#jung kiseok imagines

[a-fence]

Chili Lips

When Simon Dominic’s curiosity gets the best of him

“Babe, come to bed already,” Simon urged.

“I’ll be there in a sec,” you shouted back at him as you put some toothpaste on your toothbrush.

Simon continued watching his show, glancing at the ensuite from time to time to see if you’re done. He usually came home late and he wanted to spend time with you on this rare occasion that he came home early.

After brushing your teeth, you washed your face and patted it dry. You turned off the light at the ensuite and sat at your vanity to start your skincare. The second step to your routine was to apply toner. No matter the season, your skin type has always been dry and your aesthetician recommended to put several layers of toner to help moisturize your skin. You spritzed the toner on your face, patted it in, and repeated that step for a total of five times.

On your last application of the toner, you noticed Simon staring at you. You stared at him back through your mirror. “What?” you asked.

“Was it really necessary to do it that many times?” he questioned.

And so you told him that it was what your aesthetician said to do to help moisturize your face. You then opened your beauty fridge and brought out a face mask. You placed it on your face and sighed at the cooling sensation the mask brought you.

“Does that feel nice?” Simon asked, his curiosity piqued at your routine.

“Yeah actually. You wanna try?” you offered.

Simon shrugged and you instructed him to pull a chair near your vanity so you can put a face mask on him.

Before you placed the mask, you made him wear one of your headbands then prepped his skin by spritzing it with toner and told him to pat it in while you picked some masks from your fridge. You took out three and made him choose. He picked the one with gold packaging which was actually a gel sheet mask of the same color. You ripped it open and was about to place it on his face when he stopped your hand.

“You only put the toner on me once. You did it five times,” he argued.

You shrugged, “I don’t think you have a dry skin type so I think once is enough.”

You placed the mask on his face and adjusted it to make sure it occupied all the nooks and crannies of his face.

“Oh that does feel good,” he commented. “What do we do next?”

“Watch TV. It needs to stay on for 20 minutes.”

The two of you moved to the bed to watch TV. Simon grabbed his phone from the bedside table and snapped a photo of the two of you with the sheet masks on and posted it online and captioned it ‘Skincare 101 with @y/n’.

Twenty minutes passed and you removed your sheet mask and told Simon to remove his a few minutes later. You went back to your vanity and took out serums this time from your fridge. Simon went back to his seat and followed your lead, applying the serums the same way you did. You took out your cryo sticks next and handed Simon your extra ice roller.

“What does this do and how do I use it?” he asked.

You grabbed the ice roller and demonstrated how to use it. “It locks the products in your skin, de-puffs your skin, and shrinks your pores,” you explained.

Simon then rolled it across his face while your swirled the cryo sticks across your face. You liked to take your time with this especially on your cheeks near your nose where your pores are more visible. Simon eventually got bored with the ice roller and started tinkering with your stuff.

“What does this do? I think my lips deserve some TLC too,” he declared.

“Try it.” You encouraged him as you saw the product he was holding in his hand.

Simon unscrewed the cap, and smelled it. He deliberated if he should put in on his lips.

“It’s just gloss. There’s no color,” you said as you grabbed your trusted Smith’s lip balm.

You watched as Simon applied the gloss on his lips, anticipating his reaction.

“Why does it tingle?” he asked.

You ignored him and busied yourself in applying the lip balm liberally on your lips.

“Y/n, it starting to burn. Like I ate a lot of chilis,” he said, panic rising in his voice and face.

He checked himself in the mirror. “Oh my god, my lips are starting to swell. Am I having an allergic reaction? But I’m breathing fine. Oh god, what if it’s my airways that swell next.” He continued to panic, meanwhile you were trying to bite back your laughter.

He stood up and grabbed his phone from the bed and was about to dial 112. You snatched his phone away, not wanting to disturb the authorities over your prank of sorts and Simon’s overreactions.

“Ya! What did you do that for? Give it back! What if I pass out?” he bickered.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out the laugh you were biting back. Simon looked at you like you were crazy. “It’s a lip plumper babe!” you managed to say in between huffs of laughter.

He still looked baffled and you explained that a lip plumper plumps up your lips, making them thick and that he was not having an allergic reaction. He was still doubtful and to ease him, you applied the product on your lips, making sure to remove the lip balm you previously applied first.

Simon observed as your lips started to increase in size which seemed to pacify him a little. You grabbed a wet wipe from your vanity and sat him down on the chair then wiped the product off of his lips.

“You’re such a big baby,” you teased. You wiped his lips several times to make sure you got all of the product off.

He pouted at you and you laughed once again. His pout seemed exaggerated due to the effect of the lip plumper. You wiped the product off of your lips to avoid it transferring on his as you placed a kiss on his lips.

“But you’re my baby,” you continued teasing him.

He pulled you on his lap and said, “Oh you are so gonna pay for this.”

Skincare reference from my girl Ashley’s vlog at around 4:00

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[scxnriography]

Title: Our Love Story

Featuring : Simon Dominic ( Jung Kiseok) and Bae Joohyun

Chapter : Forewords

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Semi Au Verse, Rated18

23 December 2022

Joohyun

"Let me help you with it."

A simple sentence genuinely meant to be helpful turns out to be a regret within a few minutes later. I shouldn't have been nosy. In the new year, my resolution should be listed as:

1) keep your eyes on the ground, no- just close your eyes when you're walking,

2) don't get involved with your surroundings, and

3) talk less, no- offer less.

Might as well start the new resolution now because there is no word slipping past my lips. All I could do was to stand there, handing over the two insanely heavy bags to the elderly couple's son.. My smile is still intact, my pretentious-not-to-be-shocked-smile that is. I avoided eye contact with him, focusing only on the older lady as she introduced her son and thanking me at the same time. Because I was very kind and helpful, she offered containers of side dishes for me to bring home which I initially vehemently rejected but damn, this family and their smooth tongues. I should know that very well since years ago, I did fall in love with their only son.

Despite the thick blanket of snow covering the streets, my day started out bright and positive. I had a nice hot cup of chocolate and warm freshly baked croissant from the nearby bakery which I ended up staying for more than an hour, before making my way back to my new home. A lovely apartment across the street, that I have spent a long time saving for. Because it was a lovely morning, I smiled more to passerby, excused the little kid who was wailing right in my ears while we were waiting for the traffic light, and rushed to help the elderly couple with their big bags. I didn't count how many they had, I simply reached out to lessen their loads. I didn't mind the weight of these bags either, as we three walked into lobby. Turns out their son was staying in the same building as me, only different level. So I offered to walk them to their son's apartment first just like any kind hearted person would.

Because of the damn lovely morning, I am now standing awkwardly at the the doorstep of my ex boy- no he wasn't that. I realize just then I don't even know what to call him except my past, my favourite past. We did not utter a word, did not even look at each other, both simply allowing his mother to marvel at the kindhearted girl, me, who helped them out while shoving the side dishes in my hands. I am certain he too, was pretending that we both didn't know each other at all. And just like any other mothers who over shared, his just had to fill him in the fact that I was staying at the upper level. An information that he didn't need to know, I guarantee.

And just like any other mothers, she urges her son to walk me to the elevator as though I am quite incapable of locating the elevator myself. Once again I politely reject her kind gesture, and yet again, this family never fail to show me that stubborn runs in their blood. Again I remind myself I am very well aware of that particular fact.

"You don't have to wait for the elevator with me," I suggest immediately when it was just the two of us.

"I know."

It shouldn't surprised me that he did not attempt to leave as soon as he said that but it did. The elevator as though intentionally slow, clearly tormentng the two of us, opens after seemingly took forever. I step in, finally taking a good look at him. He appears thinner than before, but that does not make him any less handsome. "Please convey my thanks to your mother. These," I raise the boxes slightly above my chest, "are really appreciated. But... please know that I won't be returning the boxes. Not personally at least."

"I will. And I know."

I gave him a quick nod as a goodbye and curled my lips into a smile, not saying anything else as I press the button to close the door. I stare at the button I have pressed impulsively just seconds ago where I was determined not to let him find out my actual floor.

Fuck my life. Now I have to do a workout up the stairs.

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[chicken-fifi]

KEY: Smut🌶️, Fluff 🥰, Angst 🥺, Violent 🔪, Ships 🚢, Suggestive 😏

Reactions:

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Imagines:

Headcanons:

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[khh-and-kactors-reactions]

When these two men are competing for your heart.

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[yoonia]

Simon Says [M]

➬ Title | Simon Says

➬ Summary | It’s time to play. Time to be a good girl and follow everything Simon says. Because Simon always has a special reward for his girl.

➬ Pairing | Simon Dominic (Jung Kiseok) x reader

↳ Genre; Ratings | Smut, PWP, Established relationship; 18+/Mature

↳ Word count | 4k words

↳ Warning | Explicit scene, dom/sub relationship, dom!Kiseok, sub!reader (but she’s being a brat), felatio, throat fucking, spanking, breast/nipple play (a few biting may or may not be involved), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cum eating, degradation, dirty talk, praise kink, rough sex, multiple orgasms/overstimulation. This is pure filth so enter with caution! 

↳ Author’s Note | this is basically a PWP smut, as stated above. Blame his music video for this, particularly this part. (And yeah, this piece had basically been buried in my draft ever since that MV came out. Sorry about that T^T)

➬ Masterlist | Ko-fi 

—  © 2020 Yoonia, all rights reserved. reposting/modifying of any kind is not allowed. translations are not allowed.

He loves to make you wait.

The anticipation and not knowing what is going to happen next, to not know what he has planned for you, has always given you the thrill and excitement for what is to come. Even if you are here, naked and alone, your body is already reacting intensely with the wait.

You are sitting on your knees at the center of his king-sized bed, palms resting on your bare thighs, listening to the water running inside the bathroom as he is taking his sweet time under the hot shower.

Your skin has grown sensitive that every brush of the breeze coming from the air conditioner sends your body shuddering even without him touching you yet. Your breasts are bare, your hardened nipples pointing forward and pinching themselves against the cold. But you could feel your body slowly heating up when you hear him finishing up, knowing that it is almost time for him to be here.

Hot enough to send every surge of heat all the way south.

You may have your legs folded and pressed together, but you could still feel it, the moisture leaking from the slick folds as the pace of your heartbeat increases with every second that passes by.

The sound of the running water stops and your heartbeat picks up. Focusing solely on controlling your breath, you keep your head down as you wait for him to enter the bedroom.

