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Sleepover | San x Blk Fem reader

Summary: You're excited yet nervous about your first sleepover with your boyfriend, San, who is super in love with you.

REQUESTED BY ANON.

Just very cute fluffy fluff stuff (Just know I tried)

You stood back with your hands on your hips admiring your handy work. If building forts were an actual job, you'd make good money. It's decked on the inside with pillows, fairy lights, your squishmallows, blankets to keep warm, a basket of snacks, and the TV.

This was the first time that your boyfriend, San, was sleeping over. It needed to be something special. Something fun. So you told San, “Let's have a sleepover!”

Just as much as you were excited about the idea, so was he. You had a lot planned for the night but didn't think you two could make it to everything on the list. But sleepovers aren't actually meant for sleeping, so maybe you two would mark everything off the list.

You changed into your pajamas. And one last time you check the fort making sure it is up to code and won't come falling down on you and San. The doorbell rings. You rushed to the door, sliding down the hall in your socks.

“San!” You yelled as you yanked open the door.

He's smiling holding his squishmallow. He's in a matching pajama set like yours.

“Hey, Babe. You look really cute.”

Your cheeks burn a little.

“So do you! Come in.”

San steps in. He leans towards you placing a kiss on your forehead. Even though You and San have been dating for a little while now, you still aren't used to the little things that he does. So it made your heart race.

“I'm excited to be spending the night,” he said as he stepped into the living room. “Wow, you built this?”

“Yup. The hard labor paid off in the end,” you said.

San put his squishmallows inside the fort with yours. You grabbed San by the forearm and spun him around.

“I made a list of everything we're doing tonight.”

“What's first on the list?”

“Making heart-shaped pizzas!”

You gestured for your boyfriend to follow you into your small kitchen. Everything was laid out on the kitchen table in the corner. You washed your hands first and then San after you. You both sat at the table. San opens the cans of Pillsbury pizza dough and the tomato sauce.

As you're making the pizza with him. There's the conversation in between belly-aching laughter that makes you feel warmer. San was having a hard time forming his pizza dough into a heart. It looked like something deformed. So you fixed it for him. San spreads the tomato sauce on the pizzas and you go in with the mozzarella cheese and mini pepperonis, making a smiley face on the heart pizzas. You preheat the oven and when it is ready, San put the pizzas into the oven.

You popped some mini pepperonis in your mouth as you hopped up on the countertop. San stands in between your legs and you feed him a pepperoni.

“What's your favorite thing in the whole wide world?” You ask.

San thinks long and hard. Then his lips pulled into a smile.

“My favorite thing?”

“Yeah.”

“That's a hard one,” he said. “I wouldn't say a thing, though. But a person.”

“Who is your favorite person, then?”

You feed him another pepperoni.

“Well, it's this girl. She has a really pretty smile. Makes my heart skip a beat with just a look. And she has a really pretty name, too. I think you know her. Her name is Y/n?” San laughed.

You rolled your eyes, pushing his shoulder playfully. You were never someone's favorite person, and It so felt nice.

San touches your arm letting his fingertips drag along your skin, leaving goosebumps. There's a moment when it felt like the world slowed down just a bit for the two of you. It's sudden. Yet sweet. When San leans in and kisses you.

He laced his fingers with yours. You hear your heartbeat in your ears. When San kisses always seemed like magic. Silly. But his kisses did.

You and he are so lost in the little kiss that the pizzas are forgotten.

***

The pizzas burnt in the oven.

You and San laughed about it over the takeout you both were eating inside the fort.

“So we burnt the pizza. What's next on the list that we can't burn?”

“Making friendship bracelets!”

After eating. You ran to your room to grab the clear containers of beads you had picked up from Target earlier that day. Crawling back into the fort, you hand one to San. You both sat cross-legged in front of each other. San turned on the TV and logged into his Spotify. He played the playlist he made for you the second week of the relationship. The playlist was named “To The Pretty Girl Who Stole My Heart.”

San made his friendship bracelet with your favorite colors and his name. And yours for him had flower beads with letter beads that spelled out “forever yours”

“It's nice, isn't it?” You ask as you put your bracelet on San.

“Yeah. I'm never taking it off. I can't wait to show the guys!” he said, smiling.

You met San's friends before. A bunch of chaotic guys that were fun to be around.

San puts his bracelet on you and you admire it like it is an expensive tennis bracelet. It was better than that.

“I'm never taking mines off either!” You threw yourself onto San, knocking him onto his back. He smiles at you with love in his eyes.

San was absolutely crazy about you. He placed a kissed on forehead. “I love you Y/n.” He whispered.

His love for you is big.

After the bracelet making the next thing on the list was taking Polaroid pictures.

San held the Fuji camera, you are behind him. He counts to three and you both make a silly face. San said he was keeping that one in the back of his phone case. Then there was one of you both kissing, that one would at the back of your phone case.

A couple more photos were taken and you and San traded them like Pokemón cards. San really wanted all the cute photos of you, only so he could brag to his friends that he had the cutest girlfriend in the world.

“Dance off!” You shouted.

San laughed.

“We both know who will win.”

“Me of course.”

“Thats cute you think that babe.” San pinches your cheeks and pulls them.

San is up first busting out his killer moves, making funny sexy faces as he runs his hands down his body.

“Booo!” You give a thumbs down.

