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nirvanawrites111 · 10 months

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Claim Me (Sub!Minho x Dom!Reader)

Pairing: Minho x Reader

No pronouns used. y/n is AFAB

Word Count: 2209

Smut warning: Pegging, fingers, phone sex, orgasm denial, handjob, cum eating, very light degradation, Y/N is called mistress, Idol AU

Minors Do not interact, please and thank you!!

"Tell me... I'm yours, mistress, please." Minho whimpers through the phone.

He's trying his best not to wake anyone up in his house. Sure, he finally has his own room, but the walls are extremely thin. The last thing he needs is anyone hearing this conversation.

His hand is wrapped around his aching length. He wants nothing more than your hands tightly squeezing it until he oozes his release just to lick it off your hand.

You've made him like this. Never had he explored this type of desire with anyone else. But, with you, he opened himself completely to serve you and allow you to explore this side of him.

Minho strokes his length nice and slow as you instructed, even though he wants to speed up and come. So, he can sleep and rest for his show tomorrow.

The calmness and seductiveness laced in your voice are enough to tip him over the edge and push him to the limit. But, out of respect for you, he won't come until you tell him to.

"Minny, I've told you several times you aren't mine until I've had your ass," you explain calmly.

All Minho wants is to be yours and not belong to anyone else. He wants to be the source of all your pleasure and be exclusive with you.

But, he knows that he has to earn that spot. That isn't something that will just be given to him.

"Yes, mistress," Minho replies, still palming his dick and listening to your voice.

The thought of you pegging him has him throbbing. He wants to be bent over his bed with his hair in your hand and throwing it back on your strap. He wants that more than his next meal.

"Now, since you seem not to follow the rules. Stop touching yourself. We will pick up tomorrow when I come over to see Changbin, good night," you end the call without further explanation.

The call ends, and Minho lays back against his pillow. His eyes are up at the ceiling, and pre-cum oozing out the tip. Why do you have him so eager and thirsty for you? Sure, he can have anyone, but none hold a candle to you.

He takes a deep breath and sits up on the side of the bed. He grabs his underwear off the ground and looks down at his dick.

You will know if he masturbated, so he decides not to push the envelope further or cross that boundary. He puts it back on and sends you a text.

Minho: Good night, mistress. Thank you so much for your time. I promise tomorrow I will be good for you.

***

You know that you must deliver a hand-painted jacket to Changbin today, so you will be in to see Minho. It's been hard keeping this secret from Changbin.

Maybe, because you and Binnie used to be friends with benefits a while ago.

You know you want to explore with Minho, but you're unsure how you will accomplish this without Changbin finding out.

Sure, it would be easier for Minho to visit your place. But, with how nosey your roommate is, you would rather not chance it. You don't want him to have a scandal and lose everything because of you. So, you don't mind coming over to him.

You knock on the door, and Changbin answers. "What's good, Y/n?" Changbin asks you, and by the way, he's looking at you. He probably thinks you want him.

Changbin has a luxury Balenciaga tan sweater and black pants that perfectly hug his muscular thighs. Not to mention the Cuban link around his neck.

"Nothing. I got your jacket." You lift the bag to show him, and he invites you in.

"Perfect. You are a lifesaver," Changbin hugs you. His firm tone body feels good against yours. But, you can't help but imagine what Minho would feel like.

You sit in the living room, and Minho comes out in an oversized hoodie and tight boxer briefs. He walks into the kitchen. "Hey, Y//n," he greets you, but it is short and sweet.

"Hey," you reply.

"This is going to be perfect for my photo shoot, Y/n." Changbin is so engulfed in your artwork.

Changbin is busy trying on the jacket, and he goes to the bathroom down the hall to look at the details.

Minho comes into the living room with a blanket. He sits next to you. Now, this isn't the first time you've been over here. So, it's not like Changbin will think anything of it.

"Touch me, mistress," Minho whispers in your ear, and he's clearly horny for you.

"No moaning, either." You grab Minho's face, and you remove your jacket. Minho turns on the television.

Your hand goes under the covers and over his boxer brief. He's already hard for you, but you aren't surprised.

You hear Changbin on the phone arguing with someone. But, you don't care. Whatever it will take to buy you time with Minho is all that matters.

Your hand dances along his crotch, and you rub your palm against his hard-on.

You watch Minho's face to see if he will disobey you and moan. You tilt your head and give him a stern look.

He's been whining for weeks about how much he wants to be yours, but he has to be able to follow directions if he wants the privilege of being considered yours.

You feel a bit of pre-cum stain on the front of his underwear. You continue rubbing him until you feel the wet spot grow. You watch Minho swallow hard, trying his best not to moan, and it's cute. Commendable at best.

You remove the blanket from Minho's lap, and his eyes grow. "Mistress?" he whispers. "What are you doing?"

"You don't trust me?"

"I do... completely."

"I got you, don't worry."

You reach your hand into his underwear and stroke him fast. You like the slick sound of your hand rubbing him.

You use a bit of his pre-cum to make the interaction smoother.

Minho bites his lip, and he looks down at you working your hand faster. His breathing quickens, and his hips start to buck, but you hold him down with your other hand. You want to make this last as long as possible.

You can tell that he wants to moan your name so badly, and he appears to be fighting himself internally to be the obedient slut that you want.

"Moan for me," you taunt him.

Minho lets a low whimper as he enjoys your skillful stroke that he's thought about for weeks.

He's been dying for your soft and perfect touch against him. Feeling you connect with him like this is making his head spin. All while his roommate is in the other room.

"Mmm.. sounds so good, baby. Do you want to come?"

"Yess.. mistress." You can see the desire in Minho's eyes as he nods eagerly, desperate for release.

His body is tense, and his breathing is heavy as he edges closer to the brink of ecstasy.

You can feel his muscles tightening under your touch, and you know that he's close.

"Y/n?" Changbin yells from the other room.

"Yes?" you ask, but you don't stop stroking Minho. You want to finish the job. It's the least you can do. You can see how needy Minho is for your touch.

"Baby, I gotta go to the studio. I swear they can't do shit without me."

"Come," you lean over to Minho and whisper. You put your tongue in his ear as he comes all over your hand.

"Lick," you tell him to clean it off, and he does it perfectly.

You toss the blanket over him and move to the other end of the couch as you hear Changbin's footsteps approaching from the different rear of the apartment.

Changbin appears in the living room and grabs his keys off the wall. He comes over to you. "Can you wait for me?" Changbin asks.

Changbin is starting deep in your eyes; you know he wants a taste of you like old times.

"Of course. I'll be here."

"Perfect. Thanks again for the jacket. I'll see you soon," Changbin kisses you on the lips. He leaves out of the apartment.

You stand up and grab your leash out of your bag. You put on Minho's collar around his neck. "You did really good, baby. He didn't suspect a thing. Let's go."

"Thank you, mistress."

Minho gets on his hands and knees. You walk him into his bedroom and close the door behind you. You lock the door just to be sure.

You toss Minho onto the bed and stand over him. You want to do so much with him. But, those other things can happen another time. Right now, you only have time to fuck him.

"You've been training, right?" you question him. The last thing you want is for him not to enjoy his first time.

"Yes, mistress. I have my plug in now."

"Can I see?"

Minho removes his hoodie and then peels out of his cum-filled boxers. His body is perfect, and he turns around to show you he's indeed plugged.

"So, do you want me to claim you?"

"Yes, mistress." Minho nods.

You can feel your own excitement growing as you take in the sight of him.

You climb onto the bed and straddle him, running your hands over his chest and down to his hard dick.

You kiss him deeply, feeling his hands grip your hips tightly. You break the kiss and move to his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

As you go down to his chest, you take one of his nipples into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before moving to the other. Minho moans loudly beneath you, urging you on.

You continue down his body until you reach his plug, which is still firmly in place. You run a finger around it before slowly pulling it out, eliciting another moan from Minho.

"Please, mistress. Fuck me."

"Gladly. Let's start with a finger, first."

You stand back and grab the lube off his dresser. You unzip your skirt to reveal you're already wearing your strap. He stares at you with his eyes widened at the sight of it.

You apply the lube generously to your strap. You proceed to lube your fingers, so that you can feel him first. You tease his ass a bit with one finger. A cute moan escapes from his lips. You could listen to him moan all night like you've been for the last couple of weeks.

"How does it feel?" You ask him.

"Good.. I think I can take another."

You challenge his request and stick another finger inside of him. You move your fingers and lean down to kiss him. He looks so good sprawled out on his bed with a collar around his neck.

You can feel his body tensing up as you continue to work him with your fingers. His moans are getting louder and more desperate, and you can tell he's close to the edge.

"You are so naughty… about to come just from my fingers. I like this side of you."

You remove your fingers from him and pull his legs closer to you.

"Ready to be claimed?"

"Yessss." Minho whines out.

You position yourself at his entrance and slide into him inch by inch. "Relax, baby. I got you."

You could easily go rough on him, but you consider yourself gentler than most. You start slow to get him used to having someone inside of him.

As you continue to move in and out of him, you can feel his body start to respond. His muscles relax, and he begins to moan softly. You take this as a sign that he's ready for more, so you quickly pick up the pace.

Minho locks eyes with you, and shudders underneath as you set a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing him closer to the brink. He's writhing beneath you, completely at your mercy. You lean down and bite his neck as you pound into him relentlessly.

You don't want anyone else on your strap, just him.

As you move in and out of him, Minho's moans fill the room. You can feel his body tense up as he approaches his release. You quicken your pace, knowing he's almost there.

"God, you're so beautiful like this. Taking all of me like a good little slut."

"Am I your slut?" Minho innocently asks.

"Yes, all mine."

"This is all I ever wanted."

"Then come for me."

Leaning closer to Minho, you slip your tongue into his mouth, and he moans into your mouth as he comes. Minho's body shudders as he climaxes, his moans growing louder and more desperate. He comes hands-free just like you taught him to.

You pull out of him and lie next to him. You pull him into your arms. "You belong to me, Minny."

He nods, his breathing still heavy. "I belong to you," he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. You smile, running your fingers through his hair as he catches his breath.

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luvmyoui · 9 months

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PT2 OF HER FAVORITE PLS

am i still?(your favorite)

spiderwoman!ahn yujin x fem!reader, spiderwoman!yujin x felicia hardy (black cat) GP!YUJIN

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: cheating, violence, cursing, mentions of sex, self inflicted harm

word count: 6,822

a/n: i actually finished this a week ago but i js kept putting off proofreading bcz of how long this is😭😭😭 ALSO EVERYONE ASKING FOR A PT 2 SAY THANKS TO @second-daughter-of-clexa, FOR HELPING ME W THIS!!

