#kpop black reader

[moonlightdreamzz]

As Mark lies next to you, you can't help but smile adoringly. He's exhausted, yet he's battling the slumber that's attempting to take hold of him, just so he can affectionately gaze into your eyes. Every few minutes, his eyelids close and his head begins to sink into your couch, but he quickly catches himself, startling awake.

His hands are at a respectful place, your left hip, and yours have been caressing his cheek, scalp, and neck since the minute he laid down. This moment, although it won’t last long considering he has to leave in the morning, is so fulfilling.

“Go to sleep.” Your try your best to make your smile warm and inviting. You continue rubbing gentle circles onto him, but on his earlobe now, hoping it will be even more confirmation for him that you’re not upset at his exhaustion. His hand lifts from your hips for a mere second in protest, and you smile deviously as you know his resentment is coming from a place of deep comfort. The longer you rub, the more tired he gets, and he doesn’t want to be tired.

“I’m good. Let me just enjoy this, please. I haven’t seen you in way too long.” He wines, scooting closer to you. Your nose is on his now, and you can’t help but giggle as he begins to wiggle his eyebrows at you, as if that’s going to make you stop your antics.

“Utterly in love” is the term to describe the warm and fuzzy feeling you get whenever he’s around. He’s as perfect as a human being can be, and you’re not sure if he’s in love with you too yet, but you really hope he is. He has to feel something deeper than like with you at this point, considering instead of going back to his dorm and collapsing due to his intense schedules, he called you, begging to lay up with you because “I just wanna feel you in my arms tonight.”

You force him down on the sofa and climb on top of him, pressing his soft cheeks into your palms. In a delicate and encouraging kiss, your lips meet his, and he melts into yours. His breathing is slow and easy as his strong arms wrap around your waist, drawing you in as close as he can.

“Rest.” You giggle once you pull away. Your fingertips try to close his eyelids, and for a brief second, you believe you've won, but his doe eyes open at you again. He swallows hard, as if he had a secret to reveal but doesn't want to be judged for it.

“Say it.” You whisper encouragingly, although you have no idea what he could have on his mind. You know it will be sweet and romantic—definitely along the lines of him telling you how much appreciates you for always being so understanding, but he always says things like that to you. So what can it be?

“I think—I really think I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

Your heart stops for a split second before restarting. You're sweating profusely and itching all over, but you can't scratch because you don't want Mark to see how he's eroding your frigid aura day by day.

"I know I'm head over heels in love with you." You exclaim, exhaling a breath you weren't even aware you were holding.

“Really?”

“Really.”

Nothing else needs to be said after this. Mark smiles at you in a way that you’d never seen him look at anything before, not even himself in a mirror. His hands are on your cheeks now, pulling you in for a kiss that shows you that there is no question about it—he’s in love with you too.

#mark fluff #nct 127 #NCT mark #mark nct #kpop black reader #nct imagines #kpop x black reader #mark imagines #mark lee #mark scenarios #mark drabbles #nct imagine

[starz4jen]

cologne song

paring: bf ! beomgyu ! and gn! reader (no pronouns used !)

plot ! your boyfriend beomgyu switched his cologne scent and he smells a little TEW good

a/n: that song by miss monaleo is SAURRRRR good, PLEASE listen to that song and cosmic love while reading !

cw: established relationship, yn being a crybaby, mentions of tiktok, slightttt mention of moa’s (only twice i think), pet names (baby and honey)

a/n pt 2: this refers to something beomgyu says !

genre: romance & fluff

wc: 0.1k

✩ ✮

it was midnight and you were up waiting for your boyfriend beomgyu to come home. beomgyu had been away on tour and he was finally coming home.

you were on the couch trying to pass time by scrolling through videos on tiktok but all that popped up was concert clips and edits of beomgyu, which you normally didn’t mind seeing but this time it just hurted a bit because you missed your boyfriend so much that even edits of him had you practically tearing up.

you softly laughed at yourself for crying over the edits of your own boyfriend but you couldn’t help it. you still kept watching them though you knew that shouldn’t if you wanted to stop crying. you continued scrolling through and you ended up finding edits of you and beomgyu which made you full on sob harder.

your relationship had been confirmed a while back. there were some moas who didn’t like it but most of them were very respectful and congratulated you both.

you finally put your phone down and cried out until you just couldn’t anymore. you heard the door unlock and open. that’s when you saw saw your boyfriend walk through the door with his suitcases. he was wearing the beanie that you and him had bought months before he went on tour.

“honey i’m home !” beomgyu joked walking to the couch. he immediately hugged you when he saw your sad face and tear stained shirt.

“what’s the matter baby ?” he said softly, his voice was full of concern as he kissed your head and held you closely to him. “i just missed you so much gyu.” you sniffled as you cried into his chest. glad that his finally home, that you’re finally back in each other’s arms.

“i missed you too, i’m home now.” beomgyu said while swayed you both back and forth slightly and kept giving you kisses all over your face and finally he kissed your lips.

when beomgyu kissed you it felt like the world stopped, like there was no one else but you and beomgyu. the kiss was gentle and passionate. you laid your head on beomgyu’s chest and just smiled softly at his warm embrace.

“you missed me that much that you had to cry ?” he said teasing you after making sure that you were okay. you rolled your eyes at him, knowing that he could see your face. “yeah. and ?” you said.

beomgyu tucked your hair behind your ears and gave you another kiss.

“i-“ kiss “missed” kiss “you” kiss “so much that i practically begged taehyun to cuddle me.” he said laughing. “and i’m guessing that went well.” you said laughing at him.

“it was awful actually ! he tried killing me ! and the others didn’t do anything !” he whined remembering the nights he asked taehyun to cuddle and got greeted with a pillow hitting his head instead of the cuddles he had asked for.

“then take me on tour with you next time.” you said jokingly. “really ?? because that can be arranged ! i could probably bring you onstage-“ he rambled on until you cut him off. “gyu baby i was joking, i don’t think moas, the members or hybe would like that.” you said laughing at him.

"moas love you! and so do the other members! but," he said, planting gentle kisses on your lips, "not quite as much as I do." as he continued to shower you with affectionate pecks, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his love and devotion.

“you making me want to cry again! and i really don't want to cry again!" you whined, burying your face into his chest, taking in his unfamiliar scent. you couldn't quite place the type of cologne he was wearing, but it was intoxicating. the moment he walked into the room, you caught a whiff of it, and now, with every breath you take, it becomes even more addictive. the way it envelopes your senses, filling the air around you, is both mesmerizing and captivating.

‘this isn’t any of his normal ones’ you thought to yourself. you inhaled his scent one last time before asking. “what kind of cologne are you wearing ?” your voice was slightly muffled but beomgyu was still able to make out what you were saying.

yoi couldn't help but inhale deeply, savoring the intoxicating aroma that surrounded him. "it’s versace's crystal bright perfume," he explained eagerly. "do you like it ? i hope it doesn't smell bad to you." his concern for your opinion of his new fragrance was evident. words alone couldn't express the depth of your adoration for it.

“it smells amazing. i can’t stop inhaling it gyu.” you exclaimed with enthusiasm, causing him to burst into a fit of laughter. “well i’m glad you do, i just wanted to try something new.” he said shyly as he started to blush as you continued to compliment his new scent.

you know beomgyu had to put his suitcases up but you didn’t want to let go and neither did he. as he took his suitcases to your bedroom, you eventually let go and walked behind him. you couldn't resist the urge to wrap your arms around his waist, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort. you watched as he unpacked his belongings, carefully placing each item in its designated spot. the room started to feel more alive as his presence filled the space. you couldn't help but smile as you admired his attention to detail. as he put his shoes away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the moment that you had waited for to finally come.

after beomgyu put up everything you both laid down and cuddled, something that you both were also missing. you played with his hair and talked about your day, sharing your hopes, dreams, and fears. As the night turned into moring, you found comfort in each other's arms, creating a soothing ambiance that enveloped both of you. time seemed to stand still as you embraced the warmth of of your boyfriend, the love and connection, savoring every second spent in each other's company. you both eventually fell into a deep slumber, in each other’s arms just how you both wanted to.

#txt fluff #txt x black reader #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu crack #kpop black reader #kpop x gender neutral reader #beomgyu x black reader

[yngtort]

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘦

pairing - h.hyj x blckfem reader

Contents - nsfw(mdni), teasing, dirty talk, praising, sexual tension, kissing, flirting, temp play

Premise - after agreeing to be hyunjins model, y/n ends up with more paint than the canvas

A/n : this has been locked away in the deepest darkest depths of my notes so it’s a lil risqué. There’s no actually smut in this but it hints at it <3 Have funnnn

𖤐

Y/n was really rethinking her life decisions right now.

If she had known that she’d be laying across a white couch, barely clothed in a button up for hours…she wouldn’t have accepted seungmins offer of being a model.

But if she’s completely honest, the thin layer of clothing wasn’t the thing bothering her. Nor was the aching pain in her bones from posing.

It was the burning gaze of the artist in front of her, hwang hyunjin. He sat behind his canvas, pencil in hand as he sketched away. Y/n thought he was a hell of a man, though she’s not special…because everyone on campus thought so as well.

Hyunjin had a princely look to him, long blonde locks and a lean build. People trip over themselves staring at him, no matter the gender. His beauty was undefeated.

Which is why y/n couldn’t help but feel incredibly insecure having him trace every inch her body with his eyes. She’s never felt so vulnerable and embarrassed in her life. Such a gorgeous person using her as a reference for his art. It seemed taboo, like something that should never happen.

She watched from her position as hyunjin pushed back his blonde locks in frustration. Her breath hitched invariably when he looked up from the canvas at her. What was it? Had she done something wrong? Does she look weird? she could feel her body tense at the thought.

Unexpectedly, hyunjin removed himself from behind the canvas. He took a long stride her way and squatted down towards his model. Y/n gulped as he he did so, nervously scooting back in her spot.

“Y-yes?” She stuttered out, eyes darting around and trying to avoid his gaze.

“May I?” hyunjins asked, gesturing to her shirt. She had no idea what he was requesting of her but she still she nodded. She was way too nervous to reject him, especially at this distance.

Y/n watched as the blondes slender fingers started to pop loose the buttons of the silk. He stopped until her collar bones were exposed and the shirt slipped off her shoulders. The action felt so intimate, like something else other than a simple adjustment of clothing was going on.

He then proceeded to pose her. Moving her as gently as possible, like she was a porcelain doll that could break at any-moment.

Y/n’s skin felt like it was on fire. every place his hands touched seemed to burn with the greed for more.

Hyunjin placed his fingers under her chin, slowly tilting it up. Her eyes fluttered at him, brown orbs glossy and he couldn’t help chuckle.

“I’m going to need you relax, sweetheart.” He smiled, “you can do that for me, right?”

Fuck.

Why did his words have to sound like they belong in the bedroom? Y/n’s imagination was running wild, thinking about the scenario where he’d say that to her while…well, yknow.

Not receiving a response, hyun raised an eyebrow at her. The girl was clearly wrapped in her own world and he couldn’t help but smile.

“What are you thinking about so intensely?” He asked, running his finger against her lips.

That gesture was enough to bring y/n back to reality.

“Am i making you uncomfortable? If so, I can find someone else-”

“No!” Y/n had practically screamed, grabbing on to his wrist. Hyunjins eyes had widened just a bit, enough for her to notice. She let go and cleared her throat.

“I mean, you don’t have to do that. I’m fine..I’m just um…self conscious ” She spluttered, eyes darting around once again.

Hyunjin hummed, “do you want some reassurance?”

“Huh?” She blinked.

“Whatever you’re self conscious about, don’t worry about it. I asked seungmin to convince you to be my model for a reason.”

Confusion painted across her face, “you asked for me?”

