Carrying On (Jay Park Mafia AU)

Summary: Its been said that in times of tragedy new relationships emerge and become stronger, when tragedy strikes we seek connection it is in our nature.  How does the loss of their father affect the relationship between Jay and his adopted sister, Amara. Does it strengthen it? Or does it reveal things which were once hidden?

AN:  This is the first story I’ve ever posted, constructive criticism is always welcome

Fifty-one.... fifty-two…. fifty-three…. fifty-four…. fifty-five… damn this is really not working. Why do they always make it seem like counting sheep helps you fall asleep? I checked the clock again- 12:05am. Sighing, I rolled over to the cooler side of my bed and let my mind wonder to the last 2 weeks, the worst 2 weeks of my life as far as I can remember. My adopted father and leader of the most powerful mafia clan in South Korea had passed away, leaving his only son Jae-beom (aka Jay) in charge of his empire.

I don’t remember too much from my childhood before I was adopted but from the snippets I do remember and what I’ve been told, it wasn’t good. I was found by Jay’s father going through garbage outside one of the restaurants the family owns at the age of 10, having been abandoned by my mother for being a mixed-race baby, I guess she couldn’t deal with having a half black half Korean child any longer. According Jay’s father I reminded him of the daughter he had lost a couple years prior when she and her mother (his wife/Jay’s mother) had falling ill and both passed away. In the back of my head I always felt like some sort of ‘replacement child’ for the daughter he had lost, even though he never made me feel like it, even Jay made me feel like his little sister even though it took a bit of time for him to get use to me as he was 16years old when I was “brought into the family” but over time we became very close, even naming me his co-right hand along with his best friend Simon. And of course he always took his role as the protective big brother a little too seriously with some of my boyfriends throughout high school and varsity. They would break up with me after a few weeks with either a broken nose or blackened eye.

I sighed and rolled over one more time before giving up and getting out of bed to make a cup of tea or something stronger to help me fall asleep. I threw a long silk robe over my sleep chemise to conserve some decency just in case one of the guards was roaming around. As I walked down the hall, I noticed Jay’s bedroom door slightly open with the light inside shining through. After softly knocked I pushed the door to find him sitting on the couch facing the fireplace with the coffee table filled with presumably work papers, “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” he asked without turning around, his full attention on the fire before him. “Shouldn’t you?” I rebutted as I grabbed the empty whiskey glass in his hand, walked over to the mini bar in his room to get him a refill and me a glass of his strongest whiskey on the rocks. He was still wearing the black slacks and black dress shirt he wore earlier in the day with the tie thrown somewhere in the room and his top two buttons undone.

“Seems we both can’t fall asleep huh” he said, as I handed him his glass. He mumbled a soft thanks as I sat down next to him. “Seems like” I replied leaning into his shoulder and staring into the flames with him. For some time, nothing could be heard but the fire crackling and the occasional clinking of ice against glass as we took sips of our drinks. “So, what happens now?” I asked, finally breaking the silence. He sighed, running his hand over his face. “In a few days, we meet with the heads of the families underneath us to continue business as usual” he answered, gulped down the rest of his drink and placed the glass on the side table as to not jolt me from his shoulder. “Can’t believe he’s gone” I whispered.

“Neither can I” he responded, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the back of the couch. Jay had been prepped to be the leader of the family organisation since he turned 13 and now at the age of 32, he was more than ready to take over and I had no doubt he would do great things in this position but the fact of our father’s passing was still heavy in our hearts. I gulped down the rest of my drink as well and placed my glass on coffee table. I stretched out my back and neck, unconsciously pushing my chest out against the silk of my robe. Long gone were the days of the scrawny little girl who first joined the family; I had grown into a woman with curves in all the right places, soft caramel skin which glowed under the light of the fire. From the corner of my eye, I notice Jay intensely watching me, not being able to decipher the look like I usually would be able to I pushed it aside.

