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Hello :D my name is Niya
She/Her
I am 19 years old
I’m from Michigan
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I love kpop and have been into it since 2019 but was a casual listener in 2015
Groups I stan
•Enhypen
•BTS
•Twice
•Seventeen
•got7
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I am a new writer so I apologize if there’s small grammatical errors.
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Other intrests
•volleyball
•dance
•singing
•anime
yallll it’s been a minute but I’m back my life did a whole 180 fr and not in a good way lmao but I’m not gonna let that stop me from doing some of the things I love and I been on love island BADDD how would yall feel about a Enhypen love island AU?
Hey everyone , I haven’t posted in a while , apologies I’ve been very busy with school and work and just some other thing but how are you all feeling about heeseung leaving :( I’m so sad but I am also super happy that I got to experience OT7 live multiple times and see heeseung up close. This was such a shock to me it was so out of nowhere.
WOMAN’S HISTORY MONTH DAY 3
Hello again everyone! My name is Arriah, and for Women’s History Month I’m spending this month highlighting and appreciating some of my favorite Black women writers across the different fandoms I’m part of.
Today’s spotlight is the K-pop fandom.
K-pop fandom spaces are massive and incredibly creative. From idol AU’s and fluffy comfort fics to dramatic slow burns and chaotic group dynamics, K-pop writers bring so many different kinds of stories to life. The amount of imagination people bring into these fandoms is honestly impressive.
Black women writers in the K-pop fanfiction community add so much personality, creativity, and passion to the space. Their stories help make fandom more fun, more diverse, and more welcoming for readers who want to see themselves reflected in the content they enjoy.
Fanfiction has always been about creativity and community, and these writers put so much time and effort into sharing their work simply because they love the artists and characters they’re writing about.
So for Day 3 of Women’s History Month, I wanted to show appreciation to some amazing Black women writers in the K-pop fandom whose work I’ve enjoyed. If you’re looking for new writers to follow or new stories to read, I definitely recommend checking them out and showing them some love.
Remember if I forgot anybody they might be in the next part or I genuinely could not find them but if you know any black writers tag them in the comments.
@tttt06, @sugrclip, @seoulfulbliss, @iwait @zorange13 @romanspinkpssy, @niyaaas-world @annajolee, @bambcie, @bratzray @smoothiejay1306, @lunalunelover, @luvhyukai @sskzlover, @e-bbaby, @urundercoverluver @adorewo0, @hrtjeans, @luvvpsh @juhooniesdoll, @moonlightdreamzz, @pixierunner50, @neosculturestechnology
@andysorbit, @goldnkookie, @midnightpaperco
@sl4t4niki, @hoonsangel, @lovelylavenderflies
@honghwalvr, @dairaiwrites410, @bndgnd
hi darling, please can you write a fluff fic of enha reaction to reader's appearance e.g long weird lashes . yk the tiktok couple trend 🤪 😂
Ofc!!! Give me a few days will be out soon! :)
Still Mine - Enhypen
pairing : Enha x black!fem!reader — genre : fluff, just y!n messing w the boys and testing their niceness fr lol , — requested: Yes - warnings: none
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🐹 Heeseung — Extra Long Spider Lashes
You had to hold in your laugh the entire time you were putting them on.
The lashes were ridiculous. Thick, dramatic, long enough to almost brush your brows. When you blinked, they cast shadows on your cheeks. You practiced a serious face in the mirror before walking into the living room where Heeseung was sitting on the couch scrolling.
He looked up casually.
Then paused.
Then slowly blinked.
“…Baby.”
You blinked at him again, slowly, letting the lashes flutter.
He sat up straighter. Not laughing. Just… staring. “Did you get them done?” His tone wasn’t teasing — just genuinely surprised.
You shrugged like it was nothing.
He leaned closer, studying your face carefully. His fingers hovered near your cheek but didn’t touch. “They’re really long,” he said softly, almost in awe. “You look like a doll.”
You expected him to joke.
Instead he smiled gently. “It’s dramatic. But it suits you.” He brushed a strand of hair from your face. “You look confident.”
You almost broke character.
He kissed your forehead carefully so he wouldn’t disturb them. “If you like them, I like them. Just don’t fly away when you blink.”
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🐱 Jay — Super Long Bedazzled Nails
The nails were extra. Long, glossy, covered in tiny rhinestones that sparkled every time you moved your hands.
You walked into the kitchen while Jay was making tea. You tried to open a cabinet and struggled dramatically.
Click click click.
He turned around.
He stared.
“…Bae.”
You lifted your hands proudly.
His eyebrows raised slowly. “Those are… powerful.”
You tried to grab a mug and nearly dropped it.
He immediately moved closer, gently taking your hands. “Careful.” His tone shifted protective instantly. He inspected the gems closely. “They’re pretty though. Very detailed.”
You expected him to laugh harder.
Instead he smiled softly. “You look expensive.” He tilted your hands under the light. “Like you’re about to sign a contract worth millions.”
You smirked.
He leaned down and kissed your knuckles gently. “Just promise me you won’t scratch yourself.” He squeezed your fingers lightly. “You look beautiful, baby.”
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🐺 Jake — Half-Shaved Mullet
You walked in like nothing changed.
One side of your head shaved smooth. The other side long and flowing down your back.
Jake looked up from the couch.
He blinked once.
Twice.
His mouth fell open slightly.
“…Stink.”
You tilted your head slowly.
He stood up immediately and walked toward you. Not laughing. Just stunned. “You actually did it.”
You waited for him to hate it.
Instead, he reached out carefully and ran his fingers over the shaved side, feeling the texture. “It’s cool,” he said quietly, like he was processing it. “It’s really cool.”
You raised an eyebrow.
He stepped back and looked at you fully. “You look bold.” His voice softened. “Like you don’t care what anyone thinks.”
That almost broke you.
He smiled gently. “You could shave it all and I’d still think you’re the prettiest girl I know.” Then he wrapped his arms around you. “You look like a rockstar. My rockstar.”
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🦊 Sunghoon — Face Full of Piercings
You went all in.
Fake eyebrow ring. Lip ring. Nose studs. Tiny gems across your cheeks.
You walked into the room casually like it wasn’t dramatic at all.
Sunghoon looked up.
He froze.
“…Bae.”
You blinked calmly.
He stood up slowly and walked toward you, eyes scanning your face carefully. No jokes. Just quiet surprise. “When did you do this?”
You shrugged.
He leaned in closer, inspecting each piece gently. “It suits you,” he admitted after a moment. “It’s different. But it suits you.”
You weren’t expecting that.
He brushed his thumb lightly near one of the fake studs. “You look strong,” he said softly. “Like you decided to try something new and didn’t hesitate.”
Your heart did a little flip.
He kissed your forehead gently. “If it makes you happy, that’s all I care about.”
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🐧 Sunoo — Neon Blush & Thin Brows
You walked in with ultra thin brows and bright pink blush almost under your eyes.
Sunoo gasped dramatically.
“WHAT happened?”
You crossed your arms.
He rushed closer, grabbing your face gently. “Your brows! Where did they go?”
You tried to stay serious.
He leaned back, studying you carefully. Then his expression softened. “Wait.”
He tilted his head. “It’s actually kind of cute.”
You blinked in surprise.
He smiled warmly. “It’s giving retro. It’s bold.” He poked your cheek gently. “You look like you stepped out of a 2003 music video.”
You laughed.
He wrapped his arms around you dramatically. “You scared me for a second. But you’re still adorable.”
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🐈⬛ Jungwon — Glitter Beard & Tooth Gem
You walked in sparkling.
Literal glitter brushed along your jawline and a tiny tooth gem shining when you smiled.
Jungwon looked up.
Paused.
“…Baby.”
You smiled wide.
He stood up and stepped closer, tilting his head slightly. “Why are you glowing?”
You shrugged casually.
He leaned in and examined your jaw. “It’s glitter.” He looked genuinely puzzled but not mean. Just curious. “You look magical.”
You almost laughed.
He brushed a little glitter off your cheek gently. “You’re shedding sparkles everywhere.”
You grinned.
He smiled softly back. “You’re still you. Just upgraded.” Then he hugged you anyway, getting glitter on his hoodie.
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🦌 Ni-ki — Dramatic Overlined Lips
You walked in confidently with dramatically overlined lips and glossy shine.
Ni-ki stared.
“…Why are your lips in 4K?”
You gasped dramatically.
He stepped closer, squinting. “You colored outside the lines.”
You tried to stay serious.
He burst out laughing, but not in a mean way — just genuine amusement. “You look like you’re about to kiss me and steal my soul.”
You crossed your arms.
He immediately softened, brushing his thumb lightly near your cheek. “But you’re still pretty.” His smile turned teasing but warm. “Very bold choice, bae.”
Then he leaned down and kissed you anyway. “Still mine.”
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hi darling, please can you write a fluff fic of enha reaction to reader's appearance e.g long weird lashes . yk the tiktok couple trend 🤪 😂
Ofc!!! Give me a few days will be out soon! :)
Spotlights - Yang Jungwon
pairing : Jungwon x black!fem!reader — genre : fluff, just cute flirting between the two , — requested: no - warnings: none
Happy BHM!
Part 2 anyone? :)
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Spotlight Serenade
The Los Angeles night buzzed with electric anticipation as the 66th Annual Grammy Awards unfolded under a canopy of stars and flashing cameras. The red carpet at Crypto.com Arena stretched like a glittering river, alive with celebrities in designer gowns and tailored suits, each step a calculated pose for the insatiable media. Y/N, at 24, navigated the chaos with the poise of someone who'd built her empire from viral TikToks to sold-out R&B shows. Her transition from influencer to artist had been meteoric—her debut album Midnight Whispers topping charts with soulful tracks about love's quiet storms. Tonight, she was here as both: interviewing rising stars for her platform, her curly hair styled in loose waves that caught the light, paired with a sleek emerald gown that hugged her figure like a second skin.
Her team had scored prime slots on the carpet, and as she adjusted her earpiece, her producer's voice crackled through: 'Tyla's up next. Keep it light, engaging—fans love that cross-cultural vibe.' Y/N nodded to herself, microphone in hand, stepping toward the designated interview zone where South African sensation Tyla waited, radiant in a shimmering gold dress that evoked summer sunsets.
'Y/N here with the one and only Tyla!' she announced, her voice warm and inviting as cameras swarmed. 'First off, that dress is fire—tell me, what's the inspiration behind your look tonight?'
Tyla's smile lit up, her energy infectious. 'Thank you! It's all about celebrating roots—gold for the warmth of home, but with a modern twist. LA's got this magic, doesn't it? Makes you feel like anything's possible.'
They fell into easy rhythm, Y/N leaning in. 'Absolutely. Your album Tyla has been on repeat for me—'Water' is pure vibe. How does it feel being nominated for Best African Music Performance?'
Tyla's eyes sparkled. 'Surreal. It's like, back home we make music from the heart, and now it's on this global stage. But shoutout to you, Y/N—your track 'Echoes' gave me chills. That bridge? Chef's kiss.'
Y/N laughed, genuine surprise warming her cheeks. 'Stop, you're too kind! We should collab sometime—imagine blending our sounds.'
'Absolutely! Hit me up,' Tyla replied, pulling her into a quick hug before gliding off to the next frenzy. The exchange left Y/N buzzing, her followers already flooding her live stream with heart emojis.
Barely catching her breath, her producer chimed in again: 'ENHYPEN's rolling up. They're huge—keep the convo fun, tie in their US promo.' Y/N scanned the carpet, spotting the seven members of the K-pop group descending like a coordinated storm: sharp suits in monochromatic blacks and silvers, their presence commanding yet playful. As ENHYPEN's leader, Jungwon led the pack at 21, his dark hair styled back, eyes scanning the crowd with quiet curiosity. They'd just wrapped a US tour, their album Fate earning buzz for its intricate storytelling and high-energy choreo.