The blonde nodded with a smile and took one of her hands into his. “From the day I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful. I had never seen someone as stunning as you. I practically begged seungmin to ask you- I wanted to paint you and share your beauty with the world.”

Y/n was speechless. Never did she ever think she’d be hearing such a praise from hwang hyunjin himself. She almost didn’t believe him, but then she remembered the rumor that hyunjin only drew what he found worthy. He had turned down multiple people who had offered to be his muse….but he looked for her specifically. This was crazy.

“Now, please relax. I’m gonna finish off the sketch and start painting soon.” He told and y/n only nodded, still in shock.

“Good girl.”

-

It wasn’t long until hyunjin had finished the sketch. Before y/n knew it the blonde had started pulling out his paint and mixing it. She was a little less tense than before, but she still froze whenever hyun would look up at her from his canvas.

From the moment I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful.

That phrase kept replaying in her head. She found it funny how many times she’s heard those words, but they were always directed towards hyunjin. She chuckled to herself, grabbing the attention of the artist in question.

“What’s got you giggling over there, hmm?” He questioned, peeking up at her again.

“Oh- no it was nothing..” she quickly shook her head, face heating up.

once again, the artists left the canvas. He had his brush and palettes still in his hand. Y/n watched him curiously.

“Do you mind if i see if this color matches?” He inquired.

She was bewildered, but she still nodded. She was too focused on how quickly the distance began to close as hyunjin came down to eye level.

She watched as the brush was brought to the exposed skin of her thigh. Thats when she started to understand what hyunjin was saying.

the icy cold paint made her whimper. Although she tried to muffle it, it could be heard by the artist.

Hyun looked up at her with concern but her facial expression ignited something in him that made him want do it again. “Ah, not close enough .” He sucked in a breath, even though it was the perfect shade of brown.

Once again hyun started to mix paint together, before going in and with another stroke.

Y/n placed a hand over her mouth, trying not to make any weird noise as the artist continued to paint her thighs. For some reason the temperature of the paint on such a sensitive area was sending electrifying sensations through her body.

It felt so good, but so wrong.

For hyunjin, he was enjoying her reactions a little too much. The way she’d tighten her thighs and desperately try to keep quiet, he found it cute.

“Y/n, is there something wrong?” Hyunjin called out to her. She looked at him with wide eyes, completely embarrassed about the feelings coursing through her. “The paint is cold isn’t it?”

“Y-yea..”

“I’m sorry, beautiful. just a hold on a little more. I’m almost there.”

Again, his words were pillow talk worthy. She could feel her chest burn at them.

The brush hit her again and this time she couldn’t stop the moan from leaving her lips. Her eyes met the gaze of hyunjin and she felt like dissolving right there.

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to-”

“I wanna hear it again.” He said

“What?”

In a blink of an eye, hyunjins paint and brushes was discarded on the floor as he placed himself on top of y/n. She was shocked at the man’s actions.

“Can I kiss you ?”

She stared up at him for a second, seemingly questioning if this was actually happening or if this was a crazy dream, before muttering out a soft yes.

With that hyunjin, crashed his lips against hers. The kiss was tender and passionate, their bodies pressed up against eachother. This was the moment they both have been unconsciously waiting for. All the sexual tension that had built up between them in the past few hours had finally been set free.

They let their desires consume them whole. Stripping each other down until they there was nothing but skin.

-

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop black reader #stray kids imagines #hyunjin x reader #kpop fanfic #ambw imagines

[simply-the-best23]

Why are they’re so many dark fics for the black!reader tag? Like I love a good dark fic/toxicity every now and then but some of these are just straight up abuse!! I wanna read more soft!black!reader stuff, I wanna se my girl getting wined and dined or yknow something where my girl isn’t going through absolute HELL!!??

It’s crazy cause there will also be fics where the reader is in danger and has someone stepping up to protect her but she outright refuses. Idk bout YALL but as a black woman im TIREDD of having to protect myself. I find peace in the bimbo reader tag 😭😭

All that aside I really do appreciate the talented woc!writers that push out detailed,inclusive,and engaging content for other woc!readers. Yall are teenage me’s hero! Going from reading about only white!yn, white characters, and only reading about black girls in stereotypical roles to the community we built ourselves now is an amazing leap. 💗💗

#black!reader #kpop black reader #black writers #woc!reader #fanfic

[wonbinisbabygurl]

ƘԹσԹ mєn í вєlíєvє αrє /fσr wríttєn вч вlαck wσmєn (pt. 1)

(This is just my opinion you can feel free to agree or disagree 🤷🏾‍♀️ srly don't drag me lol)

🅼︎🅸︎🅽︎🅶︎🅸︎

🅺︎🅴︎🅴︎🅷︎🅾︎

🅼︎🅾︎🅺︎🆈︎🅾︎

🆂︎🅰︎🅽︎ (ateez)

🅺︎🅰︎🅸︎

🅳︎🅿︎🆁︎ 🅳︎🅰︎🅱︎🅸︎🅽︎

🅹︎🅰︎🅴︎🅷︎🆈︎🆄︎🅽︎ (aka jamal )

🆃︎🅰︎🅴︎🆈︎🅾︎🅽︎🅶︎

🅹︎🅾︎🅷︎🅽︎🅽︎🆈︎

🆃︎🅰︎🅴︎🅷︎🆈︎🆄︎🅽︎🅶︎

#ambw kpop #kpop black reader #poc kpop #ambw scenarios

[pennedbyeve]

Photo credits: Pinterest & the rightful owners of the pictures.

Apple playlist & Spotify playlist (will be adding more songs periodically, this playlist consists of neosoul, khh, kpop and r&b.)

Note:

This is my first fanfic in awhile - I am a wee bit rusty, my original character in this fic along future fics will be my other original characters will be black women.

Autumn Days • Song Mingi

Mingi

HER BRAIDS WERE pulled up today that was the first thing he noticed when she stepped inside the coffee shop, it was right after the mid-morning rush. 

She would sit in the same seat near the window in the corner, with her laptop or her journal, sometimes even both depending on the day, he was curious to know what she was writing about he could tell as the day passes she would return back to the line her purple pen tucked behind her ear that was filled with various gold jewelry that contrast against her dark brown skin the same hue of the expresso he was brewing.

Day in day out, now that the air was cooler, she was sporting a long beige trench coat, an olive knit sweater and alongside a mini skirt with tights that highlighted her legs and some boots that added some height to her.

San, his coworker and closest friend had been bothering him week in and week out to get her attention the next time he saw her and he was not going to let the opportunity pass him this go round.

He could hear her groan in frustration from the earshot, he knew he wanted to give her a drink as a pick me up.

“We got it from here get her number.” San placed his hand on his shoulder, giving him the green light to talk to her.

“I’m going to make her a drink first.”

He knew that’s one thing that he hoped would make her smile or let her know he cared.

He prepared the warm milk with tea and poured it into a mug, he headed out of the barista station and headed to where she was.

They locked eyes and it was like all his thoughts left his head quicker than he anticipated.

“Mingi.” Her voice was a beautiful melody to his ears, he could tell she was reading his name tag, but he didn’t mind that.

“Yes and you’re Alicia, I remembered you like vanilla chai and it sounds like you’re having a tough time.”

She took the warm drink, her eyes light up.

“I am, thank you. I’m feeling a bit discouraged but this was a pick me up.”

“What’s going on? I might be able to help you.”

“I’m just not sure how to write this love story.” He watched her shoulders bounce as she shrugged.

“Maybe I could help…”

#kpop black reader #song mingi x black reader #ambw kpop

[ddemonseonghwa]

About My Black Reader Inserts

A kind talk from my POV, a black woman.

I’ll keep this as brief and as explained as I can, but let’s have a simple convo about it.

I made an About Me post (I need to make a new one tbh) and mentioned that my insert is pretty much always a black reader, specifically female.

I do that because I personally don’t usually see a lot of fanfics with a black reader insert. I figured, if I don’t see it, I’ll just make it my damn self. So I did. Plus, representation. However, anyone can still read it. You are free to imagine it as yourself. Obviously not imagine that you’re black if you’re not, but imagine you yourself are the reader. It says black female reader, but if you’re not a black female, you can pretend it’s just you in place of it.

But if I mention a struggle that the reader is having pertaining to them being black, do not erase that from the fanfic. Anyone is able to read my content but I do ask that if an issue regarding the black community is mentioned, you don’t erase that from my work. And do not insert yourself in said issue like you know everything about it. The issues we face as a community are different from what you may face so please understand that you’ll most likely never understand it the way we do. I happily make content where the reader is black, and if you’re not black you can just imagine it’s just you, but it’s also because, like I said, I hardly see KPop fanfics where the reader is black, so I made it myself. But please understand that this is for a reason and that my works are for everyone to read.

That’s all I wanted to talk about for now. I’ll update this or further explain this if I feel like it’s necessary. 🖤

#black reader #black reader insert #ateez fanfiction #stray kids fanfiction #kpop black reader #KPop #black reader fan fiction #ddemonseonghwa #ddemonseonghwawrites

[2cupids]

𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏$$𝐘 | 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬

warnings — fem reader, overstimulation, oral (f. receiving), f.ingering, pet names (doll, baby)

no sooner than your vision returns to normal, does your boyfriend’s latch his mouth onto your overly sensitive core again.

you’ve lost count of how count of how many times you’ve cum tonight. hell, you can barely even remember your last name. that’s how foggy your brain is.

you run your fingers through his hair and weakly tug at the strands but just enough to get his attention as you whine. “p-please too much, i-it’s too m-much.”

he moans against your cunt from the sting of his hair being pulled but he remains unfazed by your pleads, continuing to flick his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking it into his mouth as he drives two fingers into your hole. he does, however, let his free hand roam around the sheets until he finds your hand, intertwining your fingers together. your heart flutters at the simple yet intimate gesture.

he remains situated between your legs, one minute he’s lapping at your arousal then the next minute he’s suddenly pulling away and sitting back on his knees to look at you.

“let me honest with you, doll. i’m nowhere near finished with you. you let me have one taste of that sweet pussy and i can’t help myself, you know how i get,” he says before bending down to whisper the next part in your ear. “just let me stay down here a little longer— play with her a little more. then i’ll put this dick inside that pretty little pussy of yours if you’ll let me and fuck you to sleep while i fill you up.”

you clench around nothing except air at the lewdness of his words and all you can do in response is dumbly nod at him, too weak and tired to speak.

he brings your hand up to his lips, your fingers still interlocked and kisses the back of your hand. “thank you for being so good for me baby. we’ll do whatever you want tomorrow, how does that sound?”

you nod again and he returns to his previous position, placing a kiss on the hood of your swollen clit. “you think if i add three fingers i can get you to squirt?”

shownu, kihyun, taeil, johnny, taeyong, yuta, kun, changkyun, doyoung, jaehyun, hongjoong, seonghwa, yunho, san, mark, xiaojun, mingi, hendery, haechan, jaemin

note: now y’all i don’t write for mx but i.m, shownu, and kihyun (jooheon too lowkey) give me the vibe that they would do this

#nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #wayv smut #ateez smut #monsta x smut #haechan smut #mark lee smut #jaemin smut #mingi smut #yunho smut #choi san smut #changkyun smut #johnny smut #jaehyun smut #kpop x black reader #kpop x poc reader #ateez x reader #nct x reader #kpop smut #nct x black reader #kihyun smut #yuta smut #hongjoong smut #ateez x black reader

[jiminscockr1ng]

✩｡°𝄞📹 COVERGIRL 𝄞°✨｡✩

╝ one-shot ╔

╰₊ 𓂂➢ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

╰₊ 𓂂➢ genre: idol x model au, smut

╰₊ 𓂂➢ warn!ngs: unprotected sex, cumming inside, back shots, orgasm denial (kind of), oral !female receiving, slight pain (in beginning), big dick!jungkook, (let me know if there’s more please!)