The black cat and spiderwoman save the city together once again. could this relationship of theirs exceed just friends?

you rolled your eyes and turned off the tv, switching the channel was no use because it seemed that black cat and spiderwoman was all they talked about. you hated feeling this way, you knew you had no right to even doubt her, black cat was someone who helped her out. you should be thanking her, but instead all you could feel was jealousy, something that was very foreign to you.

you never had a reason to be jealous in the past, you were the one people were jealous of. much to your dismay though, you were now the one overcome with the emotion of jealousy. It didn't help that you were yujin’s first for everything, her inexperience in relationships led to you not being able to freely communicate with her (you liked to tell yourself it was that). you couldn't help but think that you were being unfair with her by doubting her relationship with one of her few friends. you feeling this way was the reason you could never get yourself to confront her about this topic.

yujin was never good at talking to people, this was one of the main reasons she was deemed a loser in school despite her good looks. when she became spiderwoman it was like becoming a new person, someone more confident, someone who could stand up for themselves. when yujin became friends with black cat, her confidence shot through the roof. someone as sexy as black cat was showing interest in her. although at the time black cat did not show any romantic or sexual interest in yujin, things changed quickly.

it started off with light brushes that could be excused as accidents, maybe her hand accidentally brushing against yujin’s bicep. small things like that. the small touches soon escalated though, the light brushes becoming bolder and escalating into lingering touches on places that wouldn't be deemed as appropriate had they stayed longer.

the red that tinted her face as black cat would whisper things into her ear made her start questioning things. on one hand, yujin felt amazing that someone this hot would make such advances. on the other, she doubted whether or not this was even appropriate for friends to do. surely this wasn't wrong? what was the issue if all they were doing was talking, flirting isn't cheating. seeing felicia as a close friend, yujin went to her with these worries and was immediately reassured. they weren't having sex, her girlfriend shouldn't have a problem with what she was doing.

when the lingering touches expanded into small gropes is when yuijn started to feel like what they were doing was wrong. yujin knew that touching her dick was reserved for only her girlfriend. If this was so then why was felicia touching it? although it was just small squeezes through her pants surely this couldn't be right. this time she went to another friend, harry. harry had been her friend since before she was spiderwoman so surely he’d give good advice.

“uhh harry i need your advice on something.” yujin said, scratching the back of her neck as she sat down on harry’s bed.

“sure, what is it?”

“okay, so you know how I'm dating y/n right?”

“yeah….?”

“okay well i have this other friend whos like smoking hot-” yujin started but was soon cut off by harry’s question

“how hot are we talking about?”

“super fucking hot, like shes hella pretty and has such big boobs bro, her body is so fucking sexy. anyways though, we’re getting off topic. she keeps making moves on me, like she’ll ‘accidently’ brush her boobs on me, and she keeps touching my dick.” yujin explained, air quoting accidently.

“holy shit dude, can we trade lives! how the fuck do you have all these hot girls on your dick?!”

“bro I don't know, isn't it like cheating or something like she keeps on touching my dick and like flirting with me.”

“dude no way! you have two girls tryna jump your bones bro you have to take advantage of this situation. plus, unless you stick it in her pussy it aint cheatin.” harry said, encouraging his friend.

after this conversation with harry yujin felt over the moon, he was so right. why was she worrying about her girlfriend when she had such a hot girl in front of her. with her newfound confidence from her talk with harry, yujin found herself reciprocating the advances felicia made on her. of course she didn't do much as she still knew her boundaries and that she had a girlfriend, but a little fun wouldn't hurt. yujin's advances consisted of nothing more than flirting back and maybe a little groping here and there.

“It's been a long day you know, why don't you come over for a bit?” felicia said as she looked up at yujin while feeling the muscles in yujin’s arms which had now become prominent due to the exertion.

“I gotta get home though, my aunt’s probably waitin on me…..” yujin trailed off

“it’s already pretty late, i don't think she’d mind waiting a little longer. you can just tell her you got held up.” felicia said, ending her argument with a small squeeze to yujins dick.

groaning at the action, yujin decided that that was convincing enough and put an arm around felicia’s waist to web them both to felicia’s house. yujin soon arrived at the familiar building which contained felicia’s flat. yujin had been to felicia’s flat many times before, but never for this reason. In fact yujin and felicia had never gone further than groping and flirting.

as they stood at the door of felicia’s flat, yujin couldn't seem to ignore the small voice in the back of her head telling her this was wrong. yujin wasn't a baby, she knew that all she was doing with felicia was wrong, she knew what they were gonna do was terrible. she just chose to ignore the thoughts that faced her with reality. she chose to use harry’s advice as an excuse.

It was selfish really, she wasn't like this before, she despised cheaters. your ex had cheated on you multiple times and yujin hated him for it, she hated him for doing something so cruel to someone as amazing as you.

It wasn’t until felicia was on her knees with yujin’s cock freed from the confines of her pants and now in felicia’s mouth that yujin started to doubt what she was doing. ‘no but harry said….’ was what she said to herself pushing down the thoughts that what she was doing was wrong.

“fuck it, im already doing it. might as well enjoy it.” she mumbled to herself before clearing her mind of thoughts and letting pleasure overtake her.

yujin had never been this rough with someone, especially not to the person sucking her off. she didn't know where it came from but she was filled with rage. why did felicia have to be such a slut and seduce her, this was all felicia’s fault. never in her life had yujin said such degrading things to anyone but she couldn't seem to stop the words from leaving her mouth.

sucked up by her thoughts, yujin lasted much longer than she ever had, and soon enough when she opened her eyes it was y/n she saw on her knees. ‘seeing’ y/n yujin suddenly snapped back to reality, pulling her dick out of felicia’s mouth and shoving it back into her pants.

“fuck, this was a mistake, i have a girlfriend.” yujin said before leaving through the window, not allowing a response from felicia.

tears clouded her vision as she webbed around, the thought of your face utterly heartbroken when you found out was all yujin could think of. yujin had become the one thing she hated most: a cheater, and she was the only one to blame for this. soon enough, yujin found herself at your bedroom window pulling it up and letting herself inside.

“hey you, i was waiting.” you said eyes still on the assignment you had on your desk.

more tears flowed out of her eyes at the thought that while she was out with another girl you were here waiting on her. she was the worst, she hated herself so much. she needed to tell you what she had done, she had committed the worst crime and the guilt weighed heavy in her heart. yujin was never good at secrets. she felt butterflies in her stomach, usually she loved the feeling of them, it always followed with a warm feeling in her chest. not this time though, it was like the butterflies were trying to eat their way out of her stomach. she wanted to throw up, she felt disgusted with herself.

not hearing a response you turned towards your window and felt your heart drop at what you saw. yujin was on your window sill, face buried in her hands, water leaking from in between her fingers. you immediately got up and went to embrace yujin, you didn't get a response from her, her face still in her hands as you whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

abruptly yujin broke away from your embrace and before you could question it she ran to the bathroom connected to your room. she collapsed next to the toilet and began to empty the contents of her stomach into it. you sat down next to her and gently swept her hair away from her face holding it into a makeshift ponytail as you rubbed her back.

you didn't know if it was because she was vomiting or if it was something you did but she burst out into tears again when you started touching her. you didn't know what was going on but you continued to try your best to comfort her. she soon stood up from the toilet, flushed it, rinsed out her mouth, and then silently walked to your bed, curled up into a ball, and continued to cry.

you slowly approached her and sat down next to her on the bed, you started to rub her back and asked if she wanted to talk about it. she removed the arms covering her face slowly and looked up at you, the sight of her broke your heart. It was one you never wanted to see again, her eyes puffy and red with tear streaks lining her cheeks. her mouth was drawn into a frown and her eyes looked terrified, you never wanted to see her like this again. It was too heartbreaking.

she cautiously sat up and removed your hand from her and held it in her own contemplating. she slowly raised your hand and as hard as she could she brought it down on her face. the action shocked you, the slap having been so hard her face turned and the red handprint now marking her face. you tried to snatch your hand away not wanting to hurt her but she was much stronger than you. she repeated the action multiple times, just slapping herself using your hand, you turned your face away not being able to look. you could feel the wetness of her still running tears on your hand and could feel your hand start to sting from the impact.

“yujin please, stop!” you exclaimed your own tears now flowing.

seeing and hearing you yujin immediately dropped your hand now starting to pull at her own hair while murmuring sorrys. you didn't know what had gotten into her, when you finally turned to face her you were horrified by the sight, her lip was bloodied and her face now turning a shade of purple. maybe if it was someone else you would have been scared but right now all you could feel was distress. yujin was hurt, you never wanted to see yujin hurt.

“yujin STOP!” you exclaimed, grabbing onto her hands and detangling them from her hair, to bring them to your face.

you knew she could easily break away from you but she didn't, you knew she wouldn't. not when you were this upset.

yujin didn't know what to do, she wanted you to hurt her. she wanted to be beaten black and blue by your hands, maybe that would ease the guilt. she knew nothing could atone for what she had done but at least this way she would be getting hurt along with you.

yujin prayed that this was all a bad dream, that she hadn't really gone and cheated. she knew that once the trust between you two was gone it may never come back. she didn't know what to do, she wanted to tell you so bad but she didn't want to say it aloud, she didn't want to make it real. she had this feeling burning in her stomach, the feeling you get when you’ve done something so bad you can't tell whether it's a dream or not. the dizziness that makes you feel that maybe if you get pinched you’ll wake up.

but this wasn't a dream, this was real, the blood running down her lip being a confirmation if anything. she wanted you to yell at her, tell her she was terrible, that she was the worst person ever. but knowing you, you definitely wouldn't. you were too nice to ever do that.

“im so fucking sorry, i didnt mean to i swear i-i- i just- i dont know im such a bitch fuck please- just hit me, yell at me, please.” yujin said, struggling to get a sentence out due to her labored breathing.

she couldnt breath, she couldn't seem to get air to enter her lungs causing trouble in her speech. this frustrated her to no end, she was so mad at herself for not being able to get full sentences out. why couldn't she stop crying long enough to talk properly?

“baby…” you trailed off, a deep frown on your face seeing yujin’s state. “you don't have to talk right now babe, let's just sleep for now. today must have been hard, you need your rest.” you continued the frown only getting deeper.

your sentence only seemed to set off more tears, what you said had reminded her of what felicia had told her not too long ago. reminding her of the crime she had committed.

seeing that nothing you said or did was helping you laid down on the bed and pulled yujin down with you. you held her face against your chest and felt her curl up next to you wrapping her arms around your waist as she held you close. the feeling of her whole body shaking as she sobbed into your chest made you want to cry.

you continued to gently stroke her hair until her breathing evened out and the shaking of her body stilled. you felt the tears running down your own face, she was finally asleep but you seemed to be restless. you had a terrible feeling in your stomach, you weren't sure if you wanted to know what she had done that was so terrible.

you slowly removed yourself from yujin before carefully getting out of bed and going to your closet. you pulled out your longest shorts and a shirt of hers that you had stolen, none of your normal clothes would fit her. you carefully removed the blue and red suit from yujin’s body and changed her clothes as cautiously as you could. you didn't want to wake her and risk her not falling asleep again. you hid her suit in your closet, the same place you always put it when yujin fell asleep before changing. you laid back in bed and immediately felt yujin curl up into you, and before you knew it you had also fallen asleep.

you awoke the next morning to the smell of pancakes, you found this weird since your dad wasn't home for the week. you went down the stairs to further inspect the origin of this scent and once you reached the kitchen you found yujin there, making pancakes.

“good morning babe.” yujin said her back still towards you as you neared her.

you contemplated bringing up last night but out of fear for another outburst you kept your thoughts to yourself. the last thing you wanted was to upset her.