'Y/N with ENHYPEN!' she called out, waving them over. The group clustered in, smiles flashing—Heeseung's charismatic grin, Jay's cool nod, Jake's easy wave, Sunghoon's poised elegance, Sunoo's bright cheer, Ni-ki's youthful energy, and Jungwon's steady gaze that lingered a beat longer.
'Love the suits—y'all look like you stepped out of a music video,' Y/N started, microphone poised. 'First time at the Grammys? How's the red carpet treating you?'
Jungwon spoke first, his English smooth with a hint of accent that added charm. 'It's incredible. A bit overwhelming, but the energy here is unmatched. We've been practicing our speeches just in case.' The others chuckled, Jake adding, 'Yeah, and trying not to trip on this carpet—it's longer than our stage!'
Y/N grinned, easing into deeper waters. 'Your last album slayed—'The sin : vanish' had me hooked. What's next for ENHYPEN? Any collabs on the horizon?'
Sunoo bounced on his toes. 'We're always writing. Maybe something with American artists—R&B influences would be dope.'
'Oh, hint hint?' Y/N teased, winking. 'I'm down. Loved your performance clips; that vampire concept was genius.'
Heeseung leaned in. 'Thanks! Your music's been on our playlist too—Y/N, right? 'Shadow Dance' is a favorite for warm-ups.'
The praise caught her off guard, but she played it cool. 'No way, honored! We should swap playlists sometime.' The banter flowed effortlessly—laughs over jet lag stories, nods to shared industry pressures—until their handler signaled time. As they posed for a group photo, Jungwon's eyes met hers again, a subtle spark there that she couldn't quite place. They waved goodbye, the group vanishing into the throng, leaving Y/N with a lingering smile.
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Inside the arena, the Grammy spectacle ignited: orchestral swells, celebrity roasts, performances that blurred genres. Y/N settled into her seat mid-row, her gown pooling around her like liquid jade. To her surprise—and delight—ENHYPEN occupied the row directly in front, their backs to her as the lights dimmed for the first awards. She caught glimpses of them whispering excitedly, programs in hand.
The night progressed in a whirlwind: announcements, applause, heartfelt speeches. During a lull, as nominees for Best Pop Duo/Group Performance took the stage, Jungwon twisted in his seat, turning to face her fully. Up close, without the carpet's chaos, his features softened—sharp jawline, warm brown eyes framed by subtle liner.
'Hey, Y/N,' he said quietly, over the murmur of the crowd. 'Didn't realize we'd be neighbors. Small world.'
She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. 'Right? Fate's got a sense of humor. Enjoying the show?'
He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. 'Yeah, but it's intense. Your interview earlier—spot on. Made us feel at home.'
'Glad! You guys were great—natural charisma.' They chatted easily as the winners were announced, her voice low to avoid drawing eyes. 'So, what's your take on all this? First Grammys for me too, but as an artist now, it's different.'
Jungwon's expression turned thoughtful. 'It's inspiring. Seeing everyone push boundaries... your music does that. 'Midnight Whispers'—I listened after the interview. The way you layer vocals, it's emotional without being heavy. What's your process like?'
Warmth spread through her at the sincerity. 'Thanks, Jungwon. Late nights, mostly—pouring feelings into melodies. Yours? ENHYPEN's concepts are so immersive.'
'Group brainstorming, then solo tweaks. We draw from stories, myths. But yeah, your R&B edge? I'd love to incorporate more of that.' Their knees nearly brushed as he shifted, the proximity electric amid the formal setting. The conversation deepened: favorite tracks (hers: SZA's vulnerability; his: The Weeknd's introspection), tour mishaps, the thrill of live crowds. Laughter bubbled when she mimicked a botched dance move from their MV, earning a playful shove from Jake ahead.
As intermission hit, the arena lights brightened, guests milling toward lounges. Jungwon stood, offering a hand. 'Come on, let's grab drinks. My treat—consider it thanks for the great interview.'
Y/N accepted, her pulse quickening at the casual touch. They wove through the crowd to a sleek bar area, where he ordered her a sparkling elderflower mocktail—'Non-alcoholic, but fancy,' he explained with a grin— and a ginger ale for himself, mindful of schedules.
Sipping under the soft glow of chandeliers, they continued: 'Seriously, your album's stuck in my head. That track about unspoken goodbyes? Relatable.'
She tilted her head, intrigued. 'Appreciate it. What's next for you?'
'More music, hopefully crossing oceans.' He paused, fishing a slim card from his pocket—not a business one, but a personal note with his number scrawled in neat handwriting. Slipping it into her palm as he handed over the drink, his fingers lingered. 'In case you want to talk more. About collabs... or whatever.'
Her heart skipped, the gesture bold yet shy. 'I'd like that.' The promise hung between them, sweet and unspoken, as the intermission bell chimed, pulling them back to their seats.
The rest of the night blurred—ENHYPEN's nomination loss met with gracious claps, Y/N's quiet cheers from behind—but the real award was the connection sparking in the shadows of stardom. As the final notes faded and the crowd dispersed, Jungwon's glance back held a question, her nod the answer. In the city of dreams, theirs was just beginning.
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Birthday girl - Kim Sunoo
pairing : Sunoo x black!fem!reader — genre : fluff, Sunoo treating his lady as he should , — requested: no - warnings: none
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A Night of Surprises and Sweetness
Y/n's birthday dawned with the gentle hum of the city outside her window. At 24, she had learned to embrace the little joys in life, especially those shared with her boyfriend, Sunoo—the kind-hearted guy who always seemed to know exactly how to make her feel cherished. Their relationship, now over a year strong, was built on quiet gestures and bursts of laughter. As a Black woman with a busy life, she appreciated how Sunoo made space for her world in his.
She rolled out of bed, her natural curls framing her face in soft waves. A quick scroll through her phone revealed Sunoo's morning text: Happy birthday, beautiful! Get ready for an unforgettable day. I'll pick you up at noon. 💖 Her smile widened; he had been unusually cryptic all week, dodging her questions with playful evasion.
After a refreshing shower, Y/n chose a elegant midi dress in deep emerald, the color complementing her warm brown skin. She added simple gold hoops and a touch of shimmer to her eyelids, highlighting her expressive eyes. Just as she slipped on her heels, the doorbell rang.
Sunoo stood there, looking dapper in a tailored blazer over a crisp shirt, his hair styled neatly with a few strands falling softly. 'Happy birthday, my favorite person,' he said, pulling her into a hug that lingered just a bit longer than usual. His cologne wrapped around her like a warm embrace.
'You look amazing,' Y/n said, linking her arm with his. 'But seriously, what's the plan?'
He chuckled, guiding her to his car. 'All in good time. Trust me?'
The drive took them through the bustling streets toward the upscale part of town. Sunoo kept the conversation light, sharing funny stories from his week and stealing glances at her with that signature soft smile. Eventually, he pulled up to a grand entrance: a five-star restaurant known for its exquisite cuisine and intimate ambiance. Valets waited, and a private banner discreetly read Reserved for a Special Celebration.
'Sunoo... did you...?' Y/n's eyes widened as he nodded, offering his hand.
'I rented out the entire place just for tonight. Your birthday deserves nothing less.' He led her inside, where the space had been transformed. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow over linen-draped tables set with fine china. Fresh orchids bloomed in vases, and subtle string lights twinkled along the walls. The aroma of gourmet delights—roasted herbs, fresh seafood, and decadent pastries—filled the air.
But the real surprise hit when the doors to the main dining area swung open. 'Surprise! Happy birthday!'
Y/n gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. There, gathered among the elegantly arranged seating, were her family and Sunoo's, all beaming with excitement. Her parents stood front and center, her mom in a flowing gown, her dad adjusting his tie with a proud grin. Her siblings waved enthusiastically, and to her utter shock, three of her closest friends from America—ones she hadn't seen in months—rushed forward with squeals.
'We flew in just for you!' her best friend Aisha exclaimed, enveloping her in a tight hug. The others, Mia and Jordan, piled on, their laughter echoing through the room. 'Sunoo made it happen—first-class tickets and everything!'
Tears of joy pricked Y/n's eyes as she hugged them back. 'You guys... I can't believe this.' Her family joined the embrace, her mom whispering, 'We're so proud of you, sweetheart.' Sunoo's parents approached next, his mom pulling her into a warm hug. 'You've brought so much light into our lives,' she said softly. His dad nodded approvingly, clapping Sunoo on the shoulder.
Sunoo had thought of everything. The menu featured a curated selection of dishes: seared scallops with citrus glaze, herb-crusted rack of lamb, truffle risotto, and vibrant vegetable tarts—sophisticated yet comforting flavors that catered to everyone's tastes. Waitstaff moved gracefully, serving sparkling mocktails and wines, while soft jazz played in the background.
The evening unfolded like a dream. Conversations flowed easily between the groups. Y/n's friends from America shared updates from home, recounting inside jokes that had everyone in stitches. Sunoo's brother teased him about his elaborate planning, saying, 'You turned into a full event coordinator overnight!' Y/n's dad and Sunoo's dad bonded over a shared love of classic cars, while the moms exchanged recipes for the evening's desserts.
Y/n floated from table to table, her heart swelling with each interaction. Sunoo stayed close, his hand occasionally brushing hers, his eyes never straying far. 'Seeing you this happy... that's all I wanted,' he murmured during a quiet moment.
As dessert time approached, the lights dimmed slightly, and the staff wheeled out a stunning multi-tiered cake. It was a masterpiece of white chocolate ganache, layered with raspberry compote and adorned with delicate sugar flowers. Twenty-four candles flickered atop it, plus that extra one for wishes.
Everyone gathered around, the room falling into a harmonious chorus. Y/n's family started strong, their voices rich and full: Happy birthday to you... Sunoo's family chimed in, his gentle voice weaving through the melody. Her friends from America added their enthusiastic tones, making the song feel even more global and heartfelt. Sunoo stood right beside her, his arm lightly around her waist, singing with pure adoration in his eyes.
Happy birthday, dear Y/n... Happy birthday to you!
With a deep breath, Y/n blew out the candles, the room erupting in applause and cheers. The cake was sliced, revealing its moist, flavorful interior—each bite a perfect balance of sweet and tart. Y/n offered the first piece to Sunoo, who accepted it with a grin. 'To the man who makes every day feel like a celebration,' she said softly.
'And to the woman who deserves it all,' he replied, his gaze warm and unwavering.
Plates circulated as stories and laughter continued. Y/n's friends snapped photos, capturing the joy, while families mingled over coffee. But Sunoo wasn't done yet. After a while, he stood, clinking a glass gently. 'One more thing before we wrap up the night.'
He took Y/n's hand, leading her to a secluded alcove near the restaurant's private lounge. A elegant basket sat there, draped with a silk cloth. 'Close your eyes for me?'
Trusting him implicitly, Y/n did as asked. The cloth lifted, and a soft, curious whimper filled the air.
'Open them.'
Her eyes adjusted to the sight of a tiny, fluffy puppy peeking out—a Pomeranian with cream-colored fur, bright button eyes, and a tiny pink tongue lolling out in excitement. It yipped softly, pawing at the basket's edge before tumbling into her waiting arms.
'Sunoo!' Y/n's voice broke as tears cascaded down her cheeks. The puppy nuzzled her chin, its warmth and softness melting her completely. A small tag on its collar read Your New Best Friend – Happy Birthday!.
'I know you've always wanted a little companion to share those quiet evenings,' Sunoo said, his voice thick with emotion as he wrapped his arms around both her and the pup. 'We can name him whatever you like. He's ours now.'
Happy sobs escaped her as she clutched the puppy closer, its tail wagging like a tiny metronome of joy. 'This is... perfect. I love him. I love you.' She turned, pressing a tear-streaked kiss to Sunoo's cheek.
The group overheard the commotion and gathered, oohing and aahing over the newcomer. Y/n's mom dabbed at her eyes. 'What a precious little thing! He's going to fit right in with our family.' Sunoo's sister knelt to pet it, giggling as it licked her hand. Her friends from America cooed, 'Girl, you're crying? This is the cutest surprise ever!'