Minutes pass by before the bathroom door opens and the soft thuds of his footsteps on the carpeted floor is heard. You hold your gaze down, even as he speaks so gently to you while he admires the sight you are presenting to him.

“My, my—what a nice gift, kitten,” he says, humming with his deep, raspy voice. “Look up to me.”

You raise your head at his command and watch him as he walks over from across the room, taking long, confident strides as if he is a predator stalking on his prey. Each footstep sends your heartbeat pounding harder against your chest. While each beat of your heart sends pulsing heat all the way down to your center, adding more moisture right at your folds. As you move your legs rubbing against each other to seize the burning need, his grin widens.

“Have you been waiting long, kitten?”

“Yes, Sir,” you answer him with your voice almost breaking and your throat dry. The air has been thick with tension and watching his whole body in this perfect view is really not helping your case at all.

His bare chest is on display, still misty from the shower while his towel is hanging low on his hips, barely covering the tent pointing up from underneath, his shaft already hard and ready for you. He reaches out to you as he stops at the foot of the bed, tucking your hair gently to the back of your earlobes while he runs his gaze down your body.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, before giving his hand for you to take. “Come closer.”

Taking his hand, you let him help you rise from your position before you begin crawling closer. Reaching the edge of the bed, you sit back to wait for the next command. You keep your eyes on his face, holding back the urge to kiss his lips senseless the way you really want it to.

“Kneel. Keep your hands on your back,” he commands you. He must have noticed your fingers twitching, almost reaching out to tug the towel hanging on his hips from its bind until it falls down to the floor. But you follow his word instead. Reaching to your back, you entwine your fingers together to give yourself the restraint which he wants you to have.

“Open that beautiful mouth of yours.”

Without wasting any more time, you open your mouth for him. You let your jaw relax a little and slowly begin to control your breath through your nose. You already know what is about to happen, so you brace yourself, pushing down the eagerness to please him a little to savour the moment.

His eyes are dark as he rakes down the sight of you, all bare and ready for him, submitting to his words. With your mouth ajar and your hands bound on your back, you are almost helpless and completely under his control. As he stands right at the foot of the bed with his legs slightly spread out, he gently peels the fluffy towel around his hips, setting his hard-on free.

His cock jumps up and twitches once it is released, as if it is overjoyed from seeing you there. Its massive length is hard, veins popping out of its girth all the way from the base to the swollen head. Drops of pre-cum begin to leak at the tip, and you run your tongue along your lips, wishing that you could have a taste.

His palm rests at the center of his shaft, stroking himself gently as he slowly guides the head of his cock onto your lips.

“Are you willing to do as I say, kitten?” he asks you, gently, while slapping the hard mushroom tip on your bottom lip.

“Yes, sir,” you whisper to him, and his smile grows wide.

“Good. Then take my cock inside that pretty little mouth of yours until you can feel me inside your throat,” he whispers as he slides his cock inside your mouth. “That’s it. That’s a good girl.”

You wish you could reach out to him and grab him as he pushes in deeper, yet you hold yourself back and clutch your hands together even tighter on your back, unwilling to defy him or do anything without his permission. Then he buries his fingers in your hair, holding you in place with a soft grip on the strands before he begins to control the pace.

“How deep can you take me, my little pet?” His husky voice rumbles deep as you are trying to fit as much of him as you could into your mouth. He rolls his hips a few times, pushing deep until you give out a choking sound before pulling back, repeating the movement until you are used to his size and he could reach deeper each time he returns.

You let out a deep moan around his cock, giving it another suck before pulling back, releasing his cock from your lips with a pop to catch your breath. A tiny drop of pre-cum manages to appear on his tip once again, and you quickly lean forward to lick it off.

“I can take as much as you want me to,” you answer him breathlessly, and pride comes over you when he seems pleased to hear your promise.

“Then take it all, kitten. Take everything,” he says, sliding his cock back into your hot mouth and you take him in with hunger, sucking and licking along the length as he pushes, thrusts, until he is at the deepest.

To each time his swollen tip hits the back of your throat, your body jolts and twitches. Heat comes running down your body and you can feel your arousal pooling even more intensely between your legs, slowly soaking up your thighs as it drips out of your folds. Then he picks up his pace, all while the grip on your hair tightens. He shoves his cock down your throat deeper, faster, making you struggle to take it all. You moan deeply around his thick shaft as he continues fucking your throat roughly. His hips bucking forward with force and his head falling back to the pleasure rushing through him.

Your own body starts to react as you are burning with need. Your core is pulsing, begging to be filled as you feel the rush of his climax coming closer at the same time.

As you feel his body growing tense, you move your head, bobbing up and down to help him reach his orgasm so he could feed you with his seed. The pleasure earns deep grunts coming from him, curses coming out under his breath until he pulls a handful of your hair and forces you to release him.

“Fuck, kitten. Your mouth always makes me feel so good,” he whispers breathlessly, his eyes are filled with pride as he compliments you. Running his fingers gently to brush your hair away from your sweaty face, he gives you a moment to catch your breath, letting you bask in the joy of receiving his praises. He gently tips your chin up, looking you straight in the eyes as he says, “As much as I enjoyed fucking your throat, I want to feel your hot pussy and make you come around me before I let you take every drop of my seed.”

With that, your pussy pulses harder. “Please, Sir.”

“What is it that you want, kitten?”

Licking your swollen lips to savour the remnants of his taste, you press your legs together and beg him, “Please fuck me.”

You hear him chuckling softly, his smile taking over his face and his eyes glow under the light, filled completely with admiration and lust. Stroking himself gently, Kiseok leans down to take your lips, kissing you with fervour as if he is giving you the first part of his reward.

Pulling back, he gives you his other hand to take. He helps you to move by pulling you up, holding you strongly from falling on your trembling knees as you begin to crawl backwards. He climbs onto the bed while you lie down on your back, your legs spread apart for him.

His eyes move down between your legs, watching closely at your slick folds while your pussy clenches and pulses. With one hand still stroking up and down his length, he uses the other to push your knees apart, positioning himself at the center.

He takes a tight hold of his cock and brings it to your folds, rubbing its head up and down your soaked slit. You have grown sensitive and needy, your clit had already grown engorged and swollen with every pulse it keeps making that you could almost swear that you could erupt into an instant orgasm right then and there, right when you feel his cock nudging against your rosebud.

You know that he could see it, and feel it when your body jolts upward, your legs shuddering around him with every rub of his cock against your hot slit. With a deep chuckle, he slaps his cock against your pulsing clit, sending you yelping and gasping at the touch. Using your moisture and his arousal, he leads the tip into your opening, rubbing the hard tip in circular motions before pressing gently, pushing his way in while his hands move to hold your legs apart.

“You want this cock, don’t you?” he asks you gently while pushing forward, his cock stretching out your hot entrance slowly, and he circles his hips just a tease.

You nod your head to answer him, before you remember to use your voice and your words to let him know that you are present. “Yes, I want your cock.”

With your answer comes his grin, then he slams inside you, hard, earning your strained scream. “Oh, God!”

He begins to thrust hard and fast, not giving you time to relax around him and sending your body humming with desire, your pussy walls spasming around him. It takes only a few more hard thrusts before your body finally gives in, your arousal flooding around his girth to help him slide back and forth into your hot cavern with more ease.

“You like it when I fuck you hard, don’t you?” he asks you with a chuckle as he begins pounding into you, hard and fast, earning series of whimpers and cries coming out of your lips.

“Yes, oh God. Yes, please fuck me harder!” you beg him. With your knees folded up, you push your hips to meet his thrust, helping him to reach deeper with your toes curling and your fingers buried deep into the sheets.

As the thick head of his cock sinks all the way into your depths, moving in and out of you in a frantic pace, you reach up to hold your breasts. You begin to fondle yourself, playing with your own hard nipples, pinching and pulling your nubs until your body twitches with the sensory overload rushing through you.

He growls deep and stops thrusting, slapping your hands away with a scowl. “Did I tell you to touch yourself?” he grunts, keeping a lock hold on your wrists to stop you from moving back in to touch yourself. He bends his head down, sucking one nipple into his mouth then giving you a bite, hard, until you scream out with both pain and pleasure when the sensation sends your pussy clenching hard around him.

“You seem to be enjoying your punishment a little bit too much,” he groans against your pulsing nipple, lapping it with his tongue before moving to the next. “What a little slut,” he chastises you softly, slapping at the nipple that he had just bitten before taking the other into his mouth, biting it harder than the other until you cry out.

He comes back into thrusting his cock deep inside you until the moment you are close to plunge right into your climax, only to have him pulling away, releasing your throbbing nub from his lips with a few more laps on your skin and pulling out his cock from your heat.

“Turn around,” he commands you. You quickly comply, flipping onto your hands and knees and burying your head against the pillow. Your hips are arched off the bed, just the way he likes it, and you thrust your ass in the air to invite him back inside you.

He gives you a smack on one side of your bottom cheek before giving it harder on the other, earning a few soft yelps coming out of your lips when he repeats each one a few more times until your butt grows tender with a shade of crimson marring the skin. Yet, to each pain he gives you, your core gives out a pulse, and your arousal comes back out dripping down your thighs to let him know how good the pain is making you feel.

“You naughty slut. My dirty, sexy kitten likes it when I smack these pretty ass, doesn’t she?” he growls, playing it off as his displease even though he begins rubbing his palms gently right at your tender skin, pressing and kneading until your arousal comes out leaking even harder, your pussy clenching tight to the loss of his cock.

You respond to him by wiggling your ass, telling him just how much you need him back inside you while sucking a deep breath, bracing yourself for whatever he is about to give you next.

He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you roughly back against his chest as he thrusts his cock back into your pussy. He begins to pump in and out, pounding into your cunt so hard that the bed begins shaking beneath you, its posts hitting frantically against the wall in the same intense rhythm as his cock as he rams into you. His other hand moves forward, playing and grabbing your swaying breasts, pinching at your nub so hard until you let out another cry between the delightful moans you have been making for the intense pleasure he is giving you. He keeps fucking you with force, continuously moving in and out with rapid thrusts, until he could feel you both heading towards the edge.

Just as you feel like you are tipping over the peak of your arriving climax, his hand finds your clit, touching your engorged rosebud gently at first, before he gives your clit a hard pinch. With a primal scream, your body shakes and quakes in his arm with the most intense climax that he had ever given you.