╰₊ 𓂂➢ summary: you are the cover girl for jungkook’s upcoming clothing line, JJK. said man, just can’t keep his eyes off of you as you model his designs.

╰₊ 𓂂➢ word count: 3.7k

You almost break your fucking neck trying to pose in the six inch pumps you have on—

in front of all of these cameras, in front of all of these people, in front of him. But of course, like the boss ass, talented, flawless model you are, you stay on your ten toes. Falling into another pristine pose matter of fact.

The photographers take their photos of you and the staff on the sides of the room doesn’t shy away from shouting praises at you. You slickly slide your hands into the back pockets of the denim miniskirt that barely covered the curve of your round ass. Back facing the camera, as you turned your upper body to eye it.

A large quantity of “ooh’s” and “aah’s” echoes through the brightly lit room once everyone gets a glimpse of your immaculate figure.

Your eyes couldn’t help but fall on the built individual standing low-key in the corner. He’s been eying you for the past half hour since you stepped out of the dressing room with this outfit. Truth be told, this man has been staring you down since you took his place in front of the cameras. He’s only now mentally undressing you. (not that your current outfit left much to the imagination).

You’re sporting a black tie that hangs over the skimpy white laced bra that’s clutched your chest, hanging on for dear life. On your feet are a pair of plain black pumps and of course— the main piece.

That denim miniskirt you’re wearing. ‘JJK’ initials embroidered on the back pockets, the sides are laced together with black ribbon, and it’s just long enough to walk in— short enough to the point you’d be flashing someone if you bent over the slightest bit.

If he could suck his own dick for making such a masterpiece, he would. But Jungkook would much rather you do it instead, because damn… did you look absolutely heaven sent. ‘Second to none,’ he thought as he watched you from the corner of the room.

Jungkook knew that choosing you as the covergirl for his new line was the perfect idea. He fought for it, fought for you. Having a black woman as the cover model of the Jeon Jungkook’s brand new fashion line wasn’t something the board wanted to approve.

Other than the fact you are black, you’re a fairly new up and coming model, leaving you very little experience. Jungkook discovered your instagram account just a few months before he completed his line. At first glance he knew you were something special. Different from all of the slim, long legged, fair skinned Korean women his team had continuously suggested. There was absolutely nothing wrong with those women— at all.

But Jungkook was looking for something else, something new, fresh, something natural. As an idol, he naturally falls into a clean, pure and innocent category. Despite being a grown ass man. Jungkook desperately is clawing to get out of that box. He wanted to prove it and expose the mature side of him through this fashion line. So no, Jungkook didn’t want a put together woman, or a pretty princess, or even a grunge queen. He wanted a natural sex symbol.

The perfectionist that Jungkook is, he never fails to second guess all of his actions and choices. But you, no— he knew that he needed you.

Needed you to wear his designs, needed you to be his covergirl, needed you all up in his face… amongst other things.

To which you were more than excited to do. Like, be serious! It’s Jeon Jungkook. The man with the mouth watering sleeve of tattoos, toe curling wavy mullet, the gut turning physique.

When his team reached out to you, you were more than ecstatic. You wondered how god had seemingly blessed you with the opportunity to model for the a-list idol.

You’re a huge fan of Jungkook’s music, listening to his panty dropping vocals daily. So the fact that you’re actually modeling for him and the fact that he’s currently staring you down like he wants you to be his last meal has you shaking in your six inch pumps. The unwavering tension between the two of you goes unnoticed by the others in the room.

But the way your smooth brown thighs clenches together definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook… neither does the way Jungkook is holding that clip board over his crotch go unnoticed for you.

Shit. You desperately needed for someone to just—

“That’s a wrap!” You hear someone yell and you let out a sigh of relief. Quickly bowing and spreading “thank you’s” to the staff that approached to compliment you.

You make your way back into your dressing room in the back of the studio. First thing you do is take off the tight tie around your neck, then the pumps off of your feet, exhaling in relief when your feet meet the ground.

There’s still an uncomfortable feeling in between the thick of your thighs. Damn, he really got you all worked up… more than you had realized it seems. You slip the soaked laced thong that matches your white laced bra down your legs and it gets flung into the waste bin. Leaving you naked under the famous miniskirt you still have on.

You distract yourself with the gorgeous sight you see in the mirror, then a light knocking hits your door. Before you could even say “come in,” in walks the finest man you have ever laid eyes on… and the reason why your favorite laced thong is in the trash.

“Hey,” he whispers to which you slightly raise a brow. Because yes, he’s fine as hell but at the same time, who told him he could enter? “Sorry for barging in. I didn’t want anyone to see me near your dressing room.” You nod your head understandingly. That would be a nightmare if anyone saw the two of you interacting and decided to go yapping about it.

Which is why this just so happens to be you and Jungkook’s first interaction. How low of you to get turned on before a proper conversation.

“Then again, I couldn’t leave without speaking to you first.” He smiled softly at you, part of his cute bunny toothed smile beamed in your eyes and the butterflies in your stomach start doing flips.

You return the smile. “Yeah, I guess that would be a bit odd. Ya know, since I’m your covergirl or whatever.” He’s intrigued by your wording. Of course, you are his cover girl, Jungkook knows that. But the way you said it just now sounded so fucking sexy to Jungkook.

“My covergirl?” He sing as he leans his shoulder on the wall. Nodding your head, butt pressed against the vanity behind you— confidently. Because the sexual tension between the two of you couldn’t even be cut by a knife. “Yeah, that’s usually what people call it. I think it’s funny how this is my first time speaking to my employer. Scared of me?” You test. Jungkook’s eyebrows flick up at your ‘sass’.

“Your employer?” You actually let out a little chuckle this time. “Are you gonna keep repeating everything I say?” You sarcastically ask before slickly eying him up and down. The white, short sleeved crew neck he has clinging onto all of his muscles and the exposure of his tatted right arm has tears rolling down your thighs. And the black cargo pants that are swallowing his tiny waste makes you bite your bottom lip. But we must stay focused!

“No, just a little intrigued.” He says, pushing himself off of the wall. “And no. I’m not scared of you. Just figured I’d keep my distance.” He trails off his sentence as you boost yourself up to sit on the white vanity behind you. The miniskirt rides up your thighs even more (if that’s even possible), your thighs press against the vanity top makes them look even more attractive and edible to the man standing in front of you— he almost forgets why he came in here in the first place.

“Why’d you figure that?” You tilt your head to the side innocently. But absolutely nothing is innocent about it. You are purposely teasing him— in attempts to seduce him. See if the good boy, ‘youngest’ is as good as people say he is.

Ask and you shall receive, because Jungkook is once again picturing you without that skimpy laced bra and with your legs wide open. The thought has him hard as a rock underneath his baggy cargo pants.

“Wanted to keep things professional.” He forces out. The underlying message doesn’t go over your head but you choose to ignore it. “So what are you doing here now?” With that, Jungkook lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Stepping away from the wall, he makes his way closer to the large white vanity you’re sitting on.

“I just wanted to compliment you on the amazing performance you did today. Everything went smoothly and it’s been a great week.” He says genuinely and you gladly take the compliment, letting out a small “thank you”— to which he battles.

“No, thank you. You really made this whole thing come to life so really, thank you.” You smile from ear to ear at his sincerity, feeling overwhelmingly gratified and proud… and still wet.

“Well your designs are amazing so you should have majority of the credit— by the way, can I keep this!” Asking, pointing to the miniskirt that hugs your hips. Jungkook’s tongue slides out of his mouth, wetting his lips, slightly playing with his lip ring.

“Of course, it’s all yours. Can’t think of anyone who’d wear it better than you do anyways.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. He didn’t even mean to flirt he just said what he was thinking and it remains true. You are the sexiest woman Jungkook has laid eyes on. And if he doesn’t get out of this dressing room right now, his balls might explode.

But in the midst of the internal war Jungkook’s facing, you hum. “Is that why you kept staring at me all day? At first I thought you regretted your decision.” You say and before you could continue your overly sarcastic remarks he interrupts with the rapid shaking of his head.

“I could never regret choosing you.” Your heart dropped to your ass at his words and you’re scared if you move the wrong way the arousal between your thighs (that has been lathered onto the vanity) may drip onto the floor. Without saying much else, he doesn’t let his nerves stop him from stepping closer to you— nearly in between your legs.

He places his hand beside yours that rests on top of the vanity. Slowly his hand intertwines with yours. His touch so soft; the hair on your neck stands tall. His eyes glazing over your plumped lips, layered in lip gloss that shined under the light

“You’re perfect,” is the last thing he says before his lips slowly meet yours.

You could hear angles singing from close range as you finally snag the taste of his lips. His lip ring tickles your lip, sending a shiver down your spine. A soft moan escapes your mouth and Jungkook feels like he just won the lottery.

His tatted hand glides up your thigh, basking in the feeling of your soft brown skin under his touch. He gently caress your naked thighs, spreading them apart to properly stand in between them.

You let out a little huff as you feel him licking and leaving open mouth kisses against your jawline. “From the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he says in between kisses and you feel his breath on your neck, making your clit pulse. “I knew you were perfect.”

You pull your lips away to look at him. The heavy breathing fills the dressing room as the two of you look into each other’s eyes, the similar look of need in both of your eyes.

You slide your hands up Jungkook’s torso, to his broad shoulders, resting them on his neck. Pulling him down closer to you, you say, “Touch me.”

Which was all Jungkook needed to hear before attacking your lips again, your hand wrapped around his shoulders as you slightly grind into his clothed member. You could feel the bulge through his pants, exciting you even more.

“Oh my god— Jungkook.” You whine when he bites at your neck. His hands move to your chest, caressing your boobs through the fabric of the bra you still had on. Until he unfastens it, sliding the bra down your arms with your help.

His hands worry themselves with the feel of your tits again fitting perfectly under his hold. You bite your bottom lip to hold back the moans from the sensitivity of his fingers pinching your nipples. Within seconds his hands are replaced with his mouth and he sucks and nibbles on your nipples.

Your hips grind faster against his hard-on. “Jungkook, I need you.” You whimper impatiently. He removes his mouth from your chest, giving you a quick peck on the lips before smirking down at you which takes you for a whirl. Taking a step back he looks down in between the close proximity of you two.

He spreads your thighs father apart to reach down under your miniskirt to find your bare pussy wetter than the Caribbean Sea.

“No panties— are you nuts?” He exclaims with the raise of his eyebrows. “If I would’ve known I was talking to you like this I would’ve bent you over this fucking vanity once I walked in.” He sexily groans against your swollen lips. The heat between your bodies are making you even more needy than usual.

The two of you share breaths as your lips hover over the other’s. You gasp heavily into his mouth as his finger drags down your slippery slit.

He lets out a low groan at the feeling of your slickness and the feeling of his dick growing harder inside of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Making matters worse, you remove your hand from his shoulder to grip the thick bulge between his legs, almost flinching at the size of it. You look up at him with that needy look you have in your eyes that’s driving him up a wall.

“Then do it,” pulling him down to lick up his sharp jawline. “Bend me over and fuck me good.” You whisper into his ear.

Jungkook snaps, he pulls you off of the vanity, pulling you closer to him to taste the sweet taste of your lip gloss again. The kiss is cut short when he spins you around to bend you over the white vanity top, true to his word.

You let out a high pitched gasp as your bare chest hits the vanity top. He stands over your form, hands caressing your thighs, slowly moving up to your plump ass. His hand smacking against your ass echoes throughout the room and Jungkook’s dick twitches at the sight of your ass jiggling.

“So fucking pretty.” He says before crouching down, face all in your cookie. He bites his lips as you spread your legs further apart, desperate for his mouth.

