#Nct x poc

[unique-high]

Hi love 💕 I would like to request a fic where y/n gets pregnant and Mark from NCT is just so soft and loving and just completely takes care of her. Btw thank you for writing all genres for us black girls and making us feel loved and seen 🥺🤍

My baby is having a baby | Mark Lee x blk fem reader

word count: 847

sorry for any mistakes.

Note: Omg I love this! Thank you so much for requesting. And awe you're welcome. 😭 I just want black girls to have nice things too. 🥹

Mark: He loves your little round belly. He couldn’t keep his hands off you, always touching your belly and caressing it. One of the things Mark loves to do is lay his head on your belly and talk to the baby. He was amazed at how you and he created another human being and how it was growing inside you each day. “I want another baby,” Mark says one night in bed as he’s rubbing cocoa butter onto your stretch marks. You laughed at him saying, “We haven’t had the first baby yet, Mark.”   Your boyfriend smiles a little saying, “I mean after this little one.”

Mark: Ever since becoming pregnant, you hadn’t felt your prettiest with the stretch marks and the gained weight and how your body was changing. But Mark loves your body even more now that you're carrying his child. One morning you cried because you couldn’t fit into your favorite pair of jeans anymore saying how fat you had gotten. Mark pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head, his hands gently running up and down your sides as he speaks to you in the softest voice ever. “Hey.” Mark says, “When can get you another pair of jeans.”   You shake your head pouting into his chest. “I want these jeans!”      Mark's hands were still moving up and down your sides. “Okay, love we can get another pair of jeans like those.” 

Mark: Before your stomach got bigger and rounder. You would wear Mark's hoodies all the time because they smelt like him. But now the hoodies wouldn’t go past your belly. You cried to Mark about it. So one day he went to the store and bought some larger hoodies. He wore them first leaving his scent and favourite cologne behind. He gives them to you. “You do too much for me.”  You say as you put on one of the hoodies.   Mark cups your face, he's smiling. “You deserve it, baby.” 

Mark: Being pregnant, you ate a lot and craved the strangest of things in the middle of the night. Like tonight, you craved pickles and chocolate sauce again. You wake up Mark, feeling a little bad about it. But he doesn't mind at all. “What is it, Y/n?” he asks you, voice groggy, as he rubs sleep from his eyes.     “I'm hungry.”   You pout. Mark nods, gets out of bed, slips on his slippers, and grabs his car keys and wallet. “Prickles and Chocolate sauce, right?” He asks with a yawn.

Mark: Today you and Mark were going to the autumn festival. It's been hard for you to put on your own shoes and tie them since your belly was in the way. You sat on the little stool near the front door. Mark was kneeling down at your feet, slipping your socks on you, and then putting your shoes on you and tying them nicely. “Mark~ I don't deserve you.”  You say.     “But you do deserve me,” Mark says as he reaches up, bopping your cute nose, making you giggle.

Mark: He's in love with every version of you. But his two favorite versions of you are when you're sleeping and when you're smiling and dancing around. Now you're pregnant. This version of you was going to be just as special. On the days when you worry about being a bad mommy.  Mark gently scolds you saying, “Ah, don't say something that's not true. You're going to be an amazing mother. Don't think that way.” He then wraps you in a comforting hug, pecking your face with sweet little kisses and telling you how much he loves you with each kiss. 

Mark: Sometimes you're exhausted because of your pregnancy so you can’t do things you wanted to like during your hair. And Mark knew how you liked keeping your hair done. He’d watch a bunch of YouTube videos and even took classes on how to do black hair so he could help make things easy for you. It’s raining outside. The soft flow of Neo Soul plays from a Bluetooth speaker, you sat between Mark’s legs as he did your hair into two strand twist. “You really didn’t have to do this for me.” You say.   Mark puts some product on your hair. “But I wanted to, Y/n.”    You couldn’t help but smile and feel warm all over. Mark was the best guy you ever had been with and you were so grateful to be having a child with him.

Mark: He couldn't wait to see who the baby would resemble. “I really hope the baby has your nose and eyes. I really love your nose and eyes.” Mark says as he's helping you with nesting.   “I hope our little one has your smile! Like that would be the cutest thing ever.” You said gushing. You loved Mark's smile a lot. You will never forget that big excited smile on his face when you told him you were pregnant.  He picked you up and twirled you around the bedroom, saying, “My baby is having a baby!” 

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[moonlightdreamzz]

Ok — Mark Lee

The two of you could never make it work; that didn’t mean that Mark would ever stop trying.

My baby says she wanna dance with a ghost / She wants to leave me, uh?

Another night, another fight. Well, at least that’s how it would’ve been had you not finally called it quits with Mark officially a month ago today.

You knew it was the right thing to do. If you wanted to go right, he wanted to go left. If he was in the mood for sour, you were in the mood for sweet. The only fucking thing the two of you could see eye to eye on was the fact that you believed in God, and that you loved each other more than life.

Every time you tell people this they all ask the same question; isn’t love enough? The other things seem so fixable.

As you sit in your apartment, everything seeming so damn gloomy without his precious love wrapping around you like a blanket on the coldest day of the year, you’re wondering the same thing.

No, y/n! You think to yourself. You do this every time. The two of you get in a big fight, one of you breaks up with the other, then you realize you can’t breathe without one another and come back like nothing happens until the cycle repeats.

You meant it when you said you had had enough with it all. You had been doing so well. You hadn’t looked at your phone in a month. Some would call you weak for not being able to simply decline the phone calls and mass texts - if they were even there, but you did what you had to to do to stick by your word.

What you didn’t know was that Mark was doing the same. He currently sat in his room in the dorm feeling so fucking empty. Luckily he had practice to keep his mind distracted from how much he needed your body on top of his - how much he needed to feel your heartbeat on his own as you struggled to fall asleep. He needed to rub your back and press light kisses on your forehead; the scent of something a perfect mix of sweet and sour resting on your scalp. It was his favorite smell in the entire word other than the one that lingered in places where the sun rarely shines. Don’t even get him started on how much he needed that.

His fellow members tried their best to check on him. Even they began to get worried when days had passed without you stopping by as they were aware of your make up, break up schedule to a T.

“I’m fine.” is what he said every time. He never took his eyes off the ceiling. He knew sometimes they weren’t even asking was he okay. Sometimes they were offering to take his mind off of you with some dumb activity that wouldn’t do the trick. Sometimes they were saying that dinner had arrived. Regardless his answer stayed the same. He was fine. Mark wasn’t fine though. He was completely heartbroken. You were the love of his life. The two of you didn’t have to see eye to eye for him to understand this.

He would’ve usually blown your phone up by this time, begging to see you. But he saw the look in your eyes this time. He deserved better. You deserved better. Why was it so hard to let go of something that clearly wasn’t working and never really did?

It was because you were his baby, and he couldn’t see you with anyone else. He wouldn’t.

This time it was your fault. He can remember the argument clear as day.

The two of you were in the car - the only place you could ever be if you weren’t inside for privacy purposes.

“Do you really think I’m about to sit here and watch that shit!” He yelled, referring to how close and cuddly he clear as day saw you getting with Juyeon from The Boyz. I mean it was painful to see how much he was making you laugh. The subtle touches. He wasn’t stupid.

You still looked like his angel even through your excuses. You also remember lying right to his face as the two of you recalled the same memory from your different points of view.

Maybe you did notice how hard Juyeon was trying. Maybe you did realize that it wasn’t appropriate for you to be so close to him, especially with your boyfriend at the same function. He was the one who was supposed to be giving you that attention. But Mark didn’t understand - he makes you feel so much, and it’s terrifying because every time you get this way; obsessed, always needed ones touch, allowing no one to ever seemingly take their place at the time, the person fails you. You remember yelling this at him in the car.

“I told myself after I got cheated on the last time that I would never even do this again!”

“Do what?!” Mark yelled back, damn near shaking with how upset he was.

“Let someone in! Fall for someone so hard! You don’t fucking get it, Mark. That’s where I am with you and I feel like if get too comfortable I’m going to get my heart broken and I love you too much to go through that. We already have enough problems. You don’t make me feel stable enough to truly feel this. You’re no fucking help at all!”

“Are you deadass, y/n? After everything I’ve ever told you about me? The way I’ve comforted you through every little stupid thing you’ve brought to me? I have held you the fuck down for the past eight months and you’re telling me that I don’t make you feel safe?”

“Yes.” You said, feeling every emotion wanting to explode inside of you in that moment. “Yes, Mark. that’s what I’m saying.”

“Get out.”

“I’m not getting out.”

“Why not?

“Because I have something I need to say.”

It was at that moment that you broke up with him. That you told him you meant it this time - he wouldn’t be hearing from you again.

Yes, you were wrong in what you did. but Mark had been wrong a million times in the same ways. It was just how the relationship was.

The question still remained - did it have to be like that? Or is that just what the two of you settled for?

Mark asked himself the same question as he heard a knock on his door. He didn’t want company right now. He wanted you. He wanted to figure out a way to make everything work. You belonged with him even if it didn’t feel like it sometimes.

"Have you even like...showered?" A familiar preppy voice spoke.

"Not in the mood dude, seriously." Mark says sternly. Anybody could get it over you, over this entire bullshit situation.

"Okay. That's fair, my bad. I meant what I said though, Mark." Johnny plops down on the assumed full size bed beside his best friend. It has pained him to see Mark like this - not eating, bathing, or speaking unless spoken to. And all because of such a toxic situation that he never belonged in.

Mark stays silent as his eyes refuse to leave the ceiling. He’s pretty certain he hasn't moved from this position since he got in it.

"Please let me get you out the house today. Please."

Silence.

"Do you at least want to talk about it?"

"What's the point in doing that when I know you don't like her. None of you do." Now Mark's mind is flashing through different memories. He couldn't count on one hand the amount of times he had been sat down by his members to "talk about y/n". Talk about how your fights were affecting practice. How you seemed to be "too big of a distraction".

"That's not true, Mark."

"Are you serious? How can you look at me and say that bro? You guys love it when we're not together."

"You think we love seeing you moping around everywhere like your dog died? No. We just want the best for you. Yes, we've mentioned that we don't think she's the best choice for you, but we tried to respect it. She's a sweet girl, and you're a great guy. Sometimes the two just don't go together.

