Dreaming Of You In Violets | OCs Samantha & Bo

Dreaming Of You In Violets | OCs Samantha & Bo

a/n: Samantha and Bo are two characters I made for their original story called Burnt Sugar which is completely different from their new story Dreaming Of You In Violets. I love my babies so much and want to share them here. It's just little snippets of their lives I'll be sharing. In Dreaming Of You In Violets, their book I'm slowly writing. Samantha and Bo go from Strangers to Friends To Lovers. If you want, you can ask me stuff about my OCs. 🥺

Snippet 1: the world moves a little slower when i'm with her.

Samantha

When I'm with Bo, the world moves a little slower when I'm with her. Time slows too. We sit on the back of her trunk in a half-empty Walmart parking lot sharing a cigarette, her fingers brushing mine when she passes it to me. While I smoke a couple of puffs, I stare at her fingers; they are slender, and her nails are short from all the bitting she does, she tries to keep them pretty with dark red nail polish, but she only picks away at the polish. She wore a golden wedding band that belonged to her mother and the initials of her father were tattooed on the side of her index finger. Her parents left her, but she still held little pieces of them close to her.

She rubbed her fingers against her blue denim jeans, and I wondered how her fingers would feel rubbing against me. The pad of her thumb gently pushing against my bottom lip or the soft dragging of her fingertips against my skin, stopping every so often to trace her name in the spots she wants to kiss later. I want to kiss all ten of her fingers. I want to make her face grow warmer.

PLUG DAUGHTER | HONGJOONG X BLK FEM READER.

18+ MINORS DON'T INTERACT

summary: Hongjoong, the son of a rich politician, can't get enough of you the daughter of a plug.

Warnings: drugs, and mention of k*lling.

a/n: I love me some Kevin Gates and really love his song Plug Daughter 2 and I couldn't help but want to write something based on that song and Hongjoong came to mind for this fic. This is just written for fun and my enjoyment, but if you enjoy it as well, comment and reblog. 🥹

Side note: this is my first time writing smut and MY LAST TIME, maybe. So please take it easy on me okay? I'm not a smut writer but I wanted to try my hands at it. Smut with plot??? sorry for any mistakes.

“I'm fuckin’ with the plug daughter.”

You and Hongjoong were in the backseat of your black Bentley. Your Chanel skirt is lifted and your pink thong is pulled to the side. Hongjoong's thick dick is buried deep into your tight pretty pussy.

Hongjoong's face hid in the crook of your neck. He's breathing heavily against your beautiful black skin. He's whimpering thrusting up into you. Your walls tighten around his dick. He's close to cumming. Your fingers snatch his hair pulling his head back so he can look at you. Smiling at him, you couldn't help but enjoy your man's expression.

“Awe, you're such a good boy for not cumming yet.” You cooed. Hongjoong fingers dig into your waist. He picks up his pace slamming up into you. Your head dips back in pleasure crying out his name and fuck Hongjoong thought that was hot.

“I-I want to cum please, Y/n?” Hongjoong begs. His dick twitches inside you and you clenched yourself around his big dick. He cusses. The sound of him pounding into you filled your Bentley. Panting breaths. You pull his hair harder. Your pretty wet pussy felt so good to him.

Hongjoong wants to cum deep inside you and then eat you out. He knew how much you liked being eaten out after he cums in you. There was something sexy about a man eating his own cum out of your pussy.

The sound of Hongjoong's phone goes off. It's his father calling. You tell Hongjoong to answer it and does. He tried to steady his breathing, his thrusting slows down and you bounce on his dick as he talked to his father.

“Yes, F-Father?” Hongjoong said into the phone.

“Where the hell are you? It's the state dinner is tonight you're supposed to be here.”

“I had something to take care of.”

You did this thing with your pussy that makes Hongjoong hiss into the phone. Leaning down beside his free ear you whispered, “Let your daddy hear how good I'm fucking you, Hongjoong~”

Shit. That was such a turn-on for Hongjoong. He closed his eyes, his phone pressed against his ear. His father is saying something to in him Korean asking him if he's listening. But Hongjoong is too focused on how hot your pussy felt. You tease his sensitive dick head with your pussy.

“F-Fuck, Y/n.” he moaned into the phone.

“Y/n? What are you saying? Hongjoong what the hell are you doing!?” he's father barked into the phone.

Hongjoong didn't want his dick to go soft from the sound of his father's voice so he hung up throwing his phone beside him. You pout, slowly sinking your pussy down on his thick veiny dick.

“Awe, Hongjoong you didn't want your daddy to hear how good I fuck you?” you smiled at him.

You gently rest your hand on Hongjoong's throat, lightly applying enough pressure. You squeeze his throat a little tight. Hongjoong loved it when you choked him. He starts thrusting again, a little faster, nails digging into your waist breaking the skin. His balls tighten. He's getting a little lightheaded, his dick is more sensitive now. He's hitting your spot. You thought of how nice it would feel if he had his thumb inside your ass right now. With his last deep thrust up into you, he cums hard, his body shaking, his eyes rolled back into his bed. He's cussing. You ride his overly sensitive dick and he's begging you to stop because he can't take it.

You move from him sitting beside him as his cum runs from your pussy onto your car's seat. Hongjoong needed a little time to get himself together before he can eat that pretty pussy of yours. He runs his hands down his sweaty face.

“Why is it every time we fuck. You fuck me like you'll never see me again?” Hongjoong asks.