Again, he drags his thumb down your slit and you let out load moan of pleasure from the sensation of his touch. Your hand quickly covers your mouth. “You have to be quiet princess.” The words smoothly passed through his mouth like butter making your knees weak. However, they actually buckle once you feel his tongue swipe through your slick. Your head lowers into your chest to try to keep your composure.

“Mmm,” he moans while licking through your folds, eating your cunt like it’s his favorite meal. “You taste so damn good.” He aggressively spreads your legs wider to attack your pussy with his mouth.

Your legs shake as you fee his tongue going in and out of your hole, his thumb rubbing over your swollen clit. The grip of his hand on your ass doesn’t let up as you squeeze your legs together around his head.

“R—right there! I’m gonna—” Your hole clenches around his tongue as you felt your stomach tightening. Just when you feel yourself releasing, he stops. He pulls away.

“What the fuck.” You curse in frustration. He leans his body over yours, gripping your hair to turn your head to the side. You let out a moan at his roughness.

“You’re too pretty to be cursing, princess.” He says against your lips before attacking them with a wet, sloppy kiss. You push your ass against his dick, needy from the absence of his tongue. You whimper against his mouth.

“You want me to fuck you bad, huh?” He teases, roughly brushing his bulge over your wet folds. He lets out a groan at the feeling. “Yes— mm! Fuck, yes Jungkook. I need your dick inside of me.” Jungkook places one last sloppy kiss on your lips, lets go of the grip on your hair and began unbuttoning his pants.

They instantly falls down to his ankles and he lowers his boxer briefs, letting them fall the his ankles as well, his dick smacking his stomach. You can’t see his length that he pumps in his hand behind you— but god, when he starts thrusting it in between your ass cheeks you can feel it.

It makes you nervous because you didn’t expect him to be so big. But you grow more aroused at the thought of him fucking you silly, wrecking your tight little pussy. He slowly rubs the tip of his dick over your folds, coating his dick with your arousal, layering over his pre-cum. “I hope you’re fine with me going in raw, didn’t really have me fucking you in mind before I came here today.” You nod your head faster than you ever did in your life.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Just p— put it in.” He chuckles at your impatience and without a second thought, he slowly thrusts himself inside of you. Both of your moans fill the room as his dick penetrates your tight hole. You let out a shaky breath as he pulls back, just for him to thrust inside of you again.

The pain of his length ripping through you has your head spinning. As he thrusts again, he bends down over your shaky body to leave a light kiss on your shoulder. “You okay?” He softly asks and you hesitantly nod your head with your eyes shut close. “Y— yeah, just getting used to it. I’m… fine.” With that, he softly leave a kiss on your cheek before lifting back up and thrusting into you again.

He whisper out curses as your tight pussy swallows his dick and he relishes the sight of it.

After a few more thrusts the pain subsides and it is quickly replaced with the feeling of pleasure. Jungkook, wraps his hand under you to caress your tit as he continues to plunge himself deeper into your sex.

“Faster p— please,” you whisper out and you couldn’t even brace yourself for the next thrust. His hard dick hits your spot and your knees give out on you. He holds your waist out with his hands as he continuously abuses your hole. Your bodies jerk forward with each thrust.

“Your pussy feels so good around my dick, _______.” He says and you let out another high moan— hitting notes you’ve never hit before. He roughly grabs your hair again, lifting you up to make your back arch. You can see the both of you through the mirror, you can see him fucking you dirty, the way his eyebrows furrow looking down at the way your cunt swallows his length, the sight gets you even more aroused— if that’s even possible.

He finally looks up at you through the mirror. He sends you a smirk before going absolutely feral. “Hold on for me, princess.” His grip on your hair tightens as he fiercely thrusts into you. Faster, deeper, harder, he is literally blowing your back out. Your eyes squeeze shut and loud screams escape your mouth. The hand gripping your hair quickly covers your mouth to block out the lewd sounds you let out.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening at the fast pace and the constant pounding on your cervix. The feeling grows with Jungkook wrap his free hand over your thigh to rub your clit as he sloppily thrusts into you.

“Cum for me baby.” He says lowly and out of breath as his pace quickens. Your moans are muffled into his hand while he penetrates your cunt and stimulates your clit. “Fuck,” he says as you cum around his length, your legs shaking as Jungkook reaches his high. The sounds of your juices lapping together fills the room and you feel Jungkook’s warm release flow inside of you.

The two of you breathe heavily as Jungkook’s dick rests inside of you. After Jungkook has gotten his composure back, he pulls out, watching as your cunt discharges his cum down your thighs. Quickly pulling his pants up and jogging over to the corner to grab a paper towel, he comes back to clean you with it.

Your body is still limp over the vanity as he does so. “I hope I wasn’t too rough.” He says. You lift up, standing on your own, pulling the miniskirt down over your ass. Shaking your head. “No,” you let out a little chuckle. “That was amazing.”

Your eyes sparkle as they look up at his. He’s almost hypnotized by them, he drops his head to yours, kissing your lips again, his hands on the small of your back. “You have no idea how long I’ve been holding back.” You giggle at him.

“How long?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hand reaches your face, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he basks in your beauty and the feeling of your arms around him.

“Since the day I chose you as my COVERGIRL.”

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[andysorbit]

I saw a video of Chan manhandling the other members and now I'm thinking about free use Chan so... walk with me for a moment yall

minors DNI

Chan would buy you a consent bracelet: if you're wearing it, your body is not your own.

which wrist you wear it on depends on what you're open to

left wrist means you're open to gentle free use

gentle free use is chan gently taking you against the shower wall

pushing your legs apart and eating you out first thing in the morning with slow lazy flicks of his tongue and his teeth softly scraping your clit

or fucking you with his tongue while his nose (lord that man and his beautiful fkn nose) gently nudges at your clit

whispering praises against your ear while he's fucking you

"such a good girl... I love using you just as much as you like being used"

pins you down and manhandles you... but lovingly

"That's it... take my cock, baby"

loves exploring your mouth with his tongue

loves sucking and softly biting your nipples

lazily sucks your nipples while you're on top

likes feeling your hands on his biceps

likes watching you suck his fingers while he's fucking you

heavy into slow and deep strokes

kisses all over your face while he's throttling you missionary

will snowball with you after he cums in your mouth

obsessed with eye contact

will throttle you into the mattress

so vocal

will definitely get pussy drunk and overstimulate you while he's eating your cunt greedily

will also overstimulate himself while he's pounding you until he's whining and trembling just as much as you are

right wrist means he can do his absolute worst

oh you're doing something in the kitchen? he's coming up behind you, shoving you down on the counter, and fucking you

likes that he can use you to destress

using you means fucking your throat until you're a mess of tears, spit, and cum

"fucking gag on it, bitch"

it could mean forcing himself into you before you're fully ready to receive him

means holding his hand over your mouth and nose while he's fucking you stupid

"Oh it's too much? Shut up, it isn't. Don't be a fucking crybaby over something you asked for"

loves gripping you by your throat

moves you roughly into the position he wants you in

pinches your nipples too hard

mocks you

"Oh don't push me away... fucking take it. Take my cock... oh it hurts?... Good."

loves slapping your face and spanking your ass

loves spitting on your lips and in your mouth

gets off on your tears

"Cry, little girl... yeah cry for me. you know I love seeing you fucked out and stupid for me... bet you don't even know what you're crying for at this point"

cums on your face

aftercare king

you definitely have bruises on your wrists from him pinning you down

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[moonlightdreamzz]

Moments of Praise — Bangchan and Felix.

GENRE ✰ Smut, Fem!Reader

SUMMARY ✰ How these two praise you in your intimate moments.

WARNING ✰ pure smut. tehehehehehe!

Bangchan

It all started with a dream. A dream in which a combination everything he adores about you, and every beautiful memory the two of you have shared thus far engulfed him in his sleep. He woke up so extremely hard, although the dream itself was innocent, which he truthfully felt guilty for. However, it wasn’t enough guilt to stop his prerogative. He slowly begins to leave his dream state and grabs his phone that he now realizes didn’t charge. He had enough juice to slip you a quick call, though.

“You okay, baby?” Your voice is raspy and barely audible, which shows Chan that you too, had also just woke up. Your fluffy white duvet is hiding half of your face, and it makes him a tad bit sad because he loves how puffy your face is in the morning.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for the early call. I just wanted to tell you that you’re so beautiful.”

He knows you’re going to laugh and protest that he must have done something wrong to tell such a lie, and that’s exactly what you say.

“Don’t laugh.” He chuckles. “I’m being serious. You’re perfect, love. You’re so…” He pretends to ponder, although he already knows what his next words will be, “…precious.” He finishes. “And truthfully, it’s taking every fiber in my being to not come to your house right now and show you how perfect you are, but I’m trying to refrain.”

He failed.

His hands now find themselves buried deep in your panties, and he can tell with the look of utter confusion on your features, although it’s mixed with pleasure, that you’re questioning what you did to deserve this. That’s okay though, because he loves the way you become so…submissive when he tells you how genuinely amazing you are.

“Don’t look at me like that princess. You know you deserve this. You’ve been doing such a good job at work. You’ve been so patient with me. You never complain no matter how busy I am.” His finger tips continue to rub your pearl in a circular motion, just the way you like. You’re practically grinding into his hand—this part of foreplay always turning you on so intensely.

“You’re literally fucking perfect.” He growls. “From head to toe. And you’re all mine, aren’t you sweetheart?” He interrogates. He slaps your pearl lightly before continuing to work magic with his middle and ring finger. “I don’t even deserve you, or your pretty c**t.”

Felix

Felix adores you to the deepest depths of your being. This includes the way you whined and cried for him while he teased you viciously. That's why you're lying on your back; this is the seventh time Felix has let your org*sm creep up on you, only to remove your vibrator from your cl*t and throw it on the bed.

You look absolutely stunning right now. Every part of your body is glistening, and your bedroom is filled with the scent of desperation, all thanks to your pu*** that is pooling. Felix cannot take his eyes off of you and it’s driving you insane because you know you’re on his time, right now. You could lift yourself up and try to press your lips to his, but he would simply push you back on the bed, adding more time to your edging, which is the last thing you want to do.

Felix leans forward, simultaneously chuckling. You feel the vibration from the sound as his nose connects to yours. He’s staring into your soul, fully clothed, yet you’re bare.

“You’re such a good girl, Y/N.” He growls, his smile mocking. His lips gently press against yours; it's beautiful and filled with the love you know he'll give you when you've came enough times to his liking. “The best girl.” He emphasizes as he places his member at your entrance. You’re soaked and ready for him, so it’s nothing for him to slide into your body. His hands immediately wrap themselves around your neck lightly, and he slowly begins to make himself at home inside you.

You're at a loss for words because you expected him to wreck you, but he didn't. His strokes are delicate, with inches feverishly throbbing. He clearly wants to move faster, and so do you, but he isn't. Why?

“Look, baby.” He instructs, looking down at where your bodies are currently connecting. “You see how well you’re taking me right now? Do you see how wet you are?”

You admire the site as requested, and it’s driving you closer and closer to your finish line you had been desperately waiting for.

“My baby,” Felix’s Aussie accent is thick with admiration and lust. "I wish you could see yourself right now." His thumb presses on your cl*t, causing the both of you to moan - him, due to him succumbing to your wetness, and you for obvious reasons. "You're so fucking beautiful. You're always so wet for me." He growls. The praise is causing you to practically collapse, which in turn fuels Felix to continue as he continues to stroke as a consistent pace.

"Who's the prettiest girl in the world, hm? You know it's you right?"

"Look at you...taking this di** like the good girl you are for me. And after such a long day too? You know I'm going to reward you."

"Fuck, you feel so good. I'm swimming, baby."