"Okay, then case closed."

"But," Johnny breathes out, "Maybe there is something I don't know about you two. Which is why venting to me would likely be helpful for the both of us."

Truth be told, Mark was down too bad to past the opportunity up. When you two had issues, you had a million people to run to. He had no one. Just the thought of his brother being able turn his foggy head into a semi-clear one gave him a sense of relief he didn't know he needed.

He finally gets up, his back thanking him, but saying fuck you at the same time with the mix of pain and pleasure that ran up his spine.

"A judge free zone?"

"A judge free zone." Johnny promises.

You finally woke up from a much needed nap. your house was as a quiet as a mouse, which never bothered you, but that gloominess was still there.

You should look at your phone, shouldn’t you? I mean that was the only thing left at this point to distract you.

You grab it off the charger and start easy - TikTok. You can’t lie, it boosts your mood. You’re giggling a little, which is good. That means you’re finally able to be happy by means of someone other than Mark.

After about thirty minutes, you’re bored again. You were never the type to sit for hours. God, you wish Mark was here rubbing on your back letting you know he was trying to do a little more than laugh. The way he looked at you when he wanted to be inside you…no one could ever say no. It was the way he bit his lip. It was the way his tone of voice turned dark and sultry, and his hands always knew exactly where to touch you. You want to touch yourself, but you won’t. It’ll make you go back.

So what do you do now? You didn’t have anything to cook with, and you wouldn’t have done it anyway. You’re not that happy. You don’t want to order anything because you can hear Mark’s voice telling you it’s too dangerous when you’re home alone. You always persisted you were a grown woman - he insisted that when you were with him, you were to be nothing but a princess, and when he wasn’t there with you? You were to stay in the kingdom with no visitors until your knight and shining armor came back from war. War, being practice, or whatever artistic thing he was working on that was stopping him from being able to inhale your sweet scent.

He was so damn corny sometimes, but you loved it.

As you’re about to settle for another nap, you hear a familiar knocking on your door. You freeze up immediately, automatically sweating everywhere and itching all the same - a habit you formed as a child when you were nervous.

Why would he do this? Why? It had been a month. You were doing good. He knows all it takes is one good apology and you would crawl back. He was all you had.

No, y/n. You say, forcing yourself up as you approach the door strongly with your alien pajama pants he gifted you and a mere fitted tank top. You hair stayed in your bonnet and your face was bare. You didn’t want to look anything but like this.

You open the door, and you know he thinks that he’s won already considering your lack of hesitation. He’s staring at you with those beautiful, brown doe eyes of his that always make you melt. Even when he was angry with you. You want to say I love you. You want to tell him that he’s the prettiest boy in the entire world and that you’ll do anything to make up for everything. But no, y/n.

“Baby.” He breathes out, his hands shaking. Even in your natural state did he find you to be the most beautiful specimen in the entire universe. He loves you so much. He could never doubt that. Never ever. You look so good even as your eyes pierce through his own, clearly still frustrated about everything the two of you just can’t seem to overcome.

His talk with Johnny was what he needed. He could’ve used it a long time ago. He would’ve never lost you this time had he just had a mature person to vent to.

Johnny’s advice was simple.

“The two of you keep doing this because you’re content with who you are as individuals, and you both feel like you don’t want to be together if you can’t be that. But that’s not what relationships are about. Relationships are about changing each other for the better. When she does something you don’t like, she’s supposed to upgrade herself and not do it again, and vice versa. Ya’ll refuse to grow together.”

“You also don’t know her. You think you do, but you don’t. Every time she tries to hint to you why she acts the way she does, you ignore the chance to really understand it. You just get angry.”

“If you want a chance at making this work, you have to start over with her.”

“I know you told me you meant it this time.” He steps past you as if it was his house, but you’re not angry. You’re speechless. “But I don’t.”

“Mark, it doesn’t work like that.” Is all you can utter as you take him in. Every time you look at him it’s like you’re looking at him for the first time. Your heart is beating so fast and hard. Those pretty eyes of his. His made for you build. You just wanted to climb him in this moment.

He inhales the scent of that candle that you’re completely obsessed with. Was it sugarplum? Or something like that. He feels like he’s home. He knows this is right. This is what it’s supposed to be.

“It does. It will.” He whispers, looking back to you now.

“Mark, you need to leave.”

“Can you please just hear me out, y/n? Please? If I say what I need to say and you don’t agree, or you’re not willing, I will walk out that door and genuinely fight every atom in my body from coming back to you. But just hear me.” He says with a fire in his eye that you had never seen him use on you before. This was the look when he was writing a song. This was the look when he was about to give his all to a performance.

You don’t need to be convinced twice. You slowly drag your feet to sit on your couch, and he’s right behind you. The two of you sit down at the same time. He begins.

“Y/n…do you know how much I love you?”

You do. Even through it all, you knew. I mean, Mark didn’t really gain anything by coming back every time. You had your life together, but he was always going to be more better off than you were. He had to love you considering the way he dealt with you.

“Yes.” You whisper, looking him in the eye even though it made you want to combust.

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.” You answer without hesitation.

“That already has us ahead by 30 points.” He references. “I do love you, y/n. I love you more than I love anything. More than I love music. More than I love life damn near. I want this. I want you. But I realize that we’ll never get this right if we keep starting over without changing who we are.”

“But I don’t want to change you, Mark. How is that fair? You deserve to be with someone who you can be yourself around. Not someone you have to be another person with.”

“When I say change, baby…” he scoots closer to you. You can feel the warmness of his body radiating on you even though he’s not touching you. “I mean, maturing together. I’m not perfect and neither are you, and that’s okay. What’s not okay is neither of us trying to do better. I want to do better baby. And I know we can.”

He was so afraid. Johnny said this would work, so why do your eyes tell a different story?

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[2cupids]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[thesafecafe]

BBHMM

Summary: Yuta hasn't been answering your calls. It seems like he's completely ignoring you, so you decide to pay him a little visit.

CW: 18+, MDNI, violence (a slap or 2), mentions of substances, (weed, alcohol, cocaine, etc), cussing, slight angst, illegal activity, strip club owner Yuta x black fem reader, serious conversation between parents, tension, (Yuta isn't exactly over the reader and is whipped), suggestive, smut, dom reader, switch/sub leaning Yuta, he cums quick, reader is called mistress, finger sucking, handjob, thigh riding, hair pulling, making out, slight degradation (giving), ass slapping, I think that just about covers it! enjoy! Feedback is appreciated! (apologies to any Prius drivers in the audience 💀✋🏾)

Disclaimer: I do not believe that the members of NCT would act in this way , nor is it a representation of their real life actions or personalities. This is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

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Yuta was ignoring you. You didn't think much of it at first. You knew he was busy with work most of the time, usually making a point to tell you he'd be busy or getting back to you later. But for the past few weeks, every time you would call, there was no answer. At first, you were concerned, since it wasn't like him to not answer. But it got to the point where instead of letting it ring, he'd send you straight to voicemail. That was what pissed you off. You couldn't stand not having good communication, especially since you had children together.

Your twin girls, only two years old, were always asking about their father. Constantly asking when they would talk to him, or see him again, it broke your heart when you saw their disappointment flickering across their faces when you would tell them he was busy at work.

And speaking of your children, you were also concerned for their needs. While you did work to support the three of you, your job only paid you enough to cover basic bills, clothes for the twins, and your groceries. Yuta usually covered everything else, from the rent and insurance to the twins daycare fees; he usually left a stack of bills on your bedroom dresser when he came to visit.

He insisted you didn't need to work, but you were stubborn. You felt you needed your job in case of emergencies. In case of times like these. While you hated to admit it, your babies depended on that money. Being an inconsistent parent was not going to cut it; you couldn't afford that. You didn't know what his problem was, but you were sure as hell going to find out.

You called your mother to watch the twins, leaving them in her care for the night. You waved one final goodbye to them before going back home to change. Your baby daddy had clearly forgotten who he was dealing with. If he thought for one second you were going to let him abandon his daughters, and only be a "sometimes dad," then he was sorely mistaken.

—

Club Highway to Heaven was packed. It was usually brimming with customers; slow days were rare. Due to its location, it was a popular nightlife spot, with minimal competition. Spotting that the line was wrapped around the corner as usual, you immediately pulled around to the back parking lot reserved for the staff.

No one would bother you about parking in the back, and there was a parking space Yuta had reserved for you. But as you pulled forward, you saw a car in the space next to Yuta's. A gaudy pink Prius with cat ears on top sat there, in your way. In your space. "Ohhh, I see what this is about." You laughed softly, shaking your head.

You chose a random space to park in, not far from the back entrance. You got out, quickly making your way to the door, and putting in the code. You knew Yuta never changed the codes to this place, in spite of your many warnings about safety. Swinging the door open, you step carefully into the club. Immediately, you are transported to a different atmosphere.

The purple lights of the club caress your skin, enveloping you into the overall ambience. As you walk to the main floor of the club, the strong smelling mixture of alcohol, sweat, and weed make you choke out a cough.

Passing through the main floor, you see many half naked women, some walking the floor while others slide down poles. A familiar Rihanna song blares through the club speakers. Bottle girls in outfits nearly as skimpy as the dancers run around with drinks, trying to service their sections as quickly as possible. Men and women alike were cheering and throwing money like there was no tomorrow.

'Business is definitely booming.' You thought as you crossed the floor, and walked towards Yuta's office. You stopped when you reached the door, guarded by a massive, familiar bouncer. "Andre, long time no see. How's it going?" Your tone was sweet, calm. It would put anyone who didn't know you at ease. But the giant man at the door knew the look in your eye. It meant business. "Not too bad miz' Y/N. Here for the boss?”

"You know it." Andre gave you a knowing smile and stepped aside, letting you pass into the office. You walked slowly inside, not wanting your heels to give you away. Inside the office, Yuta sat behind his desk. A woman, presumably a dancer, sat in his lap. Her hand was on his chest, as she laughed at something he said before you came in.

"Well what the fuck do we have here?" Your casual words startled the pair. Yuta jumped, knocking the girl onto the floor. You'd probably laugh if you weren't pissed off. "Oh shit, Y/N! What the hell are you doing here?" Yuta asked, quickly adjusting his coat over his chest, as if he hadn't just been being felt up by one of his dancers.

