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bambikisss · 2 years
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XOX, Cupid { PART 1 }
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JACKSON WANG X PERFORMER!READER
-> In which you and Jackson decide to show expose your relationship during a duet performance in head in the clouds with Jackson.
A/N: This will be a two-part imagine, your stage name is Cupid btw
SMUT WARNINGS: Unprotected sexy time, slight spit play, ass slapping (heh)
PART ONE - ONE DAY BEFORE HEAD IN THE CLOUDS
"Headling our Head In the Cloud's concert is Cupid!"
Social media buzzed when the 88 Rising's Twitter news came out. You had been on a slight hiatus due to an injury but you had just gotten the green light to perform again.
What better stage than this one?
You laid back on your bed as the positive comments flooded your screen as you scrolled, a smile coming onto your face. Your fans were always so loving and sometimes when you felt sad you would go on Instagram live just to talk to them.
Before you could click on a video posted by a fan of their reaction to the announcement, Jackson called to facetime you, making you jump and almost drop the phone.
He always seemed to scare you when he called you.
You accepted his facetime call, placing your hand on your heart as you yelled at him for scaring you, your boyfriend of 4 years laughing from the other side. "I'm sorry baby. Should I text you a warning everytime before I call you?" He asked, a smirk on his face as he watched you pout, rolling your eyes before smiling back at him. "I heard about you headlining Head in the Clouds. Congratulations baby." You placed the phone down onto the nightstand as you fell back against the bed again, sighing against the cold sheets. "I'm actually a bit nervous. I just want to perform well, you know? This is the first time I'll be seen performing since my injury." Even though you had only rolled your ankle, it seemed like everyone in the world thought that you had died. To make matters worst, you had then caught covid so your return was pushed back. You often wondered if the fans would still be as loud as when you had your last concert, or if they would be as happy to see you as you were to see them. It was all you could think about when you rehearsed or even just laid in your bed. Jackson would sometimes help, though, even though he was often someone far away from you. He'd facetime call you frequently and watch your dance rehearsals, providing pointers and feedback as if he was an audience member. You trusted him to tell you when your performance looked sloppy. He was your right-hand man- your lover.
Speaking of your lover, he was silent making you sit up, laughing softly as he had his eyes trained on your legs that were in perfect view of the camera. He had always had a thing for your legs, especially your thighs as you had a small pink heart tattoo on both of them that he loved to kiss and bite while he teased you. He thought you were a goddess that came down to earth just to drive him crazy. You cleared your throat, flipping yourself so you were facing him, your head resting on your hands as you raised an eyebrow to your man, who rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks heating up from being caught checking your legs out. "I was listening I swear," he promised, holding his hands up in defense. You laughed, telling him it was alright and that you loved it when he only looked at you. He mirrored you on his hotel bed, a smile on his lips as he admired you, the two of you just staring at one another in silence before you broke the comfortable silence as you remembered something. "My stylist sent over one of my performance outfits and I have to try it on. Do you wanna see?" His eyes lit up, ushering for you to go and quickly change into it. He was excited to not only see more of your beautiful body but to see you get excited when you put it on.
You ripped open the package marked with the number one, gasping as the soft pink outfit fell from the bag. You placed it onto the bed, forgetting Jackson was still on the phone with you as you stripped down to nothing but your underwear, giggling when you heard Jackson sigh dreamily from staring at your backside. You put the dress on, turning to face Jackson as you looked up into the mirror you had on your dresser near the bed, your eyes widening as you jumped up and down, giggling happily. When you asked for Jackson's input, he smiled before looking you up and down carefully again, making your cheeks feel hot under his gaze. "I love it but I'd wear some safety shorts with it if you have choreography in your first set." You nodded, shaking your hips as you watched the skirt move, understanding what he meant. "I mean, or you can just leave the dress for when I see you during the festival and we can put it to good use later that night." You raised an eyebrow as you met Jackson's gaze, his eyes trained on your legs. You knew there was no point in redirecting his eyes, your hands teasingly pulling up the sides of the skirt, Jackson's breath hitching as he watched more skin slowly get more exposed before his manager knocked on his bedroom door, halting you from moving up anymore making him groan. "I'll let you go deal with that, baby" you smiled, leaning down to blow a kiss to your boyfriend, making him roll his eyes before blowing a kiss back, waving as he said goodbye before ending the call.