San grabbed one of the squishmallows from the fort and threw it at you, but you're quick and doughed the mallow.

“Let's see what you got then, Y/n.”

You did in fact show San what you got. Showing him the dance routine you've been saving just in case you ever did need to pull the moves for a dance-off. He falls over in laughter, clutching his sides, kicking his feet.

“Wow, you have no rhythm at all.”

You stopped dancing giving your boyfriend the evil eye. “Well I'm sorry not everyone can be a sexy dance God.”

San sits up smirking.

“So I'm sexy?” he wiggled his brows.

“Did I say sexy?” You play dumb batting your eyes.

“You did.”

“Well, I didn't mean to say that.”

San reached up grabbing your hand pulling you down between his legs. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He loved the way you smells. It was comforting.

“Well, I think your sexy.” he mumbles against your skin.

Your face goes hot.

“Oh, hush.”

“Don't like hearing the truth?” he teases you.

You smiled a little saying, “I do.”

“Sexy, Sexy, Sexy.” He laughs.

***

Next on the list was to do facemasks and watch TV inside the fort while cuddling the squishmallows. There was a new show on Netflix that you wanted to watch with San.

But instead of watching the show you were staring at San. He's cute with his hello kitty facemask.

“What?” San asks as he popped some Skittles in his mouth.

“Oh... Oh, nothing I was just–” You looked back at the TV.

“Staring at me being a creep?” he teased you.

You take your squishmallow you're cuddling and hit him with it. San screams. You settle back down and look at the TV screen. He stuck his tongue out at you when you weren't paying attention.

“San?”

“Yeah?”

“You know how I'm your favorite person?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you're my favorite feeling.” You rest your head on his shoulder.

He smiles so hard that his cheeks ached.

“It's really nice knowing I'm your favorite feeling,” San said as he rested his head on top of yours. “I hope to be your favorite feeling forever, Y/n.”

A/N: I hope you liked it anon. I tried my best with cute and fluffy stuff. 😭

Ateez with their short s/o

Requested: Ateez's reactions to their short s/o tries to jump on the countertop to reach something.

A/N: I am so sorry it took me a while to actually get to this. But hopefully, you still enjoy it! Sorry for any mistakes.

Seonghwa: When he sees you trying to jump on the countertop. He rushes over standing behind you with his arms out ready to catch you if you fall. "Y/n, what are you doing?" He would ask in a slight panic. All you wanted to do was get your favorite snack without bothering your boyfriend. When you almost fell back. Seonghwa freaks and helps you down, scolding you a bit before he reaches up to grab your snack for you.

Hongjoong: At first he doesn't pay any attention to what you are doing. He watches you jump up and down to try to get what you want. "Uh, Y/n do you need help?" he would ask. You'll tell him "N-No I got it." As you struggled to get what you wanted. He would watch you as you climb up the countertop. He's scared thinking you were going to hurt yourself. He stands behind you. Carefully watching each of your movements. His reflexes are fast when he thinks you made a wrong move. Stressing him tf out.

Jongho: He rushes up to you when he sees you on the countertop trying to reach for your favorite package of Ramen. “You're going to hurt yourself y/n here. Let me help you.” He would say. But you're very adamant about getting the ramen yourself without his help. “I got this!” You would say. But clearly, you didn't then slip off the countertop scaring the shit out of Jongho. He catches you. Checking to see if you are okay.

San: When he walks into the kitchen and sees you trying to jump up on the countertop. He comes over to you. “Are you trying to hurt yourself?!” He would say. He has told you a million times if you couldn't reach something, come and ask for his help. But there was that part of you that wanted to be independent enough to get something yourself without his help. “I'll get it for you.” he's sweet about. Kisses the top of your head.

Yeosang: Seeing you on the countertop puts him in protective mode. He tries not to freak out because he doesn't want you to freak out because he's freaking out. He uses a gentle voice as he talks to you helping you down. He knows you have been trying not to bug him about getting things for you that were high up. But Yeosang would rather you bug him nonstop to get whatever you wanted. “Y/n, what if you were to hurt yourself?” He would say. A kiss to your hairline.

Mingi: He watches you for a second to see what you're trying to do. When jumping up, trying to grab the cereal doesn't help you. You decide to climb up the countertop. He rushes up to you looking up at you. “Get down before you fall!” He would say. Of course, you didn't think you would fall. You did this a bunch of times when he wasn't home, so you were good until you tried getting down with the cereal and fell into Mingi. He scolds you but makes sure his girl isn't hurt.

Yunho: Yunho had gotten you a step stool a few months ago. That way, you could use it to reach for what you needed. But according to you, you were tall enough to reach for anything and refused to use the step stool. So when he walks into the kitchen and sees you on top of the countertop trying to get bowls for dinner, he's a little upset and afraid you would fall if you weren't careful. He helps you down and flicks your forehead and you pout. “Listen here shorty use the step stool next time. I don't care how tall you think you are, but you're too short to be doing this. You could hurt yourself and I don't wanna see my girl hurt.” he would tell you.

Wooyoung: He did freak out seeing you on the countertop. He's cussing in Korean and trying to get you to come down. You roll your eyes at your boyfriend as you reach for a package of your favorite cookies. “Y/n are you crazy? Why didn't you ask for my help?” he would say as he helped you down. “Because I could get it myself.” You would tell him. He pinches your cheeks. “No, you couldn't if you were climbing up on countertops. Next time, get a chair or come get me.”