"What the hell am I doing here? Oh I don't fucking know Yuta, maybe checking in on my children's dumbass father, who apparently forgot how to answer a got damn phone call! You've seriously been ghosting me to try and get your dick wet?!"

You were yelling now, and you hadn't meant to explode like that, but it was the last straw. Seeing him sit there, seemingly enjoying himself, while you had been worrying yourself at home had pushed you to the edge.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. Yuta looked at the dancer, catching her eye. "Candy, can we get some privacy please?" The woman, who'd been sitting on the floor the whole time, quickly got up, fixing her outfit before trotting out of the room. When you hear the door close, you release the breath you were holding.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. Can you please let me explain?" Sighing, you nod, earning a gentle smile from him. He grabbed your hand, guiding you to sit down in one of the mismatched chairs he liked to keep around. "Don't think you're off the hook though Nakamoto. I'm mad as fuck, and I don't want excuses, I want answers."

"Okay Y/N, calm down, you know I'll give it to you straight. I wouldn't lie to you." You raised an eyebrow. "Okay maybe not all the time but- you know what, nevermind. I apologize for not returning your calls. Work has been busy." He gave a noncommittal shrug, but he wouldn't look you in the eyes. He was hiding something.

"So busy that you can't make time for your daughters? They ask for you every day. They haven't seen or heard from you in weeks Yuta! They ask for you all the time, and I have to be the bearer of bad news and hold them when they cry because their daddy is busy with 'work.' I've been calling, and you wouldn't know if they were sick or in need of something because you haven't bothered to pick up your damn phone.”

Yuta hung his head low, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. "You're right. I'm sorry. I was wrong for going off the grid like that, and you and my babies didn't deserve it. It's just been way harder lately to manage things.”

Yuta rubbed his face, and for the first time, you took in his full appearance. His coat hung off of his arms, exposing his tense shoulders. He looked paler than usual, and there were bags under his eyes, barely concealed by make-up. He looked tired. "Talk to me. What's been going on?"

"I... had to fire my head manager. He was sneaking in coke bricks for some of the dancers. And I've been trying to find the source, since every other day, a dancer is showing up high off their ass. I've got to hire new security, since some people like to sneak in." He gave you a pointed look. "And I'm not trying to 'get my dick wet' as you so nicely put it. I was trying to investigate."

You regarded him skeptically. "Getting felt up by your employees is what you call investigating? Okay Mr. Officer." Yuta rolled his eyes at you.

"Getting that close to any of the dancers is hard enough, but you just happened to ruin my meeting with one of the biggest suspects in here. Candy is a ringleader of sorts. She was fucking that manager, and I'm pretty sure he's still got her running coke in here out of spite. But I don't have enough proof, since the other dancers are scared of her. I needed to get the information somehow, but alas, here we are."

You thought back to the woman who'd been there just a few minutes ago. She didn't seem very imposing from the floor, (and clad in a skimpy pink two piece set with cat ears), but you knew you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Your eyes widened as you realized something. "So that's the tramp who was in my parking spot! With cat ears!"

Yuta's ears turned red. "You uh, you saw that?" He stuttered, embarrassed. "Hell yeah I saw it! It would be a bitch who drives a Prius. That ugly ass car." Yuta couldn't help the snort that passed his lips at that.

"In spite of all that though, I understand why you've been busier. But you still could've sent me a text back, an email, hell, a regular letter in the mail! Anything to tell me you were alright. You made me worried, Yuta. We promised to communicate, for the sake of our girls and to maintain a good emotionally safe environment for them. They need us both, and this inconsistent parenting can't go on. I'm willing to help you with whatever it is you need for this place but don't shut me out. That only hurts us all. Okay?”

"Okay. Again, I'm sorry. I'll do better Y/N, for you and my girls. You have my word." Yuta leaned across his desk, offering you his hand. Resting your hand on his, you held back a shiver as he kissed the back of your hand. His lips were warm and soft against your skin. The tension in your shoulders slowly melted away as he kept your hand in between his, rubbing it softly. It was a habit he'd learned, back when you were together, to help calm you down.

He committed all small habits of yours to memory, easily able to perceive your mood. Now, as he sat playing with your hand, his thoughts were whirling. He still felt guilty for the way he'd left you in the dark, and he felt extra guilty that you saw him with another woman on his lap.

Even though the two of you weren't together, he couldn't help feeling like he'd betrayed you. He suppressed the feelings that the ache of not being with you brought to the surface, opting to press on for the sake of his business. But the truth was that he wasn't over you. He hadn't been on the dating scene since the end of your relationship.

His dates with Candy were never anything physical. Tonight was as far as it had gotten. Internally, he felt repulsed at her constant advances; he was only trying to get information. But you weren't anymore aware of his lingering feelings than you were of his whereabouts the past few weeks. He wanted to make it up to you, and being the man he was, Yuta had an idea.

Bringing your hand up to his lips, he pressed another kiss against your skin, and another. "Boy, what are you doing?" You pulled back, but he gripped your hand. "I'm apologizing. Won't you let me show you how sorry I am, mistress?" A sudden, strong pulse thrummed between your legs. Your eyes widened, and so did Yuta's grin. Your cheeks warmed.

"Don't- Yuta, don't play with me like that-" You are cut off when he takes one of your fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes as swirled his tongue around it. He moaned, before sucking it deeper into his mouth. Your mouth hung open at his audacity. You'd forgotten how bold he could be; but your body remembered.

Your legs shifted on impulse, muscle memory betraying you. Yuta released your finger slowly, his tongue trailing the underside of it before letting it go. "Who said I was playing?" His voice was low, dripping in lust and desire. You felt another pulse, stronger this time, and the familiar, slick feeling of your arousal gliding down your thighs.

"Yuta..." You say his name in warning, but truly as an anchor for yourself. "Please? I promise I'll be good. I'll do anything you like. Whatever you want, I'll do it." You felt the temptation of his offer course through your veins for a moment or two, before you caved. "You'll do anything, hm?”

Standing from your chair, you walked around his desk. You straddled his lap, and cupped his face in your hands. "Yes. Anything." The words are barely out before your lips are on his. His lips were fervent against yours, and his arms slid up, trapping your waist against his.

You took control, pushing his head up for a better angle. Yuta let you use his mouth, letting you do as you pleased; sucking and licking your tongue against his, biting his lips, anything you wanted. Just like he'd said.

Breaking away from his lips, you pushed his jacket down, off of his shoulders. Taking the hint, he sheds the coat completely, and you run your hands along his skin. Your nails graze his stomach, earning a low groan from the man beneath you.

Grinning, you slide off his lap, shimmying out of your underwear. Sliding carefully back into his lap, you gripped onto his shoulders. Understanding your intentions, Yuta tensed his thigh, watching as you pushed yourself back and forth. His eyes glazed over. He loved watching you use him to get off. “I see you still haven't changed; begging me to use you like a whore.”

Yuta swallowed thickly, holding back a moan. He felt himself twitch in his pants. “What's the matter baby? You like being reminded how easy you are?” You looked down at him, but his eyes were locked onto your pussy, grinding into the leather material of his pants. You move your hand from his shoulder, up to his hair. You gently pull his head up until his eyes are on yours. “Eyes up here pretty boy. I asked you a question.”

It took a minute before he remembered your question, his eyes darting in confusion. “Yes mistress, I like it.” You chuckled, tightening your hand around his hair. He moaned, leaning into your touch. “Pussy makes you go all dumb, huh?” Yuta nodded, and you released him, letting his eyes fall back to you on his thigh. Eventually, you felt that familiar heat in your clit. Your eyes roll back as your orgasm pulses through you, and Yuta holds you tighter as you rock your hips through it.

When you stop, taking a few moments to catch your breath, you find Yuta staring at you. His gaze is heavy, intense in a way that has your breath catching. It was a familiar look. Your heart squeezed in your chest, but you ignored it, opting to distract yourself. “Your turn, pretty boy. Take those pants off.”

Yuta blinked, breaking his focus on you for a second, before his features shifted into a lazy grin. He picks you up, setting you carefully on his desk, before obeying your words. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, winking at you as he does, before sliding his pants off. “Show off,” You mutter as he picks you up again, placing you over the bulge in his lap.

You scoot back, giving yourself enough room to palm him through his boxers. “Aw, what's the matter, too scared to ride me?” Yuta bats his eyelashes at you, fake concern dripping from his words. You pull his dick out, not taking the bait. “The last time I rode your dick, you got me pregnant, and we don't need anymore surprises.”

Before he can come up with some snarky comment, you start stroking him, your hand squeezing up and down his length with just enough pressure to shut him up. Yuta threw his head back, moaning loud and unashamed. “Please, fuck, just like that.” He panted, feeling himself embarrassingly close to his high. He tried to hold back, wanting to savor the feeling of your hands on him.

But between the pent up frustration of the past few weeks, and his ever present desire for you, the sight of you focusing on his pleasure is too much; before he can warn you, his orgasm slams into him, crashing like waves. Your eyes widen a bit, but your hand doesn't stop, until you see his hips twitch, legs shaking from the intensity of his release. You move your hands, rummaging through his desk drawer for a towel.

His cum covers his legs, stomach, and your hands. You're sure some got on your dress as well, but it doesn't bother you as much as it probably should. You wipe your hands off before starting to clean him. “Easy there, pretty boy. Breathe.” You coach him gently, running a hand through his hair as his heavy panting slows to quiet, even breaths. When you're sure he's calm, you kiss his forehead, then his lips.

“I mean what I said Yuta. You'd better keep your promise or else I'll burn this bitch to the ground.” You poke his chest, and lean into his face. Yuta smiles at you, and for a moment, you're distracted by his beauty. “Okay, I'll be there tomorrow. I promise. I won't let you down, not again.” He slides his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together. He brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it.

Your heart flutters at the gesture. Your moment is interrupted however, by your phone’s notifications going off. “I should get out of here, I need to go to work in the morning.” You slide off of his lap, standing to adjust your clothes. You see your underwear on the floor, and you bend to pick them up. Before you can reach them, you are startled by a stinging slap to your ass.

