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I Want U Around - Black Reader! x idol Kim Yugyeom (Chapter 1)

WUH - Curvy Black! Reader x Yugyeom (One Shot - SMUT 18+)

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Main Characters: Y/N, Jackson Wang

Side Characters: Mark Tuan, Y/N’s friends (Kayla and Ari)

Reader Type: Black! Reader x Jackson Wang - This part is only the Reader’s POV (Y/N)

Synopsis: All Jackson ever wanted was a wife. After your wedding, Jackson had to rush back to work for his busy schedule, but now it’s time for your honeymoon… or is it?

Content Warnings: SMUT 18+, alcohol consumption, oral sex, penetrative sex, fluff, mild angst/mostly joking.

Word Count: 1485

Taglist: @curlyhairedotaku @romanspinkpssy @queenofgoodbyes @lovelynyah @kzokssb

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A/N: Part 2, final part. Apologize for any grammar mistakes!

Y/N

You’re on the dance floor when it hits you– you’re drunk. You weren’t intended to get drunk tonight but you’ve been overwhelmed with emotions about your honeymoon being postponed and going another week without seeing Jackson. You missed him so much that your heart was aching. The only thing you could do was dance it out. You were surrounded by your girls and moved your body along to the beat of the music. A few men approached you but you flashed the enormous rock on your finger to indicate you’re happily married to the sexiest man in the world. 

You kept dancing with your girls when you heard a man’s voice speak loudly over the music into your ear, “Hey!” and then he tapped his hand on your shoulder. By now you were irritated by the men coming up to you all night, you began to shout as you turned around to the man tapping you on the shoulder, “Can’t you all see that I have a ring on my finger!” and as soon as you finished your last word, you realized it was Mark.

“Mark? What are you doing here? Is Jackson okay?”

“Yeah, nothing is wrong, Jackson is fine,” Mark replied

“Well what are you doing here? The club isn’t exactly your scene,” you shouted over the music.

“Yeah, can you come outside with me?” Mark asked.

Just then Ari turned around and noticed Mark. She always had a thing for him and she was much drunker than you are at this moment.

“Mark!” Ari shouts as she throws her arms around Mark. You can tell by the expression on his face that he is uncomfortable and you pull Ari away from him. She resists but the alcohol in her veins makes it hard to fight back and she lets go. 

“Y/N, can you please come outside with me?” Mark pleads.

You make sure Kayla and Ari are together and let them know you are going outside with Mark and will be back.

You follow Mark through the crowd of people and out through the front entrance.

“Mark what is this all ab—,” you couldn’t even finish your sentence when you saw Jackson standing outside on the sidewalk with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands.

“Jackson? What? What are you doing here? I thought you were on the other side of the world for work.”

Jackson smiled big as you walked over to him. He gave you the flowers and your eyes began to well with tears.

“I can’t believe you’re here right now,” you managed to get out through tears and a shaky voice.

Mark took the flowers from your arms so you could embrace your husband.

You hugged Jackson and kissed him so deeply that you both lost your balance and fell into Mark’s car.

You both laughed and stood up. 

“Y/N, I couldn’t stand to be away from you any longer. I wanted to surprise you but when I got home you weren’t there,” Jackson stated

You kissed Jackson once again and Mark said, “Lets get you lovebirds home.”

Y/N

The car ride home was a bit awkward for Mark. You and Jackson sat in the backseat kissing and giggling like a pair of teenagers. Once you were home, you flung off your heels and made your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You downed a whole glass and placed it in the sink. It was in the kitchen lighting that Jackson noticed the dress you’re wearing. He walked over to you, placed his hands on your hips, and gently pushed you up against the counter.

Jackson whispered in your ear, “You drive me crazy when you wear this dress.”

You smiled and bit your bottom lip. You could feel your cheeks warming, and it wasn’t from the alcohol. You could also feel Jackson’s hardened dick pressed up against you.

“Let’s get you out of this dress,” he said as he grabbed your hand and led you into the bedroom.

Once you were in the bedroom, Jackson wasted no time. He pulled you close to him, cupped your ass in his hands and kissed you passionately. He pulled away from you, “I thought you’d be mad at me,” he said in a breathy tone.

You cupped Jackson’s face in your hand, “I wasn’t mad at you, I was sad about not being with you,” you replied.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to surprise you with this big gesture and not only did I blow it, I made you sad in the process,” Jackson said solemnly while he looked into your eyes.

Jackson has always been sincere and this occasion is no different.

“All that matters is that you’re here with me now,” you replied.

And with that, Jackson kissed your neck while pulling the straps of your dress down.

He helped you shimmy out of the dress and you quickly moved to help him remove his t-shirt and pants. 

Jackson looped one finger around your panties and tugged them down. Once they dropped to the floor, you stepped out of them and unhooked your strapless bra.

You stood before Jackson completely naked. He stepped back and admired your beauty. He’s dreamt of having a beautiful wife for so long, but he never imagined you. 

Jackson made his way back over to you and lifted you up and gently placed you on the bed.

“Spread your legs baby,” Jackson commanded.

You obliged and Jackson buried his face in between your legs and began licking your pussy. 

With his tongue, Jackson softly licked your clit. Up and down, then in a circular motion. He then placed two fingers inside of you while he continued licking and gently sucking on your clit.