“morning” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder.

you left light kisses along what was exposed of yujin’s neck as she continued to flip the pancake on the pan. after she deemed the pancake fully cooked, yujin shut the stove and turned around in your arms. she leaned in and pecked your lips, a smile on her face. a smile that contradicted what she was currently feeling inside.

although acting as if nothing had happened, yujin’s stomach was filled with moths. the butterflies that once occupied her stomach around you had blossomed into moths. moths that wouldn’t leave no matter how much she urged them out.

she hated this. she hated secrets, she was terrible at keeping them and she hated to. especially secrets from you, keeping secrets from you was never something she wanted. she wished she could just spit it out, but she couldn’t. she just couldn’t.

although the inner turmoil was almost eating her alive, yujin still kept a smile on her face. where she wanted to cry and have you beat her she smiled and pretended nothing was wrong.

feeling your soft palm caressing her bruised cheek brought a blush to her face. you stood on the tips of your toes and slowly left a soft kiss there. she saw the sadness in your eyes as you softly touched the bruise after having your feet return to the floor. she wanted to cry, the bruise only serving as a reminder of what had happened.

she willed the tears back, only allowing them to rest at her water line. she couldn’t cry, not now. you seemed to notice the tears that were on the edge of falling. you frowned as you noticed yujin still had a smile on her face despite that obviously not reflecting her feelings.

when yujin felt like she couldn't hold the tears in for longer she leaned her head down and rested it on your shoulder. her hands held your waist and pulled you closer. no noise escaped her, she just needed those tears out. when she felt they had dried she once again raised her head and smiled at you.

“let's eat now, shall we?” yujin said, letting her hands drop, one of them grabbing onto your hand.

she led you to the table, the plate of pancakes in one hand and yours in the other. she had you sit down and then went to the cabinet and took out some syrup. the both of you only ate syrup so she didn’t see the need to take out butter. she sat down next to you after setting the syrup down on the table and started to eat.

you poured syrup on your pancakes and ate them, what had happened that was so terrible? you took the hint that she didn't want to talk about it but it worried you. yujin had never acted this way, this type of behavior from her was very foreign. the thought she didn't feel comfortable enough to talk to you about what had happened kept bothering you. had you done anything to make her feel that way?

“are you not hungry?” yujin asked, pulling you from your thoughts on what you had done wrong. you looked down to your plate and noticed that you had only eaten a couple of bites.

“i’m not that hungry right now, but the pancakes are the best i've had.” you shot her a bright smile after the compliment.

yujin beamed at the compliment and got up from her seat at the table, picking up both of the plates. you tried to insist that you should do the dishes because she had made the food but yujin was not having it. after washing the dishes yujin suggested going to a fair, and you obviously agreed.

yujin’s gestures didn't stop there though, the whole entire week yujin had been the best she had ever been. not that she had treated you even remotely bad previously in your relationship, but she had been going above and beyond. she would show up at your door daily with flowers and showered you with gifts and affection. you didn't know why she was doing this but you couldn't say you hated this, anyone would love this kind of treatment.

“mmh y/n you should really try this, it's superrr gooood.” harry slurred out leaning onto you and holding out a red solo cup.

you were currently at a party, you only attended because it was one of your friends who was hosting. all of your friends had came with you but when you arrived they left to be with their boyfriends leaving you with harry.

harry osborn, he was yujin’s best friend since they were in kinder. yujin was originally going to come to the party with you but she couldn't attend last minute, due to there being a burglary. she promised to arrive later but for the meantime she had sent harry in her place.

you didn't respond to harry, only shrugged him off of you and went to the kitchen.

“heyyy yujin, so what happened with that really hot girl that you were flirting with? did you guys finally fuck or are you guys still only touching eachother?” harry slurred as he followed you.

what he said made you stop in your tracks, “what did you just say….?” you asked slowly, turning around.

your response to what he said made harry's eyes widen and seemingly sobered him up.

“y-y/n… i- i that’s not what i meant, s-someone was just bothering yujin. it was j-just one sided flirting, not on yujin’s part.” harry said in a panic as he tried to clean up what he had said.

“that's not what you said, you said yujin was flirting and that they were- touching each other?” you said stopping in between what you said, questioning what he meant.

“c’mon, you know how people say stupid things while drunk. yujin loves you, she would never.” harry said, trying to bullshit his way out of this. unluckily for him, you weren't stupid.

“so yujin- cheated…?” you said your voice wavering at just the thought, tears filling your eyes. you knew harry wouldn't confirm it, only deny so you didn't see the need to continue to listen to his lies.

“no, she didn't, please believe me y/n!” harry tried to say but had to yell it seeing as you had ran away.

harry had said it loud enough for everyone to have heard it, even over the music. it caused a sudden silence, even the music stopping while everyone directed their gazes to you. your friends, having heard this, came up to you and surrounded you asking what had happened.

“s-she ch-cheated!” you exclaimed through your tears.

they didn't need to ask who because they all knew only one person could cause this reaction out of you.

“I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch.” your closest friend chaewon said in a low voice.

you shook your head side to side through the tears, even after knowing what she had done you didn't wish for her to get hurt. no matter how much she had hurt you, you would never wish for her to be hurt.

“what happened y/n?” another one of your friends asked, you could hear the frown in her voice.

“harry was really drunk and he said, and I quote ‘heyyy yujin, so what happened with that really hot girl that you were flirting with? did you guys finally fuck or are you guys still only touching eachother?’ and then i was like w-what did you say and he tried to make up some bullshit excuses saying that he didn't mean it.” you said in between hiccups, explaining all that had happened.

your story only seemed to fuel your friends’ anger, you were surprised there wasn’t smoke coming out of chaewon’s ears with how red she was.

“when i see that motherfucker it’s on fucking sight.” chaewon said and the rest of your friends nodded in agreement. “she wont be going home without a broken bone.” jiwon added

you could only smile in endearment, despite your sadness, your friends loyalty to you made you smile.

while on her way home, yujin received a message from harry saying that y/n knew what had happened between her and felicia. she could only curse at him for revealing the truth that she so desperately wanted to hide. her original plan was to go home, change, then go to the party but that was no longer an option. yujin didn't think she had ever been this stressed.

when she arrived home, yujin changed and went down to her aunt and uncle's room.

“uhh uncle, can i talk to you for a minute?” yujin saw this as a last resort, she needed someone to give her advice.

“yeah sure, what’s up?” he said after your aunt exited the room.

“I uh i messed up big time, i- uh you know about my girlfriend y/n?”

“yeah, what about her?”

“i uh, i kinda cheated on her. but i didn't even kiss her or have sex with the other girl.” yujin added after seeing her uncles eyes widen

“well if you didn't kiss or have sex with her then how would you cheat?” her uncle said, seeming to think that yujin hadnt cheated.

“uh, she uh- the other girl i mean, she kinda uh gave me a blowjob… but i uhm- i didnt finish at least.” yujin said, a blush dusting her face, she never would have wanted to reveal this to her uncle.

In response yujin’s uncle just let out a heavy sigh, visibly disappointed in her actions.

“well buddy, I don't think there’s much you can do to fix this. you were completely sober when you made the decision to cheat. there's nothing you can do other than tell her and hope for forgiveness.”

“uhm about that… she found out, not by me…” yujin trailed off scratching the back of her neck.

“well uh, you’re fucked. here's some advice for you though, if you've ever done something bad it's much better for you to say it yourself rather than someone else to.”

“but then what do i do now?”

“just talk to her, tell her the truth. don't leave anything out.”

soon after finding out what yujin had done, jiwon called off the party, and insisted that you stay over at her home. you declined though much to your friends’ dismay, saying that you’d have to face her sooner or later. so here you sat, on your bed scrolling through instagram. you refused to cry in front of her. you knew she’d come over the moment she found out you knew and you werent gonna cry over the mistake she had made.

soon enough, yujin was at your window pulling it up and letting herself in. you didnt look up at her, you didn't want it to seem like you cared.

“look y/n i dont expect you to forgive me but i just really want a chance to explain, please.” yujin said, ready to beg for just a chance to explain.

“what’s there to explain, you’ve been cheating on me, that’s probably why you’ve been spoiling me.” you let out a breathy laugh void of humor “wow, i’m so fucking stupid, to think it was because you cared.”

“baby please, let me explain. you’ve got it all wrong.” yujin said, trying her best not to cry.

seeing how desperate she was you couldn't find it in you to say anything more, you still cared for her, no matter what she did. you shot her an expecting look and yujin took it as a sign for her to explain.

“so uh- you remember that night around a week ago when i was really upset?”

your eyes softened as you recalled that night, even the thought of it bringing sorrow. you gave her a small nod, waiting for her to continue.

“so uhm before that night you know black cat? well she um she kept on flirting with me but um i didn't really mind it because obviously it didn't really matter to me and they were just words. but uh yeah it became a problem when she started touching me, at first it wasnt really anything. just things that could be written off as accidents so i ignored it but then she started to uhm touch my uh my dick.” yujin said blushing at the mention of her dick

“but uh anyways, i obviously knew that only you should be touching that area because you're my girlfriend. so then i went to harry, and i asked him what to do and asked if it was cheating but he said that it ‘wasn't cheating unless you stick it in her pussy’ and that i should be really happy that two hot girls wanted me and that i should take advantage of this situation.” yujin said, blaming harry.

“that fucking bitch.” you seethed, ready to deck him the next time you saw him.

“but uh yeah, so then um i just like didn't stop her from groping me and then one day she was like ‘come back to my place it's been a hard day’ and because harry said that it was only cheating if it was in her pussy i agreed. but when we got there she tried to kiss me but i didn't let her because my lips are only for you but um…. she- we- uh she gave me a blowjob but it felt so wrong that i couldn't do it. i couldn't cum because all I could think of was you so i told her that it was a mistake and that i had a girlfriend and then left.” yujin paused trying to gauge your reaction but when she realized she wouldn't get it she continued.

yujin knew that her uncle told her not to leave things out but going against his words she purposely left out multiple things. telling you that she reciprocated what felicia was doing wouldn't help anyone.

“so then that day that i came to your home upset, it was after i left black cat and i was so mad at myself. I felt so disgusted that i even let her touch me and believe me, after what i did no one hates me more than i do. and um- that night i was trying to tell you what had happened. even that morning, i wanted to tell you while we ate but i couldn't bring myself to. almost as if, if i said the words aloud it'd all become true. i- i’m so fucking sorry, i know i fucked up but i love you and ill do anything to stay with you.” yujin begged, she wouldn't be able to handle you leaving her.

“why didn't you talk to me about what black cat was doing?” you asked anger seeping through your voice

“I couldn't, you already didn't like her, even if you never said it i know you. and harry’s my only friend other than black cat, there’s no one else I could have consulted.” yujin explained, answering your question and your next one.

“well, i don't know what you want me to say, it's an undeniable fact that you cheated. as much as i want to i can't just ignore that, i had trust in you but now i- i don't know. i- i just need some time to think, for now at least i just need some time alone.” you said, the anger in your voice replaced with defeat. you couldn't find it in you to be mad at her, not after what you saw her go through that night, you saw how much she regretted it.

“i’ll wait however long you need. but uh- before the break starts, please can you just kiss me. just once, please.” yujin pleaded.

with the intent to fulfill her request you got up from your bed and walked towards her. you reached up and wrapped your arms around her neck, hers lacing around your waist. you pulled her down and slowly placed your lips on hers. for the first few seconds you two didn't move, simply reveling in the feeling of each other's lips.

yujin wasn't sure when she’d get to kiss you again so she planned to make the most of it. you could feel the tremble of yujin’s lips as they glided along yours. the way her hands gripped onto your waist, almost like if she were to loosen her grip you’d disappear. she loved you dearly, with all that she was, she loved you. as her tongue explored the depths of your mouth it hit her, this might be the last time she did this. if it was possible, her grip on you tightened and she pulled you closer, not leaving any space in between the two of you.

the burn in her lungs from lack of oxygen was starting to intensify, but she didn't care. she didn't want it to end, not this soon. but soon enough the lack of oxygen was too much for you to bear so reluctantly you pulled away. you rested your forehead against hers and gazed into her eyes. your soft pants for air fanning over her lips. you didn't need any words, a mutual understanding shared through your gazes.

it was over, for the time being at least.