You jump up, turning to glare at Yuta, laughing his ass off. “Sorry, I couldn't resist; it was in my face!” Your eye twitches, and the laughter in his throat dies. You decide to let him get away with it for now, opting to walk out of his office. “Wait! Let me walk you out at least!” You raise your hand to acknowledge his request, before stepping into the hallway to let him get dressed.

You are expecting to find Andre still outside, but instead of the massive guard, you come face to face with two dancers. One of them was the girl from earlier, Candy. “So this is the bitch Candy? He threw you out for her?” The other one’s nasally voice immediately makes you annoyed. “Yeah that's her.” Candy steps forward, getting in your face. “Look here, bitch, I don't-”

She is cut off when your hand collides with her face, knocking her backwards in her heels. She falls to the floor in a pathetic heap, before gathering her bearings. Shock paints her face. “Did you just slap me?” You tilt your head, looking down at her. “Nooo, I gave you a hug. What do you think?”

The other dancer stomps over to you, but before she can swing, you land another slap, knocking her to the ground with her friend. Just then, Yuta emerged from the office. “Y/N what's- going on…” His words die as he sees two of his dancers on the floor. From the expression on your face, he already knew what happened. “Yuta! She slapped us and we weren't-” He holds up his hand, silencing the lie about to spill from his dancer's mouth.

“Candy, Cherry, this is my children's mother. You will treat her with respect, and if I catch you doing otherwise, we will have problems. Is that understood?” Both dancers looked down at the floor, mumbling a weak “Yes Mr. Nakamoto.”

Yuta jerked his head, signaling for them to get lost. When they were gone, you turned to him, one eyebrow raised. “Sorry about them, like I said, it's been getting out of hand. Here,” Yuta took your hand, placing a large stack of bills in it, “let's get you home, so I can shut this place down.” He walks you down the steps, before a few members of his security team follow you through the club to your car.

Making sure you get in your car safely, Yuta shuts your door. You roll your window down to speak. Yuta beats you to the punch though. “Do I ever tell you how hot you are when you're mad?” You roll your eyes at him, and he laughs, taking your hand. “Tomorrow Yuta, remember.” You look at him expectantly. “Tomorrow. I promise.” He squeezes your hand, and all you can do is hope that he keeps it.

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[linos-luna]

Hiii

Could you write a one shot about johnny x yn, he is the tutor of yn, they have going on a lot of sexual tension the last sessions, and johnny was just craving oral sex…so he says “if you do this correctly i’ll go down on you, but if you are wrong, you suck me, deal?” She says yes…you decide which one happens first. If you could add a lot of praise from johnny to yn would be awesome.

Thanks

Hope u have time

This was fun. Sorry it took forever. Im still recovering from my injuries 😅

But I’m back now!

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Lessons ❣️

Johnny x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Oral (both receiving), SMUT, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names

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There was always tension. He’s tutoring you in statistics but how could you concentrate when he was just so… hot. Likewise, Johnny also found himself very attracted to you. He couldn’t help toying with you. Little touches and sly comments during every lesson to drive you nuts. Although you act like it doesn’t bother you, it very much does.

Today was different. Something about your cute skirt and innocent confused expression when not fully understanding a concept. It drove him nuts. He wants you.

Johnny wants relief. He wants you to suck him off while he fucks your throat. He wants to feel you gag around his cock as he pulls on your hair. He wants to cum on your face watch your filthy expressions. He wants to see your eyes crossed and cock drunk. It was getting him hard just thinking about it. Surely, you wouldn’t mind.

“Johnny… Johnny!” You called out, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Oh! Sorry!” He chuckled.

“I finished.” You said with a smile as he stood behind you.

“Yeah? Do you think that you understand now…? Normal distribution charts can be difficult.”

“Maybe…” I said, blushing as he was very close to your neck. “Y-you’ll have to check.”

“Maybe?” He teased while rubbing your sides. “Have you not been paying attention?”

“W-well…” you felt yourself getting heated, just his light touch was getting you worked up. Was this on purpose? You weren’t sure and it was making your head spin.

“Well what?” Johnny asked while slowly running his one hand up your skirt. “Not paying attention…?”

“I-I… I pay attention…” I replied with a a deep breath, feeling the pads of his fingers touching your clothed cunt. You closed your eyes and let out some breathy moans.

“I don’t know about that, babygirl…” he smirked, moving his hand from your waist to your neck. “Looks like you’re thinking about something else…” he chuckled while holding your chin before sliding his fingers in your underwear.

You moaned at the feeling as he felt around your folds then rubbed your clit with his thumb.

“I think that your mind is somewhere else, huh?”

You whimpered at the feeling, finding it difficult to not throw your head back in pleasure. You bucked your hips to feel more friction.

“Do you like that baby?” He teased, whispering in your ear. “You want more right?”

“Mmhm-…” you managed to get out.

“Yes? More?”

“Yes Johnny…” you moaned.

“Just love being touched…” he teased. “Are you really that dirty? I thought you were innocent.”

“I-I-….” It was hard to get any words out. “J-Johnny—…. Please…”

“My sweet girl… let me check that paper for you first.” He smirked, knowing it was driving you nuts. “I’ll have to make some corrections… unless they’re all right?”

“Y-yes Johnny…”

The man smirk as he snaked his free hand from your waist to your breast, disregarding the bra that was in the way.

“How about I make you a deal?” He said while pinching your sensitive nipple. “I’m willing to help you out, babygirl…”

You only nodded, trying to focus on his words.

“I’ll check your work…” he started. "if you do this correctly i'll go down on you, but if you are wrong, you suck me, deal?"

“A-ah! Johnny!” You moaned out loud suddenly, feeling him pinch at your sensitive cunt.

“Got it?”

“Mmm… okay…” you replied in a shaky voice as he looked over your work.

While he checked your work, Johnny kept his hand in your panties, only rubbing your clit slightly as he used his other hand to trace down the paper. You whimpered, lightly bucking your hips against his fingers.

“Well darn…” he said in a teasing voice. “You got it wrong… your margin of error is off…”

“O-oh.”

“You know what that means, hm?” He said with a sly laugh.

“Y-yes, Johnny…” you nodded while getting to your knees. Johnny was surprised you were actually going to do it and quickly pulled down his pants and boxers.

You looked up at him with a giggle, slowly stroking him while staring him straight in the eyes.

“T-Teasing me?” Her groaned while looking back, finding you incredibly cute and innocent.

You smiled and started sucking on the tip, looking up at him with innocent eyes. You would suck the tip and pull back, watching as your spit connected to it.

“F-fuck…” he groaned while holding onto your hair.

You continued to rub his cock with your hands as you started taking more in your mouth. He was big and it was impossible to get him fully in without gagging. You kept going, bobbing your head while moaning, making the man lose his mind.

Drool ran down your chin as he bucked his hips before his grip on your hair tightened.

Johnny couldn’t handle your slow teasing and started thrusting his hips more, holding onto you as he fucked your throat. He threw his head back and let out some breathy moans.

His needy moans only turned you on more and you felt how soaked your underwear really was.

“Open.” He said sternly as you opened your mouth. “I wanna see it…”

You smirked and laid his hard cock on your tongue that stuck out of your mouth. You continue to rub it against your tongue until he released, his white substance dripping from your mouth to your chin, looking absolutely filthy.

“God…” he panted while pulling you up by the hair. “I haven’t even checked the other problem yet… don’t tease me, girl…”

After pulling you up, he pulled his boxers up and went back to checking your work as if nothing happened.

Johnny looked through the last problem, smirking when finished. “Well it seems that you got this one right, babygirl.”

“O-oh…. U-um…” you stuttered as he grabbed your waist, lifting you onto the desk.

“My good girl deserves her reward now, hm?”

You only blushed, feeling even hotter as he slowly lowered your pant and underwear.

Johnny put your legs over his shoulders and licked a stride across your wet cunt with no warning. You moaned a bit loud and quickly slapped your hand over your mouth, making the man chuckle.

“Why are you covering up, baby?” He teased. “I wanna hear everything…” the man groaned against your cunt, practically making you twitch as you roll your eyes back. It was hard to control yourself.

Perhaps you were already hot and aroused from earlier, or you were just horny when seeing him in general.

“F-fuck—… j-Johnny…” your moans were shaky and light as he ate you out with no mercy. The pleasure started becoming too much as his tongue touched your sensitive bud.

You could barely keep your eyes open at the intense pleasure and you found yourself whining.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He teased while he added some more teasing licks.

“Mmm… J-Johnny….” You moaned as your legs shook a bit. “I-I-…”

“You’re what, baby?”

“I-I have… I have to… c-c-…” you couldn’t get the words out through your desperate pants, but Johnny knew what you were trying to say. He smirked and pulled away, making you whine.

“Don’t cum yet, baby.” Johnny said while standing, now undoing his jeans. “I’ll give you something better…”

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[rjunswrld]

like chili so hot!

taeyong x thick POC! reader

consensual somnophila, pwnp, oral fixation, slight overstimulation, oral (receiving), relationship established au, spoiled reader

taeyong is a gentleman. he had so much love to give and it was all for you. you being the princess in your relationship he wanted to do everything for you no matter what it was, you have debt that needs to be paid off? he's on it. short on cash? take his wallet. hungry? he'll buy out your favorite restaurant.

he was the provider even though he knew you could take care of yourself he wanted you to be stress free, to live a life of luxury and never lifting a finger.

but what consumed him was his greedy fixation over you, that damn greedy fixation was like an itch he couldn't scratch and seeing you laying beside him with your face scrunched and small whimpers escaping you, he thought that maybe you must be having a nightmare.

his craving grew stronger the longer he looked at you, chest heaving slightly as you tossed your head side to side he felt his mouth salivating, god he felt dizzy.

his body was running hot he couldn't stop thinking about it, your legs around his head as he ate you out it was so fresh on his mind. and you knew all too well of his lovely fixation, when you both started becoming sexually active he confessed how much he loved giving head, how much he loved seeing you enjoy yourself letting the euphoric feeling strike through you over and over and fuck was he so good at it: he wanted nothing more but to make you feel good both physically and mentally. check✓

he's done this all before, you both did! somnophila was something the two of you were all too welcomed to being such an insatiable couple- if one of you wanted each other so badly you both consented to it. being so needy of you he couldn't wait till morning he needed it. now. with the warmth of the room the duvet barely covered your body, draping off your stomach he removed the blanket fully from you. being greeted in your tank top and underwear he felt like he was served his favorite meal all for him to eat- in this predicament it was fitting for him.

