#black kpop fans

[madameaug]

3D || JJK x Black OC

Pairing: Celebrity Jungkook x Non-Celebrity Jennette

Feature: Jack Harlow

WC: 900 ish

Context: Things are going smoothly on the second day of filming for Jungkook's solo '3D' with Kentucky rapper Jack Harlow. But tempers rise when Jack takes a flirtatious approach to Jungkook's girl.

Jungkook naturally had a positive attitude. He got a full nights rest and he had a tasty American breakfast. He was on set for the second and final day of filming for his single '3D'. It would be his second solo song with the new direction and image he was launching.

Seven was just a tiny drop in the pond for the full extent he wanted. He was tired of the 'baby' and 'maknae' cape he wore for the many years he was a part of BTS. Of course, he couldn't deny the fact that he was the youngest member of the group, but he was twenty-six. He was a grown man and he was entitled to his sexuality. He wanted to express how raunchy and nasty he could be is. I mean he was in a long term relationship with his girlfriend, fans couldnt' have thought that he was just holding hands with her. They would be delusional.

Currently, Jungkook was sitting in his trailer rubbing the soft fabric of the neon pink romper Jennette was wearing. She laid down on her stomach, scrolling through her phone. Her legs were across his lap, giving unrestricted access to her plump behind. What she it lacked in size, it overcompensated in weight. Any time she walked there was a jiggle that caught Jungkook's attention.

"Bug look at this." Jennette turned showing Jungkook a video of Jack Harlow's story. "He's here." The Kentucky rapper had tagged the singer in a Instagram story showing that he had arrived on set. The diamond crusted shape of Kentucky reflecting off the sunlight.

A sequential knock on the trailer could be heard. A slight groan Jennette moved off of Jungkook allowing him to stand up fully. Opening the door Jack Harlow had a big smile on his face. He dapped Jungkook.

"What's poppin."

Jungkook returned the same enthusiasm. Using the English that he knew. He was now at a conversational level thanks to Jennette and could better articulate himself. Jennette just look at the two men conversing with each other. Unaware at the secret glances to she was receiving from Jack.

Jack immediately noticed the feminine fragrance in the trailer. The scent couldn't belong to no one other than the beauty sitting on Jungkook's leather couch. Her legs were crossed over one another, and he could see the pure white color she sported on her toes. Two gold hoop piercings hanging on each nostril, elevated her look. Baby hairs were laid, with lips dewey and glossy. Her hair was shaped like a cloud, and not in its usual protective style.

Jungkook wasn't an idiot and watched the glances Jack made behind him. He was probably just curious about who Jennette was. Thinking nothing of it, Jungkook formally introduced the pair.

"Jeanie come meet Jack. Jack this is 'Jennette', Jeanie this is Jack."

Jennette smiled with simple wave.

"Had I known there were going to be gorgeous models like her I would have gotten here earlier so I could get to know her." Jack lifted Jennette's hand bringing it to his lips.

"Oh that's not necessary." Jennette dryly laughed, pulling her hand away. Once it was behind her back, she discreetly wiped any trace of his lips on her back.

"Jeanie was it?"

"ACTUALLY it's Jennette." Jungkook stepped in the middle of the two.

Thinking fast, Jennette bawled up her face appearing to sneeze. She turned behind her before letting out the fake sneeze.

"My allergies must be acting up. Let me go blow my nose." Jennette excused herself, before leaving the trailer. Before closing the door behind her. In another moment of disrespect Jack turned his head to watch Jennette leave the trailer. He bit his lip, before tucking his hands in his pocket. He rocked on his toes, before whispering a 'damn' to himself.

Jungkook found himself outside of his body. He saw himself wrapping his hands around Jack's neck. Shaking common sense into his thick skull. How dare he make a clear pass at his girlfriend, in front of his presence. His eye twitched at the lingering thought.

It took alot for Jungkook to get out of character. Having fame at such a young age taught him how to grow thick skin and how to let some things roll of his back. He was good at picking which battles were worth fighting over. And his relationship with Jennette was always one worth fighting for.

Jennette was one of the best things to ever happen to him. He trusted her and developed a deep love for her. One day when he will be courageous enough to get down on one knee and ask her to spend the rest of her life with him. He could see the day happening any time soon. A future with Jennette was his endgame.

And collaboration be damned, Jungkook wasn't going to let Jack get away with that.

"Don't disrespect me or my girl like that." Jungkook's tone was sharp and cold. His eyes narrowing in on Jack's face. He was watching every thought cross his mind. His eyebrows furrowed, at the drastic demeanor change.

"Your girl? I was just being polite-"

"Polite? Yeah right, you were clearly flirting with her in front of me."

"I didn't know she was your girl, my bad bro."

"Damn right. Don't try that again."

Jack noted putting both of his hands up backing away slowly. Sheesh

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[andysorbit]

Venus as a Boy (M)

Minors, fuck off.

Idol!Mark x slightly older manager fem!reader

Warnings: scuffle, mild violence, gaslighting, lot of cursing, Yuta's a bitch but he means well, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, sex in a dressing room, mirror sex

Author's note: Kari (@brownsugarbaybee), I LUH YOU... BIIIIITCH. I NEVER GON STOP LOVIN YOU.... BIIIIIIITCH.

Yuta notices it first.

The way Mark always stands up a little bit straighter when you’re around.

He tells you because he likes drama and tension is his entertainment in an industry that abhors drama. You’re his drama. “Mark likes you and he jerks off to your photos. Ask anyone,” Yuta's very matter-of-fact and after his bold announcement, the room is quiet.

Too quiet.

You cringe, “What? Yuta, stop. I don’t need to know that,” You mumble and you feel the heat from your face travel to your ears. “It’s true though... Jaehyun caught him,” He says quietly.

So now you’re looking for Jaehyun to ask him and he’s in the kitchen leaned against the counter scrolling Twitter. “Ah, my favorite manager. What’s good?” He says with a smile. “Did you... I’m so sorry for asking you this but... did you catch- fucking hell... did you catch Mark jerking off to my photos?” You stumble out.

Jaehyun snorts, “No who the fuck wou- Yuta would... That asshole. No, Y/n. I didn't. You should talk to the stylists about giving him a bowl cut for our next comeback. That'll show him," He says. He gives you an apologetic smile. You pick at the loose thread on the sleeve of your cardigan,. "Sorry to ask you that," You say.

He shrugs, "It's Yuta. I get it. If he tells me it's raining, I'm lookin' outside," He says.

You leave the kitchen and find Yuta sprawled across the sofa. "You lied… again!" You practically yell. Yuta doesn't look away from his phone, "About what?" He asks. You march up to him and knock his phone out of his hand, "About Mark jerking off to my photos!"

Mark couldn't possibly have picked a more fucked up time to come into the room, "Yo, what?!" He all but shrieks.

Yuta sits up, "Y/n, what the hell are you talking about?" He asks and his eyes shine with that all too familiar gleam. Mark crosses his arms defensively, "Yeah, Y/n. What are you talking about?"

It could be the crazy schedules lately, maybe the fact that you were promised a raise for having to deal with Haechan’s headassery and Yuta's impulsive lying, maybe it's the fact that you couldn't slap the taste out of Siwon's mouth for calling your boys’ music “construction work ambiance” but you snap.

You launch at Yuta and your hands find his neck, "You're can't keep fucking lying if you don't have a gullet! Stop fucking gaslighting me, Yuta!" You scream.

Haechan's filming this ordeal and Taeyong, doing his loveliest to take charge as the leader, tries to break up this chaos but you shove him back so hard that he collides with Chenle and what the fuck is he even doing here?

Johnny, being the second coming of Samson, pulls you off of Yuta and you try to fight him too but he encircles his arms around you in a bear hug, rendering your arms useless, "Y/n, you have one time to hit me," He warns you and you try to calm down.

"Now what the hell is this?" Taeyong asks as he rubs the spot on his chest where you shoved him. "He keeps fucking with me and I'm sick of it!" You scream. Your body is trembling and Johnny, with a grip that won't cease, speaks up, "I'm gonna let you go but first, you gotta promise me you're not gonna choke him again," He says calmly.

You nod, "I promise."

Johnny lets you go and you straighten up. "Now, Y/n, what do you mean Yuta keeps fucking with you? What exactly happened?" Mark pipes up as he comes closer. He places a hand on your back to soothe you and Chenle's lips quirk up into a smile.

Jaehyun emerges from the kitchen with a pack of Oreos tucked under his arm and it dawns on you that he is most definitely high, "He told her that Mark jerks off to her pictures. I mean, that's enough to make anyone rage a little," He says and continues on his way to his room. Yuta scoffs, "A little? She fucking choked me!" He yells.

"You deserved it." Chenle pipes up.

"What the fuck are you even doing here?" Yuta curses.

“I can be here if I damn well want to!” Chenle yells back defensively.

“Yeah well, you don’t even fucking live here!” Yuta snaps back.

“Yeah and you’re just mad because I just watched you get your fuckin’ shit folded by a woman!”

“Fuck you!”

You kick after Yuta but Mark pulls you back, "Don't you fuckin' talk to him like that!" You yell.

"Calm down." Mark says firmly, "Just... I get it but like... damn."

"I'm sorry,” You say quietly.

Johnny stands between you and Yuta, “Keep your hands and your feet to yourself, please. You might not give a shit but I don’t want you getting fired.”

You stare at him and try not to cry but that’s your vice. You cry when you’re angry. A tear falls and the room is filled with yelling.

“Dude, you got her fucking crying? What the fuck is your problem?” Chenle yells.

Yuta rolls his eyes, "Fuck you! I wouldn't have done it if I knew she was gonna fucking cry about it!"

You shake your head, “I’m leaving. I’ll be back in the morning to go over the tomorrow’s schedule,” You say softly as you wipe your eyes with your sleeve.

Taeyong reaches out for you, “We should talk about this. Tomorrow will be way too tense if we don’t,” He says.

“There’s nothing to talk about. Yuta just runs his fucking mouth too much,” You sigh.

Yuta purses his lips, “I didn't mean for it to go this far. I mean... you guys like each other and to be fair, I was just trying to give you guys a push.”

You scoff, “So between kicking your ass and dating Mark, you want me to lose my job. I could lose my fucking job,” You grumble. “You know we wouldn’t tell. If you don’t know that, you should. Same way it’ll never leave this room that you just tried to kill me,” Yuta smiles at you, “I’m sorry.”

He gets up and holds his arms open. You both embrace and when you pull away, you cringe at the redness around his neck. “I’m really sorry I did that,” You whisper. “I’m not. That shit was hot... besides, you scared Hyuck and that’s never a bad thing,” He replies. You laugh.

“I’m going back to my game... if shit gets rowdy in here again, I’m comin’ back swingin’, and these hands are rated E for Everyone,” Johnny sighs and leaves the living room.

Everyone slowly disperses; leaving you and Mark in silence, “I mean... he wasn’t lying but like... y’know... it would’ve sounded better coming from me,” He laughs

You smile, “You’re a pervert,” You chuckle and close the space between the both of you.

Mark wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you as close as he can get you. He stays face for the public well but he’s smooth, his voice is like honey, and he’s seductive without even trying.

He stares you down as a gentle smile plays at the corners of his lips “You gonna choke me if I kiss you?” He asks with a chuckle. “I’m gonna choke you if you don’t,” You whisper and he presses his lips to yours.

You melt against him and bring your hands up to touch his face. “It’s about fuckin’ time,” Doyoung says as he heads into the kitchen.

Mark pulls away, “Should I drive you home? I’d tell you to come to my room but if you spend the night, we’ll all be in trouble and Haechan and I are sharing a room,” He says. You nod, “You can stay with me.” You whisper. Mark nods, “Okay. I’ll pack a bag.”

