#zomst x reader

[amyyiass]

Lost to Fate.

ZOMST x GN!Reader Till x GN!Reader Summary: After Till confessed and you both graduated, you were determined to become a KPOP idol with your boyfriend, until it consumed you both entirely.

A/N: HI GUSYSYS what did we think about the new zomst ?!!? I SURE LVOED IT ALOT. I wanted to write ep 1 with you and Till replacing Mizisua, so i hope you guys like it and it Isnt BORINGGG..

It was never supposed to be like this, you know?

Death.

Pain.

He had believed you two were supposed to live happily, like a fairytale. Or whatever bullshit he could come up with.

But it never happened.

He sneaked into the building of the industry that you worked at as a K-POP idol, just to see you.

The last time you saw each other wasn't the greatest.

"I'm trying my hardest to keep up, okay, Till?!" You gripped your hair as you yelled at him.

"I-I have to do this- it's not that easy to just... give up, okay?!"

He couldn't say or do anything besides stare at you in your dying eyes. He knew things were about to go to hell, maybe you didn't but it was enough that he knew.

He slowly reached out his hand, "Y/N-"

You flinched before backing up slowly, turning a corner before you could let the pain in his eyes sink in your heart.

So here you two were now, one half alive, the other... dead in his heart.

You had a blindfold over your eyes, your mouth was dry. You were barely breathing steadily. Yet, he couldn't think of another time more romantic than this.

After all this time, he still can't believe he was... dating the person he had spent so long chasing.

You were so pretty.

You were charming.

Handsome and beautiful in your own ways.

Maybe what you were about to become was going to appeal to him, after all, he did say the reason he liked you was because you were, gorgeous, to say the least.

He kneeled down, giggling to himself as tears streamed down his cheeks, stroking your cold, but slightly warm cheek with his trembling fingers as he leaned in to press a kiss on your dry lips.

After all this time, he just couldn't stop loving you. No matter what you had become. Or what you had both been through.

Maybe in another universe, you could both live happily.

And you could sing on stage with thousands to see.

To come out on first place.

[msnoirgirl]

thinking of butch! hyuna…as your gf

listen to some tunes ! cr for pictures

Filled with quality time. She is spontaneous, and likes new things, especially when you’re by her side to experience them. If you wanna go downtown for some well deserved window shopping after school, she’ll do just that. Maaaaybe she’ll buy you some stuff and will INSIST on holding your bags. And when you’ll feel bad about that, she’ll pull you in a quick kiss to reassure you that everything’s fine.

She doesn’t want you to be worried about a thiiing.

However, if you’re not in the mood to go out, Hyuna won’t mind staying by your side whether it’s watching the telly on the couch, your body laying on top of hers. When your eyes will feel heavy, she’ll lift you up with her hands grabbing the back of your thighs to settle you in your bed.

Big spoon in bed.

Heavy on you sitting on her lap. DO ITTTT. There’s isn’t a moment where she doesn’t want her pretty girl on her lap while you listen to music or beef with kids on Roblox.

She also gives good massages. Imagine, you spent hours playing some game on your phone with a messed up posture, and she comes behind you to pull you on her lap, gently scolding you for looking like the hunch man.

When you allow her, her flexible fingers will properly focus on every nook and cranny of your back, hands covered in coconut oil. And she’ll end up doing your whole body as well, that she will compliment with kisses and soft breathy praises.

“Aren’t you so lovely?”

“The most,” mwah “adorable,” mwah “funniest,” mwah “cutest girl I’ve seen. My golden girl.”

Because you look so adorable!

And when you do, prepare yourself for tons of cuddles afterwards.

Also, Hyuna never noticed how good you smelled, I mean never paid attention to it, but she felt like it. That citrus and apple smell of yours, mixed with the coconut oil? Need it NEOWWWW.

Speaking of feeling, Hyuna is huuuge on doting. You ARE her princess so you get whatever you want with her, but she also need that love in return. And she becomes ecstatic when you give it to her.

