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Its so hard being a black women who likes fanfiction. Like there is just still so little representation. Even when things are “reader” they are coded for white people.
No one is running their fingers through my silky hair. Or brushing hair out of my eyes behind my ear. I have an afro and when I dont its in twists. Also, black women dont really let people touch or play in their hair.
I dont have pink nipples.
I dont blush. My skin will not turn red no matter how hard Im blushing.
Now I thought it was hard in the Peaky Fandom. But there are some amazing black fic writers here and likely more have emerged since I havent been active in the fandom for a few years.
Trying to read Kpop fan fiction, its even harder to find representation.
If you are in any of the fandoms below, please comment or reblog with your fave black fanfic writers.
Im sending this out one more time. I do not want to create something that no one will read. I have prepared a few headcannons or thoughts to go wit it. However, if I dont think anyone cares to see it, I dont wanna prepare it.
Is this something y'all want? Black kpop fandom, where y'all at?
Summary: You and your boyfriend get into the first serious fight in your relationship.
Warnings: Some cursing in some member's parts but nothing too crazy!
Kim Seokjin
Jin trudged up the stairs to your apartment, his thighs burning with every step after a particularly long dance practice with the members. Once he made it to your door, he grabbed the handle and was surprised when it didn't just open the way that it usually does when you know that Jin's coming over. Raising his hand, he knocked on the wood gently and it didn't take long for him to hear the door unlock and for you to appear behind it, with a very nasty glare on your face.
"Y/N-ah? What's wrong?" Jin wondered in lieu of a greeting, having instantly noticed the look on your face.
"You stood me up," you deadpanned.
"What?"
"We had a date tonight, remember?" You snapped. "Or, I guess you don't remember because you didn't freaking show up."
"Oh shit," Jin groaned, smacking his forehead with his hand. "I'm so sorry Y/N-ah. My mind has been all over the place these days, with work and trying to get the album finished in time and-"
"You've never forgotten before, Jin," you pointed out. "What's so different about your work that it made you forget this time?"
"I get what you're saying jagi, but it truly wasn't intentional," he swore as he tried to step closer to you but you held your hand out, stopping him from being able to cross the threshold into your apartment.
"You know, if you can't even remember something as small as a fucking date, maybe we need to take a break," you stated firmly.
"Y/N, you can't be serious."
"Well, I am," you huffed. "Bye Jin." Jin opened his mouth to say something else but he was cut off by your front door slamming swiftly in his face, leaving him dumbfounded.
Min Yoongi
"Do you hear yourself right now?" You chuckled in disbelief. You were in your bed, glaring at Yoongi who was standing at the edge of the bed. The two of you had had date night the night before, having an amazing time at dinner before you two came back to your apartment to spend the night together.
However, the blissful haze was lifted when Yoongi announced that he had to get going back to the HYBE building.
"Y/N-ah, you know we're working on the album right now," Yoongi huffed.
"I thought you could spare a few days to spend with your girlfriend," you held your hands up in mock surrender. "My bad."
"What do you want from me?" He wondered aloud. "You were complaining about us not having spent any time together recently so I take you out last night, we have a great time, and you're still complaining."
"Complaining?" You echoed. "So what, you took me out just to get me off your back?"
"Don't put words in my mouth."
"I don't need to because you said exactly what needed to be said," you snapped. "Get out, Yoongi."
"Are you serious?" He laughed but when you didn't answer him, Yoongi wordlessly grabbed his phone and jacket before storming out of the bedroom and through the front door, slamming it behind him.
Kim Namjoon
"Hey, did you know what you wanted to do for dinner?" Namjoon wondered as he stepped into your bedroom, where you were changing into your pajamas after a nice shower.
"Doesn't matter to me," you shrugged.
"We could do Japanese," he murmured, leaning up against the doorway and scrolling through his phone. "Get squid from that one place you like."
"Mmm, not really in the mood for squid," you shook your head.
"Ok, how about chicken?" Namjoon suggested. "You can never go wrong with fried chicken."
"Don't think so," you grimaced and Namjoon let out a deep sigh which made you look over at him. "What?"
"Look, I know you had a hard day today but you don't have to take it out on me."
"What?"
"You came in and slammed the front door behind you, you were stomping around the house before you got in the shower, and I even heard you muttering to yourself while you were in there," Namjoon explained. "So you had a hard day, I get it but I'm just trying to feed you. You don't have to have an attitude with me or be pissed at me."
"Well, if you could tell I had a hard day, you should also be able to tell that it's not directed at you," you stated firmly. "And I really don't appreciate being accused of having an attitude either so if you were trying not to piss me off, you're doing a terrible job."
"You know what, I'm just gonna head home," he announced suddenly, standing up straight in the doorway. "Call me whenever you're feeling better."
"Joon-" you started to say but you were cut off by him turning around and walking out of the room.
Jung Hoseok
"Alright Y/N-ah, I'm heading out!" Hobi called from his place near the front door and you came jogging down the stairs then, not hesitating to walk over to him.
"Have a good day," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and giggling when he pulled you into a firm kiss.
"Don't forget, we're pulling an all-nighter tonight so I won't be home," he reminded you and you nodded.
"Ok, let me know if you need me to bring you guys food or something though."
"So sweet," Hobi smirked, making you roll your eyes before you pressed another quick kiss to his lips before pulling away again.
"Really quick, did you get your suit for the party?" You asked and Hobi rose an eyebrow.
"Party?"
"The party that my lawyer friend is throwing," you reminded him. "Hyein?"
"You didn't tell me about that."
"Oh, must've just slipped my mind then," you shrugged. "Think you can get a suit in a day?"