At your apartment, you and Mark talk and just unwind. Nothing’s really changed but the energy is different and he has his arms and legs wrapped around you as you both lay in bed and watch television.

"Y'know what's funny?" He asks. "What?" You hum. "I always thought that this would happen differently. Kinda thought it'd happen like in those movies and we'd be knocking shit off a table trying to get our clothes off but we're just here watching TV and I like this way better. It's just really good to be around you like this," He says and presses a kiss to your temple.

The fact that you two haven't had sex yet is a surprise for you too but this type of intimacy is something you've never really experienced thanks to your poor choice in men. Mark knows about those guys. You both talked once after one of your many failed dates had gone horribly wrong and he cheered you up. He's been very patient to say the least.

Your alarm goes off at a quarter to five the next morning and Mark is still draped over your body. He's warm and he smells amazing.

You softly shake him, "Wake up. We gotta get moving, lovebug," You say as you shimmy out of his grip and head to the bathroom.

You start the shower and slip out of your pajamas before stepping into the warm water. A few minutes pass by and Mark knocks at the door, "I gotta pee. Can I come in?" He calls out. "Yeah! Come on." You call back.

You watch him through the frosted glass of your shower door. Once he's done and he flushes the toilet, he turns to the shower, "Can I come in?" He asks. His voice is still so groggy from sleep. "Yeah," You reply softly and with that, he's pulling off his t-shirt and pushing his sweatpants down.

He lets himself into the shower and you move over to give him some room. "Mornin'," He says and catches your lips against his. "Good morning," You say back.

As you both shower in silence, you steal glances at each other and share warm smiles.

"You want me to wash your back?" He pipes up. "Actually, yeah. Thank you,," You say. Mark takes your washcloth and gently turns you around. He firmly presses the washcloth across your back and you sigh against the sensation.

When he's finished, he hands you the washcloth back and you turn to him, "Lemme wash your back now," You say. "Thank you, baby," He says softly.

As you wash his back, you look at the muscles beneath his skin then the small freckles scattered about. "Your back is very pretty," You whisper to him. "Yours is too I just didn't want you to think I was being weird," He says with a laugh. You laugh too.

After finishing up in the shower, you both get dressed and everything feels domestic. From the way you both converse as you dress to the way you stand in your kitchen to decide whether or not you're going to have breakfast at home or pick something up along the way.

When you arrive for the photoshoot, Yuta comes over to you with a shit eating grin, "Did you two have a good night or what?" He asks teasingly. You blush, "I will choke you again," You whisper. "Nooooo, I don't wanna cum in my pants again," He sighs. You shake your head, "I hate you."

Everyone is in a good mood and after group photos are done, Taeyong is chosen to take his photos first. "Come to my dressing room?" Mark whispers into your ear. “Yeah, sure.” You reply and when some staff notice the two of you standing up, Taeil pipes up, “It’s for Mark’s station song coming up. He has to get started on the concept and PR,” He says.

You nod in agreement and lock eyes with Taeil is a silent thank you.

Once Mark closes and locks the door, he takes your face in his hands and crushes his lips against yours, “Wanted to do this for a while. You look so good today," He mumbles against your mouth and his hands drop down to grip your ass,

"Can I touch you here, baby?"

His voice is low and thick. You nod frantically and his hands quickly hike up your skirt.

He backs you up against the dressing room vanity and presses his dick against you, "You're driving me crazy... fuck," He says huskily.

"Mark, more... please," You beg and he turns you around to face the mirror. He gives your ass a slap and then pushes your panties to the side to quickly rub your clit from behind.

You whine as he places his free hand over your mouth, "Be quiet, baby... you gotta hush. I'd love for them to hear your pretty voice but… you gotta stay quiet. Can you do that for me?" He whispers.

You nod quickly and he hums against your neck, "Good girl, baby," You're so close and suddenly, he stops. He steps back and unbuckles his pants.

You watch him in the mirror and he holds your gaze as he pulls his cock out. Your eyes drop down and your mouth waters as you stare in awe at his leaking cock.

"Felt like I was gonna die if I couldn't have you," He says as he presses his chest against your back. You know that he means that in more ways than one. You whimper as he teases your slit with the head of his cock. You bite your lip and wait anxiously for his teasing to stop.

"Gonna let me take care of you?" He asks and you nod desperately. He sinks into you slowly and you whine. He stretches you and your eyes flutter shut as he thrusts slowly to allow you time to adjust.

"Watch, baby. C'mon… look at me " He tells you gently. You open your eyes and he thrusts into you a little harder. The sensation is so beautiful and clench around him.

You hear the music from the photoshoot go up higher. You know what they’re doing and Venus as Boy is blasting as Mark pounds you against the vanity. His mouth hangs close to your ear as he whispers to you

"So fucking wet for me. You like how I'm fucking you, baby? Huh? You like that?"

You nod and he kisses your neck

"Wanna leave marks all over you so fucking bad… you're making me wanna fuck up and have to take a hiatus… I should do that. They won't know it's me if I'm not around."

Hair products and knickknacks fall from the vanity and clatter on the floor around you. Mark doesn’t stop and he keeps his eyes on yours, “You feel so good... just... just how I imagined you’d feel.... no... no... much better than how I imagined... so much fucking better,” His voice is breathy and he moans as his hips meet yours over and over.

You want to scream, you want to cry, and when TiO begins playing, you want to laugh. Mark does laugh.

He laughs between moans and leans down to press a kiss to your neck and then your cheek, "I wanna cum inside you so bad... so fucking bad, baby. Tell me if you don't want me to... I'll pull out," He pants. His hand circles around to the front of you and he strokes your clit tenderly.

Your body shakes as you feel yourself getting closer, "Don't pull out. I want your cum deep inside me… want it so bad," You plead and Mark moans against your ear as he continues stroking you.

"Cum with me, baby. Come on," He pants and just like that, you're both riding your high. You slump against the vanity and Mark pulls out. He cleans the both of you up and guides you to the sofa in the corner.

He picks up the fallen items and places them back on the vanity before checking himself in the mirror. He gives himself a satisfied smile then turns to you, "You good?" He asks.

You shrug, "I think so," You chuckle. He smiles, "Take a few minutes. It's okay," He says and unlocks the door, "Just in case they... well you already know." He laughs before joining you on the sofa. He presses a kiss to your forehead then leans back.

You both sit in silence and you reach over to hold Mark's hand. You share a smile and interlock fingers. Mark runs his thumb over your knuckles.

"I love you."

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[panjakes]

Can I request something where dad!Scoups is arguing with his daughter because she keeps calling him by his first name😭😭

It all started when you were in the kitchen cooking and coups came into the kitchen bumping into the counter causing a pot to fall off the counter and onto your foot

“Seungcheol!” You scream holding your throbbing foot jumping up and down

“Ouu baby I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” He says running over to you

“Seungcheol! You hurt my mommy!”

You both stop as you look over at your daughter who stood up in the dining room table chair with a frown on her face

“Who?” He asks

“Seungcheol!” She screams

“You do not call me that” he says pointing at her with a stern look

“Okay” she mumbles

You giggle, the pain in your foot and pinky toe long gone

The three of you were in the grocery store. You and coups loading things into the basket.

“Brooke what kind of fruit do you want?” You ask the four year old who taps her chin as she thinks about it

“Pick three babygirl” Seungcheol says

“Uh…oranges, grapes, and pineapples” she says making you nod as you fill up the chart with the fruits she wanted

“I’m gonna go get the bagels I’ll be back” Seungcheol says making you nod

“Where’s seungcheol going?” Brooke says making you side eye her

“Brooke didn’t he say stop calling him that? You call him dad” you say making her pout

“But you call him Seungcheol” she says now utterly confused

“Because I can”

“Why?” She asks

“Because we’re married and your still a baby so you have to call him dad” you say pushing the cart

“Okay” she mumbles with a pout

After paying for your groceries, you and could load the car up with the bags and your child who had a pout on her face

“What’s wrong princess? Why’re you upset?” He ask as he buckles her In

“Your names Seungcheol” she says still not letting this go

“No my names daddy” he says sternly

“No, it’s Seungcheol! Why can’t I call you Seungcheol?” She asks

“Because I’m your dad and I said not too” he says booping her nose which only got him a whine in response

“Nooo you lied to me!!” She says with tears streaming down her face. You peek at her from the passenger seat giving her a look.

“Lied to you? How’d I lie to you babygirl?” He asks genuinely concerned

“You said your names daddy but everyone calls you Seungcheol!” She says covering her face with her hands VERY dramatically

“My name is daddy”

“Nooooooo” she says

Seungcheol looks up at you with a “help me” look.

“Baby help me” he mumbles

You unbuckle your seatbelt to get a better look and position of your daughter

“Brooke. Cut it out.” You say sternly

“But momma! I don’t understand” she says pouting which caused your face to soften. Your baby was really confused right now.

You reach into the back seat grabbing her hand

“Listen baby. Daddy’s real name is Seungcheol but because your his daughter you have to call him daddy. It’s just the good thing to do! You don’t hear me calling gram and pop-pop by their names do you?” You asks making her shake her head

“No” she says

“Right. So don’t call him Seungcheol anymore. You call him dad” you say patting her knee

Seungcheol sighs(happy that’s over)closing the door and getting into the drivers seat

Brooke unbuckles her seat belt to wrap her arms around Seungcheol

“Sowry daddy. I won’t call you Seungcheol anymore” she says making Seungcheol chuckle

“It’s okay princess. Get in your seat and we’ll get cheesecake okay?” He asks making the tiny girl jump back into her seat buckling herself in

You shake your head looking over at Seungcheol

“You spoil her” you say

“She’s my little princess, of course I do” he says making you smile

I seen something like this on tiktok and it was so cute and so funny😭

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[theehexgirl]

you’re so cute that i wanna sit on your face pt. ii

synopsis: somebody isn’t as innocent as they seem…

pairings: i.n x black!reader

content: oral (f.receiving), penetrative sex, handcuffs, deceptive, nipple play, dry humping, playing innocent, butt dialing, eavesdropping

link to part i

“You’re a deceptive little shit, y���know,” Chris remarked. The maknae grinned. Everyone else, except Y/N, had figured out that he already knew the meaning behind those words. He just felt like lying. Plus people already considered him to be innocent when he really wasn’t. He was just as sneaky as a fox.

“Look at the grin on this one,” Han remarked. Jeongin had invited his friends over to hang out while Y/N was out. All of them had expressed their disbelief in the fact that he had

“What are you going to do when she finds out?” Chris inquired.

“I’ve come this far. I guess I’ll let this continue a little longer,” he answered.

“How long have you two been dating again?” Seungmin asked.

“A year and a half now,” he responded.

“Wow. I’m surprised she hasn’t put two and two together,” Seungmin said.

“A year and a half of deceiving her? You’re going to be in deep shit,” Changbin told him.

“All I have to do is give her this look…” Jeongin made a very puppy-like face, “…and she’ll forgive me.”

“You’re not just deceptive. You’re also evil,” Felix laughed.

“I’m almost inclined to tell her the truth, but it’s best if she hears it from you,” Minho joined in on the laughter.

“I’ll tell her the truth tonight once I pick her up. She’s been asking me to fuck her in a car and I’ll give her what she wants,” Jeongin said.

Meanwhile, the entire time as the boys were talking, Jeongin had accidentally butt dialed Y/N. Unbeknownst to him, she heard the entire thing along with her friends.

“So what are you going to do, Y/N?” Amanda inquired.

“I’m going to get back at that little shit. Let’s go to the store real quick. I need to get something,” Y/N smirked. Her friends began laughing. Jeongin was in some deep shit and he didn’t even know it. He was going to be in for a surprise.