She’s definitely a gym rat. And you thank every deity existent in the world for that because she can you anytime she wants.

Imagine again, her beefy tanned arms around your waist while she pulls you close from any danger coming your way. Holding you over her shoulder with one arm, your legs dangling in front of her. When someone you or she doesn’t know is messing with you, her forearm is already pressed against your chest to pull you against her.

(Is it safe to say you thought about asking her to put you in a headlock? Let’s keep it a secret.)

Size difference ??? With her hugs looking like this? YEEEESSSS!!!

overall just a softie for yoooou 💕

msnoirgirl says… our tanned baddie with a sleeper build and her cheeky smile…fawking hot. not proofread because it’s late…

this is for the homegirl @wowiekazowiebowie mwah mwah 💋

[lyvale]

Zombie Mizi.

(a/n : hi im lyvale. if i see ANYBODY who is explicitly male reblogging this, im blocking you. Mizi is a lesbian. i dont hate men but if you are trying to rip Mizis sexuality away from her im killing you in my mind palace and i will make damn sure you can never read and/or reblog my fucking fics again)

Her singing was bright. Loud, cheery, like you always knew it as.

“Mizi,” you chimed, softer, stepping into her practice room. She glanced over at your voice. “Water break?” “Water break.”

She sat with you, hand on yours, thin fingers (too thin for your liking) resting in the gaps between yours, pads of her fingertips on the floor. “D’you ever wish,” she started, “that you’d auditioned with me?”

That question was a near-daily conversation. It was so frequent you knew the entire script by heart, knew the answers to keep her smiling and keep her relaxed. The last time you’d upset her, she’d danced so hard she sprained her ankle, and the company hated that.

And you’d missed the conversation when she went missing.

Which, in your desperation to find her again, had led you to an underground music ring. You didn’t think she’d be here.

And yet, there she was. Onstage. With a black-haired girl, singing her heart out, beating the other by a mere point. The crowd was filled with old men, some staring directly at Mizi’s almost-exposed chest with no shame; others had a little bit of decorum. Some were more focused on the other girl, scrambling closer to the stage to try and get an upskirt glance at either woman.

It was vile. Why was Mizi down here?

Mizi remained onstage long after the show had finished, humming a simplistic tune to herself, head tilted sideways. You hauled yourself up, putting an easy hand on her bicep—

She reeled. Claws sank into your wrist, and she hissed, yanking you closer. “I— Mizi, what the hell?!” You tried yanking backward, but she held you tight, forcefully pushing you to the floor. Mizi hovered, quiet, breathing slowly. One hand lifted again, as if coming to strike, and you instinctively tensed.

It landed on the floor beside your head. Not a punch. A gentle touch, searching for you. She found your shoulder first, then traced it up until she found your face. Her thumb hooked between your lips on accident.

“Mizi,” you whispered, again, reaching up to try and pry off her visor. The material was smooth, but as you touched it, she flinched like it was connected to her. She pulled away when your hands found the seam. Okay, fine. She didn’t want it off.

She leaned back in after a moment, tilting her head, as if examining you. “…water break…?” She whispered, barely. She remembered you. “Water break,” you answered, trying to jog her memory further. Something was off, you both knew it, but maybe you could help her.

“…should’ve come with me.” She dipped her head, running her temple across the side of your face until her lips found your neck, brushing carefully over the skin there. “Could’ve… been stars together…”

She bit. You yelped, trying to shove her off, but she just bit harder. Harder, and harder, and harder, until blood poured from the space. “Mizi, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You snapped, pushing her off by her visor and pressing your hand to the bite marks.

Her visor slipped.

…that wasn’t Mizi anymore. You knew something was off; you’d seen the news. Zombie outbreaks everywhere. You’d figured the other girl’s outfit was a coincidence, because it didn’t make sense to have mindless zombies perform for the sake of it.