Sunscreen | Mingi x Blk Fem Reader

a/n: wrote this for myself cause I'm a little sad and in my feelings. I discovered this lovely song on Spotify called sunscreen and fell in love with it. lyrics are worked into the fic. sorry for any mistakes.

With every break-up, it always seemed like it was your fault. Your recent breakup had been no different from the rest. You felt numb when it suddenly ended. You thought of every single thing that could make your ex look like a bad person in your eyes, but he wasn't a bad person at all.

But you needed him to be.

When people ask you why it ended, you'd shrug, saying, "I don't know." because you really didn't know.

One minute he was here talking about marriage and how he would cry when you walked down the aisle. And the next he's storming through your apartment collecting his things, shoving them into his duffle bag, saying how he couldn't do this anymore. All you could do was cry and beg him not to go. He still left.

Now it's 2 am. You're in your bathroom listening to Erykah Badu while drinking warm red wine from a paper cup. You stare at your hair clippers, turning them on and then cutting your hair. It was freeing in a way you always did this after every breakup. Making you feel less light, but that numbness will still linger for about two more weeks, maybe even months.

So you move through your life without ever really thinking of your ex until something suddenly reminds you of him all over again. Like how when you hear his favorite song that you two would sing while drunk late into the night or when you run into some of his friends and you try your hardest not to ask them how he is doing.

These days were always a little harder.

After when you thought it was okay to actually move on, you get dressed up. Put on your favorite red lipstick and your favorite perfume.

The singles mixer was at a karaoke bar. You signed your name getting a sticker that read: ‘Hello, I'm Y/n’.

You smooth the sticker on to your black Chanel blouse while you order a drink. There were some people already up on stage singing some Taylor Swift song that you heard one time at the grocery store. Cruel summer.

Once you had your drink, you sit back watching everyone as they talk. Remember, you came here to have fun, and meet someone new.

From across the room, you see a guy walk in. He's awkwardly smiling, greeting anyone who walks by him. He slaps on his sticker and you squint your eyes in the dimly lit karaoke room to see his name tag. But all you could make out was ‘Min’

He slid down beside you. You pretend not to notice him. He leans towards you spooking you.

“Y/n's a cute name.” He says with a smile.

With the brim of your glass to your lips, you mutter, “Thank you.”

You glanced at his name sticker. ‘Hello, I'm Mingi.’

The host of the mixer came around encouraging those who were just sitting to get up and have fun. Mingi holds a mic for you. You stare at it before shaking your head.

“I can't really sing.” You say.

“Karaoke is not about how good you can sing. It's about having fun. Sing with me, please?”

So you take the mic. Go up on stage with Mingi. The song Mingi picked was The Black Eyed Peas My Humps. Mingi sings and dances on stage. Everyone was cheering him on. He grabs your hand getting you to dance a little. You're hesitant to sing at first but you sing having fun, but when Mingi twerks, you burst into laughter midway through the song.

You just met the guy and you couldn't help but imagine yourself with him. And it felt nice.

I want someone to remind me to wear sunscreen. And take my vitamins when it slips my mind.

You could imagine Mingi peeking his head out of your bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth as he reminds you to not forget to put on sunscreen and to take your vitamins as you're rushing about the kitchen trying to grab your tea mug, keys, and bag so you could head the door.

I want someone who knows how I like my coffee and wants to share a bed from morning to night.

Then you couldn't help but imagine him in your kitchen early in the morning, with messy brown hair and shirtless. He would know how you liked your coffee in the mornings. It would take him a week to get it right and when he does, it's worth seeing your smile and telling him he tastes like heaven. Then Saturdays would be your favorite again. Mingi would want to sleep in with you on his days off. And on the days he comes to your place late after work, sharing your bed at night with you would become his favorite thing.

“I would like to get to know you more,” Mingi says as the two of you walk off the stage. At first, you didn't know what to say, too scared that if Mingi eventually knew the real you, he'll be gone too.

But I'm stubborn. Selfish. Easily Jealous at times.

It's hard being you. Now you start to see why things never worked out with anyone else. You were just being yourself. What's a relationship when you couldn't be your true self? So what if you're stubborn? You've been that way since you were five. Selfish. Because you're the eldest daughter who had to be a parent to your younger siblings when your mother didn't feel like being a mother. Being easily Jealous comes from the time in 11th grade when your ex-best friend was far prettier than you, and got all the boys. These things made you into who you were.

I'm hard to love and I just want someone to try.

Of course, you weren't the easiest person on earth to love. But you think that came from your father. You tried your best to make your love easy, to make it comfortable for others to want to lean into. It was the opposite, though. At the end of the day, all you wanted was someone who would try. That's all you ask for.

You let Mingi in a little that night at the mixer. What could it hurt? The worst that could happen is you're crying into your pillow a couple months from now because he breaks up with you.

Ending up in your bed naked by the end of the night with Mingi wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. You'll regret it in the morning when he sneaks out while you're still asleep. So right now, while he's sleeping, you stare at him, counting how many breaths he takes.

By morning, you're a little groggy. You didn't expect to be pulled into Mingi's naked body. He's still here.

I want someone who knows that I'm not made for mornings and doesn't scold me for smoking when I drink.

