Jay Park smut where you are a tough kind of girl and you meet jay in a
club and he is intrigued by your attitude and you eventually hook up.
A/N: Please note that this scenario contains:one night stand sex, squirtingand general naughty stuff ^_^
After being in a dead end relationship for the past 4 years,
tonight you were finally ready to reclaim yourself as a single woman and
celebrate that. For too long, you had felt like you had become a shell of
yourself – your ex being your childhood sweetheart and being the only person
you had ever been sexually intimate with. You had completely revamped not only
your looks – but you slowly began to become the tough, fearless girl that you
knew you once were.
You looked stunning from head to toe. Your hair looked,
smelled and felt like heaven; while any gained weight from the comfort of your
previous relationship was dropped – and you felt damn good in your little black dress and high heels; donning a
thong and no bra as your dress was so tight that it didn’t need it. You felt
the sexiest that you had ever felt, and you were on your way to one of the best
clubs in Seoul with your girlfriends for a night of intended debauchery and
After waiting in line and showing your ID’s, you were
finally able to enter the club. The music along with the atmosphere was booming
as the club quickly began filling up and drinks started to be consumed. You
ordered a vodka and redbull along with a Corona – starting off as you were
meaning to go on, as you sat down around the table with your friends. The club
itself was bourgie, high class and was always filled on the nights that it
opened as it also attracted some of south Koreas hottest and finest
You were having the time of your life, laughing and talking
with your friends, feeling the effects of the alcohol begin to take over your
body as you threw back drink after drink. After finishing the one you had in
your hand, you decided to get up and go over to the bar to order yourself
another – even though the guys that had made their way over to your table had insisted
on doing it for you, you had told them that you really didn’t need a man to do
your legwork for you – that you were a big girl and you can handle walking a
few metres to get your alcohol yourself, to which they smirked and probably
thought that you were some kind of stuck up bitch; but you couldn’t care less
about what they thought about you. You toddled over to the bar, shimmying
yourself between the group of guys that were standing around it and placing
your hands on the counter.
“Can I get a whiskey – on the rocks please?” you said
sweetly, looking into the barman’s face as he smiled at your request.
“Going hard tonight then, Miss?” he replied as he poured out
your drink into a small tumbler over ice.
“Damn right I am” you replied, giving him a cheeky wink as
he placed the glass on the bar. Just as you were about to hand over your money,
you seen a heavily tattooed arm from your left reach over, gently placing money
down on the counter. You swerved your eyes over, following the trail of tattoos
to eventually be met by someone who you wouldn’t have been able to mistake from
a mile away. The arm just to happened to belong to Jay Park, famous rapper and
creator of the record label AOMG. You looked at him, becoming star-struck for a
few seconds as he smiled at you slowly, raising his eyebrows and studying your
facial expressions as the barman looked on.
“The lady’s drink is on me” Jay purred, giving the barman a
sideways glace as he took his hand back and rested it on the counter. You
scoffed through your teeth, taking the money that you had in your hand and
placing it into the barman’s hand.
“The lady prefers to pay for her own drinks herself, here
you go” you said to him politely, watching him smile as he took the money from
you. You looked back at Jay to see him beaming a smile at you, noticing now
that the people who you had previously slid your way through were some of the
guys from AOMG – Simon, Loco Cha Cha; and of course, Jay.
“Do you always offer to pay for strangers drinks? Or is this
just your good deed for the year?” you asked coyly as you sipped on the whiskey,
feeling it warm your throat as it went down into your belly. Jay chuckled,
staring at you intensely and never taking his eyes off you. You had heard he
had a reputation for being a “player” – it was no secret that he was of course
attractive, you found his tattoos to add to his charm and of course, he looked
after his body too. But that wasn’t enough to make you fall for his tacky ‘paying
for your drink’ move that he just pulled.
“I don’t do it too often; but when I do, usually I’m not
refused.” He chuckled at you, shifting his weight from his feet and tilting his
head back a little. He was intrigued by you – usually girls were all over him,
so why were you different?
