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Hey..

Hey guys so... I plan on being back soon. I'm working on Youngk again. I originally planned to come back during my winter break at university as soon as it started but if you guys know admin J I love SHINee. Hearing about Jonghyuns passing was one of the hardest things I'll have to do and now since I'm feeling better I hope that you will wait for me!!

-J

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T.O.P ruffling his hair and walkin’ like a boss

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Haechan: I’m a fan of space

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Little Things Can Drive you Crazy - Sub! Wonpil Smut

, I’m sorry this is a little late, this is my next installment in the subbie day 6 series. Also Youngk next week and he is part of the requests I have currently, thank you guys for being so patient with me!!

-J

Word Count: 3,855 Words (I just really love Wonpil okay) Rating: M Pairing : Female Reader X Sub! Wonpil Mentions: Blood, Marking, Use of Pet names

He bit his lip. His teeth tugged helplessly at the flesh as he eyed the movie titles. His fingers curled as he thought, tightening and leaving his knuckles a milky white. “Jeesh I still have ice cream on my thumb from earlier sweetie” He breathed in a heavy sigh at his own stupidity. The sound resonated in your ears and ricocheted into the deepest of your thoughts. The air was humid and heavy, and sweat clung to strands of his hair, and slowly dripped across his face. Licking the ice cream with a tongue that seemed needy and obedient his thumb molded against his lip. His eyes were glazed over and deep in thought. It was always these unconscious movements that boiled within you. You wanted to be good but everything Wonpil did convinced you otherwise. It drew out the inner demons you locked away in deep labyrinths. Demons that screamed harshly in your ear about how good his neck would look covered in deep bruises. How nice his back would look if you adorned it with red. 24 hours wouldn’t be enough time with him to defile his hardened modesty the way you wanted. You didn’t want to hurt him. You were just compelled to see what hid behind diffident and humble eyes. Encouraged to feel him inside of you. Whether it be up against a wall, in a chair, on the washing machine. You needed him, and it drove you crazy. Crazy enough to wear your shortest dress on a cold fall night. A dress that clung to all the right places and accentuated your halter line. A dress that helplessly put your legs on display. That brought about carnivorous eyes from women and men alike, but never Wonpil. As you shivered lightly from the cold you felt a warm arm around your shoulder. “Are you okay? You’re shaking!” Wonpil exclaimed. He quickly grabbed his light jacket and draped it around your arms. You glanced with needy eyes at the way his dress shirt grasped his skin tightly, and felt yourself gulp. “Are you alright honey? We don’t have to see a movie..” He was slightly nervous and you could tell. You smiled gently and intertwined your fingers in his. His fingers were bony and strong, the pads of his fingertips rough and calloused. As you tried to avert the idea of them inside of you, your face took on a reddened hue. “You’re sick sweetie come on we’re going home” Before you could protest he was dragging you from the theater entrance. He gently opened the passenger door and placed you in before climbing into the drivers side. “Are you okay? Nauseous? Do we need to go get something to eat? Hungry?” He continued on as he caressed your face, checking with intense eyes for any ailment. His lips parted gently as he observed you meticulously, and you felt your demons claw their way to your thoughts. In the dimly lit parking lot the only thing shining were eyes that showcased nothing short of love and affection. Wonpil’s eyes were entracing, and addictive. As soon as they found their way to yours they released nothing but sinful intentions within you. “Angel?” You parted your mouth slightly and your tongue precariously played on the verge of your outer lips. “Yes?” You quietly spoke. Your lips were centimeters away, you could feel his warm breath on your face. It smelled of chocolate and sweets. It was rousing. He placed his lips delicately onto yours and you could feel the world melt. It was addicting. Every delicate touch enkindled passion within you. Time stopped when his lips met yours, and awakened every demon you had worked hard to suppress. As he went to pull away, you could feel the withdrawal of his narcotic lips . It kicked in worse than any stimulant and left you deranged and lustful. You needed quell the need that arose from his touch alone. Wrapping your arms roughly around his neck you pulled him back into the kiss once left. Your tongue grazed the outline of his lips and he moaned lightly. If his kisses were narcotics, then his moans were hallucinogens. They made you experience a euphoric high that promoted every libidinous intention that surfaced within you. Your tongue infiltrated his mouth as you  dominated the entirety of his lips. You outlined your tongue along his as you firmly grasped his hair. You felt him whimper lightly as he pulled away from the kiss. “What’s wrong?” You gently questioned. Wonpil blushed before nervously acknowledging his pants. Already he was rock hard. His cock was gasping for air as it clung securely to the front of his pants. “I don’t want to do this… not here” he forced himself to choke, glancing around and recognizing that you had been in the middle of a movie theater parking lot. As he quickly stuck the key in the ignition of the car and pulled away you