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''Again''
You sighed as you retied your shoes, sighing as the hot California sun beat down on you and your dancer. You had been through all three sets and even had gone through all of the outfit changes but your performance manager thought it didn't look good enough. Besides Jackson's opinions, you trusted his as well. You stood up, sighing as you fixed your mic pack before walking back with your dancers to the performance starting point, breathing heavily. "Wait!" You turned to see Jackson running with a water bottle in his hand to you, making you smile. Your performance manager sighed as he called a water break, letting your dancers walk off to grab their own waters as you kissed Jackson's cheek as a thank you for saving you from dancing for the tenth time. He kept his arm around you as you drank, walking with you around the stage as he critiqued your past performances in the rehearsal, nodding along. "I do have one more critic about the outfits though," you turned to face him, Jackson's hands moving to your waist as he pulled you close, his lips moving to hover over your ear as he spoke. "That first pink looks too good for a performance." You raised an eyebrow, your hands resting on his shoulders as you asked what he meant, being met with a dark chuckle. "I wanna fuck you in that dress, baby." Your eyes widened as you stepped back to hit his chest, Jackson winking as he laughed, walking back with you to the main stage to meet with your dancers, his eyes staring at your body as you walked up to meet them. You handed him the water bottle, ushering him off the stage as your introduction music started back up, showing that rehearsals were back on.
You did make sure the last run-through to apply Jackson's comments, being met with a hug and kiss from him as soon as you got off of the stage, his hand dangerously close to your ass as he kissed your cheek, leading you back to your dressing room, which was down the hall from his. As you reached for your door to change, he stopped you. He would usually push you into the as soon as you clicked the door open to watch you change and maybe eat you out, but he had to do his own rehearsal so he held back. He held up a black card, handing it to you as he smiled at you, winking before he walked off with his dancers, leaving you not only confused but slightly horny as you were looking forward to being eaten due to the looks he gave you when he watched you perform and the way his voice had deepened. You looked down at the card, noticing it was a keycard holder with a small note on it. "I've taken the pleasure of booking our hotel room for us. The minute I come in that room, we're eating dinner, then I'm eating you out baby. Have fun while I'm gone and relax~"
You smiled as you gathered your things and went to the hotel, taking a shower and then changed into a robe. You had just sat down to do your makeup when he arrived. He smiled as he leaned down to kiss your cheek, groaning at the scent of the body wash you used. His hands moved up and down your arms as his lips moved down your cheek to your neck, his gaze moving to the mirror as he watched you throw your head back as he sucked and kissed on your sweet spot, his gaze darkening as he gripped your arms, your soft groan becoming music to his ears as he kissed back to your cheek, pulling himself away as he walked to grab his suit and underwear, winking at you as he made his way into the bathroom. You giggled softly, enjoying the lingering scent that Jackson left on the robe as you finished your hair and makeup, then changed into Jackson's favorite black dress, smiling as you put your robe back on. You finished putting the finishing touches on your look when Jackson emerged from the bathroom, his black suit making you want to rip it off of him and just let him have his way with you all night, but you held back. Jackson walked over to help the room service men bring in the dinner he ordered, tipping them extra to place a "do not disturb" sign on the door before closing the door. You stood up to go through the food items he ordered, turning when Jackson cleared his throat. He had connected his phone to the room's speaker and played some romantic music as he dimmed the lights slightly, his gaze moving over your body. You mirrored his smile, your eyes filled with love as he made his way over to you, his hand moving to cup your cheek, kissing you with so much love. No matter how much lust was in the room, he always made sure to show you how much he loved you. He would have you dress up at your shared home to just eat dinner with you or take you out to restaurants, reserving a private room so it would just be you two and shower you with gifts and roses. He would do little things too, like writing songs just for you, singing them to you whenever you felt sad, or just making breakfast for you before he left for the studio. It was his main goal to show you how much he loved you and in return, you gave him all of you.
"So, are you really going to enjoy our dinner in a bathrobe?" Jackson asked, kissing the bridge of your nose as you giggled, pushing him back slightly so he could watch you slowly remove the robe to show the dress. His eyes widened as he stared at the dress he had bought you and deemed it his favorite dress for you to wear, which you both only reserved for special nights.