Later on when it was time for her to be picked up, Y/N headed outside to her boyfriend’s car. She made sure that she didn’t give away that she knew what his real personality was.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled, kissing her cheek. She scoffed mentally at his behavior.

“Aht aht. Don’t give me some kiddie peck,” she told him.

“Out here?” Jeongin looked around shyly, feigning innocence. It took everything in her not to laugh in his face.

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Okay,” he feigned reluctance. Y/N stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him passionately as he wrapped his hands around her waist. Their tongues danced with each other as they kissed.

They broke apart when they needed to breathe again, “Ready to go?”

“Mhm,” he nodded. They kissed once more before getting in the car.

“Do you mind if we take a rain check on car sex? I’m a little tired today,” she said.

“Are you sure?” Jeongin asked.

“Yeah, but you better prepare yourself,” she smirked.

When they arrived in their apartment, Y/N took a shower first while Jeongin went to get a bottle of water.

After her shower, Y/N walked into the room feeling clean and moisturized.

“Shower is free,” she informed him.

“Hm? Okay,” he nodded, heading to the bathroom. Y/N smirked to herself and took the handcuffs out of the nightstand. She placed them right under her pillow, then laid down.

Jeongin emerged from the shower almost forty minutes later. She was lucky that he took long showers because she could get everything ready, which wasn’t much considering how it was just one item. The handcuffs.

As soon as he laid down, she was on top of him.

“I thought you were tired,” he said.

“Eh. I just didn’t feel like doing it in the car tonight, y’know,” she smiled.

“But we just took showers,” he remarked.

“And? We can take another,” she replied, leaning down to kiss him, effectively silencing any protests before he could voice them. Her hands slipped under his t-shirt, allowing her to run her hands on his toned stomach and chest. She really loved the feel of him underneath her hands. She could touch him endlessly.

She slipped her tongue into his mouth and at the same time brushed her thumbs over his nipples. She felt him become hard underneath her and she began to rock herself against him.

Jeongin leaned his head back and moaned as his partner ground herself against while toying with his nipples. Her hands were so soft and they felt really good. He loved it when she toyed with them.

Y/N buried her head within his neck and peppered kisses on it while tugging at his nipples.

“Y/N,” he moaned. She bit down hard on his neck and he cried out louder as she tugged his nipples again. Y/N sucked on his neck without slowing down her hips. She definitely loved it when she had him moaning like a bitch and she desired to hear more. If only he was as innocent as he portrayed himself to be, then maybe she could have had some more fun.

However, his deceptive side was very much a turn on. He used his innocent looks to his advantage and he got exactly what he wanted. She didn’t blame him for doing so. She probably would have done the same. She definitely would have done the same.

His hands moved down to her hips and he stopped her completely.

“Why did you stop?” Y/N asked, catching her breath. He didn’t say a word and pushed her underwear to the side. He inserted a finger into her slick opening eliciting a moan from her. Slowly, he pumped his fingers in and out of her as she held onto his shoulders.

“I stopped because I wanted to do this,” he answered. She arched her back and rested her head against his shoulder.

“So I guess you found out today, huh?” Jeongin asked.

“I sure did, bastard,” she responded between moans. He chuckled softly and kissed her forehead.

“I’m sad now because I can’t keep up the act anymore. It was nice seeing you get bolder and bolder with each request,” he smirked, adding another finger. The tempo of his thrusts began to pick up.

“You’re such a manipulative, little shit,” she mewled.

“Yes I am,” he whispered into her ear. He licked the outer shell of her ear causing her to shudder against him.

“This manipulative little shit is going to use those handcuffs you thought you could hide too,” he informed her.

“Oh fuck. H-how did you know about them?” Y/N asked, gripping his shoulders tighter.

“I saw them in the car, especially when you hid them in your bra,” he responded, “You’re not as sneaky as you think you are.”

Y/N had to admit that she had been outwitted by her sneaky boyfriend. It made him all the more attractive to her and it also turned her on too.

“You’re so wet that it’s sliding down my finger,” he remarked, “You’re so beautiful, baby, even when you’re attempting to try and outsmart me.”

“Jeongin,” she moaned. He silenced her cries by covering her mouth with his own. He kissed her hard as his fingers sped up. Y/N moaned into his mouth and her arms wrapped around his neck. He flattened his palm against her bottom, allowing it to smack her ass each time he thrusted. It hurt yet it felt so good and so different.

He curled his fingers slightly, causing her to raise her bottom a little. Her juices began to practically spray out of her. The sound of his fingers moving in and out of her cunt had filled the room completely. It was like music to his ears.

Jeongin began sucking on her tongue as he loved his fingers in and out at a blinding pace. Y/N could feel her orgasm approaching. She wanted so badly to voice that she was cumming, but the feeling of his lips against hers wouldn’t allow that.

Soon she came on his fingers, crying out loudly in his mouth. Y/N detached her lips from his to catch her breath as she slumped against his body.

“Come on, Y/N. You can’t tap out now,” he chuckled, kissing her cheek. He flipped them over to where he was on top of her. He quickly moved her arms over her head and handcuffed them to the headboard.

“I’ve never told you this, but these little onesies you wear are very sexy,” he remarked, sliding his hand underneath her pajamas.

“Thank you,” she smiled.

“However, they’re not so sexy now,” he said. He got off the bed and walked out of the room leaving her there as he went to search for the mystery item he needed.

When he came back, he grinned as he showed her that it was scissors.

“I hope you know that you’re buying me another,” she told him.

“I’ll buy you twenty,” he chuckled. He began to cut her onesie off her body, then discarded the scraps of fabric onto the floor.

“Are you not going to cut off my underwear?” Y/N asked.

“No. This is my favorite pair,” he answered, placing the scissors onto the nightstand. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her latch underwear, sliding it down. He was met with a little resistance, but he managed to take them off. He pressed the crotch of the lacy garment to his nose, inhaling the scent with closed eyes.

“Somebody’s a pervert,” she said in a sing-song type of voice.

“Indeed I am,” he smiled, sliding down her body until he was face to face with her wet pussy. He placed his hands under her knees and spread her legs wide. He moved closer to her sex, inhaling the scent in the same manner as her panties.

“You’re like a puppy just sniffing around,” she bit her lip.

“And this puppy is ready to please his owner,” he grinned. He lowered his head to her pussy and began going to work.

“Oh yes! Please make me cum!” Y/N cried out, throwing her head back against the pillows. The sounds coming from him as he ate her pussy were so lewd, so raunchy that she was feeling even more desire for him.

She arched her back off the bed as soon as he began sucking on her sensitive clit. The two adults both knew that he had her right where he wanted her. He was in control, not her. He proved it from the way he just manhandled her any time, any place.

Feeling as if his mouth wasn’t enough, he slid two fingers inside of her warm hole again and began thrusting them in and out of her. She gripped the cuffs wrapped around her wrists and closed her legs around his head, but he spread them wide as he continued his ministrations.

“Jeongin,” she moaned.

“That’s right. Moan my name,” he encouraged, thrusting at a blinding speed. He put his mouth back on her pussy. He moaned as he savored the taste of her delectable snatch that he feasted on like a starving man. The vibrations from his moans went straight to her clit and it was driving her crazy as her toes curled.

“Jeongin,” she cried out, splashing his face. Y/N collapsed onto the bed, attempting to catch her breath. Jeongin trailed his lips up to her lips, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue. He moved away to take off his shirt and his underwear followed.

With his cock in hand, he slowly rubbed it up and down against her clit. Slowly, his cock slid inside of her. She moaned softly at the feeling of him stretching her as her fingers tightly clutched the cuffs. Her walls enveloped his cock in a warm embrace that made him feel like he could bust quick.

He paused inside of her for a moment before moving. His pace was slow and rhythmic as he glided his cock in and out of her. It felt so good for him to be inside of her raw, even though there was the threat of a nine month surprise and they would deal with that bridge.

“Looking at you all tied up is making me excited. We should do this more often,” he smiled. Y/N moaned as her back arched off the bed.

“And to think I would have been in this position. You need to be a little quicker and smarter than that,” he teased as his pace became slow and harsh with each thrust he gave her and they touched her g-spot each time. He watched hungrily as her large breasts moved up and down each time he thrusted in and out of her. He was in a trance from watching them move and jiggle.

The way her pussy was clenching around his cock was driving him crazy. At first, he didn't think she was doing it on purpose, but the more he kept pumping into her, the more she would clench. It felt so damn good to feel them clamp down on him. He raised one of her legs and allowed it to rest upon his shoulder. This position allowed him to thrust deeper and to hit just the right spot inside of her.

“Jeongin,” she cried out.

“It feels so good inside of you,” he moaned, holding onto her raised leg. He placed a kiss and nibbled on her calf. The sound of skin slapping had completely filled the room.

Y/N was beginning to detest the fact that he had her handcuffed to the headboard because she wanted so desperately to touch him. It was complete and utter torture just to lay here without touching him.

“Jeongin, let me touch you,” Y/N begged.

“How about no?” Jeongin questioned, leaning forward pushing her leg closer to her body. The deeper he went, the louder she became. He loved it so much.

“Jeongin, I’m—“

He pulled out abruptly and turned her onto her stomach causing her arms to cross. He raised her bottom and planted one of his feet onto the bed. He plunged inside of her and began pounding her. Her round bottom jiggled with each thrust and he loved to watch his cock glide in and out of her body. He almost wished he could film this moment, but she might kill him if she did. Or maybe she’d like it.

Soon, the couple came together and they moaned together. Slowly, he pulled out of her as a mix of their juices leaked out of her. He kissed her cheek softly, then slowly slid out of her. He reached over to the nightstand and unlocked the cuffs. Y/N rubbed her wrists to soothe pain from being handcuffed for so long.

“Maybe next time you can get me,” he said, kissing her cheek again.

“Maybe? I’m definitely getting you back, you little shit,” she answered.

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Black girls deserve to see themselves in soft aesthetics too. We like Royalcore, Matcha dates, picnics, soft dances, book shopping with our lovers, and even more! We want to be embraced. That's the types of content I'm making <3

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[niabang]

Only Me and You

Continuation of The Summer it Came True

Previous Chapter

Chapter 6

Pairing: Bangchan × black female reader named Kel

Word Count: 2984

Hi guys!!! Merry Christmas to you all and thank you for reading ilysm ♡. Posted a long chapter as a Christmas gift! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclamer: this chapter contains some soft dom × bratty sub dynamics and some really steamy kissing!

More under the cut!

You woke up the next morning on the floor just beside your bed. You made your way to the bathroom to pee and just brushed your teeth at once.

The pain was finally gone, thank goodness, and you were so hungry you could eat a whole cow. You washed your face, changed your pad and made your way back to your bed, and began to scroll on your phone.

You checked your messages, and you instantly felt bad.

Mines 🤎

Babe, are you okay?

I don't know why you locked me out, but please take care of yourself.

If you need anything, I'm right across the hallway

               1:38 am

Gosh, you were so mean to him for no reason yesterday. Well, not for no reason, but still. He just wanted to make sure you were doing fine, and you just yelled at him and locked him out, then proceeded to refuse his multiple appeals to be let back in.

You decided you were going to make it up to him somehow. You unlocked your door as quietly as you could and tiptoed to his bedroom to "surprise" him but when you opened the door he wasn't there so you made your way downstairs quietly and there he was in the main living room sitting on a couch watching tv.

You crept up behind him and put your hands over his eyes, being careful not to poke him with your nails. You had to get them done, actually.

You forgot how strong your boyfriend was as you didn't realise it when he stretched his hands backwards and somehow flipped you onto his lap. It happened so fast it gave you whiplash.