But there she was. Your girlfriend. Flesh rotten and sticking to her visor, eye sockets hollowed, nose missing entirely; the bone was exposed…

You pushed backward. “Mizi… what’d you do to me?” Mizi, meanwhile, only grinned. “…you’ll be mine forever!”

is it weird to already be making fics for it? and is it weird to write for one of the zombies first? i dunno

[msnoirgirl]

Dachshund! Hyuna as your girlfriend!

msnoirgirl says… FAWKKKK these dogs are so cute. And they reminded me of hyunaaa. So here’s short content about hyunaaa :3. no warnings, she’s a demi human, still in the alnst universe, gender neutral reader.

Dachshund! Hyuna who’s is loyal to a T. She views loyalty as the core of a relationship, including yours. If you betray her, best believe she won’t forgive you, because she would never do that do you!

Dachshund! Hyuna who likes having her ears played with. Long, slow and throughout sessions of her head laying between your thighs after working so hard on missions with the rebellion, your fingers delving into her long hair to rub her scalp. Miiind-blowing. Got her eyes rolling down the back of her head and stuff. 

She also likes it when you trail your finger from her chin down her neck. Also because you can pull her into a reversed kiss like that.

Dachshund! Hyuna who cannot stand being commanded. She likes her independence, and is methodical in her way of living. So when your tone gets a little harsh, she growls at u. Is VERY disobedient and reckless as hell. It costed her life once.

Dachshund! Hyuna who still manages to make you love her even more with her big, brown puppy eyes. The ones she gives you when she’s on her knees, her cheek resting on your knees and that pout of hers.

Dachshund! Hyuna who is the silliest woman you’ve met. With her lame jokes that you can’t help to laugh at because…how did she came up with this?

Dachshund! Hyuna who has a great sense of style. Just because she’s a Demi-human doesn’t make eligible to dress poorly. And she’s clever too. She can pull out a bomb outfit with a two piece skirt and shirt made from a large worn out shirt, and pair it with golden jewellery and a wavy hairstyle.

Dachshund! Hyuna who’s like a Velcro baby. Super clingy when she comes home… siiiigh.

Dachshund! Hyuna who overall, is the cutest and loving girlfriend you’ve ever had. 

[msnoirgirl]

ovulation cravings ft. sua ❤︎ + 18 minors do not interact!

You're ovulating and you need relief from your wife! So why is she playing hard to get?

female reader, crumbles of fic, soft dom! Sua, older wife! Sua, she has ear piercings, use of pet names, pussy slapping, clit play, modern! au, porn without plot, dry humping, cum sucking, you and sua are in your fifties, not proofread

You approached your wife, Sua sitting in the couch. She was reading a book while being clothed in red sleek loungewear.

Kneeling on the couch, you cooed her name. “Suaaa…”

“Yes, darling?” She replied.

You trailed a sharp nail over her cheek until you reached her jaw. “You look very pretty today.”

She chuckled. “Why, thank you.”

That nonchalant attitude featured with her classy appearance, especially with the way she was sitting and those rectangular reading glasses on top of her nose was pure filth in your imagination. A woman who looked like she could bring anyone to her knees by the mere look of her amethyst eyes. You were a restless mess this morning, your mind fogged by hormones, your skin too hot to the touch, and your pussy leaving a stain as moist as a snail trail.

“Mmm…Suaaaa.” You leave lazy kisses on her jaw, and she pulls you closer by holding your cheek. “Even your piercings…veeeery pretty.”

Your hands were gently rubbing her spine, which was her favourite part. You could feel her squirm a little under your touch.

“I’m glad you appreciate them, sweetheart.”

Wanting to take it further you pull on her diamond earring with your teeth. She gasps.

“What was that for?” She turned around with a shocked face and a sly grin on her pink lips.

“Nothing…just thought your piercings were cute.”

“And you HAD to bite them.”

“Is that bad?”