The feeling on Jackson’s fingers inside you he sucked your clit was making you dizzier than the alcohol did. You thrusted your hips into Jackson’s mouth and tongue, letting him know just how good he was making you feel.

“Don’t cum yet baby,” Jackson demanded, “I want to feel you cum while I’m inside.”

You groaned when Jackson stopped licking your clit and pulled his fingers out of your pussy,

Jackson quickly removed his boxers and pushed you further up on the bed. He hovered over you, staring into your eyes detecting how eager you were to be filled up by him.

Jackson kissed your lips once more while he gently rubbed your nipples. He was being romantic and you loved that about him, but more than anything, in this moment, you want to feel him inside of you. 

“Please,” you beg. Jackson smiled and teased you a bit more by sucking on your nipples before slowly pushing his dick inside of you. Jackson moans and you let out a cry. There isn’t a word in any language that can explain what it first feels like every time Jackson enters you.

Jackson starts out with slow strokes as he enjoys how wet and warm you feel. After a few minutes, his pace picks up and the strokes become thrusts. Mixing pleasure with pain, you can feel yourself start to spiral into bliss. Jackson moans as he feels you cum and as your pussy tightens around his dick. Jackson thrusts harder into your pussy and lets out moans to let you know just how good you feel. Not before long, Jackson is spilling himself inside of you. He pumps a few more times and gently collapses on top of you. 

Jackson pulls himself out of you and rests his head on your chest, listening to your heart race.

“I should be mad at you,” you say teasingly to Jackson.

“What? For making you come so quickly?” he retorts with a smile.

“For lying.”

“I didn’t lie, I was pretending. You and Mark. Do you guys text or something?”

“Only when we want to talk shit about you,” you said with a laugh.

“That’s it!” Jackson jumped up and began tickling you and conceded just to make it stop. 

You planted a kiss on Jackson’s lips before pushing yourself off the bed and heading towards the bathroom for a shower.

“I wouldn’t take too long of a shower if I was you. Our flight to Singapore leaves tomorrow and you need to pack.”

You squealed and danced your way to the bathroom.

You looked back at Jackson, “Okay, you’ve redeemed yourself. I’m not upset about you lying.”

“I was pretending… I’ve been waiting a long time to take my wife on our honeymoon. Nobody else in the world would complete me if it’s not you. You know that, you’re my last piece. You and me, together we’re a masterpiece.”

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Title: Last Piece (Part 1)

Main Characters: Y/N, Jackson Wang

Side Characters: Mark Tuan, Y/N’s friends (Kayla and Ari)

Reader Type: Black! Reader x Jackson Wang - Story alternates between both Reader’s POV (Y/N) and Jackson’s POV (Jackson)

Synopsis: All Jackson ever wanted was a wife. After your wedding, Jackson had to rush back to work for his busy schedule, but now it’s time for your honeymoon… or is it?

Content Warnings: SMUT 18+, alcohol consumption, oral sex, penetrative sex, fluff, mild angst/mostly joking.

Word Count: 2079

Taglist: @curlyhairedotaku @romanspinkpssy @queenofgoodbyes @lovelynyah @kzokssb

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A/N: This is Part 1 of a 2 part series. Part 2 is already up. Apologize for any grammar mistakes!

Y/N

Voicemail from Jackson, “Baby, I’m really sorry, but I’m not going to be back in LA for at least another week. I know it’s not what we planned, I’ll make it up to you, I promise. We will get to go on our honeymoon. I love you.” You sighed heavily as you put your phone down on the white marble kitchen counter.  The thought crept up in your head, “Is it always going to be like this?” 

It’s been 2 months since you married the love of your life, Jackson, but you still haven’t gone on your honeymoon. You were used to the schedule changes and long distance. You’ve been together for awhile, and knew of each other for some time before that too. Meeting Jackson was kismet; like it was God’s plan all along. You just didn’t know it was going to take years of patience and late night, long distance calls for fate to work its magic. When Jackson’s team reached out to Sony Music Publishing for a songwriter, you had no idea that the job opportunity was going to change your life for the better. After writing a few hit songs for Ciara, Miguel, and Daniel Caesar, the music industry started to take notice of who you were. So did Jackson. Jackson had become a fan of your work and wanted to write a song with you. 

The late night video calls workshopping music turned into late night personal video calls. Something ignited between the two of you during the songwriter process. Jackson’s eyes were always bright and calming. At first you weren’t sure if he was passionate about the song or if he was really feeling you. He wouldn’t keep you guessing for long. Before you knew it, you were both catching flights and feelings. You’d meet wherever you could, New York, Seoul, Paris, Hong Kong, Bangkok. Eventually, Jackson would come stay at your apartment in LA. Those were the best 48 hours of your life. Ordering takeout and eating it in the bed you never left. You’d take Jackson to parties in The Hills to meet your friends. Then you’d fly to Hong Kong to finally meet his family. Jackson was really close with his parents and still lived with him up until he moved to LA (not counting living in Seoul for work). You loved that he was a family man. He was eager to be a father and you couldn’t wait to see him shine as one. You didn’t get to have a family growing up, but always wanted one. TV sitcoms about families were your favorite kind of shows to watch. It made you feel less alone.