"Hi." You said smiling at your beautiful man. He always looked so good in the morning it was insane. His fluffy, curly hair was the best part, and you used your hands to move it out of his face a bit.

You looked down a bit and realised that he was shirtless. Bare. Exposed. Half naked. Whatever you wanted to call it. His pecks and abs were on full display close up. You wanted to trace every inch of his skin, feel every ridge with your fingers and maybe your tongue, but no one asked, and you probably shouldn't have thought that.

"My face is up here, Kel." Chan's voice snapped you out of thought. Shit were you staring that long for him to notice?

You snapped your head up at him, and your mouth couldn't even move for you to even try to explain yourself, but luckily for you, your boyfriend was being quite the chatterbox today.

"I mean, you don't have to stop looking if you don't want to. I'm yours." What in the world even prompted him to say that?

"Are you doing drugs, Chan?" You asked, putting the back of your hand on his forehead.

"No, I'm just happy my beautiful girl is back, and the evil monster from yesterday is gone." He said through a smile and pulled closer to him. You gave him a deadpan look and rolled your eyes to show that you were not amused.

"Oh no, she's back." He said, feigning fear in his voice.

You put your arms around his neck and then rest your head on his shoulder.

"You're so silly." You said after positioning yourself.

"Well, that's one of the many reasons why you love me, isn't it? He said while stroking your thigh.

"Maybe." You answered, and then chan lifted you up from his body and looked at you like he forgot something important.

"What?" You asked him to getting a bit worried.

"You still haven't eaten." Was he even real?

"My God, chan, you scared me. I'm the one starving, and I'm not even that worried." He was such an alarmist sometimes.

"Come on, let's get you something to eat."  Chan dragged you to the kitchen where you finally had a proper meal for the past two days.

"Don't lock me out again." He said when you were done with your food. He practically down next to you and watched you eat the whole time

"Hmm, is that an order or a request?" You replied.

"Hmm, i don't know anyone you'd like it to be. He said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, I'll think about it. By the way I want to get my hair and nails done I'm tired of these braids and i want a new look but the thing is I don't know if there are any salons that work with my hair type here." You explained your ordeal to your boyfriend.

"You should be able to find one here. Maybe check Google or something, and if you don't find one, just leave your hair out. I miss your fluffy hair." If you had skin any lighter than what you had now, you would be red as a tomato.

"I have been meaning to dye my hair actually, but I don't know what color, and I'm kind of scared of my hair falling out." You told chan.

"Then just do whatever you're comfortable with. Your hair still looks good as it is." Chan assured you.

"If I do end up dyeing my hair, maybe I'll go ginger like you. What do you think?"

"Well, they do say imitation is the best form of flattery..." What did you even expect this man to say in the first place?

"It's my fault for asking you dumbass." You said in the most condescending way you could.

"Call me that again. I dare you." You could have just said you were sorry and gone about your day, but you couldn't help but test your boyfriend.

He was standing up now and hovering above you with his two hands resting on the kitchen island.

"D-U-M-B-A-S-S, DUMBASS." You spelt it out, pronounced it, and as if that wasn't enough, you splashed a bit of water from your glass on his face and decided to make a run for it.

Chan chased you around every corner of the house, and you just kept on running with no direction. As long as he didn't catch you, you'd be okay.

You made your way upstairs, and chan was right behind you. You saw that his room door was open and decided to run in there then lock the door but you realised way too late that your plan wasn't going to work because chan had already made it into the room with you.

You immediately picked up a pillow and started swatting it around as your defense, but chan unfortunately matched your energy with a pillow of his own.

You decided to give up because there was no way you were going to win this fight against your boyfriend, so you surrendered.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'll stay still." You dropped your pillow on the bed and sat down next to it to prove that you were really surrendering.

Chan dropped his pillow to and then proceeded to do the worst thing ever. He started to tickle you.

You laughed and struggled till you couldn't endure it anymore and begged chan to stop.

He stopped, and you guys stayed still looking into each others eyes till chan placed a kiss on your forehead and rested his head on your chest.

"You could have just said you wanted cuddles instead of almost tickling me to death." You said to him.

"Shh." He snuggled into you more, and you started to play with his hair.

He was everything you ever needed.

...

You and chan spent almost half the day taking out your braids. He offered to help you, and you really didn't want to take them out all by yourself, so you taught him how to.

He inflicted some sort of pain on your scalp every now and then, but he was trying his best so you endured, and plus, you didn't want him to feel bad for trying to help you.

He was going to take you to get your hair and nails done, and you still didn't know what you wanted to get. You would figure it out.

...

You resumed your normal gym activities with chan, and it only took you like an hour of begging the previous day to convince him to let you guys go back.

And even when he agreed to let you guys go back, he babied you so much. For starters, he made you guys take the car instead of jogging, and then he proceeded to remind you to drink water every five minutes.

"Chan, I'm not sick, you know? I'm all better now, I promise." You tried to sound as reassuring as possible.

"I know, baby, but just drink some water, please." You knew he wasn't going to stop till you drank the water, so you did. And there was just something about the way he talked to you that made you comply.

He took it extra easy on you while he was helping with your exercises, and when you were done for the day, he gave you a head pat and told you he was proud of you. The switch up was insane. He was basically guarding you like an egg.

You felt like you barely did anything, but you said nothing because you were currently weak in the knees over the treatment you were getting, and you didn't want it to stop anytime soon.

When you got home, you guys got ready for you to go get your hair and nails done, and you decided that you were going to go ginger like chan, but you didn't tell him. You wanted it to be a surprise.

You figured you'd eventually have to tell him if the people that worked in the salon spoke no English so he could translate for you which would take the fun out of it all but thankfully it was a foreigner who owned the beauty parlour and they spoke English so your surprise was saved.

Chan waited for you in the car while you were getting your hair done, and it was taking longer than expected. You got hungry halfway, but you couldn't text him to get you food because he'd see your hair, so you suffered in silence.

They started to wash out the dye from your hair, and the colour turned out so good you were in love. You asked for a silk press after that because you hadn't straightened your hair in a while, and you did say you wanted something different.

Chan came in and sat in the lounge of the salon while you were still there, but he didn't see you because the corner where you were getting your nails done was closed off from his view.

When you were finally done, you collected the bill and walked straight over to where he was sitting. He had airpods in and was doing something on his phone, so he didn't even notice that you were standing in front of him.

You tapped his shoulder twice, and his head snapped up to you. He took out his airpods, and you just stretched your palm out in front of him.

He gave you a confused look and looked back at your palm still in lou of what was going on till you asked him for his card then he went "oh!"brought out his wallet and handed you his card happily.

You walked over to the pay point and paid them for their services before leaving with chan.

"So what do you think?" You asked chan as you guys were walking to the car.

"Reminds me of someone." He answered. You couldn't even be mad because you basically brought it upon yourself by dyeing your hair the same colour as your cocky boyfriend's.

"I'm so done with you." You said in fake annoyance and attempted to walk faster than he was when he pulled you close to him by your waist before you could get any further.

"My pretty girl, you look so good, and your hair looks amazing." He said, then placed a peck on the cheek facing him.

You don't know exactly what happened because you completely blacked out when you heard the words "my pretty girl" leave Chan's lips.

Shit it took everything in you not to have a full on make out sesh with him in the exposed parking lot.

You both got into the car, and chan started to drive.

"Chan, I'm hungry." You said.

"What do you want?" He asked you.

"I'm craving pasta right now,"

"Hmm, pasta... I think i know a good place."

Chan took you to a restaurant where you guys ate, and when you were done, you let him pay again. You knew it made him happy to do it, but a part of you chipped away watching him.

You both got into the car and chan started to drive again but you told him to stop at a supermarket for some ice cream. You got a mini bucket for you guys to share, and you both got on your way.

"Kel, you haven't had water since you ate, have you?" He asked you while driving, and you looked at him. His eyes were still focused on the road. You didn't answer him.

"Kel?" He repeated your name looking for an answer.

"No." You said in a hushed tone. When chan heard your reply, he sighed and reached for the bottle of water he gave to you in the cup holder without removing his attention from the road.

"Here, drink it." He said, handing the bottle to you.

"But I'm not thirsty." You said taking the bottle from him. You knew you would end up drinking the water, but you just wanted a rise out of him.

"Kel, just drink it it's not that hard. "

"You're bossing me around, I'm not a kid."

"Baby, I'm not bossing you around. I'm only trying to take care of you, so please just drink water." Ah shit he got you.

You opened up the bottle and drank as much as you could, and chan watched you out of the corner of his eye. You dropped the bottle back in the holder when you were done.

"That's my good girl." He said and patted your thigh.

You have no freaking idea how you restrained yourself from straddling him in the front seat and doing nasty things to him.

You both got home, and chan went into the kitchen to do something, so you sat on the island watching him while eating your ice cream.

You asked him if he wanted some, and when he said yes, he grabbed a spoon and joined you. It was practically useless because he had both hands on either side of you, and you had resulted in feeding him.

Chan had been testing you in his own ways all day and he finally tipped the scale when he used his thumb to wipe some ice cream away from the corner of your lips and proceeded to lick it while maintaining eye contact.

You instantly dropped the bowl of ice cream and pulled chan closer to you by the belt loops on his trousers and kissed him.

The kiss started off slow with chan letting you lead, but that didn't last long once he gained entrance with his tongue. He took his hands off from your sides and placed one on your cheek and one on your back to sturdy you.

His tongue felt so good against yours that you didn't want him to stop. You let out a particularly unfathomable sound when chan bit down on your bottom lip, and you felt chan smirk against your lips. Cocky mf.

You put your hands on his shoulders and wrapped your legs around him using them to pull him in closer, and you slightly angled your head so that chan could go deeper.

You both were damn near devouring each other when Chan's phone rang and it was his mom, so he had to take it. You knew because he had a special ringtone saved for her.

"Fuck." Chan said after he pulled away from the kiss before he picked up the phone. You could see the bulge that had formed in his pants and you were pretty sure your panties were soaked. Chan's mom insisted on a videocall because she wanted to see you two.

"Hi mom." You said when Chan panned the phone in your direction. She insisted that you call her that instead of "Mrs Bang."

"Oh wow you look so pretty, you guys got matching hair colours that's cute. So how are you two doing?" She asked.

You could have told her that you and her son were just down each other's throats but you stuck to a simple "Thank you mom we're doing great. Everything is going well. How are things on your end?"

She told you how everyone was doing and when chan came in to frame she squealed to herself and rejoiced in the fact that she was going to have beautiful grandkids. She was so cute.

"Mom!" Chan said sounding embarrassed and she apologised and went back to talking to you.

"So Kel how is work going going?"

"Wow mom did you just call me to talk to Kel?"

"If I'm being truthful... yes."

"Oh wow well then I'm going to leave since I'm not wanted." He kissed your cheek and went upstairs to his room.

You talked on the phone with his mom for a while and when you got upstairs chan was already asleep.

You dropped his phone next to him and left to go to bed too because you didn't want to wake him up.

Plus you didn't know if you had that much energy to finish what you guys started earlier.

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for a good time | myg (m)

 ❃ Festivaled Away: Burning Memories Music Festival hosted by @bangtanbathhouse  ⤞ Ticket: era of music  ⤞ Main Event: based on a song  ⤞ Games: phone sex

 ⤞ based on the song Don't Look Any Further by Dennis Edwards

pairing — phone sex operator!yoongi x fem reader summary — How many dimes does it take to make you cum, baby? genre — fluff, smut, 80's au, angst if you squint rate — 18+ word count — 3.5k warnings — explicit sexual content, nicotine use, phone sex, public (ish) sex, dirty talk, degradation, alcohol intake. author's note — big thanks to Sophie @kookskingdom for letting me use her name. I love you, baby <33

“Good morning New York City! It's 7:20 in the morning here at the Z100 station. Don’t forget to grab your coats before you leave for work, the weather is not going to be nice for those who like to stay above the 70º Fahrenheit.” 