As the night drew to a close, the restaurant's staff helped pack up leftovers, and guests began saying their goodbyes with hugs and promises to visit soon. Y/n's friends lingered, whispering about extending their stay. The puppy—now dubbed Luna, after the moonlit feel of the evening—curled up in Y/n's lap during the final toasts.
Sunoo drove them home, the city lights blurring past. Y/n leaned against him, Luna snoring softly in a blanket on the backseat. 'Thank you for everything,' she whispered. 'My family, your family, my friends flying in... the restaurant, the cake, and now her. It's been magical.'
He squeezed her hand. 'You make it easy to want to do all this. Happy birthday, Y/n. I love you more than words.'
In the quiet of the car, with Luna's gentle breaths and Sunoo's steady presence, Y/n felt a profound peace. It was a birthday wrapped in love, surprises, and the promise of many more sweet moments ahead.
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Party Girl - Park Jeongseong
pairing : Jay x black!fem!reader — genre : fluff, little bit of smut — requested: no - warnings: none go a little bit of Eater Jay
Requested : No
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The LA sun had dipped low, painting the sky in streaks of orange and pink as Jay's plane touched down. He'd come to visit his old friends from the trainee days—Marcus, Lena, and a handful of others who'd made the move to the States years back. Seoul felt a world away, with its relentless schedules and flashing lights, but here in Los Angeles, Jay craved the simplicity of just hanging out. His phone buzzed nonstop with group chat invites, and when Marcus texted about a house party up in the Hollywood Hills, Jay couldn't say no. 'It's low-key, promise,' Marcus lied through emoji. 'Just come unwind.'
Jay dressed casual—black hoodie unzipped over a plain tee, jeans that hugged his legs just right, sneakers scuffed from travel. The rideshare wound up narrow roads lined with palm trees, dropping him at a modern house perched on a cliff, music already pulsing from open doors. Laughter spilled out, mixing with the scent of grilled food and chlorine from the pool out back. Marcus greeted him at the entrance with a bear hug. 'Dude, you made it! Beers are in the kitchen—let's get you settled.'
The place was alive, bodies swaying to R&B tracks, fairy lights twinkling overhead. Jay nursed a drink, chatting with the crew about everything from old memories to new gigs, but his eyes kept drifting. Then he saw her. In the thick of the living room crowd, Y/N commanded attention without trying. Her brown skin gleamed under the warm glow of lamps, curly hair cascading in loose coils down her back, framing a face that lit up with every smile. She wore a fitted red dress that clung to her curves, the hem flirting with her thighs as she moved. People orbited her—friends pulling her into hugs, strangers drawn by her easy charisma. Jay's stomach flipped; she was magnetic, pulling him in from across the room.
'Who's that?' he murmured to Lena, nodding subtly.
Lena smirked, following his gaze. 'Y/N. She's a force—dancer, influencer, the whole package. Super popular around here. If you're into her, good luck. She's got a line a mile long tonight.'
Jay swallowed, but determination sparked. He wasn't one to back down, especially not from someone who made his pulse race like this. Waiting for a lull in her conversation, he approached, heart pounding. 'Hi, I'm Jay. Friend of Marcus's. This party's got some serious energy—you seem right at home.'
Y/N turned, her dark eyes locking on his with a playful glint. Up close, her curls smelled like vanilla and shea butter, her full lips parting in a grin. 'Jay, huh? Love the accent. Korea? I'm Y/N. And yeah, this is my vibe. You look like you're enjoying it too—or are you just scoping the scene?'
They clicked instantly, her teasing his 'cute' foreign charm, him laughing at her quick wit. But before he could ask for her number, a group of girls whisked her away to the dance floor. 'Duty calls!' she called over her shoulder, hips already swaying to the beat.
That was the start of his night-long pursuit. Y/N was a social storm, flitting from group to group, her laughter echoing everywhere. Jay trailed her like a shadow, determined to steal moments. On the patio, where she leaned against the railing chatting with a cluster of artists about upcoming collabs, he sidled up with two fresh drinks. 'Brought you this—figured you could use a break from the chaos.'
She accepted it with a raised brow, sipping as her friends eyed him curiously. 'Persistent, aren't you? What's your deal, Jay?'
'I just... really want to talk to you,' he admitted, voice earnest, eyes wide like a kid begging for a treat. 'Please? Five minutes?'
Her friends cooed at his puppy-dog plea, and Y/N's smile softened. 'Alright, five minutes. But make it good.' They chatted about her love for choreography, his passion for music, but soon a guy in a graphic tee pulled her into a debate about playlists. Jay hovered nearby, waiting, until she glanced back. 'You're still here?'
'Begging for more time,' he said with a sheepish grin, clasping his hands dramatically. 'Don't leave me hanging, Y/N.'
She laughed, the sound warm and throaty, but the night pulled her onward. At the snack table, surrounded by hungry partygoers piling plates with wings and dips, Jay appeared again, holding out a napkin. 'Try this—it's got that spicy kick you mentioned liking.'
'How'd you even hear that?' she asked, amused, as she took a bite.
'Ears everywhere when it comes to you,' he replied, leaning in close enough to catch the heat from her skin. Her friends dragged her to join a karaoke session next, where she belted out a soulful tune, voice rich and confident, curls bouncing as she owned the mic. Jay clapped loudest from the sidelines, then cornered her during the applause. 'That was incredible. Can I... buy you a real drink after? Please?'
Y/N's cheeks flushed—not just from the alcohol she'd been sipping steadily, but from his unwavering attention. 'You're relentless, puppy. Fine, one drink.' They grabbed shots at the bar area, her body brushing his in the crowd, sending sparks up his arm. She was tipsy now, movements looser, giggles spilling freer as tequila warmed her veins. But popularity didn't wane; a wave of admirers kept interrupting—old friends, flirty strangers—each stealing her away.
Jay didn't quit. By the pool, where she dipped her toes in the water chatting with swimmers, he knelt beside her, voice soft and pleading. 'Y/N, come dance with me? Just one song? I'm dying over here without you.'
She tilted her head, curls falling over one shoulder, her brown skin shimmering with a light sheen from the humid night. 'Begging again? You're too cute for your own good.' But she let him pull her up, their hands lingering as they swayed to a slow jam amid the chaos. Her body pressed close, curves molding against him, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just them—her breath on his neck, his hand at her waist.
As the hours ticked by, the party's frenzy softened. Y/N's drinks had caught up; she stumbled slightly on the way back inside, leaning heavily on a wall. Jay was there in an instant, arm around her waist. 'Hey, you okay? Let's sit down.'
'Mmm, maybe too many shots,' she admitted, words slurring just a bit, eyes glassy but affectionate as she looked at him. 'You're always popping up, huh? My knight or something?'
He guided her to a quieter couch in the dim living room, away from the dying beats. 'More like your shadow. Water?' He fetched a bottle, kneeling to hand it to her, his free hand brushing her knee. She sipped, sighing as the cool liquid soothed her.
'Thanks, Jay. You're sweet. Most guys would've bailed by now.' She patted the cushion beside her, and he sat close, letting her head rest on his shoulder. Her curls tickled his jaw, body warm and soft against his side.
'I couldn't bail. Not on you,' he murmured, fingers tracing light patterns on her arm. 'Tell me more about your dances? Or... anything. I just want you here.'
She hummed, the alcohol making her bold and cuddly. They whispered for what felt like hours—her sharing dreams of touring with her crew, him confessing how her energy had floored him from the start. Her hand found his thigh, squeezing gently, and the air thickened with unspoken want. Y/N shifted, straddling his lap suddenly, her dress riding up to expose smooth brown thighs. 'You begged all night... what do you want now, puppy?'
Jay's breath hitched, hands gripping her hips as her core pressed against the growing bulge in his jeans. 'You. All of you. Please, Y/N—let me make you feel good. I need to taste you.' His voice cracked with desperation, eyes pleading up at her flushed face.
She bit her lip, arousal flickering in her hazy gaze. 'Beg for it proper, then.'
'Please,' he whispered, nuzzling her neck, lips brushing her skin. 'Let me eat your pussy. I want to lick you until you cum on my tongue. I've been dying for it all night—please, Y/N, I'll do anything.'
Her laughter was breathy, fingers tangling in his hair as she nodded. 'Alright, beggar. Take me somewhere private.'
He scooped her up carefully, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her down a hallway to an empty guest room. The door clicked shut, muffling the party's hum. Jay laid her on the bed gently, mindful of her buzz, kissing her deeply—tongues sliding, her moans soft against his mouth. He peeled her dress up, exposing her lace panties already damp with need. 'So beautiful,' he breathed, hooking fingers in the fabric and tugging them down her legs.
Y/N's brown skin glowed in the low light, her pussy bare and glistening, folds plump and inviting. Jay settled between her thighs, hands spreading her wide, inhaling her musky scent. 'Fuck, you smell so good.' He dove in without hesitation, tongue flat and broad as he licked from her entrance to her clit in one slow stroke.
She gasped, back arching, curls splaying across the pillow. 'Jay—oh shit, yes.' His mouth worked her eagerly, lips sucking her clit gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking the sensitive nub. He begged between laps, voice muffled against her wet heat. 'Taste so sweet—please, cum for me. Let me have it all.'
Y/N's hands gripped his hair, hips bucking as pleasure built. He slid his tongue inside her, fucking her with it, nose bumping her clit while his fingers dug into her thighs. Her walls clenched around him, juices coating his chin, and she cried out, body trembling as orgasm crashed over her—waves of bliss making her thighs quake around his head.
Jay lapped her through it, not stopping until she tugged him up, panting. 'Come here, you.' She kissed him messily, tasting herself on his lips, then curled into his side, the high leaving her sleepy and sated.
He held her close, stroking her curls as her breaths evened out. 'Sleep, beautiful. I've got you.' The cuteness of it all—his protective arm around her, her soft snores against his chest—melted him. No regrets, just the warmth of connection.
Dawn crept in, sunlight filtering through blinds. Y/N stirred, groaning at the headache but smiling when she saw him. 'Last night... wow. You weren't kidding about chasing.'
Jay chuckled, kissing her forehead. 'Worth every beg. Coffee?'
She nodded, fingers lacing with his. 'And your number. This puppy's staying in LA a bit longer.'
As they joined the hungover crew for breakfast, stealing glances and touches, Jay knew this was just the beginning—sweet, steamy, and full of promise.
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Lee Seokmin x Joshua hong - Another World
pairing : DK x black!fem!reader x Joshua — genre : fluff, smut - requested: yes - warnings: nastiness, cute fluff for real , what we all wish would happen lmao
Decided to make a part 2 :P
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The steady drone of the airplane engines vibrated through Y/N's seat as she gazed out the window, watching the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean give way to glimpses of the California coastline far below. She was finally heading back to the United States after an intense few weeks in Seoul, where she'd been collaborating on choreography for an up-and-coming idol group. Her muscles still hummed with fatigue from endless hours in the studio, perfecting routines that demanded precision and power. But amid the exhaustion, a warmth lingered in her chest—thoughts of Joshua and DK, the two members of Seventeen who'd turned a one-night spark into a daily ritual of connection. Their messages had become her anchor, pulling her through late nights and early mornings.
As the plane descended into LAX, the seatbelt sign dinged off, and passengers stirred. Y/N stretched her legs, anticipation building as she anticipated checking her phone. The moment the wheels touched down and she was cleared to use devices, her screen lit up with notifications. The group chat with Joshua and DK was at the top, timestamped just minutes ago.
Joshua: Landed yet? We've been refreshing this chat like crazy. Safe travels, beautiful.
DK: Yeah, tell us when you're on solid ground. Can't wait to hear about the flight. And you. 😏
A smile tugged at her lips, easing the jet-lag fog. She typed back while waiting in the aisle, her carry-on slung over her shoulder.
Y/N: Just touched down! Everything was smooth, but I'm ready for a real bed. Miss chatting with you two already.
Joshua: Relief. Get some rest, but don't ghost us. Send a pic of your view from the airport?