You laughed pulling your thong off.

“To keep you addicted.” you teased.

Hongjoong thought you were crazy for that but he loved your kind of crazy. It always kept him crawling back to you. This man would let you step on his balls in your red bottom heels if it meant making you smile.

He looks over at you seeing you play with your nipples. You lift your feet, bringing your toes to his lips. He kisses your toes and sucks on them before he moves to kiss your ankle, then kiss your leg all the up your inner thigh to your leaking pussy. He licks your pussy lips and then kisses them before he plunges his tongue deep inside your pussy tasting his cum.

You closed your eyes ready to get the best head of your life. Hongjoong was at good at giving head. The first time he ever gave you head was inside a church in the confessional booth he had you calling out to God until you squirted all over his face.

This time your phone rings from the front seat. You ignored it forcing on how good Hongjoong's tongue felt. He rub his thumb on your clenching asshole, slowly pushing his thumb into your ass. You gasped. Your phone stops ringing. But then Hongjoong's phone rings. He stops what he's doing to answer it and you're pissed.

“Oh,hi, sir,” Hongjoong said. He mouthed to you that it's your father.

You rolled your eyes not in the mood anymore.

“Yes, I'll make the drop now.”

Hongjoong ends the call. He looks over at you seeing how annoyed you look.

“Just go.” you wave him off. Even though you wanted him to finish you knew if your father needed him to make a drop he had to do it immediately.

“I'll make it up to you, y/n.” he leans over kissing your hairline.

Your dad used to be Hongjoong's plug who he would buy coke from. Now Hongjoong worked for your dad. A son of a politician being a runner boy for the plug.

The first time Hongjoong saw you, you were sitting pretty in the backseat of your father's Rolls Royce. Hongjoong knew right then he had to have you. You and Hongjoong started a thing. At first, it was meaningless sex between you and him, but Hongjoong caught feelings. You thought it was adorable how he would hang on to your every word. You loved attention and Hongjoong just adored you.

So you kept him like a pet. And all pets need a collar so you bought him a diamond collar.

You kissed Hongjoong before he left. Not feeling satisfied at all you were going to go home and use your vibrator.

Hongjoong never envisioned this type of life for himself. His father would kill him if he ever found out he was moving drugs. The son of a politician couldn't be caught up in this kind of life, it would slander his father's name. And God the headlines of newspaper articles would be fucking crazy.

Now Hongjong was caught up in this shit he couldn't get out off if he wanted to. Your father already told him if he ever left you or even hurt you, he would kill Hongjong's family in front of him; your father already had bullets with their names. Literally.

Doing this kind of work could get Hongjoong killed if he wasn't careful; he was associating himself with dangerous people who knew who he was and where he lived. At least your father offered him protection. Stay loyal. That's all your father asks of him.

A knock on the tinted SUV window makes Hongjong roll it down. Yeosang takes off his sunglasses smiling at Hongjoong. Yeosang was one of your father's buyers and the guy you used to fuck. You cut him off after you and Hongjong got together. Hongjoong was just a better fuck and a good obedient boy when you needed him to be. And because of that Yeosang felt some type of way about you cutting him off. He could smell your favorite Arabian perfume coming off Hongjong. And that made his jaw tick.

"Has she been a good fuck for you?" Yeosang asks.

"That's none of your business," HongJoong said. "I got your load in the back.”

Hongjoong steps out of the SUV adjusting his suit. The two men in the front get out with their guns, just in case anything goes down. Yeosang men were just a few feet away watching with their guns out too. Hongjoong opens the trunk. Yeonsang signals for his men to come over. One of the men hands him a silver briefcase. Yeosang opens it letting Hongjong see the money inside before handing it over to him.

“How's Y/n?” Yeosang asks he steps out of the way as his men move the load from the trunk over to the car.

Hongjoong doesn't see why he cares about how you are doing. You and Yeosang were never a thing romantically. He rather fuck you like some rabbit into the bedsheets than care about anything you had going on with you.

“Y/n is one of your business anymore. So stop bringing her up each time we meet.”

Yeosang laughed, clapping his hands like Hongjoong said something funny. He steps to Hongjoong, his eyes lowering, getting a little darker.

“You think your preppy little ass has claim over her? You're just a dick she can fuck whenever she wants. When she finds her new plaything you'll be tossed to the side like some cum rag.” Yeosang spits on Hongjoong's shoes.

“Are you that salty cause, Y/n isn't fucking your little dick ass anymore?” Hongjoong bites back.

That pisses Yeosong off.

Of course, you told Hongjoong how small Yeosang's dick was. And how he wasn't able to satisfy you as much. You only kept Yeosang around because of his connections with the Mafia and because he spoiled you with Chanel and Tiffany.

“Watch yourself, Hongjoong.” Yeosang bumps Hongjoong's shoulder as he walks toward his car.

Great. Another reason for him to stay looking over his shoulder.

a/n: okay I was laughing so hard while writing the smut part lol. Idk if they'll be a part two or not. So I just let it end there in case anyone wants a part two.

Hiii~ I'm trying to create more stuff for black readers. Like of black girls getting loved on not just sexually. Like just really soft love, a lil angst a lil fluff, some fun adventures. Just whatever nice for black reader. If anyone can request something that would be really cool. 🥺

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Hii, I'm taking Bada Lee request since my brain has been stuck on her a lot recently. I'm sorry but I don't take smut request. 🙇🏾‍♀️

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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