The radio host continued to make the morning announcements, but Y/N could only think of the hot coffee on her mug, and the pop tarts on her plate. She looks at the calendar placed in the kitchen, and she can almost count the days until her semester is over. She’s so not going to miss NYU when she graduates. I should’ve taken advantage of Spring Break to catch up on sleep when I had the chance. 

“And now, the number one song on the charts, here at 100.3 FM… ‘We Are the World’...”

“Have a good day in class today, honey.”

“Thanks, dad.”

“Eat a big lunch later, don’t forget that you have your study session today.”

Pigs could fly, hell could freeze over, the sky could fall, Nixon could win the war on drugs, but one thing that could never happen is Y/N forgetting about her weekly study session at her campus library. 

“Don’t worry, mom,” she affirms in a chipper tone.

Not much drama happens at this small two bedroom apartment. Y/N’s life is fairly normal for a 20-year-old college student. She has breakfast with her parents every morning before catching two trains from Queens to Manhattan. Then, she thanks God for having only a three block walk from the station to her classes. She works part time at a local diner, on Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays from 1 to 7 PM, and every Thursday she spends her afternoon babysitting the neighbor’s babies while studying for her classes.

Very boring routine. Except for Wednesdays. 

On the west side of Washington Square Park, in front of NYU’s Hayden Residence building, there’s a payphone that sits in between some bushes and a tree that resides inside the park’s limits. At 3 PM, while there’s a low traffic of pedestrians, she calls Magic.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Magic,” says the nasal voice. His usual 2:30 PM client, Mrs. Kelly. 

“Is that what you’re calling me?” Magic asks, “I thought we agreed I was going to be the submissive today,” he adds before taking a puff of his cigarette. 

“I have an emergency staff meeting in about ten minutes, so we’ll have to continue our experimentation tomorrow. I just need a quickie before I implode,”

“Okay, so why don’t you open those pretty legs for me? And you better be wearing the stockings I like if you don’t want to be punished.”

“Fuck, you’re good,” she whispers in the other line, and Magic smiles. Middle aged women are just so easy to please. “They’re all open for you, Mr. Magic. But I have been a bad girl. I’m wearing the brown ones.”

“Well then, all there’s left to do is to punish you, isn’t it?” he says before taking another hit, and Mrs. Kelly whimpers in pleasure and anticipation, “Are your office doors closed?”

“Yes, they are, Mister.”

“Tsk, that’s very bad, you see? Very, very bad!”

“W-Why?” Mrs. Kelly asks, anxiety now mixed with desire.

“Well, you’re gonna have to learn who’s really in charge here. So I need you to open that door and let everyone in that reception of yours know who’s your boss.”

“W-What?”

“You heard me, I don’t have to repeat myself,”

“Magic, I could get fired, please don’t do this to me…” Mrs. Kelly starts to beg in a whisper.

“Is Mr. Magic for you, and I don’t have all day. And if I recall correctly, you have a staff meeting in about five minutes,”

He sincerely thought he was about to lose a client, a daily client at that. He could not afford to lose a regular client, but he was in too deep now. But before he could regret it too deeply, he hears a door open on the other end of the line. He gives Mrs. Kelly a minute to readjust before giving her more orders.

“Good girl. But your punishment is just starting, darling,” Magic says as he blows smoke one more time, “You’re going to grab a pen and make a run on that ugly pantyhose. Right on that pretty little cunt. After that you’re going to write “I belong to Mr. Magic” on your inner thigh. Narrate those things while you do it so I know you’re being an obedient girl.”

2:43 PM

‘Fraternity Vacation’, that’s so interesting! Comedies are always great, even the ones with bad critic reviews, you can always count on shitty movies to… 

2:43 PM

UGH! Was time never going to pass? Y/N was getting impatient for her weekly appointment, and reading and rereading the movie’s section of the paper wasn’t entertaining her like it usually does.

Such a nice blouse that lady has… Oh, what a cute puppy!... I wish I had a dog when I was growing up… That tree is getting kind of bushy… The city’s going to do something about that, but it looks so pretty right now…

Y/N was skilled on how to distract herself, and it was always a plus to live in New York City, there’s always something you can stare at and form an opinion to pass the time. She noticed many different hair cuts, how the pigeons were behaving today, the sounds of the food carts a few yards over.

It didn’t slip her mind when she started fantasizing about her and Magic. It happened often. Every time she’d notice a young couple making out, she’d wish it was her and Magic. Watching an old couple sit on a park bench and read the paper together, wishing it was her and Magic. Watching teenagers sharing an ice cream, wishing it was her and Magic.

She also had fantasies of her own. Walking through the park holding hands, pointing to her favorite tree. They would sit there and have an impromptu picnic, buying a couple of hotdogs with mustard. She would open a book and read her favorite passages, and he would listen while caressing her back and arms.

But she quickly pushed those thoughts away once she noticed an old lady smiling at her.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to startle you,” the old lady says “I just noticed your smile, and it reminded me of when I was about your age, my first marriage,” the lady says, longing thickening her voice. “I was so in love with my Harold, I thought I was going to throw up, and shit my pants,”

“Oh, wow!” Y/N says, not really invested in the conversation, waiting for an opening to excuse herself.

“Young love is so beautiful, your cheeks get all flushed, your head gets woozy, and you feel drunk all day…” Y/N just nods, looking around, trying to diffuse the conversation. “But you have to be careful, sugar. These men are only here to flirt with you and break your heart! You listen to me!”

“I will! Thanks for the advice,” Y/N smiles awkwardly, and finally gets out of there. 

Love. What about love? That lady doesn’t know anything. I’m not in love. I’m just horny, not in love. I hope.

With the coins in the machine, she dials the known number. It only rings once before the familiar voice picks up.

“You’re never late, are you?” Magic jokes at the other end of the line. His husky voice, so luscious, sends butterflies down her stomach, making Y/N drop her guard, and laugh like a teenager in love. Shit.

“I try my best not to be,” Y/N replies, trying to keep the silly smile off her voice. No need to embarrass herself any further. 

“By the way, happy early birthday,” he wishes, his voice sincere.

“Oh my God, you remembered!” Was it three weeks ago that she had mentioned her birthday party? Probably. And he remembered.

“Of course! I need you to have a wild night this Saturday, and have a drink in my honor,”

“Absolutely,” she says, screaming on the inside. Shit, I’m really in love with him.

“So, how was your day today?”

“Mostly boring. The only thing that kept me perky was the thought that I would talk to you today.”

“Oh, really? That’s flattering,” Magic says, and she fantasizes that he also has a silly smile on his face. “So we’re feeling soft today,”

“Yeah, we haven’t talked in a while.”

“Seven days to be exact,”

“Yeah…” Stop acting like he’s your boyfriend. He isn’t. Stop the fantasies! Get your shit together. “So, how was your week?”

“Fine, mostly boring work hours,” he chuckles.

“I hope you’re not saying this to the other girls. That’s not a nice way to encourage your paying clients,” Y/N scolds.

“Would you forgive me if I confessed that I thought about you this whole week?”

“I don’t think so. I’m sure you say this to every other client,”

“That’s not true. You’re the only one I read poems to,” Magic says, trying to cheer her up. He can tell she’s not well. Her voice is not as chipper as it usually is. He hears her sigh on the other end of the line. “Is there something on your mind? Talk to me,”

“I don’t know, I’m just feeling loopy today, that’s all.”

“And you don’t feel like doing anything today?”

“Actually, I think that’s kind of the opposite,” she chuckles, “Distract me, please,”

“I thought about you while taking a shower today,” Magic confesses. 

“You did not!” she whispers, excited.

“I did, too!” he chuckles, “I was washing my hair, imagining if you’d like the scent of my shampoo. I was soaping my body, wishing those were your hands instead of mine.”

“Oh, God,”

“I would’ve kissed your hands before guiding them down my chest, down my abs,”

“Shut up,” she whines in a whisper, but that only entices Magic to continue.

“You would’ve reached me, and I would be ready for your hands. I would be at your mercy. There would be no commands from me, my body would be yours,” Yoongi closes his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself, he’s feeling his pants getting tighter. Never with a client Yoongi wanted to cross this boundary and touch himself. At least not without being requested to.

He desperately wanted to moan her name, and touch himself, and touch her. But that would be inappropriate. So he places his free hand on his neck, firmly. This hand would not move without Y/N asking him to. But his imagination was still running wild, and there was nothing more he wanted to do than say those words to her.

“Mmhm,” Y/N prompted, her voice a little husky, sounding like she has a moaning trouble of her own.

“I would moan your name over and over. The only name I’d known in the world. Your delicate hands, so fierce for me, would make me cum, probably on your belly. But no worries. I would bite your jawline, go down your neck, licked your beautiful breasts, cleaned my cum with my tongue, before diving into that pretty pussy with my lips,”

“God damn it, you’re going to make me cum in public,”

“I would get on my knees, place your thigh on my shoulder. I would kiss your core, already wet for me. I would get hard again, just because you taste so good. Your hand would grip my hair, and you would moan for me to never stop. Not in a million years I would do that. I would circle the tip of my tongue on your clit, and too soon you would cum all over my chin,”

“I love you, Magic” she whispers. Softly, tenderly. Pink roses, chocolate, and wine. And the world stops.

His eyes, closed for the past minute, shot wide open. Her breath spikes and his heartbeat is going a million miles per hour. What? 

Yoongi doesn’t know how to respond. Did she really mean what she just said? He’s never been in this situation before. This job was always fun for both parties, but it always felt transactional. There was no emotion to be felt except pleasure and lust. 

That’s the thing with having mostly middle aged clients. They have always made it clear that they loved the way they felt when they talked to Magic, never did they love him. Why would they? They were aware of the fact that they didn’t know the 22-year-old on the other side of the phone. They knew the character that molds and fits to every sexual fantasy.

But to someone his age, that may be different. The potential for an emotional connection that he hadn’t anticipated. Maybe that’s better. To be seen. To have someone on the other end of the line that would like to know him. His thoughts were in disarray, but he liked the feeling of being seen.

“I have to go,” Y/N says, and before she can embarrass herself even more, she hangs up, tightening her jacket and walking the other way as fast as she can.

For the past two days, Y/N used her distraction skills to her advantage. All assignments done, took all the extra credit she could take. The neighbor’s kids were happy and tired from playing. She earned extra tips from being such a good waitress, and a compliment from her boss for the good work she was putting in. 

Her room was clean beyond recognition, her vinyls in the correct sleeves, her cassettes organized in alphabetical order. Bright and early Saturday morning, after a celebratory breakfast with her parents, she cleaned the entire house.

“Why are you in such a hurry these days?” her mother asks, catching her at the bathroom door, before Y/N decides to clean something else that was already clean. “It’s your birthday, put your feet up for a minute.”

“Thank you, momma, but I want to keep busy, turn a new page.”

“Why are you turning a new leaf? You’re only 21,”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs “It just feels like a good time,”

Y/N manages to dodge her mother’s questions for the rest of the morning, locking herself in her room and beginning to color code her small closet.

She was not to think of the stupid mistake she made on Wednesday. The first time she said that to a human being that wasn’t part of her family. Granted she did say ‘I love you’ to her Prince poster, but it’s not like Prince could say it back to her. 

She didn’t call Prince and give him the opportunity to say ‘I love you’ back. And when he didn’t say it back, she wasn’t heartbroken. Prince was a poster, not a human being with a phone number. The old lady was right. Men do only exist to break your heart.

