#kard jiwoo smut

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Helping my divine friend with something although she could help herself because I’m such a nice guy but I really misjudged things and now they go wrong

Male Reader x Jeon Jiwoo

Length: 3515 words

Tags: experimental sex, Jiwoo wants it all, goddess!Jiwoo, awkward sex, 69, riding, overstimulation, there is a lot of pressure on you btw, missionary, creampie, heavy orgasm, a reference no one will get, seriously if you get the reference I'll buy you a cookie, technically virgin sex, the background switches a couple of times, tit sucking, you might crack a smile at times, pussy eating, sexpert!you / playful!Jiwoo

TW: I edited this... but it still is chaos deluxe, so beware

Inspiration: the ideas/pic send by @existslikepristin

Credit: @existslikepristin for submitting a crazy good request!

(A/N: I had fun writing this chaos and I hope you have some fun reading it. Jiwoo of Kard was definitely not on my mind, so it was fun seeing her submitted. Go Kard!)

“I need your help with something.”

You quickly turn your head to the far end of your bed. There she is again, this time with silver hair and a red dress that loosely covers the most intimate parts of her body, but leaves a lot of room for her pale skin to shine through. Today she overdid it though. In your humble opinion, her marble colored skin looks like a newly printed sheet of paper you can write on, and those large, obsidian earrings give off a ridiculous contrast to all the white. 

“Why the fuck do you need my help?” you sigh.

Your question is absolutely warranted. Jiwoo, like a lot of the friends you manifested in your time in solitude, is a Goddess, with power beyond the known natural barriers. Unlike the strong Matthew, the clever Somin or crazy J, all elaborate figments of your imagination, she seemingly has no limits. To your knowledge, she can do anything, thus there is no need to ask you for help.

“Well,” Jiwoo explains herself while your focus shifts back to the magazine in your hands, “it’s an activity that needs at least two. Can’t have sex alone, you know?”

You furrow your eyebrows. but force yourself not to look back up again. Jiwoo saying weird things is nothing new to you at this point. Most of the time, she is just playing pranks on you. She knows that the word ‘sex’ should get a reaction out of you, no matter the context, but you won’t give her this victory. Defying this Goddess has been a daily activity for you since Jiwoo decided to become proactive in your lazy life.

“Not really,” you respond with a deep breath. “You can have sex on your own. Go masturbate or get a dildo or two, no need for me to be around.”

“But I already did that!” Jiwoo blurts out and tears away the magazine. She leans towards you, face to face. You can’t avoid her diamond eyes, mostly because you don’t want to stare down the deity’s cleavage. 

“It’s boring, I want to try something new.”

Now you’re really surprised. 

“Wait, you never had sex before? Like with another person?”

“Nope,” Jiwoo shakes her head and straightens her posture again, “Too busy.”

“Too busy doing what?” you ask and immediately regret it. The more attention you give her now, the more likely it is for her not to go away and leave you alone.

“Too busy testing every ice cream flavor and comparing them. Shit, there are so many of them.”

You stare at her, disappointed, confused, annoyed. Jiwoo notices. With quick blinks she tries to make her eyes appear puppy-like, but even through divine powers she could never pull it off. Something about her appearance is always so-not-cute, which is a bummer because cute girls are your type. 

“Something inside me—” you sigh and carelessly throw the magazine over your shoulder, “—can kinda relate, but at the same time, like, just go out now. I don’t see you eating ice cream now, so you can just seduce some guy at a bar or even offer yourself. No need for me to do it.”

“So you’re saying I should prostitute myself?” Jiwoo acts infuriated, a theatrical hand on her chest, “What if I catch a disease, you bastard!”

“For fuck sake, as if you need to worry about that.”

“But I just want to do it with someone I know.”

“Me? Why?”

“Stop asking questions!” Jiwoo shouts and shoves you down to your bed. Her eyes turn white in fury, maybe you have stretched her patience a bit too far. If you are honest to yourself, you don’t really have a good reason to reject her. You don’t want to? Well yes, but actually no. Even inhibitions because she is something extraterrestrial would usually not keep you from getting laid (not like it happens all of the time, you don’t get busy with humans that often either). Maybe it’s because you don’t want to risk the friendship? Were you always this complicated?

“Okay fine, fine, I’ll do it,” you sigh and Jiwoo’s face lights up.

“Awesome! I want to try a lot of things, so we should get started.” 

Jiwoo smiles brightly. Her red leather clothes glow for a second before they disappear and she stands before you fully nude. Turn your head to the side to hide your blush. She has no clue.

“Slow down, slow down. Dammit, Jiwoo, I still don’t know what you want to try—”

“Everything.”

You glare back at her—her tits, nice handfuls—her face, actually, you wouldn’t get distracted by—tits, they look very soft—pinchable cheeks, no red on them at all. She lacks any embarrassment.

“W-well,” you stammer, eye contact fragile, impossible even, “there are so many things you c-can do during sex o-or with the partner, we won’t be able to do them all. I-I could walk you through like a basic routine?”

“Aw, but only if we do the rest later, ‘kay?”

Another attempt at puppy eyes, but this time you don’t even notice them. The surprisingly dark areolae around Jiwoo’s nipples is a lot better at getting your attention than whatever her eye color is right now.

“F-fine. No need to roleplay romantic stuff so uhm let’s just get to oral, so we can learn, I mean you can learn some stuff, uhm.” 

Words have never been this hard to find, formulate, fuck, you can’t even swallow properly. This woman really is without shame. She snaps her fingers and your clothes disappear in a beam of light as well. Speaking of light, the entire room becomes a lot brighter from seemingly nowhere. You try to find the source but all you find is Jiwoo’s ass as she playfully spins around.

“I created some extra light so I can see all things properly. No need to search for your shadow, there is none.”

She says it so casually, like she is insane. The insane one however is you. You nod like a brainless idiot like you didn’t have any reservations about this beforehand. It’s too late to turn back now.

“Let’s start, uhm, with uhhhh, a 69 position. Basically—” you hesitate for a moment and look intently at Jiwoo’s cleanly shaven slit, “—I lay down and you get on top of me. Your face is at my crotch and you, like, do the same. Viceversa."

“Oh, okay~”

The two of you get into position. You feel your hardening shaft rub over Jiwoo’s soft cheek and her thick, almost trunky thighs press on your own cheek. The all-encompassing light works wonders, you can easily see everything about Jiwoo’s pussy, although she is definitely too eager at making your face meet her crotch. 

“Now what?” Jiwoo asks and stares at your cock.

“Take it into your mouth and suck on it. In the meantime, I, uhm, do basically the same with your vagina. This way we can both give oral pleasure, like with our mouths.”

“Ah, I see! And it looks like a six on top of nine!”

Jiwoo’s excitement is unbridled. Right after she blurts out her discovery, she takes your cock into her mouth and nibbles on it. Sharp teeth come dangerously close to digging into the delicate skin of your most holy scepter. You scream.

“No teeth, no chewing! Jiwoo, never do that, it hurts, fuck!”

“Chill, chill, I’m sorry,” she blurts out, dick still on her tongue. “So no teeth?”

“Please, yes, no teeth. Just tongue and—fuck, oh fuck!”

Before you can finish your explanation, Jiwoo takes most of your sensitive cock in her mouth, violently choking on it while her tongue runs sloppy circles around the shaft. The indescribable pleasure of her sudden blowjob only lasts a couple of seconds though, because her gags become too dangerously strong. Jiwoo almost releases more than just your cock from her mouth. New discovery: Goddesses have a gag reflex.

“You, you can take it slower,” you breathlessly say, while putting your tongue on her labia. “Like this. Slow licks, careful sucking.”

“Hm, oh wow, that feels good.” Jiwoo begins to quietly moan and lowers her pussy further down on your tongue. “I thought sex was very quick and hard and all that.”

“It can be, but this feels good too, right?” you say with a witty smirk and lick on her clit. 

“Oh fuck! I see, I see, fuck, shit, fuck.” Jiwoo continues to curse as she uses the newly learned lesson on the tip of your cock. Her delicate tongue puts pressure on the underside of your tip, then she drags it over and under your cock head. You hiss and gently spread her pussy lips to suck everything from clit to ass.

“Hng, ah fuck! I understand why you humans curse during sex. It feels so fucking good.”

You giggle. Jiwoo’s pussy is now pinning you to the mattress, but you’re not going to complain. It’s an amazing labia, pink, and the juice is tasty. More and more is coming out and you decide to probe into her with your tongue. The first time her insides get spread by non-plastic makes Jiwoo scream with your cock in her mouth.

“Fak, feef fo gout.”

You start to tongue fuck her. 

“So goouuut!

“I wan somsin big—bigger!” 

Your cock pops free from her lips and she gets off of your face, spotted with tiny droplets of her juice. Jiwoo stands above you, confused, needy, staring at your cock which is proudly pointing at the ceiling.

“Well, uhm,” you cough to get the Goddess’ attention back, “I guess we can continue. If you want it inside you, you can ride me.”

“Huh? Like a piggyback ride?”

“No, I mean—no, that doesn’t work. What I meant is you can basically sit on my penis while it’s inside of you.”

“Oh, I see. Yes, fuck, I want that.”