That’s what makes the relationship hard sometimes. Jackson was gone a lot and it was hard to fight the feelings of loneliness. You knew work and love were a major reason Jackson moved to LA, but with his career taking off, it’s been an adjustment but being with Jackson made it all worth it. 

You couldn’t help but burst into tears as you pushed your phone across the table and let it hit the floor. You’ve always supported Jackson with his career and you know how important it is to him; how much he loves making music and being an entertainer. You just selfishly wish that once in a while, he’d choose you instead. 

Jackson

Jackson ended his phone call to you after leaving a voicemail. He was in the front passenger seat of Mark’s car while Mark calmly battled LA traffic. Jackson just flew into LAX and since Mark lives in LA, Jackson asked one of his closest friends and members to give him a ride. Normally Y/N would pick Jackson up from the airport, but Jackson was up to something.

“You better pray that this doesn’t backfire on you,” Mark teased.

“It won’t,” Jackson replied confidently. “Y/N loves surprises.”

“Yeah but you’re newlyweds and you should be on an island somewhere sippin tropical drinks on the beach. Or destroying your hotel room at the very least,” Mark said with a laugh “A honeymoon is a big deal, she might even be disappointed by your lying,” he continued.

“I’m not lying, I’m just pretending that I’m 8,000 miles away, when I’m really only 50 miles away,” Jackson retorted in comedic tone. “And we will destroy a hotel room. I just hope it’s from fucking and not fighting,” Jackson said with a smirk.

“Pretending is lying,” Mark laughed as he spoke, “And you better hope the hotel room isn’t destroyed from fighting. We know you like to fight, but you’re no match for Y/N.”

Jackson drowned out Mark’s lecturing and remembered that he needed to pick up the flowers he ordered for you. 

“Oh hey brother, can we stop at this floral shop on the way. I ordered a large bouquet for Y/N, full of her favorite flowers,” Jackson asked, knowing Mark wouldn’t say no.

“Of course, just add the address to the GPS stop,” Mark instructed.

Jackson added the floral shop address, smiled, and leaned back in the chair.

He was pleased with himself. He loves grand gestures and Y/N means so much to him. He was going to make Y/N happy and prove Mark wrong.

Y/N

Still sitting at the dining room table, you wiped your tears away and felt a bit childish. You were expecting a fairytale wedding and honeymoon that would sweep you off your feet the way Jackson always had. He hadn’t disappointed you often. You’re married to a man who is married to his career. You know what it’s like being in the music industry. You pulled yourself together, grabbed your phone off the floor and thankfully no cracks or damages.

“Might as well text the girls and see what they’re up to tonight,” you muttered outloud.

Y/N: Hey y’all, I don’t want to get into it but I'm free tonight and for the next couple days. What we gettin’ into tonight?

Kayla: uh oh

Y/N: hush

Ari: What happened? Aren’t you supposed to be in Singapore?

Y/N: Jackson has to work, honeymoon is postponed.

Ari: Until when?

Y/N: Idk, his assistant is rebooking it for us.

Ari: You must be fuming

Y/N: No, well, I mean I’m sad but I’ll get over it if I get to go out with my girls tonight…

Kayla: You better than me. I would have torched the house. 

Y/N: we know

Ari: we know

Y/N: 😂

Ari: 🤣

Kayla: whatever

Kayla: Be nice or I’ll be going to Elevate tonight by myself.

Y/N: wait a minute

Ari: You can get us into Elevate?

Kayla: I can get myself in. But, I been talking to this guy who is part owner of the club, so we can get in, no cover and no lines ladies! 

Y/N: Okay lets goooo

Ari: I’m down

Kayla: And what do we say? “Thank you Kayla”

Y/N: 🙄

Ari: shut up Kayla

Kayla: Meet at my apartment in 45 minutes, we’ll pre-game and take an uber.

Y/N: Bet

Ari: See ya soon

No need to stay home and mope. A night out in Downtown LA with your girls is just what you need. You’ve perfected your make up and can do a full beat in 5 minutes. You’ve got just the perfect fit in your head, a bodycon black dress with spaghetti straps. It’s a bit revealing, but being a married woman isn’t going to change how you dress. You paired it with most comfortable black heels, and grabbed your mini black purse. A quick look in the full body mirror to confirm how good you look. If Jackson were here, he’d have you out of that dress and those heels in less than a minute. With no time to waste, you’re out the door on your way to Kayla’s apartment.

* At Kayla’s Apartment *

The Hennessy and Tito’s have been removed from their spot on Kayla’s mini bar and there are three shot glasses lined up. You, Kayla, and Ari take a few shots before deciding it’s time to order an uber and head to the club.

“I’ll get the uber on the way,” you state as you rifle through your purse for your phone, only to realize you never put it in there. “Shit. I left my phone at home. I’ll buy drinks for us tonight if someone else gets the uber.”

“I got it,” Ari replies, “But what about hubby? Is he gonna be upset if he can’t get a hold on you?” she continued to ask.

“He’s working and more than likely, he’ll be video call me as I’m crawling into bed at whatever Godly hour that will be.”

“Okaaay, when hubby is away, wifey will play,” Kayla egged on.

“Full stop no. I love my man, they’ll be no games tonight,” you retorted.