Mingi doesn't try to pull you out of bed with the talk of breakfast and getting your day started early. Mornings weren't meant for you. And he somehow knew that. By the afternoon, Mingi is still at your place. He's wearing a pair of your sweat pants that go above his ankles. You make lunch for the two of you. Sometimes you like having a smoke during this time of day with a drink. Mingi isn't bothered by it. He doesn't try to scold you telling you how bad for your health it is. He doesn't know you to tell you what's good or bad for you. You liked that, though.

I want someone who can ground me when I'm too high. Light up the dark side of my head.

There were days when you floated on the surface of your mind, not really here, you functioned like you were on autopilot most days. It's been two weeks now. You knew Mingi's last name and all his favorite things. He spends nights at your place on the weekends. He noticed you weren't being yourself, he'd stroke your back, speaking to you softly. Sometimes being in your head all the time makes you depressed. Because you would find your ex still lingering there. Mingi sits and listens to you talk about your ex.

"I want to hate him, Mingi. But my heart won't let me."

Mingi kissed the top of your head. He understood what you were going through he's been here before too.

"Sometimes it takes a while for our hearts to want to let go. It's normal. You just haven't had the time to grieve for the loss of your relationship with your person."

He knew it was going to take you some time to heal and he was willing to wait to for you.

I want someone to share my coffee and sunscreen. My mornings, my stories and my bed.

Two weeks with Mingi turned into two months. He moved into your apartment. His toothbrush had a permanent spot next to yours. You had someone to share coffee with in the evenings. Sharing your sunscreen with Mingi became a daily thing.

You told Mingi all your stories from like the time you were ten and your pet cat Frankie brought you a dead mice, and how you when turned thirteen and your mom forget your birthday and tried to make it up to you by giving you a hostess chocolate cupcake she got from the gas station.

And lazy Sundays cuddled up with Mingi felt nicer than anything in the world. You liked having someone to share your bed with again. Mingi got comfortable with you in a sense he knew you better than your ex had.

Mingi tried with you.

That's all you ever wanted from someone was to try.

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.

Wrote this, but it is not showing up for people to read, so I am re-blogging on my account to see if it works

PLUG DAUGHTER | HONGJOONG X BLK FEM READER.

NSFW 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.

Ateez reactions to their S/O sharing their drink or food with them.

Requested: how would the members react to a s/o being comfortable enough to share their drink or food with them when they know it isn't their thing.

a/n: ugh I hope you like it. 😭 sorry for any mistakes.

YEOSANG: he would be surprised if you shared your drink with him. “really you are sharing with me?” he would ask, taking your bottle of juice and sipping from it. You never liked drinking after people or sharing food. It was never your thing. Yeosang always made sure to never drink out of anything you were having. Since getting into a relationship with Yeosang, you wanted to share your drinks with him, but you weren't always sure if you wanted to until now and saw that your boyfriend looked thirsty.

JONGHO: he would be a little unsure when you offered him a bite of your food. He'd decline at first and then change his mind when you pout a little. Jongho would say something like, “Are you sure?” or “You never share, but I'm happy you offered me a bite.” Jongho is the type of boyfriend who shares his food with you, but he always gives you half of it because he knows you don't like eating after people, not even with him. He never complained about it, though. It was just something you didn't like to do, and he respected that.

WOOYOUNG: he would look at you strangely when you helped your straw up to his lips. “You never share your drinks. What's going on? Where is my girlfriend?” Wooyoung would squint his eyes at you. This was something new, and he was trying to figure out why you suddenly wanted to share your drink. But he happily sipped from the pink-dotted straw. He remembered when you and he first started dating; you told him you didn't drink after people or let anyone drink after you. You just found it a little weird and just weren't comfortable with it.

SAN: he would be happy that you were sharing your food with him and letting him take the first bite and then you have a bite after him. “Oh, wow, you're comfortable sharing your food with me now?” he would smile before taking another bite of your food. San has always waited patiently for you to come around with you sharing your food with him. He never bugged you about it because he knew how picky you could be with these sorts of things.

SEONGHWA: he would be shocked that you were handing over your drink to him. He had said he was thirsty, but there were no vending machines around for him to get anything. “Really? You're letting me drink after you?” he would ask as he took your drink from your hand. He never thought this day would come that you'd be sharing your drink with him. It even took you a while in the relationship to get comfortable enough to share food with him. Seonghwa is the type of boyfriend to want to share his food with you, wanting to feed you after he tasted it first.

YUNHO: he would be a little skeptical about you wanting to share your drink with him. It just wasn't your thing to do. He knew you were trying to be open to sharing with him. “You don't have to share your drink with me if you don't want to, y/n.” he would say. But you wanted to share with him. He's your boyfriend. It was something you would have to get used to doing with him. Besides you always got yummy drinks and wanted for Yunho to taste them, but that fear of having someone drink after you always stopped you from doing so.

MINGI: he would be caught off guard when you take a bite of his burger that he had already bitten into. His eyes were a little wide as he stared at you, watching you chew happily. “Okay, did you really bite my burger?!” he would laugh but felt happy with you eating. It wasn't a rule that you had that you would never eat or drink after Mingi, it was just you never felt comfortable doing it. You've been dating Mingi for a while and you knew you wanted to share stuff with him like food and drinks. He never pressured you into anything, he respected that you didn't like eating and drinking after people.