“Can I have a hug?” I asked, giving him my best puppy dog eyes and pout. He chuckled while getting up and opening his arms up for me. I quickly jumped into his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck before he could change his mind. He wrapped his arms around my waist a bit lower than they usually would be. For some reason this hug felt different from every other hug we’ve shared, but still felt warm, safe and like home. “I’ll never let anything or anyone hurt you” he suddenly confessed into my hair as he placed a soft kiss on the crown of my head, I looked up to find his dark brown eyes staring into mine. “And I will never leave your side” I replied, my statement making him smile. I don’t know what took over me but I suddenly found myself leaning up to kiss him. He didn’t respond at first but after a few seconds I felt his lips move against mine. This kiss was so much better than any I had ever experienced before. His lips were soft but firm, he tasted of the whiskey we had been drinking and a hint of something else, something uniquely him, he took full control of the kiss holding onto my waist a little tighter. Suddenly I felt like a bucket of cold water fell on me when I felt his tongue brushing against my lips and I came to my senses. I shouldn’t have kissed Jay… he was practically my older brother. I quickly ended the kiss, pushing myself away from him and loosening his grip on my waist in the process. “I’m sorry” I mumbled, avoiding his eyes, trying to get past him and back to my room and to hide under my covers from the embarrassment. “Amara wait” he said, calling me by my birth name instead of the name I was given when I came into the family. He was the only one who called me Amara as he knew I preferred that name a little bit more than my given name. He quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me back into his embrace before I could even take 5 steps away from him. I couldn’t bare to look into his face because of the embarrassment. “That kiss wasn’t a mistake” he said softly. I looked up at him, surprised. “I’ve always felt more for you than any normal brother would or even should, I guess that’s why I have always been so protective over you. At first I thought it was because you had such a tough time growing up and I wanted to protect you from that and this hectic mafia life you had been brought into, but as we grew older I knew it was much more than that. That’s why I could never stand seeing you with those idiots you used to date, especially that piece of shit Bobby” he said. Bobby was the guy I had dated in my senior year of high school but he had broken up with me right after prom after I had given him my virginity, stating that the only reason he was with me was to sleep with the “Park Princess”. I remember crying for a week but after that he mysteriously went missing and his family left town not long after. I had always assumed he had left with his family.

“You’re mine. You’ve always been mine and I’m never letting you go” he declared, looking deep into my eyes before pulling me back into a slightly rough passionate kiss. Deep down I knew I felt the same way about him. I even had a full blown crush on Jay between the ages of 16-18 but after that I quickly pushed it aside thinking it was not only one sided but wrong as he was supposed to be my brother. I briefly thought back to my past boyfriends and realised they all had either personality or physical similarities to Jay but in my mind and heart they would never amount to him. I felt him walk backwards towards the couch without breaking our passionate embrace. He broke our kiss to sit down and signalled for me to straddle him. Before I did I untied the knot I had done on my robe, letting the soft silk fall off my skin, revealing the deep red chemise I was wearing underneath. “Fuck” I heard him whisper as I straddled his lap and continued kissing him, his hands returned to my waist, pulling me closer into him which cause my barely covered pussy to brush up against the quickly growing bulge in his pants, this action causing us both to groan into each other’s mouths.

His lips left mine and started trailing down my neck, finding that sweet spot that made me grind into him just a little harder. My fingers made quick work unbuttoning his shirt and slowly ran down his strong chest lightly brushing over his nipples, this action causing him to groan and dig his fingers- which had moved from my waist to my ass- deeper into my soft but firm flesh. His lips quickly returned to mine as his hands started trailing up, dragging my chemise with them. We briefly separated so he could pull the material over my head before returning to the kiss. “Hold on tight” he muttered, as he got up without breaking our kiss, my legs wrapped securely around his waist. He softly placed me onto his bed as he broke apart from my lips to remove the rest of his shirt. “Fuck you’re perfect” he groaned, his voice laced with lust. “Those fuckers didn’t deserve you” he muttered as he returned to kissing my neck, this time also grabbing onto my boobs and playing with my nipple with his one hand whilst the other trailed down the side of my body and returned to my legs around his waist, I felt nothing but him at that moment, the soft heated touch of his hands running down my body, the smell of his rich expensive cologne, his soft lips on my nipple driving me crazy. At that moment all my thoughts were consumed by him. “Have you ever wondered what happened to that piece of shit Bobby” he said looking into my eyes with a dark look I had only seen a handful of times. “I killed him” he said, now kissing and sucking my left nipples whilst his right hand continued to play with the other.  “What!” pulling his hair causing him to look up at me, “Not only did he have the audacity to touch what’s mine, but he hurt you as well…he had to pay for that” he declared kissing me once again. As dark and twisted as it seems, his confession turned me on even more.