"Yeah but I don't want to go," he told you. "I'm gonna be fresh off an all-nighter, I'll be exhausted."
"But I already RSVP'd us," you huffed.
"That's not my fault, especially when you didn't even ask me if I wanted to go in the first place," he scoffed.
"Ok ok, you don't have to go," you sighed as you held your hands up in mock surrender. "It's not a big deal, Hobi."
"it is a big deal when you try to make decisions for me and not with me," he chuckled in disbelief. "You know what, I have to get going. Bye, Y/N-ah."
"Hobi, come on," you called out but Hobi ignored you, opening the door and walking out before slamming it shut behind him.
Park Jimin
"You sound like such a fucking spoiled brat, you know that?" You spat in disbelief. You and Jimin were in his bedroom at his apartment, where you'd spent the entire weekend with him. However, Monday had rolled around and it was time to get back to work. Jimin though, he didn't want to leave the peaceful little cocoon that the two of you had been in, which led to him requesting that you call into work for the day.
"Excuse me for just wanting to spend more time with my girlfriend," Jimin shot back. "Or do you even remember that you're my girlfriend these days?"
"Excuse you?" You scoffed.
"You've been so busy, I've barely seen you," he replied. "This past weekend was the most time we've spent together in two months!"
"My job is demanding," you sighed heavily. "You should know and understand that better than anyone."
"It's kind of hard when you act like you can't answer the phone or text me back even just to say 'I love you' or remember when we have a fucking date night planned!"
"Well, God forbid I'm not here 24/7 to babysit your fucking ego," you snapped, Jimin's eyes widening from your words.
"I think you should go now," he muttered quietly and you huffed as you grabbed your car keys off of the nightstand.
"Happily," you said before turning and storming out of the room.
Kim Taehyung
"Wait until you see it, Y/N-ah," Taehyung muttered excitedly, making you smile from your place on your couch. Taehyung had recently gotten back from Paris where he'd gone to Paris Fashion Week and once he got back to Seoul, he was more than eager to show you all the items he'd picked up while in the City of Love.
"I haven't seen you this excited since you got nominated for a Grammy," you joked, making Taehyung laugh quietly. He finished digging around in the shopping bag, pulling out a beautifully crafted cashmere sweater. It was definitely Taehyung's style, crisp and clean and classic.
"What do you think?" He wondered.
"It's gorgeous," you nodded as you reached out to touch the material. "Oh my gosh, it's literally going to feel like you have a blanket on when you wear this, it's crazy soft."
"Definitely worth the $400 I spent on it," he huffed with a smile.
"$4OO?" You echoed and Taehyung nodded. "That was dumb."
"What?"
"I mean, spending $400 on a sweater is crazy, isn't it?" You questioned. "There's so many other things you could've done with that much money."
"Maybe but I wanted to buy it," he muttered. "It's not like I didn't have the money and I was just being irresponsible."
"Just because you have the money doesn't make it a good choice," you said and you couldn't miss the way that Taehyung's face fell.
"Oh," he murmured. "Well, I guess I better get going then."
"Tae, don't," you tried to say as you watched him stuff the sweater back into the bag and shove it onto his arm before he turned around and rushed out of your apartment, leaving you dumbfounded.
Jeon Jungkook
"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" You demanded to know as soon as the door to the members' dorm closed. You had gone over to pick Jungkook up but when you got there, the other members were on their way out as well. Conversation flowed naturally between you and the members, especially since you had gotten to know all of them a little better in the past few months.
However, Jin made an off-handed comment on their way out reminding Jungkook to put any wet sheets in the wash so they don't stain and it really bothered you.
"What are you talking about?" Jungkook wondered.
"Put any wet sheets in the wash?" You repeated, making Jungkook sigh heavily. "You've talked to them about our sex life, Kook?"
"Y/N-ah, they're my brothers," he explained gently. "You're the first woman I've ever dated seriously. Of course, I talk to them and ask for their advice."
"But you don't get to share that part of me with other people!" You snapped, making his eyes widen. "That's something that's supposed to be scared between you and I!"
"Y/N"-ah, that wasn't my intention. I just didn't think about it like that."
"Exactly, you didn't think," you scoffed. "You know what, I'm leaving." You moved to step towards the door but Jungkook stepped in front of you. "Move."
"Don't walk out in the middle of a fight, please," he asked.
"I'm not walking out, I just need space," you said. "So please, move." Reluctantly, Jungkook stepped aside and watched as you opened the front door and stepped out, letting it slam shut behind you.
I loved Sinners and Im obsessed with Smoke and Annie. I been in the tags tryna find Smoke x Annie discourse or fics. The few I have seen are so well written. However, what I find mostly is reader inserts. Thats also fine if thats what you like, but please do not pollute the “Smoke X Annie” tag with your reader insert fics.
Why are we using that tag if it has nothing to do with them?
Thats a cheap way to get your fics seen. There are more Smoke x Reader fics in this tag than Smoke and Annie.
I tried searching the tags but found nothing. I know for a fact there is more than what I actually found. Which was zero. I saw Vernon, S.Coups, Mingyu fics, but no Wonwoo.
Help me please?
If you want some Idol X Wonwoo
Check out @sugarbaybeetexts she’s my bestie and she has the best stories.
Imagine being his girl and you’re at a bonfire with the members. You look up from staring off into space and this man is staring at you like this? He doesn’t stop staring at you even you pull out your camera and take a picture. Later you ask why he was staring at you and he’s just like, “cause your beautiful”
He doesnt strike me as the type to be overly affectionate, but sometimes he hits you with shit like that.