“Well there you go then, there’s a first time for everything”
you said as you flashed him a small smile and turning to walk away. As you did,
he gently reached out to you, taking a light grasp on your shoulder as he
stopped you in your tracks.
“Wait, you don’t know who I am? You’re not even gonna
introduce yourself?” he asked you, a look of shock sweeping over his attractive
face – his features striking and his eyes alluring.
“Oh I know who you are. But you’re gonna have to try a
little harder to get what you want, Jay” you said teasingly, before shrugging
his hand off and giving your best walk back to your girlfriends, letting him
have a clear view of your ass in the tight dress as you did. Jay sat watching after
you, as Simon slung his arm around him and chuckled dryly.
“Damn, she got you good son. Has Jay Park met his match?” he
said loudly over the music as the rest of the guys shared knowing glances
between themselves. Jay lay back against the counter, gripping his bottle of
beer and watching you from across the club as you sat with your friends,
completely ignoring him and his entire existence. You knew it hurt his ego –
but you were always a push and pull kind of gal; you weren’t going to give it
to him that easy.
Before long, you and your girls were finally drunk enough to
join the masses on the dance floor. As you began dancing and giggling with your
friends, Jay Parks song “You Know” came on in the club – the sexy and sultry
beat filling your ears as you swayed back and forth to the beat, moving your
hips slowly and running your hands through your hair. It was then you felt two
hands snake around your body, over your stomach and down towards your hips. You
jumped slightly at the sudden contact, before turning your head around to see
Jay, pulling you closer towards his body as he moved in time to the beat with
you. You turned around, still dancing with him as you leaned in towards him.
“You’re really not going to give up, huh?” you purred into
his ear, your voice soft and velvety. Jay could smell the liquor on your breath
along with the smell of your floral perfume filling his nostrils as he put his
hands on you once again.
“What do you take me for? You’re interesting. What’s your
name?” he said back, dying to know who you were as if you were some kind of
“(Y/N). My name is (Y/N).” You replied, not touching him
once as you ran your hands up and down your own body as the strobe lights
flickered. Jay said your name over in his head as he caught glimpses of your
drunken face, your head tilted back with your eyes closed as you felt your body
becoming absorbed by the heavy bass of his song. It was then you pushed him
back, smiling at him and backing away, never taking your eyes off him as you
slowly moved through the crowd. Jay followed you in a trance as time seemed to
slow down, the alcohol swarming through his veins and edging him on even more
as he watched you present a ‘come hither’ motion with your finger. Simon and
Loco watched from the bar as they couldn’t believe how you – who Jay had only
met tonight; had gotten him so wrapped around your little finger that he was
now following you like a little puppy.
You continued walking through the crowd, coming to the edge
of the dance floor to a more quiet part of the club, not even looking back as
you knew that Jay was following you. You stopped upon approaching the wall,
reaching your hand behind your head and pulling your hair around, exposing your
neck. You looked over your shoulder to see Jay, staring at your womanly frame,
practically undressing you with his eyes as he felt his member suddenly twitch
gently, getting harder at his explicit thoughts of you. He walked closer,
before you turned around and backed yourself up against the wall as he trapped you
between it, his mouth lingering over yours as you caught glimpses of his toned
body through the dim and sultry lights of the club. Jay kept his eyes on you as
he ran his hands over your sides, feeling the soft, thin fabric brush against
his palms as he ghosted them over your breasts, feeling your nipples harden as
you had no bra on, making him smirk slightly.
“No bra? Aren’t you a naughty girl” he whispered, his voice
soft and delicate but well controlled as you giggled, music to his ears as he
pressed his body against yours, letting you feel his hard manhood on your lower
abdomen. You began feeling the space between your legs soak your thong as you
imagined how he would feel in side you, his hands gripping your ass as you let
him take you in the most animalistic way possible. You placed a finger on his
lips, looking into his eyes which were filled with nothing but pure lust and
“Not here” you moaned gently, further enticing him as he
looked to the side and spotted the back entrance which he knew had a hallway
which was always empty.