"Mhm. Grab my ass and help me f*** you good. Show me who's boss, baby."

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[starz4jen]

✮ mimi ✮

✮ mimi ! 18 ♉︎ lesbian they/she afro-asian-latina ✮

✮ who i write for i will (try to) post on weekend’s (maybe on monday’s too)✮

✮ this blog is a safe space for chubby poc (mainly black) readers. ✮

✮ just a girl who likes red, black, purple and pink ✮

✮ about me ✮

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[heejayy]

Dear black readers,

Don’t be afraid to write that fanfic . Regardless of the film, celebrity, book, show, character, sexuality, genre, or whether you think it's good or not write it! There isn't nearly enough fan fiction for us to appreciate or relate to as it is. We’re just as important as any other reader and if the fandom claims that the character would never be interested in a black person, and?! How the hell they know? There's a reason it’s called fan fiction... Don't be ashamed to write it because you fear nobody will read it, they will. It's important, in my opinion, that black readers be able to visualize themselves in the book. So write the story! 🫶🏾

- Ary 💜

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[danceyreagan]

Its so hard being a black women who likes fanfiction. Like there is just still so little representation. Even when things are “reader” they are coded for white people.

No one is running their fingers through my silky hair. Or brushing hair out of my eyes behind my ear. I have an afro and when I dont its in twists. Also, black women dont really let people touch or play in their hair.

I dont have pink nipples.

I dont blush. My skin will not turn red no matter how hard Im blushing.

Now I thought it was hard in the Peaky Fandom. But there are some amazing black fic writers here and likely more have emerged since I havent been active in the fandom for a few years.

Trying to read Kpop fan fiction, its even harder to find representation.

If you are in any of the fandoms below, please comment or reblog with your fave black fanfic writers.

Mine are

@btsqualityy

@kimnjss

@panjakes

@laketaj24

@xxdearlybeloved

#welcome to the new series #Dancey’s rants. #please feel free to post your pet peeves. #peaky blinders #game of thrones #kpop fanfic #Black Reader #black fanfiction #Black and nerdish #BTS Fanfiction #Stray Kids #stray kids fanfic #txt fanfic #tomorrow x together #TXT imagine #BTS Imagine #Stray kids imagine

[wonbinisbabygurl]

Bloodlust | P.S

Chapter 1

Parings:park sunghoon x black oc /reader

theme:vampire

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     Chapter 1

          The broken bloodline

Mentions of blood , mature themes, and gaslighting of a female character  ( please read at your own risk!)

In the secluded town of Castlevania, rumors have been circulating about strange occurrences. Women were found dead with their blood drained from their bodies; men were discovered with their heads severed. Whoever is responsible for these gruesome massacres does not seem to be human.

Many years later, the mystery of this horrific massacre remained unsolved until one day a detective named Xiu Lang, from Shanghai, was assigned to investigate these unresolved cases originating from 1630.

Maria, Xiu Lang's supervisor, stopped him as he was preparing for his extended stay in Castlevania.

"Xiu, I don't think this is a good idea," Maria said, her voice filled with concern. "Your wife has been going crazy with worry. She called me last night, and she was a wreck. She said that you haven't been home in days, and she doesn't know where you are or what you're doing. She's scared, Xiu. And I'm scared for her."

Xiu sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I know," he said. "I know she's worried. But I have to do this. It's important."

"But what if something happens to you?" Maria asked. "What if you don't come back?"

"I'll be fine," Xiu said. "I promise."

Maria shook her head. "I don't know, Xiu. This doesn't feel right."

"I have to do this," Xiu said again. "It's the only way."

Maria sighed. "I just hope you know what you're doing."

"I do," Xiu said. "Trust me."

Maria nodded, but she didn't look convinced. "Okay," she said. "But be careful."

"I will," Xiu said. He gave her a quick hug, then turned and walked away.

Maria watched him go, her heart heavy. She didn't like this one bit.

Xiu Lang grabbed his satchel and belongings before taking a sigh and turning to Maria. "Tell her that I'll be home for dinner soon. This investigation shouldn't take too long." 

He stepped out the door and felt Maria grab his shoulder, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"Please be careful. Don't die on me. Promise?" Maria asked, wiping away her teary eyes.

Xui Lang patted her on the back. "I promise." 

As Xui Lang walked away in the distance he could sense Maria's gaze still on him, so he turned and threw her a good luck charm: a brown journal with an ink pen tucked inside it. 

"Make sure the ink never runs out," Xui Lang said as he gave her a light smile and waved goodbye.

She returned the favor, waving back at him before they parted ways.

-Xiu Lang’s wife Raina’s perspective-

The room was engulfed in an intoxicating symphony of Rania's soft moans and the rhythmic creaking of their bed, a melodic backdrop to the passionate dance they shared. Her fingertips dug into Sunghoon's broad shoulders, leaving faint imprints of desire on his heated skin. Every touch, every graze, sent waves of electric ecstasy coursing through their intertwined bodies.

Breathless and flushed with desire, Rania whispered Sunghoon's name, her voice laden with longing and anticipation. Her words hung in the air like a sweet melody, enticing him further into the depths of their shared passion. Sunghoon, feeling his own desires surge within him, arched his back in response, the sinewy muscles of his well-defined physique rippling under a sheen of perspiration. Stray strands of hair clung to his damp forehead, framing his intense gaze as he focused on their intimate connection.

"Patience, my love," Sunghoon exhaled, his voice a mere whisper, laced with a combination of urgency and restraint. He fought to control the mounting desire that threatened to consume them both, striving to prolong the symphony of pleasure they were orchestrating.

Rania, her senses heightened by the swirling tempest of sensations, stifled a whimper of longing, her body responding to the crescendo of pleasure building within her. With a trembling voice, she managed to express her willingness to wait, to hold back the release that threatened to spill forth.

A tender smile tugged at the corners of Sunghoon's lips as he witnessed Rania's self-restraint, the depth of their connection evident in the shared understanding between them. The dance of desire continued, their bodies moving in synchrony, attuned to the symphony of their own passion.

In the hushed intimacy of their exchange, time seemed to stand still, the world outside their chamber fading into insignificance. They existed solely in this moment, immersed in a universe of shared pleasure, where their bodies whispered secrets to one another, entwined in a tapestry of raw, unadulterated desire.

As the waves of pleasure continued to crash against their bodies, each moment brought them closer to the precipice of release. But they held on, locked in a mutual agreement to prolong the exquisite tension, savoring the anticipation that danced between them like an ethereal flame.

In that shared space of restraint and desire, Rania and Sunghoon revealed in the symphony of their passion, their hearts and bodies entangled in an enchanting rhythm. They knew that when the time was right, when their connection reached its apex, the culmination would be an explosion of shared ecstasy, a crescendo that would shatter their senses and leave them forever entwined in the memory of this timeless union.

As Sunghoon's skilled touch found Rania's most sensitive spot, a surge of electrifying pleasure surged through her body. Overwhelmed by the intensity of sensation, she couldn't contain her reaction, crying out in a mixture of pleasure and longing. Her voice, muffled against Sunghoon's neck, was a raw expression of her deepest desires.

Rania's grip tightened, her nails digging into Sunghoon's back, seeking an anchor amidst the tempest of pleasure that consumed her. The sensation of her nails scraping against his skin only heightened Sunghoon's own desire, fueling the fire that burned within him. The passion between them grew more fervent, igniting an insatiable hunger that demanded to be satiated.

"I understand, my love," Sunghoon responded, his voice laced with a mix of empathy and longing. He could sense the overwhelming need within Rania, the yearning to release the mounting tension that coiled tightly within her. As their bodies moved in harmony, their connection deepened, bringing them closer to the precipice of surrender.

With every breath and movement, the anticipation in Sunghoon's chest rose, mirroring Rania's urgency. He reveled in the knowledge that he held the power to grant her the release she sought. Their connection was an intimate dance, synchronized and attuned to each other's desires, as if they were two halves of a whole.

And then, as the waves of pleasure surged, crashing against their bodies, Rania's voice reached a crescendo, her cry echoing in the intimate space they shared. The intensity of her release, her body quivering with ecstasy, left her no choice but to surrender to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

Sunghoon, basking in the satisfaction of his efforts, embraced Rania's release as a testament to their profound connection. Her pleasure washed over him like a cascading wave, drenching him in the remnants of her satisfaction. It was a sacred exchange, an intimate offering that solidified their bond, transcending mere physicality.

Breathing heavily, bodies entwined, they revealed in the aftermath of their passionate union. Time seemed suspended as they held each other, the sweet ache of their desires satiated, the echoes of their pleasure lingering in the air. Their connection remained unbroken, a profound bond forged in the crucible of shared pleasure.

In that fleeting moment of stillness, they knew that their love, their hunger, and their willingness to explore the depths of their desires would continue to guide them on a journey of blissful intimacy. And with a renewed sense of fulfillment, they found solace in the knowledge that they were bound together by a connection that surpassed mere physicality���a connection that would endure, grow, and thrive in the dark and passionate depths of their shared existence.

As Rania's body lay delicately draped across Sunghoon's, their eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes. In the soft, muted glow of the bedroom, her fair skin seemed to radiate an ethereal beauty, drawing him in with its allure. Her slender fingers traced a path over his abdomen, exploring the contours of his body, but Sunghoon halted her gentle progression, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face.

With a solemn expression, he gently pushed Rania off his body, reaching for his clothes to cover himself. The atmosphere shifted, a sense of unease settling between them like a heavy fog. Sunghoon's request for a pipe to smoke hinted at a desire to distance himself, to find solace in the tendrils of smoke that curled upward, momentarily veiling his true emotions.

Sitting together on the edge of the bed, their bodies now cloaked in fabric, they shared the pipe, passing it between them. The fragrant tendrils of smoke intertwined with the air, casting a hazy ambiance around them. Yet, beneath the seemingly tranquil act, an undercurrent of tension brewed.

Sensing the disconnect, Rania mustered the courage to question Sunghoon, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Why do you always stop me during our moments of intimacy? Why is it that you never experience release?"

A heavy silence lingered in the air, pregnant with unspoken emotions. Sunghoon's gaze shifted, his eyes cast downward, evading direct contact. In the vulnerability of the moment, he knew he couldn't evade Rania's inquiry, nor could he deny her the truth any longer.

His voice tinged with a hint of remorse, broke the silence. "Rania, my love, it is not that I do not desire pleasure or yearn for release. It is a consequence of my nature, of what I have become."

He paused, gathering his thoughts, before continuing. "As a vampire, the euphoric climax that humans experience eludes me. The very essence that once allowed me to revel in such pleasures has been lost in the darkness that now engulfs me. My immortality, while affording me many gifts, has stripped away the ability to find that release, that culmination of desire."

Rania listened, her heart heavy with newfound understanding. The weight of his revelation settled upon her, weaving a tapestry of empathy and compassion. At that moment, she realized the depth of his struggle, and the sacrifices he made to exist in their shared reality.

A mixture of sadness and acceptance washed over Rania. She reached out, gently clasping Sunghoon's hand in hers, offering a silent reassurance of her unwavering support. "Sunghoon, my love, I may not fully comprehend the intricacies of your existence, but please know that my love for you extends beyond physical pleasures. Our connection transcends the confines of the physical realm. Together, we can find solace and fulfillment in the bonds we forge, even if the traditional notions of climax elude us."

Sunghoon met her gaze, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of gratitude and adoration. He squeezed her hand, acknowledging the depth of her understanding and the strength of their bond. In that shared moment, they resolved to navigate the intricacies of their intimate connection, finding solace in the uncharted territories of their love—a love that surpassed the boundaries of pleasure and redefined the very essence of their union.