Guuurrrlll no okay, this is cure. Look look look
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
You’re curled up in someone’s hoodie, fingers toying with the frayed edge of your sleeves as the bonfire crackles low and golden. The others are half-drunk off laughter, bickering over marshmallows and who burned what, but your mind’s somewhere else—floating with the smoke.
Then you feel it.
That kind of stare that makes your skin buzz. You glance up, and there he is. Wonwoo. Half-shadowed by firelight, half-golden glow. Arms folded, legs stretched out in that lazy, cool-boy way. But his eyes? They’re locked on you. Not blinking. Not looking away even when you squint at him and pull out your phone like, “Boy, what?”
Click. Flash. Still staring.
Later, when the flames are just embers and people are passing out in hammocks or shuffling back inside, you nudge his arm and ask, all low-key like,
"Why were you looking at me like that?"
He doesn’t skip a beat. Just shrugs, mouth barely lifting in that quiet little almost-smile.
"Cause you’re beautiful."
Like it’s a fact. Like gravity. Like the stars don’t even matter when you’re sitting right there.
And it floors you. Because he doesn’t say stuff like that often. He’s not the type to constantly whisper sweet nothings or blow up your phone with heart emojis. But every once in a while? He drops a bomb like that and leaves you reeling, all soft and smitten and trying to play it cool when your heart is practically doing somersaults.
He goes back to sipping his drink like he didn’t just ruin you for every other man alive.
Because that’s Wonwoo.
Quiet. Observant. Deadly with a compliment when you least expect it.
Like Im so annoyed. I was following like three pages and this shit app just voluntarily unfollowed them. Im the most oblivious person so of course I do not remember their usernames. Ugh.
Y.O.U (Years Of Us), Chapter 8: "Have a nice life".
Jimin x half black/half Korean OC
Genre/Rating: 21+, established relationship, idol!AU, smut, angst, and fluff
Summary: Kamaria has a run in with Hye-ja, Jimin pops up, and Kamaria and Taemin talk business.
Warnings: masturbation
WC: 2.4K
Song Of The Chapter: Loving Me 4 Me-Christina Aguilera
Two Years Ago
Jimin shuffled down the hallway of his house, rubbing at his eyes as he followed the sound of Kamaria's voice from where it was flowing from the kitchen. When he got to the archway that separated the kitchen from the large dining room, he smiled to himself as he watched her sing some lyrics that he had never heard before.
"Your lips, your eyes, your smile, your kiss, I must admit, it's a part of me," Kamaria sung. "You please me, complete me, filling me like a melody."
Jimin leaned against the archway, admiring how gorgeous she looked. She must've written whatever she was singing the night before because she was dancing around to it as if she already knew the melody to it, which she more than likely did. She was clad in one of his t-shirts with boy shorts on underneath and if he knew her the way he knew he did, she didn't have a bra on. Her hair, which was in braids, was piled on top of her head and she had a scarf on, which made him chuckle since he recognized it as one of his merch items from years ago.
"Your soul, your flow, your youth, your truth is simply proof we were meant to be," Kamaria continued. "But the best quality that's hooking me is that you're loving me for me."
Jimin chose to sneak up behind her then, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist and she instantly leaned into him. He loved it when she did that, it showed him how comfortable she was around him.
"That's beautiful," he murmured deeply, in lieu of a "good morning". "You write that last night?"
"After we had sex," she replied with a nod. "I couldn't sleep after because this melody got stuck in my head."
"The lyrics you were just singing, is that how I make you feel?" Jimin wondered and he hugged her tighter when she placed her hands on his forearms.
"They are," she confirmed. "You know how I feel about you."
"I don't know, I might need a reminder," he joked, making her smack her lips as she turned around to face him.
"You're everything to me," Kamaria stated honestly.
"You're everything to me too, Bubs," he whispered before kissing her passionately.
A few days later, Kamaria smiled as she posed for pictures , standing outside of Eclair which was the flagship store where one of her close friends, Kwon Hyeri, was celebrating the grand opening. Kamaria had been trying to stay out of the press since 'Taming' was still receiving pretty significant media attention but Hyeri had been designing clothes for Kamaria basically since her debut so she wanted to show her support.
"Kamaria, over here!" The paparazzi shouted and Kamaria instantly turned her head, her smile bright as she posed with her hands folded in front of her and her legs crossed. Unlike most celebrities, Kamaria didn't outright hate the paparazzi. Of course, they could be privacy invading jerks at their best and despicable, life ruining assholes at their worst but Kamaria did her best to really only acknowledge them at public events and so far, that had seemed to work out in her favor.
"Thank you," Kamaria said, bowing lightly to them before she walked off of the carpet and into the store, where all of the guests that had been invited to the grand opening where mingling around, talking and looking over the pieces of clothing that were for sale.
"Kam!" Hyeri shouted as she rushed up to her and Kamaria grinned widely as she hugged her friend tightly. "I'm so glad you were able to make it!"
"How could I not?" Kamaria chuckled. "I owe you so much."
"I'm the one who owes you," Hyeri shook her head. "It's thanks to the publicity from you wearing my designs that I was even able to open the store."
"Hey, your talent is the one to thank in that case," Kamaria replied. "I'm proud of you, seriously."
"Thanks," Hyeri beamed. After grabbing a glass of champagne, Kamaria milled around the store, making small talk with different idols and actors and actresses that she was familiar with.
"Well, if it isn't Choi Minali," a voice called out and Kamaria looked over to see Hye-ja smiling at her.
"Hey-ja-ssi," Kamaria smiled, albeit tightly. "How are you?"
"I'm good, how are you?" Hye-ja wondered.