"For my magic man," you smiled softly, Jackson holding your hand as he pulled you close, kissing you softly as his hands moved down your body slowly, his forehead moving to rest against yours. "For my Cupid."He whispered, his lips moving to kiss yours again as his hands made contact with your ass, moving to squeeze it in his hands as the kiss turned sloppy, Jackson and you obviously forgetting about the dinner that was hot and ready for the two of you. His lips moved down to kiss and bite along your neck as he picked you up, taking you over to the large bed, your back hitting the sheets as he left marks moving along your neck. You arched up to meet his chest, your hands moving into his hair as you licked your lips, gasping as he bit down on your neck, his name escaping your lips breathlessly. "Yes baby, say my name just like that." he groaned, biting down again as you breathlessly said his name, closing your eyes as he quickly pressed his lips against yours again, your tongues moving together. You both reached for each other's clothes, craving to touch one another as you both carelessly ripped off the clothing, tossing it to land on the floor as you both continued to moan and groan into each other's mouths. He bit your bottom lip, ushering you to move up to the headboard as he followed behind you. As your upper back rested against the headboard, Jackson's lips pounced back onto yours, much slower and loving this time as one of his hands moved to carefully separate your legs apart, his finger moving up and down your wet slit making Jackson groan and you sigh into the kiss. "Love my baby so much. Let's me do whatever I want to her because I love her." it sounded like he wasn't speaking to you, kissing down your body as his finger gathered your wetness. He was so drunk off of you, only having one thing on his mind in the moment. "Gonna make my baby cum so hard for me. Gonna make her feel so loved because I love her. Because she's my cupid. My baby," he groaned against your thigh, kissing your pink heart tattoo before bitting and licking slowly as he moved down your leg, placing your legs onto his shoulders as he laid down on his stomach, his tongue immediately diving into you. He groaned at your taste as he licked and sucked, your back arching as you moaned loudly, your hands moving to grab his hair, your hips trying to move against his tongue but his hand pressed you down, your lover moving faster as the lewd sounds of him licking your pussy filled the room. He looked up at you to meet your eyes, his free hand moving to gently grip your jaw to make you look down at him as he began to fuck you with his tongue, his grip on your cheek getting tighter if you tried to look away. He loved having you watch him when he did anything to your body, rutting his hips into the sheets as he watched every eye roll, every groan, every curse word leave your beautiful body.
"Fuck baby. Hold on," Jackson moved to switch the two of you, having you get onto his face as his hands gripped your hips to have you immediately ride and move against his tongue. You gripped the headboard as you moved with his instruction, tossing your head back and then forward as you met his eyes again. "Fuck baby, don't stop, please, so fuking close" you moaned incoherently, babbling as you felt yourself approach your much-wanted organism, Jackson moving faster as he told you to cum on him, his hands moving to slap and grip your ass, ushering you to cum all over his lips and bottom half of his face. You were glad your hotel room wasn't around anyone else as you screamed his name, your hips and legs shaking around his head as you came, your hands gripping his hair to keep him against you as you rode out your organism, whining as he picked you up, carefully laying you down against the pillows as he kissed around your body, waiting for you to calm down. You felt like you could fall asleep happy and satisfied until you saw Jackson rest both of his hands on the headboard above you, watching as your chest rose and fell, your eyes training to look first at the wet lower half of his face, then trailed down to look at his hard cock, which was covered in precum. Noticing that you've calmed down, he leaned down to connect your lips with his, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue, one hand moving to pump himself a few times before he angled himself to push into you, using your wetness to wet his dick.
"You taste that, princess? Guess who made this mess on my fucking face with her good fucking pussy?" he asked, not waiting for an answer as he pushed the tip in, smirking as you wiggled around, begging for him to move in you, only for him to press you down, keeping you still. "Guess who's going to make another mess on my fat dick? You are." He shook his head as he moved both hands back up to the headboard, looking down at you as he motioned for you to open your mouth, Jackson gathering spit in his mouth before spitting down into your mouth and then telling you to close your mouth. "Naughty girl."
He pushed in before you could say anything else, your back arching as he fully sheathed himself in you, groaning as you tightened around him. You dug your nails into his back as he moved his hips pounding into you, groaning as you moaned loudly, opening your legs more so he could move in deeper. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your nails digging down his back as the sound of your moans and the sound of him pounding into you filled the room. Jackson watched you as he rolled his hips, grabbing your breasts as he watched you become breathless, leaning down to lick and suck on the neglected nipple, switching to the other one as you moaned, one hand moving to his hair as he pulled out, flipping you over to have you move to your hands and knees. He came closer, his hand moving to put your hair into a ponytail, Jackson rubbing his dick up and down your slit before pushing back in roughly, Jackson throwing his head back as he groaned, kissing along your back as you moved your ass backward to meet his hips, your hands moving to grip the sheets as he looked down to watch, spitting onto your ass cheek before she slapped it. "There we go, baby. Ride my dick for my cum. Throw it back, baby." His hands gripped harder on your hair, your moans becoming louder as you leaned your body down so your ass was up, your eyes meeting Jackson's as you turned your head back to make eye contact with him, your face contouring as you felt your end rushing closer, Jackson reading your face as he pulled you up with your hair so your back met his chest, his hand moving to your throat as he licked and kissed your neck. "Cum, princess, cum all over my fat fucking dick so I can fill you up with mine,"he groaned into your ear, one of his hands sneaking down to play with your clit as you came, your nails digging into his lower back as you toss your head back, his lips moving to bite and suck on your more exposed neck. He held your limp body as he moved faster, letting your body fall forward to rest against the pillows as his hips moved faster, his eyes trained on your ass as he began mumbling to himself, obviously near his own organism as he groaned. "Gonna fill up my baby so good. Let me fill you up and show you how much I love you," he licked his lips, his hips studdering as he came, his hands coming into contact to smack and grip your ass.