The tears started to slowly drip down her cheeks. She made such a fool of herself. Falling in love with a man she never met. A man that had nothing to say, that only opened his mouth when he was offering his services.

“Heeey,” Y/N heard the door open, as Sophie entered her room “are you ready to get drunk?” Sophie whispered, closing the door behind her.

Y/N nods, looking at her boring outfit in the mirror once again. Blue jeans, white t-shirt, blue denim jacket, and white shoes. “I don’t look like a 21 year-old.”

“Don’t worry, your driver’s license will say that for you,” Sophie says. “Now, time to spice up this outfit, because you’re not leaving the house looking like this.”

A good 30 minutes later, Y/N was leaving with a whole new look. Blue jeans, black turtleneck, with black boots and lots of necklaces and bracelets. Sophie swapped their jackets, giving her black leather and taking the denim. Good thing it fit nicely with her ruffle skirt.

“Much better,” Sophie says, twirling Y/N around to look at her entire outfit. “Let’s go, Lane and Mary are meeting us there.”

Paradise Garage. The dream birthday party spot of every person in the Tri State Area. The club was full, and the crowd cheered and sang along to Donna Summer. Y/N wasn’t really in the mood to dance and be joyful. But it was her birthday, and her friends spent an amazing amount of effort to put them on the list. So the birthday drinks start coming, the DJ plays her favorite disco songs, and before she knows it, Love to Love You Baby feels like a karaoke song. 

The night goes on and on, and Y/N wants to soak up all of the energy she can. She wants to enjoy her birthday party with her best friends, and she’ll get her money’s worth tonight. 

“I think you need to drink some more water before we leave,” Lane says, watching her shy friend dance clumsily. It’s almost three in the morning, and the party is starting to die down.

“Don’t worry, I’m not that drunk anymore,” Y/N says, but her friends drag her across the floor anyway, sitting her on a bar stool.

“We’re going to the bathroom, do you want to go?” Mary asks, and when Y/N shakes her head, she turns to the bartender. “She’ll have water. Can you make sure she doesn't wander off? We’ll be back in just a second.”

Y/N barely pays attention to what’s happening around her, she’s enjoying herself playing with her bracelets. A bottle of water is placed in front of her, along with some peanuts. She looked up, and she knew that even drunk, she would never forget the face of this beautiful man in front of her.  

“You should eat something, too,” he says, pointing at the peanuts. “Soak up the alcohol. That’s booze 101 for you,” he winks and Y/N giggles, but stops herself shortly after.

“I can’t giggle with you…” she manages to say, but her sentence drags at the end.

“And why’s that?” the bartender asks, amused.

“Because men only flirt to break your heart,” she explains, shoving peanuts in her mouth. “And you would only flirt with me because you like tips.”

“Oh, wow, who broke your heart, baby?” the man starts to clean up the mess in his counter, Y/N’s mess while she eats.

“My boyfriend, but he’s not really my boyfriend,” she tries to explain, “I don’t really know him, I only talk to him.”

“Communication is good to every relationship,”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t know. I only talk to him on the phone to have sex. Yeah, you heard me right,” she starts to rant, already munching on her second batch of peanuts. “I call this guy, to have sex. Through the phone, I mean. His name is Magic. And you want to know what else? I told him I loved him, like the stupid idiot that I am. And now I don’t know if I can call him again. He thinks I’m a weirdo.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t,”

“Yeah, whatever,” she scoffs, but she starts to think as the alcohol starts to wear off. “Do you think I should call him?” she asks the bartender, laying her arm on the counter and her head at the top.

“I think you should,” the bartender answers, “at the very least to break up with him, if you decide you don’t want to call him anymore,”

“What if I sound like an idiot? Can I blame you?” she asks and he laughs.

“Yes, you can come back here and kick my ass.”

Wednesday. April 24th, 1985. 3 PM. The date and hour she decided to get her heart broken again.

With the coins in the machine, she dials the known number. It only rings once before the familiar voice picks up.

“Hey,” Magic answers, his voice softer than she’d imagined it would sound like today. He didn’t even sound like he was expecting anyone else. 

“Hi,” she manages to say. But she doesn’t say anything else. She doesn’t know how to proceed from here.

“When I told you I wanted you to have a drink in my honor, I didn’t imagine I was going to be the one to mix it.”

“What?”

“By the way, that leather jacket looks great on you.”

“Excuse me, what?” she asks again. Is her mind playing tricks with her? Did she actually wake up this morning, or is she having the weirdest dream? The butterflies flew wild inside her body. It was like springtime was being born inside of her.

“I don’t think you’re a weirdo. I don’t think you sound like an idiot either. I want to get to know you. But if you’re feeling silly and want to blame your bartender, I know where he lives,” he chuckles, and she joins. Stupid happy tears flowing down her face.

“I want to get to know you, too,”

“Good. My name is Yoongi,” he prompts, and her smile gets wider.

“Hi, Yoongi. My name is Y/N.”

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Please don’t tell me jungkook or oc cheats because they just had a baby 🥲

Jungkook would never! If anything Jennette giving birth to little Peanut only enhanced is love for her.

Jungkook During the 40 Weeks of Pregnancy

Finding Out

Jennette didn't experience the typical signs of pregnancy. No morning sickness, no excessive weight gain, no mood swings. Nothing like that at all. She was perfectly fine. She was taking down the silver and gold Christmas-themed tree in February. Still in her festive onesie, Jungkook noticed something quite odd. An open jar of smooth peanut butter.

"You bought peanut butter?"

Taking a big lick from the spoon, Jennette nodded her head.

"Babe you can't stand peanut butter. You literally gag at the smell. Now your eating it straight of the jar."

"I don't know why, but I've been craving it. The smell isn't bothering me right now."

"Are you sick?" Jungkook placed the back of his head on Jennette's forehead.

"I'm fine."

Jungkook found that moment weird, but didn't harp on it. Maybe she was giving peanut butter another chance. Surely that was just the explanation. But it didn't stop there. More peanut butter treats arrived in the house in the next few weeks. Nutter Butters, Reeses Cups, and an unhealthy amount of peanut butter jelly sandwiches.

Jungkook watched in awe as Jennette ate her fifth Reeses in one sitting. The empty wrappers were piling beside her, as she watched an old episode of Martin.

"Jungkook I can literally feel your eyes glaring holes into my face."

"Jeanie are you sure nothing is wrong? Like you aren't hiding anything from me."

"I'm not sick, Jungkook. I'm not coughing, no sore throat, and no fever. I'm literally fine- stop asking."

Six hours later while Jennette was lying in bed, Jungkook lay on his back, deep in thought. The amount of peanut butter products Jennette had been consuming in the past three weeks was absurd. How could she go from gagging at the smell of the ingredient to finishing family-size jars by herself in three days. Jungkook needed to get to the bottom of this. Slipping out of bed, Jungkook went to the 24/7 pharmacy. He went up and down the aisles, hoping to find some fancy brand to explain the eating habits shift.

Tylenol?

Advil?

Metamucil?

No no no.

Soon enough, he found himself of the family planning aisle. In front of him were three rows of Clear Blue pregnancy tests. His heart skipped a beat as he contemplated picking up the pregnancy test.

Better safe than sorry.

The drive back to the house seemed longer, despite him going ten over the speed limit.

"Jeanie... Jeanie baby, wake up." He gently rocked Jennette awake.

"Go away." She yawned turning on her side. She nuzzled into her pillow.

"I need you to take this test for me."

"What test?" Jennette's cracked.

"Just take it."

Irritated, Jennette squinted as she sat up. She slipped her feet into her slippers. She headed into their shared bathroom beside their bedroom. There, she saw a pregnancy test on the counter. Her lips ready to fire off.

"Please just take it. I can't help but think this could be why you have been acting so different lately."

Closing the door, Jennette just went with the motions. Taking the test and peeing on the stick. She wasn't even anxious about the results in the slightest. She wanted to just get back in her bed, before her spot of warmth disappeared.

"Are you done!?"

Jennette washed her hands and opened the door. Jungkook had the edge of his thumb in between in teeth. A soothing habit he only did when he was highly anxious.

Jennette adjusted her bonnet slightly, slipping of her head. She went into her nightstand and put on her signature purple glasses. She couldn't read the test because of her astigmatism in both eyes. The lines would be moving too much for her to read the test accurately.

"See, look, one line." The thin second line arrived as she turned the test to gloat in front of Jungkook.

"Oh fuck."

"Wha-. shitttt." Jennette did a double take, seeing the positive pregnancy test.

Weeks 7-10

The next day Jeannette and Jungkook scheduled an appointment at the doctors office. She got her pre-natal vitamins and an official test done. They found out that they were seven weeks pregnant. The couple wasn't actively trying for a kid, but they were't devastated by the news. They were 29 respectively and could now use the next seven-ish months to prepare themselves for parenthood.

During this time they got their first sonogram. Jungkook was moved to tears and asked for several copies of the picture. One of them going in his car, one on the back of his phone, and the other in his night stand. The picture was so precious to him

It was only one time Jennette experienced morning sickness. She blames the vertigo spell for pushing her over the edge. She was doing perfectly fine, but when she was riding in an elevator one morning. She got nauseous all of a sudden. She told Jungkook, and he ordered her to take it easy for the rest of the day.

Weeks 11-14

This is when the nickname Peanut came about. Now, reaching the end of the first trimester, Jennette and Jungkook was looking at their developing child on the screen. Jungkook could point out their eyes, and tiny toes.

"Looks like this angel is gonna be on the chunky side." The OBGYN commented.

"Their so cute, though. Look at ‘em."

Moving around the wand on Jennette's small belly, they looked at all angles.

"What are they doing doing, doctor?" Jungkook wondered.

"Oh just sucking their thumb."

Jungkook gushed harder at the screen. "Look at our little Peanut."

Weeks 15-18

Time for the long-awaited gender reveal. Jennette and Jungkook opted to keep this moment more intimate. They didn't want a crazy gender reveal party. They were going to keep the gender of their little Peanut a surprise until she was born. But they still had to create a memorable experience.

Surprisingly both Jennette and Jungkook believed that they were having a baby girl. The April weather allowed for Jennette to wear a baby pink shirt and skirt set. Her bump was protruding more, especially from a side-profile perspective. Jungkook was wearing a pink button-up jacket. White t-shirt with pink pants to match. He found this really cute plushy online called 'Cooky'. It was a pink bunny, a perfect gift for the little girl he hoped to have.

"Are you ready to find out the gender of your baby?"

"Yes!" The answered at the same time.

Applying the cold gel on Jennette's belly, the doctor handed the wand to Jungkook. Allowing him to do the honors. He grasped the wand, eyes wide-looking for any declaration of the child's biological sex.

"Wait slow down, bug. Go a little more to the left." Jennette guided. The angle they were looking at they could only see her legs and stomach.

In a gasp of excitement, Jennette saw the outline of a labia majora. Stronger than she anticipated, she gripped Jungkook's shoulder and shook him.

"We're having a baby girl! OMG! OMG!"

“Peanuts a girl! She’s a girl! I’m a girl dad !!!”

Jungkook jumped up and down. The wand was long forgotten as it hit the ground. The OBGYN enjoyed watching the couple celebrate their baby girl.

Week 19- 22

Jungkook was very protective over Jennette's now obvious baby bump. Whenever they were out in public together, he walked slightly in front of her. Avoiding from touchy strangers, placing their filthy hands on her stomach. Only he could touch Jennette's stomach. His little peanut was inside, and he was obligated to protect her, and her mother of course.