it was like he hit the jackpot, smirking as he sat on his knees staring down at you before parting your legs. he moved fast, laying down on his tummy only to be face to face with your white underwear- white underwear signifying purity and innocence knowing that you were far from that stereotype. his eyes looking up at you still sleeping peacefully, seeing that maybe your nightmare had rolled past and you were calm. your breathing was steady and your face in relaxation you looked so soft. he kitten licked you through your panties, brows furrowed slightly feeling your warmth radiating from your thighs to your cunt god he was gonna faint soon. he hooked his fingers against the band of it, pulling them down slowly and cautiously, watching your skin show more and more. so pretty, so so pretty.

biting down on his lip he pulled them down just enough to expose you to him, kissing the mound of your pussy soothingly before kissing lower and lower he was already pussy drunk before even getting a taste. so tasty. he used his index and middle fingers to spread you open just to stare at it, drooling at how perfect your pussy was and only he got to see it, his name written all over it.

he did what he does best and proceeded to lick your clit softly with a mix of a sloppy kiss. letting your clit softly with a mix of a sloppy kiss. letting his tastebuds sink in your tangy essence he wanted more, collecting spit in his mouth pushing his lips together letting the saliva drip from his mouth onto your pussy he went back to work, focusing on your clit just how you liked with soft sucks here and there he was going crazy- producing such loud and nasty sounds between your legs he couldn't stop. feeling your body twitch slightly licking against the right spot that shoots through you he knew he had you, even in your groggy state you moaned softly.

your dream quickly turning into a wet one(figuratively and physically)

you couldn't help but squirm, your eyes fighting to open once your dream state disappeared you were greeted with your boyfriend long gone in your pussy. feeling him pick up speed, licking up your growing wetness and swallowing it up briefly before focusing on your clit ruthlessly. "t-taeyong.." you rasped with your back arching subconsciously. "let me take these off of you properly real quick baby." removing your panties fully at such speed. "need you.. need more.." ignoring his reply you softly whispered.

say no more taeyong is at your service.

shoving his face closer into you with his nose poking against you, his hands sliding under your thighs to let his hands rest against your sides as he looked up at you. staring at your facial expressions as he began to suck at your clit softly biting the flesh making your thighs shake slightly. he could never get over you. the feverish licks caused you to grind down onto him feeling your orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach. "fuck!" you gasped reaching down to tangle your fingers in his freshly dyed hair. "c-close.." you strained out in such pleasure. no words could be spoken from him with his eyes saying all that he could, drinking you up like you were his source of hydration. holding down your

sides as he began to grind against the bad to tame himself, he let out grunts against you feeling hisbreathing become uneven. you found the sight of it so fucking hot, your pleasure was his top priority

nothing less and nothing more. "c-cumming!" your body shaking as your back arched as high as it could, goosebumps cascading down your body you let out a squeal as your orgasm ripped through you with moans falling past his lips licking up everything you got- not missing any of it he made sure he didn't, with how sloppy he was he could feel it dripping down his chin. "y-yongie stop!" you shivered with your thighs closing against his head he closed his eyes pulling his forearms over your thighs to keep you in a hold as he didn't dare stop. at this point he couldn't, you were so tasty.

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[panjakes]

Can I get dad!Yoongi comes back from tour and his daughter and black wife come pick him up from the airport? Also I love your writing❤️

Thank you!!!❤️🫶🏼

Yoongi couldn’t wait for this damn plane to land and everyone could tell. Jimin who was sitting next to him smirked before nudging him a bit.

“Can’t wait too see the family?” He asks

“It’s been a while since I’ve physically seen them…and I just wanna be in my bed” he mumbles making jimin laugh

“Yeah I feel you” jimin says making yoongi side eye him

“Well, on the bed part” jimin says making yoongi nod and chuckle

Before he could respond the flight attendant announced they would be landing soon. Yoongi didn’t wait to pull out his phone sending you a quick text.

Not wasting time to get his overhead bag and getting into the isle to get off the plane. The rest of the members laughing at his excitement

After being the first person off the plane, yoongi did wait for his members who met him inside the airport.

Staring down at the watch on his wrist looking at the time

“Are you going to eat? I want food” jungkook says as the rest of the members walk over to yoongi

“Took you long enough” yoongi mumbles taking the sunglasses off his face

“We get it! You miss the family! Gosh” Jin says rolling his eyes as they start to walk

“Don’t be upset because you don’t have your own family to go home to.” Yoongi mumbles

Yoongi looked around the empty airport. It was slightly dark outside and there was surprisingly no cameras and no army inside which he was glad for

He looked down at his phone to see where you parked.

Stepping outside in front of the airport yoongi and the guys looked around for you and the tiny angel.

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile when he looked over across the street and seen you holding your three year old daughter who was holding a sign with different colors and sparkles.

“Mommy!! It’s daddy!” He heard her scream

“I know babygirl! Let’s go get him” you say smiling at her

Yoongi waited for the two of you to cross the street. Your daughter kicked her legs ready to get out your arms and into yoongi's.

"daddy!! Hi!" She shouts waving her tiny hand

"Hi princess" Yoongi says pulling you and the small child into a hug. Leaning over to kiss your forehead then your daughters. Yoongi sighs in relief at finally being home

"Look!" Your daughter says holding up the sign she made almost hitting you with it

"she insisited that we make you a sign" You say playfully rolling your eyes

"It pretty?" she ask looking at yoongi with her big wide eyes. He chuckles before running his hand through her curls

"Very pretty princess. Whats going on with your hair?" Yoongi asks noticing her hair wasnt in its usual twist or braids with beads

"She gave me a hard time when I tried to do it. So shes rocking the baby fro" You say

"Hey yn you cooking?" Jungkook asks walking over to the three of you

"Excuse you? Cant say hello to my wife?" Yoongi asks

"Dont do that, me and yn are cool like that. I'm just hungry" Jungkook says waving yoongi off

"Uncle Kookie!"

"Hi pea! Where you good for mommy?" He asks taking your daughter from yoongi,

"Yeah!" She screams excitedly

"Yeah Im cooking but it'll be later. Me and ava had pancakes" You say pushing her air out of her face

"Yeah later, now go away so I can have my family to myself" Yoongi says grabbing ava from jungkook

Jungkook glares at him before smacking his lips and looking over at you.

"He cried the third day on tour because he said he missed you guys" Jungkook says pointing at yoongi who smacks his lips

"I did not" Yoongi says

"He did, the stylist had to redo his makeup he was crying so much" Jungkook says making yoongi push him a little bit

"Get out of here" He says making jungkook laugh and leave

"I did not cry" Yoongi mumbles

"well Ava did" you say making her gasp

“Mommy! Stop!” She says feeling embarrassed

“Yeah mommy stop! She’s a big girl” yoongi says making your daughter agree

“Yeah whatever, get in the car I know your tired” you say patting his back

“Daddy can we play?” Ava asks

“Ava daddy’s tired you can play tomorrow” you say walking over to the car

“No tomorrow” she says pouting as yoongi puts her into her car seat

“It’s okay princess we can play all night” yoongi says kissing her forehead making her giggle

You shrug going over to the drivers side to open it but yoongi quickly shuts it and shakes his head

“What’re you doing?” You ask

“I’m driving” he says

“No baby your tired. I can drive” you say

Yoongi ignores you taking the keys from your hand and pushes you over to the passenger. You sigh and obey anyway.

The car ride home was filled with you filling yoongi in on what happened while he was gone. Everything was about Ava but yoongi was glad to hear.

Once you three were settled inside the house, Ava immediately pulled yoongi too her big pink purple and yellow room filled with every toy a three year old could have

While you were in the kitchen you couldn’t help but smile as you heard Ava’s loud giggles. Sooner or later the giggles were no longer heard.

Just as you turned off the stove, you walk upstairs to Ava’s room to find yoongi in her tiny bed and her in his lap. You take out your phone taking a pictures smiling. You knew he was tired.

Before you could wake him up you heard someone knock on the door. You go down the stairs to open it to find jungkook

“Oh so you was serious about getting this plate” you say letting him in

“Of course! Where’s yonngi and Pea?” He asks

“Asleep. They played for about two hours” you say going to make his plate

“Really? Alright I won’t bother y’all. I’ll get my plate and go” jungkook says following you too the kitchen

“Take some to jimin and taehyung” you say handing him the extra plates

“Nah I think I’ll keep them to myself” he says laughing

“Bye jungkook” you say laughing

“Bye Yn! Thanks for the food” he says opening the door and leaving.

You make yoongi and Ava’s plate putting them in the microwave knowing they’d probably wake up at the same time and want to eat.

After cleaning the kitchen you go back to Ava’s room to check on the two. They were still sleeping just in a new position that made you laugh.

Yoongi was on his back with his feet hanging off the end off the tiny bed with Ava laying on his back.

You don’t say anything. You just take another picture and go to your bedroom. Quickly showering and getting dressed.

Getting into the bed yoongi wasn’t far behind

“Wassup baby” you say making him glare at you

“Ain’t no wassup, why didn’t you wake me up to get in the REAL bed” he says making you chuckle

“You looked comfortable so I left you alone” you say shrugging

“Bullshit. You know that plastic bullcrap isn’t comfortable. Plus Ava kicked me in the mouth” he says rubbing at his jaw

“How?” You ask chuckling

“I don’t know but I do know I’m going to bed” he says climbing into the bed throwing his arm around your waist

“Okay goodnight” you say turning off your lamp and turning you attention back to Netflix

Soon enough yoongi was back lightly snoring and you were watching some reality show on Netflix. Not even 25 minutes later Ava came into the room with a pout

“Mommy!! Daddy left again!” She says sadly

“No he didn’t he’s right here baby” you say pointing to the sleeping man

She peeks over and immediately runs over to the big king size bed. She tries her hardest to get into the bed but she just couldn’t so she pats yoongis leg

“Daddy! Help” she says making you giggle at her cute little voice

Yoongi groans grabbing her from under her arms and putting her in between the two off you. He kisses her forehead and pats her stomach

“Go to sleep pea” he mumbles

“Okay” she mumbles snuggling closer to yoongi

You smile at the two before turning the tv off and snuggle into your daughter and yoongi.