"Good, good," Kamaria nodded. "Just came to support Hyeri."
"She dresses you, right?"
"For things like my music videos and tours, she'll usually make me something custom, yeah," Kamaria confirmed. "What about you?"
"Oh, I wore one of her gowns in a film of mines and I've been trying to get her on retainer ever since," Hye-ja joked, making Kamaria laugh. "I'm so glad she finally decided to have some faith in herself and open an actual store, though."
"Same here," Kamaria agreed. Suddenly, a photographer came up to them and smiled politely.
"Do you two mind taking a photo together?" He wondered.
"Of course not," Hye-ja shook her head before turning to look at Kamaria. "Ok?"
"Sure," Kamaria nodded. Hye-ja moved to stand next to her then, and they both smiled brightly as the photographer snapped the photo.
"Beautiful," he complimented. "Thank you." Hye-ja waited until the photographer walked away before she turned around and smiled at Kamaria.
"So, can I tell you something?" She wondered and Kamaria shrugged before nodding.
"Go ahead."
"Stay the fuck away from my husband," she spit and Kamaria's eyebrows instantly rose as she looked at the other woman.
"Excuse me?"
"You know, despite what my looks might have you thinking, I'm not some stupid, spoiled actress," Hye-ja stated firmly. "I know that you're the reason why Jimin hasn't been wearing his wedding ring."
"I have no idea why Jimin's not wearing his wedding ring," Kamaria scoffed. "That literally has nothing to do with me."
"Yeah, right," she rolled her eyes. "You heard what the fuck I said."
"You know, since we're sharing tidbits of information, you should probably know that I don't like being threatened," Kamaria fumed lowly. "And if you were smart, you might wanna ask your husband what exactly I do to people who threaten me."
Hye-ja either was shaken by that statement or she had the good sense to pretend that she was because the fire that had been in her eyes subsided and Kamaria could tell that it was replaced by slight apprehension.
"Have a good rest of your night," Kamaria smiled falsely before turning around and walking away.
Later that night, after making it back home, Kamaria had managed to take off her dress, shower and put on her pajamas before a knock sounded at her front door. Walking up to the door, she paused to check the security camera and she could instantly tell that it was Jimin, even though he had clearly tried to disguise himself by wearing a fedora and a trench coat.
"Right on time," Kamaria muttered to herself as she unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Fuck do you want, Jimin?"
"Damn, hello to you too," he chuckled.
"Oh excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm not in the best mood because I ran into your wife tonight and she fucking threatened me," Kamaria rushed out.
"Hye-ja?" Jimin chuckled. "She threatened you?"
"What reason would I have to fucking lie, Jimin?"
"Never said you were lying," he instantly replied, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I'm just saying, it's hard to imagine Hye-ja threatening someone."
"Yeah, well she did and you better warn the little bimbo bitch to not do it again because next time, I'm going to fuck her up," Kamaria stated firmly. "And you know I will."
"Ok, ok," Jimin nodded. "I'll talk to her and I'm sorry that she did that."
"What did you even come over here for anyways?" Kamaria wondered.
"Came to get my ring," he said and Kamaria nodded tersely.
"Wait here." She walked away from the door, going into her kitchen and grabbing the ring from where it had been sitting on the counter before walking back to the front door and dropping it into Jimin's waiting hand.
"Why haven't you called me?" He wondered as he pushed the ring back onto the fourth finger on his left hand.
"There's nothing for us to talk about," Kamaria shrugged. "What happened that night was a mistake. Nothing more, nothing less."
"You sure about that?"
"More than sure," she nodded. "Just needed a distraction." Jimin's eyes widened at hearing her refer to what they shared that night as a distraction and he couldn't help the scowl that appeared on his face.
"Well, I'm sure you'll be happy to know that Hye-ja came to me and said she's finally ready to have a baby," Jimin told her, wanting to hurt her the way that she had hurt him. Admittedly, that statement did hurt Kamaria and she felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"Great, then you don’t need me. Congratulations," she spat harshly. "Have a nice life". Jimin didn't even get a chance to respond before door was slamming shut in his face that was sounded by a loud kick from the other side of the door, which made him flinch in his spot.
A week later, Kamaria had done her best to just move on with her life. She was trying to focus more on writing the album and getting that done, and she was finding it surprisingly easy to write. Apparently, heartbreak's an amazing motivator. Who would've thought?
Kamaria was broken out of her thoughts by her black escalade pulling up in front of a well known restaurant in Seoul called Harbour. Once the truck pulled to a stop, she waited until her security opened the door and she hopped out, being careful of her skirt as she quickly rushed into the building.
Raising her sunglasses up from her eyes and setting them on top of her head, Kamaria glanced around the room until she locked eyes with another pair of brown ones, making her grin widely.
"Tae," she grinned, rushing over and Taemin only had enough time to stand up before she threw herself against him, hugging him tightly.
"Hello, my love," he greeted her, gently squeezing her waist and she pulled back a little bit from the hug so that she was able to look up at him.
"I'm sorry I'm late," she apologized and Taemin instantly shrugged.
"Forget it," he replied. "I haven't been waiting long. Here, sit down." He moved over to pull her chair out for her and once she was sitting, he moved back to sit down in the chair across the table from her. "How are you? Like, really?"
"I'm ok, Tae," she assured him. "I was a little depressed because of my mom but I'm coming back out of it alright."
"Good," Taemin murmured. "I know we don't talk as much but I do still worry about you."
"I know," she nodded, putting one of her hands out on the table and Taemin instantly reached his out and intertwined their fingers. "I appreciate it, honestly."