On a lazy Sunday morning, Jungkook was playing with Peanut. Jennette was able to feel her kicking, and her moving around in her stomach. Her baby was quite receptive to her father's voice. Jungkook would stand on one side of Jenentte and speak. Watching the little imprints of hands and feet press against her stomach. Indiciating that Peanut was following her father's voice.

"Oh Toodles." Jennette jokingly tapped her stomach. Jungkook was coming closer to her, to do his daily quality time with his baby. She felt a flutter in response.

"Peanut. Come to me sweet girl."

"Ooo!" Jennette reacted to the sudden dart across her stomach.

"That may have been the fastest she's moved." Jennette paused in between her words. Her little Peanut was developing some speed, which always tired her. Even though she hadn't moved a muscle.

"Okay come to this side." And peanut did. Jungkook capturing the moment on his phone.

"I'm for sure showing her this when she's older." He snickered. "Okay I'm over here now."

Week 23-26

Jennette and Jungkook were sitting a frozen yogurt creamery looking at another sonogram picture of their little Peanut. They had gotten a really nice close-up of Peanut's face. Her lips and eyes were well-seen in the image.

"Peanut will be the first person in my family who is bald."

"Everyone in my family is born bald. Including me.” Jungkook commented. He dug deep into his camera roll finding an image of him when he was just a few days old.

"Oh-" Failing to hold in her laughter, Jennette's stomach shook with a violent laugh. Poor Peanut probably thought she was on a roller coaster.

"Most black babies I've seen were born with a head full of hair. It would explain why I don't have heartburn." Doing the same Jennette pulled up a picture of herself when she was a baby. She was born with a mini afro, just like her mother and her sister.

"But look I can already tell she has your eyes. I just know they are gonna be so pretty."

Jungkook agreed. "I make some pretty babies."

"I make pretty babies." Jennette emphasized.

"Can't argue with that baby." Jungkook took a scoop of Jennette's yogurt. "I hope she looks like you."

"I hope so too."

"Just because you said that, Peanut will look just like her daddy." Jungkook kissed her belly. His tattooed hand rubbed over the now darker vertical line running down her bump.

Leaving the yogurt shop, Jungkook and Jennette walked around the area, getting some exercise. Like an excited dad, Jungkook told random strangers he passed about his "twin".

"My twin is in there."

"She only has four more months left."

Week 27-30

Jennette is super clumsy. Don't hand her anything fragile that can break. She has butter fingers unlike ever before. Jungkook had to move the precious pottery to the top of the cabinets. No way would she step on a ladder to get it, so it would require Jungkook to assist you.

"Bug you up?"

Jungkook had a tough training session in the gym and was trying to take a cat nap on the couch. It was 2 am and he believed that Jennette had already been sleep.

"Huh? What's wrong? Peanut good?"

"Yes, she's good. A craving is just hitting me."

"Peanut butter is in the pantry. You can reach it." Jungkook pouted his lips, looking so adorable in Jennette's eyes. She felt bad for waking him up.

"But I kinda want something different. I'm sorry baby."

"Don't apologize. I got you." With one eye barely open, Jungkook got the sweet treat Jennette had been craving. Being the good boyfriend that I knew he would be.

Week 33-36

Peanut's baby shower was a busy affair. Jennette's side of the family flew out to Korea. Her parents, grandma, and her little sister Asia were all able to come. Jungkook's parents handled all the food matters for the party. Jennette was hanging up some decor on the walls.

Jennette felt as big as a house. She looked exhausted and greasy. New growth from her braids were taking over her scalp. The August heat was not making her feel any better. She was already constantly warm with a growing child in her belly. The external temperature of high 80s didn't help either.

It was smart for her to get dressed later in the day, as she would have sweated out her yellow sundress. Instead, she was in her comfy maternity shorts that were extra-large. Cream-colored stretchmarks ran rampant across the surface of her stomach. She hasn't been able to see her feet in the past month or so. She could only imagine what her feet looked like.

Jungkook came down the stairs. Blothes of paint on an old graphic T-shirt. "Baby, there you are. I have something to show you." Jungkook was cheery this morning despite the few hours of sleep he got. He waited at the airport to pick of Jennette's family before coming home around 2 am.

"Come look." Jungkook gently dragged Jennette up the stairs. He had been cooped upstairs with his friends for the last four hours.

"Voila!"

Peanut's crib was set up along the purple-colored walls. There were small animals along the wall. The purple went along nicely with the accent color of white. White flowers were thinly painted, creating a beautiful garden of flowers. Which all came ahead above where Peanut's crib was.

"Bug I love it!" Not wanting to cry, Jennette felt so moved by everything she saw. The nurse was so homey for their Peanut. The carpet was soft, a mobile spun slowly.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Jennette thanked Jungkook's friends, her Peanut's uncles. She would forever treasure the beautiful work that they did.

"Come on you need to get dressed. Guest will be coming in less than an hour."

Week 37-40

Jungkook is the type of boyfriend with labor emergency kits in every vehicle. So that no matter what car they were in, if they needed to drive straight to the hospital then they could. With Peanut arriving in less than a few weeks, Jungkook has become a lot more stressed.

He overreacts to any groan coming from Jennette.

"Was that a contraction?"

"Did your water break?"

"Do you feel her head coming out? Lay down, let me look."

Jungkook was getting on Jennette's last nerves. His pre-parental panic was cramping her style. She looked like a goddess. Afro out, wearing slightly form-fitting clothing. She was like Rihanna, making her bump an accessory with her outfit. Not hiding it under maternity clothing. She does several solo maternity shoots before inviting Jungkook to do a couple with her.

The afternoon of August 31st is when Jennette's water breaks. She was baking peanut butter cookies when a liquid trickled down her leg. Jungkook who was in the shower, wasted no time ushering his pregnant girlfriend to the hospital.

It was seven o'clock and Jennette was only four centimeters dialed. She bounced on a huge yoga ball. She did breathing exercises, and Jungkook was attentive the entire time.

Rubbing her back when requested. Holding her hand, kissing her forehead.

"You are doing amazing baby. I love you so much."

Jennette could FaceTime her mother for a couple of hours as she slowly dialted to eight. Her contractions were becoming closer together, and Peanut was slowly lowering herself into the birth canal.

"I don't think I could do this again." She huffed. She wasn't in pain but was in extreme discomfort. She couldn't get comfortable laying on her back. It just felt wrong.

"Whatever you say baby. Peanut is enough for me."

"Bug can you hold me up. I don't think I can lay down any longer."

Jungkook did just that. As Jennette moaned through her contractions, Jungkook rubbed her back. Trying to keep the hospital gown as closed as possible, he didn't want her ass out for any passing staff member to see.

"Thank you so much Jeanie." Jungkook was on the brink of tears. With the help of three other nurses, Jennette was lying on her back again. The doctor had declared Jennette at 10cm. She could start pushing, and her contractions were much closer together.

"AHHHHHH!"

"GET HER OUTTTT! NOWWWWW" Jennette tossed and turned her head. Her screams of discomfort broke Jungkook's heart. He didn't know what else to say but 'Thank you' and 'I love you'.

Jungkook held Jennette's hand for the entire twenty minutes she was pushing. Jennette's head hit her pillow with a soft thud. All energy left her body, as she watched the doctor hold Peanut in the air. Her lip was quivering with no sound.

"Why isn't she crying?" Jennette choked out, trying not to cry. The nurses didn't respond, wiping Peanut's face of all the mucus. Jungkook's eyes never left Peanut. Her little pink self. He couldn't help but smile and notice that Peanut was bald. Very little hair was on her head, but Jungkook didn't care. She was the prettiest baby he had ever seen. Bald or not.

The doctor smacked Peanut's bottom, eliciting a scream.

"Oh my baby." Jennette smiled, arms open, ready to hold her. Peanut was placed on Jennette's chest. Jennette nuzzled her cheek against hers. Loving the warmth Peanut radiated. Jennetted motioned for Jungkook to get in the bed with her.

"Come on, come hold her. Take your shirt off for skin to skin."

Jungkook was a crying mess holding Peanut. This was the same person scattering across Jennette's stomach as the sound of his voice. He was now face to face with his Peanut. Yeah Jungkook was crying real bad.

Her eyes were like Jungkook's. It was too early to determine her skin complexion as she was just different shades of pink and slight grey. Her nose and lips were like Jennette's. After being washed up and dressed she took a nap on her mother’s chest. Preparing for her baldness, Jungkook put on a gentle (non-squeezing) bow on her head.

Looking at the time, Jungkook smiled even harder.

"Guess it was fate for Peanut to be my twin."

"What makes you say that?"

Shaking his phone, Jennette saw the time.

12:28 am September 1st.

"You got your twin bug. You definitely got your twin."

Series Masterlist:

#bts x black reader #bts #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts x oc #bts x black oc #black fanfiction #jungkook x jennette #madameaug #black fem reader #black tumblr #black kpop fans #kpop

[andysorbit]

imagine Haechan x bald black fem!reader cuz like...

Hyuck is the type to gas up his gf when she first shaves all of her hair off but he's also the type to be the most insufferable immature little shit

"when it grows out a little more, you should bleach it... you're gonna look like a sexy little Sisqo"

"so like... what's the alternative to hair pulling? if I'm giving it to you from behind, do I slap the back of your head?"

He will definitely pretend your head is a crystal ball

"I love you, Megamind."

kisses your head a LOT

"Can I lick your head? No? Jerk..."

"You know how if you look at something and imagine yourself licking it that your brain does the thing and you suddenly know exactly how something would feel if you did lick it? Yeah I'm doing that with your head since you won't let me lick it... jerk"

"Good girlfriends let their boyfriends lick their bald heads"

"If you really loved me, you'd let me do it"

"stop being a jerk and lemme do it stop gatekeeping that bald deliciousness"

"I can literally put my tongue on your pussy but this is where you draw the line?"

"If you don't let me lick your head, you're a racist and a jerk"

brags to everyone about your shirt hair

"my girlfriend's bald"

"I haven't been in love with a bald woman since I learned about Grace Jones... I'd dump you for her. She'd let me lick her head."

"It's a good length to bleach it so now you can get that Sisqo thing going"

after you grow it a bit longer and bleach it he's never not singing a Sisqo song

#neoculturecollectives #nct drabble #nct headcanons #haechan #nct x black!reader #black kpop fans #black kpop writers #nct 127 #nct dream #donghyuck

[panjakes]

I got love!!

Parings:YeonjunxBlack!Femreader

Summary:Frat boy Yeonjun (with a bad rep)just wants you

Monsta x inspired the title😗✌🏼

You sigh as a bag is placed in your line of view. You look up seeing Choi Yeonjun. He gives you a smile and waves making you close the book you were reading

“What is it choi?” You ask

“Yeonjun…Yeon.Jun! We’ve been over this” he says making you shrug

“Anyway…wat are you reading?” He asks

You just push the book over to him. He reads the title before nodding at you

“I like this book. Ya know I’ve read it like a million times” he says

“Oh really?” Yoh ask pretending to be amused

“Yeah like the plot was crazy” he says nodding

“And what exactly made it crazy?” You ask

“Uh when the Uh uncle turned out to be the k-killer” he says

“Mm. That’s funny I haven’t read anything about that. Guess I must have skipped that part” you say with a sarcastic smile

“Y-yeah! You tell me how that goes” he says making you roll your eyes

“What do you want choi” you say now a little more annoyed

“You know what I want Yn. When are you going to let me take you on a date?” He asks

“In a 100 years” you say getting up and collecting your things

“But we’ll be long gone!” He says

“Exactly!” You say walking away from the table but with yeonjun hot on your tale

He quickly jumped in front of you stoping you from walking any further

“What Yeonjun?” Yoh ask now beyond irritated

“Come on Yn! Why won’t you give me a chance?” He asks with curious eyes

“Give you a chance so you can get in my pants and drop me like you do the rest of the chicks you get bored with?” You ask

“W-what? Why would I do that?” He ask

“Oh please Yeonjun, don’t play dumb with me. I might have just transferred here but I know all about your little flings. I won’t be one of them” you say before pushing past him

“Wait Yn!” He shouts out but you kept going with your walk

“Oh shit yeonjun looking over here!” Your friend, Layla says

You turn your head seeing Yeonjun staring dead at you. When you make eye contact he smiles at you. You scoff and roll your eyes

“He is so gorgeous” sunhee says

You could never take anything away from yeonjuns good lucks but what you could take away is all the thirsty Girls he has around him

“He may be gorgeous but what about his friend Beomgyu I mean have you seen that boy?” Bianca says fanning herself

“Let’s just take a gander and say all the frat boys are fine” Layla says making everyone agree

“Who do you think is attractive Yn?” Sunhee says

“I don’t care for them honestly” you say shrugging

“Girl what do you mean-oh shit! Yeonjun is coming over here” she says fluffing out her silk press. You just put your nose back into your book

“Hey ladies how are you?”