“Over there” he said, taking your hand and whisking you away
to the side door, the both of you slipping out unnoticed.
As soon as you were out of view, you slammed Jay against the
wall and began kissing him roughly, both shocking him and turning him on beyond
belief. It was the first time he had met a girl who took such control as you
did, but at the same time you were vulnerable in so many ways too. You pressed
your chest against his, reaching your hand down and palming his clothed core,
making him groan into your mouth as he fed your ego. You pressed harder,
dominating the kiss as you took what you wanted, almost feeling him tremble
from your touch as he gripped your body close to his. You ran your hands up and
underneath his shirt, feeling his hard abs against your fingertips before
pulling the shirt up and over his body and placing your lips on his neck,
leaving small pink and purple galaxies in your wake. Jay relished in the
feeling of your teeth grazing his skin as he slipped his hands down and slid
them under your dress, pushing your legs apart and placing his hands over your
soft, clothed mound, feeling how wet you were.
“You’re so wet already, fuck” he growled in your ear, as you
stopped your attack on him, letting him take over as he switched places with
you, this time your back being against the wall and letting Jay have his way.
He continued to kiss you, occasionally biting your lip while he hiked your
dress up over your ass and hooked his finger under the small fabric of your
thong, running his fingers gently through your fold and spreading your juices
up towards your clit, massaging it gently as he elicited soft, breath mewls
from you as you panted into his mouth. He pulled back, watching your face as he
slid his middle finger inside of you, feeling your walls grip it tightly as he
began to pump you at a fast speed; knuckle deep. You gripped his arm as you
tensed your entire body against him, watching his eyes bare into your soul as
you let small moans fall from your mouth.
“Do you have a condom?” you managed to let out in between
“Back pocket baby” he cooed into your face, enjoying
watching you unravel underneath him. You slipped you hand around into his
pocket, feeling the small foil packaging before placing it in your mouth and reaching
down to his jeans and almost ripping the buttons clean off them. Jay removed
his finger from inside of you, sliding it into his mouth as he lapped your
juices up – making you whimper at the sight of him.
“You taste so good, mmh” he moaned teasingly, but you had
had enough. You pulled his jeans and boxers down in one go, watching his member
spring free. He was average size, but you were surprised at how thick he was as
you now imagined him filing you to the brim and stretching you out, making your
arousal almost unbearable as he stepped out of his garments and began pumping himself
slowly. As you tore open the packet and began to roll it onto his hard cock, he
gripped your breasts through the thin material of your dress, kneading them and
pinching your nipples, making your body judder at the over stimulation. Jay
checked that the condom was on securely, before pressing you back firmly up
against the wall and placing his hands around your thighs below your ass and
hoisting you into the air. You primitively wrapped your legs around him and gripped
his shoulders as he guided himself into the entrance of your sopping sex. You
both let out long, drawn out moans as he slid his member deep into your core,
feeling every inch of him fill you up. He fitted you like a glove as he began
to move deeper and harder, ramming you against the wall as you panted into his
“Fuck you feel amazing baby, ohhh shit” Jay groaned,
shutting his eyes closed tight and breathing harder and heavier with every
thrust, his hips rolling into yours while gripping your thighs for dear life –
so hard that you were sure he would leave nice little marks for you the next
morning. You put your arms under his shoulders and began dragging your nails down
his back, making him hiss and that contact and ram into you harder – reaching your
little spot of heaven deep within you every time. It was then you felt Jay’s
member begin to twitch inside of you, filling the condom with his seed as his
orgasm began to wash over him. He moaned your name, but you couldn’t help feel
hard done by. At least with your ex, he always to bring you to your end first
before he let himself become undone. You rolled your eyes as Jay began to slow
down and let you drop to the floor, rolling the soiled condom off himself and
tying it before placing it on the ground.
Just as you sighed and began pulling your dress down over
your legs, you felt Jays hand grab the back of your hair and bend you over the
large crate that sat beside the both of you.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he growled into
your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you felt beads of sweat begin to
form on your forehead. He gripped your hair harder, learning over your back as
you let out a whimper, squirming underneath him and spreading your legs
further. Jay moved back, getting down on his knees and observing your open
holes and he spread your ass cheeks and running the flat of his tongue over
both of your openings, making you moan in both shock and pleasure.