HONGJOONG: He would be excited that you were finally sharing your drinks with him. Because he always wanted to do that cute couple thing where you both shared a drink, sipping out of your own straws. “Thanks for sharing with me. It means a lot to me that you're comfortable enough to share your drink with me now.” He would say smiling. That's all Hongjoong ever wanted you to be was comfortable with him.

BONNET | ATEEZ X BLK FEM READER

Ateez has different interactions with you and your bonnet.

No warnings.

A/N: Wasn't really sure about this, but hopefully, someone likes it. I enjoyed writing it.

Sorry for any mistakes.

Mingi: He is the type of boyfriend who will carefully put your bonnet back on after it comes off in the middle of the night. He also changed out his pillowcases to silk pillowcases just for you. When you're getting ready for bed, he helps with getting your hair into your bonnet. He'll kiss your forehead telling you: “You're so beautiful. Don't ever forget how beautiful you are. Hell, I'll never let you forget how beautiful you are, Y/n.”

Wooyoung: It was your first time spending the night with your boyfriend Wooyoung. You stood in the bathroom clenching your leopard-printed bonnet in your hands. “What if he laughs.” you'd think. There's a quick knock at the door, and you jump clearing your throat. Wooyoung asks if everything is okay. You suck in a deep breath, slipping your bonnet on. Slowly you opened the door saying to Wooyoung: “Don't laugh.” he'd be a little confused as to why you'd say that then his eyes came to the leopard-printed bonnet. “Oh, honey.” He'd cooed. “I would never laugh at you. You look so lovely in your bonnet."

San: He would buy your bonnets for you. Usually, they would be in his favorite colors, he even got you a customized bonnet with his picture on it a little cheesy, some would think but you loved the hell out that one bonnet. He's the type of boyfriend to remind you to put on your bonnet before sleeping. When you're all whiny and too tired to put it on yourself San puts your bonnet on you with a small pout saying, “Hmm, I think I spoil you too much. You can put your bonnet on yourself, baby.” but he would always do it because he loves taking care of you.

Yunho: He'd be a little surprised seeing you wear your bonnet for the first time around him. “Hey, you never wear your bonnet around me before.” he'd say as he fixes your bonnet on your head. “I...I was just never comfortable enough til now.” You'd say. Hearing this hurts him a little, he gently cups your adorable face tilting your head so you're looking up at him. “Thank you.” He'd say. “Why are you thanking me?” You'd blink, confused at your man. He would smile giving your pouty lips a quick kiss, saying, “For sharing this part of yourself with me. I know it may not be easy for you to let me see you in your bonnet, but I will always still thank you are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Jongho: He helps you get your box braids into your bonnet every night. Jongho always looked forward to helping you, it was his favorite part of his nighttime routine with you. “You know J, you don't always have to help me.” You'd say. Jongho would kiss the top of your head and say, “But I want to help you.” There was this warm feeling that spread over you. This differed from your past relationships where you felt ashamed to even wear your bonnet since your ex-partners would make fun of you or they just found you wearing a bonnet not sexy at all. So having your boyfriend Jongho always help you was this very intimate moment for the both of you.

Yeosang: He wears a matching bonnet with you. The pink bonnet with the blackband. Yeosang would always buy a variety of bonnets for you and him. Always matching ones, though. He had a bonnet with your picture on it that was his favorite one to wear. “God, did you really have to put my face on a bonnet, Yeosang?” You'd ask the first time you saw your face on the silky light blue bonnet he's wearing. He'd playfully grin at you before quickly giving you a kiss on the nose, “Of course I did. You're my beautiful girl.” he'd say. Your face gets all warm and you softly slap your hand against his chest and smile.

Hongjoong: “If you don't like it. I can take it off.” You'd say to Hongjoong the first time he sees you in your bonnet. His brows knit together and he pulls you down to sit on his lap. “No. I love it. I would never ask you to take off your bonnet. I'm happy you're comfortable with me now to let me see you wear one.” He'd give your thigh a light little squeeze. “You don't find me unattractive or anything, do you?” you'd ask. Hongjoong would smile at you, holding your gaze. “Why would I? Protecting your hair is important to me. I still find you attractive with your bonnet. It's sexy.”

Seonghwa: just like Mingi, Seonghwa is the type of boyfriend who puts your bonnet back on in the middle of the night, his voice low, and soft with sleep as he speaks to you while you're half asleep. “Y/n, baby lift your head some for me.” he'd say as tucks your hair back into your bonnet. You'd pout in your sleep not wanting to listen to your boyfriend. Seonghwa would carefully lift your head himself to get your bonnet fully on your head. “You sleep too wild that's why your bonnet always comes off.” he'd kiss your forehead. You mumble something in your sleepy voice into his chest, “The bonnet has a mind of its own.”

Kpop x Blk reader request are open.

Hello, I'm taking request for Kpop groups x Blk reader. Boy or Girl groups. Blk Fem Reader or Blk Male reader. I'll write whoever you want just let me know which group they are from so I have the right person and I can do my little research on them.

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ATEEZ S/o Popular YouTube Live Streamer Reaction.

Requested: i would like to request how ateez members would react to their s/o being a popular YouTube streamer and them accidentally walking in on their s/o live stream in the chat would go crazy.

a/n: this is a birthday themed request. I enjoyed making this. It was funny to me. 🤣

NOT EDITED BUT PROOFREAD A LITTLE.