“…you’re cute.” She opened her arms and you lunged at her, your thighs bracketing her lap.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“Mmm— Sua you’re killing me here,” you said under a soft exhale to the girl who was currently kissing and biting your neck. Her body weight was slightly overpowering yours, but you weren’t complaining. A hand was holding your jaw to the right, leaving more space to her teeth to carve your skin. You found it infuriating, that you couldn’t do anything. She had explicitly ordered you to not touch her, all while she’s touching you, because she wanted to try something new.

“Can I please, at least touch you ?”

Sua just smiled, enamoured with your face — your eyes, nearly closing from sleep, your hot cheeks burning from embarrassment and excitement, and the brown lip gloss you wore, completely smudged.

"Nuh uh hon. You were quite the restless little thing earlier, no?" She kissed your temple. "Gotta give you what you asked for..."

Your clothes were rumpled and your black leggings were pushed down your ankles. You were just too beautiful, it made her pussy even wetter.

And she quickly caught on to that. The pad of her fingers were sliding, in a slow, back and forth rubbing motion over your soaked pussy, diving into the crevices, the bumps and the hair over your mons. She was spreading your juices over your sweet spot like it was the best thing that could’ve happen to her and gave your clit gentle slaps that echoed in a wet plap! plap! plap! plap! sound in the room.

"Baby please..." you whined unapologetically loud.

“No…” her hand motion never stopped. She loves it, loves the warm and soaky feeling of your arousal on her fingers. It reminded her of her own. Which was equally wet. “Wanna…hnngh…wanna do something else.”

For you to act so shamelessly horny around her, you deserved at least to get what you wanted. She took your free hand, and slid it past the elastic band of her shorts, feeling her thick pubic hair before reaching the hood of her clit. She guided your hand to circle the nub with small, gentle flicks before feeling her own wetness, gushy and abondant. Gosh, she nearly lost it from how good it felt, her eyes fluttered and her head fell backwards.

Immediately your fingers went to work.

She let out a curse and begged you, breathlessly to not stop.

“Open. I want you to suck on my fingers.” She gently instructed you and titled your chin upwards. You obeyed, stuck your tongue out to properly suck the life out of her fingers, your lips closing around the drenched digits. The first taste, once her index hit your tongue, was salty, but not bitter. And it has a musky smell. Knowing it came from the both of you, and that she was feeding it to you was the best thing ever.

You hadn’t even had the time to properly worship her fingers that she pulled them out of your mouth and instead crashed her lips against yours. The kiss was long, filled with patience and love, and Sua felt her own taste in your mouth. Her tongue filled your mouth and you let out a whimper, which stimulated her even more.

Her hips moved in a circular motion against yours, the thick fabric of her pants brushing against her most precious parts. Her face was contorted in an expression of bliss and pleasure, and she felt herself getting closer to the edge by looking at your low lidded eyes and slightly opened mouth. You were so vocal, and she found it so adorable and beautiful, she could hear you all day.

msnoirgirl says... mocha mocha ☆⌒(>。<) ♡‧₊˚

[msnoirgirl]

you got me feenin ! with mizi ❤︎ 18+ minors do not interact.

No plot in particular just Mizi loving you good.

female reader/black fem reader, porn without plot, g!p/futanari mizi, she has a biiiig cawk and a pussy too, rebellion! mizi, spitting in mouth, sweet talking, fingering (m!receiving), kissing tip, dick sucking, talking through it, mizi is a switch, creampie, crying during sex, toe sucking, mating press, rough sex idk this is just an excuse to write about futas i love yall have a good read. art creds by vivinos i think?

Skin on skin.

Her tongue tracing the outline of your crayon lined lips, swallowing your moans and whines.

The bed frame was creaking faintly as Mizi’s hips were rapidly slamming against yours as she held you close, her slender body pressing you further into the mattress in a mean mating press. Each of her rough thrusts was followed by a sigh of effort, a mmmh so sexy it made you fold, or a whine of your name.

You? You weren't there anymore.

Spread on the bed, your body knocked out and void of all energy to move, crying out so loud the walls couldn't contain your pleadings at all.