The black cat and spiderwoman’s relationship confirmed?

what followed the headline was a video of black cat flirting with yujin. you couldn't help but wonder if taking a break was a mistake, what if she didn't wait? what if she left you for black cat? these questions plagued your mind, you knew that you were lucky to have yujin, she was very attractive, and not only that she was such a sweet person.

you couldn't help but wonder if you had made the wrong call. sure yujin wasnt responding to the constant flirting of black cat but that didn't help to ease your doubts.

yujin on the other hand, wasn't in the best situation either. after the break was initiated she refused to leave her room for days, spending them crying over you. it was felicia who had come to yujin’s home and coaxed her out. yujin had told felicia honestly what had happened and how she didn't want anything with her.

felicia accepted this, although accepting though, felicia kept flirting with yujin. yujin didn't see a problem with it though because she knew that it was simply friendly flirting. yujin didn't flirt back and would just roll her eyes from under her mask in response to the flirting. yujin had long accepted that flirting was a personality trait of felicia’s.

though having caused a wedge in between you and yujin, she held no resentment towards black cat. if anything yujin was grateful towards felicia, the one who forced her out of bed. she considered felicia a very close friend and had nothing but gratitude towards the other girl.

your eyes were glued to your phone, you refused to turn on the tv and hear more news about yujin and the black cat. you had tuned out all noise keeping your focus on the video you were watching. the sound of your window opening snapped you out of your daze. it had been weeks since you heard the familiar scrape of your window as it was lifted.

your head turned towards your window looking to see who was there. a gasp escaped your mouth at what you saw. yujin was squatted on your window sill holding onto her abdomen. yujin had big hands, but they were not big enough to fully cover the gash on her side. her suit had rips all over it and you could tell by the swelling she would have a black eye.

you immediately ran over to where she was and she fell over into your arms. you helped her walk over to your bed and then sat her down. you told her to wait for a minute and rushed through your drawers until you found your first aid kit.

although not being as qualified as an actual one, you had been yujin’s personal little doctor. due to her being spiderwoman, she couldn't really go to a hospital so she usually came to you. because of this little arrangement you had studied up a little on how to attend to injuries.

you slowly inspected the gash and noticed that it was pretty deep but thankfully it hadnt hit anything important and with the right care it’d probably heal fine. you grabbed a small towel and applied pressure to the wound, you kept it there until the bleeding had stopped. you told yujin to hold onto it as you looked through the first aid kit for ointment. you quickly ran to the bathroom and washed your hands with soap thoroughly.

you came back with a wet washcloth in hand and then kneeled in front of yujin. you went to take away the towel that was pressed against her injury but you were cut off by her voice.

“i’m getting major deja vu right now.” yujin said, her voice suggestive as she looked down at you on your knees.

you flushed at what she was insinuating and muttered a small shut up before going back to attending to her wound. after you wiped away the residual blood you went to apply ointment to the injury. after putting on the ointment you stopped, yujin had never gotten an injury this bad and you honestly had no idea what to do.

“should i just wrap it up now?” you had never dealt with a wound like this, you were clueless on what to do. you knew that the only reason yujin wasn't losing an insane amount of blood and was still conscious was due to her having accelerated healing. but it was for that reason that you had no clue on what to do.

“you’re the doctor here, how should i know.”

at this response you simply shrugged your shoulders and took out some gauze. you carefully wrapped it around her abdomen until the roll was finished. you went to stand up after dressing her wound but you were stopped by her looking at you expectantly. you rolled your eyes and let out a small chuckle knowing exactly what she wanted.

you reclaimed your position on the floor and left a soft kiss on top of the gauze covering her injury. after doing that you stood up, leaned down, and then left another kiss on her eye that was swelling. when you pulled away from her you could practically feel the satisfaction in her.

you walked over to your closet and pulled out some oversized clothes and threw them in her direction. you knew she could, but with her injury being on her abdomen you didn't want her to change herself. you walked back over to her and pulled her hero suit off of her, replacing the clothing with more comfortable pieces.

you laid back in your bed next to her, the both of you just staring at the ceiling in silence.

“do you miss me like i miss you? fucked around and got attached to you. friends can break your hearts too and i’m always tired but never of-” yujin’s out of tune singing was quickly interrupted by your groan.

“why are you like this?” you said in mock exasperation.

“i'm always tired but never of you, if i pulled a you on you you wo-” yujin continued, a wide grin on her face.

“please for the love of god stop!” you groaned, you would never admit it, but you loved it when she did stupid things like this.

“hmm, i guess a kiss could shut me up.” yujin said, a finger on her chin as if she was in deep thought.

“and what makes you think you deserve a kiss?” you questioned turning around on your side to face her.

she turned her head to face you and pouted, “i got injured after saving the city, i deserve it for my hard work.” yujin whined

you slowly leaned in, your lips ghosting over hers, “only because you're my favorite hero.” you breathed out before pressing your lips into hers.

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Hey gurrl I'm new to your blog I absolutely love you stories and was wondering if I could ask one for cha eunwoo I can find an blk female book on him and it frustrating 😭😭

Well the company there are in is hybe

Cha eunwoo is a well established idol and actor while yn is still a trainee that eunwoo fell in love with and as been flirting with but she is an oblivions person so until he told her before she knew. Cha eunwoo age same as current while since yn is a trainee I would say 18

Soo sorry for the long ass quest😘🙏🏾

a/n: omg sorry it took me forever to freaking get to this! Please forgive me. I wrote this in one night so I didn't have much time to check for grammar so I'm deeply sorry for any mistakes.

Eunwoo waits for you after practice. Every day. Always at the door. He waits. The other trainees would playfully poke fun singing KISSING the nursery rhyme as they walk out giggling passing the older male. You're sweaty, your limbs feel like jelly and a tired smile smoothes onto your face every time you see Eunwoo. And damn he loves your smile. It reminds him of the early days of summer when the weather still felt a little nicer.

Sometimes you and Eunwoo didn't need to speak. There was that silent talk that said more. When his eyes said more too but you never notice the way he looked at you. The little pleading behind his dark eyes for you to look at him a little longer and the little hint of love hidden in his irises for you to find.

There's a close enough space between you and Eunwoo as you walk beside him. He intentionally lets the back of his hand brush against yours, just that brief moment of skin-to-skin contact was enough for him though he craved more than that.

“Practice go well?”

“I kept getting the steps wrong again and the teacher scolded me.” you pouted.

Eunwoo pets your head. “Do you want to practice with me?”

He knew the dance by heart. He sometimes watched in on you and other trainees to see how you were progressing.

“Oh...No I know you're super busy preparing for your new drama. I don't want to bother you."

“You won't be,” he said. “You just need someone to fully break everything down to you.”

“Thanks. I'd really appreciate that.”

For you, Eunwoo doesn't mind doing things like this even if his schedule is going to be super busy. He can always make the time for you.

Eunwoo took you to your favorite cafe, down the street from the company's building. Instead of you ordering for yourself, Eunwoo orders for you, knowing your drink combo by heart.

You never had any real friends growing up, even with the other trainees you've been with for almost a year, you still weren't sure if you could consider them friends. But with Eunwoo, you consider him to be your best friend. You and he did the things best friends do, talk in the way best friends do, send TikTok videos back and forth, with “Lol this reminds me of you.” or “This is so us.”

Eunwoo pays for your drink like he always does. And you would shove your money at him to take it. He never does. He's a good friend.

It's when you're both sitting outside the cafe, enjoying the nice weather that Eunwoo is staring at you, watching you drink from your cup. He's staring so long that you become a little insecure.

You choke on a laugh asking, “W-Why are you staring?”

“Staring?” Eunwoo's thick dark brown cock's up.

“Yeah...At me.”

“I'm not starting.”

“You're doing it now.”

“I'm not.” Then he looks away down at his drink while folding the corners of a white paper napkin that's under his cup. “You, um... You look really pretty today.”

You laughed. He expected that. Your voice carries with the slight breeze that pushes by. “I'm not.” You said. “And after sweating all day, I'm surprised you don't think I smell.”

You raise your arm to get a whiff of yourself. Not so bad.

Eunwoo lets himself look at you. But don't full-blown stare at you. He tries to focus on the small things on you; like the yellow mustard stain on the front of your baby blue crop top that you tried your hardest to clean after lunch, then he looks at the lavender scrunchie on your wrist that he gave you back in April, you always wore it as good luck. He looks at the baby hairs on your arm. Then lastly, at the scar on your chin, you had gotten when you were five from your older cousin.

“Even after practice, you're still pretty,” he said.

Now that you think about it. This was Eunwoo's first time calling you pretty and you weren't sure why that coming from him made you feel like you were dancing on your tippy toes.

“You never called me pretty before.”

But he has a billion times in his head.

“Y/n, just accept my compliment.” he smiles. Of course he wanted to move along with the whole pretty thing because damn he wouldn't be able to explain why he thought you were pretty.

Or maybe he could. Or maybe he couldn't.

If someone were to ask him to name the five things he thought were pretty about you, he'd say, “Five isn't enough.”

“Why am I suddenly pretty?” You pressed him playfully.

Eunwoo rips the corner of the napkin under his drink, balls it in a tiny ball, and throws it at your face.

“Did I say pretty?”

“You did.”

“Hmm, I think you misheard me.”

“I didn't.”

“I think you did.” he laughs.

“Why are you denying it now?”

“Denying what?”

“That you called me pretty?”

“Did I call you pretty?”

“Eunwoo, stop messing with me,” you whined.

He winks at you getting up from the table and grabbing his cup and napkin. “I always thought you were pretty. I just never dared to actually say it out loud.” he walks away from the table.

You hop up grabbing your cup as you rush alongside Eunwoo. Slapping your hand out over his forehead, you checked for a fever.

“No fever,” you mumbled. Your hand fell away. “Do friends usually find their friends pretty?”

“Yeah, all the time,” Eunwoo said.

Yeah, but calling your friend pretty while you were in love with them was a different kind of pretty.

“Oh,” you said. You threw your cup in a trash can and so did Eunwoo.

“I think you're just as pretty.”

Eunwoo's face warms up. “D–Don't say that.”

“It's true though. Like your visuals are killer.” You gushed over him and damn, that made him want to stop walking and kiss you.

The walk back to the company was short. Your day wasn't over yet since you had vocal practice in the evening that lasted way later than you wanted to. You and Eunwoo linger in the company's lobby for a few minutes, just talking.

“I want to tell you something before you go,” Eunwoo said.

“Oh, What is it?”

Eunwoo looks around at the few people walking through the lobby, he grabs your hand pulling you to a more private area without listening ears. His heart beats a little faster. His hands get a little sweaty. His words are a little stuck now.

“I like being your friend.”

“Eunowoo, I like being your friend too!” you smiled up at him. And that man could have melted in his shoes.

“Being friends is nice, but I don't think I want to be friends anymore,” he said quietly.

“Did I do something wrong?” There's a creak in your voice.

Eunwoo cups your face with his warm hands that burn at your cheeks. “Of course not, Y/n.”

“Then why don't you wanna be friends anymore?”

“Because....” he paused. “I want something more with you than just a friendship.”

“What do you mean?”

Eunwoo playfully rolled his eyes. “I want us to be together.”

“We're together now.”

He laughs. “No, like I want us to be together together.”