Jiwoo reaches for the base of your dick. She squats down and rubs the spit-drenched tip on her labia, searching for the hole. Her outsides feel hot already, you can’t wait to feel the clenching of her pussy. For the first time, no curses, no words, just quick breaths and subsequent moans when Jiwoo finally aligns you with her hole. 

As the seconds tick down, the tension leaves Jiwoo’s body and you’re able to penetrate her. With a shriek she stops after half of your cock is inside of her. It’s an awkward feeling for both of you. The Goddess is aroused but confused by this sensation of a real dick, the human is confused by the intense heat he enters. Jiwoo looks towards you, eyes full of questions.

“Well, uhm, what does it feel like?” you ask with a smile. “Is-is it good? Does it hurt?”

“It’s weird,” Jiwoo mewls. “You’re hot and you stretch me out. God, is this really the way you reproduce?”

“Yeah, but usually, there is more moving.”

“I get it, I get it, just let me adjust. You’re pretty big after all.”

A bright grin and a deep flush alter your cheeks and Jiwoo looks at you, even more puzzled than before. She readjusts her feet to keep the current position, but you can already see that she will go down on it soon.

“Thank you for the compliment,” you whisper and caress her thigh.

“What compliment? It’s a fact, don’t faulter yourself.”

“Faulter is wrong, that’s not how you—ha, fuck!”

You hold your breath, when Jiwoo suddenly goes down. You try reaching for something to not lose your grip on reality, but Jiwoo's thighs are not good at giving you stability because the Goddess immediately starts to grind and shimmy on your cock.

"Woah, fu-fu-fuck," Jiwoo fakes a stutter as her features turn euphoric. "This is insane. Amazing, so deep, I feel so full. I want it again, this feeling."

You don't have to give her a hint this time; Jiwoo starts to ride you herself. She impales her tight pussy on you with more vigor each time her legs lift her slender body up. She is too enamored with the feeling to notice your groaning and mewling.

Suddenly, everything around you disappears. For what has to be less than a second, all your furniture, your room, even your house vanishes into a white void. In the next moment, you find yourself in the midst of a grand meadow, confused sheep all around you, gigantic mountains in the background, soft, dew-covered grass below you.

"What the fuck?" you shout out, but Jiwoo has her eyes closed and forces her cunt on you without stopping. "Ji-Jiwoo, where the—huh?"

The void swallows all the sheep and snowy mountains and wet grass. They get replaced with the impeccable view of countless skyscrapers and houses from above. A strong, cold wind blasts through your hair. You tense up.

"Holy shit, is that New York—wait, are we on the Empire Sta—"

Before you can finish stating your observation, yet another void ends your view of the American metropolis and sends you into an uncomfortable bed of sand. Nothing but hot, rough, irritating sand everywhere. It annoys you on the beaches, but in a dessert it’s the fucking worst.

"Fuck, shit," Jiwoo curses through gritted teeth and for the first time slows down. With you a twitching mess because of her twitching cunt on your twitching dick, she finally stops and hides her flushed face.

"I-I think I almost peed. Weird feeling."

"It-It's f-fine,” you dismiss her worries as the sun starts to scorch your skin. “But can you please get us out of this fucking dessert?”

“Yeah, right, uhm.”

This time, the transition is seamless. The sand on your back gets replaced with something a lot more comfortable. Soft cushions stuffed with feathers or cotton, even better than your own bed, except you're not laying on a bed but a couch. The cooler, darker surroundings are foreign to you.

“Where are we now?” you ask, annoyed at what you perceive are Jiwoo’s usual antics.

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” she blurts out and draws circles on your chest with her fingernails. “That was incredible, marvelous! The way my pussy got stretched out by your cock. How did it feel for you?”

“Well, uhm.” Suddenly embarrassed, you avert your eyes from Jiwoo and try to come up with a good response. It’s hard to lie when you’re still balls deep inside her. “It just feels very good, the, uhm, warmth and ti-tightness and—”

“So tightness is good?” Jiwoo repeats the meaning of your words with a curious nod. “Then how about this?”

Tightness turns to pressure. The walls of Jiwoo’s cunt begin to clamp down harder on you. The texture of her insides becomes imprinted on your skin. You both groan in unison. At this point, there is nothing to add that could make this connection stronger, you literally can’t pull out of her. However, Jiwoo continues, her pussy slowly becoming a merciless hydraulic press that threatens to crush your cock. The pleasure from pressure fades into horror and pain. 

“Fuck, ah, fuck, stop! Please, Jiwoo!”

Your screams don't go unheard. Jiwoo ends her odd experiment on you. 

“Too tight?” she asks the way a scientist would ask a subject during testing of a very questionable product.

“Yes, yes, way too tight.”

“Sorry about that. Maybe I could increase the heat nex ti—”

“No! I mean, no, no need for that.” You helplessly sway your arms to get your point across. “There is no need for any of this crazy, supernatural stuff. Your pussy is… it’s awesome as it is, Jiwoo.”

Awkward silence. The two of you can’t hold eye contact for more than a fleeting moment. Blood shoots to your head in embarrassment, and even the Goddess on your dick is not immune to it. She carefully gets off of your lap and looks over the back of the couch.

“This is, uhm, quite the interesting place,” Jiwoo whispers.

“Yeah, but what is it actually? You should know. You teleported us here after all.” You try to keep the conversation going while gawking at the large paintings, crimson banners and dark brown tables and chairs. There is no lamp at the ceiling or any other electrical device in this room. Everything about this place looks and smells like it’s from a long time ago, but not a galaxy far, far away.

“To be honest,” Jiwoo elaborates, “I just chose a random room from your mind. I can replay memories or parts of your imagination? Maybe you have been here before or imagined a place like this?”

Jiwoo points out the window at blue-gray walls topped with battlements and towers. Further below is an atrium with dozens of servants cleaning pans and pots. Undoubtedly a castle, a very realistically old looking castle. Even the people are dressed up properly, like they came straight out of Europe 600 years ago.

“Hm, I don’t remember being in this castle. It might be from a movie I watched or a story I read.” You ponder a little longer before looking at Jiwoo who fixes her white strands that got stuck to her sweaty face. “Anyways, what do we do now?”

“Show me another position, please~” Jiwoo immediately responds, her voice cute, her hands naughty. Finger wrap around your cock and give slow pumps. You’ve had it with her, it’s time to show her a different side.

“Fuck, fine. Lay down and spread your legs.

“Let me take charge now.”

Jiwoo’s legs shoot away from her body in excitement. The thrill in her eyes grows exponentially, when you rub your hard cockhead on her moist folds. Put a hand next to her face for stability before penetrating her in one motion. Jiwoo groans when you bottom out and mewls when you pull out shortly after. Before she can complain, you repeat the process.

“Woah,” Jiwoo pulls you closer to her body as she groans, “this is crazy good.”

“This position is called missionary.”

“Why are you, hm, fuck, why are you going so slow though?”

With a smirk you lean down to one of Jiwoo’s breasts and take as much of it as you can in your mouth. Drag your tongue over the delicate skin in calculated patterns and watch her whimper because her nipple is left untouched. Jiwoo is getting closer to losing her sanity, which is a deserved punishment for the cock-compression from earlier. 

“Don’t worry, I will go faster. Just one thing, Jiwoo.

“When this weird feeling comes again; don’t hold back, let it out.”

Finally suck her nipple for the finale before letting it pop free from your lips. It’s like a secret signal, a code word for your hips to do their job. No more pulling out, now it’s just pistoning like an engine in overdrive.

Jiwoo screams out your name, which urges you to drown out her voice with pelvis on pelvis hits that make droplets of her juice stain the ancient couch. This time, her pussy tightens around you without any supernatural body alteration. 

You groan in satisfaction, the sight of Jiwoo below you disturbingly different from her usual self but also incredibly hot. You peck her trembling lips, then move along her sharp jaw to nibble on it. Hiss when she digs her point nails in your back.

“Fuck, don’t stop. This is amazing,” Jiwoo moans out. Every thought of hers is drowned out, only gasps escape her mouth, but even those get interrupted when you suddenly shove your tongue into it. Jiwoo freezes in confusion, giving you the perfect opportunity to play with her idle tongue. Push it around with your own like it’s a bouncy ball, force it to play along as you increase your tempo.

Jiwoo’s breaths become rapid, your thrust wild, violent even. Her hands are in your hair, she is about to pull out entire patches which just makes you fuck her harder. Wetness, wetness and suddenly, an entire waterfall comes pouring out of Jiwoo’s thoroughly fucked hole. A strong, squirting orgasm leaves her teary eyed and breathless. Luckily, it also makes her stop pulling your hair thus you don’t have to worry about partial baldness—yet.

Don’t worry about cumming inside her too. She is a Goddess, she won’t get pregnant, no matter how big your load is. It feels like a month's worth of cum is sucked out of you; at first, it’s shot in and then, it comes pouring out when you pull out. You fall backwards into the cushions, stirring up more dust then you would’ve hoped.

“Oh. My. God,” Jiwoo slowly, quietly mouths. “This was… godly!”

“I see what you did there,” you chuckle and watch Jiwoo’s chest rise and fall and her gaping pussy leak your cream.

“So this is how babies are made,” she casually says.

Your body shoots back up, your face contorting in shock.

“Wait, what? N-no, you’re a Goddess, you can’t get pregnant.

Right? Right???"

Jiwoo pouts and looks up at you.

“Isn’t getting pregnant the goal? Why would it be bad?”