You swore you had heard banging on the door, with someone asking others to check behind the door of the room you both were in -- the room of the Rebellion's leader friend -- talking about screaming.

People speculated, "She is DEFINITELY torturing somebody in 'ere!"

But these were not screams of help or despair, but of pleasure. Of bliss. Your arms which were previously holding the back of your knees are now on each side of your head, which was tossing and turning on your pillow. Her lean arms had this hidden strength that held your legs against your chest, your toes tickling her ears.

"Mi-- Mizi...Miziii! Miziiiihnnnn..."

Your name was the only word leaving your lips. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on the end of your jaw and the sensitive spot of your neck.

"I know! I know baby...'m sorry. But you feel so good..."

Mizi, even under her lust-induced brain fog, still paid attention to each movement of your body; the way your pussy lips were sucking her long n veiny cock all in your warmth, stretching you open, the sharp clap impact sound of her heavy balls and hips connecting with yours, and oh, oh how she relished in your eyes shut in ecstasy, your pretty lips open wide enough to let those lovely sounds out.

Your dress was discarded on the floor, a pretty number she got you when you were on a thrift spree (you called it that) to find clothes for the children in a dumpster park. The same dress she fixed with a few pulls and ties of a needle and a thread while the kids asked happily about how pretty the cloth was and if it was for her. The same dress she nearly ripped when she pounced on you like a cheetah preying on her victim.

"Ahhhhaaaa...take it f'me!" She groaned against your foot. One of your toes slipped into her mouth, and she sucked on it greedily. "Take it all f'me baby!"

Mizi was so close, you could feel it, and you helped her reach that peak by moving your hips back and forth to meet her cockhead all up in your cervix. She held you so tightly, wrapping your legs around her hips, your tits glued to each other. Your eyes fixated on hers, your moans being in perfect sync, while outside, the banging became more insistent.

It was perfect.

"A moment!" She said out loud with a tired voice. "I just-- Fuuuuckkk!"

A warm, borderline hot flood of milk flooded your insides, thick and creamy. Her milk hit all the spots in your velvety walls, an insane flood that reached the hem of your cervix. Mizi's green eyes crossed from the sudden expulsion of semen out of her. She grabbed the headboard for support before she could pass out. She was whimpering softly and you grabbed the back of her head, fingers digging deep into her curly pink pixie to pull her in a rough kiss, your tongue intertwining with hers. Her rough thrusts diminished and became quick pumps of her dick, your pussy lips draning her completely. She moaned deeply against your lips.

Laid down, exhausted on the bed and trying to catch your breath, your vision was too blurry to make out the form in front of you. Mizi grabbed your jaw tightly enough to make you look straight at her. A manic grin was plastered on her lips, and her breath was staggered.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

And opening your mouth you did. She immediately spat out a large glob of spit onto your tongue, and you swallowed it down your throat. Then she kissed you some more, her arms wrapped around your back and hips to hold you super close to her.

"I wanna take care of you, too. If you allow me." You admitted softly.

With a exhale of her mouth, Mizi slowly let go of you and pushed herself against the headboard, her sweaty back against the pillows. She shivered a little but maintained eye contact with you, feeling the grip your hands had on her thighs to slowly spread them open. Her monstruous cock, standing proud with seven inches, tilted to the right with a tan base, a pretty princess pink coloured tip leaking with cum, and the shiny peach folds of her stimulated pussy met you with open arms. She used both of her index and middle finger to spread her labia open.

You cannot believe this was the same thing that was making you see stars minutes ago. Your heart started racing a bit faster, your mind felt disoriented and you held the damp bedsheets into fists to anchor yourself to reality.

"Don't be scared, pretty." Mizi held your hand to guide it towards her centre. Her lovely and pure smile reassured you of your doubt.

But you could see it. That look in her eyes. She wanted more. So you gave her more.

Holding her legs wide open for you to settle between her, your index and middle finger rubbed her taut but wet entrance before inserting a finger inside her.