#ambw fic #black reader #ambw #black reader insert #black girls are beautiful #kpop poc #kpop #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #enhypen x black reader #black y/n #black!reader #black kpop stans #nct x black reader #seventeen ambw #enhypen x y/n #hybed hybrids series #black fanfic writer #blackyn #bts x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts x black reader #yoongi x black reader

[andysorbit]

hyuckie x fem reader with brown skin

no but Hyuckie would definitely be the type to come up behind you and press his cheek to yours while you're primping in the mirror and say "my skin tone and your skin tone make the perfect color combination"

he'd also be the type to make you watch him fuck you in front of that mirror and bring a hand up to circle around your throat and whisper "love your pretty skin... love seeing it with mine... look at us"

#neoculturecollectives #nct smut #kpop smut #nct 127 smut #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #nct dream smut #haechan smut #donghyuck smut #nct x black!reader #nct x poc!reader #kpop smut for black girls #kpop smut for brown girls

[multifandomslxt]

hey sis I have a question which nct 127 members are rough during sex and which one's arent?

Have a nice dayyy

xoxo

Rough Usually

Yuta (Are you surprised?)

Jaehyun (Depends on the day but the man can be selfish asf when he wants to cum)

Johnny (RARE. Also depends on the day and how you were behaving)

Haechan (He's a brat. He wants to be fucked rough and he wants to fuck rough. Plain and simple)

Not Rough Usually

Taeyong (OMG. He just wants you to feel good. Would literally break his heart to get rough with you)

Mark (He's too scared but dw I think you could convince him)

Taeil (Slow and passionate. He likes laidback sex... just don't piss him off or else then he would be in the rough category.)

Jungwoo (You'd have to beg him to be rough with you. You're literally his baby so he treats you like a fragile china doll)

HALF AND HALF

Doyoung (YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GONNA GET!)

#nct taeil #nct jungwoo #nct aus #nct angst #nct johnny #nct 127 #mafia au #chubby #nct x reader #black!fem!reader #nct doyoung #nct fic #nct smut #nct poc #nct jaehyun #nct mark #nct taeyong #nct haechan #melanin #nctzen #nct x black reader #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct dream #nct yuta #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct127 smut

[neomujinjja]

Welcome Home

Pairing: Yuta x reader

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, drabble

Warning: beginning is based off something I overheard in a store (it was very cute and very sweet), child's pov in the beginning, the word 'papa' used multiple times (in regard to Yuta), bonus scene, mature hinting in bonus,

Synopsis: You return back from a trip to a sweet surprise, courtesy of your husband and toddler.

Note: If you possibly saw this in its early, bare-bones state; no you didn't. That was an illusion 😅 reminder: P/T means parental term. This is re-written so if you've read this before, that's why it's changed. I didn't like the tone of the original when I re-read it so I came back. I like the reader better and this better goes with TROS(?) vibe that I was getting from the idea 😁

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Himari loosened his grip on his papa's hand. His parents often told him not to let go of their hands in public, but the colors from the flower display caught his eye. And his papa was talking about P/T coming home.

"Himari, we have to go" the adult male said as he adjusted his grip onto the younger's hand.

"Papa!" The man in question hummed, stopping and pulling the two of them to the side. "Can I buy P/T flowers?" Himari asked, looking up at his papa.

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. Go pick some out".

-

You closed the door behind yourself. You were happy to be home again; while you enjoyed the break from chores, you were glad to be in the comforts of your home. "I'm home, Yuta, Himari!" You called out as you stepped out of your shoes. Walking further inside, you noticed a bouquet of flowers in a vase on the kitchen counter.

"P/T!"

"Hi baby" you said, bending down to greet the toddler.

"Hey, how was the trip?" Yuta asked, he gave you a peck in greeting.

"It was alright. I missed you guys though" you replied, standing back up. "Where did these come from?" you asked, pointing towards the vase on the kitchen counter. Himari giggled and Yuta shrugged in response. You only hummed, admiring the flowers. "They're so pretty.~ If only I could thank someone for them" you said as you pretended to sigh.

"I picked them!" Himari exclaimed, throwing their hands up for another hug. You picked up the excited boy, peppering kisses over his face as you thanked him.

"He paid for them too" Yuta said with a smile.

"Did you?"

"Eung". Himari nodded his head firmly. You and Yuta cooed at the boy.

Bonus

"Where is my thank you?" Yuta teased as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You laughed as you put your arms on top of his.

"Should I give you a bunch of kisses then?" you teased him back, resting your head back onto him.

"I can think of some other way that you can thank me" he says before pressing a long kiss onto your cheek.

#Spotify #kpop #kpop x gender neutral reader #kpop x poc reader #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #nct 127 #nct #nct imagines #nct yuta #yuta #yuta nakamoto #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 yuta #yuta imagines #yuta x reader

[multifandombxxch]

“His Gaze”

Mafia!Doyoung x chubby!blackfemale!Reader

Warnings: age gap, violence, cursing,smut, reader is stubborn ,mentions of illegal activities , unprotected s3x (wrap it befor you tap it kids)

NB: this is made up and is strictly for entertainment purposes i dont condone any of the violence or illegal activities mentioned.

This is an AU (Alternate Universe) fic. Doyoung in this fic is just a fictional character I don’t believe he is like this at all.

Synopsis

Y/N was average. average life; average grades Average looks. Average everything.

Doyoung didn’t think so, though. From the very first time he set his eyes on her, he thought she was "f*ckin' pretty."

He wanted her, f*cking hell He craved her... He wanted to claim her, and what Doyoung wants he gets.

Y/n’s life is about to get crazy, doing things she never thought she would, all because of ‘his gaze’

…………………………………………………………..

This is jus an idea I have y’all. Lemme know what y’all think…should I write it?

#nct taeil #nct jungwoo #nct aus #nct angst #nct johnny #nct 127 #mafia au #chubby #nct x reader #black!fem!reader #nct doyoung #nct fic #nct smut #nct poc #nct jaehyun #nct mark #nct taeyong #nct haechan #melanin #nctzen #nct x black reader

[moonlightdreamzz]

9:00AM — the couch you currently laid on was more comfortable than you could’ve ever imagined. you can recall yourself begging for him to replace the leather one that he had previously, claiming that it just wasn’t fit for the constant jumping, playfighting, and love making you were constantly doing on it’s ripped seats. leather also made you get extremely hot way too quickly, and late night cuddles under his gigantic blankets always turned into the two of you sitting bare and away from eachother as the sweat always poured profusely from the heat of the couch and your bodies combined.

you don’t know how you remember the previous night so well considering how drunk you were when you arrived to his doorstep. it was all so cliche, wasn’t it? one can’t handle the break-up they initiated, so they decide to get piss drunk even when they know they can barely handle the burning of one shot. now they need someone. they need someone who they know will keep them safe for the night. someone who will give them a place to rest that’s not their now painfully silent home.

mark insisted that you sleep in his bed after forcing you to brush your teeth because you completely let it rip in his toilet. i mean, the two of you did buy it together. he didn’t have to say this outloud for you to know that it was what little mark—your chosen name for the devil on his shoulder, believed. even now as you stare up at his bubbled ceiling you can still feel his burning stare seeping into your flesh from last night as you denied his request.

“no, mark.” you began in the most frail tone he had ever heard you speak. and he had seen you in quite a bit of situations. even in your most tearful moments you weren’t this quiet and broken. “i—i refuse to interrupt your peace like that. i know you don’t want to see me and you have every right to feel that way. i’m sorry i just—i didn’t know where else to go.”

“there’s no where else i would want you to be, y/n. lay down.”

his chubby pointer finger was shooting to your side of the bed, and those two simple words brought back so many memories. this was a painful command as it made you think of everytime he laid you down and had his way with you. it was always so beautiful, and made even the diesel universe choke up because that’s what you and mark’s love was. it was illustrious.

you followed his instructions, but only because you saw the look in his eyes. he wasn’t asking you to do what he requested. he was telling you to do it. if you decided to disagree with him again, he would just do something to convince you even more. maybe offer to cook you a spontaneous midnight breakfast knowing you’d fall asleep before he even finished his poor excuse for eggs, and then he’d proceed to carry you to his king sized bed. he always had his ways, so was there really a point of fighting it?

as if you were doing the walk of shame, your feet dragged across his icicle-like floors and you went knee first into the thick mattress. when you first arrived here, you could see he was about to head into a deep slumber. it was the way his eyes layed low and his vision was seemingly foggy. he had on some shorts, but everything else was bare. he was right behind you and for second you believed you’d feel the familiar pleasure of his strong arms wrapping around your frame. for the first time in a long time would you be able to experience his warm breath on your ear—something that disgusted you when it was anybody else. but he didn’t. he simply turned the opposite way; your backs facing and touching.

“goodnight.” are his final words. you know mark. and you know when he’s pretending to be asleep, and when he’s genuinely un-awakable. was that a word? no. but regardless, when you heard his light snores erupting from his thick and meaty chest that you used to adore resting your head in during the night, you knew you could sneak into the living room. you filled in your absence with his white sheets, and you were certain he’d still be asleep when you woke up. at that point you could leave and pretend none of this ever happened. you knew it would break his heart even more than you already had, but you also knew he was a strong boy. he would be okay. maybe you’d be on his mind for the rest of the day, but at the same time, he would began to hate you, and maybe that’s what you wanted.

you didn’t deserve mark. everyone would disagree with you when they found out about your ended relationship, but it never swayed you. even in his imperfections was he perfect, and he loved you so much. never in your lifetime did you think you’d genuinely know that someone loved you, but he proved you wrong. you actually don’t know where things went south. all you can remember is the calls started coming less and less, and then eventually the two of you just stopped speaking.

he was so busy all the time, but even so that didn’t matter to you. the love you had for him was so powerful and dangerous that it didn’t matter what he did to you, you truly believed you would never leave him.

you should leave now, right? as you rise slowly, feeling yourself getting dizzy still, you observe your surroundings. it had been awhile since you had been here. nothing much has changed, but that didn’t surprise you because all of this was your work.