“I—

“It’s complicated.”

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She's a menace.

Some things never change, and Jiwoo's ability to throw you for a loop is one of those.

You inhale shakily as her long nails brush over the small of your back, a gentle touch. She might be standing behind you now. You really can't tell. You lost track of her ages ago.

"Still okay?"

Her deep voice is calm as ever, and you nod.

You'd come home from work late. Home to your apartment, but it's not rare to find her there without you, using her girlfriend privileges to their fullest. And tonight, that's exactly what she'd done.

You came home, and there she was, sitting on your couch. Still in her clothes from the day, baggy designer pants and a men's shirt that hangs so big, it looks like she stole it from someone twice her size (you have an idea of whom). Her face is bright and clear, makeup-free for once, and she's smiling.

"I got you something."

Admittedly, you'd stopped paying close attention to the goings-on when she kissed you, when she threaded those long nails into your hair, raked over your scalp.

Your clothes vanished, at some point. That's fine, though. You never mind putting on a show for her.

She teased you, loving gentle touches that only stoked your excitement. She complimented you until you were practically burning up with self-consciousness.

And then, somehow, you ended up like this.

"Traffic lights," she reminded you.

Her smile was small but victorious as she moved closer, and then...

Silky and lightweight, dark fabric.

The blindfold is luxurious, and comfortably snug without being too tight, but damn is it effective. It's big enough that you can't even see the hints of light coming in around the edges, can't really make out the folds of fabric right in front of your eyes.

You appreciated the reminder that you could safeword at any time (whoever transformed the traffic light colors into a baseline safeword system for forgetful and distractable people like you is a hero who you will never repay).

You also know that you have no intention of doing that.

"You should use your words."

"I'm okay," you say.

It's more of a croak, since you've been quiet for an inestimable amount of time.

Without your eyes, you're relying on your ears to track your girlfriend. She had slippers on for a while, the gentle shuffling of them against the floor serving as a great aid until she realized what you were doing and took them off.

You have to track her, because she's always on the move.

One side to the other, around you. A touch here, a kiss there. The tickle of her hair against the soft skin of your stomach as she leaned down and-

"How - how long?" you ask.

"How long what?"

She sounds way too amused.

You pout. "How much longer?"

Not that you want the game to stop, but you're sure that you're painting quite the picture right now.

Nude, in the center of the room, standing obediently. Feet shoulder-width apart. Hands clasped behind your back. The way that you should stand, if asked.

You're not supposed to touch her. You're definitely not allowed to see her. And of course, the anticipation is the point.

But you want her.

"How long do you think?" she asks.

You know what the right answer would be, if you wanted things to continue down this road. Get more extreme, really step into some roles. But you're tired, tonight. This is enough, as it is.

"Not too long."

Even to your own ears, your voice is small.

Jiwoo is a menace, but she's a menace who loves you.

She doesn't tease you anymore. She also doesn't make you do it by yourself, the way she might on another day, just to see your struggle without the use of one of your senses. No, tonight, she folds her hand into yours, and gently tugs until you take a step.

Two, three, four steps, and then her soft hands, the gentle press of her nails into your skin, as she guides you to sit. Your mattress creaks under you, a familiar and welcome kind of sound.

She has you lay down, too, on your back among your own pillows and bedcovers. It's gentle, and fond, and you can feel her oversized shirt and the ends of her hair as she leans down over you.

And then she bites you. On the shoulder.

Not hard. Not to hurt, of course. Not even to bruise. Just to switch it up. Just to hear the way that you gasp, like she knew you would, and to jolt back from the sudden warmth of her mouth, the dig of her teeth into the curve of your shoulder.

"Ow!" you protest, anyway.

"Oh, that didn't hurt," she says.

She's already licking a trail from the tingling spot where she'd taken a bite to the much more ticklish dip of your throat. 

"Can I touch?" you ask.

You're a little desperate to get your hands on her, after all this time. Sure, being horizontal is a welcome reprieve from the tightness in your muscles from standing prettily for her, but still. She's the one having all the fun.

"If you can find me," she teases.

Her mouth disappears from your throat, the warmth of her gone from your side.

"Unfair."

"Nobody ever said I was fair," she replies.

Ugh. Her voice is across the room, now. You should've kept your mouth shut. She's a menace, after all.

You listen carefully, for a moment. There's a squeak of a door, rustling fabric, and a soft kind of clatter, like wood or plastic hitting together.

"Wrinkled already," she mutters.

She's hanging up your work clothes.

"Right now?!" you ask, desperation making you snap at her more than you usually would in this position.

"They're wrinkled already," she repeats, like that settles it.

"But what about-"

"I might even have to iron this."

She wouldn't dare.

Except she absolutely would. Having you wait here like this while she does chores or some shit. Blindfolded, knowing that if you give up on her game, she won't give you anything at all. Knowing that if you hold out, she'll fuck you up in the best way, like she does every time.

And the thing is, you're so fucking turned on.

You have been this whole time, only getting worse the longer she lets the anticipation grow. You know she can see it, exactly how badly you want her.

You're so wrapped up in the possibility that she's going to walk out and make the game extend indefinitely that you don't even notice she's approached you again until she touches you.

One hand tweaks your nipple, and her teeth sink into your other shoulder. Like she's just trying to make them match.

"How long do you think you can last?"

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I loved your angst Jackson scenarios, can you do one with BM from Kard where his partner wants to break up with him but he's trying to prevent it but fails? Could be because he cheated or wasn't giving enough attention to them

Pleeeeaase and thank you

hey anon, thank you so much for reading and enjoying my stories - that means the world to me :)

you are the first request I ever had (yeyyyy) so I hope you like the story I came up with.

all the love xo

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BAGGAGE

“Where does this train even go?”, he mumbled under his breath.

Head tilted; he was watching the worldly scenery vanish quickly in front of him. He found comfort in the rapid change outside as his thoughts were racing equally hasty. He hadn’t heard from you in weeks but still he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He composed the memories of you the same way he composed his songs.

First, he imagined your breathtaking visuals: your bright eyes, your cute nose and sensuous lips. Then, he added the sounds of your cute laughter and silent gasps. And lastly, he imagined you saying the most beautiful words: I love you, Matthew. I can’t picture my life without you, you’re all I need. Thinking of you like that always filled his heart with the utmost love. The warm fuzzy feeling spread through his whole body, leaving him happy and fulfilled. That tender feeling didn’t last long though, as the most recent memories clouded his mind too soon. What started out as the loveliest tune turned into the most caustic remix. Now he saw your tearful eyes and worried frowns, heard your desperate screams and spiteful words and listened to you breaking up with him. Those warm and fuzzy feelings turned icy, numbing his whole body.

He took a deep breath. “Fuck, I miss her so much. What should I do?”, he muttered silently. Once again, he grabbed his phone and opened your chat. Your picture was still there. He felt the relief as he realized you had not deleted his number – maybe you missed him, too? Maybe you were looking at your phone and hoping for him to text you, too? Hyped up by his delusional fantasies he decided to text you.

Y/N… I miss you.

Eyes glued to his phone, not daring to even blink. His throat was dry, hands jittery and stomach tied into a knot. “She will answer, won’t she?” He gasped as he saw you typing. By now his heart was beating as fast as the train was going.

I miss you, too.

His eyes lit up as he processed those words.

You do?

Of course, I do. I think about you all the damn time.

Are you serious?

Yes. You wouldn’t believe how often I picked up my phone just to text you.

Yet you didn’t…

Yeah, I decided it was better not to.

Why?

I don’t know, I just felt like it wasn’t right.

It didn’t feel right? Texting me didn’t feel right?

He felt his blood boiling up again.

Yeah, to be honest I didn’t feel like you treated me well, so I backed off.

Oh, that’s funny of you to say. I felt the exact same way.

You did?

Yeah.. I really struggled those past few weeks.

I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, Matthew.

Why did you though?

Do you want me to be honest?

He had to think about that for a while. Did he want your honesty? BM often thought about the possible downfalls of your relationship. Did he spend too much time on his music? Did he spend too much time in the gym? Did he not make you feel loved? Did he not please you sexually? Was there someone else? He ruminated on all those questions countless times and never found an answer. So maybe it was time to finally reveal the truth.

Yes please.

When I first met you, I was head over heels in love with you. I know this sounds cliché but it’s true. I never met someone like you before. You showed me parts of you that I adored so much, and you also showed me new sides of myself that I got to love as well. I loved spending time with you. We always had a great time, didn’t we? Kissing you, hugging you, laughing with you, fucking you, talking about serious stuff with you – that all felt so comfortable. I knew that I didn’t want to be in a relationship when I met you but given the nature of all this, I changed my mind about it.

BM scoffed as he read the last sentence; the hurt of you dumping him still deeply ingrained in his heart.

You changed your mind about it? And yet you threw me away like I was garbage?

I can see why you would feel that way. But don’t you think you dumped me first?

NO?!

BM never had a heart attack, but this had to be it. What was that supposed to mean? “How the hell did I dump you first? I’ve been crying for weeks because you left me and now you have the guts to tell me I did that to myself?”, he was furious.

What the fuck do you mean?

Matthew.. Don‘t you think that you broke us up yourself?

Are you serious right now? No. No, I don‘t think that. At all. You abandoned me!!

You abandoned me long before I did. Has that ever occurred to you?