“That’s it (Y/N), moan for me. Let me hear your voice baby”
he hummed into your soft skin, before moving your body back towards him,
granting him more access to all of you as he attacked your clit with his
tongue, rubbing it back and forward and drinking you down. Without any warning,
he slammed two of his fingers inside of you, producing lewd sounds that filled
the air along with your uncontrollable moaning as your legs began to shake from
his penetration. It all became too much as you felt something that you had
never felt before. Complete ecstasy built itself up in parts of you that you didn’t
know existed, as you tried to hold it back for the fear of the unknown.
“Let go baby, it feels good right? Just let it go” Jay said
reassuringly as he put all of his strength from his arm, pumping into you at an
alarming rate. Upon hearing his words, you let your body relax as much as it
could, before feeling your orgasm hit you like a 3 tonne truck. You couldn’t
stop the screams that fell from your mouth as you felt yourself squirting over
Jay’s hand has he continued to pump you and make you ride out your intense
“That’s it baby, fuck you’re so sexy, good girl” he moaned,
encouraging you and making you feel less embarrassed as your sweet nectar dripped
down your thighs and his arm. He slowed down with your body naturally, as the
convulsions of your orgasm came to a slow and steady stop, before he stood up
and pulled you back into his arms, looking at your fucked out, post orgasm
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he said seriously,
looking into your eyes with concern. You let out a small chuckle, putting your
arms around him as he lifted you up to sit on the crate to get you off your
feet in fear you would collapse.
“Yes…I’m fine but…that’s the first time that I
ever…uhm…you know” you replied sheepishly, your cheeks turning red as Jay
couldn’t help but find you completely adorable as he rested his forehead
against yours, smiling and looking into your eyes.
“I bet there’s a lot of things you haven’t ever done, hmm?”
his voice as soft, but sensual as you ran your hands along his body, a little
damp from sweat. Jay kissed your forehead, before leaning back and retrieving
his clothes before getting dressed and returning between your legs, smiling at
you devilishly with his cheeky grin.
“What?” you giggled, cocking your head to the side and
wondering what was on his mind. Jay placed his hands on your hips once more,
before leaning into your ear and making you bite your lip and widen your eyes at his
words, his tone laced with lust and desire.
“Why don’t you come home with me and I can show you all the
things you’ve never done before?”
Recently I took an inventory of what my peer group has looked like over the years and I don’t see many black women in it. I remember one of my best friends in middle school was only half black and Filipino, but I could only relate to half of her. Looking through my contacts list in my phone right now, I’m counting a little over a handful of black women in my life. Those aren’t good #s and what’s equally disappointing is that they’re either extended family that I don’t talk to hardly, a friend of a friend or a business connect. The number of black men in my phone is twice as much, yet a quarter of those gents I’m only in communication with at various times throughout the year.
So, why is this? I remember as a kid–being one of the few black girls in a predominately white school, I had one bad run-in with a black girl who was a bully. Most of the few black girls in school at that time, stuck together and they all looked similar and were into similar things. But I wasn’t that girl. I was told I had “good hair”, an “ideal complexion” or my ethnicity was questioned at times for appearing indigenous or of mixed latin descent or they simply thought I was too soft and bourgie. I was definitely soft, but I grew up lower middle class and I was always a tomboy and wasn’t interested in talking about boys. Instead I was the one making friends with them while the girls were acting all coy. I wanted in on the action. I wanted to have fun. Sitting around talking about boys wasn’t nearly as interesting as joining them.