“do whatever you want, baby. it’s yours.”

the sound of his voice, even in a memory was making you feel extremely queasy. or maybe it was because you had a hangover. and seeing his body resting on the couch across from you made it all the more intense. your hand is clutching your chest and the guilt is rushing in like a waterfall that was guaranteed to drown you.

you had over stayed your welcome. even when you didn’t deserve it, mark still wanted to watch over you. anybody else would’ve stayed in the comfort of their own bed, but here he was. he was probably worried sick.

the clothes that were on your body were the exact same from last night, which was good. that meant he didn’t care that much. you creep over to where his light sound effects are making the gray and square pillow vibrate ever so slightly, and you lean over to press the most gentle kiss ever felt in this world on his tender cheekbones.

“thank you for always taking care of me, mark lee.” you breathe out. seeing the way his back rises brings you a deep sense of comfort. to witness him in such a relaxed state was definitely the last memory you wanted of him. you were out of his life, and he was okay. “i love you.” it’s all too bittersweet. you’re quick to place your shoes on and leave his apartment—locking and shutting the wooden door with care.

“no problem, angel.” he whispers, “awakening” from his fictional slumber. he hadn’t slept all night in fear that you would start throwing up again, or regret your decision to not sleep beside him. “and I love you too. i always will.” his heart feels incredibly sore and snapped when he thinks about everything that happened between you two. it was so stupid when you truly thought about it, but it happened, and shit happens. he could admit that he thought y/n and mark was a forever thing, but it wasn’t, and that was okay. he was okay.

#nct mark #kpop black reader #nct x black reader #nct scenario #nct imagines #nct x poc #nct x reader #nct scenarios #nct angst #mark lee #mark nct #kpop poc

[2cupids]

nakamoto yuta x fem!reader

warnings — piss kink/omorashi, humiliation, piss drinking?, oral (f. receiving). mdni (17+).

you’re sitting in yuta’s lap with your back pressed against his lean chest. your head is thrown back in agony as you keep your eyes tightly shut while you focus on not pissing yourself.

your skirt is hiked up and your legs spread open, thrown over either side of your boyfriend’s. he rubs your stomach, trying to distract you from the pain but it’s not helping at all.

tears poke at the corners of your eyes and your bottom lip quivers, you’re not going to be able to hold it for much longer.

you start to sob as you feel the first squirt of piss escape from your bladder. a small, wet spot appears on the front of the frilly, pink lace panties yuta bought you.

yuta finds the whole ordeal laughable. what’s the point in trying to continue to hold it? the only thing that's causing you is more pain. why stay in pain when all you have to do is relax and let it go?

“what are you still trying to hold it for, hm? you need some help?”

it was a rhetorical question and he doesn’t expect a response, he was just giving you a heads up more or less of what’s about to happen.

“just relax for me.” his hand stops rubbing your belly and slides down to your lower stomach, pressing down on your full, aching bladder.

you squeeze your muscles tighter in hopes that it’ll stop you from peeing on yourself, but your bladder is too weak and too full to hold out any longer. it gives way and the floodgates open.

your sobbing intensifies as the stream of piss starts to leave you.

yuta notices you trying to press your legs together so he nudges them open and keeps them spread wide. you quickly come to the realization that there’s no stopping it and you finally relax as you continue to relieve yourself.

yuta brings two fingers to your urethra to feel the warm piss exiting out of your body. it wets the underside of your thighs and ass and your short pink skirt. it also wets yuta’s pants and crotch, making him incredibly hard as it makes it’s way onto the couch before seeping into the cushions.

when the flow finally stops, you’re both wet and the leather couch is soaked and there’s a puddle of piss on the hardwood floor.

dried tears stain your cute little face as you try to calm down and regulate your breathing again. yuta gives you a minute before grabbing your jaw and pressing his lips to yours for a heated kiss. he thanks you for letting him indulge in his kink as he pulls away.

he slips out from under you and you think he’s going to help you to the bathroom to clean up, but he gets on his knees instead and pulls you closer to him by your calves until your core is right in his face.

he licks and sucks at your soiled panties, flicking your clit with his tongue repeatedly in the process. once he’s satisfied, he pulls your panties to the side and goes to town; lapping at your piss covered pussy like it’s a special treat.

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #yuta smut #nakamoto yuta #kpop smut #nct x reader #kpop x black reader #kpop x poc reader #nct scenario #nct hard hours #omorashi #piss kink

[thesafecafe]

Let It Snow: H.R

A/N: thank you to @jenoslutie for hosting this collab, it was so fun to write for dream! It is a bit rushed because I was pressed for time, but I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Things get interesting when you and Renjun spend the week of Christmas together....

CW: 18+, MDNI, fluff, elopement (for discounts), smut, soft dom! Renjun, face sitting, oral (fem receiving), making out, fingering, soft sex, unprotected sex (don't), cream pie, mirror sex, ass slapping, praise, pet names, mentions of violence, (not pwp but the plot is a little thin), horrible puns at the end, smut under the cut enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't believe that the members of NCT would act like this, nor is this meant to be a representation of their real life actions or personalities. This is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

Words: 2,493

Renjun couldn't be anymore excited. He was finally going to have alone time with you. He hadn't gotten much of a chance to spend with you, since the other members hogged your time. They wouldn't let him near you first, all having the undying urge to tick him off just because they could. But finally, you were going to be with him for a whole week. His patience had paid off.

Having already texted you that he was outside, Renjun stood patiently outside your door. He knew that you might take a few minutes to get outside. He'd come quite early. “Hang on, I'm coming! Let me grab my coat!” He heard your muffled voice through the door. “It's okay princess! Take your time!” Renjun took a cursory glance around your street. There wasn't a car in sight, all pulled into garages thanks to the incoming snow storm that was supposed to hit.

As he turned back around, he heard your door opening. “Sorry it took me so long! I slept in just a little bit!” Renjun silently took you in, as you fidgeted and adjusted yourself along with some last minute luggage. You were dressed in a light blue sweater dress, and white leggings. Your hair was just barely concealed under a white fur hat, and you wore a matching set of gloves. “Oh look! We're matching!”

As Renjun had been looking you over, you'd done the same. He had on a light blue sweater and jeans, with a matching white and blue beanie, and a pair of white mittens. You both wore similar white boots, built for the cold weather. “I guess we are! Are you ready to hit the road?” You nodded, locking your doors and following him down the steps to the car. Your luggage was already inside, having been loaded up the night before.

Renjun opened your door for you, gently helping you step up into the large SUV. He closed your door, before jogging around and climbing in himself. “Let's get going, shall we?” You nodded, and he started the car, heading north. He was taking you for a week long getaway. You'd been hesitant at first; it'd be hard to hide that you were shopping for his gift if you were with him. But he finally convinced you, and with a little help from Chenle, you'd got all your shopping done before the trip.

Now, as Renjun carefully maneuvered his truck onto the highway, you were glad you agreed. You hadn't seen much of him lately, and you missed your friend. Your bond with him was stronger, since you'd gotten to know him before the others. Of course, due to recent events, you'd gotten much closer to the others than you'd ever admit out loud. But now wasn't the time for thinking of that. You were focused on Renjun.

“You can put on the radio if you like. It's a bit of a drive before we can get there.” Renjun nods at you, encouraging you to fiddle with his radio freely. You did, settling on a station playing old Christmas music. You sat back, settling comfortably into the warmth of your seat. The voice of Mariah Carey filled your ears as “All I want for Christmas is You” spilled from the speakers. “Oh, that one's my favorite!”

You looked over at Renjun, watching as he belted out the lyrics, beaming as he sang at the top of his lungs. You giggled when he attempted the high note, his voice cracking once the note got too high. “Aww, don't worry boo, you almost had it.” He laughed with you, happy that you were enjoying yourself. For the next few hours in the car, the mood was light. Filled with the sounds of laughter, singing, and soft conversations.

When Renjun finally pulled off the freeway, the sun was high in the sky. “Okay princess, we're almost there. Did you get my text about the itinerary and everything?” You nodded, recalling the information he'd sent you earlier in the week. “It was a little vague in some parts. What's the WFW part mean?” You tilted your head slightly, puzzled at the odd acronym you'd skimmed over.

Renjun’s ears went red. “Well uh, it means ‘wife for week’ actually. We basically get married for the week and then have an extra day to get it annulled. Plus, we get discounts on things as a married couple; it's an old fashioned place. I was gonna tell you earlier but I was trying to keep Hyuck out of our plans.” You squinted at him, contemplating the situation.

You'd done some crazy things over the past few weeks. You didn't expect something like this from your closest friend, but you also didn't expect to do a lot of things you had recently. “You really are trying to win the bet, aren't you?” You smirked, watching as his face turned red.

“How'd you know about that?” You gave him a pointed look. “So we can't keep secrets in the dorm, sue me.” You laughed, deciding to put him out of his misery. “Okay, I'll do it. I'll marry you. When's an opportunity like this gonna come again?”

Renjun sputtered, almost running a red light as he looked at you. “R-really? You'll do it?” You gripped your seatbelt tightly, hanging on for dear life. “Well, provided you don't accidentally kill us, then I have no problem with it.” He muttered an apology, focusing his eyes back onto the road. You smiled to yourself. This would be an interesting week.

An hour later, you’d arrived at your location: a sprawling, cabin style vacation home that could pass for a mansion. It was surrounded by tall pines that had been dusted with snow earlier in the day. “It's so big! How'd you even get this place?” You twirled around, eyes filled with awe. Renjun set the last of your luggage down by the couch, smiling at you. “Let's just say Chenle lost a bet. And I called it in for this week.”

You nodded, following him deeper into the house. He’d explained that there was a chapel on the grounds, but you hadn't seen any other buildings besides the one you were in. But you trusted him, and let him lead you out of a side door. There, in the fading sunlight, to the left of the house, was a small but pristine looking church building. It wasn't far from the house and there was a light on inside.

“I still can't believe you wanted me to marry you because things are cheaper up here if you're married. Are you not a millionaire?” Renjun huffed, mildly offended. “I will have you know, being rich doesn't mean you have to spend frivolously! And a discount is a discount, now put some pep in your step! Let's get hitched!”

He took you by the shoulders, playfully pushing you towards the chapel. You giggled at his nonsense, allowing him to haul you to the chapel. It only took twenty minutes for the little ceremony to be carried out. There were premade vows, that you repeated before signing the necessary papers. Renjun beamed when you were back inside the cabin. “Well, how does it feel to be married, Mrs. Huang?”

