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What’s Your Name? // Jay Park

Originally posted by pervingonkpop

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: A 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. Thanks :))))

A/N: Please note that this scenario contains: one night stand sex, squirting and 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 self indulgence.

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 celebrities.


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 great mystery.

“(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 seduction.

“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 laboured breaths.

“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 ear.

“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 high.

“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 face.

“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?”

Seeking:  Black Girlfriends

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.

Untimely Ripped

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.

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Say You Won’t Let Go Part 3 (Biadore) - Fucking Awful

A/N: Oh hi there. Here’s a very belated update to Say You Won’t Let Go. I will try to be more consistent (aka not wait 3 months between updates – Jesus, sorry to anyone who was waiting.

For those joining this party now – here’s the link to the first two installments. Part 1 (http://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/159389604645/say-you-wont-let-go-part-1-biadore-fucking) and Part 2 (http://artificialqueens.tumblr.com/post/159734123737/say-you-wont-let-go-part-2-biadore-fucking)

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…

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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? 

A Flower For Your Thoughts

When celebrity tattoo artist, Phichit Chulanont, opened shop in front of Seung Florals, Seunggil didn’t think much of it…

This is meant to accompany this piece that I drew!

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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.

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‘Bling Bling’ English Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

BLING BLING
Totally cool
BLING BLING, it’s dazzling
24k
BLING BLING
Totally cool
BLING BLING, it’s dazzling
24 hours

I overspent on this song
No humility in my body
We party like we’re funemployed
I don’t remember when I was a tadpole
Fill up the glass, like a bourgie, ok?
More money than my company? That’s me, ok?

It’s show time, look who’s here
We make bomb drinks
Put some oomph into it, from my head to my toes
We go all the way, we’re Koreans who know how to party

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

BLING BLING
Totally cool
BLING BLING, it’s dazzling
24k
BLING BLING
Totally cool
BLING BLING, it’s dazzling
24 hours

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

BLING BLING
Totally cool
BLING BLING, it’s dazzling
24k
BLING BLING
Totally cool
BLING BLING, it’s dazzling
24 hours

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

My necklace and earrings go BLING BLING
My ring and shoes go BLING BLING
From my head to my toes
It’s a luxury yeah
From evening to morning
We party party

Champagne pop pop pop
Cheers, clink clink clink
Everyone sing together
uh uh uh uh oh

Champagne pop pop pop
Cheers, clink clink clink
Everyone sing together
uh uh uh uh oh

BLING BLING
Yeah yeah
BLING BLING, it’s dazzling
24 hours
BLING BLING
Yeah yeah
BLING BLING
BLING BLING
BLING BLING