"Don't distract me," Taemin said suddenly with a smile, squeezing her hand before letting it go which made Kamaria laugh. "We came here to discuss business."
"You're right," she sighed. "So, I've been working on my newest album and I wrote a song called If I Could Tell You. While I was working on it, I was trying to envision who would sing the other part and all I could think of was you."
"Well, I have always thought our voices harmonize insanely well together," Taemin spoke up. "Would you mind if I looked at the lyrics too, maybe have some input?"
"Of course not," Kamaria shook her head. "I think that would make it more tangible, you know?"
"Believable," Taemin chuckled in understanding. "I'll do it."
"Wait, that easily?" Kamaria gasped softly.
"Well, the company is more than enthusiastic about it and people have been trying to get us to do a song together for years now so I know our fans will probably enjoy it," he explained.
"I just thought with everything you have going on right now, you might be too busy."
"When have I ever been too busy for you?" Taemin wondered and Kamaria couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face.
"Just so you know, I only want to do the song with you," she acknowledged. "Nothing else."
"Are you sure? I know you remember how good it was in that bathroom in Gangnam, and every other time," he smirked.
"You also know how good it was and still is," Kamaria shot back, making Taemin chuckle.
"Don't I know it?" He muttered wistfully. "It's the stuff my dreams are made of." The warmth that flowed over Kamaria's cheeks stayed there for the rest of their lunch together and even as they walked out of the restaurant together, she still couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye exactly.
"Should've known the dozens would descend at some point," Kamaria huffed, nodding with her head at the small group of paparazzi that had gathered outside of Harbour.
"They must've heard the prettiest songbird had decided to grace us all with her presence," Taemin complimented her and Kamaria rolled her eyes playfully.
"I'll call you soon to set up a session, ok?"
"I'll be waiting," he promised, grabbing one of her hands and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Fuck," Kamaria moaned as she ran her fingers over her clit in a small circle, her other hand pinching her nipple as she pushed herself towards her peak. If Kamaria were being honest with herself, just being around Taemin always made her wet and not acting on it only further drove her crazy.
There had always been this nameless quality that Taemin had that just seemed to pull Kamaria to him. She wasn't sure if it was his unyielding sense of innocence, his cheesy jokes, his heavenly voice or even his beautiful fucking face. All she knew was that Taemin always made butterflies flutter around her stomach, and she didn't mind that at all.
"Shit," she hissed, her back arching up off the bed. "I'm gonna, gonna, fuck! Tae!" Her climax crashed down onto her at that moment, her thighs becoming slick as she slowly rubbed the last edges of her orgasm out.
"Holy fuck," she huffed as she flopped back against her pillow. "I don't how the fuck I'm gonna make it through these recording sessions."
BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 💕🫶🏽
you’re both from two seperate worlds, but in the four corners of your bedroom the two of you can be together. even if your latest confession means it could be for the last time.
pairing ⸝⸝⸝ choi yeonjun x fem!reader
𓄵 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 none!
genre﹙📓﹚⸝⸝⸝ angst, smut, secret friends with benefits to ???, secret relationship, punk!yeonjun, nerd!reader, reader wears glasses, punk x nerd trope, some bad boy x good girl trope
warnings ⸝⸝⸝ unprotected sex, soft dom!yeonjun, kinda service top!yeonjun, pussy drunk!yeonjun, clit stimulation, slight overstimulation, heavy praise kink, marking, slight bulge kink?, petnames (baby, sweetheart, good girl, babygirl), creampie, riding, cowgirl, depictions of heartbreak, a lot of desperation lmao
kipo’s note ⸝⸝⸝ happy birthday yeonjun my love!!! ♡ ♡ ♡ and happy early ggum release!!! this is inspired by the songs ceilings by lizzy mcalpine and in my room by julia wolf! haven’t wrote angsty smut in so long, i missed it hehe! wrote this while i was suffering from a migraine (> <。) the love and deepspace brainrot has been strong so if you see familiar dialogue… ʅ（‾◡◝）ʃ i hope you enjoy!!
͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ︵͡ 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 (⌒‿⌒)♡
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if you tried really hard you could imagine that the four corners of your room was something else—somewhere else. somewhere other than your room. like, perhaps, a nice restaurant where the lights are warm and you’re sitting in the cozy back corner. or maybe a park on a day where it’s not too hot and not too cold. that perfect temperature where you can wear lighter clothing if you wanted, but that also gave you the opportunity to ask a lover for their sweater.
tonight, as you stared up at your ceiling, you pictured that your room was a cute little picnic date. you pictured that you and yeonjun ate cute little sandwiches together as you both watched various strangers pass by. you pictured that you and his relationship was ultimately more than it was.
yeonjun: your window’s still open, right?
the buzzing of your phone at such a late hour didn’t surprise you as much as it did before. you didn’t even have to check the contact name as you responded and tossed your phone back onto your nightstand, the device clanging against your stacked textbooks from your study session earlier. a sigh pushed through you.
you had been so hopelessly in love with yeonjun since you first laid eyes on him on campus—nonchalant attitude paired with his alternative clothing and headphones resting against his head that seeped out the rock music he was always listening to as he strode across the pavement. when his eyes met yours that day for the briefest of moments, you had to get to know him somehow.
you: you know it always is.
unfortunately for you, your social circles didn’t overlap in the slightest. yours consisted of studious students who were the top of their classes and who made sure that their assignments got turned in early. nerds, others would say, or perhaps geeks.
yeonjun’s on the other hand—his consisted of various alternative people. some in bold black and white makeup and black, frilly victorian style dresses, while others in tight, dark clothing and hair in their eyes that sported dyed colored stripes. all of them clad in black eyeliner that darkened their already tired looking eyes and listening to the same rock music he did.