“We’re good thanks for asking” sunhee says smiling

“That’s great, Uh hey Yn I wanted to give you this”

You look up seeing a pink envelope of with a rainbow sticker to seal it. You look at him and then the envelope. He smiles and pushes it closer to you. You groan and take before stuffing it into your purse

“Will you read it?” He asks with a hopeful tone

“Yeah Yeonjun, now please get out my face” you say waving him off

He giggled before leaning down and kissing your cheek before running off. You look towards your friends who all had a dropped jaw

“What does that note say?” Bianca says

“Don’t know and don’t care. Probably will throw it away” you say shrugging

“Absolutely not! Give it here I’ll read it!” Bianca says. You sigh and hand over the envelope. She quickly opens it and gasp before reading

“You exist in my world, in a way that no one else does . You are so special to me. You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have. Give me a chance please? Ps…your pretty” Bianca reads causing the other girls to aw and you to gag

“He even taped a rose to it!” Sunhee says

“Yn if you don’t give him a chance I will” Layla says

“We’ll give him one” you say with a sarcastic smile. You stand up grabbing your bag and snatching the note before walking out

“I don’t know why she won’t give that boy a chance. He’s obviously crazy for her” Bianca says

“That’s because she believes Yeonjun is a whore” layla says

“Such a shame” sunhee says shaking her head

You quickly rush into the bathroom sitting down on the toilet with a sigh. You read the note over and over again.

And you couldn’t help the smile that it put on your face.

“Dude it’s obvious she doesn’t like you why are you still trying?” Taehyun asks

“Because I like her! I really do” Yeonjun says

“But she doesn’t like you” Hueningkai says genuinely confused

“Oh she does! She’s just afraid to admit and plus she’s heard all those rumors about me and she believe them” Yeonjun sighs

“Does she know those rumors are like…years old?” Soobin asks

“No, she thinks I’ll dump her after sex” Yeonjun mumbles causing Beomgyu and Taehyun to laugh and slap each other

“What’s funny?” Yeonjun asks

“Aren’t you a virgin?!” Taehyun asks making Hueningkai laugh harder and Yeonjun upset

“No! And why does that matter?” He asks

“I mean it could have helped you case but. Your not a virgin so”

“How the hell would that help the situation?!” Yeonjun asks

“It would help because it’ll prove your not using her for sex”

“Your an idiot” Yeonjun says walking away to get the door that was being knocked on.

He opens the door shocked to see you on the porch

“Y-Yn?what’re you doing here?” He asks

You push a yellow envelope into his chest and turn away walking off the porch

“Don’t be late” you say confusing him

“Wha? He says opening the envelope seeing a letter. He closes the door back with his foot before reading it

“I am willing to give you a chance. Maybe I like you to, but only a little bit so don’t get big headed choi. Meet me at the cafe on 5th street. Ps…I’m not a rose girl I like tulips”

“FUCK YEAH!” Yeonjun shouts jumping up and down after reading the letter

“Yeonjun? What’s wrong? Who was at the door?l soobin asks coming down the stairs

“She said yes! She’s giving me a chance” Yeonjun says waving the letter in the air with the biggest smile

“Well rub butter on me and call me a turkey, she agreed?” Beomgyu says coming down the stairs

“Yes, and never say that again” Yeonjun points making the three of them laugh

You took a gander and gave him a chance.

#ambw fic #black reader #ambw #black girls are beautiful #black reader insert #kpop poc #kpop #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #txt yeonjun #txt x black reader #black fanfiction #blackfemreader #black kpop fans #yeonjun x y/n

[theehexgirl]

you’re so cute that i wanna sit on your face

synopsis: jeongin finds out the true meaning behind a certain phrase that his girlfriend is always saying…

pairings: jeongin x y/n

content: smut, clueless!jeongin, oral (f.receiving), innocent, perv!reader, face sitting

link to pt. ii

“Y/N keeps saying that I’m so cute that she wants to sit on my face, but I can’t seem to understand why she would do that,” Jeongin said. His friends looked between themselves, then back at him. They could not believe how clueless he was about what his girlfriend was trying to say. It almost hurt them to see him like this.

“Are you kidding right now?” Han asked.

“No. Why would I kid?” Jeongin shook his head. The other man sighed loudly because this was completely blowing him.

“I’m amazed at how clueless you are,” Chris remarked.

“I think you mean stupid,” Seungmin cut in.

“I’m not stupid,” Jeongin frowned.

“He’s not stupid. Just very…clueless,” Felix chimed in.

“That’s what we call—“

“Oh wow. Try this croissant. It’s really good,” Chris shoved a croissant into Seungmin’s mouth. The blunt man glared at the Aussie as he ate the croissant that was shoved into his mouth.

“Do you really want to know what she means?” Changbin inquired.

“Yes,” Jeongin nodded. The muscular man gestured for him to lean in and he explained it to him. Everyone else watched as his expression changed from curiosity to genuine surprise until finally it became embarrassment. Changbin pulled away and sat up straight in his chair.

Jeongin abruptly stood up from his chair, “I gotta go.”

“I’m pretty sure she’s getting some type of amusement out of this,” Chris said as they watched their friend leave quickly.

“Knowing her, she is,” Han agreed.

“How did you explain it to him?” Felix questioned.

“I told him that she wants him to eat her pussy,” Changbin stated matter-of- factly.

“Ahh,” Felix nodded.

Lee Know walked into the kitchen, “I just saw Jeongin leave. His face is red. What happened?”

“Y/N told him that he’s so cute that she wants to sit on his face and he didn’t get it,” Seungmin chirped.

“Ahh. She must be having fun,” Minho nodded.

“A lot of fun apparently,” Han said.

Meanwhile, Jeongin finally made it back to his apartment that he shared with his partner.

“Hey, Jeongin,” she greeted, smiling.

“Have you been saying that you want me to eat your pussy this entire time?” Jeongin inquired.

“Who told you what it meant?” Y/N paused the television with a smirk on her face.

“Changbin, but never mind that. I've no idea why you even said that,” he answered.

“I know,” she replied.

“And I’m embarrassed because I had to have it explained to me,” Jeongin said.

“It was kind of amusing to see how confused you would get,” she responded.

“So you were just getting some type of sick pleasure from saying that to me?” Jeongin questioned.

“Yes I was and now the only question I have is, will you let me?” Y/N replied.

“Let you what?” Jeongin asked.

“Let me sit on your face,” she answered.

“What? Won’t that hurt?” Jeongin inquired.

“Not unless I kill you and I’m not trying to do that,” she responded. Killing him would be terrible and also embarrassing considering the conversation from earlier.

“So where do you wanna do this?” Y/N asked.

“You mean, like, now?” Jeongin inquired, pointing his finger down.

“Yes, like, now,” she responded in a “duh” tone of voice.

“Umm…the bedroom,” he answered. Y/N sauntered towards him. In his eyes, she seemed more like a panther stalking its prey. She stopped leaving only a mere inch between their bodies as she looked up at him.

“You sure? Why not the couch or even the floor?” Y/N questioned.

“I think that’ll be more comfortable,” he answered.

“Okay. Let’s do it in the bedroom,” she smiled, taking his hand. Jeongin dropped his bag where it was and followed his girlfriend to the bedroom. He was a little nervous about this, but he was also curious about it too. It shouldn’t be too bad because he trusted her.

Y/N led him to the bed and pushed him down. Jeongin went down and then looked up at his girlfriend. She had a very predatory expression upon her face. Y/N began pulling

down her underwear from underneath the dress she was wearing. She threw them at her clueless boyfriend. He took them off his face and watched as she stepped onto the bed.

“So are you ready to do this?” Y/N asked, smirking for the second time that day. Wordlessly, Jeongin nodded his head.

Slowly, she began lowering her bottom half onto his face, being careful not to hurt him.

“Just let your lips and tongue do the rest like usual,” she said. Jeongin seemed to get the message and he began to lap at her folds. Y/N mewled softly as she watched her boyfriend eat her out.

“Jeongin,” she moaned softly. That seemed to give him a little more confidence because he began to become a little more proactive. Jeongin noticed she was starting to rock her hips back and forth across face. He didn’t seem to mind it at all and part of him wanted her to continue.

“Oh fuck, baby,” Y/N moaned. Jeongin’s hands moved to her hips as he continued to make love to her pussy with his mouth. He was really enjoying the taste of his girlfriend and he was craving more and more.

“Mmm,” he moaned into her pussy. Y/N cried out his name again. He liked what he was hearing from above and what he was seeing too. This definitely ping to be something that he would definitely enjoy doing in the near future.

The clueless man closed his eyes, savoring the taste of his girlfriend. He suckled on her clit and her pace seemed to quicken a little more.

“Jeongin, I’m coming!” Y/N moaned, splashing his face while he lapped up her juices. Y/N moved down his body. She noticed that her boyfriend’s face was glistening with her juices.

“Well? What did you think for your first time doing this?” Y/N inquired.

“I’ll definitely do it again,” he grinned. Y/N laughed as she kissed him. He was such a clueless, handsome goof and she loved it so much. She was glad that somebody finally explained it to him.

Meanwhile, his friends were still hanging out together when Felix made faces as he thought to himself. Chris noticed what was going on.

“What’s wrong, Felix?” Chris inquired.

“When he was asking us what she meant, he didn’t look like someone who was inexperienced in a sense. In fact, he looked like he knew full well what she meant and was just faking it,” he answered.

“So what are you saying? That he duped us?” Han inquired in disbelief, chuckling.

“He did look a little smug,” Seungmin chimed in.

“He is such a manipulative little bastard,” Chris laughed.

“Of course he is. He was fucking with you guys,” Changbin remarked.

“Does Y/N even realize that he’s like that?” Felix asked.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Lee Know answered.

“One thing is for sure, he’s definitely not as shy or inexperienced as he seems,” Changbin added.

The rest of the group was very much right. Jeongin was not as innocent as he made himself out to be, but that was a story for another time.

#black kpop fans #skz x reader #black reader #stray kids #jeongin fic #jeongin smut #i.n smut #i.n #skz jeongin #kpop smut #cluelessness

[kairoot]

why do non black people always treat us like we can’t have anything. fanfics and stuff. like we can’t like anything aesthetic like coquette or the soft fem style. like we can’t get cutesy without dramatic lashes and all that . y’all get what I’m tryna say here ??

#kairoot #I know it’s how the world is #but show more respect #saw someone get mad cause we said mingi likes black women #??? #ateez #black girls are beautiful #black kpop fans