Well, enlighten me please, how did I do that, huh?

Weren’t you the one that decided that this relationship, this thing between us, could not work? Weren’t you the one that decided that it was doomed from the start? Weren’t you the one that declared that I was going to break your heart?

For a moment he forgot how to breathe. He stared at the screen, unable to answer, unable to process what was happening.

Weren’t you the one that got so much into your head and focused on your fears? Weren’t you the one that was dead set on me hurting you? Weren’t you the one distancing yourself because you were afraid?

Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes.

Weren’t you the one that was convinced that I wasn’t serious about you? Weren’t you the one thinking that I must be fucking dudes on the side and only be toying with you? Weren’t you so sure about me being an easy girl that simply fucks around? Did you honestly think I would not notice this?

By now it was hard to read the messages, tears completely clouding his vision. “I never said that to her, what the fuck. It’s… it’s like she saw right through me. She saw what I was thinking about her, about us. How is that possible? How did she grasp my fears like that?”

Y/N

I-

Matthew, I wanted to love you. I wanted to stay by your side and build this beautiful connection I thought we shared. But you painted me as the bad guy. You made me into this menace that only used you for sex. You saw me as someone taking advantage of you and that irked me. I got so disgusted by you, that’s why I left. It felt unfair – you took my beautiful love and turned it into something so ugly. What does that say about you?

BM wiped away his tears, pulling his black beanie further down. Shame was flooding his whole body now. He asked for honesty, and he got it, all of this was true. What kind of person was he? Why the fuck did he always assume the worst? Why was he always sabotaging love? Deep down he knew why but he never had the courage to share his dark fears with others. Would it have been different if he had shared it with you? He started typing his reply to you, being totally honest and transparent for a change.

Y/N, you are right. About everything. I am so sorry. I am so sorry that I hurt you like that. I don’t know why I can’t stop doing that. I guess I’m just fucked up. I made horrible experiences in the past and got hurt, badly. I know I shouldn’t compare you to the girls I dated back then, honestly, I couldn’t even if I wanted to as they wouldn’t stand a chance. But the hurt they ingrained in me still lingers and that’s why I did that. I was afraid that you would break my heart. I was afraid that you would turn out like they did. I was afraid that this was too good to be true. And by fearing all that I created a monster. Out of myself and out of you. I am so sorry. You didn’t deserve that. Deep down I know how wonderful you are – that’s the reason I fell in love with you. My fear made me see things that were not there and by doing that I pushed you away. I get that now. I guess you're right – I did abandon you first, even if it was only in my mind. But somehow you caught on to that and now you’re-

BM’s breath got stuck in his lungs as he noticed your picture disappearing. He didn’t have the chance to finish his side of the story as you finished it for him. “Gone”, was the last word he muttered before he deleted his whole paragraph and put away his phone. He stared out of the window again, lost in thought, wondering if he could ever change.

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[misswoozi]

NOW,,, MISS JIWOO,,,

#JIWOO SMUT #😳🥲 #Kard smut

[dancetheficaway]

Kinktober prompt 2: Ropes

KARD, Jiwoo/Somin

Click here if you want to read it on AO3!

Scarlet Knots

If you asked her, Somin would definitely say that she looked good in most colours. Case in point : when she arrived at her girlfriend’s place today, Jiwoo’s attention was enraptured by her newly dark hair, complimenting how the tone made her beautiful eyes stand out.

However, Somin knew that Jiwoo had a preference for red; especially, the deep red of the ropes Jiwoo was now holding in her hands as Somin laid on the younger woman’s bed.

Indeed, Jiwoo always praised the way the shade contrasted with Somin’s soft skin. Somin looked attentively as Jiwoo’s deft fingers gently laced the rope around her wrists, binding them together with practised ease.

When Jiwoo pulled away to look at the knot, Somin felt heat bloom in her lower stomach at the way her girlfriend’s forehead was wrinkled in concentration. Her sweet, perfectionist Jiwoo.

-Can you try to pull on the knot for me, please ?

Somin did as asked, and when Jiwoo adjusted the rope, tightening it just a little more, a moan escaped her parted lips. The smirk that appeared on Jiwoo’s face in response made Somin want to roll her eyes, but she ended up smiling at her partner sheepishly.

-Are you comfortable ? Is it too tight ?

-It’s just fine, baby.

-What about your safe word, Somin ?

-It’s joker.

-Good girl.

A shiver went up Somin’s spine at the pet name, and she watched as Jiwoo quickly left the bed to rummage through their toy box. Another rope – of the same colour, of course – was retrieved, and the younger woman joined her lover once more. While Jiwoo was busy parting Somin’s legs and securing them to each cuff that was wrapped around their bed posts, Somin looked at her girlfriend.

Her bright coloured hair falling in front of her face, the glasses that adorned her cute nose, and her lips that Somin could never get enough of…

-Can you tug again, sweetheart ? How’s this ?

Jiwoo’s voice took Somin out of her reverie, and once all ropes were thoroughly checked, the younger woman leaned down to press her lips against Somin’s.

The kiss quickly grew heated, especially when Somin felt the filmsy material of Jiwoo’s blouse against her skin. When the couple pulled apart, Jiwoo’s eyes had darkened, and Somin was sure that hers looked no different. Something about laying there, completely bare and tied to the bed, while Jiwoo still had her clothes on, a hungry look in her gaze, made Somin’s arousal grow.

-Jiwoo, please…

-Please what ?

Somin groaned at her girlfriend’s teasing, but complied nonetheless.

-Please touch me, baby.

Jiwoo gave Somin a sweet smile, before her lips trailed down from her mouth to her neck, down to her chest, her breasts. Jiwoo had always been an attentive lover, so it didn’t take her a long time to memorize what spots made Somin tick.

When Jiwoo gently bit on one of her nipples, Somin’s hands automatically tugged at her restraints in surprise. The confident, assured behaviour Jiwoo displayed made Somin’s core throb; prompting her to let out an appreciative moan.

-A little worked up already, I see.

-Well, you did take your sweet time tying me up, so…

Jiwoo’s eyes locked onto Somin’s own as the younger woman’s hand finally cupped her, finding her wet and wanting.

-And now, I’m gonna take my sweet time getting you off, baby.

Laying there, unable to grab Jiwoo’s forearm as curious fingers found her clit, Somin took a deep breath and just let herself enjoy the sensations.

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[mischiefsmind]

So, I have been getting into Kard a lot so would anyone want any fics about Kard at all.

#Kard #bm kard #jeon jiwoo #jiwoo Kard #j.seph #somin #BM #J.seph kard #Somin Kard #Smut

[daebakinc]

Succubus Pt 2 (M)

Pairing: Jiwoo x Reader (S) Prompt: Succubus/Incubus/Demon Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Smut, angst

~Admin V

Part 1

    It’d been two years since you summoned Jiwoo and you couldn’t remember how life was before her. Of course, your time together was deeply sexual, but it had become more than that.

            After only a few days of your arrangement, Jiwoo decided that she didn’t want you to work, where someone else used her body for a minimal amount of money. She took care of your financial obligations which allowed you to pursue interests you actually cared about, such as writing, art, dance, and cooking. This also allowed her to make you cum anytime she wanted, but you suspected it wasn’t the only reason she did this.

            Other than sex, your relationship with one another grew in other ways. You often asked her questions about herself, her hobbies, if she had a life outside of being a succubus. She also asked you questions about favorite foods and activities you enjoyed which is how she learned of your love for the seaside. This prompted her to further spoil you and buy you a little beach cottage to live in.

              At first, she was reluctant, but after some puppy-dog-eyes and other ways of persuasion, you were able to convince her to go out with you, as if it were a date. This led to other dates and outings together. She even agreed to meet your friends. There was excitement in seeing both her approval and opinions of them, as they showed the same for her. She was much more hesitant about you meeting her friends, being a demon and all. She finally gave in and allowed you to meet another succubus, Somin, but made it clear she wanted you to never meet J.seph or Matthew, who were true Hell demons.

            When you got sick, she took care of you. She prepared hot soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. She tucked you into a blanket cocoon. She insisted on eating you out because she claimed the rush of endorphins would help you feel better. Then she’d tell you stories until you fell asleep wrapped in her arms.

            She stayed with you even when you weren’t fucking each other. She’d watch you read books and paint. She also danced with you and encouraged you when you exercised. The two of you could sit in comfortable silence, not interacting at all, but existing together in the same space.

            It wasn’t just sex between you, or a contract of requirement. It was love. Jiwoo had never said it, and you yourself were a bit afraid to admit it, but in your heart, you knew it was.

            That’s why you decided to plan this special anniversary dinner for her. You had a surprise for her. You couldn’t be sure how she’d react, but knowing there was love, you expected a good outcome.

            The table on the balcony was all set up in fancy dishware and folded cloth napkins. You made her orange chicken and were sure there were absolutely no carrots in the rice and mixed veggies. In the house you had a myriad of lit tea candles. You even made your bed up in the soft pink sheets she’d gotten you for your birthday.

            You were pulling the crab Rangoon out of the oven when you heard the winds of her appearing behind you. Her arms snaked around your waste and her lips were at your left ear. “What’s all this, pet? Special occasion?”

            After setting the hot tray down on the counter, you turned to face her, unable to hide your smile. “A special occasion, yes.” You gave her a chaste kiss.