he was rebellious and liked to break the rules while you abided by them. the hammering of loud drums and guitars soothed him while it was something you absolutely couldn’t stand. he was vulgar and spoke the first thing that came to his mind while you constantly overthought the polite answer you would give. yeonjun was night while you were day.
the two of you couldn’t have been more different.
but still, that didn’t stop you from being drawn to him. and that fateful day where you happened to run into him and drop all of your textbooks changed your relationship forever. never did you think your wide eyes and bumbling apologies would lead to you under him as your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as your shared moans bounced off the walls of your room.
never did you expect him to ask you to keep it all a secret because he didn’t want his friends to know he was fucking the resident nerd.
you hear the familiar creaking of your window as yeonjun begins to open it and reach for your glasses in the mess on your nightstand. the blurriness of your room comes into focus right as yeonjun pokes his head through the window, effectively killing the daydream you were in. he pushes his bright orange hair off of his forehead as he steps through, finger tangling in the light blonde streaks within it.
“hey, babe,” yeonjun said as he swung his other leg over the ledge of the window. his black boots crumpled one of the discarded papers on your floor but he didn’t seem to notice as he shut the window behind him, locking the cold air out.
yeonjun turned towards you, already stripping out of his faded flannel. “that math test is already a bust. i literally couldn’t understand any of that shit. i don’t even know how i made the class… shocked that the professor hasn’t said anything to me about it yet.”
his cheeks were flushed from the cold and his dark brown eyeliner was smudged around his eyes as he stared down at your lying form. you pushed up on your elbows as you watched him take off the band t-shirt he was wearing. you stared at his bare upper-body with wide eyes and the corner of his mouth lifted as he kept talking.
you hated the way your heart fluttered and raced, hated the effect he had on you. you hated the way he smirked at you like he knew he had you wrapped around his pretty little finger. it was embarrassing.
you gulped as his eyes remained on yours as he slowed his fingers down to unbuckle the belt he was wearing. “you seem distracted…” yeonjun said, his voice mixed with amusement and slight teasing, “don’t tell me it was that hard! if you can’t do it, then there’s no way in hell i’m gonna.”
he kicked off his boots and moved closer to where you were on the bed. your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as you stuttered out a response, “y-yeonjun… it’s late and we both have classes tomorrow… what are you doing here?”
in one swift motion he climbed over you, trapping your body underneath his. the tips of his dyed hair tickled your cheeks and the cold metal of his belt buckle against your lower stomach made you shiver. his mouth was at the shell of your ear as his whispered, “you know why i’m here.”
yeonjun pressed kisses down the side of your neck and along your jaw, stopping just before he reached your mouth. “besides, i wanted to see you.”
his hands trailed up your sides and under the thin fabric of the tank top you were wearing. before you knew it, it was over your head and you bare breasts were exposed fully for him. “i wanted to see the pretty flustered faces you make when i’m inside of you.”
cold fingers hooked onto the hem of your shorts, tugging down slowly. “and the way you try and avoid my eyes but can’t help but stare. can’t help but let those pretty moans escape your mouth,” yeonjun continued as his lips brushed against yours. he pulled your shorts and panties down until you were completely naked under him.
“you’ve been avoiding me.”
he pulled away completely and stood from your bed, his words hanging in the air. his eyes never left yours as he tugged his black jeans down.
your chest rose and fell heavily as your eyes trailed down to the obvious bulge in his boxers, the dim light of your bedside lamp making it more apparent. you shook your head as your eyes met his gaze once more, “i haven’t.”
you have been avoiding him. not purposely, but you guessed that it was to the extent that he noticed. when he would walk in your direction on campus you would go a different way to your class. you’d force yourself to not let your eyes linger on his retreating frame and instead focused on what the task was at hand.
it shocked you that he noticed, since he usually ignored your existence outside of these four walls. “it just… wouldn’t work…” he had told you once as you stayed curled up against his naked body one night. “we’re like two puzzle pieces from two seperate boards.”
“you have,” yeonjun stated, pulling down his boxers so he too was completely naked, spare the small skull necklace you had gifted him a couple months back. his large cock hit against his lower stomach, the precum dripping from the slit glittering in the dim lighting.
he returned back to his hovering position over you, heavy cock brushing against you and causing your legs to tighten slightly around his waist as arousal pooled at the pit of your stomach. the small skull necklace dangled above your face as his head tilted to the side and plump lips formed a tiny pout. “why?” yeonjun asked, voice lowered.
the tips of his fingers grazed along your hips and left goosebumps in it’s wake as he waited for your answer. your breath hitched in response. “i-it’s—school’s just been hectic…” you trailed. “finals are coming up.”
yeonjun’s head dipped to the crook of your neck. he hummed against the skin, causing you to shiver again. he dragged his nose up your jawline until his lips brushed against yours once more. “liar,” he whispered and then lowered his lips onto yours fully.
he kissed you slowly, yet his lips pressed onto yours roughly. yeonjun’s hands inched up your sides and stopped just below your breasts. he then pulled away just before the two of you struggled for air.
your glasses fell down your nose bridge and he adjusted them for you. “i’ll just have to fuck the answer out of you,” he concluded, his voice louder. his other hand dipping between your legs to collect the slick that formed at your core.
yeonjun spread the slickness all through your folds and throbbing clit, making your back arch off the mattress slightly as a small moan pushed between your lips. “or you could just tell me the truth…” he spoke, thumb rubbing your clit and sending waves of pleasure up your body.
your eyes squeezed shut, “that is t-the truth.”