Your orgasm comes to you in a few intense waves, rushing and surging from deep within your core and spreading all over you like live wire. But there is no sign for Kiseok to stop, as he keeps holding you tight against him and he keeps pounding into you, sending you plunging into another set of climax when you have barely gotten over the previous one.

You feel his hips slapping repeatedly against your bottom, his deep grunts coming out with a few whispers of his curses, and he keeps on pummelling his cock between your pulsing walls, prolonging your orgasm until it feels almost impossible for you to take it anymore, and only then does he finally slow down, giving you some reprieve from the overwhelming pleasure rushing through you.

As you continue to shiver in his arms, basking in the intense spasms of your climax that seem never-ending, the walls of your pussy clenching and tightening around his cock, milking him until you feel him tensing against your back.

Instead of letting himself go and filling your pussy with his cum, he jerks his hips a few more times and pulls out roughly. “I’m coming, kitten. Take me in your mouth,” he commands you as you drop down on the bed.

Your hands and legs are shaking when you push yourself up on the bed, but you manage to flip back and crawl closer to be in front of him.

He grips his cock tightly, moving his hand up and down as you get up on your knees in front of him, your mouth is open and ready for him. Just as his shaft begins to twitch and his hips tense under each stroke he gives himself, he brings the head of his cock back on your parted lips. You let your lips engulf him at his tip as he pushes deeper, thrusting deep in your throat as he continues to chase for climax. And soon, he is shooting his release down your throat with a few deep guttural groans.

And you take everything.

Taking every single drop of his seed, as promised, you lap and suck while your throat works hard to swallow everything. The tangy taste of your release mixing with his cum tastes delightful as you clean off every drop of his thick cum.

His grunts become deeper as he releases the final drops of his seed into your mouth. You could feel his cock growing softer against your tongue, and he slowly pulls out of your lips, leaving a few drops of his cum falling down your chin.

With a deep exhale of breath, he opens his eyes to look down on your face. He is still basking on his own climax when you touch your chin, wiping the cum off of your face with your finger before you bring everything into your mouth. You keep your eyes on him as you lick down on your digits until they are clean, giving you a chance to see it when his gaze darkens and his body—still twitching slightly with the last few rushes of his climax—becomes hard and tense, and his cock twitches as a sign that it is coming back alive.

With one swift move, he pushes you back into the bed until you are lying beneath him. He hovers on top of you, holding your waist with one hand while he takes a handful of your hair with the other, bringing your face to him so he could take your lips into a searing kiss.

His kisses and touches are filled with hunger. Within moments, you feel the heat inside you building up, the exhaustion is quickly replaced with a newfound desire. Your core is still sore, and your bottom cheeks feel as if they are burning as your body is rubbing against the sheets. But there is something brewing inside you that is begging to be filled.

As if he could tell how your body is reacting to him, Kiseok reaches down between your legs, finding your throbbing pussy once again and begins to rub gently up and down your slit, gathering your arousal with his fingers.

“What do we have here?” he softly hums against your lips just as the tip of his fingers find your opening. “Are you ready to have more, kitten?”

Nodding your head slowly, you suck a deep breath and force your voice to come out, “Yes, Sir. Please. I want your cock inside me.”

He bends down, swirling his tongue around your hard nipples, taking in one at a time while he keeps on rubbing at your opening, gathering more moisture before he pushes himself up. Your eyes trail down on the lower part of his body, finding his cock already growing hard and ready to impale its length inside you.

“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet,” he groans, taking his cock into his palm where he gives himself a few gentle strokes. “Now be a good girl and pull your knees up to your chest and keep them there.”

You quickly comply to him, taking your shaking legs up, pressing your folded knees against your chest with your hands holding them up, locking them in place as he positions himself at your opening. The tip of his cock immediately finds its place, and he wastes no time before he pushes forward, easily spreading your entrance wide apart for him to enter.

“Don’t cum until I say you could,” he threatens you with a grunt. Then he slams right back in, immediately beginning to pound into your cunt relentlessly and without mercy, sending your still sensitive pussy walls clenching hard around his girth with the threat of your orgasm rising too soon.

As waves and waves of electric pleasure come building up inside you, you soon realise that the night is far from over. You know that you would have to face even more punishments before you could finally earn his glorious rewards. And he knows that he is winning the game the moment the head of his cock pushes against your sweet spot, hitting it repeatedly until you scream out with the mixture of pain and pleasure.

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[imaginesbymonika]

The 36 year old bachelor | Simon Dominic x Reader

Prompt: Jay is done with Simon complaining about being single, that’s why he decides to introduce him to his celebrity crush.

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I read almost every single SD Imagine, so I decided to write my own

Song to listen to while reading:

Jay cares for Kiseok. He truly does. They’ve known each other for so many years- Jay absolutely couldn’t imagine his life without him. But sometimes... he disliked his friend with everything he got.

“It’s like as if my relationship status is more essential than my work as an artist.”, Kiseok exclaims. Whenever he got frustrated, his Busan accent became more notable - and right now it was more prominent than ever before.

It was an accessory sentence.

“ “As one of the most crucial and thriving rappers of Korea, his heart is owned by to none other than the music.” ”, Kiseok reads out loud:” “It seems like, there is no room in his life for love, but-.” First of all, who says I don’t have time for a girlfriend?-.”.

“You do?”,Jay asks, and wrinkles his forehead:” You declare that in nearly every single interview.”.

Without paying interest to his friend's statement, Kiseok proceeds to rant:” Second of all, it isn’t my fault that I’m single- I just haven’t met the right woman yet.”.

Jay massages the bridge of his nose:” That’s because your standards are not only high but whenever somebody asks you about them you say - “look at Y/N, then you know what I want.”.

At the sound of her name leaving his lips, Kiseok turns his head around to face his friend. He stares at him for a few seconds, before he tosses the magazine into the bin next to the couch in Jay's office, before he storms out.

A few seconds later, Gray enters the room, his eyes are wide open:” What’s wrong with him?”. Jay simply makes a hand gesture, before standing up from his spot behind the desk:” He is constantly complaining about being single- but when he has the chance to date, I mean the line is long-“.

Gray nods. “He doesn’t make a move, I promise you- even if the perfect woman would stand in front of him. He would still not make a move.”.

“We need to get that man out of his shell.”,Gray says while sitting down on the couch. He looks at his friend. “And I feel like, I already know who to call.”.

Y/N debuted three years ago with a girl group under SM Entertainment. As the lead rapper, and oldest of the group she quickly had a specific reputation. She was admired by many, but she also had a few more haters than the rest of the girls due to her confidence and taste in fashion.

“Wait- I’m supposed to do what exactly?”, the young woman asks and her eyes widen. She sits on the opposite side of Jay’s desk and stares at him in confusion.

Jay and Y/N had met two years ago, backstage at an award show, and became friends nearly immediately. She told him, no matter what- she would always answer his calls. And she kept her promise.

“You’re like his ideal type.”,Jay explains:” I want to wake him up, from whatever bizarre trance he’s stuck in. Also, Y/N... Sources told me that you find Kiseok quite attractive as well.”.

“Oh shut up.”,Y/N mumbles softly while her cheek turns red. Jay let out a high pitch laugh, while his friend runs a hand through her hair.

“Okay, so we will go into the main area of this building-.”, he turns on his phone to check the time:” Right now, he’s probably eating with Loco and Gray.“. As they wander through the hallways he proceeds to clarify his plan:” Act like this-.”, he makes a hand gesture pointing from him to her:” is natural and no staged at all. Okay.”.

Y/N chuckles:” Sure.”.

“And that is why I truly believe-.”, Kiseok who takes a sip of his water stop talking and starts coughing. Gray and Loco both stare at their friend in surprise while Hyukwoo is the first one to react. He turns around and when his eyes land on Jay and Y/N he softly slaps Grays shoulder:” Would you look at that.”.

“Is that-?.”

“Y/N.”,Kiseok finishes his sentence before he takes another sip of his water: “This-.“.

He watches how Jay points at him as if he notices him for the first time and makes his way over to their table. Closely followed by the young musician.

„Hey.“.he says and smiles at Kiseok: “I wanted to introduce you to my good friend Y/N.”. She smiles and bows at him. He feels how his throat becomes dry, as he smiles back. He holds out his hand:” I’m Kiseok.”. “It’s nice to meet you, I am Y/N.”.

Later that evening, Kiseok drove to the small traditional restaurant Jay made a reservation at. He closes the door and thanks the Uber driver before he steps into the small building. When he can’t hear his friends, he furrows his forehead but continues to make his way towards the back room.

As soon as he walks through the door a sigh escapes his lips when he notices that only Y/N is sitting at the table.

“They’re not showing up, are they?”, he asks, making the young woman look up from her phone. She smiles softly but shakes her head. He nods and sits down in front of her.

“Can I be honest with you?”, she asks and Kiseok, who lays his jacket to the side nods. “I’m just here because Jay wants to prove some ridiculous point of his.”. Simon Dominic looks at her in confusion. “He said, that you’re often complaining about being single- but even if somebody like me, who is supposedly your ideal type comes along, you would still think twice. Because at the end of the day, you’re the one standing in your own way.”.

Kiseok stares at her, he opens his mouth slightly, but when no words leave his lips he closes it again. “If you want to take off, I get that. I truly do.”, she once again smiles at him, and grabs the menu card. After a few minutes, she puts it down again and when she sees that the rapper is still sitting in front of her she chuckles:” You’re not leaving?”.

“Why would I? A beautiful woman is sitting right in front of me. I would be a fool if I didn’t take that chance”.

Y/N’s eyes widen. “Don’t tell Jay, but he is right. I guess I’m just frightened. You see, I’m almost 37- the media characterizes me as some old bachelor. I don’t wish for that. I’m nothing like that. I’m simply terrible at dealing with rejection, so before anyone could do that- I’m dismissing every woman that comes my way. And well, there is another aspect, that he has right- you are my ideal type. So, I feel like I’m winning tonight.”.

Y/N chuckles. “But I’m serious, don’t tell Jay. He will never let me live that down.”.

#Spotify #jung kiseok #simon dominic #jung kiseok x reader #jung kiseok imagine #simon dominic x reader #simon dominic imagine #fluff #aomg scenarios #aomg imagines #aomg loco #aomg gray #loco #gray #jay park #imagine #khh imagine #khh x reader

[seofine]

Can You Keep A Secret? - Simon Dominic

Requested: I would like to request a fic where simon Dominic is with Jay's little sister and Jay finds out. @soulpunker58

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Everyone has their secrets.