watched his eyebrows furrow and lip quiver. You perked up when you had realized what he had said. Not here. So with as much forbearance you could muster, you waited till the moment you reached “here”. It was a long and tensed ride and you couldn’t help but watch as Wonpil drove, forehead glistening as he nervously sweat. With one hand on the steering wheel his knuckles tightened with the thought of what was to come. Your eyes traveled down his whole form, taking him in. You watched as the hand that wasn’t restrained against the wheel palmed his crotch covertly. Startled at his bold movements, you watched his face lightly contort as he tried to conceal his actions. Heavily breathing as he drove in silence. Once again the demons within you awakened. They manifested heavy desire within your fingers and caused you to grow daring and inquisitive. When the red hue of the stoplights flashed and Wonpil slowed to a stop, your hands did the exact opposite. Sliding down his thighs and gaining a gasp as you caressed his cock through strained jeans. “H-honey you don’t hav-” As the light turned green he pressed the pedal lightly, letting out a soft moan. You could feel him squirm and strain underneath your touch as he drove. Lips parting gently as he bucked his hips at every chance he could get. When the tires of the car finally hit the familiar gravel of Wonpil’s parking lot, your heart couldn’t help but race. He shut off the car and opened the door gently, before offering to help you out of the passengers side. Gripping your hands firmly he approached the steps of his home. It was a comfortable and suburban house that boasted a great aura of comfort. Short shrubbery adorned the front yard in a charming way, whilst the house itself was decorated with short story windows that augmented the ambience of tranquility. It was a house that promoted ease, and made you feel content and loved. Approaching the stairs of his house you felt his hands grow shaky in yours. Fumbling with the keys as he tried to locate the one that would open the front door, he stimulated nothing short of anxiety. You grabbed his hands and pulled him into a deep kiss. Your hips pressed against his groin and he let out a lengthened and husky moan. He pulled you close and kissed your forehead, halting his passion for as long as he could. “Angel” He hummed against your forehead, straining himself from molding to your touch. You glanced up at him and noticed a bright smile plastered on his face. “Today’s our six month anniversary!” he sung. You chuckled at how innocent and enchanting he was, wrapping your arms around him in a loving embrace. You were shocked when he tightened the embrace and brought your face to his. His cock gently rubbed against your thigh as he placed a deep but gentle kiss along your lips. “I love you” He whispered. His kisses grew explorative as he repeated himself. Traveling down the nape of your neck with soft butterfly kisses as he clung to you. “I love you” “You are so beautiful” “I love you so much” He had kissed nearly every part of you that was exposed and you couldn’t help but offer soft pants as he did. When he had finally pulled away, you were breathless. All it took was a single click of the doors front lock to animate the demons the night had worked so hard to subdue. Entering his house with heart heavy tension, you took it upon yourself to give in to the lustful intentions that rotted your thoughts. Forcibly grabbing his hips and tossing him onto a nearby wall, your kisses were far from the gentle ones Wonpil had offered. They compensated for sloppy kisses you had planted on him earlier and exercised control over the aggregate of his mouth. Your teeth grasped the edge of his lips tightly and you bit down hard, drawing blood. Wonpil groaned loudly and heaved his hips into yours. He sculpted his body to yours, addicted to the stimulation you provided. Wandering his hands to caress exposed thighs as you dominated each part of him. You pinned him roughly to the wall as your tongue explored his mouth carnviously. The taste of chocolate still lingered in his mouth and motivated you to taste every inch of him. Your lips traveled down his velvet skin as you licked and nipped at his neck. Not only did his mouth taste of sweets, but he himself was sweet. His sweat parlously lingered on your tongue with a sweet and salty savor. Your teeth sunk gently into his flesh and you felt him cling to you at the rough stimulation. You sucked mercilessly on the soft skin and watched as the nape of his neck became discolored with a purple hue. His eyelids were heavy and closed as he moaned from the pain, and his hands gripped yours tightly. You licked and prodded at his heavy set collarbones. Covering his upper body with dark marks as you took him in. He was intoxicating and you needed more. Releasing your hands from his tight grip your hands broke the tight bond between your bodies. You rested the palm of your hands suggestively on his jeans, and felt his hard cock through jeans. In the six months of being together you had never been intimate, and the tension chewed at you as you cautiously removed his belt and jeans. Left in nothing but boxers and a tightly fit dress shirt you couldn’t help but bring yourself to salivate at the sight before you. He was extremely inebriated with passion and lust. His breathing was heavy and labored. Each heavy breath nearly popped the buttons off of his tightly fit shirt. His boxers were bulged and begged for release. As you eyed him, he stayed glued to the wall with eyes that begged you to take him. His hands shook against his sides as he studied your form. His gaze meandering along the curvature of your body as he swallowed