"Mmmm!" Mizi looked down at you. You looked so cute when you were focused. And you looked very, veeery amazed by the way her pussy was vacuuming your index in and out, again and again. She frowned, in slight discomfort and you rubbed her thigh to let her relax. Her pouty lips looked so kissable.

"Relax...let it loose. Deep breaths with me, okay?" You made her focus on you by lifting her chin and mimicking the act of inhaling and exhaling. She followed your rhythm, her chest rising slowly before falling, and so on and on.

"Good...just like that."

Feeling her spongy walls loosen up, you pushed your index further inside and pecked her lips.

"You lips are so pretty baby...so kissable."

You were patting and rubbing her protruding clit with the pad of your thumb. A breathy moan came out of her.

"And so is this pussy. And this cock too. You're amazing, Mizi."

You leaned over the pulsing tower that was her cock. The tip was so enticing, you could not take your eyes off it. You cooed at it before pressing a gentle kiss at the top, where her urethra was.

Mizi felt as if she was having an outer body experience. Your eyes fixated on her every reaction, all while your wet tongue slurped and lapped at her leaking tip was too much for her. She could tell you enjoyed this, making her suffer. The faint pain in her loins was a pressure urging to be released. She tried to push her length inside your mouth with a thrust of her hips.

But you refused.

"Ugh! Just... just, why?"

You didn't replied, just slapped the tip over your tongue, your doe eyes giving an fake look of innocence.

"Not yet, love." You swirled your tongue around the raging and painful tip before finally, Mizi felt the wetness of your mouth taking over the length of her cock. She let out a silent gasp, her mouth gaping open while she stayed in awe at your ministrations. Her hands grabbed the bedsheets into balls of cotton, and her stomach suddenly was too painful to contract anymore.

The time seemed to go slowly as your lips were perfectly wrapped around the end of her shaft, slowly making a suction around it. It was quite long, nearly reaching the back of your mouth, but you still bobbed your head back and forth, alternating between speeds like an executioner.

Meanwhile Mizi's lithe body was trembling with pleasure. Your fingers rubbing her clit left to right relentlessly, then switching to your digits fingering her like her life depended on it, aaaaall while you were sucking her off, poor girl felt her soul leaving her body. She tried to stay quiet, but failed. She grabbed the back of your head to guide you further.

"More, please! Don't stop til I fucking tell you— toooo!"

She was sweaty, sobbing and grabbing the headboard, her chartreuse eyes filled with tears and a light of enjoyement.

“I…i love…i love you…love you so much!” she ground her balls on your chin, quickly and uncontrollably. Her eyes shone with happiness but quickly closed shut as her body squirmed from your touch. A wave of dizziness mixed with heat took over her body, slowly and slowly.

Her whines became sharper.

A babble of curses flew from her lips.

The knocking had long since stopped.

In a raspy scream, creamy semen shot out from her shaft and musky arousal oozed out from her pussy. You yelped out when the warm release splattered on your chest and mouth before lapping at her softening length, your lips placing a soft kiss on the cum-coated tip.

"So well for me. I love you lots, baby."

"...I love you more."

msnoirgirl says... this was so fun to make! mwah 💋

[msnoirgirl]

boob sucking with hyuna ❤︎ + 18 minors do not interact

Exactly what the title says.

gender neutral reader/black gn! reader, nipple sucking, fingering, modern au, hyuna has a mom, hyuna is into engineering, fluff and smut

listen to some tunes ! art creds: @katsksiii on twt

“How are you feeling?”

Hyuna looked down at you, who has your head resting on her stomach, right below her boobs. She was mindlessly scratching your scalp under the black puff of your Afro, and surely, she messed it up. You’ll get her back for that.

“I’m feeling…better. Way better than before.” You hugged her body closer against your own, chest on chest, thighs on thighs. Soft skin against soft skin. Your arm wrapped around her rib cage while she was holding you in her lap, hands petting your plush booty.