You rolled your eyes. “I don't know, we’ll see. If you don't annoy me too much, I'll consider giving you a five star review.” It was Renjun’s turn to roll his eyes. “What an honor. Haechan is gonna kill you though.”

The week went by fairly quickly. You did typical things: shopping, eating sweets, and taking pictures together. You grabbed some souvenirs to take home for everyone else, making sure to remember the store names and brands that you liked. But then there were the special things.

For instance, there was the train ride that mirrored the experience of The Polar Express. You sipped warm hot chocolate, watching as servers sang and made exaggerated dance moves to prepare the warm beverages. It was something you'd always wanted to see, but never got the chance to. And having a snowman building competition with him that turned into a snowball fight. Or the ice skating rink that you had all to yourselves. Before you knew it, the week flew by, and it was already Christmas Eve.

You were sitting by the window, watching the fireworks that a small village a few miles away were sending off, lighting up the night with beautiful colors. Renjun handed you a mug of hot tea. “Missing the place already huh?” He smiled gently at you, sitting down with his own mug. You looked him over; he looked handsome in his red sweater.

Renjun had been a gentleman to you all week. He was always like that with you, but it seemed amplified. He treated you like a real princess. “Yeah I'll miss it, but not more than I'll miss you looking like you belong in Santa’s workshop. You're such a cute little elf.” He ignored your comment, opting to lay his head on your shoulder and watch the fireworks with you.

“Did you enjoy yourself princess?” You nodded, knowing he could feel it. “I had a wonderful time. I think the sleigh rides were my favorite.” He hummed in agreement. He enjoyed the sleigh rides himself, not used to traveling in such a way but having fun nonetheless. “I'm glad, Y/N, that you agreed to come with me, regardless of the bet. I don't mind losing if I'm here with you. This has been the best week of the year.”

“Aww, I'm glad I came with you too. I'm also pretty glad I married you. You're actually a great husband, who knew?” Renjun sat up, a gleam of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Well, can this great husband get a kiss?” Pulling something from his pocket, he dangled it over your head, while puckering his lips at you. “Mistletoe? Seriously?” You raise an eyebrow, but you oblige anyway, pecking him on the lips.

“Hey, that doesn't count, it was only a small-” You interrupt him, kissing him again, fully this time. Renjun moaned as your tongue found his, and he tilted his head back so you could explore his mouth deeper. The kiss quickly escalated, from soft, gentle exploration to fevered passion. Finally, when the kiss is broken for much needed air, you both sit and observe each other.

Renjun's face is flushed, and his lips shine with the lip gloss you had on. He runs a hand through his hair shakily, exhaling to steady himself. You look equally heated, your heart racing in your chest, and your gloss smeared across your lips. “I think I wanna do that again.”

Renjun's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by that. “Princess, are you sure? Like, don't get me wrong, I do too but-” you kiss his cheek, effectively silencing his anxious questioning. “I'm sure.”

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“No, stop moving princess, you said you wanted this.” Renjun held your legs open with his as his fingers rubbed at your slit. Your back was pressed to his chest, and your legs dangled on either side of his; his free arm held your waist. Two fingers slowly rubbed at your clit, eliciting pathetic moans and whimpers out of you. He'd already made you cum on his fingers twice.

“Renjun please, it's too much, please” you whimpered as he increased the pressure, but not the speed. He was steady, building you up slowly and letting you fall to the edge the same way. “Shh, princess, it's okay. Go ahead and cum for me. That's what you want right?” You nodded, your breath coming in short bursts as you neared your high.

“Then cum for me princess.” You moaned loudly as you came, your hands clutching the hem of his shirt for stability. Renjun kissed your neck, gently holding you as you came down. “You take my fingers so well love. Look at how pretty you are.” You felt him tilt your chin up, making you look into the mirror across from the bed. You felt shy as you saw how fucked out you looked, but even more so as you observed the glistening skin of your inner thighs.

“My pretty girl. Come here.” Renjun pulled you off of his lap, gently setting you on the bed, before climbing onto it himself. He laid flat on his back, his head resting on a pillow. He motioned for you to come closer. You obeyed, shuffling closer on your knees. “I want you to sit on my face, princess. Let me taste you pretty girl.”

You felt heat rise to your face. You felt yourself throbbing at his words. You hesitated for only a second before carefully straddling his face. Renjun pulled you down immediately, mouth already open and waiting. Your eyes rolled back as his tongue rolled over your clit, sucking and flicking eagerly. One of his fingers gently traced over your entrance, before dipping into you. It wasn't long before you were coming undone again.

Renjun smiled, kissing your clit before helping you off of his face. Getting on his knees, he turns to you. “Face the mirror, ass up.” You let out a breathless laugh as you crawl in front of him. “You're insatiable Mr. Huang.” You yelp, caught off guard by the sudden sting you feel to your ass. Renjun smacks your ass again before raising your hips to meet his. “Only for you princess.”

Before you could respond, you feel him push into you. Your mouth drops open, before you curse. He starts slowly, making sure you are comfortable, before he goes harder. His thrusts are steady, deep and unrelenting. One of his hands reaches down to pull your hair. “Keep your eyes on the mirror baby. Want you to see me fill you up.”

You clench around him at that, making him groan. “Fuck, you like that don't you princess? Want me to really make you mine? Fill you up so everyone knows you're mine?” You moaned, clenching around him again. “Yes, please, make me yours!” You started moving your hips to meet his.

“Fuck Y/N, I'm close- just like that, fuck!” Renjun's hips stilled as he came, seated deep inside of you. You reached your peak at the same time, your walls squeezing around his length, drawing out both of your highs. When you both recovered, Renjun lifted you gently, pressing your back to his chest. He kissed your neck and shoulders, as his hands rubbed your thighs.

“Well, this has been one hell of a Christmas holiday.” You laughed softly as Renjun held you. He laughed with you. “I hope you enjoyed it. My favorite part,” he paused before pulling out of you, allowing his cum to trickle down your legs, “was making it snow.”

“Renjun! Seriously?!” He laughed harder as you swatted him. He didn't mind though. ‘Snow’ would always be his favorite part of Christmas.

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[linos-luna]

For Aquarius you could maybe do a birthday smut since it’s their bday soon🤪

Personally I would love to read what you come up with for Johnny.

Thanks in advance if you choose to write smth like this. Have a nice day😗

Thats great idea actually.

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Happy Birthday ❣️

Johnny x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut , 18+ , unprotected sex , oral (fem receiving) , fingering, pet names, a little grinding

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Today was Johnny’s birthday and you wanted to make it special. You’ve been dating for a few months and have gotten really close.

First you went to dinner and explored the city. Then you both went to his friends house for some cake and drinks.

It was a fun little gathering and you and your boyfriend were a bit tipsy. Luckily, one of his friends drove you both home and you found yourself chatting with him as you took off your necklace and took down your hair.

Johnny sat on the bed, texting one of his friends. He couldn’t help thinking about how cute you looked.

“Did you have a good day?” You asked, now walking up to him.

“Of course I did baby.” He held onto your hips and smiled at you.

“I can make it even better…” you replied smugly and got on his lap.

You kissed him deeply and rolled your hips over his lap. You were both fighting for dominance with each other . He groaned a little at the feeling and reached his hand under your shirt. He felt around for your bra and was surprised to feel the lacy texture.

“Did you wear something pretty for me?” Johnny asked, breaking the kiss for a moment.

“Of course I did.” You giggled. “It’s your birthday. You deserve a treat…”

Your boyfriend lifted and removed your shirt, now kissing down your neck while groping your breasts. “Thank you baby…”

You ran your hands down his chest then to his lap. Then you decided to tease him a bit and rub him over his pants. This caused him to tightly grip your thigh.

“What are you doing, babygirl?”

“I don’t know what you’re taking about…” you replied, acting oblivious.

Johnny chuckled and grabbed your jaw. “Naughty girl, don’t tease me.”

He let go and you got up to remove your jeans. Before you could sit back down, he stopped you.

“Wow baby…” Johnny was enticed by your adorable lingerie. He loved how beautiful you looked standing before him.

“God you’re so pretty…” he added while grabbing onto your hips. He rubbed your sides and moved one of his hands to your panties, slowly rubbing circles on your crotch area.

You made a soft noise while he did so and he got up so he can lay you on the bed.

“Babygirl, can I?” Johnny asked while tugging at the waistband.

“Of course. Whatever you want!”

He nodded and lowered your panties, relishing in how wet they were. He then spread your legs and started kissing your inner thighs before making his way to your wet cunt. He fingered you a bit before now kissing at your pussy.

J-Johnny-!” You moaned and couldn’t help buckling your hips to his face. Your eyes were rolled back and you bit your lip, trying to keep yourself was drooling. Meanwhile, your boyfriend continued eating you out like a starved man.

Before you could reach your high, Johnny let go and frantically pulled his shirt off along with his pants.

You whined a bit at the loss of touch but before you could say anything you were flipped on your stomach.

Johnny loves taking you from behind like this and he was quick to adjust you to his liking. He grabbed you by the hips and quickly entered you.

“You’re taking me so well…” he said, grunting as he started thrusting.

You practically buried your face into the pillows to keep from being too loud. Your makeup will definitely be smeared but Johnny wouldn’t care. All he could think about was ramming you into the bed, causing it to move and creek.

“Fuck, y/n!” Your boyfriend grabbed you by your hair and pulled you up. “You’re such a good girl. So so good….”

“J-Johnny-… I-…I-…” you could barely speak and he knew you were going to hit that high soon.

“Babygirl cum for me…” he said, rubbing at your clit.

You came fairly quickly and felt him release directly after.

He pulled out and flipped you to your back, softly kissing your lips..

“Thank you babygirl…” Johnny moved some hair from your face, softly caressing your cheek again. “you always know how to please me…”

“Happy… Happy birthday, Johnny…” you were drifting off and it was hard to focus on him.

He smiled and kissed your forehead before cuddling up next to you, holding on tight. He slowly drifted off as well, thinking about how much he loved you and what a great day it was.

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This one not so exciting. Just meant to be cute. Hope you like ☺️

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[mooncakesofpan]

Hey my request are open my pinned post has the series I write for and my rules!

I’m currently not writing for stranger things sorry.

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