DK: Or better yet, a selfie. Need that smile to start my day right.
She snapped a quick photo of the bustling terminal, her face peeking into the frame with a tired but genuine grin, and hit send. Their responses flooded in almost immediately—hearts from Joshua, a string of fire emojis from DK—setting the tone for what would become a flurry of exchanges over the next few days.
The first evening, after dragging her suitcase to her apartment and collapsing onto the couch, Y/N's phone buzzed again. She'd barely kicked off her shoes when the chat lit up.
DK: Home safe? Unpack and tell us about Seoul's best eats. Jealous you're back in the land of good burgers.
Y/N: Finally unpacked. Seoul had killer street food—tteokbokki that could set your mouth on fire. What's your go-to comfort food after a long day?
Joshua: For me, it's ramen. Simple, warm. But I'd trade it for whatever you're cooking right now. How's the jet lag hitting?
Their conversation meandered easily, from food to music. DK shared a clip of a new Seventeen track they were teasing, asking for her honest choreography feedback. Y/N responded with voice notes, humming along and suggesting hip isolations to amp up the sensuality. Joshua chimed in with thoughtful questions about her latest projects, his words always laced with that gentle flirtation that made her stomach flip.
By the second day, the rhythm had settled into something comforting yet charged. Y/N woke to Joshua's good morning text—a sunset photo from Seoul with a caption about how it reminded him of her 'fiery energy.' She replied with a coffee selfie, steam rising from her mug, and the chat exploded from there.
Y/N: Morning (or evening for you?). This brew is saving my life after yesterday's rehearsal.
DK: Looking cute even half-asleep. Rehearsal for what? Spill the deets.
Y/N: Auditioning dancers for a music video. High-energy stuff—lots of lifts and syncopated footwork. Wore me out.
Joshua: Sounds intense. Proud of you. If we were there, I'd be your hype man. Or your personal masseuse after.
Laughter bubbled up as she read that, her thumbs flying over the keys. They delved into deeper territory that afternoon, Y/N venting about a collaborator who kept nitpicking her vision.
Y/N: This guy's like, 'Make it more urban,' but then rejects every street-style move. Frustrating AF.
DK: Tell him to shove it. Your style's what makes it pop. Remember that routine you showed us? Gold.
Joshua: Seriously, trust your gut. We've seen how you command a room—er, screen. You're killing it.
Their encouragement wrapped around her like a hug, turning frustration into motivation. Evenings brought lighter vibes: DK sending goofy dance fails from practice, Joshua sharing poetry snippets that hinted at unspoken feelings. One night, as Y/N soaked in a bath, the chat turned playful.
DK: What's your wind-down ritual? Mine's belting out ballads in the shower.
Y/N: Bath time right now. Bubbles and chill playlist. Yours, Joshua?
Joshua: Reading or stargazing. But imagining you in bubbles? Way better distraction.
The flirtation simmered, a reminder of their shared history, keeping the distance from feeling too vast.
Three months had passed since that electric first meeting in Seoul, a hazy night of tangled limbs and breathless laughter that had unexpectedly evolved into this. What began as sporadic check-ins had morphed into near-daily threads—good mornings, late-night confessions, shared dreams. Y/N felt woven into their lives, her schedule syncing with theirs through time zones. She'd even joined the larger Seventeen group chat, where the thirteen members bantered like a chaotic family, pulling her into inside jokes and virtual game nights.
The announcement of Seventeen's U.S. tour stop for a major award show sent ripples of excitement through the chats. Y/N's phone vibrated nonstop as the full group piled on.
Hoshi: LA bound! Y/N, you in town? We need your dance tips live.
Mingyu: Award show hype. Come watch us slay.
S.Coups: Yeah, make it happen. It's been too long.
She kept her secret close, a thrilled grin hidden as she replied vaguely. The buildup to the event consumed her days—finalizing her own choreography gigs while counting down.
The award show night arrived like a storm of glamour and adrenaline. The venue thrummed with anticipation, spotlights sweeping the red carpet where celebrities posed and fans screamed from barricades. Backstage, Y/N adjusted the straps of her emerald green dress, the fabric clinging to her toned frame like a second skin. Her role as presenter had been a last-minute honor, tied to her rising profile in the industry, but she couldn't wait to see the shock on their faces.
When the host called her name, she strode onto the stage with poised steps, the audience's applause washing over her. Microphone in hand, she scanned the crowd, spotting Seventeen in the front rows, oblivious.
'Tonight, we celebrate global icons who've captured hearts worldwide. For Best International Group, the award goes to... Seventeen!'
The eruption was deafening—cheers, confetti cannons, the thirteen members leaping to their feet in a wave of coordinated chaos. They rushed the stage, suits sharp and smiles brighter, enveloping her in hugs and backslaps. Joshua's eyes met hers first, widening in realization, while DK pulled her into a quick, tight embrace, his whisper lost in the noise: 'You planned this?'
Their acceptance speech was a masterclass in charm: Woozi's heartfelt thanks to Carats, Seungkwan's dramatic flair, Vernon dropping English puns that drew laughs. Hoshi dedicated the win to 'inspiring friends like Y/N,' winking at her as cameras flashed. Poses for photos followed, arms slung around shoulders, the trophy gleaming under the lights.
Backstage, the green room became their sanctuary amid the post-win frenzy. Crew bustled with cables and water bottles, but the group claimed a corner, sprawling on worn couches. Y/N sank between Joshua and DK, the warmth of their bodies a subtle comfort.
'Okay, spill—how long have you known?' Jeonghan teased, popping a champagne cork.
Y/N laughed, accepting a glass. 'A week. Wanted to surprise you. Congrats, seriously—this is massive.'
The conversation flowed like old times, voices overlapping in excitement. Wonwoo leaned against the wall, arms crossed. 'Feels good to be here. Your presence made it perfect.'
As the energy settled, Y/N opened up, her words sincere. 'You guys have no idea the impact you've had on me. That first meeting? It was a turning point. After you shared my choreo clips online, inquiries poured in. Now I'm booked solid—choreographing for tours, judging dance comps, even guesting on shows. From freelance gigs to steady contracts, it's all thanks to your boost. I was struggling before, but now? Thriving.'
The room quieted, nods of pride rippling through. S.Coups smiled. 'We're the ones grateful. Your energy rubbed off—our stages feel sharper because of those tips you sent.'
The8 chimed in. 'And Carats? Exploded internationally. Fan cams of our dances with your influences are everywhere. U.S. shows sell out faster than ever.'
Dino bounced on his toes. 'Yeah! Your routines in edits? Viral. We've grown so much—new albums, world tours. It's wild.'
Stories poured out: Mingyu recounting a fan meet mishap, Joshua sharing how her texts inspired lyrics about longing. Laughter echoed as they swapped updates, the bond feeling unbreakable. Staff eventually herded them toward the after-party, promising more time later.
The after-party pulsed in a lavish ballroom, chandeliers casting golden light over velvet booths and a sprawling dance floor. Y/N navigated the crowd with the group, champagne flutes in hand. They claimed a VIP section, toasting repeatedly—'To Seventeen!' 'To Y/N's surprises!' Shots of soju-infused cocktails appeared, courtesy of playful Vernon and hyped Hoshi, but they sipped moderately, savoring the buzz without overdoing it. Joshua drew her into a slow dance, his hand low on her back, murmuring about how stunning she looked. DK joined for a group sway, his arm brushing hers, eyes sparkling with unspoken heat.
Conversations splintered—gossip about other artists, plans for future collabs—until yawns crept in around 1 AM. 'Time to crash,' Joshua said, stifling one. Hugs and cheek kisses exchanged, the group dispersed to their hotel vans. Y/N slipped into a cab for her downtown suite, the city lights blurring past as she replayed the night.
She'd just changed into a silk robe, the clock ticking past 1:30 AM, when her phone vibrated harshly on the nightstand. A message from DK in their private chat: an image that made her breath catch. His hand wrapped around his thick cock, veins prominent, tip glistening with pre-cum as he stroked slowly. The caption: Can't sleep. Thinking of you. Wish this was your hand.
Heat flooded her core, confusion mixing with arousal. She hit call without thinking, the line ringing twice before his voice answered, husky and slurred from lingering drinks.
'Y/N? Saw you call—fuck, that pic was impulsive.'
'What the hell, DK?' she said, half-laughing, half-breathless. 'You okay? That's... bold.'
He chuckled low, the sound ragged. 'Drunk and horny. Party got me reminiscing about you. Come over? Our hotel's close—please. Need you now.'
Her resolve crumbled instantly, the pull too strong. 'Address. I'm coming.'
Twenty minutes later, she knocked softly on the suite door, robe swapped for jeans and a fitted top that hugged her curves. DK yanked it open, eyes dark with lust, pulling her inside before the door even clicked shut. His mouth crashed onto hers, tongue delving deep, hands yanking at her shirt to expose her bra. She moaned into the kiss, fingers clawing at his pants, freeing his hard cock that she'd just seen in pixels.
'Been dying for this,' he growled, shoving her against the wall, hiking her top up to suck on her nipple through lace. His teeth grazed, then bit lightly, sending jolts straight to her pussy. Y/N ground against his thigh, already wet, as he spun her around, bending her over the nearby desk. Jeans and panties shoved down, he spanked her ass hard—once, twice—the sharp stings making her yelp and arch.
'Good girl, taking it like that,' he praised, spitting on his fingers before rubbing her puckered hole. 'Gonna fuck your ass tonight. You want that?'
'Yes—please,' she gasped, pushing back.
He spat again, slicking his cock, then pressed the head against her tight ring. Slow at first, he pushed in, the burn stretching her wide. Inch by inch, he filled her ass, groaning at the vice-like grip. 'So fucking tight. Perfect little hole for me.'
Once seated deep, he started thrusting, shallow then deeper, one hand choking her throat from behind, fingers squeezing just enough to make her vision spark. She clawed the desk, the mix of pain and pleasure building fast. His free hand reached around to rub her clit, but then— a knock at the door.
DK paused, buried to the hilt. 'Ignore it,' he muttered, but the knock came again, insistent.
'It's Joshua—open up!'
DK pulled out with a wet pop, smirking as he grabbed a robe. 'This'll be fun.' He cracked the door, and Joshua stumbled in, eyes widening at the sight: Y/N bent over, ass red from spanks, glistening with spit.
'Fuck... room for one more?' Joshua asked, already stripping, his cock springing free, hard and ready.
Y/N nodded eagerly. 'Join us.'
Joshua approached, kissing her deeply while DK resumed spanking her cheeks, each smack echoing. 'Look at you, so eager,' Joshua murmured, spitting into her open mouth before kissing her again, the salty taste mixing with their tongues. She swallowed, moaning as DK lubed her pussy with more spit, sliding two fingers in to stretch her.
They maneuvered her to the bed, Joshua lying back so she could sink onto his cock, her pussy swallowing him whole in one slick drop. He thrust up, hands on her hips, while DK knelt behind, spitting on her ass before pushing back in. Double-penetrated, Y/N cried out, the fullness overwhelming—Joshua's thick length pounding her front, DK's girth claiming her rear.
'That's it, take both our cocks,' DK grunted, spanking her ass rhythmically, red welts blooming. His hand snaked around to choke her again, thumb pressing her pulse. Joshua praised from below, 'Such a good slut for us, pussy clenching so tight. Swallow my dick deeper.'
She rode them hard, bodies slapping, sweat-slicked skin sliding. Joshua spat on her tits, rubbing it in as he pinched her nipples. The coil tightened—DK's thrusts erratic in her ass, Joshua's hips snapping up. She came first, screaming, walls pulsing around both, milking them.
DK pulled out, stroking to cum on her spanked ass, hot ropes painting her skin. Joshua flipped her, choking her lightly as he fucked her missionary, burying deep to flood her pussy with his release.
Panting, they collapsed, but Joshua's hand trailed back to her ass. 'Not done. Round two—your turn to choose.'
Y/N grinned, pulling them close. 'Anal again. Both of you.'