“I’m just playin, I know Jackson’s got you down bad. Never seen you devoted to a man like this before,” Kayla responded.

You thought about it and Kayla is right. Jackson had become everything to you. He is always what you wanted in a partner and despite his hectic work schedule, it’s easy to be with him. He makes you feel safe and loved. You’ve never had to worry about other people entertaining him and any mistake he’s ever made, he’s been good about making it up to you.

“Uber will be here in 5 minutes, let's head outside now,” Ari announced.

All three of you checked yourselves in the mirror, hyped each other up, and headed out into the night. 

* At the club - Elevate *

Kayla did her thing, no lines and no cover charges. The club was packed, flashing colorful hues  light up the dark club as you three make your way to the VIP section. Kayla orders a few bottles as if it’s going to be one of those wild nights. You pour drinks and toast to your friendship. You’re happy to have friends like Kayla and Ari, but you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit that you’d rather be on a plane to Singapore with Jackson. You sipped your drink and danced along to the music as a few other of Kayla’s friends joined all of you in the VIP section.

Jackson

“Thanks brother for the ride and for helping me set this up,” Jackson said to Mark as he gathered his luggage and massive bouquet of flowers.

“Yeah, you owe me big time,” Mark replied from the driver’s seat.

Once Jackson had all of his belongings, Mark took off into the LA traffic. 

But he might not get very far…

Jackson makes his way into the house you two bought together. It’s cozy and sleek with warm lighting. It’s meant to make you never want to leave. Jackson leaves his luggage in the foyer and swaps his outdoor shoes for his indoor slippers. He is trying his best to be quiet but the wrapping paper on the flower bouquet is making all kinds of noises.

Jackson walks into the living room thinking you’d be there. Then he checks the bedroom only to find the room empty as well. It looks like you haven’t been in bed since you made it this morning. Jackson called out your name, “Y/N!” he pauses, “Y/N!” 

“Baby, where are you?” he asks as he walks through the hallways checking the bathrooms and guest rooms.His last attempt, he heads to the kitchen. Empty.

Jackson pulls out his phone and dials your number but immediately hears the phone buzzing on the dining room table. 

“Shit. Where is she?” 

Jackson panics a bit and curses Mark for saying that his plan might backfire. But he wasn’t going to give up. 

Jackson placed the bouquet of flowers on the table and picked up your phone. There are no secrets between you and he unlocks your phone with your password. Your phone opens immediately to your messages app and he sees the conversation between you, Kayla, and Ari.

“She went out… to Elevate?”

Jackson’s excitement turned to sadness at the revelation you were out in Downtown LA and probably wouldn’t be home until 2 or 3 in the morning. But Jackson isn’t one to sit around and mope either. Jackson unlocked his phone and went to recent calls, clicked on Mark’s name.

“Hey Mark, you mind doing me just one more favor?”

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I’m wrapping up a Black Female Reader x Jackson Wang - One Shot! Mostly fluff, angst, a little smut.

More than halfway through, it should drop either tomorrow or the day after.

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Title: WUH

Main Characters: Y/N, Kim Yugyeom

Reader Type: One Shot - Curvy Black! Reader x Idol Kim Yugyeom (SMUT)

Synopsis/Content: MATURE CONTENT! SMUT! 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. This one shot contains vulgar words, kissing, oral sex, penetrative sex (unprotective, BUT WRAP IT UP KIDS!).

You live in a Korean style apartment you share with your boyfriend Yugyeom and you’ve been waiting all night for him to come home and fuck you.

Word Count: 1723

A/N: So obviously this is inspired by Yugyeom’s song “WUH” from his solo album TRUST ME. I wrote this from 10pm-12:30am so I apologize for any grammar or spelling errors. I wanted to get this out because I feel bad for leaving everyone hanging.

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It’s late. 10:51pm to be exact. From the bed, you can hear the door beeping, indicating that Yugyeom is home and any moment he will be walking through the door. Yugyeom enters the apartment carrying his gym bag on his shoulder. He just got back from dance rehearsal. He switches to his house shoes and calls for you. “Y/N!”

“Upstairs!,” you reply.

You can hear him drop his gym back on the floor and walk up the steps towards you in the bedroom. Your heart beats in anticipation because you missed him all day, plus you’re horny and you want your man.

Prior to moving to Korea, you only ever dated other Black people. Yugyeom was the first non-Black person you’ve dated. You were hesitant at first because of cultural differences and the occasional language barriers, but Yugyeom was smitten with you from the moment he laid eyes on you. Once you heard him sing, it was over for you. Cultural stigmas and stares from people on the street didn’t matter anymore. The two of you were in love and don’t care what people say.

“Hey, baby,” you say as Yugyeom enters the room and walks over to you in the bed. 

“Hello my love,” he replies back and gives you a quick kiss on the lips and pulls away. But that kiss is not enough. You want more. You grab Yugyeom’s arm and pull him downwards and kiss him hard, intertwining your lips with his. 

You can feel Yugyeom’s lips part from yours into a smile, he pulls back and says, “Someone is happy to see me,” with a smile.

“Mmhmm,” you mutter.

“Wait”

You groan at Yugyeom’s hesitation.

“I was just dancing for hours, I need to shower first,” he protests.

“Fine,” you say as you lie back down on the bed. 