            Your smile grew as you watched her pretend to not know what today was. “Hmmm, I know it’s not your birthday, as we only recently celebrated that.”

            “You know what today is, queen.”

            She gasped with desire when you called her by the name. She pulled your hips flush against hers, her lips but centimeters from yours. “I’d never forget the day we met.” And with that you were kissing again. It was much more passionate as she sucked your lower lip into her mouth, licking then nibbling it. When you moaned she slid her tongue in against yours. Your head spun, never getting used to her sweet cinnamon taste.

            You pushed her back, breathless for air. “Don’t you want to eat dinner first?”

            She gave you a knowing look. “We both know life is uncertain so we should always have desert first.” Jiwoo softly chucked at your little pout.

            “But all the food will get cold.”

            Grinning against your lips, she spoke into you. “I don’t care.” And with that her tongue was back in your mouth, sliding like satin with yours. The kiss deepened as you were being led into the bedroom. Jiwoo’s mouth moved to your neck causing you to cry out in pleasure as she began undressing you. Likewise, you sloppily pulled at her clothes until they were off her.

            Pulling back, her hands lingered on your hips before she turned to crawl on the bed. After propping up the pillows she wanted and making herself comfortable, she stared at you, making you shake with need. You whimpered, still stunned at her beauty.

            She smirked. “Come sit on my face, babygirl.”

             Carefully, you crawled on the bed and placed a knee on either side of her face. Your ass slightly rested on her collarbone, but you kept most of the weight on your knees. You leaned forward to grab hold of the headboard. “I’m ready, mistress.”

             Your moan was instant when her tongue poked at your clit. She lapped at it making your eyes roll back. Jiwoo held onto your thighs, keeping her pace while licking you. Jolts of pleasure streamed from your clitoris, moving down your legs to your toes and up your body, radiating in your chest with each press of her tongue against you. As you started panting, she squeezed your thighs and switched from licking to sucking. The white heat of the orgasm was building, making you grip the bed frame harder. Your body started shaking and you screamed out her name. She sucked harder until you climaxed. Your moan echoed in the room, if not the whole cottage.

You could feel the cum dripping down, and as she savored it, she pushed a finger inside you, moving it around in a circle feeling all your edges. Her focus of licking was in the areas around your clit. Another finger pushed into you, moving in the same circular motion of her licking. She kept the pace slow and even, causing shivers to rip through your body. Cries of pleasure mixed with her name as she brought you to the edge once again.

            After you came once more, Jiwoo tapped your thighs, signaling for you to lift up. You maintained your grip on the headboard as she slid out from under you. Too focused on regaining your breath and your heart making your chest vibrate, you didn’t see it, but you heard her materialize her silk pouch of toys. It took her only seconds to fit the strap-on in place then she knelt behind you. “Ready, pet?”

             Nodding vigorously, it would only be audible to her as you whispered, “Yes, please Jiwoo.”

             She placed the tip at your entrance then held onto your hips, pushing all the way in. Desire flooded from your lips. As usual, she pulled out slowly, leaving only the tip in then thrusted hard and fast back in. The angle made the head of the dildo hit your g-spot.

             “Tell me, babygirl.”

             “Fuck, it’s so good, Jiwoo. You’re so good.”

             Pulling almost all the way out ever so slowly then pumping back in hard made you cry out with each thrust. You continued to hold onto the headboard, leaning into it with each pump. She’d made you so wet from her previous ministrations, in glided in effortlessly, hitting your walls and pleasure-points so deliciously.

             “Yes, yes mistress,” you moaned as she rubbed against the g-spot.

             She moved one hand to your breast, tweaking the nipple, her other found its way to your clit to rub up and down as she pushed into you, and her teeth found the crook of your neck, nibbling and leaving small love bites. Thrusting, tweaking, rubbing, biting, she had you close again. You leaned your head back on Jiwoo’s shoulder. You turned to kiss her, only adding to the buildup of endorphins. Your hands left the bed frame, one resting on top of Jiwoo’s holding your breast, the other over her hand rubbing your bud. She pressed her body against yours, holding you against her as she pumped hard into you.

Before you knew it, you’d reached your third orgasm of the night, and you knew Jiwoo was anything but finished. As she slowly pulled out all the way this time, you whined at the sudden emptiness.

             She turned you, then pulled you into a messy kiss. Your hands grabbed at her shoulder blades as hers wove into your hair. The warmth of her breath, silky press of her tongue against yours made you lightheaded. Your breasts pushed against hers, causing you to groan when you felt her pert nipples. Her hand wandered to your front again. After a few swirls on your clit, she continued moving her fingers until she pushed two fingers in you. It was such a different feel from the dildo, but it was her, and she still made you quake and squeal with longing.

             Letting you catch your breath as an especially loud moan left you, she began leaving small kisses on your collarbone. “What do you want pet? Tell me how to make you feel good.” You moaned as her thumb rubbed against your clit while she continued fingering you.

             “I,” more pleasure sounded, “I wanna ride you.”

             A mischievous chuckle came from Jiwoo. You were close to exploding further, but she stopped right before you were at the precipice. Her smile grew when you whimpered. “I want you to be this close, this sensitive as you ride me, babygirl.”

             She again made herself comfortable as she lay on her back in the bed. You reached for her hands while she helped you to be in a straddling position. The strap-on was still covered in your earlier ejaculate, making you excited and shake in anticipation. Jiwoo squeezed your hands and you both stared into each other’s eyes as you slid down on her.

            Your mouth opened at the stretch. You’d never get enough of her.

             “You’re so sexy, pet.” Her lips parted after hearing a particularly loud cry from you. “You’re not even moving yet and you’re ready to burst.”

             It was true. You hadn’t moved since sinking down on the dildo, but you were ready to climax again.

             “Not yet, baby.” Her words made you whimper with need. She slid her hands to your waist, the sensation giving you goosebumps. “Ride me.”

             Biting your lip to give you some control, you began gyrating, rolling your hips in an even rhythm, holding your breasts since Jiwoo’s hands were holding you.

             The position also helped to stimulate your sensitive little bud. She squeezed your waist causing you to also squeeze your chest. Little tingles spread from from your nipples as your palms brushed against them. You kept your movement slow, enjoying the ride. The waves flowed from your clitoris spreading out through your body, making you squeeze your breasts harder. The strap-on slide in and out only slightly, but you tightened around it, feeling every curve inside you. “I’m so close, mistress. So close.” Another moan rippled from your lips.

             “Describe what you’re feeling, baby girl.”

             You rolled your hips into her, taking the toy to the hilt. “It’s so thick and filling me. Sensation growing from my clit being rubbed.” You couldn’t help but moan, as you were almost at your peak. You’d planned to tell Jiwoo more of how she was making you feel, but you were at a loss for words. Your head fell back, your hips moving back then gyrating into her again. You reached for her hands and pushed them down to your hips. “Please. Please.”

             She smirked as she pulled your hips. She moved so suddenly, so harsh that you screamed as your orgasm rocked through your body. When you calmed down, she helped you to climb off her. She kissed your nose and retreated to the bathroom. When she returned, the strap-on was off and she had a warm wash cloth to clean you up. She giggled each time your body jerked when she cleaned an overstimulated spot. After, she lay next to you, petting your hair off your forehead.

             Jiwoo chuckled looking at you. “Why are you pouting again, babygirl?”

             “I’m so sleepy. We didn’t even get to eat. I have a surprise for you, too.”

             “It will all be there when you wake up.”

             You yawned. “Could you at least put the food away?”

             She smiled wide then softly kissed your lips. “Yes, pet.”

             Your eyelids grew heavy, but you held her hand. “Jiwoo, I love you.” And you were out.

              As always after sex with Jiwoo, when you woke up you were a little disoriented. She was no longer in bed with you. Usually she put pajamas on you, but you were still naked. Knowing you needed to hydrate, you made your way to the kitchen. Another frown soon covered your face. All of the food you’d prepared was still out, now spoiled. Jiwoo said she’d put it away, but she hadn’t.

             Now you were a bit miffed. So much time and preparation went into making the night special, and it was all wasted. “What the hell.”

             “What the hell, indeed.”

             You startled, your eyes trying to find her in the shadows. There was some kind of tension, you could definitely sense it in the air, but you wanted an explanation for why she didn’t do as she promised. “You said you’d put everything away. Now we have to throw it out. I made all your favorites . . .”

             “This is over.”

             “Well yeah. I slept through our anniversary.”

             Her face was stern and she shook her head. “Do you remember what you said to me last night?”

             A blush crept to your cheeks. “I told you I love you.” You looked down, feeling even more bare both physically and emotionally. “I planned for it to be more of a surprise, I even prepared a . . .”

             “No.”

             You looked up. Jiwoo didn’t look happy or elated in anyway. You just confessed your feelings for her and she looked mad; angrier than you’d ever seen her.

             “Jiwoo, what’s wrong?”

             “You.”

             Your stomach dropped. You wrapped your arms around your chest. “What?”

             She stepped closer, her voice rising in volume. “You. You ruined everything.”

             All you could do was gape. Confusion didn’t even begin to cover how you felt.

             “Take it back.”

             Still unsure you shook your head. “Take what back?”

             “Your love!” She yelled.

            You flinched at the harshness of her sound. It felt like your heart was being ripped from your body. “What?”