“come on, baby. you don’t even believe that,” yeonjun responded, incredulous. he hummed again and grabbed his cock with the hand that was circling your clit, rubbing the reddened tip up and down your arousal. he used his other hand to hold down the lower half of your body.
how could you tell him the truth? it was clear that he wasn’t looking for a relationship with you that wasn’t purely physical—and a secret at that. even now, his words rang through your head: “we’re like two puzzle pieces from two seperate boards.”
the two of you didn’t even fit together.
you couldn’t possibly say that you were hopelessly in love with him. that you daydreamed scenarios where the two of you were together, really together. scenarios where you held his hand in public and where he wasn’t afraid to kiss you in front of his friends and anyone else who may be watching.
it was a pipe dream, and you knew it. you knew he knew it, too. and yet…
yet, you wished that maybe your thoughts would be proven wrong. maybe he would smile and say that he loved you too, that he wanted to be with you too. publically.
breath hitching, you said in a low whine, “i’ve been stressed.”
it wasn’t technically a lie, but it was still far from the truth. you just really didn’t want to ruin what the two of you already had going on. it would absolutely crush you, and you already looked at yeonjun like he hung the stars in the sky himself.
your hips rolled up towards his on their own and you dug your head into the pillow underneath you. “i’ve been avoiding everyone, not just you,” you continued.
yeonjun hummed again and you could tell that he still didn’t believe you, but would drop it for the time being. “then i’ll make you feel better.” his lips were on yours again, rough and full of desperate need just as he pushed himself inside you fully.
you broke away from him suddenly, crying out in a loud moan that yeonjun then cut off with his lips. his hand still pressed down on you as he thrusted into you again. he brought his free hand up to cup your face gently, all while you moaned into his mouth.
his pretty lips sucked dark marks onto your neck, claiming you as his as they trailed down to your breasts. the obscene sounds the two of you made together bounced off the walls and you were lucky that you lived alone in this small apartment.
“fuck, you’re so wet. does my cock in you feel good, sweetheart?” yeonjun asked and all you could do was nod as he fucked into you deeper. he nodded along with you, “yeah? you want more? you’re still stressed?”
whimpers fell from your lips as he kissed the love bites he just left. “w-want… more. please,” you begged.
yeonjun chuckled, pretty smile lighting up his features. he then moved the two of you so you were now straddling him as he laid on your bed. your eyes widened in shock. usually he had you pinned under him as he fucked you. never have he let you ride him before.
“ride me, baby?” yeonjun asked. “take all of your stress out on me.”
you inhaled sharply as you looked down at him, looked down at his length laying on his lower abdomen and wet with your arousal. you shook your head. there was no way you were gonna be able to ride him—at least not on your own.
he must’ve sensed your hesitance because he cupped your face and rubbed his thumb along your cheek. “you can do it. you’ve taken all of me before. don’t worry, i’ll help you.” yeonjun’s voice was low with reassurance and you swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded.
“okay,” you shakily muttered.
yeonjun nodded again with you, “let me help you feel better.” his hands found your waist and pulled you towards him as he kissed you, melting your worries.
he pulled away and looked down between the both of you as he sat up more. he guided your hips up and reached down to prop his cock up for you. “sit on it,” yeonjun said.
your hands found his biceps and grabbed onto them tightly as you aligned yourself. slowly, your pussy sunk down on him inch by inch, wrapping around his length and filling you up so much that you felt like you could feel him in your chest. yeonjun let out a guttural moan as he fell back against your headboard. “good…” he whimpered out, trying his hardest to steady his breathing. his hands on your waist moved down to your hips as they tightened.
“good girl, just like that. see? i told you you could do it. fuck—“ yeonjun suddenly thrusted up into you, eyes rolling back slightly. “fuck, baby you feel so good,” he breathed out through a moan, “god, you drive me crazy.”
the corners of your mouth rose as you watched his reaction. you never gotten this clear of a view of his face and you were enjoying every moment of it. experimentally, you rolled your hips forward and immediately let out a loud moan. yeonjun’s fingers dug into your hips hard, “s-shit, keep doing that. gonna make me cum if you keep moving those pretty hips like that.”
he moved your hips for you as he stared at you through hooded lids, mouth open as more moans passed his lips. you bet your expression mirrored his as you moved your hips more, brows furrowing as shock waves of pleasure shot up through you.
you placed your hands flat on his bare chest as your hips moved faster. your head flew back as yeonjun kneaded your bouncing tits, thumbs rubbing over your perked nipples. “keep going,” he whined through labored breaths, thrusting his hips up against yours as you moved.
“jjunie, i’m gonna—“ you could barely finish your words as he thrusted up towards you and the rope in your stomach completely snapped. you fell backwards onto your hands, giving him a full view of your shaking body, glistening in the dim lamp light with a layer of sweat.
you tried to catch your breath as best you could as pleasure rippled throughout you and made your limbs feel like jelly. you wanted to help him too, so in a weak motion you used your hands behind your back to roll your hips again, using the last bit of strength to raise your hips as well as you dropped them back down on his throbbing cock.
the sound the two of your bodies made was completely lewd. cum dripped from out of you and around his cock and down his thick length. yeonjun watched the whole thing and you swear you saw the last resolve in him break as his mind completely fogged over. “my fucking god,” he half moaned, half muttered as he sat up completely. in one swift movement his tight grip held your hips and he fucked into you so deep and unrelenting that you saw new galaxies.
all you had was the weakening strength of your arms behind you to keep you afloat, and the more he fucked you, the more it wavered. “you drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” yeonjun sputtered between moans. “you and this pretty fucking pussy of yours, devouring my cock whole. all i can fucking think about these days.”
you barely heard anything yeonjun was saying with the ringing in your ears, you think that he barely heard himself, honestly. his mouth was stringing together incoherent words and praises between various curses as he fucked you deeper and deeper. your arms shook and so did your body not just from your rapidly numbing body, but also from the sheer force of his thrusts—so desperate and so sloppy as he chased his incoming release.
