Just wanted to come on here and give a shout out to @starlitmark for being the absolute bestest friend a girl could ever have. Although we have never met in person, Jasper had been my rock for these last couple years (three years to be exact) and they’ve become one of my favourite people.
So Jasper, thank you for being you and bringing a smile to my face and for always looking out for me. You’re basically like the little sibling I’ve always wanted 💕
Love you to infinity 💕💕
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I didn’t want to have to make this post again, but I’m going on another hiatus indefinitely.
I haven’t been able to write a single sentence in months and I just have no motivation as of late. I need to focus on my mental well-being first.
I may not be on her much at all over the coming months, but just know I love you guys xx
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Summary: Making your boyfriend just a little jealous seemed like fun. Wooyoung was game. You just we're prepared for the consequences of your actions.
Pairing: Yeosang x fem!reader
Genre: smut
Tropes: established relationship
Rating: R 18+
Warnings: language
Smut Warning: jealous sex, strength kink, dirty talk
Word Count: 725
Note: for the Tarot Card Drabble Event
Requested by: @smallfrye
The Hermit ➾ jealous sex, sex after a fight
He knew you were doing this to get a rise out of him. It was working. You had absolutely no other reason to be this touchy with Wooyoung. Your hands constantly touching his best friend in one way or another gets under his skin just enough that his jaw is clenched as his eyes stay trained on you from across the room.
You lean in when you notice Wooyoung trying to tell you something. You make eye contact with your boyfriend as you let your hand snake up and wrap around Wooyoung’s shoulder, your fingertips playing with the hair on the back of his head.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.” Wooyoung lilts, “What’s got you playing this game?”
“Just thought it could make for a fun night. Won’t you play along?”
Wooyoung snakes a hand around your waist, “You’re worse than me,” he teases, “I am not taking any responsibility for the repercussions you’re about to experience.”
You chuckle slightly and lean in closer so your lips are barely brushing against the shell of his ear. Yeosang’s eyes are on the pair of you. You know they are without even looking over at him. You pull away a moment later and start dragging your friend toward where everyone uses the living room as a makeshift dance floor. You don’t get very far, though, Yeosang stops dead in front of you. You hear Wooyoung try to stifle a laugh behind you before letting go of your hand.
“Told you I wouldn’t take responsibility for the repercussions of your actions.” he sing-songs, “Please make sure she’s able to walk by noon tomorrow. We have a scheduled lunch together.”
With that, Wooyoung disappears into the house party crowd, and you’re left there standing with your clearly annoyed boyfriend. You don’t say anything at first. You knew you were getting under his skin but didn’t realize how badly it got to him. Yeosang places a hand gently under your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact with him.
“You’re really trying to be on your worse behavior today, huh?” he says, almost too calmly.
“Yeo-”
“You’re lucky Wooyoung convinced me to have the party here, not at Yunho’s place. Poor Yunho would’ve had soiled sheets on his bed. It would’ve been all your fault too.”
You don’t dare respond now.
“Cat’s got your tongue, angel?” he asks condescendingly, “Let’s head to our room, shall we?”
You simply nod, turning to walk through the sea of bodies toward the stairs that lead to the bedrooms. Yeosang is right behind you with a hand on the small of your back, a small but firm reminder that you are about to get your ass handed to you. The moment Yeosang gets you in his bedroom, you’re pressed flat against the closed door. Yeosang is not but three inches from your face. His dark hair falls in his eyes as his gaze searches for any true discomfort in you. When he finds none, he captures your lips in a searing kiss. There are very vague undertones of gentleness, but it’s very well masked by the need to remind you whose girlfriend you are.
Clothes disappear in a flurry of motion and kisses. Before you know it, you find yourself pinned face-down ass-up on your boyfriend’s bed. Your eyes brimmed with tears as he pounds into you relentlessly.
“Yeosang, please,” you beg; for what, you have no idea.
A deep chuckle resonates from his chest, giving a sharp thrust, “Please, what?”
Before you can respond, he pulls you out of you and manhandles you onto your back. You see the lustful rage in his eyes. You reach up toward him, hoping to lace your fingers through his dark locks. Instead, he takes one of his hands and grips both your wrists in it, effectively pinning them above your head. He pushes back into you a moment later, making you let out a strangled moan.
“You think Wooyoung could fuck you like I can? Hmm?”
“No,” you all but shout, “only you, you’re the only one who can fuck me like this. Fuck, Yeosang! Let me cum, please!” you beg again.
Again he pulls out, making you whine at the recession of your orgasm again.
“You think I’m gonna let you cum that easily?” he teases, “You have a long fucking night ahead of you.”
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