Sunghoon rose from the bed, his demeanor icy and detached, as he swiftly wiped away any lingering remnants of their intimate encounter from his lips. The room was engulfed in heavy silence, disrupted only by Rania's sharp breaths. Her hurt and anger echoed through the air as she retorted, hurling a vase against the wall in a fit of frustration.

The sound of shattering glass reverberated, punctuating the tense atmosphere. Sunghoon turned to face Rania, his eyes narrowing as he confronted her defiance head-on. The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the next exchange between them.

Rania's voice trembled with a mix of desperation and determination as she challenged him, using the threat of revealing their illicit affair to her husband as a weapon. The words hung in the air, laden with the weight of their consequences. Sunghoon's expression hardened further, his lips forming a thin line as he considered her ultimatum.

Slowly, deliberately, Sunghoon advanced towards Rania, his fingers extending like talons, poised to caress her face. The touch of his sharp nails against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, a visceral reminder of the danger he posed. His voice, dripping with a chilling determination, cut through the silence.

"Think carefully, Rania," he hissed, his voice laced with an unmistakable edge. "If you choose to betray me, if you dare expose our secret, know that there will be dire consequences. I will not hesitate to eliminate any threat to our secret, to our existence."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, an unspoken warning of the darkness that resided within him. As swiftly as his touch had come, he released her, his eyes holding a dangerous glint before he turned away, his steps resolute as he made his way out of the room.

From beyond the closed door, a voice, laced with a mix of sadness and resolve, called out, marking the finality of their encounter. "Let this be the last time we see each other," Sunghoon's voice carried a hint of finality. "I want to sever all ties between us."

The words reverberated through Rania's mind, a painful reminder of the depth of their connection and the irrevocable rift that had formed between them. As Sunghoon departed from her apartment, his presence fading into the night, Rania was left to grapple with the shattered remnants of their once passionate and forbidden affair.

        -End of Rania’s Pov-

In the depths of the night, a figure emerged, shrouded in an eerie pallor that seemed to drain the color from her very being. Sunghoon, determined and armed with a flickering torch, ventured into the outskirts of Castlevania, his heart pounding in anticipation of his next blood-soaked conquest. With each step, he cautiously closed the distance between himself and the mysterious young woman, her pale complexion contrasting starkly against her flowing chestnut locks. As he approached, his senses heightened, the faint sound of his own footsteps echoing in the silent air, and he made a conscious effort to avoid startling his unsuspecting target.

The moon's ethereal glow bathed the scene, casting elongated shadows that danced across the cobblestone path. Sunghoon's torch emitted a flickering light, its fiery glow highlighting the woman's features. Her alabaster skin seemed to possess an otherworldly quality, devoid of warmth and life, evoking an unsettling fascination within him. He couldn't help but be drawn to her, captivated by her haunting allure.

With careful precision, Sunghoon closed the remaining distance, his footsteps deliberately muffled as he moved closer. His heart raced, fueled by a mix of trepidation and a primal thirst that gnawed at his insides. The tension in the air was palpable as he fought to maintain his composure, his mind consumed by the sinister desire that drove him forward.

As he neared the young woman, his eyes drank in every delicate detail, from the graceful curve of her jawline to the soft tendrils of hair framing her porcelain face. It was a delicate dance of stealth and fascination, the hunter cautiously encroaching upon his unwitting prey. Sunghoon's grip tightened on the torch, his knuckles turning white, as he fought to suppress the primitive instincts that surged within him.

The encounter teetered on a precipice of anticipation, the veil of night lending an air of mystery to their clandestine meeting. Sunghoon's heart quickened, the rhythmic thud echoing in his ears as he prepared to confront his new victim, a vessel for his insatiable hunger.

"Pray to tell, Mrs. Giselle, how fares your existence?" Sung-hoon inquired politely, his body bending in a reverent bow as a sign of respect. He delicately pressed his lips against the back of her hand, his gaze fixated upon her with an unsettling intensity that revealed his sinister intentions, contemplating the permanent termination of her life, a decision that occupied his mind with fervor.

Giselle, taken aback by Sung-hoon's familiarity, regarded him with a mix of suspicion and alarm. Slowly retreating from his presence, a pocket knife materialized in her trembling hand, serving as a feeble defense mechanism against the impending threat that lurked in the shadows.

"How is it, sir, that you possess knowledge of my identity?" Giselle questioned with a hint of caution, her eyes locked upon Sung-hoon as if attempting to unravel the enigma veiled beneath his facade. The glint of the blade mirrored her apprehension, a tangible reminder of her readiness to protect herself from any harm that might befall her.

Sunghoon's response carried a disdainful undertone, mingled with a perverse amusement. "Oh, what a foolish choice, a mere pocket knife," he retorted, his voice dripping with derision. "Wouldn't a torch have been more fitting?" With those words, a sinister transformation overcame him, baring his elongated fangs in a chilling display. Without a moment's hesitation, he lunged toward Giselle, driven by an insatiable hunger that consumed his very being. In a swift and merciless assault, he unleashed his primal savagery, draining the life from her in a macabre feast that left her utterly desiccated.

As Sunghoon's insidious grip tightened around Giselle's fragile form, he keenly sensed the gradual deceleration of her heartbeats until they eventually ceased altogether. A cruel satisfaction flickered in his eyes as he beheld the woman's desperate pleas for salvation, her voice echoing with a haunting plea that fell on indifferent ears.

"Should I encounter another flavorless being like you, I shall beseech the gods themselves to bestow upon me a worthy companion, even if it means marrying beyond mortal bounds," Sunghoon remarked, his tone laced with a twisted blend of frustration and determination. Rising to his feet, he callously discarded Giselle's lifeless body into a nondescript bag, sealing her fate within its confines.

With calculated nonchalance, Sunghoon embarked on a grim mission, venturing to a nearby river to rid himself of the evidence. The weight of the bag seemed inconsequential as he cast it into the depths, its descent marked by the disturbing absence of remorse. Submerged in the unforgiving currents, Giselle's remains were carried away, her existence forever erased from the world above.

Sunghoon's body sank down into a crouched position, his head resting wearily in the palm of his hand. His gaze fixated upon the lifeless form of the woman he had recently savored, Giselle, who now lay sprawled on the ground before him. A mixture of disbelief and confusion contorted his features, his mind grappling to comprehend the surreal taste of her blood still lingering in his mouth.

In that poignant moment, time seemed suspended, as Sunghoon wrestled with the unsettling sensations coursing through his veins. The conflicting emotions of satisfaction and a gnawing hunger intertwined within him, casting a shadow of turmoil upon his countenance. The vivid memory of their encounter, now etched into his very essence, added a disorienting layer of complexity to the tableau before him.

The weight of his actions settled upon Sunghoon, bearing down upon him with an almost palpable heaviness. Despite the macabre satisfaction derived from the consumption of Giselle's life essence, an undeniable sense of unease washed over him. The stark reality of his insatiable nature and the irreversible consequences of his predatory desires now confronted him, compelling a profound self-reflection that transcended the boundaries of his own existence.

Sunghoon's body trembled slightly as he remained locked in that haunting scene, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions and thoughts. His eyes, still filled with the residue of disbelief, lingered upon Giselle's lifeless form, the weight of his actions sinking deeper into his conscience.

The taste of her blood, an intoxicating blend of life and mortality, continued to linger on his palate, like an indelible mark of their macabre encounter. It served as a reminder of the transient pleasure that he sought to fulfill, but also carried the bitter undertones of an eternal hunger that could never be truly satiated.

As he leaned upon his hand, the heaviness of remorse and fascination wrestled within him, intertwining in an intricate dance. The gravity of his existence as a predator, forever bound to the consumption of life, bore down upon his soul, stirring a maelstrom of introspection.

In that solitary moment, the echoes of Giselle's final plea for rescue resonated in Sunghoon's consciousness. Her voice, now silenced forever, became a haunting refrain, piercing his thoughts with the weight of her lost potential and stolen future.

Amidst the profound uncertainty, a flicker of remorse and empathy arose within Sunghoon, as if a sliver of his humanity fought to break free from the shackles of his monstrous nature. The recognition of his own moral descent, his descent into darkness, spurred a profound questioning of his purpose and the the bleak reality of his existence.

With each passing second, the enormity of his actions settled upon him, carving deep crevices of introspection in his psyche. The path he had chosen, strewn with shattered lives and forsaken souls, offered no respite from the tormented questions that gnawed at his core.

In the stillness of that moment, Sunghoon remained suspended between the realms of remorse and his insatiable cravings, caught in the ever-present paradox of his existence as a predator, forever tormented by the consequences of his voracious hunger.

the eternal slumber of vampires, preserving an enigmatic mystique that echoed throughout the halls.

But perhaps the most chilling chamber lay hidden beneath the castle's surface. A labyrinthine laboratory, shrouded in darkness and cobwebs, bore witness to Sunghoon's clandestine experiments. Within its confines, the alchemical pursuits of a vampire played out, unknown to the outside world. It was a forbidden realm, where shadows danced amidst dusty bookshelves and eerie glass vials. And in the depths of that laboratory, veiled from prying eyes, a chilling secret lay dormant—a preserved human body, a macabre testament to Sunghoon's insatiable desires.

Even Sunghoon's loyal butler, Pedro, was forbidden from venturing into that forbidden domain. The knowledge of what lurked in the depths remained Sunghoon's alone, locked away from prying eyes. Pedro, a steadfast servant bound by loyalty and fear, carried out his duties with an air of both reverence and trepidation, never daring to question the boundaries set by his enigmatic master.

As Sunghoon settled into the eerie familiarity of his home, he embraced the darkness that permeated every corner, a reflection of his own existence. The castle stood as a sanctuary, a haven for his nocturnal pursuits and the embodiment of his immortal existence. Within those walls, the echoes of forgotten nights and whispered secrets painted a portrait of a vampire, caught between the realms of elegance and darkness, longing for companionship but forever steeped in the solitary existence of his immortal being.

"Pedro, where is Father's portrait? It was here this morning," Sunghoon demanded, his voice tinged with impatience, as he discarded his coat carelessly, letting it fall to the ground. Pedro, feeling a pang of distress, swiftly picked up the coat and diligently folded it, placing it with precision on his master's pristine bed sheets.

"Sir, we had an unexpected visitor this morning," Pedro replied, his tone a mix of concern and trepidation. Sunghoon, now dressed in a luxurious French-made robe, settled into his black sofa chair, fixing his gaze upon Pedro with raised eyebrows. "Well, was it a man or a woman? Provide me with more details," he insisted, leaning forward in his seat, his eyes demanding a thorough account.

Pedro, visibly flustered, began to stammer, his words faltering in his attempt to convey the information. Sunghoon, growing increasingly impatient, sighed audibly, frustration seeping into his voice. "Just spit it out already, Pedro," he exhorted, his eyes narrowing in anticipation of a swift response.

Finally, Pedro reached into his pocket and produced a postcard, which he handed to Sunghoon. The postcard bore the distinct markings of a blacksmith's shop. Sunghoon's curiosity was piqued as he and accepted the card, his gaze scanning the words inscribed upon it. The message remained shrouded in mystery, leaving him to wonder about the purpose and significance of this unexpected correspondence.

As Sunghoon pondered the implications of the postcard, a surge of curiosity mingled with apprehension coursed through his veins. The blacksmith's name, a mere inked signature, held the promise of a potential connection, a thread to unravel in his quest for answers. A hint of excitement danced in his eyes, contrasting with the darkness that perpetually clung to his existence.

In that moment, the portrait of Sunghoon's father remained momentarily forgotten, overshadowed by the enigma presented by the blacksmith's postcard. It was a tantalizing invitation to delve deeper into a world where mortal and supernatural entwined, where secrets lurked in every corner, waiting to be uncovered.