Neither of you wanted to move, even when the room was loitered by your shirts and panties.

She would complain, since it’s her apartment, and command you to help her clean. But you ignored all of that. Especially when she was lending you her boob to suck on, her gaze filled with mischief. “Missed you so much.”

You willingly wrapped your lips around the small nub, feeling the flesh follow the motion of your tongue as you played with it gently. Your tongue flicked back and forth, left to right and up and down over her nipple like a joystick. Your left hand was busy fingering her, in a slow and agonising motion. Meanwhile Hyuna was fighting to not cry out. Her brows were furrowed in pleasure as the sensation was sent straight into her pussy. Her head was sinking further into the pink silk pillow, and she even grabbed the bed sheets to anchor herself. She was just too sensitive there!

It was so mundane to you, a habit that definitely did not happen once. Having your tits in her mouth when you woke up from one of your study sessions, her nursing you during her break at work, or doing it mutually in her family’s garden when no one was present…

“Glad you do baby…I…I really really missed you.” She pulled you closer and brushes your hair out of your forehead, squirming from your touch. “Hey…remember the August party of my mom? From last year?”

You pulled your mouth out of her right nipple. The light brown thick tip was coated in a thin amount of saliva, shining under the purple lights. You looked up at her. “Erm, yes. What about her?”

She giggled at your good memory and guided your lips back down. Let out a gasp when your kisses and licks covered the sensitive parts of her neck and chest. “Well, she…she asked me about you. And how you were feeling. She wanted to invite you to one of our dinners.”

“The ones with your family?”

“Mhm.”

“Why?”

“She wanted to know how…how you were doing…”

“mmm…that’s nice.” You mumbled against her breast.

“Yes she…” a muffled groan came out of her. Her thighs began to tremble under your touch. You took it as a sign to move your fingers deep into the soft walls of her sopping cunt. You weren’t sucking her tits anymore; you kissed her neck with reverance, a layer of sweat covering her chest. She ground her hips against the palm of your hand, her throbbing clit rubbing painfully on your moist palm.

She let out a cry of your name while her eyes closed in pleasure.

“Ahhaaaa…gosh i’m…m’close babe…”

Her body was writhing and shivering on the black bedsheets, quiet whines held back by her biting on her bottom lip, now becoming unapologetic cries, and not even moments later, a thick stream of cum coated your fingers. A strained moan followed and her teal eyes were halfway closed, her thick eyebrows furrowing with effort. Her lovely brown and light pink lips opened in an oval shape.

“Good…that’s good…” you kissed her temple and lips while holding her head close, a hand on her cheek. “Love taking care of you baby.”

She took long deep breaths to calm herself down, letting herself be pulled in your arms. She buried her face in your neck while you brushed her long brown tresses. Her breathing finally came back to normal, and she looked up at you with a smug smile.

“You’re getting too good at this, y’know?”

You chuckled, “I’m glad.” before pecking her lips.

A buzzing sound was heard.

She retrieved her phone from the bedside table and unlocked it. You didn’t know who it was, but you just saw Hyuna sighing loudly and quickly typing an answer before slamming it back on the table.

Hyuna and you only saw each other on weekends when she wasn’t overly busy with work, since you both had different schedules. You were in your second year of college while she was an engineer at a space laboratory. Even with her lack of knowledge about the field of study you were in, she always tried to cheer you up and take care of you in all the ways that could help you.

And these moments of intimacy where you took care of Hyuna meant the most to her.

“Some girl texted me.” She informed you with a nonchalant tone, taking her electric cigarette out of her drawer. She took a hit before spitting the smoke in your face, making you lift your head to look at her. You forgot she knew a lot of people. “For work.”

“Mmm?” You laughed and laid your head on her chest, groping and tweaking her breast with your hand. Her nipple started to itch, and she whimpered in pain. She gave you a light slap on the back of your head and a whiny stop, but went on to play with your hair. “Yes. She’s asking me about our next schedule for the upcoming week. Said she wants me to cover some days.”