You turn to the nightstand, open the draw, and grab your rose toy just to get yourself started and ready while you wait for Yugyeom.

Luckily, he is just as eager as you and he showered quickly.

Yugyeom appeared into the bedroom from the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He looks absolutely delicious with his hair still wet from the shower. 

He notices the rose toy in your hand, “You getting started without me?”

“Just making sure I’m wet enough for you,” you answered.

Instead of waiting for him to come back to bed, you hop out of bed, and walk over to him. You place your right hand on his shoulder and your left hand on his chest, then begin kissing his neck. 

“Ohhh,” Yugyeom groaned. You know what he likes and through the towel, you can feel just how  excited he is. 

While running your hands down Yugyeom’s chest, you planted quick kisses, then began lowering yourself to your knees. Once you were steadied on the floor, you removed the towel from Yuygeom’s waist to see his dick was semi-hard. You knew just how to fix that. With both hands, you grabbed his dick and began slowly sucking on the tip, tasting his sweetness.

“Ohhh God,” he moaned.

You then slowly moved your mouth further down the shaft of his dick, with the tip hitting the back of your throat. You sucked a little harder but were still gentle, moving your head back and forth, and using your tongue to circle the tip of his dick.

“I want you now,” he said in a raspy tone.

You stood up and grabbed Yugyeom’s arm, leading him to the bed. Yugyeom positioned himself all the way on the bed while sitting up. You climb onto the bed and straddle him. While you take off your shirt, he unhooks the back of your bra. He wants you just as bad as you want him.

Once your titties are free, he cups your left one with his right hand and begins sucking on your already hard nipple. He circles his tongue around your nipple, the intensity growing.

“Harder,” you cry out. He obliges and sucks harder on your nipple. But he hasn’t forgotten about your right nipple. With his thumb and index finger, he gently rubs your other nipple. It feels so good that it’s making you wet with anticipation. You’re practically soaking through your panties.

“I need you inside out me,” you whispered in Yugyeom’s ear, “Now,” and you could feel his dick twitch. He pulled himself away from your nipples and you lift yourself up, just enough for Yugyeom to use one hand to pull your panties off. He tosses them aside and you straddle him once again.

You kiss Yugyeom deeply on the lips and slip a bit of tongue to signal just how badly you want him. You position yourself, ready to feel him inside of you. With one hand you grab Yuygyeom’s dick and place it at the opening of your dripping wet pussy. Once you can feel the tip at your entrance, you lower yourself onto his dick, and you simultaneously let out moans. Yuygeom’s dick twitches inside of you and you begin to rock your hips up and down and feel his hands all over you–on your neck then slowly he moves his hands down to your shoulders and finally to your waist. Yugyeom loves your hips. He’s told you many times how much he loves holding onto them even just when he’s cuddling you. Your glowing brown skin and curvy hips caught his attention the moment he met you. 

Yugyeom guides you as you ride him and you love how he is controlling your body. It doesn’t take much before your core begins to warm and synapses fire to your pussy. 

Yuygeom knows you’re close and he whispers in your ear, “Baby one time, you scream for me one time,” and you can’t help but to obey his requests. You let out a cry and a moan, letting him know how good it feels to fuck him. Warmth and wetness rush to your center and you can’t help but scream Yugyeom’s name as you spiral into bliss and cum all over his dick.

Yugyeom feels you tighten around his dick and he’s more turned on than ever. 

You catch your breath for a brief moment and before you know it, Yugyeom has lifted you up and turned on your back. 

Yugyeom hovers over you and you rub your hands up and down his tattooed arms. You look into each other’s eyes and you can see the hunger growing. Yugyeom grabs his dick and lines it with the entrance of your pussy, and slowly pushes inside of you. He fills you up and his dick fits perfectly inside you, like you were made for each other. Yuygeom speeds up as he fucks you and thrusts harder and harder. He stops briefly, only to lift your leg and put it over his shoulder.

He pushes deeper and you can feel all of him. He’s hitting your pussy walls and you’ve never felt so much pleasure with pain.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so wet. You feel so fucking good.”

 Yuygeom continues to fuck you hard and you see his skin glisten with sweat. His damp hair falls to the sides and you grab a handful of his hair and tug it just a bit.

“Oh fuck, I love when you do that,” he exclaims between heavy breaths. Yugyeom can feel himself about to spiral into his own bliss, but he’s not ready to cum just yet.

He pulls his dick out from your pussy and you see just how wet you really are for him.

“Turn over baby,” he demands.

Without hesitation, you do as he ordered. You steady yourself with the palms of your hands and maintain your balance on your knees. You grab the top of the mattress to brace yourself. “Spread your legs a little more for me Y/N” you do as he asks, “A little more,” you follow his instructions. “Now arch your back.”

Now that you’re in position, Yugyeom grabs your hips with his left hand and uses his right hand to help guide his dick into your slick opening. Yugyeom enters you once more. Your legs quiver just a bit at the feeling of him plunging inside. Your whole body feels like it’s lighting up. Yuygyeom continues to thrust his dick inside of you and you participate by rocking your hips into him. 

“You make me dizzy,” are words that escape Yugyeom’s mouth as he fucks you. You can feel that Yuygeom is speeding as he fucks you, signaling that he’s close.