            She was almost chest to chest with you now. “Your love; I don’t want it. Take it back.” Her voice was quieter now, but the bite of her words lingered.

            “I can’t,” you whispered. “I won’t. I love you, Jiwoo.”

            She hissed in response and her eyes flared red, making you shiver and back away from her. “Did you forget what I am, pet?” You took in her outfit, dark and edgy like the first time you met her. “I am a demon. I don’t love. Not you, not anything.”

            Tears welled in your eyes. “You can’t mean that. I’ve seen it.”

            Jiwoo angrily thrusted her hand towards the counters and winds flew in the same direction, blowing all of the food and dishes into the wall, breaking from impact. “You don’t get to tell me what I mean or feel.”

            You whimpered her name, but it seemed to only make her fury rise. She shook her head. “This is over. It’s done. Our contract is null and void.”

            Realizing what was happening, what she was trying to do, brought your anger out and gave you voice. “No, it’s not. We have a deal. A blood agreement. You can’t just end it all because you don’t love. You’re just scared.”

            She used her magicks to smash more things in the room. “I am the demon. I am the one with power. I am the one who calls the shots. You have nothing. You are nothing.”

            Each word stung worse than the last, but you knew if you didn’t stand your ground you’d lose her, lose your life, your love. “If I’m nothing you’d have thrown me out long ago. You wouldn’t have made our deal in the first place. You’d have just collected my soul for the real crossroads demon and let me rot in Hell. Where are we, Jiwoo? Why are we standing in a beach cottage and not the crappy apartment I lived in when we made our deal?” 

            Winds started swirling around Jiwoo making her hair dance. This sent more shivers down your spine, having never seen her this enraged, but you knew she wouldn’t hurt you, knew she couldn’t. “You love me just as I love you. You’re just a coward to admit it.”

            Her winds shattered every window in the cottage. She rushed forward and grabbed your throat. “You dare to call me a coward?” Her eyes glowed red.

            “A coward is all I see right now.”

            Her hand tightened on your throat, making you gasp. Realizing her actions, she threw you to the floor and began pacing. You were still coughing when she knelt down and grabbed your throat again, softer this time. She looked into your eyes. “You will forget me. Forget this. Our arrangement never happened.”

            You used all the force you possibly could and pushed her off you. She didn’t move far, but she was clearly shocked which gave you enough time to scramble away from her. “I am not a toy, Jiwoo. You don’t get to manipulate me because you’re upset with me. Our blood runs together, in my veins and yours. You can’t just make me forget you. I won’t. I will never forget you. Our contract is still intact.”

            “No it’s not. You’ve served your purpose. I got your body, and I’m done with it now. I no longer want it or you. You will never see me again.”

            You reached for her and called her name, but it was too late. Jiwoo was gone. You called for her, looked around the cottage, but she wasn’t there. Hot tears streamed down your face as you fell to your knees. There were too many emotions to feel. Heartbreak, anger, fear. Curling into yourself, you lay on the floor and sobbed until your tear ducts ran dry and exhaustion took over.

__

            It was a different kind of nervous coming back to the crossroads. Before it was fear of what the demon would look like or how it would feel to sell your soul. Now it was fear of being denied your wish and never seeing Jiwoo again.

             Only days passed since Jiwoo left you, but they were the worst of your existence. She had made you forget things when you made the deal with her, but when she told you that you weren’t anything to her, that she didn’t want you, the memories came back. Your step father also never wanted you. Told you how worthless you were. Tried to convince your mother that she didn’t need you. Made her believe he was all that mattered, and once you were of age, you shouldn’t live in her house, because she was done raising you and was no longer required to be your mother.

             The empty, worthless, undesirable feeling was what you felt once again as Jiwoo took off. This was the second time someone meant to love you rejected you. It was different this time, and somehow so much worse than the first.

             You’d spent days lying on the floor in the spot you watched her vanish from. It wasn’t until a cockroach crawled past your face that you were even able to move. Food held little appeal. You couldn’t even look at the bed. The only reason you showered was because you smelled of bleach and vinegar after cleaning up the mess of glass, food, and insects from the ruined anniversary dinner. She told you that you were nothing to her, but the truth was, without her, your life was nothing.

             That’s when you decided to go back to the crossroads. Jiwoo said she no longer possessed your body. She didn’t want your soul. That meant both were yours to do as you please.

             You used a similar Altoid’s box, filled with the hexbag and your picture and buried it in the same area as 2 years ago. It was strange that the anticipation in waiting for the demon felt exactly the same as before. You didn’t know what to expect. Jiwoo made it clear she never even wanted you to meet him. A true Hell demon is how she’d described him. Would he not look human like her?

             “Mmm,” sounded behind you. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

             Turning to the voice, you saw a man, who other than being incredibly handsome, looked ordinary enough.

             He flashed his eyes, which glowed red just as Jiwoo’s had. “You called?”

             “J.seph?”

             His brows raised in disbelief and mouth fell a bit slack. “You know me?” He recovered and now looked both pleased and amused. “Well, this is a surprise. What can I do for you, doll?”

             The anxiety seemed higher this go-around, and you couldn’t stop from shaking, but you willed yourself to speak. “I want to make a deal.”

             He smirked and started circling around you, quite similarly to Jiwoo. “Let’s see how I can help with that.” As he got closer, he stopped in his tracks. He visibly took two deep sniffs and the smirk left his face. “Your hers.”

             Panic hit you and you started shaking your head. “I’m not. Not anymore. She ended our agreement. I’m no one’s now.”

             His eyebrow raised and smirk was back. “I wouldn’t be so sure, doll. It’s no cakewalk to break a blood contract.” Unashamed, he blatantly looked you up and down. “I see why she wanted you.”

             The fear was growing. You desperately wanted him to help you, but what if demons actually had loyalty and he wouldn’t because of Jiwoo. “Her contract with me is for my body. I want to make a deal using my soul.”

             Both his brows raised this time. “Is that so? I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued.”

             Suddenly the air around you grew frigid. It was night, but somehow it seemed darker. Any sounds of crickets and cicadas stopped. Your body shook harder.

             “What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing?” Her voice echoed.

             You should have felt terror from her rage, but you turned around eager, excited. She came, and you hadn’t even made your deal yet. She also seemed incredibly upset about you summoning J.seph. If she was here to yell, maybe punish you, it meant she still cared.  

             When neither you or J.seph answered, she stepped closer, bellowing louder. “I asked what the fuck you think you’re doing?”

            J.seph seemed perfectly at ease. “We’re having a conversation.”

            She glared at him then snapped her attention to you. “I told you never to meet him.”

            “You also told me I’m nothing to you, so why would you care?” Inside you were so proud of yourself being able to clapback like that, but your body still quivered.

            Her eyes flared red. She turned her attention back to J.seph. “She’s already mine. You can’t make a deal, so you can leave now.”

            “Actually,” he grinned wide. “Her soul as it seems is perfectly up for grabs. So, it appears a deal can be made after all.”

            Jiwoo’s aura changed and it looked like Hellfire literally glowed around her. “This is your last warning, Seph. Get out now, or I’ll make Matthew’s job look like child’s play.”

            He chuckled, looking completely unphased. “Fine fine. I’m being summoned elsewhere any way.” He looked past her to you. “You know how to reach me when you’re ready for that deal.”

            Jiwoo screamed and actual fire emerged from her mouth. J.seph disappeared, which left you and you alone with her fury. She turned to you. “What’s fucking going on in your mind? How stupid are you?”

            Channeling the anger of your heart break, you clenched your fists. “Who are you to decide what I do with my life? It’s my soul. I can do what I want with it.”

             “You can’t even begin to understand what he’d do to your soul. Idiot. He’s a Hell demon. He’s not going to promise you kittens and rainbows in exchange for your soul.”

             “Why do you even care, Jiwoo?” Your voice hitched as your anger and hurt rose. “He was who I was meant to meet the first time I came to the crossroads. He would have had it in exchange for killing him. Or did you forget I’m not the soft innocent girl you’re making me out to be?”

             Jiwoo spat curses as she looked away from you. “I can’t believe how fucking moronic you truly are.”

             Hot tears poured down your cheeks. “Better an idiot in love than a pussy who can’t admit their feelings.”

             She instantly looked up. Her expression was a mixture of disbelief and outrage. Her voice was low as she spoke this time. “You’re calling me a pussy now?”

             Sniffling, you stood straight as you looked into her eyes. “Pussy, coward, scaredy-cat, wuss. Are you going to tell me you aren’t those things?”

             Her fiery aura glowed once more. She snarled at you then turned to walk away from you.

             “Because running away isn’t a pussy-move at all.”

             Before you could blink her face was before yours, her teeth bared. Her hand reached to wrap around your throat as it did days ago, but she didn’t touch you.

             More tears streaked your face. “You’re a liar too, Jiwoo,” you squeaked, no longer able to keep up the bravado.

             She still held anger in her brows, but her expression softened slightly. “And how’s that now?”

             You hiccupped, fully crying now. “You promised you’d never hurt me. Never make me feel pain.”

             She looked away. “This pain is your own doing.”

             A sarcastic laugh came from your mouth. “Of course, because loving you was actually just my desire to suffer.” Your anger was back as you looked at her this time. “But you won’t let me sell my soul because it’d suffer?”