He rest his hands on your ass, catching his breath as he looked down at you, kissing along your shoulders and down your back, massaging you as he ran his hands up and down your body, kissing your cheek. You rolled over as he pulled out, your arms wrapping around his neck as you brought him down for a kiss, running your hands through his hair as he calmed down, laying his body down next to yours. "How you feeling, baby?" you asked him, gigging as you flipped over to kiss his cheek repeatedly, Jackson smiling as his fingers moved up and down your spine. "Amazing. I missed that baby." he whispered, kissing you softly before he got out of the bed, moving to go grab a towel to clean you up, then handed you one of his shirts to put on as he put on his underwear. He held out his hand to her, leading you to the table as he uncovered the food, which thankfully wasn't too cold. He handed you the sushi as he went to heat up the rest of the food, you eating happily. He joined you soon after, holding your hand as he ate, smiling softly. "I'm excited to see you perform tomorrow. You actually go on after me, so I'll make sure to stand on standby to watch my cupid tear up the stage." You winked at him, Jackson moving his chair closer to yours as he took one of the sushi off your plate. "I just hope everything goes well tomorrow. This is my first time performing again." you felt some worry fill you up again as he rubbed your arm, offering some kind words. "I know it's scary but think about everyone who is ready to see you. Think of all of those fans who waited so long to see you perform and now they can," He kissed your hand as he pulled you close to his body, letting you rest on his shoulder. "If anything, think about me. I'll be cheering you on," he chuckled, kissing your forehead. You nodded as you relished in his body warmth, feeling all of the anxiety fade away.
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"We have a major problem!"
You turned around with your dancer, anxiety shooting through your body as your manager rushed over to you, Jackson following.
"Your duet partner that was supposed to sing with you during the third and final set isn't coming."
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dirtykpopsnaps · 6 months
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Here’s the request for Jinyoung!
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star-suh · 4 months
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Straight as A Line
Park Jinyoung x Male Reader
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cw: homophobic top jinyoung, rough sex, dubious consent, hickeys, college au, swearing at each other, cheating, feminization, porn with a little of plot, a redemption arc for jinyoung lol… 
an: lmfaoooo that redemption arc happened when my music suddenly changed to lana del rey's songs changing the whole mood, i'm so sorry if this isn't what you wanted anon 😭🙏
this was a request.
the university where y/n was studying was planning a trip to go camping in the mountains. it was a dream trip for y/n, he could be close to nature and breathe that pure fresh air but all that sounded too nice to be true. 
"i don't know if i want to go on the trip, fuckass jinyoung is going and i don't feel like arguing with that son of a bitch" y/n tells his friend. 
jinyoung is one of those rich guys who have a lot of ass-lickers behind them, they do whatever he asks just for the money, also the guy is a fucking homophobe, when he found out that y/n is gay he started to make his life miserable. throwing slurs and swearing almost everyday towards the guy…
every student had an assigned seat “are we in school or something?” mocked jinyoung, his smile slowly fading seeing that he has to sit besides y/n “what the fuck? who put this pillow muncher beside me?” he yelled, “can you just shut the fuck up? you're not that important dude no one cares where you sit stop being a manchild” responded y/n making jinyoung's blood boil in anger.