harshly. You watched his adams apple helplessly bob as he waited for you to move. When you finally had it was to take off the remaining clothing that he had. Kissing over already forming bruises on his neck as you slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Once the last button had came undone you threw it down to the ground and studied his broad shoulders in awe. You smirked at the idea that you almost had him completely undressed and against a wall so willingly. When it came time to remove his boxers as well, you were more than pleased with the final result. It was the first time you had ever seen his cock, and you swore to yourself that it was definitely not going to be the last. He was beyond reasonably sized and his hardened cock drew you in with every slight movement. It leaned at a slight angle and was thick and large. Dripping ever so slightly down his girth, precum fabricated along his slit. His tip was bloated and his veins prominent. He looked more than ready for you to take him, and you were more than ready to be taken. Grasping his member with soft and gentle hands you stroked his cock gently, gaining moans that amplified in volume as you added pressure. You danced your fingers along the veins of his cock and watched as he squirmed beneath your touch. As you traced around his girth you slowly lowered your mouth to the beginnings of his tip, kissing down his razor edged vline with harsh and bruising kisses. Completely taken aback in the feeling of your hands against his cock it took a moment for Wonpil to realize your true intentions. “Honey you don’t hav-” He tried protesting as you wrapped your mouth around the top of his tip and sucked gently. But it was pointlessly done. As soon as his cock entered your mouth, the only replies Wonpil offered were in desperate moans and pants. You roughly grabbed his hips and pinned his ass against the wall with one hand as you lowered your mouth around his cock. You gyrated your tongue along the same veins that had been so prominent previously, and sucked devilishly at his tip. He groaned loudly and stuck his hands in your hair. He was gentle as he clenched his fists into your hair, shutting his eyes tightly as you worked his cock. You rocked yourself up and down and took what you could, compensating with your free hand on the rest of his large length. But you knew what would drive him crazy, and braced yourself to make it happen. Forcing yourself down someone’s throat is something that isn’t always the easiest, but is definitely the most rewarding. As you shoved his whole length down your throat you couldn’t help but feel accomplished by the intense and lavish moans that Wonpil offered. He was near screaming as his thighs shook beneath you. You continued for as long as you could with your gag reflex as you worked his cock down his throat, and watched with craving eyes as he drew crazy from your touch. Feeling that his edge was quickly approaching, you had to force yourself to stop. His cock was delicious and you wanted the lingering salty savor to rest in your tongue for the rest of the night. But as soon as you stopped, Wonpil pulled you in a sweet embrace. He kissed you lightly on the lips and held you for a moment, his hands resting lightly on your hips. “C-can I…” He paused, searching for the right phrase. “C-can I return the favor before we go on?” You felt his hands grow daring as they lingered at the beginning of your heat and you couldn’t help but feed the demons that rested within you further. Stepping back and removing your underwear you tossed them aside and approached Wonpil. His hands returned to the tops of your thighs and he offered you a sweet and gentle kiss once again. Wrapping his hand within yours you guided him to your entrance, and he cautiously stuck his finger inside of your growing heat. He jolted at the feeling of how wet you were and blushed. You chuckled at his informalities as he experimented with your entrance. Just as you had thought previously, his bony and calloused finger provided stimulation that could drive you mad. The only thing was teaching Wonpil the right ways to use them. Guiding his hand once again you guided a second finger to your beginnings and offered Wonpil a gentle nod. The stretch of your heat caused you to hiss lightly as you realized how tight you had become from abstinence during your six months together. “Are you okay, I’m sorry!” Wonpil’s worried cries echoed through your head as you rode his fingers gently. The gentle movement of your hips against his rutting fingers calmed him as he became more comfortable with working your heat. You held his hand as it worked inside of you. You guided it as you worked your clit with your thumb. Holding eye contact as he worked his way inside of you, growing more daring each minute. Twisting his fingers inside of your heat and watching your face contort in response. Biting his lip gently as he increased the pace of his fingers. You were close to your edge and you knew it. Grabbing his hand tightly, you remained in full eye contact as he worked your pussy. He took his remaining hand and gently caressed your face, never leaving eye contact. His voice was soft as he observed your soft moans and pants, and grew deep with lust. “I’ve waited for this for so long” he whispered gently. Something about the way his voice could be so sinful yet reassuring snapped the will you had left. Grabbing his lips roughly with harsh bites you moaned into the taste of his savory chocolate lips. Your orgasm rode out around his fingers as he continued working you through your high. Once subsided he removed his fingers, yet his eyes remained glued to you. Even in complete exhaustion his