These secrets may be big or small, they may be kept secret for your own state of mind or for the sake of those around you.

There are some secrets that will follow you to the grave and others that eventually will have to see the light.

You were keeping a secret that you knew eventually would need to come out, but you had no idea how those around you would react to it.

You had been dating Jeong Kiseok for almost a year which would never have been that big of a deal or too major a secret, except for the fact that Kiseok was one of your older brother’s best friends.

Your older brother being Park Jaebeom.

You and Kiseok had always been drawn to each other, from the first time you had laid eyes on him you had known he was the one you wanted.

You had met in such a mundane way. When you were bored you would often turn up announced to Jay’s studio. Luckily for you, on one of those days Kiseok had been accompanying Jay. You had been introduced to each other and there was no doubt in your mind that Kiseok was your type.

His exterior was rough and strong with a boyish charm, yet inside the man was gentle and comforting. He exuded a confidence and self-assured air that was refreshing. The moment he cheekily smiled at you was the moment you knew you were done for.

That day, Kiseok had taken your number under the guise of wanting to be able to get in contact with Jay even when his phone was off. He said he should have your number because you usually knew where your bother was. You agreed even though you thought it was slightly odd. You didn’t really expect him to ever actually phone.

So that same evening when he called caught you off guard. You had answered with slight confusion knowing that you had left Jay and Kiseok back at the studio together so there was no real reason for him to be phoning now. Kiseok made excuses that night in order to keep you on the phone for longer than you deemed normal for people who had only met earlier that day. You weren’t exactly complaining but you also were confused about why he had even bothered.

The next night he phoned again and the night after that too. It soon became routine for Kiseok to phone you and just talk about nothing. Finally, after a week of the same thing you plucked up your courage and asked the man why he continued to phone you. You remember the distinct silence from his end of the phone, and you wondered if he had hung up on you. Kiseok mumbled out something that sounded like he was telling you not to worry about it and then quickly moved the conversation on.

You didn’t bring it up again after that. Neither of ever mentioned to anyone else about your nightly calls and soon, without even noticing, it had been almost a year of back and forth, skirting around the issue of your mutual interest.

Your friends knew you had someone you liked but they never pushed you to admit it. If you were being honest, the relationship between you and Kiseok probably wouldn’t have progressed if it hadn’t been for your older brother and his friends being constantly in your business and personal life.

One day you had gone to the studio to sit with Jay and the rest of the boys when the subject had turned to you, the boys deciding to try and play matchmaker. Seonghwa had started to tell you about how he had a friend who you’d be perfect with and then pulled out his phone to show you the Instagram page of none other than Nafla.

You had laughed it off, cheeks burning slightly as you surreptitiously looked around the room and all eyes seemed to be on you. Kiseok particularly seemed to be taking an interest in where this conversation was going. You tried to move the conversation on but Seonghwa was relentless and started to question you about your type, suggesting that maybe you’d be a better match with Loopy.

To get him off your back you’d taken Loopy’s number from him and agreed to think about it. You liked Loopy but you had no real intention of getting in contact with him. Instead of stirring up your emotions and getting on your nerves as he wished, it seemed Seonghwa had missed the target and unintentionally hit Kiseok.

That night he phoned just as he had been doing for the past year but seemed more distracted than usual. You got tired trying to bring him to talk normally and finally asked what was bothering him. He had huffed in reply and confessed that Seonghwa trying to set you up with Nafla or Loopy earlier in the day had made him jealous. His admission had sparked your confidence and you wondered aloud why he wouldn’t do something about it if he was so jealous? He had laughed and actually agreed, asking you on a date with him for the next night.

From that moment on you both hadn’t looked back.

Your relationship just came easily and it wasn’t hard to believe that it was fast approaching your first anniversary.

Honestly, most people in AOMG and H1ghr had seemed to catch on that there was definitely something going on between you and Kiseok. However, one of those who still seemed oblivious was your brother Jay. It wasn’t as though you were deliberately keeping your relationship a secret, it had just never seemed the right time to tell him. You both hadn’t wanted to tell him in the early days and cause chaos for a relationship that might have ended after the honeymoon stage, and then the time had just slipped away like sand in an hourglass a year already on the horizon.

At this point you weren’t sure how to tell him without making him feel betrayed that you and Kiseok had gone behind his back for so long. Other members of AOMG had offered to hint at the subject to Jay but you had politely declined, you would rather your brother find out from you.

On an evening just like many others, Kiseok had come to your apartment to spend time with you and the both of you had decided to just lounge around on your couch and enjoy each other’s company. You had placed a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and two glasses for your respective drinks of water and beer.

As the conversation was winding down, you lay your head on Kiseok’s chest and breathed in his scent. He wrapped an arm around you and helped you get more comfortable in his lap. Suddenly your phone started ringing, cutting the cosy atmosphere. You picked it up curiously not really considering your actions.

“Hey sis, open the door. I’m outside.” Your brother grumbled into the phone. You jumped up and off Kiseok’s lap, stumbling onto the floor. Kiseok opened his mouth to ask if you were alright and you pinched his thigh, motioning for him to be quiet.

“Okay, give me a minute.” You quickly told your brother and hung up. You looked at Kiseok with shock for a second before hissing at him that Jay was outside.

Kiseok’s eyes widened almost comically and he jumped off the couch, running around the room. Jay’s fist thumped on the door incessantly, indicating that he was getting impatient. You mumbled at Kiseok to make himself scarce as you slowly moved towards to the door. As you reached the door you looked back and couldn’t see your boyfriend.

You opened the door to your brother who quickly brushed you aside and went straight in, throwing himself onto the couch that moments ago had been occupied by you and Kiseok. Jay picked up a handful of popcorn as you shuffled your legs, trying to subtly figure out where your boyfriend had gone.

“What’s up with you?” Jay questioned, looking at your awkward behaviour.

“Nothing.” You tried to reply nonchalantly, eyes still slowly roaming the room. “Why are you here?” You asked your brother as he carried on eating your popcorn.

“Bored at home.” He mumbled between chewing his popcorn. As you went to tell him to leave, you watched as his eyes noticed the two glasses sitting in front of him. He jumped up suddenly.

“Sis, do you have someone here?” He laughed out, playing the role of annoying and nosy older brother so well in that moment.

“What? No.” You lied, trying to think of an excuse to give him as to why you had beer sitting on your coffee table even though you weren’t an alcohol drinker.

It was too late though; he had already begun his mission to embarrass you and whoever you had brought into your apartment.  As you followed you wanted to scream as you noticed where your overgrown child of a boyfriend had decided to hide. Kiseok had decided the best hiding place was behind the curtains in your bedroom. He hadn’t done a great job of arranging the curtains properly though and it was quite obvious to you that his foot was peeking out from underneath.

You shuffled behind Jay as he walked, looking around suspiciously. You hoped that your brother was as much of an idiot as your boyfriend and didn’t bother to look too closely as you went further into the bedroom. You tried not to draw attention to your stupid boyfriend’s socked foot sticking out from under the edge of the curtain.

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as Jay got closer to Kiseok’s hiding place. After following your brother as he snooped around in the different corners of your apartment you could feel your nose tickling, the dust, that Jay had managed to displace, irritating your sinuses. Suddenly you let out a high-pitched sneeze.

“Bless you.” A muffled voice sounded.

You sighed, smacking your forehead with the palm of your hand. Kiseok was an absolute idiot but there was also no denying that he was also a gentleman.  Quick as a flash, Jay flung back the curtain and pulled Kiseok out of his poorly chosen hiding place.

Your brother looked angry as Kiseok hung his head not wanting to face his best friend. You tugged on your brother’s sleeve, trying to get him to look at you instead of glaring at Kiseok.

“How could you do this?” Your brother questioned, frustration evident on his face. “What is this anyway? Why is he here?” Jay’s annoyance was clear as he threw questions out at you.

Your eyes started to prickle, you always hated when your brother was disappointed in you. Kiseok reached out and held your hand, knowing that you hated letting your brother down.

Your brother sighed, keeping his eyes on you. He didn’t want to look at Kiseok and snap, not wanting to be rude and disrespect his Hyung.

“He’s my boyfriend.” You whispered out, Kiseok’s hand tightening around your own.

“How long?” Jay asked, you looked at him confused. “How long?” This time he raised his voice and you jumped slightly. Jay never shouted at you.

Kiseok pulled you to stand behind him, staring down Jay. “Almost a year.” He responded to Jay.

Your brother sat on the edge of your bed, looking deflated and put his head in his hands. The atmosphere was sharp and cold, you hadn’t wanted him to find out like this.

His shoulders started shaking and you moved closer to him, putting a hand on his back. Suddenly he couldn’t hold it any longer and burst out laughing. You were confused, looking at Kiseok in shock.

“You two really thought you were being secretive?” He questioned, laughing even harder at the confused look on both of your faces.

You looked at Kiseok and made a questioning face, receiving a shrug in reply.

“I’ve known you two were together for a long time now.” Jay confessed, still laughing slightly at you and Kiseok. “I knew there was something going on back when I first introduced you.  Kiseok hyung used to sneak out of the studio with his phone all the time.” Your brother continued on, rolling his eyes.

You elbowed your boyfriend in the side as he smiled sheepishly. You should have known he wasn’t as slick as he thought he was.

Jay crossed his arms, “Plus, my suspicions were confirmed a few months back when Seonghwa hyung told me you were dating.”

You almost screamed, why did Seonghwa have such a big mouth? You knew you shouldn’t have let Kiseok go and tell him to knock it off after he kept pestering you about whether you had phoned Loopy or not. Your brother had been watching you and Kiseok sneak around whilst laughing at you all along.

“You’re not angry?” You questioned Jay, still thinking about ways to torture Seonghwa for not being able to keep a secret.

“Why should I be? You’re both old enough to make your own decisions.” Jay laughed out, pulling you closer to ruffle your hair. You huffed, hugging your brother. Kiseok cheered suddenly, throwing his arms around you and Jay. You rolled your eyes, pinching Kiseok. He jumped, rubbing his side.

“This is your fault” You mumbled, eyeing your boyfriend. Kiseok rubbed the back of his neck with a pout on face.

Your brother groaned as you moved away, pulling Kiseok’s face towards your own. Jay manoeuvred around the both of you, hastily making his exit as you stroked the side of your boyfriend’s face. The door to your apartment slammed as your lips made contact with their target.