His kisses left my lips once again as he kissed my body further and further down. His fingers made quick work of the cute thong I had been wearing, tearing it off my body “Hey! That was one of my favourites” I complained before moaning as his fingers brushed up against my clit, “I’ll buy you a million more, get you whatever you want and I’ll do whatever you want” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “Well right now, I want you to stop teasing and eat me out” I said grabbing onto his hair, pushing him down towards where I needed him most, “Your wish is my command, my Queen” he said seductively before attaching his lips to my clit. Him calling me his Queen and the feeling of his thick fingers entering me as he sucked my clit made me cum instantly. “Jay!” I screamed his name as I experienced a high like never before. As I came down from it, he pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean whilst looking me dead in the eye. “You taste so good babygirl I could be down there forever” he said. I quickly sat up and pushed him back and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips sent my body into overdrive as I quickly unbuckled his pants. He chuckled at the rushed movements and pushed me back as he got up to remove his pants.

 As he did this, I got a full proper look at his body; firm, muscular, covered in tattoos and all mine. I truly was the luckiest girl in the world at that moment. As he pulled down his briefs, I got my first proper look at him, he was long, thick and veiny. His tip was an angry red colour dripping beads of pre-cum. He’s gorgeous, I thought. I reached out to feel him, barely able to wrap my hand around him. He felt hot and heavy in my hand. I slowly started to stroke him, and he let out the sexiest groan I had ever heard causing me to look up at him. His eyes were dark with lust and passion. “Baby, you better stop if you don’t want this to end too early” he groaned, taking my hand away from him and leaning into another kiss. He laid me down and once again started kissing my neck. At the back of my mind I wondered if it would hurt; Jay was definitely much more blessed than any other man I had been with.

“Don’t worry baby I’ll go slow” he said positioning himself between my legs as if reading my mind.

“At first” I replied with a sexy smirk on my face as I grabbed him and pumped him a few times before lining him up with my entrance.  “I love you” he said as he slowly entered me. He felt so big that it kind of hurt but I didn’t want him to stop. The pleasure outweighed the pain. “Fuck baby, I love you too” I moaned as he finally bottomed out. “Shit baby you feel so good” he groaned as he started moving at a slow and steady pace. I grabbed his face and pulled him down into another kiss, missing the feel of his lips on me. In this moment I felt complete I knew that we were meant to be, I knew that he was fully mine and as I his. “Fuck baby harder” I moaned as he moved one of my legs to rest on his shoulder. He granted my wish as he started moving faster and harder, hitting a spot in me that made my brain go all fuzzy. I became a moaning mess underneath him as he did what he pleased with my body. “Shit baby, I’m so close” I groaned against his lips. At that moment he pulled out of me and before I could protest he flipped me over onto my stomach and pulled my hips up into a perfectly arched position, he quickly re-entered me, now feeling even deeper than he was before. The sounds that were coming out my mouth didn’t sound like me but at that moment in time I didn’t care because all my body and mind were focused on Jay and the pleasure he was giving me. My mind briefly drifted, the thought of him impregnating me at the moment and how beautiful our baby would be warming me up even more. This thought quickly got pushed aside as I felt him grab my hair and pull me up till my back met his chest. “Fuck baby you feel so good and so fucken tight” he groaned into my ear as I turned my head to kiss him. “I want to feel you cum on me” he groaned as his fingers attached themselves to my clit sending me into the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life. My walls tightened so much around him that he came not a second later. He continued pumping into me, drawing out our highs as much as possible. “Fuck” he sighed in content. “I’m never going to get enough of you” he said pulling me into another kiss.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing” I said clenching my inner walls around his still hard member. He groaned, flipping us over till I was on top of him with his dick deep inside me.

“No, not a bad thing at all” he smirked as I slowly started moving, “You’re mine forever” he said, sitting up and kissing me once again. We continued to make love until the sun slowly started peaking through the curtains. “I love you” he whispered into my hair as I lay in his arms, “And I love you” I replied as I turned my head to give him one last kiss before we fell asleep.

At the back of our minds, we both knew we would probably face a lot of heat and probably negative attention if our relationship was to be exposed with most saying it’s wrong. However, I knew that no matter what Jay would never leave me nor I him.

The End

Biker

Genre: Smut with Christian Yu x Female Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, fingering, foreplay

Summary: Is it wrong to be jealous of a bike?

Reference: Kiss me by DPR Live

Word count: 1111 words

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“So, is this her? The one that’s stealing my man away from me?” You chuckle.

Christian continues to rub the wax into the metalwork of his new Harley, his arms flexing with each circular motion. A shine beginning to appear from his hard work on the black painted metal. The chrome standing proud of its darker leather and paint. He adores this bike and has spent every waking hour with it, designing it or talking about it. It’s like the bike is replacing you. Christian’s indigo jeans and vest slightly damp from the water used to wash the bike, grease and dirt blurring into the tattoos that mark his skin.