             Her lip twitched before she pushed you to the ground. You’d hit a nerve and she was trying to regain control of the situation. That wouldn’t happen if you had any say. “I remember my step father destroying my family. I remember you tossing his severed head on my kitchen table. Is that also suffering I brought upon myself?”

             It was only for a second, but you saw regret cross Jiwoo’s face. You stood up to face her again. “This is bullshit, Jiwoo. It’s bullshit and you know it.” Your voice was faint as you whispered, “Why can’t you love me?”

             She began pacing. “It’s complicated.” That certainly was not the response she gave you days ago.

             “Who are you?”

             Jiwoo froze and met your gaze. “You know who I am.”

             “No. The Jiwoo I know never avoided questions. She was forthcoming about everything. She admitted her faults. She apologized. Most of all, she never hurt me or tried to.”

             For the first time, her marianismo was gone and she appeared conflicted, pained even. She ground her teeth. “I can’t. You don’t understand.”

             “Then explain it to me. The Jiwoo I used to know would have.”

             She did nothing now.

             Sighing, you wiped your eyes though liquid still fell from them. You were never going to win. Not when Jiwoo wouldn’t even give you answers as to why you could no longer be together. Knowing that was just as painful as when she threw you away. Nothing you could do would change her mind. Though it broke your heart further, you stretched your hand toward her. “Take your blood back.”

             Her mouth dropped in shock. “What?”

             “Take your blood back. Undo our contract.”

             She didn’t respond. Couldn’t.

             “You don’t love me. You won’t let me sell my soul. If I can’t have you, I want nothing from you, including our contract. You told J.seph I was still yours. Undo it.”

             A new emotion swept across Jiwoo’s face. Fear. You’d never seen it on her before. She whispered your name.

             You thrusted your hand at her again and yelled, “Take it back!”

             The two of you stared at each other for a long time. The crying had calmed your emotions. You still cried and were sad, but mostly felt numb now. You dropped your hand back to your side. “You can’t have it both ways, Jiwoo. Either you want me or you don’t. If I’m nothing to you, then end the contract.”

             Her brows were scrunched, conflict taking over her emotions again. “You don’t want this.”

             “You’re right, I don’t. But if you don’t want me, it’s not fair to keep me connected to you.” There was a little bit of hope, that because she seemed reluctant to actually breaking the contract instead of just saying it was null, that perhaps she would crumble and keep you.

             She was stalling now, ringing her hands. “It hurts. Physically. Removing my blood from yours.”

             “Nothing hurts more than not being chosen.” Of that you were an expert of.

             She tried to hide her emotions, but you saw her wince. Staying expressionless, she held her hand up. You watched as her nails turned to sharp claws. She used one to cut the palm of her hand open. Grabbing your hand, she did the same to you. Her magicks came to life around you, and as it pulled her blood from your veins , you fell to your knees. She wasn’t joking about the pain. She watched stoically, not flinching in the slightest while you shrieked out in agony. Then it all stopped.

             “It’s done.”

             When you looked up, she was gone. Jiwoo disappeared again, and you knew it was the last time you’d see your succubus.

#31 days of halloween #jiwoo #kard #kard jiwoo #jiwoo scenarios #kard scenarios #jiwoo fics #kard fics #kpop scenarios #kpop fics #kpop smut #smut

[ithinkilikeit-reactions]

KARD soft/hard hours open! In honor of the comeback! Send me your KARD thoughts and we’ll discuss

#kard hours #kard reaction #kard smut #somin #jiwoo #j.seph #bm

[hollywrite]

˚୨୧ MASTERLIST ୨୧˚

guide:

smut (s); suggestive (sg); angst (a); fluff (f); horror (h); supernatural (sp).

requested (r); author's pick (a.p)

requests open!

red velvet:

irene

seulgi

wendy

joy

yeri

ot5

nothing yet!

twice:

nayeon

jeongyeon

momo

sana

jihyo

mina

dahyun

chaeyoung

tzuyu

ot9

nothing yet!

blackpink:

jisoo

jennie

rosé

lisa

ot4

nothing yet!

dreamcatcher:

jiu

sua

siyeon

handong

yoohyeon

dami

gahyeon

ot7

nothing yet!

loona (only for them):

vivi

yves

jinsoul

kim lip

heejin

hyeju

nothing yet!

gidle (ot6):

miyeon

minnie

soojin

soyeon

yuqi

shuhua

ot6

nothing yet!

itzy:

yeji

lia

ryujin

chaeryeong

yuna

ot5

nothing yet!

aespa:

karina

giselle

winter

ningning

ot4

nothing yet!

le sserafim:

sakura

chaewon

yunjin

kazuha

eunchae (only fluff!)

ot5

nothing yet!

kiss of life:

julie

natty

belle

haneul (only fluff!)

ot4

nothing yet!

others:

somi

cl

taeyeon

iu

wonyoung (ive) - I don't stan them but really love wony

miya (everglow)

hani (exid)

somin (kard)

jiwoo (kard)

a/n: I may add more soloists or some other idols. you can also request for someone out of the list but is not sure ill do it.

- holly.🍒

#kpop imagines #kpop smut #red velvet smut #twice smut #blackpink smut #dreamcatcher smut #gidle smut #itzy smut #aespa smut #le sserafim smut #kiss of life smut #red velvet x reader #twice x reader #blackpink x reader #dreamcatcher x reader #gidle x reader #itzy x reader #aespa x reader #le sserafim x reader #kiss of life x reader #red velvet #twice #blackpink #dreamcatcher #gidle #itzy #aespa #le sserafim #kiss of life

[itzyyyyyydaaaaaa]

MAST3R-LIST & INTRO!!

Hiii My Name is Ariana but Ari for short!!

not really new had two other accounts on here until i lost them but @itzyyyffffsss and @itzyffssss were my original account. If you want to give me ideas or just say hi go ahead I’m always open for anything!! i will also post “song of the week” this month, April and Maybe May so be looking forward to that!! i hope you all have fun with my writes and im always open to hearing suggestions, or just talking with you all!! Have a lovely Morning/Afternoon/Evening!!!

also! if you wish to have a anon emoji feel free to add whatever you are writing to me or even just talking to me feel free to do so and click anon and click the emoji you want (ex. -🥺)

Request system- OPEN

!!ANON EMOJIS TAKEN!!

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Jenna Ortega-

Wednesday-

Tara Carpenter-

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Who i write for/who i will write for/ who i can write for

KPOP GROUPS (GIRL GROUPS ONLY!)

•ITZY

•G-IDLE

•LE SSERAFIM

•KARD (Jiwoo and Somin)

•BLACKPINK

•TWICE

(will add later down the line)

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KPOP SOLOIST (GIRLS ONLY!)

•Soojin

•Soyeon

•Jennie

•BiBi

(will add later down the line)

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(will do a male idol if really wanted!)

who i will accept for male groups if wanted!

•BTS

•ENHYPEN

•Stray Kids

•KARD (BM and J.Seph)

•TXT

(will add later down the line)

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Male Soloists

•BamBam

•Agust D

•Jackson Wang

(will add later down the line)

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what i write

•smut

•fluff

(not really angst but sure) • angst?

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WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

G!P (for now no G!P only cus i’m not ready for that but later i’ll add it!!)

bdsm

#gidle miyeon #gidle minnie #gidle soyeon #gidle yuqi #gidle shuhua #gidle x fem reader #gidle smut #gidle #cho miyeon #nicha yontararak #jeon soyeon #song yuqi #yeh shuhua #itzy yeji #itzy lia #itzy ryujin #itzy chaeryeong #itzy yuna #itzy x reader #itzy x fem reader #itzy smut #hwang yeji #choi jisu #shin ryujin #lee chaeryeong #shin yuna #itzy #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #wednesday x reader

[abby-grace]

Groups I Stan and My Biases

(I will write for any of these you wish! Feel free to ask anything! However, I will not write smut for any underage members in a group. Fluff and angst are acceptable.)

Masterlist

What I Won’t Write

•Ult Girl Group : Purple Kiss (Ireh)

•Ult Boy Group : Ateez (Jongho)

•Ult Female Soloist : JINI, Younha

•Ult Male Soloist : Eric Nam, Kim Woojin

.•EVERGLOW (Onda & Sihyeon)

•Red Velvet (Yeri)

•LUCY (Gwangil)

•Stray Kids (Changbin and I.N)

•Dreamcatcher (Handong)

•Dreamnote (Miso)

•Mamamoo (Wheein)

•H1-Key (Seoi)

•TXT (OT5)

•Enhypen (OT7)

•KARD (Jiwoo)

•TWICE (Dahyun and Mina)

•ROCKET PUNCH (OT6)

•(G) I-DLE (Miyeon)

•Aespa (Giselle)

•Crossing Rain (Devin)

•BTS (RM)

•ITZY (Yuna)

•NMIXX (Jiwoo)

•IVE (Yujin)

•Rolling Quartz (OT5)

•Le Sserafim (Sakura)

•VCHA (Kaylee)

•Primrose (Hayun)

•CRAXY (Hyejin)

•BLACKSWAN (Gabi)

•IZ*ONE [DISBANDED] (Hitomi)

•GFRIEND [DISBANDED] (Sowon)

•CLC [DISBANDED] (OT7)

•Jessi

•Sunmi

•Chung Ha

•AleXa

•HyunA

•Kwon Eunbi

•Lee Chaeyeon

•IU

•Park Jihoon

•B.I.