“As in....” You trailed off.

“Boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Ooooh like that.” you smiled warmly.

“Yeah. Like that,” he said. “I've always been in love with you.” it's the way he says it that felt like a soft landing.

“You have?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

“Since when?”

“The first time you smiled and said hello to me.”

Falling in love with you had been easy. You made it easy for him without even knowing it.

“Oh, god, not that time when I had a milk mustache.” You made a funny face that made Eunwoo laugh.

“Yeah, that time.” That was his favorite little memory of you.

You took Eunwoo by surprise when you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him. Your kiss felt like heaven, like it was the sweetest thing, your lips perfect against his, and he could kiss you every day for hours, if that's even possible.

He kissed you back, his lips moving with urgency, like if he didn't kiss you enough or make it deeper enough you would just disappear. You feel his lips pulled into a smile.

“I love you, Y/n.”

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BLACKPINK Reactions : You Deal With Racism

request : Question, can you do a post about a black reader dating a blackpink member and then dealing with racism? I’m black and never seen it done so it would make me happy! i was very nervous when i saw this, because i don't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable or to get anything wrong and offend more people, so i hope that i did the request and the community as a whole justice. i would like to stress and say that while i am filipino, while i have experienced microaggressions, i have been blessed enough to not have experienced outright racism...that i can remember at least. i hope i do the ideas justice though and to those who have to stand for these actions, you are brave souls indeed. blackpink x black!reader disclaimer/s : racial slurs and aggressive acts (verbal and physical), oh and cursing. read with a level head.

Kim Jisoo

When Jisoo began dating you, she entered the relationship with a sort of colorblind mindset. It didn't matter to her what color of skin you had, she just liked you and found your energy electric.

It was never an issue to her, until you came home one night in a rage.

She scrolled through her timeline, laughing softly at viral memes of her member over the course of the tour when you entered the house. Jumping when the door slammed against it's frame as you stormed in. Tears in your eyes as you pulled your jacket off of your body.

Instantly, Jisoo stared at you with a concerned expression. She allowed you to calm down as you paced in front of her, thoughts clouded with rage. "I just can't believe that in this century, this point in time people still look at me with such..."

You're unable to continue your statement, only blundering into a groan of frustration. Jisoo was rather confused, before taking your hands in hers, the contrast between your hands only fueling your frustration further.

You sit beside her before letting your tears run down your cheeks, feeling helpless as she runs her hands atop your head lovingly. "What happened...?" She asks, her clumsy English accent making you smile.

You sniffle softly before pulling your hands, wiping your tears away, "Just some idiots...they thought I couldn't understand them and they said quote-on-quote, be careful with your bags kids, that gangster might steal them from you." You explain quickly, not wanting to dwell on it any further, just wanting to find comfort in your soft girlfriend.

However, your beloved girlfriend simply tilts her head to the side, offering you a small smile. On a normal day, the hint of innocence in her smile would often comfort you, bringing you a sense of calm and reminding you just why you fell for her in the first place.

Now though, it struck you as insensitive and all together it added onto your frustration. Just when you thought she would say nothing more and you could brush it aside, Jisoo says, "Just ignore them."

It wasn't anything offensive. In fact it was good advice. But after the day you had, after how much you've pent up with living in South Korea and having to deal with it each day of your life, ignoring those kinds of comments felt impossible.

You pull your hands away from Jisoo, her bright expression melting into one of concern again. You laugh dryly before getting up, walking towards your shared bedroom, "You...Soo I don't think you get it."

"No, no, I do, I swear," She tries to backtrack before she shifts to face you better. Innocence smeared all over her face. "I get a lot of hate as an idol, but I suppose the best thing to do is to just turn the other cheek."

You laugh again, tears of frustration pricking your eyes. Your hands rushing over your face over and over again in attempts to get your thoughts together. "I will always be discriminated based solely on how my skin looks. It isn't the same." You try to explain calmly in spite of the fire kindling in the pit of your stomach.

Still she looks up at you confused.

You sigh deeply before walking back towards your shared bedroom, "It doesn't matter, Jisoo. It's fine." You say quickly before slowly closing the door behind you. Leaving Jisoo confused and guilty.

As soon as she hears the door click, she's on the phone with Jennie, asking for advice. Wanting to understand you and what you go through better without hurting you further.

"I'm sorry, you said what to her?" Jennie berated her as she looked at your closed door with a bitter taste in her mouth, regretting everything she'd said and done in the span of a five minute conversation.

Kim Jennie

Getting into a very public relationship was already a scandal to Jennie's fans, but dating someone like you was almost unheard of for her fans who saw her as an angel and had assumptions of you. Both of you were very aware of the potential consequences.

But in that moment it was all or nothing. And you were both all in.

To Jennie, the freedom of being able to hold her girlfriend's hand while they were on a date was the most liberating and amazing feeling she could ever have. Your hands intertwined with one another as you told her about your day, waiting for a waiter to approach.

"Ah miss Kim! It's a pleasure to serve you again." The waiter greets politely, his smile gleaming. The rapper offers him a kind smile before she notices that he looks over at you. Expression not as polished, more restrained. Merely offering you an acknowledging nod but she chalked it up to her being a regular and more familiar to the man.

"Hon, what do you feel like having?" Jennie asks you, her hand momentarily breaking from yours to pluck the menu from in front of her. You turn to her but before you can say anything the waiter butts in, "We have a selection of chicken, normally we wouldn't fry anything but if that's what your..." There's a pause as he eyes you up and down, "...companion would like miss Kim we can surely find a way."

You fall silent and laugh nervously while Jennie glares at him, resentment boiling under her skin, "N-No thank you, I'd actually like-" Again he cuts you off, "Or perhaps she would like baked potatoes, Miss Kim? We can have them serve it extra spicy for your companion."

"I can speak for my-"

"However I am sad to say there are no more watermelons available, miss Kim-"

Finally, Jennie has enough and cuts the waiter off with a kind but venomous smile. "First of all, she can speak for herself. If you had anything valuable to say, you can say it directly to her. She is not an object or dare I say what you think she is...the help." Jennie says begrudgingly, shooting you an apologetic look.

She watches the waiter gulp nervously, "Second, the stereotypes you've stuck to her based on what she looks like are not only offensive but outlandishly wrong. And lastly, saying she's my girlfriend. Not a companion but my girlfriend."

You've heard it a million times before but it still makes your insides melt when she says that. A sense of pride fills you as you watch the rapper stand up for you so fiercely. "Now, I suggest you go back and come back when you're ready to actually listen and tend to your patrons." Jennie finishes before the man bows, muttering a soft apology before he runs back to the kitchen.

You look over at your flushed with rage girlfriend before she looks over at you rather sheepishly. "I"m sorry if I caused a scene." You smile and shake your head, leaning in to place a delicate kiss over her soft cheek.

"I've never seen you get so riled up, Jen." You pause to laugh softly, "Anger is almost a good color on you."

She pauses and leans into you, catching you off guard. Just a moment ago she was a warrior, ready to fight any battle for you. The armor quickly melts as her hand finds yours again. Her thumb brushes over your knuckles, making you lean in closer. Nose burrowing in her hair.

"I shouldn't have made a scene...It might have made you look even worse to the public...I can see the headline now. Jennie Kim's black girlfriend is a bad influence to her good girl nature." Her voice is fragile before you shake your head.

"You meant well, Jen. Just don't make it a every night thing." You whisper before leaving a light kiss on the crown of her head. In attempts to lighten the mood, you look down at the menu, "You know, that chicken sound about right now."

Jennie chuckles softly before shoving your chest gently, "Shut up Y/n, I know you don't like chicken."

After that, the night wasn't so bad. But Jennie definitely took note to not come to the restaurant again.

Park Chaeyoung / Rosé

From the moment you entered the limelight as Park Chaeyoung's girlfriend, you were under so much more fire than you usually were. Scrutinized for every little thing and it didn't help that you were a woman of color.

It was an uphill battle every day, working extra hard to prove that you were worthy of the Blink's angel on Earth. You couldn't afford to make a mistake or even be proud of your heritage.

Rosé saw the pain that caused you every day.

One day, being fed up with how restricted you had to be, she got you something that she thought you would have loved.

"Okay Rosie, my eyes are closed and I'm in the bedroom. What's this big surprise?" You ask, laughter bubbling up in your chest as you feel around, swatting the air excitedly. You hear your girlfriend giggle softly before excitedly screaming, "Open your eyes love!"

You open your eyes and see a set of matching outfits. You chuckle as you turn to Rosé who wore a proud smile. It was the one where her cheeks crumpled in and her eyes were crescents, it made your heart do all sorts of flips. "We're going to your favorite coffee shop, picking out some books, and playing chess in the park down the street! Everything you've been hinting at the past few weeks."

You blush and twirl on your own axis, "I didn't think you were listening."

She smiles before leaning forward, pressing her lips to yours. "Get dressed, my love. I'm going to hop in the shower." She pecks your lips again quickly, "I want to be looking my best for you."

You smile as Rosé skips happily to the bathroom. You walk over to the bed, a smile growing on your lips as you see just what she's done. She was truly a dream come true.

After preparing yourselves, you take a short walk to the coffee shop nearby. It was secluded enough that Rosé wouldn't be spotted and they made your favorite drink perfectly. Of course there was an odd stare here and there upon seeing you walk in, but you'd come so often that it had slowly stopped.

"Y/n! You're back!" The manager called out jovially before taking head of the register. "You make it sound like I wasn't here last week, Han." You joke before Rosé departs from you to grab a table.

You say your order and the older man nods, striking up conversation with a new staff member. He introduces you but you can see the distain in her eyes as she nods you off. Feeling uneasy you walk over to your girlfriend who chirps up when you walk towards her.

You force a shaky smile, being fully aware of how much of your skin was showing in the outfit Rosé chose, pulling it down every few seconds. She takes your hand in hers, a concerned pair of eyes baring into yours, "Home...?"

A fond smile finds its way onto your face. She only asked when she was worried if you felt comfortable or not and would act according to your answer. You shake your head as the manager serves you your drinks, offering you his apologies about his employee. The singer's eyes shoot back to you but you wave off the concern.

You think it will get better at the bookstore. For a moment, there's a sense of bliss as you and your girlfriend roam around, laughing at certain titles, and offering one another a few recommendations.

You notice the owner's daughter carefully watching you but there was no surprise to you there. It was something you'd grown used to over the years of living in South Korea but it wouldn't deter you from the day Rosé had planned.

You two walk out hand in hand after you checked out. You read the back to Rosé who was curious what you had picked up. "'...will Lucky be able to escape the regime forced onto her or will luck not be on her side this time...?' I don't know it sounded really cool when I picked it up."

She laughs before nodding along, "So...park or home, my love?"

You look up at her with a warm smile, "Rosie I'm fine, you don't need to worry about-"

"Hey! Stop!" Your words are cut off, you and Rosé turn around surprised at the angry young woman, practically gasping for air. Your girlfriend raises a curious brow while dread sets into your stomach. "You didn't pay for that!"

You open your mouth to explain when she shakes her head disappointed, "I watched you the whole time! Not once did you hand that to any staff member. I had a feeling when you walked in something would happen." She pries the book out of your hands and shoves your shoulder. Your eyes jot everywhere at once, panic filling you as a crowd begins to form. "How dare you try and steal from my father, you know your people have always-"

Rosé steps between the two of you with a piece of paper in her hands, "I paid for both books myself, you can see for yourself." The woman, recognizing the idol, lets her jaw hang open and eyes bulge to an alarming degree. Her hands tremble as she takes the receipt, reading it quickly before handing it back, offering the idol a low bow.