MINGI: "HAPPY BIRTDA-" He stops at the threshold of the door wearing a party hat and holding a cake. "Oh, are you live streaming?"

You turned in your gamer chair looking at your boyfriend. "Um, yeah."

"Oh, really?" He steps further into the room, looking at the computer screen.

The chat box started going crazy

Zen: Omg is that who I think it is?!?

Baby Tee: Is this your boyfriend y/n? Why does he low-key look like Mingi from Ateez?

Theodore: Oh my freaking nuts. MINGI? Is this a prank? Or is this some crazy video editing somehow?!?

Suan: their boyfriend can't b Mingi. Not THE Mingi. This has to be some kind of prank fr fr.

Psycho: It makes sense now why Y/n never showed us their bf. Its cause he is just as famous as they are!!

You pulled your boyfriend into the screen smiling. "Um, Everyone so yeah... Mingi from ateez is my boyfriend."

Mingi sat the cake down so he could wave. "Hi, Everyone, I am Y/n's boyfriend. Nice to meet you all." He smiles. "If you all don't mind, I'm going to steal y/n for a few hours."

YUNHO: He didn't know that you were in the middle of live streaming when he came dancing into the room singing Happy Birthday and popping confetti poppers.

"Yunho, I'm living streaming right now." You pointed at your computer.

"Oh, shit." he quickly bows. "I didn't mean to ruin your live."

The chat box started to go off.

Kill la Kill: Okay no, cause is dat YUNHO I see? lol.

Mint Mint: U CAN RUIN MY LIFE!!

Prince Charming: Is he ur boyfriend?

Rugrat: Y were u keepin him a secret from us?

Paul: Is this guy famous or sumthing?

Lizzy Bear: Don't tell me he's Y/n's bf like they're my WAIFU!!

NOT OKAY: I hope Y/n can fight. LMAO

"Would you like to join the live with me, Yunho?" You ask him.

"I don't want to steal the attention from you, but if you want to I will." He pushes you out of the way and smiles into the camera. "Yunho, taking over."

JONGHO: While you were in the middle of showing off your new headset, a fan gifted you. Jongho burst open the door blowing a party blower. "Let's get the party start-" he pauses. "Oh. Oh, are you streaming already?"

"Yeah." You said. "Want to say hi?"

Jongho wobbles over, waving. "Hi, I'm Jongho. Y/n's number 1 supporter."

The chat box starts flooding in with messages.

Bambi: No way. NO FREAKING WAY THIS IS THE JONGHO!!

Jaya Jaya ya: He should be grateful to have bagged a baddie like Y/n.

Shy Mariah: BLOW THE WHISTLE!

sUpEr MaRio: I just started stanning ATEEZ and Jongho is my bias!!! i'mma go cry in a corner.

My lucky lady: New Ship?

BBQ Sauce on my tittes: Jst waiting for the crazy fans to enter the chat *sips tea*

SAY MY NAME: Does dis mean we getting couple stuff now? cuz I don't mind at all :)

Jongho laughs at the ship comment saying. "What can our ship name be?"

You rolled your eyes nudging him out of the way. "Jongho has boyfriend duties now. Say bye Jongho."

He pouts. "Bye Y/n's live stream fans."

SEONGHWA: He was rubbing his sleepy eyes in his other hand was a gift bag with your birthday gift, he sleepily walked into the middle of your live stream yawning, holding out your gift in front of you. "Y/n, happy birthday."

"Baby, say hi to my fans." You beamed.

"Huh?"

You pulled him down to be in frame and pointed at your computer. "I'm live."

"What?!" Seonghwa nervously laughed, running his fingers through his messy bleached hair. "Um, Hi Y/n's fans I didn't mean to interrupt."

Fever Fever: Mother Seonghwa is that u?

Bad boi dwn: Oh, wonder how his company is going to cover this up?

Queen of tha South: Wasn't expecting to be blinded by a handsome man.

Lil Lotto: We need a story time cause like wtf?

U can call me monster: Y/n musta did something in a past life to be this lucky to get a K-POP man.

Crazy Form: whenever he eat the cookie he got good form?????

Alice In Wonderland: This man makes me forget I'm lesbian.

"Should we do a small q & a?" You ask your fans.

Seonghwa sits on your lap. "Yeah, should we?"

WOOYOUNG: He was wearing a pink lace apron and carrying a homemade cake when he walked into the middle of your live streaming while you were doing the dance to Bouncy.

"I baked you a cake for your birthday but I see you're busy. I'll come back later." Wooyoung said.

"I'm having a birthday live. You can join in. Everyone would love to see you."

Your fans started flooding the chat.

Pirate King: R my eyes deceiving me? Wooyoung is that you my boy?

Kitty Kat: Oh they really living the Y/n life.

White boy wasted: Haters gonna say this fake.

i stole ur bias: adding to the hit list.

Alpha Josh: So are we going to ignore the fact that this man is overly gorgeous?

Pizza HūrT: Life isn't fair because how can I live the Y/n dream? do I need to play “I'm not like other girls” card?

Dirty Sprite: K, that explains why she never shows us her phone screen saver.

Woo Woo: I can't right now. Because like Wooyoung and Y/n are together? Two of my favorite ppl n the world!