The night blurred into more—spit-slicked holes, choking grips, praising whispers amid spanks—until exhaustion claimed them, bodies entwined in satisfied bliss.
The first rays of dawn filtered through the heavy hotel curtains, casting a soft glow over the tangled sheets and sweat-dampened bodies. Y/N stirred first, her muscles aching in the best way from the night's relentless rhythm. Joshua lay on her left, his arm draped possessively over her waist, breath steady against her shoulder. DK flanked her right, one leg hooked over hers, his hand still loosely gripping her thigh as if afraid she'd slip away. The air hung thick with the scent of sex—musk, salt, and the faint tang of spilled release.
She shifted slightly, eliciting a low groan from DK as his eyes fluttered open. 'Morning already?' he mumbled, voice rough from hours of moans and commands. His fingers traced lazy circles on her skin, dipping toward the curve of her ass, still tender from the spanks that had left faint red marks.
Joshua woke with a stretch, his cock twitching against her hip as he pressed closer. 'Couldn't have dreamed a better wake-up,' he said, lips brushing her ear. He nuzzled her neck, then captured her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, tongue sliding in to taste the remnants of last night's passion.
Y/N melted into it, her body igniting anew despite the exhaustion. 'You two are insatiable,' she whispered when they broke apart, but her hand betrayed her words, reaching down to wrap around Joshua's hardening length, stroking firmly from base to tip.
DK chuckled, rolling her onto her back so he could hover above. 'Says the one who begged for more anal just hours ago.' He spat into his palm, slicking his own cock before guiding her hand to join the motion. She pumped them both now, alternating grips, watching their faces contort with pleasure.
'Look at you, handling us so well,' Joshua praised, his free hand sliding between her legs to part her folds. He found her clit swollen and sensitive, circling it with his thumb while two fingers plunged into her soaked pussy. She bucked up, gasping as he curled them against her walls.
DK leaned down, spitting directly onto her exposed breasts, the warm saliva dripping over her nipples. He smeared it with his tongue, sucking hard on one peak while pinching the other. 'Taste so good covered in us,' he murmured, then moved up to kiss her, letting more spit pool in her mouth before she swallowed it down with a needy whimper.
The praise fueled her, heat coiling tight in her belly. 'Fuck me again,' she demanded, releasing their cocks to spread her legs wide. 'Both of you—fill me up.'
Joshua positioned himself first, lining up at her entrance and thrusting in deep with one smooth motion. Her pussy clenched around him, still slick from their earlier loads. He set a punishing pace, hips snapping forward, each drive hitting that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes.
DK watched for a moment, stroking himself, then knelt behind Joshua—wait, no, he maneuvered around, lifting her hips slightly so he could access her ass. 'Gonna take this tight hole while he owns your cunt,' he growled, spitting copiously on her puckered entrance before pressing the head of his cock in.
The stretch burned deliciously as he sank inside, inch by thick inch, until she was impaled on both. They moved in tandem now—Joshua pulling out as DK pushed in, then reversing, their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall separating her channels. Y/N's cries filled the room, muffled only when Joshua's hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her pulse race.
'Good girl, taking two cocks like a champ,' Joshua rasped, his thrusts growing erratic. 'Your pussy's milking me so hard—gonna cum deep inside.'
DK's hand came down on her ass cheek with a sharp smack, the sound cracking like a whip. 'And this ass? Squeezing me perfect. Such a dirty slut for us.' Another spank followed, then another, her skin blooming pink under his palm. He spat on where they joined, the added slickness letting him pound harder, balls slapping against her.
The dual assault overwhelmed her—choking pressure on her neck, stinging slaps on her rear, the relentless friction inside. She shattered first, orgasm ripping through her like lightning, walls spasming around their lengths. Her vision blurred, body arching off the bed as she screamed their names.
Joshua followed seconds later, his grip tightening on her throat as he buried deep, hot cum flooding her pussy in thick spurts. 'Fuck—yes, take it all,' he groaned, collapsing forward to bite her shoulder.
DK held out longest, spanking her ass one final time before pulling out and flipping her onto her stomach. He straddled her thighs, stroking furiously over her reddened cheeks. 'Open wide,' he ordered, and she turned her head, mouth agape. But instead, he aimed lower—ropes of cum painting her spanked flesh, dripping down her crack.
They panted in the aftermath, Joshua easing off her neck to massage the marks, while DK collapsed beside her, pulling her into his chest. 'Round three later?' he teased, kissing her forehead.
Y/N laughed breathlessly, sandwiched between them. 'Only if you feed me breakfast first.' The morning stretched ahead, full of lazy touches and whispered promises, their connection deeper than ever in the quiet hotel suite.
Lee Seokmin , Hong Joshua - Another World
pairing : DK x black!fem!reader x Joshua — genre : fluff, Just reader being a fangirl lowk, — requested: yes - warnings: none, cute fluff for real , what we all wish would happen lmao
Requested by : @miazzatchanniesroom
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Y/N sat in front of her vanity mirror, the soft glow of ring lights illuminating her face as she adjusted her setup for the evening's live stream. As a wildly popular influencer with millions of followers across platforms, her makeup tutorials were a weekly ritual that drew in crowds from all corners of the internet. Tonight was no different—or so she thought. She was a die-hard K-pop fan, specifically a CARAT, but she rarely dove deep into that world on camera. Her content was a mix of beauty tips, lifestyle vlogs, and the occasional dance cover that had skyrocketed her fame. But her fans knew her passions ran deep, and tonight, they were prying.
She hit 'Go Live' on Instagram, her phone propped up perfectly. 'Hey everyone! What's up? It's your girl Y/N, back with another makeup session. I'm feeling a bold look tonight—smoky eyes and a red lip. Drop your questions in the comments, and I'll chat while I work.'
The viewer count skyrocketed almost immediately, hitting 50,000 in minutes. Comments flooded in: hearts, fire emojis, and the usual barrage of questions. Y/N smiled, her dark curls framing her face as she picked up her primer. 'Alright, first question from @beautyqueen23: What's your go-to skincare routine for travel? Girl, I swear by hyaluronic acid serums and those sheet masks you can slap on during flights. Keeps my skin hydrated without the drama.'
She blended the primer into her skin, her movements practiced and fluid. More questions poured in. '@foodieforever: Favorite late-night snack? Easy—spicy ramen with an egg on top. But don't judge me if I burn my tongue every time.' Y/N laughed, her voice warm and infectious, drawing even more viewers. She moved on to foundation, matching her rich brown tone seamlessly.
The chat shifted gears. K-pop questions started trickling in, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She was a CARAT through and through, but she'd kept her ultimate biases under wraps to avoid the fan wars. '@carat4life: Y/N, spill! Who's your bias in SEVENTEEN? We know you're a fan!' Y/N paused, her eyeliner pencil hovering mid-air. She bit her lip, glancing at the camera with a playful smirk. 'Okay, okay, you got me. I've been holding out, but since y'all are twisting my arm... My biases are DK and Joshua. Like, come on—DK's energy is unmatched, that smile could light up a stadium, and Joshua's voice? Smooth as butter. They're the full package.'
The chat exploded. Emojis flew, and new viewers piled in. '@diamondcarat: Wait, DK and Joshua? Iconic duo! Why them specifically?' Y/N chuckled as she winged her liner. 'DK because he's got that sunshine vibe—always hyping everyone up, and his vocals in 'Ready to Love'? Chef's kiss. Joshua... he's got this calm, gentlemanly charm, but then he hits those high notes and you're done. Plus, their chemistry in performances? Electric.'
She didn't stop there. Fans kept probing. '@kpopvibesonly: Favorite SEVENTEEN era?' 'Adore U for the fun, but Home; Sweet Home for the feels,' Y/N replied, dusting on highlighter that caught the light on her cheekbones. Non-K-pop questions interspersed: '@fitgirlgang: Workout tips? Pilates three times a week—keeps me toned without killing my vibe.' She demonstrated a quick stretch, her athletic build evident from years of dance practice.
The live stretched on for over an hour. Y/N answered about her favorite books ('The Hate U Give—powerful stuff'), travel dreams ('Japan for the cherry blossoms'), and even relationship advice ('Communication is key, but don't forget the little gestures'). By the end, as she set her red lipstick, the bias reveal had sparked a frenzy. 'Thanks for hanging out, fam! Love y'all—see you next time.' She blew a kiss and ended the stream, unaware of the storm she'd just ignited.
Y/N's birthday was just days away, and her revelation had CARATs buzzing. Her own fans, a diverse mix of beauty enthusiasts and K-pop lovers, saw an opportunity. Social media lit up with threads on Twitter: #Y/NxSEVENTEEN, fans tagging @pledis_17 and pleading for a birthday message from DK and Joshua. 'Y/N spilled her biases—give her the birthday love she deserves!' one viral tweet read, racking up thousands of retweets.
CARATs joined the chorus, creating fan edits of Y/N's dance covers synced to SEVENTEEN tracks. Her influence was massive—over 10 million followers—and the crossover appeal was undeniable. Petitions circulated, and by her birthday eve, it trended worldwide. Pledis took notice, but it was the idols themselves who caught wind through their managers.
A few days after her birthday—which she'd celebrated with a low-key party streamed live—Y/N decided to drop something special. As a renowned dance cover artist, her videos often went viral, blending her precise moves with K-pop choreography. She chose SEVENTEEN's 'HOT,' a track that showcased her biases perfectly. In her home studio, lit with neon lights, Y/N wore a cropped hoodie and high-waisted leggings that hugged her curves, her black skin glowing under the spots.
She hit record, syncing her phone to the beat. Her body moved with effortless grace—sharp isolations, fluid waves, and powerful locks that captured the song's fiery energy. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she nailed the chorus, her hips popping in rhythm, arms slicing through the air. The cover was two minutes of pure fire, ending with a fierce pose that screamed confidence.
Uploading to TikTok and Instagram Reels, she captioned: 'Channeling my biases' energy in #SEVENTEEN #HOT. Who's ready to burn it up? 🔥 #DanceCover #Y/NVibes.' Within hours, it exploded. Views climbed to millions, duets poured in, and CARATs shared it relentlessly. 'This is INSANE—Y/N slays!' comments flooded. By evening, it was trending, her name alongside SEVENTEEN's.
In the SEVENTEEN dorm, practice had just wrapped. The members lounged in the living room, scrolling phones amid snacks. Mingyu, ever the social media hawk, paused mid-bite of his protein bar. 'Yo, guys—check this out. Y/N, that influencer? Her dance cover to 'HOT' is everywhere.' He pulled up the video on the TV, the group gathering around.
DK's eyes widened as Y/N's figure filled the screen, her movements syncing flawlessly. 'Whoa, she's good. And she said we're her biases? That's wild.' Joshua leaned in, a soft smile playing on his lips. 'Her energy matches the choreo perfectly. Look at that hip work—spot on.' The room buzzed with approval; Hoshi nodded vigorously. 'She's got talent. No wonder it's viral.' Mingyu grinned. 'Twitter's blowing up with her and our names. Fans want us to react or something.'
A few days passed, and the trends held strong. #Y/NxDKxJoshua trended globally, fan theories and edits multiplying. During a group meeting, their manager brought it up. 'The buzz is good exposure. What if we film a quick birthday video for her? She's huge—could lead to collabs.' DK and Joshua exchanged glances, both intrigued. 'Let's do it,' DK said enthusiastically. Joshua nodded. 'Yeah, she deserves it after that shoutout.'
They set up in the practice room, casual in hoodies and jeans. DK started: 'Hey Y/N! Happy belated birthday from your biases. Loved your live—thanks for the love. That dance cover? Fire!' Joshua followed, his voice gentle: 'You're killing it out there. Keep shining—CARATs are proud.' They ended with synchronized waves, the clip short but heartfelt. Posted on Weverse and Twitter, it amassed millions of views overnight, fans screaming in the replies.
Word traveled fast in the industry. HYBE, with their vast network, monitored trends closely. A few days after the video dropped, executives reviewed analytics. Y/N's metrics were staggering—cross-cultural appeal, especially in the US and global markets. 'She's a goldmine,' one said. 'Pairing her with SEVENTEEN could boost international streams.'