Alone at last.

#simon dominic #ssamd #jung kiseok #aomg reactions #aomg scenarios #aomg imagines #aomg #h1ghr #h1ghrgang #h1ghrmusic #khh writing #khh imagines #khh scenarios #khh #kpop reactions #kpop writing #kpop fics #kpop #kpop scenarios #jay park #khiphop writing #khiphop scenarios #khiphop #korean rapper

[azure-writer]

Nothing Will Change [Simon D]

Artist: Simon D | Word Count: 4.236

YES I’m finally starting on finishing the requests but I got a bit carried away that the word count passed 4K words:( Anyways, this is kinda tragic but I’m not sure it’s angsty enough to bring you to tears. Anyways, I hope you’ll like it<3 (P.S I’m too tired to proofread this so please excuse the messy English)

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“Yes! We’ve got the sneakiest singer here,” Jay smirked, as he finally got you in a round of ‘Truth or Drink’, triumph painting his face, “Tell us, you have someone that you like between us all, right?” Everyone seemed to snigger and chuckle as your cheeks turned pink. You quickly grabbed your empty glass and offered it to Mintaek who was in charge of the wine bottles, and he reluctantly poured the liquid which was followed by groans of disappointment from your fellow artists.

“Oh come on (Name), aren’t you going to be brave and share it with us?” Your arm stopped midway before the cup touched your lips, and you smirked at Hyukwoo and dawned the liquid in one go, feeling the burning sensation travel through you. Everyone sighed as they continued the game, as none of them managed to get any juicy information out of you. But you knew from the corner of your eyes that someone wasn’t as put down as the others. And it made fear dawn in you, or maybe it was the wine that was too strong for you.

The game ended twenty minutes later with most of your friends passed out in the couch and floor, leaving you the only one sober and awake. The thought of fresh spring air hitting your face seemed refreshing at your current jumbled up condition, so you wobbled out to the balcony and leaned at the railings, closing your eyes and letting the wind gently caress your face. You hadn’t realized another figure was walking quietly to stand beside you until the said person coughed to gain your attention. Blinking in shock, you turned your head and were faced with Kiseok, looking like he was in a lot of trouble. His eyebrows were furrowed down, and his eyes reflected confliction inside of him.

“That was me, wasn’t it?” Kiseok whispered, as his brown eyes flicker over to you with a look of unsure and fear, “The one in Jay’s question?” The man wasted no time to ask you that, and you have expected this to happen since Kiseok was never a subtle man, but you didn’t expect it to be this soon. The alcohol made it dizzy for you, and you were gaping in both shock and speechlessness.

“Yeah, it is.” You answered, returning to the state of having no words to say at all. Your heartbeat picked up as you could feel Kiseok’s gaze burning holes into you, and being there was devastating for you as all you wanted was to run away. You knew he would never like you back, and you’ve somehow come to terms with that after years of signing with his label. But rejection was never easy, no matter how much you’ve accepted the fact that you’ll never be the one. And as drunk as you were, you could still register that this was real, that this moment will forever bring you pain.

“Look, I’m really sorry to say this (Name), but I only see you as—“           

“Nothing, I get it.” Facing Kiseok with a small smile, you tried to stay strong although the words that were about to roll of your tongue was like squirting lemon to your own wounds, “I’ve seen it, I knew you’d never see me in a different way. And that’s okay, and nothing will change after this. We’ll still be friends, and nothing will disturb our artist and boss relationship. This won’t change anything, as I’ll move on soon. I guarantee you.” To say Kiseok was baffled hearing your explanation was an understatement, but your eyes screamed for him to not ask any questions and accept it as it is, so he obliged, it was the least he could do. Although guilt spread through his heart, he didn’t want to make anything worse for you.

“I… appreciate it, really.”

“Well, I- uh, I’ve got to go home,” You straightened yourself, pushing your hair aback so you could see your surroundings despite the blurring vision from your tears, “I’ll go flag a taxi.” And you fled, your feet taking you running down the stairs and away from Kiseok. You didn’t dare to look back, not when you’ve let the tears fall from your eyes. And Kiseok couldn’t move his feat, because the guilt kept him grounded, as he never thought it would all end like this.

As you sat in the taxi, there really was nothing to do expect letting the tears fall, hoping that the pain would ease away, that maybe you would be able to accept the fact more with open arms. He would never love you back, and every time you thought of that it makes the crack in your heart grew bigger. But there was nothing you could do to change this. Nothing will change the fact that Kiseok would never look at you the way you hoped he would.

  It was months later, when only a few seconds left until the year changes, that Kiseok found himself in the biggest regret of his life. He had thought of it after your confession, that maybe he could work things out with you. And that’s when he started noticing you more, how you’re always there to help when someone’s having difficulties in beats or lyrics, how you treated everyone like your best friends as they usually come to you to confide in and ask for advices, and he started to notice the brightest person in the world when it was all too late. And it bothered him to no end, and everything seemed to peak in tonight.

The artists of AOMG were having a calm New Year’s Eve party tonight, unlike the many other years spent in bars. But there was still wine to get drunk with, and the small party they have at the base was lit with everyone letting lose. Jay was grinding against a girl Kiseok only recognized as one of his flings, Mintaek and Hyunjung were calmly chatting at the corner, and the rest was dancing hard through the beat of the song.

“I’m sorry I’m late!” Kiseok managed to hear through the loud music from the speakers, as he turned his head to the source of the voice, “It’s a bit hard flagging a taxi when everyone’s out.” And oh was Kiseok taken away. You were clad in a simple black dress that hugged your curves perfectly, yet you weren’t overdressed at all. Kiseok noticed you did extra effort on your hair as they fell in loose curls, and your face was like a billion dollar art because of the flawless makeup you did. And he was blown away by you, and for a moment he thought that he must’ve been dreaming. But the smile you gave him brought him back to reality.

But then your eyes met with Kiseok’s, and they looked normal. There was something missing from your pretty eyes, Kiseok thought. And then it dawned to him that the look you gave him was different, unlike the look you gave him before the confession. That’s when realization sank into him, causing a sick feeling to fill his stomach, as he felt remorse washed over him. You looked at him now the way you look at Jay, Sunghwa, and the others. And even though that’s supposed to be good for you, Kiseok didn’t like it one bit. Kiseok have just realized that maybe he was too late, that nothing will change the fact that you stopped looking at Kiseok with love, and maybe he was too late.

“Hey Kiseok,” You greeted the man, flashing a bright grin to the dumbstruck rapper, “Where are the others?” Kiseok had to blink for a few seconds when he had realized you were talking to him, as he straightened his posture and collected whatever composure he has left.

“Um, they’re inside. Go ahead and drink the night away.” Kiseok answered, feeling his heart beat faster as you walked past him with a wave. He didn’t dare to join you to the dance floor as you engaged with your friends and foreign people, as he only watched from afar how your hips swayed to the beat, how your hair bounces gracefully to your moves, and how your eyes looked so happy as you had the night of your life. And he hated himself at the moment, not even having any guts to go to you and chat, and for having feelings when you’ve clearly moved on. What a fool, Kiseok thought grumpily.

Time seemed to past fast for everyone, but not for the suffering man. Kiseok ended up spending the night aggressively drinking the strongest alcohol in the house, not even bothering about the girls that were obviously flirting to the rapper. He sat in between couples furiously making out, glaring at every guy that came to have a little talk with you, while watching their hands travel down from your shoulders to your hips. He wished it was him, but he didn’t want to ruin your night.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,” Everyone had gathered on the dance floor, raising their drinks up while counting the seconds left of 2017, “Four, three, two, one— Happy New Year!” Kiseok caught you standing right in front of him, eyes in a daze as you let the guy that’s been flirting with you kiss your plump lips, causing anger to rage inside of him. But he himself was taken by the lips by one of the girls that threw themselves at him, and he quickly pushed away and broke away from the crowd.

And nothing will change, as Kiseok sat back down and continued to dawn the wine. You were like those sick couples that couldn’t stop making out that made Kiseok want to vomit, but he saw you smile through the kiss. And as much as Kiseok wanted to blame it on the alcohol, the thought that you were actually happy with this stranger made him feel deranged. Kiseok finally chose to leave for the night, taking the taxi back home. Because nothing will change anyway if he stayed through the night. You wouldn’t be in his arms, he wouldn’t be the one kissing your lips, and he will never be the one to make you happy.

  “Guys, I would like you to meet my girlfriend, Kim Sikyung,” Both you and Jay were left agape at the introduction, as Kiseok’s new lover smiled warmly towards you two, “We met at a bar three months ago, and she’s a really sweet girl, and after a few dates we really clicked and we know we’re both meant to be. I hope you’re okay with this, Jay?” You weren’t supposed to be in this conversation, but Kiseok was eager for you to hear the news, and so you sat through the announcement, although you and both were sharing a confused look.

Something was definitely wrong, and you weren’t the only one who sensed it.

“Well I can’t really hold you back now, can I? You both love each other, so you have my blessings,” Jay started, glancing at you to do the same, “You’ve got my blessing as well, Kiseok. You both really fit each other so much, I can see the chemistry.” Although some of your words were white lies, the new couple seemed to buy it as they smiled gleefully.

“Oh god, I thought you guys were going to object,” Sikyung sighed, placing a hand over her chest in relieve, “The AOMG family means so much for Kiseok, and I really don’t want to get in the way. I hope we all can get along well, I really appreciate the blessings.” As far as you can see, Sikyung was a kind girl even though she’s one of South Korea’s best woman model, and it really made you wonder how Kiseok can score such a genuine girl. Because even though you were trying to be happy for them, there was something off with Kiseok. And he really didn’t look like the usual gruff man he was. At this moment, he looked a bit too polite, and a tad too bubbly.

Half an hour passed and the couple bid goodbye, as Kiseok has to drive Sikyung to the Gangnam district. After a few minutes of waiting on edge on your seat, when you were sure that the couple was out of earshot, you turned to Jay as the man did the same.

“Kiseok is acting weird,” Jay started, clearly bothered by the change of attitude of his partner, “I mean, this girl is way out of his type! All of his flings were girls who’re clearly dirty, complex, and her body screams she’s the female sex god, but Sikyung’s as innocent as an angel. And she’s just… Sikyung is just so different.” He ended his rambling in a sigh, and you’ve agreed with Jay’s point, as you were one of the witnesses of Kiseok’s constant fling.