Without another word, Rosé wraps her arm around you and she guides you away from the now-dispersing scene. She taps your waist gently, before whispering, "Home?"

You nod, tears flooding your eyes, "Home."

She nods before quickly walking back to the safety of your shared apartment with her blood boiling. But she would get it all out later, in her own time. She knew that she needed to be strong for you, even for a moment.

Lalisa Manoban / Lisa

Lisa was absolutely bouncing off the walls to call you her girlfriend...that the most amazing, kind, intelligent, talented, and gorgeous being chose her. While you think you're the one who lucked out with her, she actively denied it.

In that spirit, she wanted to show you off constantly. In public appearances, you two were attached at the hip. You were always permitted backstage at the group's concerts. And most of all, once your relationship was made public, she bragged about her beloved girlfriend on social media.

It was innocent at first. Wanting Blinks to get a glimpse into her personal life, but then it became a whole PR thing for the company. Green lighting and excusing their actions by showing off that one of the company's aces, Lisa Manoban, was all about people of color so that excused all their actions.

However, that didn't stop Blinks who weren't on board to come after you and Lisa.

It was meant to be a romantic night, Lisa drew you a bath for the both of you when you got home, cooked you a nice hot meal, and played the romcom you watched for your first date.

It was a lovely evening. But it did come with a lot of preparation, so the moment the meet-cute for the couple in the movie rolled around your girlfriend was sound asleep on your shoulder. You smile fondly and see your phone light up.

A notification on Instagram.

You smile warmly as you see a post by Lisa. She had uploaded a time lapse of the bits of the evening that were appropriate and posted it for her fans to enjoy. You cringe to yourself as you see your surprised face when you see the meal she had prepared, but a loving smile grows from the sour face when you see the elation in her expression. Arms wide open for you to fall into.

By the end of the video, you've pulled Lisa closer to your body, gaining extra appreciation for your beloved. You see the likes and shares sky-rocket and feel the love from her fans.

But curiosity killed the cat. It was Lisa's number one rule about social media posts with you in them to not go through the comments. As an idol, she knew how toxic they could get. You scrolled through the text, it was sweet for the most part. Commenting how you were so happy with one another.

But those weren't the ones that stood out to you.

no one ever told me lisa got a pet gorilla 🤣

she's using lisa for clout, chick probably doesnt even shower probably, look how smelly she looks 🫥🫥🫥

🤮🤮🤮

@lalalalisa blink twice in your next story if you're being held hostage by this n-word (im sorry but im not writing the whole word)

They echo in your head and before you know it tears are streaming down your cheeks. The realization that you were probably in over your head. What was Lisa doing with someone like you anyway?

Feeling the dampness of your tears on her cheek, Lisa groggily lifts her head. Try as you may to hide it, she was wide awake when she saw the weepy look on your face. She's quick to brush the residuals away and her sleepy expression twinges into one of concern.

"Baby...baby...what happened? What-"

"I know you told me not to look at comments but I couldn't help it...and-and..." Your voice failed you and you fell into fits of sobs, unable to properly convey your emotions. Without another word, she takes you in her arms, brushing your hair back.

You calm down after a while, choking on air as you try to breath. Lisa patiently waits for you to be completely fine before she pulls away. She looks down at the bright screen and tosses the device to the side.

The dancer cups your cheeks, "I don't blame you, sometimes you want to know what they're going to say...so that when they say it again, it can't hurt you." She chuckles bitterly before continuing, "When I first came to Korea, I was the only trainee who wasn't Korean in the batch. They called me every name in the book, made fun of my accent, said that I was probably a transgender trying to pass as a woman."

You scowl before taking her free hand. "I'm sorry you had to go through that Lili..." A protective aura floating around you. Lisa shakes her head, whether its to say 'no' or to shake out the tears is a mystery to you. "People are shitty for no reason other than to feel superior to others."

She pauses, leaving a lingering kiss over your lips before pulling away, the pad of her thumb rubbing against your cheek lovingly. "But no matter what these people say, I love you. Despite everything people may think. I. Love. You."

You smile before nodding and pressing your forehead against hers, your grip on her hand tightening. "I'm lucky to have you, Lili."

"I'm even luckier, N/n."

The rest of the night was dedicated to you two talking about your experiences and feelings about them.

By morning, comments were disabled and a story defending you was posted. Suffice to say, Lisa made a personal account for just you and her friends.

i am so scared of posting this because sincerely i dont want to offend anyone but i do think it's important for media like this on a more informal platform to open up about how to and not to treat situations like this. i hope this got across what my anon wanted :"") and i hope you all enjoyed this one and i'll probably see you all tomorrow with a fluffier oneshot, im sorry this is how i returned to tumblr :"") - r

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yourmomni · 7 months

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Sunghoon thought 💭

A/n: a little sum sum

Imagine shy sunghoon on his first date with you and he's Hella nervous

He wants to hold your hand so bad but he's all sweaty

Like he would stare at your hand itching to hold it but he's to scared to grab it

So you just grab his reassuring him it's okay for him to hold your hand

And he starts to blush from the contact so much that he has to look away from you

He so cute omg

Or when he's dropping you off from you're day out and he walks you to your door

And he's fiddling with his fingers trying to figure out if he should hug you or kiss you

" I had fun tonight." He would nod smiling at you." Yeah I did too."

Now your both standing there looking at each other

Sunghoon shoves his hands in his pocket and you're rocking on your heels

" Okay see later." He walks away full speed to his car speeding off

And you're just standing there like 😟

Later on he calls Jay and heeseung to tell them what happened and they yell at him for his stupidity

" Yeah she's never gonna call you again." Heeseung sits the phone up on his desk pulling his headphones on continuing his game. Jay was fixing his hair in his bathroom getting ready for his own date with his girlfriend.

" Yeah she's definitely not going back out with you." Sunghoon groaned " I don't know what happened I just got so nervous and I didn't know what to do." " So you ran?" Heeseung chuckled.

" Should I call her." Jay shrugged " Sure if you wanna get blocked." The 2 boys started laughing at their friend as he leaned back on his head board beating on his life

You were in you're kitchen drinking a glass of water while on the phone with you're friends

" And he just left in his car. I thought we had a good night, we agreed that we did." Areum nodded rolled up in her blanket in her bed " Sunghoon is very shy maybe he just didn't know what to say." I shrugged " Yeah maybe. Or he just didn't like me." Lei put her mascara down. " What are you talking about, how can he not like you? Your literally perfect." Areum nodded

" Yeah any guy would be lucky to have you." I smiled. " Thanks girls." Then I got a notification on my phone

" Oh my gosh he text me."

Sunghoons hands were shaking as he text you the message so much that he started pacing

He was apologizing for how he left and was hoping that he could make it up to you tomorrow for breakfast

" It's okay, it's okay maybe she went to sleep and she'll see it in the morning."

His phone dinged

" Yes I would like that very much."

#black reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen imagines #black reader x kpop #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #jakesim x black reader #sunghoon #black girls are pretty too #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen heeseung #enhypen #black idol #black y/n #black women

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markie-baby · 3 months

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If You Love Me | pt.1

🌹AngstFluff/Smut (18+ MA) Part II 🌹Black Female Reader x Mark Tuan 🌹shower sex 🌹Your boyfriend Mark has been away on his first solo tour for his album, The Other Side. You haven't seen him in months and something is...off. Now that he's back home, there are a few things you need to get off your chest. 🌹20 notes, and I'll release pt. 2 ~

You stared intently at the last text messages your boyfriend sent you.

(7:00 pm) Markie-moo💜: I just landed😁

(7:05 pm) YAYYYY💕 can't wait to see youuuuuuu

(7:05 pm) you sure you don't need me to pick you up?

Read 7:09 pm.

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I'm sure😊 I need to go by the studio real quick, then I'll be omw

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I can't wait to see you, beautiful🖤 I've missed you so much

(7:15 pm) Okay💕 Let me know when you're otw home... I've missed you more!

Read 8:30 pm.

You glanced up at the time on your screen...It's 11pm.

"Your father is very late." You sighed at Milo, who could only look up at you and tilt his head as if he understood the severity of you using the word 'Father' and not 'Daddy'.

The television screen shined through the tall bottle of red wine that sat on your living room table, which casted a shadow on an open bag of gummy bears. You already started snacking on them an hour into waiting for Mark to get to your apartment, and only just realized that you obliterated half the box already. You spent the past three days gearing up for Mark's arrival from his first album tour; aimlessly cleaning your place, cooking all of Mark's favorite foods, buying wine, and meticulously sprinkling rose petals all over the bedroom. You even got dressed up and wore that perfume he liked on you... only to find yourself feeling silly, scratching the belly of his furry baby, as your bones grew stiff waiting for him.

Regrettably, you couldn't deny that you weren't surprised he was a little late. The strongest part of your relationship with Mark was first and foremost, honesty. Mark hated lies and had never told you one himself. Which is why it was so obvious that he has been lying for the past few months. Badly. I was stuck at the studio and I lost track of time, being the most frequently used of the bunch. You'd find him speaking in a low tone for phone calls, rarely letting you use his phone or laptop, and getting absorbed into his phone screen. He started becoming distant... becoming someone completely different from the man you met. You started suspecting he was cheating.

You moved to LA six years ago to pursue owning a business and had no intentions of having a long-term relationship. Mark was a little timid towards you when you first met him through a mutual friend. He never said much outside of the realm of "Hi", "How are you", and "How are you doing?" But as you stuck around more and more, you couldn't help but be drawn to him. You felt connected talking to him about your aspirations, hopes, and fears, knowing that he was always there to listen and share some of those same feelings. It also helped that Mark was (and still is) the most beautiful man you've ever met in your life. Every time you met up with him, you found yourself drinking up all his features; from his pink, heart-shaped lips that opened to a breath-taking smile, to his deep, dark, entrancing eyes. The last time you got lost in Mark's eyes as his best friend, was when your business hit an all-time low.

"I just don't know, Mark..." you sobbed through clogged sinuses. "I don't think I can't still support myself if my business can't make more sales."

Mark was only inches away from you on your couch as you cried into your fetal position.

"Hey, hey..." Mark gently placed his warm hands on your shoulders. "Don't think like that. You've done amazing so far... There has to be something else you can do to get your sales up."

"Well..." You poked your head out briefly. "I could do more marketing... but I already spent so much money on marketing and-"

The tears started reforming in your sore eyes as you hid your head back into your knees. Silence hung in the air like a bad joke as the idea of complete failure circled in your head... You would have to leave the life you worked so hard to build in LA, only to return home to square one, with your tail between your legs. You weren't ready to leave your hard work, your home, your friends, or Mark...

"Y/N..." You felt Mark leaning closer to you with a rasp in his voice. "Look at me."

You reluctantly looked into the eyes of your friend, and suddenly, all the anxiety and fear that you felt only seconds ago, felt like forgotten emotions. His eyes seem to pull you into their calming, deep brown pools.

"Ever since I met you, I have seen you fight and work hard for this. I've admired your passion, and how dedicated you are to your dreams... It's one of my favorite things about you. You can't give up on this now. Not after you worked this hard. Not after you've built this life for yourself all on your own... Not to mention how hard it would be to say goodbye to you if you leave."

"Mark..." You felt your heartbeat in your throat.

"I care about you... and I hate seeing you struggling like this. If you need help, why didn't you ask me?"