“You’re going to make me cum so fucking hard, Y/N,” Yuygeom says between quick breaths.

Moments later, Yuygeom is spilling all of himself inside of you and moaning as his orgasm hits him in waves. He pumps into you a few more times before he stops and hugs you from behind and kisses your neck. He doesn’t care that you’re sweaty, he loves you, loves your brown skin. 

You both collapse in the bed and Yugyeom wraps his arms around you. He uses his hand and fingers to trace the curves of your body. He lifts his hand to your chin and gently turns your head to look at him. He’s staring deep into your eyes.

“You’re absolutely beautiful Y/N. I’ve never seen anyone like you, never met anyone like you. You make me feel so high I could kiss the sky.” 

You smile at his compliment and feel your cheeks warm. 

You decided it was best to preserve water and shower together. The two of you climbed into bed and Yugyeom pulled you close to cuddle. You could feel his dick harden against your ass, He whispered in your ear, “How many times can we make love tonight?”

You giggled, but Yugyeom was serious. “I didn’t get to taste you.”

Yugyeom turned you over on your back and make his way beneath the covers. Once again he pulled off your panties and told you to spread your legs. He slipped his tongue into your pussy and licked upwards to your clit. It was going to be a long night, and you weren’t going to get any sleep.

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Why I haven't posted:

Hey everyone! I want to first apologize that I have not posted a follow up to my first story. My intention was to complete the next part of I Want U Around (Yugyeom fic) but I had a MAJOR life event. My partner of 5 years and I broke up. It was a mess, we had a house together, and I've spent the past couple months in therapy learning how to be me again. I started writing about a month ago but now I finally have something ready!

It's not the next part of I Want U Around. However, it is a SMUTTY One Shot - Curvy Black Reader! x Yugyeom.

I'll be posting it immediately after this.

My life has been pretty hectic but writing is my outlet and my goal is to be more consistent. Again I apologize and hope that you're still interested.

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Title: I Want U Around

Main Characters: Y/N, Yugyeom, Jinyoung, BamBam (others may be featured as the story develops)

Reader Type: Black! Reader x Yugyeom

Synopsis: You moved to Korea so you could see the world, but Korea isn’t what you expected. It may be time to leave. That is until you meet Kim Yugyeom. A tall, sweet, and funny kpop idol. You are not a kpop fan, just an ex-pat living in Seoul.

A/N: I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes. I wrote most of this three weeks ago and then life got really crazy. I’m sorry that it took so long for me to get this out. 

Anything in italics means it's a thought in Y/N’s head. *-asterisk denotes the meaning of a word or phrase. I hope you enjoy it and look forward to Chapter 2.

Chapter 1

You were staring out the storefront window into the busy streets of Seoul, waiting for the clock to finally say 5:00 pm. It was only 2:17 pm. Your stomach rumbled, reminding you of just how hungry you were. In a rush this morning, you left your lunch at home. A shame too because you finally got your neighbor to share her sundubu jjigae recipe with you and made enough to last for the next three days. 

You were very strict with your budget, something your parents instilled in you since you got your first job at 16 years old. So walking across the street to grab tteokbokki from the food cart was not in the budget, even if it’s only ₩6,500. You can almost taste the jjigae that’s waiting for you at home. Your stomach growled again, “I can wait it out. I don’t have that much time left of my shift.” You glanced at your phone thinking it must be at least 3 pm now. It wasn't. It’s only 2:20 pm now. 

You quietly sigh as your boss, Mrs. Jeong, is definitely lurking around somewhere in the store. Thankfully this is only your part-time job. Working at *Tyche, a luxury clothing store was to supplement your income while teaching. Korea was not what you thought it would be. You could hear the words your best friend uttered to you a year ago, “Y/N, if you really want to travel and see the world, you could teach English abroad.” It was a great idea and you were surprised you didn’t even consider that yourself. 

*Tyche is the Greek deity for fortune and prosperity of a city. 

It had been really hard trying to find a job out of college. Even your internship working on political campaigns had not helped you get your foot in the door. It’s a competitive and cutthroat environment and if you were being honest with yourself, it burnt you out. So what did you do? You got a TEFL certificate so you could teach English in another country while you figured out exactly what you wanted to do. 

Seoul is beautiful. It’s bustling with college students, ex-pats, tourists, doctors, lawyers, and there is a cafe on every corner. Occasionally you see crowds of people flock to a famous actor or idol. It’s hard being away from home. Being in a country where the beauty standard is the opposite of what you look like has its challenges. You’re not thin, you don’t have perfect pale skin, or silky straight hair. Your skin glows with melanin, you have some curves, and your hair is coily. Most of the time you braid your own hair or wear wigs. It wasn’t uncommon for people to stare at you in public places, ask to take a picture with you, touch your hair, and ask you to teach them how to dance. Microaggressions with no ill-intent behind them, but if you think about it too much, it can be exhausting.

“Maybe it’s time to leave Seoul,” you thought. “I could try China. Last time I checked, Beijing or Guangzhou are looking for English teachers,” your thoughts continued. But you were abruptly interrupted by the sound of the front glass doors opening and people talking. You looked up and saw three men. One was very tall, had dyed brown hair, broad shoulders, and a big bright smile. The other guy had a silver blue mullet, color contacts to match, and earrings decorated his lobes. The third guy was very clean cut, dark hair perfectly in place, and he looked athletic. The third guy was laughing at something his friends said. He was dressed very well. They were all dressed very well. After all, this store is on Apgujeong Rodeo Street and most customers look very put together. All three of these men had jawlines that could cut glass. 