“And the way Kiseok looks at her. That really bothers me.”

“What about the way he looks at Sikyung?”

“Are you fucking blind Jay?” You whispered, clearly in disbelieve, “Kiseok doesn’t love her. Those eyes were the same ones he gave to you, Sunghwa, Hyukwoo, and the others. They weren’t the eyes full of love that Kiseok gave to his Lady Jane, and they clearly aren’t the eyes that he—“

“Gave to you,” Jay finished your sentence, a look of concern mixed with pity flashing inside his eyes, “I know as well (Name), there was a moment that he liked you, but I believe you already moved on at that time. Kiseok looked different at that time, much like when he’s with Lady Jane. And to be honest, you’re not the only one who sensed it, as he gave off the vibe as if she’s just a normal person to her.”       You gulped, suddenly feeling your heartbeat race. But no, it wasn’t because of when you’re in love or nervous. The pickup of your heart rate was because of a bad feeling that dawned inside of you so suddenly.

“Jay, I have a really bad feeling about this.”

  “No, it’s over! I’m through with your sad excuses of coming home late for work to end up reeking of alcohol and having lipstick smeared on your neck, I’m tired of the lies you told me over and over, and I’m done with your exhausting attitude and your stupid delusion that you actually love me!” Sikyung was a mess as she screamed her heart out, hair thrown all over the place after countless of tugging, her mascara running down her cheeks along with the endless tears, and she looked broken. Kiseok was fuming in anger, because out of all the things Sikyung could have said, the last part burned the most.

“You doubted that I love you? You thought six months of spending time with you, of all the gifts I got you, of all the dinners and dates I took you, it was all a game for me?” Kiseok roared back, his chest heaving up and down as he took sharp intakes of breath, “Maybe you’re too blind to see my love!” Sikyung took long strides and her high heels made clacking sound that echoed through Kiseok’s house. Without Kiseok realizing it, Sikyung had raised her hand and gave a sharp slap to his cheeks, making him take a few steps aback in shock. He stared at her in fear and confusion, because Kiseok knew damn well he’s gone too far when a woman slaps him.

“Or maybe you’re too afraid to accept the truth that you love (Name), and you’re lashing out at my words because you don’t want to hurt your precious ego,” Sikyung whispered, her words as calm as the sea before it was hit by the storm, “I knew you loved that girl ever since I’ve met her, and I thought maybe I could win you over. I never hated (Name), she was such a sweetheart, no wonder you fell for her. But at least you could have told me the truth, and that you didn’t need to fake your feelings for me. At least if you did that, we won’t have to part ways like this.” With a sigh, Sikyung turned her back and walked out of the door, and moments later Kiseok could hear her car drive off.

Kiseok lets out the breath he had been keeping, and walked towards the sofa, sinking in as exhaustion surged inside. Sikyung was damn right, he had been telling himself lies that he had moved on from you, when it appeared that the longing for your love grew bigger. And he had ruined everything: he hurts a girl’s heart who loved him while leaving their relationship in unfixable ruins, and he will be known as a real jerk by you. Everything was going downhill for the brown haired man, and for a moment he thought that it couldn’t get any worse now. But boy was Kiseok wrong.

  The hospital was dead empty, as the digital clock in the main hallway showed that it was half past one in the morning. Panting breaths filled the halls, along with rushed footsteps, but the rapid beating of your heartbeat seemed to echo only inside your mind. It was a sudden call from Kiseok, he was speaking very fast about Sikyung getting into a car accident, and that she’s in a critical condition right now. And as you were with Jay focusing for your album, you quickly called it the day and dragged your boss to the destined hospital. And if you were being honest, you were scared. Something in your gut screamed that Kiseok did something wrong again, and this time it was quiet fatal.

“Tell me where Kim Sikyung is!” Jay demanded when the doors of the ICU unit slid open. The nurses who were frightened quickly pointed to the two curtains from the back, and you both ran to Sikyung’s aid. The curtains weren’t fully shielding the bed, and you could see people inside. When Jay hesitantly peeked in, you saw a glimpse of Kiseok holding a badly bruised hand, two aged persons who seemed to be Sikyung’s parents, and the heart rate monitor. As your eyes glued to the device, it showed a straight line and the tiny heart symbol at the top right showing no count of heart rate.

“Oh my god—“ You choked, feeling an invisible lump grow rapidly at your throat as tears started to flood your vision, “No, no, she can’t be?” But the nod from the older woman confirmed everything, and that was all it took for the tears to fall down like waterfall. Suddenly there were arms circling around you, and you knew well that it was Sikyung’s mother hugging you close. Although you were never that close to Sikyung to call her your best friend, she was still a friend to you, an angel that dated such a devil.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Mr. and Mrs. Kim,” Jay started, his voice hoarse from holding back the sobs, “Sikyung has been a really great friend ever since Kiseok introduced her to us. And may God bless her soul and put her in heaven, because she has a really beautiful soul and it was a pleasure knowing her, although for such a short time.” As you part from Mrs. Kim, her husband walked to Jay and gave him a pat in the back, thanking the man in a whisper.

“We’ve heard all about you and your team, Mr. Park,” Mrs. Kim started, offering a small smile albeit tears were trailing down to her wrinkled cheeks, “And I’m grateful that she’s get to know such an amazing and kind people. Please know that she thought of all of you as a family, and that she had so much fun knowing all of you. I can’t thank you enough for letting my little girl have the best time of her life before her time ends.”

You stared at Sikyung’s body, that were full of purple and red bruises, as her head was bandaged tightly and the small hose to her nose that brought her oxygen was no longer functioning. She lays dead now, and as your eyes moved towards Kiseok, who was still holding Sikyung’s cold hand, you felt disgust. Disgust was apparent in your eyes as you stepped closer to Kiseok, ready to pull him outside and knock things into the man.

“Can I borrow Kiseok for a moment?” You asked the others, and not waiting for their answer you grabbed Kiseok roughly by his shoulders and pulled him up, pushing him out of the ICU into a deserted hallway. Now it was only you and him, your boiling anger against his empty void of guilt.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” Kiseok flinched at the high tone of your voice, and that only seemed to prove the theory of what happened to Sikyung, “You were the one that murdered her?” Then Kiseok frowned, regret filling the window of his soul, and the look kept you asking. That was the drive you needed to scoop the truth out of him if he’s not willing to spill.

“You fought with her before she drove away, something about how you never really loved her, and she’s tired of how you treat her. And you let her walk away, relieved that it’s over, but that’s the first part where you’re wrong because you let someone so full of rage and anguish sit behind the wheels!” The sharp nail of your pointing finger jabbed relentlessly against Kiseok’s chest, and his eyes pleaded you to stop, but his mouth couldn’t seem to let out any voice.

“How did you know?” Kiseok finally spoke, his voice wavering with fear. He felt like such a coward, having someone scream his fault at him and not being able to do anything but accept the truth. But what is there to do, when you can do nothing to bring back someone who’s dead?

“Someone with a connected heart and mind could guess something as stupid as that,” You scoffed, making Kiseok flinch again at the mockery, “And your second false thing you did was leading her on, to think that you loved her, when she was actually another fling you only thought for a second to start a relationship with. I know that damn well because you want to run away from something, or someone.”

“Look, just stop. I know what I did wrong, so can we please just drop—“

“No!” You screamed, your anger finally getting the better of you, “That’s your third foolish mistake, not noticing that she was ever sad or dissatisfied! If she was truly happy, she would have been alive tonight, and guess who’s at fault because someone’s just playing with her feelings?” At this point you were pushing Kiseok hard, feeling so pissed, disappointed, disgusted, and furious at the man you once loved.

“Stop it! This is my life, and I’m already having a hard time dealing with it!” Kiseok howled, his eyes were bloodshot and so full of remorse, an emotion you notice the most from the detesting man.

“I’m not going to stop until I get it through your thick skull about the truth!” The hallway was filled with screams and yells from the both of you, but you could care less about that, because Kiseok deserved an earful from you, “That must’ve been one of those things she said, right? That you couldn’t accept the truth and turn down your fucking ego? That’s the fourth time you were wrong, and I’m sure there’s more, but this time you couldn’t welcome the truth with open arms! You knew you never loved her, yet you stayed because you needed to prove everyone that you have someone. You thought you had move on but you clearly haven’t, and made the mistake of the century by dating a girl you barely love.” Kiseok wasn’t even fighting back, his head bowed down, and tears was now streaming back from his eyes as he was reminded of the biggest fight he had with Sikyung.

And then there was a loud slap ringing through the hallways, and Kiseok’s head was tilted sideways, his left cheek stinging as the burn from your harsh slap crept up. You were now taking a step back, giving a safe distance from the man. You heaved a deep breath, preparing for your last speech to the man you now grew to hate.

“That wasn’t enough, because you took an innocent girl’s life that did nothing wrong to you. The fifth fault, you knew you were too late, and you let it get known by people. Your eyes couldn’t hide it, the way you looked at Mary Jane back then with so much love, the way you sent pained looks to me because you fell in love when I’ve moved on, and the blank look so empty of emotion you gave Sikyung, who didn’t even deserve your time. Nothing will change the fact that she’s dead in your hands, unless you can magically turn back the time and make things up with her. But for once, put your ego down and think straight, Jung Kiseok, because some things will never change.”

#simon d #jung kiseok #aomg #simon d scenarios #simon d imagines #aomg scenarios #aomg imagines #khh #khiphop #khh scnearios #khiphop scenarios #khh imagines #khiphop imagines #simond imagines #simond scenarios #jung kiseok imagines

[mayhembunnywrites]

Entangled Hearts: Hearts Full of Love

Series: Entangled Hearts

Pairing: The Quiett x Reader x Simon Dominic

Summary: It’s nice, just for even a day, to shove all of your problems aside and spend time with those who matter most to you.

You notice the calming murmur of low voices on either side of you as you wake up, both of them familiar to you in the best way possible. You can hear them stop talking as you wiggle a bit, restless in the state between sleep and wakefulness. You let out an exhausted sigh, both of your boyfriends stroking your bare skin in comfort as their attention turns to you for a moment. 

You pry your eyes open with quite a bit of effort as you force yourself to wake up with a murmur. Your eyes first settle on Donggab’s face, his expression gentle and one of love that you only get to see in moments with both of your lovers present. You blink blearily at him before rolling onto your back with a sleepy squeak as you stretch your back.