“Well, since I'm in the live stream, can you all help me wish, Y/n a very happy birthday.” Wooyoung gives you a kiss on the cheek.

YEOSANG: He didn't mean to barge in during your live stream. At first he doesn't notice because he puts his phone in your face. The rest of Ateez faces were shoved into the phone camera yelling happy birthday to you, it was so chaotic and loud. You smiled at Yeosang.

“Babe I'm in the middle of a live stream right now.”

“You are?”

“Yeah. See everyone is commenting.” You point at the chat box.

Yeosang reads the incoming messages.

Depresso Expresso: idk how to explain it but he's the product of his mother during all the work doing sex.

Dat girl Maya: yeah what they said ^^^

Get'em Gates: r u 2 dating?

Ur Faves Can't Rap: I'm suddenly gay.

M0lLy: Oh I know he's cracking her back like a glow stick every night.

I got that dog in meee: Funny of u to assume he does the cracking ^^^

Princess Tee: he's a work of ARRRT.

Megan Thee Goat: He's the definition of HOT BOY. If ykyk.

“Okay say bye to Yeosang everyone before he gets a big head.” You laughed, poking your boyfriend in the ribs.

HONGJOONG: “Okay make a wish!” Hongjoong burst into your room with a cupcake in his hand and a big smile on his face.

You spun in your gaming chair. “Where are your clothes?”

“I'm your birthday gift.” Hongjoong winks at you.

“Thats nice in and all. But there's like 100,000 people seeing your junk.”

“You're joking right?” He lets out a nervous laugh, using the cupcake to cover himself.

“Nope. Live stream.”

“Live stream?” he swallowed and waves at everyone watching. “Hi, I'm um Hongjoong Y/n's birthday gift.”

The chat box went crazy.

Vanilla baby: At least he came unwrapped. My God!!!

GUERRILLA: ooou he's a big boy indeed.

Choke me spank me: sssjjiokhdgfertgyjbfrfv.

San's left nut: I can die happily now.

Icky Vicky: He your man?!?

Touch sum grass: HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!! But please get your naked man off the screen. My mom walked in and thought I was watching porn....

Jimin's baby momma: am I in a fanfic right now?

Peru Peru: He slanging.

Sativa: he really gifted us all.

Bill Nye: isn't this how most porns start?

3D: Can he make it bouncy?

Olivia: This man is sex on legs.

“Sorry, everyone. Hongjoong will go put on some clothes now.”

“But I like the attention.”

You ended the live playfully beating up Hongjoong.

SAN: He had the same idea as Hongjoong but instead of being naked he wore a silk black robe but still naked underneath. San walked into your room with a bottle of champagne and from somewhere in the house Birthday by Katy Perry played.

"Y/n, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!" San drops his robe, bare ass to the camera. "This is all for you. but when isn't it?" he smirks.

You stared at your boyfriend. "Um babe, you're mooning my live stream."

"What the fuck?" He hurries to grab the robe from the floor to cover himself. "Why didn't you say anything sooner!”

You laughed. “I wasn't expecting you go all Chippendale's on me.”

The messages started to flood in.

Isamu: Um... Continue please?

Misty Blue: lol mooning yes. A FULL moon indeed.

Hawaii Five - O: Lol is it just me are does he look like San from ATEEZ?

Jazmine: Yea was watching with my dad...Thanks...

Lisa: CAUSE IT IS SAN FROM ATEEZ. *screaming and punching the air*

Da Kid: Boyfriend or Roommate?

Hailey: noooo y is my husband there with Y/n!!!! San you come home this minute!

Supernatural Fan: Didn't think I'd b seeing a guy's bare ass while enjoying my salad.

Beth: Thank you for the heart attack.

Charlie: I don't think roommates do this kind of thing @ Da Kid.

Angelina: PUT IT ON MEEEEEE!!!SCXSYBXQTIVKSWTCHOUDWWXGHGD

Kimmy: Are u getting dick downed by him every night?

iPad adult: Too much junk in the trunk lol.

“Now that everyone has seen my boyfriend's butt. I'm ending the stream.”

“Does that mean you're going to enjoy your birthday gift now?” San smiles at you.

Black fic writer here 🙂‍↕️👩🏾‍💻

black writers, if you’re out there pls sound off bc i need fics to show love! 🥰

This was my first time writing a fanfic with smut and I cringed and laughed so hard because what business did I have writing this shit?

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.

THIS IS HOW YOU FALL IN LOVE | Mingi x Black Tomboy Reader | FANFIC SERIES.

Line Inspiration: From Strangers to friends, friends into lovers.

Summary: Mingi wanted to dance in the September rain with you and eat your favorite ice cream on hot summer days. He wanted to know the things you don't tell your close friends and he wanted to know your favorite song and your favorite day of the week. He wanted to know all the things that made you, you.

Warning: Underage drinking.

Genre: Slice of life, Fluff, shaky relationship with parent, Strangers to friends to lovers, Teenagers Au.

Author's Note: FINALLY LET'S GET INTO THIS MINGI FANFIC!!! Lol. The story was kind of proofread but still there may be some mistakes. I'm just riding the vibe of this story, so please don't mind me. This scene in chapter 1 is loosely based on a scene from a book I love named open water. I really loved the feeling it gave me when I read it.