“Yeah, she’s a beaut,” he replies, throwing the dirty rags over to the workbench, removing the black disposable gloves before mounting the bike. The jeans are tight against his thighs allowing you to see the muscles move as he straddles the seat. Hands stroking and tapping the metalwork like this was your skin.

The closer you get you can see some of the strands of his wavy hair stuck to his forehead, unsure whether it’s a sweat sheen or water from the wash. Either way, he still looks good enough to eat, even though he needs a shower.

You stroke the bodywork appreciating it just like he is. The 100% black and chrome detailing were a nice contrast, it looks stunning. You could see why he loved this bike so much that he just had to have it. Your fingers tracing delicately over the paintwork across to the leather. He’s watching you intently as you move from leather to denim, then jersey as your hand rises along his thigh and chest. Reaching his hair, brushing your fingers through the dark locks as he closes his eyes from the sensation.

Christian shuffles backwards onto the passenger seat, slapping the cushioned leather in front of him signalling for you to mount the bike. You grip the handlebars, throwing your leg over and taking the front seat between his legs. Your back against his chest as you lay both your hands on the bodywork, stroking upwards towards the handlebars, leaning forward in the process. The black skinny jeans you’re wearing lowering at the back, your tee lifting as you reach the handlebars, showing your back dimples and your black lace underwear.

His hands land on your hips, watching your muscles as they stretch forward, gripping you tightly. You gaze over your shoulder, seeing him looking at your exposed skin and brief line before he catches you watching him. Pulling at your hips to bring you closer to his lap, his expression darkening as your ass touches between his thighs. You grab the hem of your tee pulling it over your head, your hair falling over your shoulders as you throw it over the handlebars. You rest your back against his firm chest as his hands come to rest on your front. Lifting your arms above your head, arching yourself so you can rest your head on his shoulder. Your fingers running through his hair and down to his nape, displaying your black lace bra and chest to his view over your shoulder. He eyes burning down your body as his hands follow his gaze, raking up to cup your chest as your mouth meets his neck.

He leans forward, desperately reaching your collarbone while you find his ear, pulling it with your teeth. A hiss leaves his throat as you tug at his vest, pulling it from his back lightly, scratching your nails across his skin. His hair flops as he pulls the vest off and throws it across the handlebars, your fingers in his hair once more. Christian kisses down your neck as your hands stroke his arms, still cupping your chest, massaging the flesh beneath through the lace. Your fingers toying with the intricate lines of black ink before lacing between his fingers.

Christian’s breathing exaggerates. Pants are billowing across your skin, his chest heaving just as much as yours making you whimper. Placing a kiss on his hair, you’re peppering as his head lifts. His lips finding yours in this heat. Passionate and deep with the occasional bite as your body succumbs to his movements. A burning ache filling your body as your heart pounds in your chest. Unconsciously, you begin to writhe against him, feeling him harden against your ass.

His hands are moving, caressing your skin as they reach for your jeans. Undoing the button and unzipping your fly to give him access to your sex, not that he does this straight away. He teases your sensitive skin by playing with your lace underwear first, tracing his fingers across the delicate patterns at the waistband.

Unable to handle his teasing, you slip your hand between the lace and your skin, collecting wetness on your fingers before smearing it on his lip and putting your fingers in your mouth, sucking them clean. Christian curls his lip into his mouth soothing it with his tongue before smashing into your kiss once more, his hand under the lace caressing the smooth skin bit by bit. He stops his movements, lifting the lace to look down then looks at you.

“I went to beauticians yesterday.”

“Fu-uck babe.”

His hand immediately lands between your legs, gracing the skin and parting your folds covering his fingers in your arousal. His mouth is on your neck, biting just the right spots and using his tongue to soothe the mark. Christian his pulling you towards his hardened crotched as you’re curled into his shoulder you start to rub against him, enjoying every move he’s making. He’s toying with you, circling your clit alternately with dipping his digits into you, whispering in your ear what he wants to do you.

The bike begins to topple making Christian move quickly to stop it from falling over, both of your movements sending it unsteady. He gets off the bike while you rotate a leg to sidesaddle before he’s wrapping your legs around his waist. His hair to dishevelled, his arms rippling as he grips your legs around him, you’re on each other's mouths and your arms wrapped around his shoulders while he’s desperately searching for a surface to slam you on. Upon finding the workbench, he pulls on your jeans while you help to wiggle out of them, leaving you in your underwear.

Christian’s practically drooling over you, his mouth salivating as he leans in, not even bothering to remove his jeans. He whispers in your ear as you fumble with his jeans, taking him in your hands and sliding him over your wetness.