They called in Joshua and DK for a private meeting in a sleek HYBE conference room. The execs laid it out: 'Y/N's influence is massive. We're thinking a collaboration—maybe a content series or dance challenge. What do you think?' DK's face lit up. 'I'm in. Her energy would vibe with us.' Joshua considered, then smiled. 'Sounds fun. She's talented—let's make it happen.' The deal was greenlit, outlines sketched for a 'Day in the Life' vlog and a YouTube interview segment.
Back in the US, Y/N was editing a new tutorial when her phone rang—her management team. 'Y/N, big news. HYBE reached out. They want you for a collab with SEVENTEEN—specifically DK and Joshua. Flights to Korea, full production, including a YouTube interview on your channel. This is huge!'
Y/N froze, her heart racing. 'Wait, what? Like, for real? An interview too?' Her manager laughed. 'Dead serious. Pack your bags—they're excited.' She squealed, jumping up. 'Oh my God, this is a dream! My biases? Collabing and on my YouTube? I'm screaming!' She paced her apartment, already envisioning the trip. That night, she posted a subtle teaser on Stories: 'Big things coming... 🇰🇷✨' Fans speculated wildly.
A few weeks later, Y/N touched down in Incheon Airport, nerves buzzing. A HYBE rep whisked her to a luxury hotel in Gangnam, her suite overlooking the city lights. Jet-lagged but exhilarated, she unpacked—outfits curated for the shoot, notebook in hand.
Alone in the room, she sat cross-legged on the bed, flipping open her journal. 'Okay, questions for the vlog and interview,' she murmured. 'DK, what's your pre-stage ritual? Joshua, how do you unwind after tours? For YouTube, maybe deeper stuff—like favorite collabs or fan moments.' She practiced aloud, her voice steadying. 'Y/N, tell us about your journey as an influencer.' She role-played responses, smiling at her reflection. 'This is it—professional, fun, no fangirling too hard.' But inside, excitement simmered; meeting them felt surreal.
The next morning, a van picked her up for HYBE studios. DK and Joshua waited in the lobby, both in casual athleisure—DK's bright smile immediate, Joshua's warm handshake polite. 'Y/N, right? Huge fan of your covers,' DK said, his energy infectious. Joshua added, 'Glad you made it. This'll be fun.'
Cameras rolled for the 'Day in the Life' segment. They started with vocal warm-ups in a practice room. Y/N watched, mesmerized, as DK hit high notes effortlessly, Joshua's tone rich and controlled. 'Your turn—try a line,' DK encouraged. She sang a snippet of 'HOT,' earning claps. Next, dance practice: they taught her a simplified choreo, her background shining as she matched steps. Sweat flew, laughter echoed—DK high-fived her after a perfect run, Joshua steadied her during a spin.
Lunch was bibimbap in the cafeteria, on-camera chit-chat flowing. 'Favorite US food?' Joshua asked. 'Mac and cheese, hands down,' Y/N replied. Afternoon brought a quick photoshoot, poses playful—DK throwing peace signs, Joshua's gentle gaze. Fans would eat it up; social clips already teased virality.
After the day wrapped, the team transitioned to a cozy interview setup in a soundproofed room, cameras angled for Y/N's YouTube channel. Her crew handled lighting, ensuring her signature warm aesthetic. DK and Joshua settled on a plush couch across from her, mics clipped on. 'Welcome to my channel, everyone! Today, I'm beyond excited because I've got two absolute legends: DK and Joshua from SEVENTEEN. Say hi!'
DK waved enthusiastically. 'Annyeong! Thanks for having us, Y/N.' Joshua smiled softly. 'Hello, Carats and Y/N's fans. This is special.' Y/N dove in, her questions polished from practice. 'First off, DK, as the mood maker of the group, what's one thing that always gets you hyped before a show?' DK leaned forward, eyes sparkling. 'Good music and good vibes—like dancing with someone who matches your energy. You nailed that in your cover, by the way.' He winked, and Y/N felt a flush creep up her neck.
She turned to Joshua. 'And you, Joshua—your English skills are amazing. How do you balance the global fanbase with personal time?' He thought for a moment, his gaze steady on hers. 'It helps having connections that feel real, like this one. Fans like you make it easier.' The compliment landed softly, drawing a genuine laugh from her. 'Aw, stop—you're making me blush.'
Questions flowed: favorite tour memories (DK's: 'That LA show where the crowd sang every word'), beauty tips (Joshua shared a simple skincare routine, prompting Y/N to nod approvingly), and collab dreams. 'Working with influencers like you bridges worlds,' DK added. 'It's fresh.' The interview ran 20 minutes, packed with laughs and insights, ending on a high note as they posed for thumbnails—Y/N sandwiched between them, arms linked casually.
As the cameras finally cut, the crew packed up, leaving the three in the lounge for a quick debrief. Y/N sank into the couch, exhaling. 'That was amazing, you guys. The interview felt so natural.' DK scooted closer, his knee brushing hers accidentally—or not. 'You made it easy. You're a pro at this.' His smile turned teasing, voice dropping a notch. 'Plus, you look great under those lights. That red lip from your live? Still slaying.'
Y/N's pulse quickened, meeting his gaze. 'Flatterer. But thanks—coming from you, that's high praise.' Joshua settled on her other side, his arm resting along the back of the couch, fingers lightly grazing her shoulder. 'He's right. And your questions? Thoughtful. Got me thinking about things I don't usually share.' His tone was low, intimate, eyes locking with hers in a way that sent warmth pooling in her chest.
The air hummed with tension, the flirtation edging bolder. DK's hand found her arm again, a gentle squeeze. 'We should do this more. Off-camera hangs in Seoul?' Y/N bit her lip, the attraction crackling—Joshua's thumb tracing a subtle circle on her shoulder, DK's laugh vibrating close. 'I'd like that,' she murmured, heart pounding. 'A lot.' They lingered in the charged silence, boundaries teasing but unbroken, until the rep's call pulled them apart, leaving Y/N breathless with possibility.
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Let me know if yall would like a part 2 let me know :) maybe it can be a lil nasty next time :P
SOOOOOO, author-nim🧍🏾♀️I was wondering if you could POSSIBLY.... write a dk x black!reader x Joshua🤷🏾♀️like only if you want to 👀and dk and Joshua are idols and the reader is like some kind of influencer that's SUPER popular, and she's kind of been a kpop fan(specifically a CARAT), and she's just like revealed her biases(dk and josh) and like her fans and some carats come together to get them to say a birthday video for her like try to link them up🧍🏾♀️😭and it can be a continuous story, it can be a smau or like whatever you want bc you're the author......😭🙏🏾
-ms. not so anonymous😭😪
I GOT UUUU I LOVEEEEE SVT DOWN BADDD just give me a little bit … coming soon ill tag u when its done 😈
I want more Blk (POC) Engenes on my TL! Why are you guys hiding from me! Lmao
Spotlight - Lee Heeseung
pairing : Heeseung x black!fem!reader — genre : fluff, sneaking around , — requested: no - warnings: none, just a little makeout sesh
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grand auditorium of the International Music Awards buzzed with electric anticipation. Crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting a kaleidoscope of lights over the sea of celebrities, musicians, and industry moguls. Red carpet arrivals had been a whirlwind of flashing cameras and designer gowns, but now, as the show kicked off, the real magic—or chaos—began. You, the rising pop star known for your powerhouse vocals and unapologetic stage presence, adjusted the microphone clipped to your sparkling bodysuit. Your skin glowed under the stage lights, a rich mahogany tone that contrasted beautifully with the silver sequins hugging your curves. Your hair was styled in sleek waves cascading down your back, and your makeup was bold—smoky eyes that could command a room, full lips painted a deep crimson.
Backstage, you caught a glimpse of ENHYPEN through a monitor. They were up soon, and you'd heard the hype about their latest album. Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted Heeseung, the group's oldest, with his sharp jawline, tousled dark hair, and those piercing eyes that seemed to hold a quiet intensity. You'd crossed paths briefly during rehearsals earlier that day—a polite nod in the hallway, nothing more—but something about him lingered in your mind.
Your performance slot arrived. The lights dimmed, and a low bass thrummed through the speakers as you strutted onto the stage. The crowd erupted as your backup dancers flanked you, their movements synchronized to the pulsing beat of your hit single, "Midnight Fire." You poured your soul into it, hips swaying with rhythmic precision, voice soaring from sultry lows to explosive highs. Sweat glistened on your collarbone as you hit the chorus, dropping to your knees for the bridge, the audience hanging on every note. It was raw, it was fierce—your heritage shining through in the soulful inflections that made your music uniquely yours.
From his seat in the artist section, Heeseung couldn't look away. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, mesmerized by the way you owned the stage. Your energy was infectious, a blend of vulnerability and power that pulled him in. He'd seen plenty of performances, but yours felt personal, like you were singing directly to the shadows in his own heart. When you locked eyes with the crowd during the final crescendo, he swore for a split second that your gaze flickered toward him. His pulse quickened, a warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with the venue's spotlights.
As your set ended with thunderous applause, you bowed, chest heaving, a triumphant smile breaking across your face. You slipped backstage, high-fiving your team, still buzzing from the adrenaline. Grabbing a water bottle, you peeked at the monitor just in time to see ENHYPEN take the stage. The lights shifted to a cooler blue hue, and there they were—seven young men in sleek black attire, exuding synchronized charisma. But your eyes zeroed in on Heeseung. He stood center, gripping the mic with confident ease as the synth-heavy intro of their new track, "Eclipse," filled the air.
Heeseung's voice cut through like velvet thunder, smooth and emotive, layering over the intricate choreography. They moved as one, flips and spins that defied gravity, but it was his solo verse that hooked you. He stepped forward, eyes closing briefly as he sang about hidden desires and fleeting connections, his tone laced with a husky depth that sent shivers down your spine. You watched, transfixed, as he poured emotion into every line, his body language fluid and expressive. The way his fingers gripped the mic stand, the subtle flex of his arms under the fitted shirt—it was captivating. By the time they hit the high-energy chorus, you were leaning against the wall, biting your lip, completely in awe. Who was this guy? His performance wasn't just polished; it was alive, mirroring the passion you felt in your own music.
The show dragged on with awards and speeches, but the air between your sections felt charged. You caught Heeseung glancing your way during a commercial break, a small smile tugging at his lips when your eyes met. It was fleeting, but enough to spark curiosity. Nominations came and went— you snagged one for Best New Artist, and ENHYPEN won for Group Performance. Congratulations rippled through the crowd, but neither of you approached the other. Not yet.
Hours later, the after-party shifted the energy from formal to electric. The venue transformed into a lavish lounge overlooking the city skyline, with velvet ropes, thumping bass from a DJ booth, and an open bar flowing with champagne and cocktails. You arrived in a sleek black mini-dress that hugged your figure, the fabric shimmering like liquid night against your skin. Your heels clicked against the marble floor as you navigated the crowd, accepting hugs from fellow artists and sipping a flute of bubbly to unwind.
Heeseung was there with his members, dressed down in a crisp white button-up rolled to his elbows and dark jeans that accentuated his lean build. The group clustered near a high-top table, laughing over shots, but Heeseung's eyes scanned the room restlessly. When he spotted you across the way, laughing with a producer, time seemed to slow. Your dress caught the low lights, highlighting the curve of your hips and the graceful line of your neck. He excused himself from the conversation, grabbing a fresh drink as an excuse to wander.
You turned just as he approached, nearly colliding in the throng of bodies. "Whoa—sorry," he said, steadying you with a gentle hand on your arm. His touch was warm, lingering a second too long.
"No harm done," you replied, your voice carrying that signature lilt from your performances. Up close, he was even more striking—tall, with a faint scent of cologne that mixed sandalwood and citrus. "Heeseung, right? Killer set tonight."
His eyes lit up, a genuine grin spreading. "And you're... well, everyone knows you. That performance? Insane. I couldn't stop watching."