“Really?!” You exclaimed.

“Uh-uh.”

“Did she told you why at least?”

“Not really.” She took her phone back and clicked with her free hand on the message. “Let me look this uuuup…” You pulled the covers ontop of your naked bodies to not get cold, your upper body snuggled against her rib while the blanket was at waist length.

“And do you know her?”

“Saiiiid…it’s for her mom’s birthday— what?”

“I said if you know her. If y’all talk at work.”

“I mean, we do. Because she’s an intern, she works under my supervision so….yeah.” Another hit. This time the mango flavoured nicotine smoke evaporated itself in the air of the bedroom. “Why ‘re you asking?”

You shook your head. “Just curious.”

“Curious, huh?”

“I meeeean, it’s already tough enough to be an engineer and spend long hours on…building stuff.” You looked up at her. “And you’re telling me she wants to give you more days? You gotta think throughly about that, Hyu.”

She hummed like she was in thought before nodding. “Hmmm…i’ll think about it.”

“Hyunaaa.”

“I will, i will!” Hyuna cackled before taking a hit of her e-cigarette. “Since my baby is so smart and cares so much about me.

She lifted your chin, pulled your face close to hers and lowered your bottom lip with her thumb.

Then she exhaled the sweet smoke in your mouth, pulling you into a French kiss in the process. Her lips caught your bottom lip and bit it harshly. Her mouth against yours made your head spin, and the hands clawing at your back and ass weren’t helping.

You shifted over to properly sit on top of her, right on her lap. You cupped her jaw to peck her lips lovingly before pulling back.

“It’s normal.”

“I know. You worry so much, it’s adorable.”

You loved the feeling of her skin on yours. Her naked, sweat soaked skin. And even after sex she smelled good. Like pure, raw musk and the fresh laundry of the bedsheets, along with the mango flavour of whatever you both smoked.

“…you’ll think about it, right?”

“See?” She bursted out laughing.

msnoirgirl says… mommy hyuna MEOWWWWW.

[msnoirgirl]

snip snip snip…! luka loooooves your pixie haircut.

reader is a black woman, short story. self indulgent. fluff it makes me screeaaaam. he needs a sexy smart and kind black woman (me) to save him. no warnings!

The first thing your fiancé Luka noticed when he saw you was the lack of…material over your shoulder and back.

Your long wavy or straight weaves, the goddess or Fulani braids you adorned so well, your natural hair that you styled in low buns or let out in the open when you needed a break from styling and brushing, they weren’t there.

Instead he was in awe at the sight of you brushing your hair with your fingers, cut in a wavy pixie style.

He walked to you. “Wooow. So that was the surprise you told me earlier.”

You smiled and let him hug from from behind. His body was warmer than before, and he smelled like cedar cologne.

“Mhm. Thought I might surprise you. Isn’t it pretty?” You retouched the bangs with your hand. “Does it make me look older?”

“It is pretty, sweetheart.” He kissed your temple. “Plus, it makes you look…grown. Yes, older, but sexy.”

You hummed in approval. “Sexy…I like that.” You finally turned around to look at him. He was wearing his accessory glasses. Just like you.

Luka looked at you with these low lidded amber eyes of his, “The sexiest woman I know.” he whispered.

“Stoooop, you’re flattering meee,” You jumped at his choice of tone but still moved forward to peck his lips. “We’re twinning now.” You pecked his lips again, your arms wrapped around his neck. “How?” He asked.

“Well we both have glasses…and short curly hair…”

“And the same height as well?” He added with a smile full of mischief. You gasped and playfully hit him.

“You think you’re funny?”

“The funniest man that existed.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Nobody is as funny and sexy as me.”

“Didn't you just said that i was—“

“You’re an exception,” he pulled you close to him with his arms around your waist. “now quiet.”

msnoirgirl says… need him to sing to me at my window. under the heavy rain.