“Nothing could ever replace you, babe”

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Can someone PLEASE do a scenario, smut, SOMETHING with BIGONE??? I'm obsessed but there's nothing with him here :cry:

Here's a little edit because I am having some technical difficulties so I will post my ffs and imagines on Sunday. Always Love and Goodnight birdies 💦 🕊 🕊 🕊 🕊 An imagine may randomly appear here one day. 🕊 🕊 🕊 #jaypark #jayparkitrighthere #kpopharambe #chrisloco #raye #ego #kpop #kmusic #khh #krandb #aomg #kpopsmut #fanfiction #khhsmut #kpopimagines

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tagged by @another-kpop-fan

name: Sasha

nickname: Bunny, Sasha, Aster ext

gender: female

star sign: Aires in Western astrology and Dragon (Im the G to the D) in Chinese astrology.

height: 5′6

hogwarts house: hufflepuff

dream trip: Korea and Thailand

average hours of sleep: My sleeping schedule is untamed. On average maybe 2 to 3. On Sundays probably 12. why i made a tumblr: I was hesitant at first because back in middle school tumblr was loke the dirty secret place so I never came but happily after a few trials and error I finally started to post more this year (I’m a senior btw). I want to show people my writing even though it’s trash and meet new peeps.

dog or cat person: I like bunnies though 😂😂 but I like all.

when i made my blog: Maybe around 2012 but I officially started posting this year

reasons for my url: kpop sinner bunny? I really don’t know why I kept it this way but ehh. It was based off this video project I did back in 9th grade year and it was base of the 7 sins and my nickname is bunny. Yup yup

I don’t really know who to tag but okay: @khhsmuts @khiphop-stories @kpop-imagines-and-ships @bangyongguktigger @monstaxjh

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Genre: Smut with Simon D x Female Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, finger kink, pet names (slight), breath play, unprotected sex

Summary: Simon and that god damn smirk of his takes over. He owns you.

References: Jung Jin Chul by Simon Dominic

Word count: 370 words

Notes: The song choice might not be the best but I love the beat and the voice in this one. Fits perfectly, even though I know the words don’t really match up. Also, this is my first Simon fic so I’m feeling the pressure. As a heads up, I use Simon’s real name (KiSeok) in this fic.

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The heat radiating between you is furious. Buckled and moulded to his will, exposing yourself ass up for him. Head buried in the pillow, muffling the whines that spill from your mouth with every pound against your ass.

The sounds made from the sheer force and your dripping arousal fill the air as he grips your hips tighter, bruising the skin ever so slightly in their mission to leave you with the faintest souvenir.

Kiseok adjusts the angle, legs either side of yours somehow reaching even deeper as an elbow rests beside you, hovering above your misted body. His hand wrapping over your shoulder, as though it’s a new handle to pull you down onto him.

His head rests beside yours as his other hand tugs your hair back, exposing your neck and your moans, no longer muffled by the pillow. 

“Ahhhh... fuck,”

You mewl, catching your breath right next to his ear. Kiseok’s fingers find your lips, tracing them with the lightest touch before pushing not 1, but 3 into your mouth to suck. You willingly take them, teasingly working each digit, lathering a drool as you imagine his cock pressing heavy on your tongue. Your imagination and the onslaught of his actions teetering the pleasure within you.

“Ooh… you’re such a good girl for me. Do you like it?” He hisses in your ear pulling his fingers from your mouth with a pop. Drool covering them as he smears it across your lips, with you nodding in agreement still whimpering from Kiseok’s brutal pace.

He pulls your hair snapping your head back and you bend just the way he wants.

“I said, do you like it?” he practically growls it at you, a smirk spreading across his face when the exasperated reply from you breathes “Yes!”

Kiseok releases your hair and wraps his fingers around your throat. Each digit flexing, pressing ever so slightly and restricting the airflow leaving you garbling through your moans of pleasure. His lips on your ear, breathing heavily and matched to his rhythm while the familiar burning sensation fires through your body. Your walls begin to throb around his cock as he lowly groans in your ear,

“Good, then fucking cum for me.”

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Do you still take requests for khh artists smut? 😩

Hello Anon!

It’s so weird to get asks! I barely get any, especially requests. TBH, I don’t ever get requests so this is TRULY surprising. I don’t have and haven’t really had a ‘request window’ per se.

I’ll let you into a secret Anon... of course I am. Send some deets on ask and I’ll take a look.

Fair warning though, I am struggling of late with creativity, not lack of ideas but my mindset is rather low so I’m getting frustrated with a lot of work. Yet this could be the inspiration I need.

I can certainly give it a try!