Your Korean has improved so much and you studied hard before coming here. It was one of the reasons you were hired and you are the only non-Korean employee. You smiled and spoke, “Hello! Welcome to the Galleria. Do you have an appointment with one of our stylists today?” All three men turned to stare at you and you felt like a deer in headlights. These men were really gorgeous.

 The one with the dark hair spoke,

 “Hello. Yes, I have an appointment with… I think her name is Yi-seo?” 

“Oh yes, Yi-seo is one of our most talented stylists,” You walked over to the counter to check Yi-Seo’s schedule on the tablet. The dark haired man followed you to the counter while the guy with the mullet looked around the store. The tall one with the light brown hair was fixated on you. Your face felt flush when you realized he was staring at you. You looked into his eyes and smiled. He smiled back.

“The appointment is for 2:30 pm, I’m a little early,” the dark haired one said, pulling you from your gaze.

“That’s okay. I just need to check you in. May I have your name please?”

“Park Jinyoung,” he replied. 

“Thank you Mr. Park,” you said as you tapped on the tablet confirming Mr. Park’s arrival. The confirmation immediately sent a notification to Yi-Seo to let her know that her client is here. You noticed that next to Jinyoung’s name there was a gold check mark. The gold check mark is reserved for very important clients, which means they get access to the private lounge for the duration of the appointment. These guys must be actors, idols, or even chaebols.

“You and your acquaintances can follow me to the private lounge,” The three men followed you and you could feel the tall one’s eyes on you.

“I am sorry. I haven't introduced myself to you. My name is Y/N and I will be your concierge for today. I will be assisting your stylist Yi-Seo as well.”

“Hi, I’m Yugyeom,” the tall one said with his big smile, “and this is BamBam,” he said as he pointed to the man with the silver blue mullet. BamBam quickly waved at you before turning his attention to the rest of the lounge. It’s a posh room, with red velvet furniture, gold chandeliers, and spotless glass tables. Byung-ho, the Tyche security guard is standing in the room as well. You bow to Byung-ho and then turn your attention back to your clients. 

One of the glass tables has 2 bottles of champagne sitting in an ice bucket and several glass flutes. “Can I offer you gentlemen a glass of champagne while you wait for Yi-Seo to arrive?” All three of them nodded their heads and BamBam enthusiastically said, “Yes, please!” and continued surveying the lounge.

You went to grab the bottle of champagne to pop it open, but Yugyeom quickly walked over to you and said,

 “Let me get that for you.”

“Oh it’s no problem Mr…?”

“Kim. and I don’t mind at all. These corks go flying in any and all directions. I’m good at aiming at them so they don’t hit anyone. And you can just call me Yuygeom.”

You’re very capable of opening a champagne bottle, after all it’s part of your job. But Yugyeom is right, they are unpredictable and the champagne flows out quickly. 

Pop!

“Whew!” a startled BamBam said. You quickly grab the champagne flutes and take the bottle from Yugyeom. When you went to grab the bottle, your hands briefly touched and you felt a flutter in your stomach, and it wasn’t because you went without lunch. You looked up to Yugyeom and his cheeks were a little pink. Did he feel that flutter too?

You filled the champagne flutes and gave the first one to Jinyoung, the second to BamBam, and the last one to Yugyeom.

“Thank you, Y/N,” they all said, overlapping each other.

“You’re not going to have a glass?” Yugyeom asked

“Oh no, I can't, I'm working. Also, it’s just for our special guests,” you replied

“Oh right. So we’re special guests?” Yugyeom asked cheekily.

“Well they have to be special guests if they get to wait in the lounge and drink champagne,” you thought to yourself.

“Of course,” you replied. Yugyeom knows damn well that he, Jinyoung, and BamBam are special guests. “Maybe he’s just humble," you thought to yourself.

“Well since you can’t have—,” Yugyeom was interrupted by Yi-seo entering the room.

Yi-seo introduced herself. She is the epitome of the Korean beauty standard. Thin, glass skin, plump pink lips, and she’s taller than the average Korean woman. She has shiny, long dark hair with curtain bangs that frame her face. Her parents gifted her double eye-lid surgery for passing her CSAT. She looked like she could be an idol trainee. 

Even though Yi-Seo was at a higher ranking than me at the store, we became friends right away. Plus we both don’t like our boss, Mrs. Jeong. She was the first coworker to ask me out for drinks and from there our friendship blossomed. 

Yi-seo insisted that Yugyeom and BamBam sit on the large red velvet couches while she tended to Jinyoung. Yi-seo pulled out a clothing rack for Jinyoung to begin trying on clothes. Just one of those shirts could cover 6 months rent, but luckily the teaching organization pays for the accommodations. While Jinyoung was trying on garments behind a curtain, Yi-seo signaled for you to entertain Yugyeom and BamBam.

You weren’t sure what to do. Normally you’re alongside Yi-Seo but it looks like we have to improvise, as we weren’t expecting two additional guests.