"I just didn't want to inconvenience you... I know you've been busy in the studio and doing photoshoots I-... just figured that could do this on my own. Like I've always done everything on my own."

Mark's eyes trailed yours, slowly inching to your nose then your lips...

"You don't have to do this alone." You felt Mark snake his long fingers in between yours. "I'll be there for you... like always."

The bubble developing in your throat was an indication that the waterworks were rising again. Up to this point, Mark has been the most supportive, honest, sweetest, considerate, and the most chill person in your life. He's always been there to listen to whatever you had to tell him; what you see each other doing in the next few years, or a late-night drunken rant about pineapples on pizza. And whenever Mark called, you would drop everything just to hear how his day was. Whenever you hung out with him, you could be alone or in a group of other people, it was like it was just you two. Your soul mate...

You looked into Mark's eyes again, feeling your heart start to race... in your trance, your eyes wandered across his face, admiring how the low glow of the Livingroom television showed his soft textured skin. How his hair was poofy since he raced over to you from his nap. Sometimes you felt like you didn't deserve someone this amazing and supportive to be in your court. But Mark was just your cute little blessing on top of all the other ones. Overcome with emotion, you crash into Mark's arms and held him tight.

"Thank you so much, Mark. For everything." Your stress left your body in a big sigh. "I love you..."

You felt Mark's arms around your waist slowly pull you closer to his body and his face buried into the crook of your neck.

"I love you more..."

You replayed his response in your head as you held on to him.

"I love you more" Thump.

"I love you more" Thump-Thump.

"I love you more" Thump. Thump-Thump-Thump. Thump.

Your heart started to race. Goosebumps raised when Mark's breath lightly brushed your neck, and you felt his strong heartbeat thump against your chest. What was this feeling? You were scared to pull away, frightened of getting lost in his gaze again.

"Um, right s-so..." You cleared your throat. "Thanks again, Markie."

You tried pulling away... but found that Mark's grip was still tight around you.

"Wait..." He spoke in a low tone that made your spine shiver.

Your heart felt like it was going to climb out of your mouth. Of course, you've been this close to Mark plenty of times before, you guys have practically held hands before. But there has never been this type of tension hanging in the air. It was almost suffocating. You looked into Mark's eyes for some sort of sign... but damn, he was looking so gorgeous. Your eyes traced his whole face; every curve of his pink lips, every line in his jaw & every eyelash sitting upon his beautiful eyes. Oh, his eyes... they seemed to sparkle... and they were intently fixed on your mouth. Instinctively, your hands made their way up to his jawline, which produced a small sigh from Mark's parted lips.

He was slowly closing the space between your faces. The heat started to rise in between your ears, as you battled with the thought of kissing your best friend. If you did, you could be either making the best decision of your life... or ruining a friendship with a man you cared for deeply. But you couldn't deny... you wanted him. With every heavy breath that Mark breathed, with every second his hands tightened around your thighs, with every inch that his lips drew closer to yours... your desire for him grew. The realization that you loved him grew.

"Mark-"

With the most genuine softness, Mark closed the painful gap between both pairs of lips. Both of your bodies were lost in each other... neither of you realized just how steamy your little make-out session got. You became a couple shortly after, with this year being your third year together.

With each passing day, you felt more frustrated in your conflicted feelings. On one side, you were upset at him... but more at yourself for letting the situation grow. On the other hand, you felt the yearning for him grow hot and restless in your core, and eventually, you couldn't help but touch yourself out of the thought of him. The way his dark, loose curls flop over his forehead, the sparkle in his eyes, the sincerity of his smile, the sweetest of his cologne, the slight curve of his lips, the softness of his skin, the heat of his breath-

You snap out of your trance when you hear the jingle of keys at the door. You tap your screen back to life. It's 11:55 pm.

"I'm home!" Mark poked his head through the door at beamed at you on the couch.

"Mark..." You couldn't help but sigh.

"Babe!" Mark cheesed the brightest smile you've ever seen as his chest collided with yours.

His arms tightly squeezed around your waist as you heard him drink in your scent. Finally, your boyfriend was home, with a bouquet as bright as his smile. Almost instinctively, your nerves weakened in his warm embrace, and you melted around him. You forgot about everything you were ever upset about. With every bone in your aching body, you wanted to hold him... feel his skin gently graze yours, caress his adorable face, and shower him in kisses... but he still broke his promise. The one person in your life who was always truthful, real, and loyal... wasn't anymore.

"I missed you so, so much..." Mark whispered into your ear.

"Mark..." You pulled away from him. "What took you so long..."

"I'm sorry," He sighed. "I got tied up again-"

"Mark I..." You paused. "I've spent all of the past 3 days preparing all this stuff for you. And I have been... trying so hard to be so excited for you to come home. For you be in my arms again, to kiss you, to make absolute love to you..."

"What?" Mark's eyes widened.

"We need to talk about something."

Mark's smile slowly started to fade and the bouquet slowly lowered from his grasp.

"You've broken the one promise that we've had in this relationship... you lied to me, Mark. And you've been doing it over and over... And I'd hope that our bond was strong enough for you to realize that I would notice that."

"Hey-"

Mark gently placed the bouquet on the kitchen counter and held both of your hands in his.

"Do you truly think I'm cheating on you?"

You looked longingly into his eyes, only to be handed a cold, serious gaze in return.

"No," You bit your lip in hesitation. "You wouldn't do something like that. But I don't know what to think, Mark."

Mark sighed deeply...

"I leave for months and come back to a fight..." He scratched the back of his head in frustration. "You said that the one promise we made in this relationship was honesty, but you broke another one too. You don't trust me to be loyal to you?"

"I do trust you! But what am I supposed to make of this, Mark?" Your eyes stung.

Mark's cold gaze softened. "I have never had the thought of ever cheating on you and would never. I'm sorry that I was distant and made you feel that I wasn't being truthful."

"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it until now..."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I've been waiting for forever just to get back home to you." You felt his warm hands caress your waist. "Can I please kiss my beautiful girlfriend now?"

"Yes." You breathed.

Mark snaked his hands further around your waist, and with a passionate firmness, pursed his lips between yours. You felt your body tingle with warmth and your heart beating heavily against your boyfriend's chest. A groan left Mark's lips as he left yours.

"Hey..." Mark's voice turned raspy as he eyed your body. "You deserve my honesty; The real reason I have been distant is because I was putting a lot of energy into planning something really important."

"Planning something...?" Your head cocked to one side. "For your album?"

"No, for you."

"For me..?"

Mark's lips cut your question short and derailed your train of thought.

"It's a surprise for later." You could feel a smirk developing on your boyfriend's soft lips. "Let me enjoy the surprise you have for me first."

Mark gazed over at the romantic display you made in the living room.

"Do you like it? I hope I didn't go overboard..."

"It's perfect." Mark looked into your eyes with the utmost sincerity. "And you even got me my favorite gummy bears? It's everything I could have wanted. And you being here with me makes it all better."

Mark infused passion into every aspect of his life, and his way with words was no exception. Surprisingly, conveying his feelings verbally wasn't always his forte in our relationship. However, he consciously broke free from the habit of murmuring, trailing off, and avoiding eye contact. Despite not being the most talkative when we initially met, the incomprehensible extent to which Mark went out of his way to express how much I meant to him was truly remarkable.

"I'm so glad you're home." You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's torso and pulled him close.

"Me too." You felt a light peck on your forehead. "Why don't we get this night started?"

It was 2:45 am when the credits started to roll on the third horror movie that Mark insisted that you both watch. Unfortunately, he had been too invested to realize that you had fallen asleep since movie number two. You found the most heavenly spot on his chest to rest your head, and with his right arm snuggled gently around your torso and his left hand resting on your thigh, it was a guaranteed recipe for a great night's rest.

"The gore in that was something else-" Mark cut himself off when his eyes came to gaze on your sleeping figure.

Your face was adorably smushed up to Mark's chest, letting out soft breaths as you rested. All four of your limbs found themselves wrapped around his slim body, trapping him in your sloth-like embrace. Mark's eyes traveled and the bottom hem of your dress found itself dangerously hiked up to expose your smooth thighs.

Mark rubbed his hand against your thigh. "Wake up, babe."

You blinked your eyes awake and gazed upon the tired eyes of your boyfriend. "Oh shit, did I fall asleep?"

"Definitely. And I think you were snoring a bit, too." He joked.

"Oh stop." You rubbed your eyes to get a better view of the clock. "Oh shit, it's late..."

Mark's voice became hushed. "Maybe we should...continue this celebration upstairs?"

"You're ready for bed?"

"I am. But not necessarily sleep."

You smirked, picking up on his hint. "Oh, I see..."

Without saying another word, you took Mark's hand and guided him up the stairs, where you were greeted by the romantic glow of the moon.

"Oh..."

"You like it, right? I got rose petals, the candles are all lit..." You gestured towards the bathroom.

Mark pulled your hand back towards his body and planted a firm, hungry kiss on your lips.

"You are so sweet. This is amazing..." His warm hands caressed your cheeks. "How do I deserve someone as perfect as you?"

You could feel the heat of his breath on your lips. He was close, too close. The temptation to press your mouth to his was too much to handle. You could almost taste the mint of his toothpaste.

"I know I've been a little distant for these past few months." Mark started. "It's just... I've had a lot on my mind. There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, but I didn't want to rush things."

"Yeah?"

"But now, I can't hold back." He cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb against it. You felt his gaze bore into yours, and he seemed to study every inch of your face.

"What is it, baby?" You pressed.

"I'm so in love with you. I love you so much that it hurts. I love how passionate you are, I love how you make me feel when we're together, and I love that you've been patient with me during this whole process. You're my rock. You make me want to be a better person. I want to be worthy of you."

"Mark, you already are." You gently held the sides of his face. "Don't say that. You are good enough, Mark. You have such a kind heart and a big soul. You're the most loving and caring person I know. Just don't get too caught up in your music, and start overworking yourself. You're not gonna find me there."

Mark let out a soft chuckle in response.

"You always know what to say," Mark breathed. "I need to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"I know that I was gone for a while, and I want to make it up to you. So, how would you feel about me taking you on a trip?"

"A trip?" You shot him a confused look. "Where would we go?"

"Oh, don't worry about that." Mark kissed the tip of your nose. "I'll take care of everything. Just be ready to leave for this weekend."

"Three days??" You giggled. "You really just planned a whole trip, huh?"

"Anything for you."

As Mark leaned in to kiss you again, you couldn't help but notice his scent. He smelled like the airport and the plane and everything else that was not his normal aroma.

"Speaking of jet setting, you smell weird," you chuckled.

"What do you mean?" he laughed back.

"I'm not sure, but you just smell different."

"Well, I should take a shower then," he suggested. "And maybe you can join me."

"Okay, but don't try any funny business." You smirked.

"What?" He feigned innocence.

"You heard me," you replied, wagging your finger at him.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see," he said, pulling you close.

"Wait and see, huh?" you repeated.

"Yeah, just wait and see."

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from him, making your way toward the bathroom. As you walked into the bathroom, you could hear Mark following closely behind. You pulled him toward the bathroom and turned on the shower, the sound of the water filling the small room. The sound of unzipping made your head turn to Mark, who was already undressing. You watched on in perverted wonderment at how his abdominal muscles flexed under his perfect skin as he moved to remove his underwear. He glanced over his broad, muscular shoulders, smirking while keeping eye contact as he bent down. You admired how his hair grew poofy from the steam beginning to form around him.