The compliment warmed you more than the alcohol already buzzing in your veins. You clinked glasses, falling into easy chatter about the show, the nerves, the highs of performing. Minutes blurred into an hour as you both loosened up, the tipsiness from shared rounds of tequila sunrises making laughter come freer, touches accidental but electric—a brush of fingers when passing a drink, a lean-in to hear over the music.
His members glanced over occasionally, but Heeseung waved them off, drawn into your orbit. You talked about everything: the grind of tours, the thrill of a perfect harmony, even the awkward award show small talk. There was a spark, undeniable, in the way his gaze held yours, dark and intent.
"It's stuffy in here," you said eventually, fanning yourself with a hand, the alcohol making your skin flush. "Wanna find some air?"
He nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Lead the way."
You slipped through a side door into a dimly lit balcony overlooking the glittering city. The cool night breeze was a relief, carrying hints of rain on the horizon. Alone now, the flirtation amped up. He leaned against the railing beside you, close enough that your shoulders touched.
"You know, I kept thinking about your voice during our set," he admitted, voice low. "Like, how do you hit those notes?"
You turned to face him, emboldened by the buzz. "Practice. And a little fire inside. What about you? That emotion in your solo—where's it from?"
His hand found yours on the rail, thumb tracing a light circle. "Real life, I guess. Moments like this."
The pull was magnetic. You stepped closer, and he met you halfway, his lips brushing yours in a tentative kiss that quickly deepened. It started soft—his mouth warm and exploratory, tasting of lime and tequila. Your hands slid up his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart under the thin fabric. Heeseung's fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head as the kiss grew hungrier, tongues dancing in a slow, teasing rhythm.
You pressed against him, the heat of his body seeping through your dress. His free hand settled on your waist, pulling you flush, a soft groan escaping when you nipped his lower lip. The world narrowed to this—the slide of his lips, the way he kissed like he sang, with full commitment. Your back hit the balcony wall gently, and he followed, one knee nudging between yours for balance. It was intense but restrained, breaths mingling in the cool air, no rush beyond the building ache.
A sudden burst of laughter from inside shattered the moment. Footsteps approached, and Heeseung pulled back reluctantly, forehead resting against yours. "They're looking for me," he murmured, eyes dark with want.
The door swung open, revealing Jay and Sunghoon, Heeseung's members, scanning the balcony. "Hyung! There you are," Jay called, spotting him. "We've been waiting—photos, then we're heading out."
Sunghoon's eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, but he played it cool. "Oh, hey. Didn't mean to interrupt."
Heeseung straightened, but his hand stayed on your hip, possessive. "Give me a minute?"
You smoothed your dress, cheeks warm, but smiled at them. "No worries, guys. Great meeting you."
Jay nodded politely. "You too. That performance was fire."
Heeseung turned back to you, reluctance etched in his features. "I don't want to go. Not yet. Can I... get your number? Or see you again?"
The vulnerability in his voice tugged at you. You pulled out your phone, exchanging digits quickly. "Text me. Soon."
As his members tugged him away, he glanced back, that awe from earlier mirrored in his eyes—now mixed with something deeper, a promise of more stolen moments. You watched him disappear into the party, heart racing, already replaying the kiss. The night air felt charged, full of possibilities, and for the first time in a long while, the spotlight felt shared.
Epilogue Tease
The next morning, your phone buzzed with a simple text: Can't stop thinking about last night. Coffee? - Heeseung. You smiled, typing back a yes, the awe from the award show evolving into anticipation for what came next.
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I haven’t posted in a while lol but I hope you all enjoy
OUR TIME - Park Sunghoon
pairing : sunghoon x black!fem!reader — genre : fluff, just major fluff, established relationship — requested: no - warnings: none, just hoonie wanting to bring his girl more into his world
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The winter air nipped at your cheeks as you stepped into the quiet ice rink, the scent of fresh snow and distant pine trees mingling in the crisp evening. Sunghoon had rented out the entire place just for the two of you—no crowds, no distractions, only the soft glow of the overhead lights and the smooth expanse of ice waiting. His hand was warm in yours, fingers laced through yours with that gentle possessiveness he always carried. He was dressed casually—a black beanie pulled low over his dark hair, a cozy scarf wrapped around his neck, and his signature smile lighting up his face as he glanced at you. Your brown skin caught the twinkling rink lights beautifully, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest at how effortlessly he made you feel special. The rink echoed faintly with the sounds of holiday music playing softly from hidden speakers, creating a magical, intimate atmosphere that made everything feel like your own private world.
"Ready for this?" he asked, his voice soft with excitement, eyes sparkling like the ice below. You nodded, squeezing his hand tighter. Ice skating wasn't your strongest suit—you'd only been a few times before, and those ended in more giggles than grace—but with Sunghoon, the former Olympic hopeful turned ENHYPEN star, you felt safe and thrilled. He led you to the rental area, where a lone attendant handed over the skates with a knowing smile, respecting the privacy of the rented space. As you sat on the bench to lace them up, Sunghoon knelt in front of you, his hands deftly tightening the laces on your boots.
"You look adorable," he murmured, his gaze lingering on the way your curls framed your face under your knit hat. The cold made your nose a bit rosy, and he reached up to tuck a stray strand behind your ear, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary. You felt a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the layers you wore. Once your skates were secure, he did the same for his own, standing up with that easy confidence born from years on the ice. He offered his hand again, pulling you to your feet, and together you shuffled toward the ice, the world tilting slightly as the solid ground gave way to the slick surface.
Stepping onto the ice, you immediately wobbled, your arms flailing for balance. Sunghoon was right there, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to steady you. "I've got you," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. He guided you in slow, tentative circles at first, holding both your hands as you found your footing. With the rink all to yourselves, there were no collisions to worry about—just the two of you, gliding in peaceful loops. Laughter bubbled up from your chest as you clung to him, your skates scraping awkwardly while his moved with effortless grace. "See? You're a natural," he teased, though you both knew that was far from the truth.
As you gained a bit more confidence, he released one hand, letting you skate side by side while still holding the other. The holiday playlist drifted through the air—gentle renditions of 'Winter Wonderland' and 'Let It Snow'—and Sunghoon hummed along under his breath, his voice low and melodic. He pointed out little details: the way the lights danced across the ice like falling stars, or how the empty benches around the edge looked inviting for a future rest. "Remember your first time skating?" you asked, glancing at him as you pushed forward together. He chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, yeah. I fell so many times, my mom thought I'd never get up. But I loved it—the rush, the focus. It was like nothing else mattered. I'd wake up at dawn, lace up my skates, and just go. Hours on the ice, perfecting every edge, every turn. It was my escape, my passion."
Halfway around what felt like your tenth lap, Sunghoon pulled you closer, his arm slipping around your shoulders. The two of you slowed to a gentle glide, the vast rink amplifying the intimacy. "You know, I miss this sometimes," he confessed quietly, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia that tugged at your heart. You tilted your head, looking up at him with curiosity. "Miss what? The competitions?" He shook his head slightly, his eyes distant for a moment as he stared at the ice ahead. "The freedom of just skating for the joy of it, without the pressure of judges or schedules. Back then, it was my whole world—pushing my limits, feeling the wind rush past as I jumped or spun. There were lonely practices where I'd imagine crowds cheering, but mostly, it was just me and the ice, finding that perfect flow."
He paused, spinning you gently under his arm before pulling you back in close, your bodies brushing as you resumed skating. "But being an idol? I love it too. The music, the fans, performing on stage... it's a different kind of thrill. Sharing that energy with thousands, creating moments that last—it's incredible. And now, sharing this with you? That's the best part. It reminds me why I fell in love with skating: the simple happiness of moving with someone who matters, no expectations, just us." His words hung in the air, sincere and vulnerable, and you felt your heart swell. Sunghoon rarely delved into his past like this, the dreams he'd traded for spotlights and tours, and hearing him open up made the rented rink feel even more like a sanctuary.
"I'm glad you brought me here," you replied softly, resting your head briefly on his shoulder as you skated side by side. The rhythm of your blades synced up a little more, a small victory that had you smiling. "It means a lot that you'd share this with me. I can see it in your eyes—how the ice still pulls at you." He smiled down at you, pressing a quick, feather-light kiss to your temple. "It does. But only when you're here with me." The two of you continued, weaving lazy patterns across the ice with linked arms. He demonstrated silly tricks from his skating days, like a playful backward glide that had you both laughing when he exaggerated it just to make you smile. You tried a simple twirl next, encouraged by his cheers, but ended up tumbling forward into his chest. He caught you effortlessly, holding you there for a beat longer than needed, his heartbeat steady under your palm.
"Okay, pro, show me how it's done," you challenged, stepping back with a grin. Sunghoon's eyes lit up, and with a playful bow, he executed a smooth glide backward, followed by a quick spin that echoed softly in the empty space. He extended his hand again, pulling you into a gentle sway, like you were dancing on ice under the stars. The cold wind from your movements whipped at your faces, but the warmth between you kept it at bay. You shared stories as you went—him recounting a chaotic group skate with his members that devolved into a hilarious pile-up, you describing your own childhood winter adventures that usually wrapped up with snowball fights and warm hugs from family. Each laugh, each shared glance, built a cozy bubble around you, making the private rink your exclusive haven.
After what felt like hours—but was probably closer to an hour—of exhilarating laps and playful tumbles, your legs started to ache from the unaccustomed effort, and Sunghoon noticed your slight wince. "Time for a break?" he suggested, steering you toward the edge with a supportive hand on your back. You nodded gratefully, and he helped you off the ice, his arm steady around your waist until you reached solid ground. The transition back to the carpeted area felt jarring but welcome, your cheeks flushed from exertion and joy, a light sheen of sweat making your brown skin glow under the lights. Sunghoon unlaced your skates first, his fingers careful and attentive, then his own, before slipping back into your boots and his sneakers.
"There's a hot chocolate stand a few blocks down—best in the city," he said with a wink, zipping up his jacket and offering his arm. You bundled up against the deepening chill outside, the rented rink's door clicking shut behind you as you stepped into the snowy street. The city was alive with holiday cheer—strings of lights draped over lampposts, distant carols floating from shops—but the walk was short and sweet, just enough to cool you down without freezing. Sunghoon kept you close, his body shielding you from the light flurries starting to fall, chatting animatedly about the next time you'd skate, maybe with a lesson from him on a basic spin.
The stand was a charming little wooden cart tucked under an awning, steam rising from a large pot as the vendor ladled out mugs. The air smelled of rich cocoa and vanilla, and Sunghoon ordered two extras—topped with whipped cream, mini marshmallows, and a dash of peppermint for that festive kick. He paid with a quick tap of his phone, then handed you your mug, the warmth seeping through your gloves instantly. You strolled slowly back toward the rink's direction, sipping the velvety drink, the sweetness melting on your tongue like a hug in liquid form. Snowflakes caught in your curls, and Sunghoon brushed one away gently, his eyes soft as he watched you.
Finding a quiet bench along the way, partially shielded by evergreens, you both sat, the city lights twinkling around you. He sat close, his thigh pressing against yours for shared warmth. "This hits the spot," you sighed, licking a bit of whipped cream from your lip. He chuckled, reaching over to dab at a smudge on your cheek with his thumb, his touch lingering with casual affection that made your stomach flip. The conversation flowed easily at first—recounting your favorite moments from the skate, teasing him about his 'pro' status despite that one wobbly recovery, and brainstorming what trick you'd master next time (something simple, you insisted, while he promised to catch you every fall).
But as the mugs emptied halfway, Sunghoon's expression turned a shade more serious, though his eyes remained gentle and warm. "What do you think about us?" he asked, leaning forward slightly, his voice low to keep the moment private amid the occasional passersby. "I mean, with my career... the public eye. We've kept things low-key so far, just stolen moments and late-night texts, but I want more. Dates like this, without always looking over our shoulders. Holding your hand in public, introducing you properly—not as a secret, but as my person."