Sunghoon, the master of the castle and its secrets, leaned back in his chair, a calculated smile playing upon his lips. The allure of the unknown beckoned, and he was ready to embark on yet another journey, a dance of shadows and revelations that would shape the course of his immortal existence.

Sunghoon's grip tightened around his cloak as he hastily pulled it around his body, his eyes gleaming with a sense of urgency. "Don't wait up for me, Pedro. I shall return by sunrise tomorrow," he declared, his voice carrying an air of determination. With swift movements, he made his way to the front gate, ready to mount his black horse and ride off into the night.

However, before he could make his leave into the grazing field, Pedro, panting and breathless from his hurried pursuit, managed to catch up to Sunghoon. Gasping for air, he stretched out his hand, halting Sunghoon's departure. "Wait, before you go, you will need this," Pedro managed to utter between labored breaths.

Curiosity sparked in Sunghoon's eyes as he observed the ring that Pedro presented to him. The deep red ruby embedded within it seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy, resembling a drop of blood frozen in time. Sunghoon's gaze flickered from the ring to Pedro, questioning the purpose behind this unexpected gift.

"What is this for?" Sunghoon inquired, his voice laced with intrigue and skepticism. Pedro's hand gently patted Sunghoon's back, a gesture that caused a flicker of irritation to cross his face. With an arched eyebrow, he turned to face Pedro, awaiting an explanation.

"Sire, it is time for you to embrace the next chapter of your existence—to procreate and find a wife," Pedro stated, his voice filled with a mixture of solemnity and anticipation.

Sunghoon's gaze lingered on Pedro, a complex array of emotions passing through his eyes. The notion of finding a mate and continuing his bloodline stirred conflicting feelings within him. While he had become accustomed to the solitary existence of a vampire, the idea of companionship and creating offspring ignited a glimmer of longing within his immortal heart.

As Sunghoon contemplated the weight of Pedro's words, a myriad of possibilities danced before his mind's eye. The prospect of love, devotion, and the legacy he could leave behind seemed both alluring and daunting. At that moment, he realized the significance of the ring, symbolizing a turning point in his endless existence—a chance to embrace the complex tapestry of life, even in the shadowy realm of the undead.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Sunghoon accepted the ring, sliding it onto his finger. It seemed to merge with his essence, an emblem of the future he was poised to shape. As he mounted his horse and prepared to ride into the night, the weight of Pedro's words resonated within him, leaving him with a profound sense of purpose and a newfound determination to explore the uncharted territories of love and family, even amidst the darkness that encompassed his immortal being.

Sunghoon rode Iris, his majestic black horse, with a swift and graceful gait through the picturesque valley towards Grazefield. The wind whispered through his black cloak, billowing it behind him like an ominous flag. As he made his way, a palpable aura of darkness seemed to precede him, causing the villagers to retreat into their homes, shielding themselves and their loved ones from his enigmatic presence.

Eyes followed him from behind curtained windows, children were swiftly whisked away by their anxious parents, and even the normally fearless dogs and cats cowered, sensing the supernatural essence that surrounded Sunghoon. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to him, a reminder of the isolation he had grown accustomed to in the mortal world.

As Sunghoon dismounted Iris with a gentle pat on her sleek flank, his piercing gaze scanned the village. He observed the townsfolk, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, as they stole glances in his direction. The unspoken tension between them was palpable, a result of the folklore and legends that had woven themselves into the fabric of their lives.

Determined to accomplish his purpose, Sunghoon approached a villager with a polite and measured tone, his voice betraying a hint of the shadows that lay within him. "Excuse me, kind sir," he addressed the villager, his voice carrying a subtle allure. "Could you perhaps guide me to the dwelling of the esteemed blacksmith? I seek his expertise on a matter of great importance."

The villager, a middle-aged man with weathered features, hesitated for a moment, his eyes shifting nervously. The rumors and whispers surrounding Sunghoon's presence in the village lingered in his mind, stirring a mix of caution and curiosity. However, compelled by Sunghoon's commanding presence, the villager reluctantly offered directions, pointing towards a modest cottage nestled at the outskirts of the village.

"His dwelling lies just beyond the outskirts of Grazefield, on the path to the old mill," the villager responded, his voice tinged with a hint of trepidation. "But I advise you, stranger', exercise caution in your dealings with the blacksmith. He's a man of strong will and an affinity for the arcane."

Sunghoon inclined his head in acknowledgment, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Your warning is duly noted, good sir. I shall approach the blacksmith with the utmost respect and tread carefully in the realm of his craft."

With a gesture of gratitude, Sunghoon bid the villager farewell and set off on the path leading to the abode of the enigmatic blacksmith. Each step he took echoed with a quiet determination, the weight of his purpose guiding him forward. As the twilight sky deepened, casting an eerie glow over the village, Sunghoon pressed on, prepared to face the mysteries that awaited him in the realm of the blacksmith's forge.

As Sunghoon approached the mill house, hidden away in the depths of the forest, he lightly tapped on the weathered door. It swung open, revealing a woman standing before him, clad in a leather apron with soot-stained hands. He removed his black cloak hood, revealing his enigmatic features, and couldn't help but be surprised to find a woman in the role of the blacksmith.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Sunghoon couldn't help but inquire, "Are you the blacksmith's wife?" He chuckled, expecting a conventional response. However, his assumption was met with laughter from the woman. "I am the blacksmith, my friend. Is it because I am a woman that you assumed otherwise?" Sunghoon simply nodded, acknowledging his own preconceived notions.

The blacksmith, her laughter fading into a warm smile, invited Sunghoon inside her abode. "Please, come in. Make yourself comfortable while I fetch my daughter," she said, gesturing toward the worn chair. Sunghoon took a seat, his eyes scanning the workshop adorned with an assortment of tools and the mesmerizing glow of a forge.

Intrigued by the mention of her daughter, Sunghoon's curiosity grew. He wondered what role she played in the life of this unconventional blacksmith. Moments later, the woman's voice resonated through the house. "Taebetha! He's here. Hurry up!" she called out, her voice carrying a mix of urgency and excitement.

As the anticipation built, Sunghoon found himself intrigued by the arrival of the blacksmith's daughter. He pondered what significance she held in their meeting, and how she might add another layer of depth to his interaction with this unconventional family.

Minutes later, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the house, and a young woman burst into the room. Her eyes widened upon seeing Sunghoon, a mixture of surprise and curiosity dancing within them. She bore a striking resemblance to her mother, possessing the same determination and spark that radiated from the blacksmith.

With a charming smile, Sunghoon rose from his chair, extending a polite greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Taebetha," he said, his voice holding an air of intrigue. "Your mother speaks highly of your presence here. I sense there is something extraordinary about you."

Taebetha returned his smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and a hint of adventure. "Likewise, Sunghoon," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "I've heard stories of your travels and the darkness that surrounds you. Perhaps together, we can unravel the mysteries that lie within and forge something extraordinary."

Sunghoon's gaze locked with Taebetha's, their shared fascination with the unknown forging a connection at that very moment. Within the walls of the mill house, a union of unique talents and unconventional paths had converged, ready to embark on a journey that would weave together their destinies and shape the course of their intertwined lives.

As Taebetha extended her hand toward Sunghoon, anticipation coursed through him. He watched intently as her lips gently brushed against the back of his hand, igniting a spark that seemed to transcend mere physical contact. The electric connection between them sent a shiver down Sunghoon's spine, stirring a newfound desire within him.

He found himself mesmerized by Taebetha's presence, taking in every detail of her enchanting allure. Her smooth brown skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, accentuating the delicate curves of her body. Sunghoon's gaze lingered on her lustrous hair, noticing the subtle down that adorned her cheeks, adding to her irresistible charm.

Shaking himself out of his momentarily dazed state, Sunghoon regained his composure. He exchanged a knowing glance with Taebetha, a silent understanding passing between them. With a courteous nod to the blacksmith, they bid her farewell, promising to return soon with tales of their journey.

Sunghoon led Taebetha towards his loyal steed, the black horse named Iris, standing tall and imposing. Graciously, he extended his hand towards her, assisting her in mounting the horse. As she settled onto the saddle, he couldn't help but notice the closeness of their bodies, igniting a subtle fire within him.

With Taebetha securely seated behind him, Sunghoon tightened his grip on the reins and guided Iris onto the path that would lead them on their shared adventure. The rhythmic sound of hooves against the earth echoed through the night as they embarked on a journey filled with mystery, danger, and an undeniable connection.

As they rode together, the wind carried their laughter and whispers, weaving their shared desires and aspirations into the fabric of their bond. The darkness of the night seemed to cloak them in secrecy, allowing them the freedom to explore the depths of their newfound connection.

With each passing mile, Sunghoon and Taebetha's interactions grew bolder, their hands occasionally intertwining, their whispered conversations filling the air with an undeniable tension. The palpable chemistry between them fueled a mix of emotions – desire, curiosity, and the anticipation of the unknown.

As they ventured deeper into the night, the boundaries between them blurred, and the lines of their individual paths intertwined. Together, they embarked on a journey that would test their resolve, challenge their beliefs, and unravel the secrets that lay dormant within their souls.

Underneath the moonlit sky, with the steady gallop of Iris beneath them, Sunghoon and Taebetha embarked on a passionate odyssey that would forever change their lives. In this shared adventure, they would discover not only the depths of their desires but also the strength of their bond as they faced the darkness that awaited them, hand in hand.

Tabetha gently wrapped her hands around Sunghoon's waist, a gesture filled with affection and commitment. "Sunghoon, I want to be your wife," she expressed, her voice filled with sincerity. "But before we take that step, I have a request. Can we wait a little longer to be intimate? I'm currently on my period, my love."

Sunghoon remained silent for a moment, absorbing her words. With a tender smile, he responded, "Of course, Tabetha. There's no need to rush. Our love goes beyond physical intimacy." He carefully lifted Tabetha in his arms and carried her to her room within the magnificent castle in Romania, their newfound sanctuary.

Sunghoon led Tabetha to her room, revealing its cozy and inviting ambiance. "Here's your room, Tabetha. Rest up, as we have an exciting day planned for tomorrow," he shared warmly before preparing to leave the room. However, Tabetha couldn't help but express her confusion, saying, "But I thought newlyweds sleep together."

Sunghoon reached out and gently caressed her chin, locking eyes with her. "It's a tradition I must follow until our marriage date. After that, we can share the same sleeping quarters, alright?" he explained, giving her a playful eyebrow raise. Tabetha nodded and respectfully replied, "Yes, Sunghoon," bowing before him.

"And one more thing," Sunghoon added, a hint of seriousness in his voice. "Please call me Sunghoon. I prefer that over being addressed as 'sir,' unless it's related to disciplinary matters."

Tabetha gently tugged on Sunghoon's arm, pulling him closer as she planted a sweet peck on his lips. "Could we make an exception to the tradition, just for tonight?" she pleaded, her voice filled with desire. With a longing gaze, she began unbuttoning Sunghoon's shirt, her fingers delicately tracing along his chest.

Sunghoon, feeling torn, slowly pushed her back, trying to resist the temptation. "Tabetha, I can't," he responded, his voice filled with restraint. However, her words and touch had ignited a deep longing within him. He let out a sigh, cupping her face gently, and gave her passionate kisses, his tongue intertwining with hers.

Gradually, he guided her to a small lounge chair, carefully seating her on it. His desire matching hers, he removed her underwear completely, his eyes filled with an intensity of longing. "Can I taste you, my love?" he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and passion.

Taebetha pulls Sunghoon closer to her, her breath quickening in anticipation. Arousal throbbing between her legs, she speaks in a low voice, "Do whatever you like, Sunghoon." His hands slide up the length of her body, raising up her dress before his tongue slides over her entrance. She gasps aloud and her body bucks beneath his touch as pleasure surges through her veins. Sunghoon grips her thighs, intensifying the sensation cresting inside her until she cries out in ecstatic release.