•Soojin

Do not be scared to talk to me! I will gladly be friends! I’ll make an anon list too for those who would like it!

#masterlist #kpop

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 4 - overstimulation

kard 1.3k words female reader insert Reader x Jeon Jiwoo NSFW

🖤 warnings: penetrative sex, use of sex toys, multiple orgasms, loose d/s dynamics 🖤

🎂 happy jiwoo day~

kinktober masterlist

connect with me! / masterlist

She always takes your breath away, but this is ridiculous.

Jiwoo is stunning, there's no way around that. Soft features, bold hair always in some kind of multi-toned shaggy cut, and the most intense eyes you've ever seen on a human rather than a cat. You love walking around with her just because of the way people stare. That girl, who was wearing Y2K pieces before it was cool and always looks vaguely like she just walked out of a gothic harajuku meetup? Yep, her, that one's yours.

All that same head-turning intensity comes right into the bedroom with her. It's dangerous, honestly.

Like now, when she's got you balanced on her lap, after what seems like hours, grinning up at you so casually.

Her makeup is still perfect regardless of how long you've been at it, the thick black shadows of her eyeliner exaggerating her feline gaze as she watches you struggle. Her black and white hair falls away from her face, laying like she is, on her back with her arms folded behind her head like she's got all the time in the world.

You force your way through the fog clouding your focus just to look at her.

"Something wrong?" she asks.

There's the slightest hint of a laugh in her deep voice, and it makes you pout.

"I don't - don't laugh at me," you huff.

"Sorry," she says, completely unapologetic. "You're just slacking."

You can't help but whine, "It's so-"

"What was your record without my help? Three?" she muses.

"Three."

"Only three." She shrugs against the pillows. "I thought we were going for four, at least."

Really, it's only been two times. Which is disappointing. Definitely not your best work. But you're already exhausted.

It feels like you've been here, sitting on Jiwoo's lap, with her favorite strap-on buried inside you, for basically forever. The game is simple: she's going to lay there and be stunning, and you're going to get yourself off on her. As many times as she wants. Or at least as many times as you can, which isn't very many. But you're working on it.

She's torturous about it. Tonight, she's still fully dressed, comfortable flannel on and unbuttoned with nothing beneath, the harness and strap secured on top of the leggings she'd worn out that day. It makes you feel ten times as desperate, being the only one naked, the only one working, the only mess in the room. You know that's exactly why she does it.

"No, it's only been two," she corrects, smile deepening in the worst way.

"I'm trying," you insist.

"Not very hard."

You've only been able to muster two orgasms using only the strap, doing all the work yourself. Which isn't nearly good enough. You want her to be proud of you, dammit - if you can manage what she wants, your reward is always ten times as satisfying-

Her eyes flick over you, serious and appraising. "Do you want to stop and do something else?"

"No!"

"Because if you get too worked up, baby girl, you won't be able to-"

"I can do it," you say.

But you can feel yourself losing steam even as you speak. And you know Jiwoo notices, too, because she moves for the first time, unfolding her hands and settling them on your quivering thighs. Her touch burns more than the admittedly desperate exercise you've been putting yourself through.

She's right; if you get too into the task, too into your own head, you won't be able to do anything.

"You need help," she says.

It's diminutive and it's affectionate, and it's also true.

"Move it," Jiwoo instructs, squeezing your leg, nails digging into the skin for a second, before she pushes you sideways.

You climb off, shaky, and all but collapse over to one side, making sure to sprawl out and be extra dramatic about it. If she's gonna insist that you need her help, you're gonna sell it.

"I told you I could do it," you mumble.

"You lied," she replies. "Come here."

"Can you get undressed first?"

Jiwoo scoffs. "Do you want to waste more time?"

You take a second to get into place where she's indicating, on your back where she had been, a welcome reprieve for your strung-out body, before you can answer. "I wanna see you."

"Later," she says, already distracted.

The box that holds your few toys is still on the floor by the bed, where Jiwoo had left it after digging out her strap, and you assume that's where she goes when she ducks off the bed for a moment. And you're validated in that when she reappears with a cursed object in hand.

"Not that!"

"You love it," she hushes.

The little silver bullet vibrator is an evil, evil tool, because Jiwoo is the kind of person who hears and then ignores your complaints in the best way, and it is almost always used to inflict the most delicious evil things. Like this.

"Four," she reminds you, "You're halfway there."

"I can't do four," you complain.

"Yeah, I think you can."

She's got a slight build, but you'd never notice, because Jiwoo's presence looms so large, as she takes her spot between your legs. She sits back on her heels, hoisting you upwards slightly so that she can see what she's doing with embarrassing clarity. No use trying to hide anything from her.

You're still pouting up at her as she flicks the vibe on.

"You'll safeword if you actually can't do more, won't you?" she asks.

"Duh."

Your quick confirmation is all she needs to get started, moving fluidly to ease her strap-on back inside you, and to dip the bullet vibe back down to meet your clit none too gently.

You gasp at the overwhelming sensations of both at once, the firm slick slide of the cock spreading you back open for her, and the intensity of the little vibrator given to you all at once, but of course, that's the point. Jiwoo wants you worked up to your limit, and if she's in control, that's going to happen much, much faster.

"I can't!" you whine.

But that's not your safeword, not even close, so Jiwoo just grins. "I keep telling you, yes, you can."

The sensitivity of the two orgasms you've already wrung out of yourself has you tingling with the beginning of a third after just a moment or two, shivers wracking your body as you move instinctually away from the feeling of it. You grab for her wrist, the unfamiliar fabric of her flannel shirt under your clammy fingers just another kind of stimulation to consider. You don't pull her off, though, simply holding her arm where she's got it holding your thigh up.

Despite all of your earlier complaining, you find yourself telling her, "Close-"

Her face is vindicated and proud, focused. It just confirms what she already knew: that you're going to be good and cum for her again, no matter what.

And you do, with a strangled half-yell that's kind of like her name. The unrelenting buzz of the vibrator against your clit lingers at that line of pain and pleasure, almost more than you can handle but also just enough to ride out this orgasm after so much stimulation.

When you've come down again, she hasn't stopped. The vibrator is still there, she's still rocking her hips gently into you, and you're so overstimulated that you can barely tell if it's too much or not enough. You're confident, though, that as soon as you decide, Jiwoo will do exactly what she needs to do. Stop, or much more likely, keep going.

She's so stunning, as she licks her lips, tosses her hair back out of her face.

"How about four?"

#kinktober 2022 #kpop kinktober #kard fanfic #kard jiwoo fanfic #kard jiwoo smut #jeon jiwoo fanfic #jeon jiwoo smut #kard deserves so much fanfic it's insane

[mingiwife21]

Guys I made the Doyoung smut I hope it is good for you guys ☹️💞

I might do a WLW smut later that will be about prom night or something let me know what idol

#kpop smut #female idols smut #le serafim #nct smut #Doyoung smut

[vex91]

Kard Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff (s) - smut

Kim Taehyung:

Nothing yet...

Matthew Kim:

Nothing yet...

Jeon Somin:

Nothing yet...

Jeon Jiwoo:

Nothing yet...

OT4:

Nothing yet...

#kard x reader #kim taehyung x reader #matthew kim x reader #jeon somin x reader #jeon jiwoo x reader

[misswoozi]

okay, don’t expect much from me rn, my brain isn’t very big and wrinkly lol. i always got dom!verse vibes from jiwoo, but it was actually those very pictures that solidified that for me 🫠. i just had a little thought: she was with a partner one day, someone kinda like sana (maybe) who she was fwb with, and their reaction (to jiwoo’s god tier strap game) made her pretty curious, so she asked her partner to try fucking her with the strap, and she ended up instructing her partner on how she wanted to be fucked and really enjoyed it. in my head, i think jiwoo especially loves the feeling of being in control and that experience made her rethink her initial feelings about bottoming because she realized that bottoming ≠ subbing or giving up control, or something… it’s not an every time thing, but if she’s in the mood then she’s down to bottom… and i love that for her -🍟

French Fry Anon: Don't expect much from me.

also French Fry Anon: SUBMITS A PERFECTLY-CRAFTED, WELL-WRITTEN, REALISTIC AND DEADLY SCENARIO ABOUT BOTTOM!JIWOO THAT OPENS MY EYES TO THIS IDEA ENTIRELY???

Dude this is legitimately perfect 😭😭 I accept this headcanon FULLY. The only thing I'd change is the FWB and that's only because I don't think Sana is someone who would be into/comfortable topping someone with a strap.

But the concept is brilliant. Jiwoo sees how responsive this partner (who we should figure out ASAP because there's much more to discuss here) her partner is and it makes her curious about it herself.

YOUR BRAIN IS HUGE, OP. GOOD CONTENT.

#thank you! #Jiwoo smut #Kard smut #french fry anon #Favorite

[cabritinha]

JIWOO-KARD

#kard jiwoo #kim jiwoo #jiwoo #jiwoo icons #jiwoo lq #jiwoo lockscreen #jiwoo moodboard #kard #kpopidol #kpop icons #kpop girls #kpop #kpop aesthetic #kpop lockscreen #kpop layouts #kpop moodboard #kpop packs #incorrect kpop quotes #kpop smut #cute girls #girls #girl #girls icons #icons girls #beautiful girls #wallpaper girl