CHAPTER ONE: Hope to see you again.

It's the brief moments that two strangers share an encounter. Names are exchanged and smiles are shared. You think he's cute, but he sort of thinks you're kinda cute of, but if you weren't dressed like a boy. There are a lot of people in someone's basement who you didn't know, but your friend Seonghwa knew the person who was throwing the party. You pull Seonghwa to the side. People drank lukewarm beer, some already drunk, some getting there.

Your fingers wrap around the red solo cup of piss-looking beer. Taking a sip you cringe. This wasn't you. This party wasn't you.

“You good?”

“You know I don't do parties, Seonghwa.”

“Didn't you say you wanted to get out of the house?”

“Yea–”

“So what's the problem?” he knocks his shoulder into yours, causing beer to splash over the rim of your solo cup.

Yeah, what was the problem? Seonghwa was already having a good time. Everyone else here was already deep into a good time. And then there's you who wasn't having a good time.

You smiled. Another sip. “No, Problem.”

Seonghwa takes your forearm dragging you through the crowded basement. “Let me introduce you to someone.”

In the corner was a DJ, spinning records, fading in and out, fast and slow. Something Megen Thee Stallion fading into Back That Ass by Juvenile. It gets the girls throwing their ass back on guys. And had some girls throwing ass back on each other. Their bodies move like they're at some Freaknik.

You felt yourself wanting to move to the music, too. To be a part of something you could talk about tomorrow with Seonghwa while on your break. Another sip. The beer warmed your insides. Another sip. You're feeling good.

You and Seonghwa stood in front of a boy. Tall. Bottle blonde hair with a serene smile. It's you who reach out first to shake his hand, but he takes you aback with an open hug, the casual embrace leaving you unsure if you should hug him back. Your drink spills a little on you. Now your dad will smell it and ask if you've been drinking. You'll lie though, and say something like: “Naw, this guy, rude, spilled his beer on me.”

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey.”

He smiled. You awkwardly stood there waiting for Seonghwa to introduce the two of you, but he was chatting with some girl now. Now you're scrambling to find something to say to this boy, but you're a little buzzed. So he stares at you. You stare at him. In the beat of silence that felt like forever, Seonghwa finally squeezes himself between that awkwardness.

“Y/n this is, Mingi. Mingi, this is Y/n,” he said. “She's single, you're single.”

Mingi laughed. “Oh, a setup I see.”

You elbow your friend in the ribs making him grunt. So that's why he wanted you to meet this someone, cause you both were single.

For the longest, Seonghwa has been trying to hook you up with people he knows. Never anyone who stayed in your life permanently. They were temporarily there one minute and gone the next. It was the boys never you. They just couldn't date someone who acted like too much of a guy and who was taller than them.

“I'm sorry about Seonghwa he doesn't know to mind his business,” You said.

“Helping,” he said. “Just helping. Her cup is empty, Mingi. Get her another drink, yeah?”

Seonghwa shoved you forward to go with Mingi. You tripped bumping into him, but he caught you with a laugh.

“I'm good on the drink.”

“I figured we should just head to the makeshift bar to give Seonghwa something to be proud of. Like he actually did a good deed.”

You laughed. Mingi laughed.

The strobing of party lights lit up Mingi's face before blinding you. The makeshift bar had bottles of liquor, and red solo cups of beer. Mingi goes for a solo cup. You lean against the makeshift bar feeling it tilt a bit.

Again, you don't know what to say, so Mingi talks. You watch his eyes, watch his hands as he talks, splashing beer every which way. It's the way he talks you notice when he gets excited and can't find the right word in English. He switches to Korean like you could understand him. But it's somewhere between his English and Korean you get a small glimpse of home. Not your home. But his. You oddly think about how you would explore his home more. With him guiding you. Telling you about this and that. Pointing out things he loved and things he hated.

In a way, you wanted him to explore your home, too. To tell him why you hated being yourself. That you didn't feel American enough to be one. To teach him how to say something in your native language and watch his mouth and tongue as he mispronounces words.

“You sure you don't want a drink?” Mingi asked.

You look around the crowded basement for a sign of Seonghwa. He's busy with some brunette who's smiling at him. He's slumped over her with his arm on the wall.

“I'm good.”

“How do you know Seonghwa?”

“Childhood friends.” You said. “You?”

“He knows my cousin. We became friends that way.”

Then you wanted to ask who his cousin was because Seonghwa knew a lot of people who he would introduce you. People names you can't remember. But they remembered you as The tall tomboy. Never by your name.

Mingi was suddenly pulled away by a pretty girl who needed him. You catch a small glimpse of her. Pretty face. Pretty smile.

He calls out to you. “Y/n, hope to see you again!”

You raised your solo cup with half a drop of beer inside. “Me too.” but he's already gone.

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Ateez San x Black fem reader

Your curly strands of hair cascaded over your plump cheeks. As your mouth hung slightly open, soft breaths escaped from your lips, tinted a delicate shade of red. With a gentle touch, San pressed his thumb into the velvety flesh, his eyes fixed on what he yearned to desperately kiss. In that fleeting moment, he locked his gaze with yours, and your heart skipped a beat, ignited by the intense warmth emanating from his deep, chocolate eyes.

help me out, which story

Cooking up something for y'all but it seems to be too many somethings and now i don't know which project to finish first.