But as I get older and face all the social matters that affect my adulthood, I need more black women in my life. I need a grandmother, a mother, a sister, a friend, and an auntie. And it’s imperative. I have a severe blackness deficiency in my life and I’m tired of witnessing white nonsense without having someone to relate to on the matters at hand. Talking to white people or anyone passing for white about black struggle or colorism is pointless. They can’t empathize when they benefit from privilege. They just look at you like, “I’m sorry you have to be black, but you’re still a great person.” Then they go about their business while I have to figure out how to survive in a way that doesn’t get in their way so I won’t end up dead. Because a black person in power is always at risk for a premature death. Let’s be real. Even the Obamas aren’t immune.
Outside of coping with daily challenges, black women understand certain nuances about growing up being a black female that NO ONE will ever understand or know unless you are a black woman. Also, I’m just tired of suppressing my blackness. I really need to purge and get extra black. What that means, I will not say (for the white people reading). I just need to be around people who know how many desserts Patti Labelle has released in Walmart in the last decade.
So if you’re seeking a black girlfriend who is introspective, quirky, chill, and likes to have deep and uplifting conversation, please raise your hand. Spark a flare. Send a carrier pigeon my way with a message of existence and friendship.
Until I was rushed into emergency surgery, there was nothing really unusual about my pregnancy. I was perfectly healthy for nine months. I went to doula-guided community yoga classes where we processed our pregnancies in group talks and learned about safe, empowering natural alternatives to the Patriarchal Medical Establishment. I sailed into and out of appointments with my OB/GYN (who I went to because I was pretty sure I’d want that epidural in the end, no matter how patriarchal it was). I didn’t have a single complication or complaint to report. And then I actually went into labor, and everything went wrong at once.
I’m playing mass effect 2 and I’m drinking some of the cider I ordered from amazon whilst I have febreeze candles lit because 1) I’m lazy as fuck to go the shop 2) I’m decadent as fuck and 3) I’m livin’ la vida loca
Here we pick up in 2015, on the BOTS tour…It’s important to note that this is from Danny’s POV, and he (like all of us) has a subjective memory. He doesn’t have perfect recollection of everything that has happened, and his own unreliable perception may cause some problems…
i’m listening to the book self compassion by kristen neff and even tho a lot of this stuff is important and helpful, i’m constantly put off by how bourgie it is. it’s so clearly written by a white upper middle class academic for other upper middle class white professionals. there’s no talk of structural inequality or oppression. she never mentions how self compassion might be a major psychologically and physically protective factor for people who are marginalized and oppressed, or victims of systemic violence.
the examples she gives of people needing to use self compassion range - I kid you not - from resenting your celebrity mom to not tipping a waitress out of anger bc she took too long bringing the bill (i automatically identify w the waitress here, clearly neff doesn’t). there’s brief mention of more serious issues like ptsd from war or assault but on the whole these supposedly normal problems are so… exclusive.
this is an egregious flaw in a lot of psychology and the mindfulness movement. most people in this world are oppressed by structural forces, and those struggles largely define their material and emotional lives. self compassion is beneficial for everyone but if it’s never tailored to the people who need it most, how good is the work being done? is the empowerment of oppressed people thru better emotional health too risky for the professional class, even psychologists?
alright, here’s my fe character hate tierlist (thank you @siraranispleased for the blank version). I’m kind of using the tiers differently than what’s listed, so consider the first tier “people who annoy me sometimes but who i can generally like in their own canon”, the second tier “people i can’t enjoy in canon or in most fanon and have to rewrite heavily to make them palatable”, and the third tier “characters who are objectively awful and whose stans i refuse to associate with”.
Obviously it’s not all cut-and-dry so there’s some more specific explanations i’m putting under a readmore.
To the East, to the West Wherever I go, I shine Even I can tell that I’m so cool I feel like a fish in the water, splish splash
I don’t care what you say to me My future is so bright, it’s dazzling So you should buy more sunglasses Don’t care about handshakes with guys I’m not close to I’m so cold, I’ll make you cough With just one smile, I can charm your girl Our existence receives applause Everywhere
Main character in a movie, that’s me Gold and silver in my pocket I don’t fall back but I never back out They go crazy, we’re hot Koreans
Keeping my style, taking a sip Till I go outta my mind, all night long
Girls get low now tell me let me know Call 911, we’re arsonists