You began to walk over to the couches were Yugyeom and BamBam were sitting. Yugyeom was on the left larger couch and BamBam was across from him in the smaller couch. You noticed that Yuygeom was talking to BamBam, but looking at you. As you approached, their voices quieted and Yugyeom glanced away and cleared his throat. 

Was he nervous? Were they talking about you? No, they have way better things to talk about. But that was weird, right? 

“Hello, Mr. Kim and— sorry I didn’t get your last name,” you said, facing BamBam.

Yugyeom interjected, “Oh, you can call us both by our first names.”

Are they trying to get me fired?

“Is there anything else I can get for you? We have an in-house cafe that can prepare light fares.” You reached down to the coffee table that is situated between the two men, grabbed two menus, and handed them each one.

“I can give you both a few moments to look over the menu.”

“Thank you,” they said in unison.

You took this opportunity to go to the bathroom, retouch your make-up, and check your hair. It’s not that you’re a vain person, but the job requires all of us to look well put together. Clean, crisp, clothes. Spotless faces and hair tucked away. You gave yourself a once over after reapplying lip tint and decided that you look good, then headed back to the lounge. 

Yi-Seo was helping Jinyoung remove a jacket and placing it back on the rack. Yuygyeom was standing tall, pouring more champagne into BamBam’s flute, and then more for himself. From behind, you couldn’t help but to stare at his shoulders. They were perfectly symmetrical and for the first time ever, you realized just how attractive shoulders can be. 

You grabbed the store tablet, opened up the app to order from the cafe, and walked over to the two men. Yugyeom turned around when he sensed your presence. 

He smiled and said “Hey, you’re back.” His eyes were dark, yet happy and alluring. He looked like a labrador retriever.

“Yes, have you had time to look at the menu? Is there anything I can order for you?” you asked. 

“Yes, could we have three coffees, one plain croissant, and two chocolate croissants?” Yuygeom asked.

“Absolutely,” you replied as you entered their order on the tablet, “Anything else?”

“No thank you, we’re good,” replied BamBam. 

You hit send, saw the order number 747, placed the tablet down, and headed to the cafe to pick up their order. 

Entering the cafe, you could hear a few of the women who work in the cafe excitedly gossiping. You walked up to the food pick up area and saw Do-yun. 

“Hey Do-yun, I’m here for order number 747,” you affirmed,

“Y/N, is it true there are kpop idols in the VIP lounge?” Do-yun asked.

Kpop idols? So that’s who those guys are. You know, the one Jinyoung did kind of look familiar. 

You have to be discrete about work clients and Do-yun knows this. You could both get in a lot of trouble for not following the privacy policy.

“Do-yun, you KNOW I cannot talk to you about VIP clients,” you reply sternly. 

“Awwhh,” Do-yun replied in a disappointed, whiny tone.

“But,” you said, and Do-yun perks up at the conjunction.

“They’re very attractive. There’s no way they are *jikjang-in,” you completed your sentence with a smirk and see Do-yun light up. You quickly shoot her a ‘be-quiet’ look and grabbed the tray with the coffee and croissants Yugyeon, Jinyoung, and BamBam ordered, then walk-off. 

There’s no way men that beautiful are sitting behind a desk crunching numbers all day.

*A jikjang-in is the equivalent of an American or Japanese salaryman.

You walked back into the VIP lounge and saw only BamBam sitting on the couch. Yugyeom was in a corner speaking quietly on his phone and Byung-ho stands statue-like at his post. You gently placed the coffee and croissants on the table, along with napkins. You glance up and see Yi-Seo is finishing up with Jinyoung. She places his items in a large bag with the Tyche logo, bows, and leaves the lounge. Jinyoung returns the bow and then walks over to BamBam to join him on the couch. Yuygyeom notices and quickly ends his phone call before heading back to the couch as well.

Since Yi-seo is all done with Jinyoung, that is your cue to leave. 

“It has been a pleasure to assist the three of you today. Is there anything else I can do for you?” you asked as you scan their faces. My God, they really are gorgeous. BamBam and Jinyoung smiled and glanced at Yugyeom, who looked nervous as he opened his mouth. No words came out and he began stammering. 

“What he means is thank you, Y/N. You made us feel very welcome,” BamBam interjected.

You bowed, turned on your heels, and began walking towards the VIP lounge door. It was time to get back to the retail floor. With your hand on the door knob, you heard, “Y/N, do you have a minute?” You turned around to see Yugyeom jumping out of his seat and rushing over to you.

Oh no, what is going on? Did I mess up their order? It was two chocolate croissants and one plain croissant with three coffees. Or what is one chocolate croissant and two plain?

Yugyeom was towering over you like a statue of a Greek God. He had taken his jacket off and he was wearing a sleeveless V-neck shirt. His muscles were showing and you could see that he had a few tattoos up and down his arms. 

Yugyeom ran his hands through his fluffy hair and opened his mouth. He was silent for a moment and then his eyes met yours. “Since you couldn’t enjoy the champagne with me, I was wondering… would you like to go out for a drink with me tonight?”

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I will absolutely take requests but there are some idols I’m not comfortable writing for, especially since I will be writing NSFW 18+ content. Don’t worry there will also be fluff and angst too!

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