"Enjoying the view?" Mark's husky voice startled you, causing your eyes to snap to his face.

"Shut up," you said as you joined him, sliding the flimsy slip of material you wore onto the floor.

Mark's eyes burned with need as his gaze traveled up your legs, slowly drinking in the image before him.

"Damn..." he breathed as he raked his teeth across his bottom lip, his dark eyes meeting yours.

You smiled coyly at him as you stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind you. Mark's eyes never left yours as he joined you in the warm spray of the water.

"Mmm," he hummed as he cupped your cheek and brought his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first but quickly turned passionate and needy. You ran your fingers through his damp curls as he pressed his hips into yours, his hardening length brushing against your stomach. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your bare flesh as the water cascaded around you. You moaned softly as his lips found your pulse point, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth.

"I love the sounds you make," he growled as he gently nipped the delicate skin.

"Hey, don't forget that you have to take a shower, stinky." You chuckled.

Mark grinned and rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle of shampoo that rested next to the tap.

"Okay, okay."

You watched in anticipation as he squirted some of the soap into his hand, before applying it to his hair. His eyes stayed fixated on yours, which flickered down briefly to take in his naked, glistening body. You couldn't help but admire his perfection, even when doing the most mundane task. How his pectorals flexed with every movement, as he brushed and lathered the soapy bubbles throughout his coils of dark brown hair. How his veins tightened from his arms to his hands, and how each drop of water seemingly dripped at a pace slow enough for you to memorize. Your gaze traced down from his chest to his abs, and even further down past the borderline of pubic hair where-

"Babe."

"Sorry, what?" Your eyes shifted back to his face.

"Were you paying attention?" Mark smugly raised an eyebrow.

"I was definitely paying attention..." You trailed off.

"So what was I saying?"

"You were saying, that I was being the best girlfriend ever!"

"Mm-hm."

"By making us dinner tonight."

"Mm-hm."

"And how your favorite gummy bears are an ample reward for me having to put up with you-"

"Alright," Mark chuckled as he laid his index finger on the seam of your lips. "Point made. You got me."

"Duh." You nipped at his knuckle. "You're so easy. What did you say, anyway?"

"Something..." Mark teased as he dunked his head back under the water, washing the remaining shampoo down his torso. "About how much I really, really, missed touching you. All of you."

You snorted. "You mean our little quickie at LAX before you left didn't cut it?"

"Is that what you call what happened at LAX?" He asked, pulling you close and pressing his arousal against you.

"Yes," you giggled. "Because that is exactly what we did. You were the one trying to miss your flight."

"I couldn't help it." He groaned. "It was just so hot."

"Oh shut up." You laughed.

You grabbed the bottle of body wash, poured some on your towel, and rubbed the soap into the cloth.

"Are you gonna help me or what?" You asked playfully.

"What do you think?" He replied, grabbing the other end of the towel and helping you rub the wet cloth along your body.

Your breath hitched as his hand moved from your ribs down to your hips and your mouth dropped open when you felt his fingertips graze your behind. You groaned loudly as Mark continued to caress your ass, his other hand sliding around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. You shuddered as he pressed his lips against your neck, murmuring words of love and encouragement in between every kiss.

"Why didn't you come with me on tour, again?" Mark asked as he continued massaging your skin.

"We talked about this, Mark," you replied, lightly rolling your eyes. "I wanted to be here and continue working. And I don't think I'm cut out for road life."

"But I wanted you there..." he pouted, making your heart stop. "I missed you like crazy."

"I missed you, too..." You turned to face him, seeing him still with an upset frown. You reached for his hands and gently ran your thumb over his knuckles.

"But I don't think I can spend another tour without my Markie-Poo," you admitted with a soft smile.

You looked up to see your boyfriend with the brightest grin you've seen him with in a long while. Mark immediately took the back of your head and pulled your face towards his in a loving embrace, getting soap all over his arms and torso...

"So you're telling me that the next tour I have, you're coming with me?"

" I promise."

"I could get used to having you near me every day," Mark whispered into your ear, his low voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I'd hope so," You replied. "It would be pretty confusing to accommodate another presence in our bed, otherwise."

You could see a pout starting to form on your boyfriend's lips. You loved how Mark could make a face of indifference switch from a stone-cold wall into a begging, adorable, child. The pout quickly melted away, however, and you were only able to appreciate its short existence for a split second. His eyes shifted from your own to your neck, his pale and slender fingertips gliding gently against your exposed collarbone.

"Hey..." You whispered into his ear. "What are you thinking about?"

Mark didn't speak. Only paused for a moment, as if contemplating what he wanted to say, but only getting lost in your beauty. Your breath hitched. His eyes were focused on yours as he inched closer to you. He never broke your stare until his hand suddenly reached up and he placed it ever so carefully against your cheek, causing you to inhale deeply. His eyes flickered over your face, resting for a brief moment at your lips, then back up to meet yours once again. His hand traveled from your cheek and made its way down to your chin, tilting your head up slightly. His lips met yours, softly and gently. He didn't push or rush. He seemed to savor the moment, pulling away just enough to let out a small whimper.

"Did you just moan?" He asked.

"Mmmm, maybe," you replied teasingly.

"If we weren't in the shower right now..." he started.

"Then what would we be doing, Mark?" You asked, grinning at him.

"Then," he said, his low voice rumbling as his hand wrapped around your waist, gently moving his face close to yours. "I would be taking you against the glass."

Mark kissed your forehead tenderly and continued his gentle ministrations against your skin.

"We would start slow," he began. "My hands would travel all over you, starting at your hips. I'd go over them over and over until I could feel you shake."

You bit your lip as Mark's movements matched his words. You could feel your cheeks warm from the way he talked. He had never talked to you this way. Never with the confidence and sultry tone of voice. Mark was normally a gentle, passionate, yet quiet lover.

But this was different. It was sexy. You loved it.

A moan escaped from your lips, unable to suppress the shiver that ran throughout your entire body. The mere thought of having him inside you caused your muscles to twitch and spasm. Mark chuckled lightly as he leaned into you, his hands still exploring your curves. You loved it when he held you. His touch felt so warm and comforting. It made you feel safe and protected, but at the same time, you loved how strong his arms felt against your frame. He felt so large compared to your small size and it gave you the most pleasant butterflies.

"After that I would pick you up, your legs around my waist," he said softly, pulling back a bit to stare into your eyes. "And then, I'd drive you insane..."

He emphasized each word as if he were whispering them into your ear, and his words left you breathless and speechless. Mark's voice had a way of making you feel things you've never felt before.

"Sounds like you really want to have shower sex," you said with a slight giggle.

He kissed you passionately as his hands glided back to your ass once again, gripping you firmly as he slowly lifted you in the air. You wrapped your arms around his slender neck, and your legs around his waist. As your curves pressed against him, you could feel his excitement, causing your eyes to widen slightly. You hadn't even touched him yet, and he was extremely excited for you.

Mark placed one hand against the shower wall for support and you looked into his beautiful brown orbs once more.

"Have you been wanting me, like I have been needing you?" He asked in a low and husky voice that sent shivers through your body. You answered him by pressing your lips against his and kissing him passionately. After a few seconds, Mark moved his kisses across your neck and down to your collarbone. He sucked on it lightly, causing you to gasp as your nails dug into his shoulders. He let out a small groan, and you couldn't help but laugh slightly. The man was adorable.

For five agonizing minutes, he tortured you with his mouth, and slowly lifted you higher. Your heart started beating so fast, causing a mixture of nervousness and excitement that blended perfectly.

"Relax babe," Mark cooed.

You took a deep breath, the smile not leaving your face, and nodded at him.

Mark entered your slit slowly, his length engulfing your walls slowly. You sucked in a breath and shut your eyes tight, letting yourself enjoy this feeling of being filled so completely by your boyfriend. He went deep, his entire length inside you now. He let himself stay there for a second, giving you time to get used to this new feeling. Then he pulled out a few inches before sliding back into you. He continued this process, slowly getting a rhythm, his thrusts growing in power. You moaned each time his length penetrated you.

"Yes..." you breathed and heard Mark moan in response.

He increased his pace even more, driving his length into you and then withdrawing completely with each thrust. Soon, the sounds of water splashing off your wet skin filled the room. Mark became a mess of grunts and pants every time he penetrated you, audibly teasing you toward your climax.

"Babe, you feel so-" A deep moan escaped your boyfriend's parted lips.

His breath was hot on your neck as he worked you towards your release, and it felt like electricity every time his skin touched yours. You had forgotten where you were, who you were, and what was going on around you, it was only you and Mark.

"Mark..." you moaned.

You couldn't hold off your orgasm any longer as waves of pleasure washed over your body. He continued his ministrations as you rode your high, and you watched him as you came down. You looked in awe at this beautiful specimen of a man standing before you as he held you in his arms. He just smiled at you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Then he exhaled and put you down, slumping against the cold tile wall. His wet hair dangled over his blushed face. You smiled and placed a hand against his cheek, stroking it gently as you gave him another kiss, he kissed you in return, and the soft brush of his lips lingered as you pulled away.

"I love you," he said, his gaze fixed on yours.

"I love you, too."

You say "You took the energy out of me."

Mark smiled and leaned back against the wall. "I guess you could say that," he smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think you'll be able to get to the bedroom? Or do you need me to carry you?"

You slowly stood up, ceasing the sound of running water with your index finger. "Carry me, please!" You pouted and raised your arms.

Mark chuckled as he opened the shower door to retrieve your towels.

"Alright, alright, my queen," Mark threw your wet towel on your head, muffling your laugh. "I'll carry you to the bed."

You pushed the towel off of your face as Mark slipped his arms underneath your wet body and scooped you up into his arms.

"Mmm, you smell much better," you murmured as you nuzzled against his neck. Mark snorted and kissed the top of your head.

You were smitten by his scent and the way he handled you with such ease. He gently laid you on your bed, sinking in on top of you, like you had been daydreaming of for months.

"I've missed this," he whispered, "missed touching you, missed watching you sleep..." He brushed a strand of hair away from your face and gazed down at you like you were the only person in the world.

"I missed waking up next to you, seeing your face in the mornings, and hearing your voice at night."

He brought his lips to yours, softly and sweetly like he was afraid you would break. His lips tasted like the memories of stolen kisses in dark corners and glances behind closed doors. The more you tasted his lips, the more you craved, and you pressed into him, desperate for more.

"Baby, I've missed you so much," he mumbled against your lips, "and you don't understand how crazy it's been."

"No kidding," you replied, returning his kiss with equal vigor.

"Everywhere I went, fans were throwing themselves at me. All I could think about was you. All I'm ever gonna want is you."

Your heart skipped a beat at the confession. You pulled away to smile at him, taking in his beautiful face. It wasn't just his looks that captivated you; it was his mind and his heart. He was pure goodness through and through, and you knew you were the luckiest person in the world.

"And all I ever want is you," you replied. Mark cupped your face and stared into your eyes, his deep brown eyes pooling with emotion. "You okay, babe?"

"It's nothing...I just- I love you," he said, his voice cracking slightly, "so much."

You kissed him fiercely, overcome with emotion. "I love you a shit ton too."

Mark laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling. "Well, you better. You won't be able to get rid of me that easily."

"Good."

Mark smirked and moved his head down, trailing kisses across your stomach and past your navel.

"What are you doing down there? Aren't you tired?"

Mark looked up, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"It would be a waste not to take advantage of the candles and rose petals, don't you think?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

To Be Continued.