“Good morning,” the deep voice of your other lover comes from your other side, causing you to turn your head towards him and blink at him sleepily. 

“Mornin’,” you mumble, closing your eyes and sighing when you recognize that you won’t be able to sleep anymore. “Ugh, what were we meant to do today?” You sit up in the shared king-sized bed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes before flopping back onto the sheets. After three years with your two lovers, you were comfortable enough to be naked around them without even noticing. 

Your trust in them was complete and total, you would trust them with your life at any time. They’d also trust you with their lives, you knew. After three years of unexpected visits to the E.R., late nights at their respective studios, and constant international travel, your triad had grown quite strong together. You had all finally decided to move in together after your relationship had been revealed through a very carefully planned Instagram post. 

The post had contained three hearts as the caption and a picture of the three of you resting in an embrace together. It was a simple statement, but it had proved a point. The three of you were together for as long as you wanted to be, and nothing would tear you apart. 

The only issue after going public with Kiseok and Donggab was the amount of hatred and death threats you had received almost immediately afterwards, your boyfriends becoming extremely protective over you to the point of attempting to hire bodyguards before you had put a stop to it. 

“No,” you had said firmly despite your boyfriends both pouting at you, “I do not need a bodyguard, it’s not like I ever leave the house anyways,” and that had been the end of that. The three of you had easily adjusted to life in the public eye as a couple, although you were not the first triad in the limelight by far. No, that honor had gone to Zico and Crush, their third being a year younger than them. Just like you, she wasn’t a celebrity until the news had broken. 

Now you three were following in their fateful footsteps, enjoying life together to the fullest that you possibly could. You had finally been able to go to the botanical gardens, to go to the shelter and adopt the cutest shiba inu mix, to simply enjoy life outside of the walls you had been previously confined between. 

You were broken out of your thoughts by a hand toying at your nipple, making you huff as you try to ignore it for a moment before batting it away, hearing Kiseok’s distinctive laughter at your easily predictable reaction. You start to doze off in your comfortable position between both of your lovers, just about to fall into darkness when suddenly you feel a hand slide up your inner thigh and you force yourself to wakefulness. 

“Ugh,” you mumble in your half-asleep state, “Leave me alone.” You listen as the hand stills and laughter erupts from each side of you before you feel Kiseok stand up, leaving Donggab free to hold you in your sleep. It’s only a minute later that your shiba inu comes bounding up onto the bed, causing you to groan as you snuggle into Donggab as much as possible in your attempt to escape from the inevitable. 

You finally pull back when you feel Hotteok start to lick the side of your face as much as she possibly can, the cute bundle of fluff pushing you and Donggab apart with glee. 

“Good morning to you, too,” you say with amusement as you sit up and ruffle her fur, holding the sheets to your chest all the while. You finally look away from your darling daughter’s brown eyes to notice Kiseok and Donggab both up and half dressed, watching you fondly. “What?” you say, looking down to make sure you’re all covered up. You look up only to have your lips captured by Donggab and you laugh into the kiss. 

“Good morning,” you whisper against his lips, pulling back from your kiss only to have Kiseok turn your head towards him gently, quickly capturing your lips in a brief kiss before pulling away, “Mmm, good morning to both of you,” you say happily as you watch Donggab and Kiseok share a brief kiss.

Hotteok curls up against you and you get up reluctantly, dropping the sheets from your body before happily walking over to your dresser in order to pick out a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt from one of your boyfriends. You settle on a plain black t-shirt and your favorite pair of soft shorts, moving to where Kiseok and Donggab had relocated. 

You smoothly brush past them into the kitchen, getting out some eggs and rice for a simple meal. You put the eggs on the stove, scrambling them and then swiftly moving on to cooking the rice before moving to pop some bread in the toaster. You note that one of your boyfriends, most likely Kiseok, had filled and turned on the electric kettle when you weren’t paying attention.

He smiles at you while you make your tea, causing you to smile shyly back at him. “What time did you two wake up at?” you ask him, curious at how long you’d slept in past them. They had clearly been up for a while while you had chosen to doze off in their arms. 

“We woke up at noon,” Donggab begins, a smirk making its way onto his face, “Unlike your sleepy ass that decided to wake up an entire hour later.” He watches as you huff before smiling at him brightly, ignoring his teasing for the time being as you turn back to finish cooking in silence. 

You finish plating the food and placing it on your nice but small table, clearly meant for three people. It was a fairly plain design, rustic wood to match some of the other pieces in your shared home. You pull away from the table, settling your hands on your hips with a smile as you survey the layout of the food. 

You just manage to finish confirming that everything is where it should be when you feel a hand brush over your ass, causing you to jump and spin around, causing Kiseok to laugh at your reaction as you scowl at him. He hunches over as he laughs, crumbling forward as much as he can while holding onto a nearby dining chair. You try to maintain a stern expression as you watch him, but it quickly turns into a small, reluctant smile as you watch one of the men you love most in the world absolutely lose it over such a simple thing.

You move to Donggab’s side and slip an arm around his waist as he slips one around your shoulders, slowly moving towards the table as your other boyfriend finally begins to compose himself. By the time that Kiseok is done with his little laughing fit, both Donggab and yourself have slid into your respective seats, waiting for him to sit down. He slides into the third chair happily and you all begin to eat.

Before you know it, you’ve all finished and cleaned up. The three of you have settled on the large couch, Hotteok at the bottom while you stretch to lay across both of your boyfriends. You turn on the TV with the remote, putting on some mindless Netflix show as you all relax together. Kiseok plays with your hair idly as you rest your head on his lap, comfortable enough to close your eyes and almost fall asleep. 

You’re close to falling asleep, your body stilling under the blanket that Donggab had placed over you, when the voices of your boyfriends begin to reach your ears. The soothing sound of their familiar voices, these men that you just love so much, finally is the thing that sends you off to sleep. 

No matter what happens, you’d always trust them to protect you. 

Author’s note: Hello friends, it’s nice to meet you again. I’ll be posting a new part to this series every Monday until I run out of inspiration. The next part will most likely be about Crush, Zico, and their third. I’ll probably alternate between couples as it goes on! I hope you’re looking forward to this as much as I am.

#the quiett fanfiction #the quiett fluff #the quiett #shin donggab fluff #shin donggab fanfiction #shin donggab #simon dominic fanfiction #simon dominic fluff #simon dominic #jung kiseok fanfiction #jung kiseok fluff #jung kiseok #khh fluff #khh fanfiction #khh #mayhembunnywrites #fluff #simon dominic imagines #simon dominic scenarios #the quiett imagines #the quiett scenarios #khh scenarios #khh imagines

[kim-bobbae]

Requests are open!

Because I’m kinda uninspired for the remainder of the requests that are sitting in my inbox whoops. Most of the requests are for the 100 ways to say ily series, so I recommend requesting something more specific, like including a prompt/scenario so I can incorporate it with those requests :-) 

Also, I’m currently only writing for jay and simon d just cos I haven’t been following ikon/mino’s music since forever. Am not sure if anyone’s still reading/interested in my work, but I’ll leave it open for 2-3 days! No promises I’ll get down to writing everything since quarantine is ending soon and I’ll be busy with work again, but I’ll try ♡

#Jay Park #jay park scenarios #jay park drabbles #simon d #simon d scenarios #simon dominic #simon dominic scenarios #kiseok #kiseok scenarios #jung kiseok #jung kiseok scenarios #AOMG #aomg scenarios #aomg reactions #khh #khh scenarios #khh imagines #khh smut #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop smut

[crazyrichrocco]

Alright my useful editor bitches👉🏽 I need an hour long complication of yoongi saying “shit” in 28. Because girllll my replay button breaking😂

#bts army #bts #min yoongi #kard #jung kiseok #hwasa #christian yu #dpr #ateez #simon dominic #monsta x #everglow #lay zhang #agustd #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #park jimjn #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts yoongi #suga #kpop #bangtangsonyeondan #got7 #mamamoo #exo #korean

[nianawrites]

Found (Simon Dominic)

DRABBLE

**

He was tired of the image the public paints of him that most times it felt like a chore to keep up with. It was no easy task to act nonchalant and indifferent and to always have a snarky remark but he kept on sinking - drowning.

Smirking has become his usual that genuinely smiling hurts him. The loneliness kept gnawing on him- slowly feasting on his soul. It felt like he was living on a studio with the public as the directors and the media as the editors. Even his workplace becomes suffocating at times laced with pressure and envy.

People kept telling him he was living the dream. Voices in his head yell at him at dawn as he lie wide awake, staring at nothing. They kept telling him he should be thankful for the things he has, for the luxury he could afford, and the wretched consequences it entails.

Maybe he's really living the dream - after all, nightmares are dreams too.

But as he struggled with his demons, there came you. Like a moth to a flame, he craved you. At long last, he found someone who sees him for who he is. You accepted all his flaws despite outweighing the goods and never dictated him of who he should be.

No, you didn't let him spread his wings because he didn't have them, nobody does. What you did was help him get back the pieces of him that people cruelly stole. You stood aside, protecting him as he slowly straightened out his body that's been bent for so long. You did not save him. You encouraged him to save his self.

The world is still as cruel as it was yesterday but now, he's found his solace.

As he found you, he also found himself.

#jung kiseok #simon dominic #khh imagine #khh drabble #simon domimic imagine #simon dominic drabble #aomg #idk what im doing

[jinhwankenobi]

Simon D: A-Z NSFW

anonymous said: Pls pls pls can you do the a-z nsfw for Simon D?! 😍

(a/n): Yasss, a Simon one. Hope you enjoy!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Homeboy would have limited moves left. Sometimes he brings you water or cleans you up. But never two things at the same time. Would immediately fall asleep while cuddling.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His tongue for sure. I mean he’s a talented rapper, so y’all know what that mouth do.