“t-too… m-much!” you cried, trying to catch his gaze through the tears forming in your eyes and your tits bouncing in your face. “can’t take a-anymore!”
yeonjun shushed you softly as his hands moved to your waist, his frenzied pace not stopping. he pressed you up against his chest and slammed his lips onto yours. “relax,” he whispered breathlessly between kisses as his body moved in sync with yours, “you can take it.”
he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, moans falling from his parted lips as he released inside of you and filled you up impossibly more. your head fell to the crook of yeonjun’s neck as the two of you caught your breath in comfortable silence. after a couple minutes, yeonjun broke it and breathed, “good job, babygirl.”
yeonjun moved you onto your back, still deep inside of you. he pulled out slowly, the base of his cock covered in a white ring of cum as more of it poured out of you and down the curve of your ass. he watched it all with eager, hungry eyes.
“fuck… look at that,” yeonjun mumbled under his breath. he dragged his thumb along your cum covered folds, pushing some of it back inside you just to watch it pour out of you again. you jerked as your breath hitched and you tried to close your legs but yeonjun used his thighs and free hand to keep them open. “so pretty, makes me want to pump your pussy full of more of my cum,” he continued, louder this time.
he leaned down to greet your lips in a slow kiss, hands touching any part of your body that he could access. the two of you stayed like that for a while as you came down from your sex high, lips locked together. your hands were in his dyed hair, pulling at the tips as you whimpered softly. your core throbbed and you were filled with need once again.
yeonjun smiled against your lips. you had to give it to him, he knew your body well. a low hum came from the back of his throat and he pulled away. “it’s late,” he muttered before kissing your lips again and pulling away fully.
he disappeared for a moment and came back with a warm, wet towel to clean the two of you up. after he turned to pull his boxers back on as you laid under the covers naked. you watched as he started to pull on his black jeans, your heart racing with every tug. all you could think about was how you didn’t want him to go. how you didn’t want to go back to practically being strangers again.
suddenly the words are tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them, your head too clouded to think properly about the consequences your words may have. “listen… i—“
“don’t tell me you’re in love with me,” yeonjun joked in a teasing voice as he buckled his belt. your mouth clamped shut and heavy silence filled the room as yeonjun put his shirt and flannel back on. he paused once you didn’t say anything, turning to look at you from your window.
he hesitated before sighing and reaching down to put his boots back on. you tried to not let the tears fill your eyes in front of him as thick tension filled the air, opting to tug the blanket tighter around your body. “let’s not ruin a good thing, okay?” yeonjun said, lowly, avoiding your eyes.
yeonjun opened your window and the cold night air hit you full force, causing goosebumps to form along the parts of your skin that were exposed. the moonlight made the skull necklace around his neck sparkle. “i’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked as he turned to face you.
you hid your face from his view as you looked to the side just as the tear rolled down your cheek. you nodded, it was a solemn nod that you tried to mask. you moved your hand to fix your hair in a discreet way to wipe the tear away and looked at him with the biggest smile you could muster. it didn’t reach your eyes.
you could tell he didn’t buy it and that he wanted to say something about it, but you laid down before he could and focused your eyes on your ceiling. you heard his soft sigh and the window close after he stepped through it, effectively cutting off the cold air blowing into your room.
all at once it felt like the stars had come crashing down around you. no matter how hard you tried, it felt like you couldn’t get oxygen to your lungs and hot, blistering tears fell from your eyes. you heaved in breaths of air that did absolutely nothing.
sobs wracked your body that were so loud you were sure that yeonjun could hear them outside. they hit you like a tidal wave and the pressure of it all was making you drown. you clutched at your chest as you laid in a ball beneath the covers, gasping for air as you cried harder and harder.
how could you be so stupid? you knew the risk—knew that he didn’t feel that way about you and still you opened your big mouth. and for what? you wouldn’t be shocked if your relationship ended here. if you never saw yeonjun again and the two of you went back to being actual strangers, someone who you stared at from a distance.
you’d never see his face again. you’d never see his band tees and smudged eyeliner, never hear his loud rock music that gave you a headache, never feel his skin against yours—again. it was completely and utterly over, and it was all your fault. you felt sick to your stomach.
like a zombie, you rose from the grave that was your bed and numbly put your pajamas back on, feeling disgusted with yourself. you stripped your bed of the old sheets and covers and replaced them with new, clean ones. you shut off your bedside lamp as you fell apart in the darkness, more pained sobs forcing its way through your mouth.
you’d never see yeonjun again—not in the same dim light you once saw him in before.
A/N: This was a prompt given by the lonely @danceyreagan . It made me giggle, and so here you go.
Disclaimer: No puppies were harmed in the imagination of this fic. It's got nothing to do with puppies either, so the picture above are gaslighters. Enjoy
OMG Bestie!!! This is so good. It’s Mingyu having no choice but to cook for Wonwoo and his girl or feel the wrath of both. I smiled so hard reading this.
I also wanna tell you, You’re dialogue comes off so natural and so easy to read.
Calling all Black Kpop fans! Im interested in some TXT x Black!Reader fics. Do your thang. Blast off. Tag and reblog with your favorite writers. Let give them the attention they deserve.