actions were enough to make you mad. “Jeez sweetie.. I guess I still must have ice cream on my thumb from earlier” You watched in utter denial as your innocent boyfriend placed his fingers in his mouth, gently sucking up the taste of you while he remained in eye contact. A smirk formed across his face as he studied you and you couldn’t help but want him right there. As he gently guided you to his bedroom, your desire only increased tenfold. Before the door had even been opened you had thrown him onto the bed. He sat obediently and watched as you stripped your dress into the corner of his room and removed your bra. Eyes widened in awe of your body as you climbed in between his thigh. “Can you keep this knee up?” You asked gently. He nodded compliantly and you turned your body to face the end of the bed. Taking hold of his raised knee you used it as leverage as you straddled your thighs against his and offered yourself leverage as you lifted your body. Hovering atop of his aching cock you felt Wonpil secure your remaining hand into his, tightly gripping you into a hand hold. As you grinded down his thigh, you could feel his cock fill you more and more. It was the perfect angle as he filled your core and you couldn’t help but release a long moan at the feeling. In this position, everything was under your control. You were able to use leverage against his toned thighs as you rode out his cock. It was selfish of you to time and time again ram your sensitive clit against the base of his thigh as you rode him. His cock entered you mercilessly and all at your command. Slamming into your core again and again as you felt him stammer beneath you. The feeling of your tight walls clenching around his cock had him screaming your name as you rode his thigh and cock simultaneously. Each brush against your core sent you into a wild frenzy that made you want more. It composed entanglements within your stomach that beckoned you to an unrealistic high. The feeling of his cock hitting you at every angle did nothing to quell the demons within you. It enticed them. His hands tightened against yours and drew crescent moons along your skin as you roughly rode him. His head was near secured to the bed from overstimulation to his cock and you turned your head to see tightly clenched eyelids. Sweat beading along his forehead. His free hand helplessly gripped the mattress as you rammed his cock into you repeatedly. You felt insane as your orgasm began rearing its head. Tension grew in your stomach that drove you to feel ecstatic and gleeful. But you knew you needed to hold out just a bit longer. All you needed was a little more. So you repositioned yourself as quickly as you could. Instructing Wonpil quickly to move so close to his high wasn’t hard in the slighest. He needed his high as much as you needed yours, and was the precedence of obedience. Now facing him, you sat him upright as you slid his cock back into you. Already stimulated you both let out a long moan at the lost feeling. Grabbing the headboard for support you began right where you had left off. And damn did it feel good. The amount of control the headboard gave you allowed you to approach the high you needed so badly. Roughly grabbing Wonpil’s hair as you drilled his cock into you, he let out a heavy groan. “Are you gonna cum for me?” You roughly teased. You could feel his end drawing near as you fucked him senseless. He offered a weakened nod as he shut his eyes in ecstasy. You both needed release so bad it was sickening. “You want to fuck me like this all the time baby?” You watched as his lip quivered and felt his nails tighten. “Go ahead baby mark me up I don’t mind” As you slid down his cock you hissed as his nails dug into yours. You could tell that he had drew blood from the near feeling alone. He was a mess as he gripped you tightly, and you knew it was only a moment before you would set him off. “Baby boy” You cooed, and you watched as his head snapped up from the pet name. “You’re gonna cum for your Queen okay?” you paused, lips parting devilishly. “ And that’s an order” And all it took for him to fill you to the brim was just that, an order. His cum topped off your core as you felt your own orgasm teared from within you. What once seemed like an unreachable high now crashed around you heavily. You came so harshly you felt as though you wouldn’t be able to breathe. Your legs seemed like rubber as you became exhausted and overworked. Wonpil panted heavily into your ear as he pulled out, gently lifting you off of his cock as he placed you ever so gently in his lap. He held you for a while and pet your hair as you came down from what seemed like an almost inhuman high. Your breath was shaky nearly an hour after as Wonpil calmly stroked your hair. He hummed a familiar pop melody as he graciously and gently kissed your head. His arms seemed to protect you from all of the harm of the world as he cocooned you in his embrace and softly kissed you. “I love you” It was the only noise you had heard in the past hour apart from melodic humming. And it was the only noise you would ever need.

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Happy birthday, Mark! You’ve just turned 25 years old, but sometimes you still remind me of a 5-year-old. I am proud of how much you’ve grown, from someone who did not know how to sing, rap, or dance when you first started, to someone who is now writing lyrics and composing music. I also like how you’ve become more talkative and confident recently. You always put GOT7 before yourself, and it is obvious how much the group means to you. Please always stay healthy and happy! #HappyMarkTuanDay

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