He likes his partners eyes. Loves to make eye contact.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Is pretty clean about it. In you or in your mouth probably.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Role playing!! Especially loves the “Nanny and Single Dad” situation. And doms everytime during the role play.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Really experienced. Might had 7-10 sex partners.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Modified doggy, because he can go all rough but still sensual with his partner. But also lotus, because of the eye contact.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Not goofy at all. The goofiness is saved for aftercare.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He trims it well. But adjusts to whatever his partner likes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s passionate and tries his best to make it perfect for the both of you. But sometimes there’s no time for it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t jack off often. Maybe once/twice a week. When he’s absolutely stressed, he can last longer without it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Besides role playing, he enjoys spanking (giving), dirty talking and has a daddy kink.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Besides his comfortable bed, he likes studio sex. Loves to sit on his chair for it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He goes crazy when his partner dirty talks to him. Call him “daddy” and he’s done.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No threesomes! He doesn’t like to share. So never ask him or he’ll get pissy.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves giving as much as he loves receiving. He can go down on his partner anytime, but there’s something about his partner kneeling down in front of him, with widened eyes.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s mostly rough, but not that fast. And there are some sensual moments.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

You gotta do what you gotta do. But quickies are just an appetizer for him. The whole meal will be taken care of later.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves to experiment with his partner. He would probably have a day marked in the calendar for your “experiment day”. A monthly occasion.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go for 1 - 2 rounds, so pretty average.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Probably has a vibrator that he uses on his partner. And some cuffs. And a riding crop.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Likes to tease in public. Knowing that his dirty talk is only available for you. But during the do, not really.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

DEEP GRUNTS. Like have you heard his voice?

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He convinced you to put a vibrator on you, that you had to wear in public. So, once you were out, you thought you could make it. But all of sudden he turned the vibration on. You had to act like everything was fine, but you almost came in public.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

pretty thick and average in length - ca. 6 inches.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not that high. Maybe once/twice a week.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Quick! He used all of his energy and now all he wants to do, is fall asleep.

#simon d #simon dominic #jung kiseok #khh #khiphop #simon d imagine #simon d scenario #simon d smut #simon d fanfic #aomg #khh imagine #khh smut

[khh-and-kactors-reactions]

Monster Woo and Simon Dominic reaction to finding out their younger girlfriend is pregnant:

Young Woo would be baffled at first. But then, you kinda overwhelmed him with the news as you two did not exactly planned to get pregnant any time soon. You were a couple years younger than him and, so he thought, not ready to be a mom just yet busy with your job and social life. So, he decided to wait a bit longer before bringing up the subject. Until you -obviously- beat him to it. As Young Woo loves hanging around with the kids of his friends, he will be very happy with the news: “We did it. We really did it, jagi.”

Gender reveal: a baby boy.

Kiseok would be overjoyed. Even though you were a couple years younger than him, you two had been dating for many years now and thinking of the next step. Getting married or starting a family, there was not much of a difference for him as he is getting older. Now the baby would come first and marriage later. Once the initial excitement wears off, he will become serious and slightly worried if he will do a good job at being a parent and father. Over the months, he will buy a lot of books on pregnancy and parenting.

Gender reveal: a baby girl

#requested #simon dominic #simon dominic reactions #monster woo #monster woo reactions #jung kiseok #kim young woo #aomg #aomg reactions #simon d #simon d reactions #khh #khh reactions #khiphop #reaction #gifs are not mine #imagine #pics are not mine

[khhunniewriting]

You Were Mine

Kiseok licked his lips out of habit. He couldn’t believe how he was just thinking of you a second ago and now there you were, a few feet away from him. Your appearance brought a lightness in his step that he hardly noticed he had followed you into a store he had no business going in.

It had been years since he called you his.

He kept a distance, not say a thing just content with having you within his reach. Watching the unassuming look on your face as you carried on your tasks brought a hint of nostalgia. The way you constantly tucked and untucked your bangs from behind your ear still made him chuckle. 

It wasn’t until you smiled that he felt the need to get your attention. “Y/N,” he called out your name wary you might not acknowledge him.

The bottle of perfume you had been reaching for was quickly forgotten when you heard a familiar voice. A voice you could never forget. “Kiseok,” you happily exclaimed before your eyes had even landed on him.

Oh, how his heart raced to hear his name leave your lips. 

Unable to resist, you raised your arms to hug him. 

Kiseok happily returned the hug and held you for an abnormally long time. this wasn’t just a friendly hug, this was a hug that showed how much two people could miss each other... an embrace between long lost lovers. “I haven’t seen you in a long time,” he spoke into your hair.”

“I would say the same but you’re famous so I see you on tv all the time.” You laughed knowing it wasn’t the same as this. “But it has been a while since I see you for myself.”

Reluctantly you both let go when you remembered you were in a public place. The last thing you wanted was for someone to spot you two. It would be quite the article. Simon D reunites with the ex who broke his heart or something like that.

He awkwardly held the back of his neck realizing he hadn’t thought of what he would do after he got your attention. The two of you dated for three years, he knew everything about you. There had to be something he could say that would let him stay with you longer. 

Thankfully you came to the rescue with an excellent idea.

“Do you want to get coffee?”

It was early in the day, the mall was always rather empty until the afternoon. You figured it would be fine and he did too.

The two of you settled into a table farthest from the windows and counter to lessen the chances of being seen.

“So,” you began with a sigh. “What have you been up to? I mean- I know professionally what you’ve been up to. I saw you on Show Me The Money and everything but outside of work.”

He blushed and gained confidence when you admitted to keeping up with his career. “I don’t do much outside of work these days.”

You nodded remembering how much fun it was to be in a room full of AOMG artists. All those personalities in one room made it feel much less like work and more like a fun outing with friends, which is exactly what they were. A group of friends who enjoy making music.

“I took a break to be with my family.”

His family, you remembered his parents. They were both such nice loving people. You had been treated like a daughter since day one and missed their encouraging words of wisdom. “How are your parents?”

“Good,” he forced himself to smile knowing he couldn’t really tell you how they missed you. It would only make things awkward.

His mother missed having you around to impress with her cooking. His father still referred to you as his daughter when he would hear your voice on the radio. Perhaps he could mention that? “My dad still listens to your radio show.”

“It’s not my show,” you laughed. He knew that you only came on every other day for a special segment but you also knew that his father didn’t care. If you were on it he would call it your show.

“He always makes his friends listen to his daughter’s show.”

Your smile dropped and faded as your chest tightened. “I’m honored that he still thinks of me fondly but-”

“Sorry I shouldn’t have-”

“No, it’s fine. I could never ask him to stop but I’m sorry if it bothers you.”

“Why would it bother me?”

“Well...” you shrugged. “It can’t be easy for your new girlfriend to hear.”

“She never met them.”

“Oh, I see.” You looked away biting down on your bottom lip. The tension was palpable between you two. The conversation had regrettably turned sour as you thought of your final argument with Kiseok. It had been two year since then but you could still feel the cracks in your heart.

Two years ago he had accused you of cheating with the real host of the radio show you appeared on. He had no basis for it, he was simply a victim of jealousy. 

The show was an early morning radio show. You would get up and leave in the middle of the night to drive to the broadcast station. There were tons of preparations that needed to be made before going on air. 

Kiseok also worked strange hours. Sometimes he wouldn’t get home until three in the morning. By then you were already gone and his mind took him to a dark place. He wondered if you were even there, to begin with. His mind wandered to the idea that you perhaps left early to be with that other man. Work would be a great cover-up.

But you were innocent.

There was no one else but Kiseok. 

You loved him with all your heart until he went off on you. He yelled profanities over and over asking you to confess. He yelled so loud you feared the neighbors would soon complain but suddenly it stopped when he decided to make a confession of his own.

Kiseok confessed he had cheated on you twice with the same woman throughout your three-year relationship. Once was when you had first started dating, he didn’t know back then if he was in love or if the relationship with you would become serious. When it did he didn’t see her anymore.

The second time was the day before the argument. He had been able to cover up his mistakes so he wondered if you did the same.

He was a hypocrite.

A hypocrite, who sadly, you still loved. 

“I thought you two were going to get married.” After your third year anniversary, he had started talking about marriage. He wanted to get married before he was too old to run around with his own children. 

Kiseok sensed you had thought back to the stain in your relationship. He was ashamed of what he did. There would never be an apology good enough to make you realize how sorry he was for hurting you. 

The stream of tears that ran down your cheeks was incredibly vivid in his mind. He hurt you beyond repair. There was no way for him to salvage the only relationship he ever envisioned lasting the rest of his life.

“I never even considered marrying her.”

You fiddled with your fingers underneath the table gathering strength to continue. “I always waited to hear an announcement.”

“I can never get married.”

“Why not?”

“I lost my chance,” he sighed before drinking from his mug to hide the fact that he was getting emotional.

It hurt to see him this way.

Even if he hurt you, you would never wish to hurt him.

“Don’t give up Kiseok.” Your hands went to his as you tried to assure him that there were still plenty of women out there. “You’re Simon D, there’s a line of women waiting for you to look their way. Each one better than the next.”

“No one is better than you.”

“Kiseok-” you let go of his hands. 

“I love you Y/N, I always have and always will.” He reached out this time and held your hands in his. “I regret it all because I know if I never said anything we would be happy together. We would have gotten married and maybe even have a family by now.”

“Ki-s-” you couldn’t take it anymore. Tears welled up your eyes until they were running down the corners.

That was something you thought about too. 

Had that argument never come up you would still be with Kiseok. there was no doubt in your mind. You would have married him and birthed his children, however many he desired. 

But it did happen.

Your reality was now another.

Kiseok wiped your tears although he had some of his own. “I didn’t want to make you cry again.”

“It’s okay.” It really was. “I needed to let it all out eventually.” For months now you had a knot in your throat that needed to come undone. Looking down at your left hand you could see the simple unassuming gold ring with inexpensive opal gems. “Ever since I got engaged I felt I needed to calm the aching of my heart.”

Kiseok’s eyes widened as you pointed out the ring. 

You always wore multiple rings on your fingers. This one looked no different than the rest of them. The ring he would have bought for you would have been much louder. 

His heart sank as the hope he had built up in the past hour was taken from him.

After drying your tears you finally took a sip of your untouched coffee. “I still love you Kiseok but it’s not the same love as before. You were my longest, deepest relationship- and probably will always be.” 

Kiseok nodded, “But you’re marrying someone else?”

You nodded, the guy wasn’t rich or famous. He was a sweet simple guy who loved you. A ring could never reflect that. “He can never replace or fill the void you left behind. I mean you’re Jun Kiseok aka Simon D!” You giggled knowing he loved when you made a big deal of who he was. “But, every day he makes me feel loved.”

“If you don’t love him more than me then why?” Kiseok didn’t know what came over him but he was overwhelmed with a desire to win you back.

It was hard to make him realize it but it was the new reality for both of you. You two no longer belonged together. 

“I’m pregnant Kiseok.”

-end-

A/N: Raise your hand if you’re crying  (T^T)/

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