She trembled as Sunghoon loosened his belt, his hands gently sliding it through the buckle with practiced ease. His hands then moved to his buttons, undone one at a time. His shirt slid off and he stood there in all his glory, illuminated by the late afternoon sun. 

He looked down at her, his eyes soft and gentle as he slowly lowered his pants. He stood there, his gaze never leaving hers, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. She looked into his eyes, searching for the answer to the question she dared not voice.

Sunghoon stepped closer to her, his voice low and gentle. "May I enter you?" He asked, and she could feel the heat radiating off his body. 

A slow nod was her only reply, and Sunghoon wasted no time in pushing himself into her. She gasped at the sudden intensity of the sensation, her hands contracting into fists against the sheets. He moved slowly at first, but gradually increased his pace, his hips slamming against hers and making her cry out in pleasure. 

She felt her head spinning, her body alive with sensation as they moved together. Sunghoon's movements became more and more passionate as his breathing grew heavier. She could feel her pleasure rising higher and higher until finally, she tumbled over the edge, her body shuddering in bliss. 

Sunghoon, too, seemed to lose himself in the moment, and soon she felt him calling out her name as he came. 

They stayed like that for a few moments, their bodies still joined, before Sunghoon finally rolled off and lay beside her.

Taebetha shifted her gaze towards her beloved, Mr. Sunghoon, who would soon become her husband. At first, when her mother revealed that she was going to marry a vampire, Taebetha was filled with uncertainty. The idea of being with a man who relied on killing others for their blood was unsettling, and it sent shivers down her spine. As she sat upright on her bed, she instinctively caressed the side of her neck, where droplets of blood now trickled down.

Tabetha's vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness washed over her like she had been drugged. Overwhelmed by the pain, she clutched her head and stumbled before collapsing lifelessly onto the floor, creating a resounding thud that echoed through the room. The sound caught Sunghoon's attention, and he swiftly rushed to her side. Taebetha's eyelids were shut tight, either due to exhaustion or fainting, and her breathing was shallow.

"Tabetha!"

 Sunghoon's voice reverberated with concern as he carefully lifted her and carried her back to the bed. Leaning his head against hers, he sought any sign of life, praying for her to still be breathing. Fortunately, her chest rose and fell, indicating that she was still alive, albeit disoriented and drained.

Sunghoon, realizing the impact of his actions, left the room, feeling an overwhelming sense of empathy wash over him..As Pedro trailed behind him, carefully monitoring his every move, he couldn't help but notice the weariness etched into his eyes.

"What's going on, Sunghoon?" Pedro asked with a look of confusion as Sunghoon hurriedly searched through his sleeping quarters, seemingly searching for a locked box.

Sunghoon frantically rummaged through his belongings, tossing items onto the floor in his haste. He finally found what he was looking for - a syringe.

"We should hurry before any changes occur."

Pedro waits for a moment before taking the syringe from Sunghoon's hand. He then respectfully bows to his master before heading into Taebeatha's room to administer the injection. As he watched, he noticed her wince in discomfort as the syringe was administered.

"It's almost over, miss," Pedro said with a concerned expression as he noticed her shaking from the effects of the injection.

As Pedro looked towards the door, he noticed Sunghoon standing there. He promptly got up and bowed to him, whispering something in his ear before leaving.

Sunghoon approached her with a composed demeanor, noticing that she appeared to have regained her composure after the intense emotional turmoil within her. Gently, he reached out and rested his hand on her rich, dark skin, delicately caressing her cheek. His gaze met hers, as he sought signs of vitality or vulnerability within her warm, brown Orbs.

He tried to gain her attention by snapping his fingers right in front of her face, despite her eyes remaining tightly shut due to the injection. Perplexed, he ran his fingers through his hair, puzzled as to why his spell wasn't having any effect. "What's happening? Why isn't it working?" he pondered, questioning himself. Casting another intense gaze into her eyes, he felt a gulp forming in his throat as he noticed her arm, devoid of life.

Time was running out, and he had to save her life. Failure was not an option, especially after failing to save his previous lover. Growing impatient, his eyes started to transform into a reddish hue, his fangs slightly revealing themselves. Succumbing to desperation, he sank his teeth into her skin, drawing her blood. However, even as he drank from her, there was no immediate response.

Gradually, her eyes began to flutter open, but her gaze shifted downward, fixing upon Sunghoon, who had traces of blood lingering on his mouth. 

As Tabetha stepped into the tub, a soothing cascade of hot water mingled with warm water enveloped her body, providing a sense of relaxation. Sunghoon joined her, entering the tub right after, and took a moment to glance at himself in the mirror. He carefully wiped away the remnants of blood from his mouth using a towel, his gaze then shifting to Tabetha as she began to cleanse her body, the water flowing over her skin.

Despite having recently indulged in Tabetha's delicious blood, Sunghoon found himself grappling with resurfacing sexual desires for her. He struggled to maintain self-control, knowing that his longing stemmed from the unique and enticing taste of her blood. It was an unfamiliar sensation, the desire to keep someone close solely for the pleasure their blood brought. Yet, he knew he must resist these urges and focus on their connection beyond the physical, as he cherished her presence beyond the confines of his thirst.

In the depths of Sunghoon's being, the seductive allure of Tabetha's blood continued to stir his primal instincts. The taste lingered on his lips, fueling a longing that was difficult to suppress. He fought an internal battle, torn between his insatiable desire and his genuine affection for her. As he gazed upon Tabetha, her body glistening with water in the dimly lit bathroom, his eyes betrayed his inner struggle. The lines between lust and love blurred, creating a potent cocktail of emotions within him. The connection they shared transcended mere physicality, and Sunghoon knew that succumbing to his desires would jeopardize what they could build together.

He mustered all his strength, forcing his eyes to meet hers. At that moment, he made a silent promise to himself to protect her, to cherish her not only for the intoxicating taste of her blood but for the person she was. With every fiber of his being, he fought to control his urges and channeled his energy into nurturing their emotional bond, knowing that their love went far deeper than any carnal desire could ever satisfy.

"Sunghoon," a voice echoed from the other side of the room, drawing Sunghoon's attention. He turned to see Tabetha, now standing there naked, her body on display. As he approached her, a surge of protective instinct washed over him. He reached out and handed her a towel, gently draping it around her curvy frame, ensuring her comfort and modesty.

"You know," she said, crossing her arms and arching an eyebrow, "if you could be more honest with me, it would help me trust you a bit more." Her words struck a chord within Sunghoon, causing a surge of conflicting emotions. The instant urge to lie surged through him, driven by the fear of revealing his darkest secrets. Throughout his existence as a vampire, he had faced judgment and persecution, leading him to hide in the shadows of both the immortal world and the harsh, unforgiving realm of humanity.

He leaned in closer, his breath gently brushing against her skin, causing her to gasp involuntarily. "If I were to reveal my true nature to you," he whispered, his voice tinged with both longing and uncertainty, "would you promise to bear a child for me?"

#ambw kpop #enhypen fanfic #stream bite me #kpop black reader #vampires #enhypen ambw #sunghoon is a red flag #might need to bring some holy water because the priest is just ugh in the next chapter #lord forgive me for my sins on writing this

[pennedbyeve]

Autumn days • two

Before I begin, I would like to thank those of you who showed love and support to the first chapter, I have been writing since the third grade, and the importance of representation is extremely important to me, so I am happy to know people are enjoying what I put out, happy start of fall y'all.

Alicia  

THE LIBRARY WAS HER FAVORITE PLACE, in addition to the coffee shop, the solitude, and the ambiance of the library was unmatched, she found herself in a corner darted off not near foot traffic, and she had the perfect view of the city and the afternoon sky from a large window, the colors of the maple leaves on the trees nearby were a rust colored, and her favorite a shade of burnt orange.  

 Mingi promised her he would help her today, since he was off, she never wanted to be a pest or a bother, but he insisted that he helped her with her love story, this was her pouring her heart out onto the paper, her characters, she had created and developed, and she oftentimes wondered if that her fictious world would ever measure up to her reality, of course she had been on dates in the past, but they were all flops – her dream was falling in love with her best friend, or someone she considered a companion, but since she was fairly new to the area, that was nearly impossible, but she held her breath in case something did happen. 

Moments later, after her daydream, MIngi finally at the library in contrast to his coffee shop uniform he had a striped sweater, a dark khaki pair of corduroy pants and some combat boots, he was dressed to impress that was for sure, he placed the drink carrier carefully on the light-colored wood. 

She stood up to give him a hug, though there was a slight height difference between the two of them her head rested comfortably on his stomach.

She stayed there for a few moments, before snapping back into reality. She pulled away, his cologne still lingering in her nose.

“I brought coffee, from what I gathered either writers like coffee a lot, or you just like coffee.” He chuckled.

“It’s a mix of both honestly but come get comfortable.” She motioned to the chair that was in front of her.

As he got situated in the chair, she looked in her purse pulling out the notebook and her pens, and the supplies she knew they would need.

She took a small sip of her coffee, before she started to work on her most recent scene, after a few minutes it felt like her mind was moving at the speed of light as she came up with magic.

“Okay, this is what I got.” She handed him her notebook, it felt like a piece of her was escaping, but there was something special of her showing him the hard work and dedication she had been putting out there  for the last few months.

She watched as he began to read it from the beginning, the battered pages, were all parts of her and her wildest imagination, so it was an unique feeling of allowing someone in, but there was something special about Mingi that she could not even shake even, if she tried.

“Wow.” That was the first thing he said, she looked at his face trying to gauge his reaction, she often knew that people would criticize every little thing, so her heart raced in anticipation.

“Was that a good wow or wow this bad?” She raised her eyebrow.

“You’re talented Alicia, and no I am not saying that either, the way you paint a picture with your words, is truly an art. I am rooting for the characters to be together in the end, I can see where the dilemma comes in though.” He stood up behind her after he handed her the notebook.

Her heart raced even more so with her standing behind her, but she kept it as cool as she possibly could.

She picked up her pen to begin writing, he guided her hand, “Okay, so this paragraph is worded funny, but I understand what you’re trying to say, but I think you can add some umph.” Feeling his hand on top of hers caused her breath to pick up.

“Okay I’ll add to it.” She nodded her head.

He was yet to move, she could not lie she was comfortable, with him being behind her.

“Also there is one spelling error let me see if I could find it again.” He flipped through the pages with his free hand, once he found it, she glided her hand yet again, he pointed to the word and she circled the word.

***

After a few minutes she corrected the errors she did have, she was glad to have him to read and help her draft this and craft this novel accordingly.

“Are you hungry?” He looked over at her, she looked at the time it was a little past one and she was shocked that the time was moving so quickly.

“A little bit, are you?”

He nodded his head, “I am, I know a spot where we can get good food. My treat.” He smiled, she could pinch herself it felt like everything was going well as friends with Mingi and she was grateful to know she had a friend in him.

Moments later, the two of them were at a restaurant, the smells of the unique blends of Korean cuisine filled her nose, she knew she was in for a treat as Mingi and the woman at the counter began to speak Korean to one another.

He turned to Alicia, “You ready?”

She nodded as the waitress guided the two of them to a seat outside with a view of the downtown city lights, everything was beautiful.

He handed her a menu, “Okay I recommend a lot of things, so I hope your stomach is ready, but first we can get some soju if you don’t mind drinking, I will make sure you get home in one piece I promise.”

She had always been interested in Korean culture, so this was something she was excited for.

“I trust you Mingi.”

The two of them had a great time and when they finally made it to Alicia’s apartment she was not ready to leave his company.

“When can I see you again?”

“I’m off on Wednesday.”

“Wednesday it is.”

#ambw kpop #song mingi x black reader #kpop black reader