You nodded thoughtfully, stirring the remnants of your drink with the spoon, the marshmallows now a gooey swirl. "I love what we have—it's real, you know? The way you make me feel seen, like I'm the only one in the room, even when you're surrounded by fans and cameras. But yeah, the fans, the media... it could be intense. People might speculate, say things about me, about us being different." You gestured vaguely, aware of the potential whispers about a Black woman with a K-pop idol, the cultural mix that might spark curiosity or criticism. It wasn't something you fixated on, but it was there, a quiet undercurrent. Sunghoon's brow furrowed, and he reached across the space between you, covering your hand with his larger one, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your skin.
"Hey, let them talk," he said firmly, his gaze locking onto yours with unwavering conviction. "You're incredible—the way you light up a room, your laugh, how you challenge me to be better every day. That's what matters to me. My members already adore you; Jay keeps asking when you're coming to the next game night, and Jungwon says you're the best influence on me, keeping me grounded. The fans? The real ones will support us. They'll see how happy you make me, how we fit together perfectly. And if there are negatives... we'll face them together. I just want to build this with you, step by step. No rush, but no hiding either. Imagine concerts where you're front row, cheering louder than anyone, or trips where we walk hand in hand, no disguises."
His words wrapped around you like the steam from your mug, easing the uncertainties that had been simmering beneath the surface. The vulnerability in his voice, the way he prioritized 'us' over the whirlwind of his idol life, made you fall for him a little harder. The falling snow reflected the streetlights, making them shimmer as he leaned in closer on the bench. "I really like you," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the soft crunch of snow under distant footsteps. The air between you thickened with unspoken promises, and before you could respond, he closed the distance, his lips brushing yours in a sweet, lingering kiss.
It was soft and unhurried, tasting faintly of peppermint and chocolate, his free hand cupping your cheek tenderly to angle your face just right. There was no rush, no heat—just pure, gentle affection that made your heart race in the best way, his lips moving against yours with careful exploration, savoring every second as if etching it into memory. When he pulled back slightly, his forehead rested against yours, a shy smile playing on his lips. "See? We can handle whatever comes," he murmured, his breath mingling with yours in the cold air.
You smiled back, your hand still in his, heart full to bursting. "Yeah, we can." The snow continued to fall lightly, dusting your shoulders and the bench in white, adding to the fairy-tale magic. Sunghoon finished his hot chocolate first, then yours if you let him, before standing and offering his hand. "One more lap before we head out?" he suggested, eyes hopeful and bright. You agreed, and as you walked the short distance back to the rink, the kiss seemed to infuse your steps with new lightness. Back on the ice for that final glide, you skated closer, more boldly, stealing glances and brushes of hands, the private space allowing you to savor every moment without a care.
As the evening wound down, the rink's lights dimming slightly to signal closing time, Sunghoon helped you with your coat one last time, his hands lingering on your shoulders with a soft squeeze. He walked you to the exit, his arm around your waist against the deepening cold, the city lights twinkling beyond like a promise of more nights like this. Pulling you aside under a nearby streetlamp, away from the quiet street, he tucked you against his side. "Tonight was amazing," he said, his voice warm despite the chill. "Thank you for coming with me—for sharing this part of my world." You leaned into him, the taste of hot chocolate and his kiss still lingering, the future feeling brighter than the holiday lights around you. With Sunghoon, every step forward felt like gliding on ice: smooth, exhilarating, and full of possibility.
GETAWAY - Ni-ki
pairing : niki x black!fem!reader — genre : smut and fluff , slow burn kind of — requested: no - warnings: a lil nasty
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The sun dipped low over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as Enhypen's private jet touched down on the secluded airstrip of Isla Paradiso, a luxurious beach cabana resort accessible only to the elite. The group—Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Niki—had been granted this exclusive getaway as a reward for their grueling world tour. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the air hummed with the promise of relaxation. Niki, the youngest at 20, felt a thrill of freedom as they piled into golf carts that whisked them to their oceanfront cabanas.
That night, the resort's club pulsed with low-key energy—soft reggae beats mixing with the crash of waves, fairy lights strung between cabanas, and a crowd of affluent guests mingling under the stars. Niki slipped away from his members, craving a moment alone. He leaned against the bar, sipping a virgin piña colada, when he noticed her. Yn, with her rich brown skin glowing under the lights, laughed with a small group of friends. Her curls cascaded down her back, and her sundress hugged her curves in a way that made his pulse quicken. She caught his eye, and something electric passed between them.
Emboldened, Niki approached. "Mind if I join? I'm Niki," he said, his voice smooth despite the nerves fluttering in his chest. Yn turned, her full lips curving into a smile that lit up her dark eyes. "Yn. And sure, the more the merrier." They talked effortlessly—about the island's hidden coves, her love for spontaneous adventures, his passion for dance. Laughter flowed as easily as the drinks, and soon the music pulled them to the dance floor. Niki extended his hand, and Yn took it, her fingers warm against his. They moved together to the rhythmic sway of the bass, bodies brushing close in the humid night air. His hand settled on her waist, guiding her hips as she rolled against him, the friction sending sparks through his veins. She laughed when he spun her playfully, her curls whipping around, and he pulled her back in, their chests pressing together. The dance was intimate, charged with unspoken desire, her breath hot on his neck as they grinded slowly, lost in the moment.
"Walk with me?" Niki asked as the club thinned out. Yn nodded, and they strolled along the moonlit beach, toes sinking into the warm sand. Conversation turned personal—dreams, fears, the loneliness of fame for him, the thrill of travel for her. At his cabana door, the tension snapped. He pulled her close, lips brushing hers tentatively at first, then deepening as she melted into him. "Come inside," he murmured against her mouth.
The cabana was a haven of luxury: king-sized bed draped in white linens, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sea, the sound of waves a constant lullaby. Niki's hands roamed her body slowly, unzipping her dress with reverence, letting it pool at her feet. She stood before him in lace panties, her full breasts bare and inviting. He traced the curve of her hips, his breath hitching. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, kissing down her neck, across her collarbone. His tongue flicked over her nipple, drawing a soft gasp from her as he sucked gently, then harder, feeling it pebble under his mouth.
Yn tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his toned chest, the result of endless dance practices. They undressed each other piece by piece, skin meeting skin in the dim lamplight. Niki guided her to the bed, laying her on her stomach, his lips trailing kisses along her spine. He paused to massage her shoulders, thumbs kneading the tension away, before his hands slid lower, cupping her ass and spreading her cheeks slightly. His hard cock pressed against her thigh as he ground slowly, building the heat. "God, your skin is perfect," he said, voice husky. His fingers dipped between her thighs, finding her wet pussy, stroking her folds until she moaned softly. He circled her clit with deliberate pressure, then slipped two fingers inside, curling them to hit that spot that made her buck against the mattress.
"You like that, pretty?" Niki asked, pumping his fingers slowly, his thumb rubbing her clit in tandem. Yn nodded into the pillow, her hips lifting to meet his hand. He withdrew, positioning himself behind her, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance. He entered her inch by inch, savoring the tight warmth enveloping him, pausing halfway to let her adjust, kissing the small of her back. Yn arched her back, pushing back to take him deeper, and he groaned at the sensation. Niki set a slow rhythm, thrusting deep and deliberate, his hands gripping her hips. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he groaned, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. Each stroke was sensual, his body covering hers, the slap of skin muffled by the sheets. He pulled her up slightly onto her knees, one hand sliding to her clit, circling it as he fucked her from behind, the angle letting him hit deeper.
"You sound so sexy when you moan like that," Niki praised, his pace steady, drawing out her pleasure. Yn gasped, her walls clenching around his cock. "Pretty girl, taking me so well." His words washed over her like the tide, making her tremble. He varied his thrusts—long and slow, then short and teasing—watching her ass jiggle with each movement. Sweat slicked their bodies, and he reached around to pinch her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. The intimacy built languidly, breaths mingling as he nipped at her earlobe. "Tell me how it feels," he urged, his voice low and commanding.
"So good... so full," Yn whimpered, grinding back against him. Niki's hand returned to her clit, rubbing faster now, matching the building intensity. She cried out, her body tensing. "Daddy, please... harder." The word slipped out in the heat, and Niki's eyes darkened with lust. "That's it, baby," he murmured, increasing his thrusts just enough, pounding deeper without losing the sensual roll of his hips. He felt her pussy fluttering, close to the edge. "Come for me, pretty. Cream on my shit," he growled, the dirty command pushing her over.
Yn shattered with a cry, her pussy pulsing around his cock, juices coating him as she came hard. Niki kept thrusting through her orgasm, prolonging it until she was shaking. Only then did he let go, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her, filling her with hot cum, his groans mixing with hers. They collapsed together, tangled and spent, his arms wrapping around her as the waves sang them to sleep.
The next morning, Niki woke alone, the sheets cool where Yn had been. Panic flickered—he hadn't gotten her number in the haze of passion. He threw on shorts and a tee, heart racing as he stepped out into the morning sun. First, he checked the beach path they'd walked, scanning the shoreline for any sign of her, but it was empty save for early joggers. Disappointment gnawed at him, so he headed to the resort's main dining area, weaving through tables laden with tropical breakfasts. He asked the waiter discreetly, "Have you seen a woman with long curls, maybe in a sundress? We met last night." The man shook his head, and Niki moved on, frustration building.
Next, the infinity pool—its edge blending seamlessly with the ocean. He circled the loungers, peering at every face, his members spotting him from afar and calling out jokes about his 'mystery girl.' Niki ignored them, checking the spa entrance nearby, where guests emerged wrapped in towels. Nothing. By mid-morning, sweat beaded on his forehead from the heat and anxiety. He rented a bike and pedaled to the quieter coves, stopping at each to search the sands and hammocks strung between palms. His mind replayed the night—her laugh, her touch—fueling his determination. Lunchtime found him at the beach bar, nursing a coconut water while grilling the bartender. "Dark skin, beautiful smile?" Still no luck.
Afternoon dragged as he hit the yoga pavilion, the snorkeling dock, even the small boutique shop for souvenirs. His phone buzzed with texts from Jay asking where he was, but Niki silenced it, focused. Finally, as the sun climbed high, he approached the infinity pool again, determined for one last sweep. There she was, lounging with a book, her bikini accentuating her curves. Relief flooded him as he approached. "Hey, stranger. Thought I lost you."
Yn looked up, surprise melting into a grin. "Niki! I didn't want to wake you." They spent the rest of the day together—snorkeling in crystal waters, sharing fresh fruit under a cabana, talking about everything and nothing. As the sun set, their hands intertwined, and the flirtation deepened into something real. "Last night was incredible," Niki confessed over dinner, his thumb stroking her palm. "But this... getting to know you... it's even better."
Yn's heart swelled. "I feel it too." The remaining days blurred into a romantic haze: lazy mornings in bed, exploring hidden lagoons, stolen kisses under the stars. They shared stories of their lives—his idol struggles, her dreams of writing travel blogs. Laughter and touches wove them closer, turning lust into affection.
When the trip ended, the goodbye at the airstrip was bittersweet. "This isn't the end," Niki promised, pulling her into a fierce hug. "Text me every day?" Yn nodded, tears pricking her eyes as she watched his plane lift off.
Back in their separate countries—him in Seoul, her in the States—they kept their word. Late-night calls turned into video dates, flirty texts into heartfelt confessions. "I miss your laugh," he'd say, or "Can't stop thinking about that beach." Weeks stretched into months, but the connection only grew.
Finally, Niki couldn't wait any longer. He arranged a surprise: a first-class ticket to Korea. When Yn stepped off the plane at Incheon, he was there, flowers in hand, his smile brighter than the city lights. "Welcome home," he said, kissing her deeply.
Their date was perfect—a private hanok dinner overlooking the Han River, lanterns floating like stars. They walked hand-in-hand through Namsan Tower, locking a love padlock with promises etched inside. As they returned to his apartment, the night reignited their passion, but now laced with love. Niki held her close, whispering, "You're my everything," as they moved together, bodies and hearts entwined.