“listen here, cocksucker. i don't want people like you near me you disgust me” he spat while signaling towards y/n with one finger. “stop signaling me you weirdo. you know that usually men who make fun of someone who is gay do it to cover up their homosexuality .. like why are you mad about me sucking a dick that's not so straight from you, jinyoung..” a grimace of laughter finding its way onto y/n's face while jinyoung's was red for the anger, y/n swear he can see the steam coming out of his ears.
jinyoung quietly accepted he lost this time and sat beside y/n ‘this is not going to stay like this’ he thought, crafting his revenge towards the guy.
it was night already, all the tents are ready and everyone is going inside them, y/n was getting ready to sleep in his sleeping bag when suddenly the zipper of his tent opens “what the fu-” a big hand covering his mouth to prevent him from making any noises. “hello motherfucker” jinyoung smiled “you thought i forgot what you said on the bus dirty whore? i think someone should teach you manners and how to be a nice obedient bitch, what do you think?”.
managing to get away from the strong grip of jinyoung's hand on his mouth y/n says “what the fuck are you talking about you fucking psycho, get out of my fucking tent before i start to scream”.
jinyoung's big veiny hand found its way towards y/n neck squeezing it hard “do it and what i'm gonna do next it's gonna be worse, you hear me?” scared by how menacing the words came out of his mouth y/n just nodded, “what do you want then, a public apology?. fucking asshole”.
“you see.. i was talking with my girlfriend and i got so horny-”, “and? do i look like some type of… friend to you? i don't wanna know shit about it” interrupted y/n. “anyways as i said” jinyoung continued “i'm so bricked that my dick is poking his way out of my shorts, so i was looking for a way to calm it but the rest of the bitches are sleeping and apparently you're the only one bitch awake so… i thought why not use this opportunity to help you be my obedient slut. after all you like cocks” he slapped gently y/n's cheeks. “fuck you” are the only words coming out of y/n's mouth…
“shh be quiet” whispered jinyoung while forcing his cock down y/n's throat, the gagging sounds making him more horny “you're so talented at cocksucking, truly a whore. you do it better than my girlfriend” he snickered while thrusting his thick cock. 
“never thought i would see you this fucked up” jinyoung was stroking his cock while y/n was laying down panting, trying to catch his breath, with spit and cum covering his face “talking about dirty whores when you can't keep that thing inside your pants. coming here like a needy bitch looking for a hole to fuck”.
jinyoung just stared at y/n with a smirk on his face “i'm not done with you slut, look at this” he pokes his rock hard cock making it bounce a little “i'm gonna wreck your boypussy. come here” his hand snaking around y/n's shorts and discarding them quickly, along with the underwear. “leave me alone whore” y/n tried to push jinyoung with his feet but the bastard was so strong… and sexy.
jinyoung spat on his fingers and rub it on y/n's rim the cold fluid sending shivers up his spine “hngh.. stop it manwhore…” the pleasure clouding his thinking. jinyoung slap his fuckmeat on the rim and slowly introduce it, drawing a loud moan grom y/n due to the stretching “shush be quiet. you don't want someone to find us right? or is that what you want? woah what a pervert” y/n just ignored the comment and sucked on jinyoung's fingers.
“is that all you got, fragile masculinity slut?. not gonna be surprised if your girlfriend kicks you, you suck at fucki-” a slap landed on y/n's cheek. “stop being a loud motherfucker and let me fuck your pussy” his anger being canalized into fucking y/n “i don't give a fuck if you like it or not” he growls “i’m only here to use you like you let other men do”.
“fuck i love the sight of your gaping pussy. after being passed around the whole university is still so tight… even more than my girlfriend's”. “can you stop mentioning her you asshole?. she deserves a better man than you” y/n says, accommodating himself to ride jinyoung “let's get this over with, i want you gone”.
everytime he goes down y/n makes sure to do it hard causing jinyoung to moan very loudly, “look who's the loud bitch now. you call yourself a man and can't even handle me”. jinyoung laughed quickly grabbing y/n by his ankles pulling them towards him folding y/n in the process, his dick going in and out. y/n squirmed, his eyes rolled back and mouth agape, feeling that cock reaching so deep inside him, no other cock has made him feel like that.
“what happened pillow muncher.. too much to handle?” he starts sucking hickeys in the back of y/n's neck. “i'm gonna breed this pussy and after this you're gonna be mine you hear me?” he whispered while flipping y/n a fuck him while he leans on his back “no… i don't belong to.. to anyone not even to a loser like you” the older just ignored it and continued looking for his pleasure.
“guess you're not that straight macho after all” y/n murmured drawing jinyoung's attention, “just because i'm stretching your boypussy and about to cream it right now doesn't make me a homo… i'm straight as a line..”. y/n with his hooded eyes make eye contact with the top, smiled and caressed his cheek “even the straightest line can be curved dumbass” he then kisses his forehead “c'mon cream this fucking pussy… isn't this what you want hurry up before someone wakes up” fucking himself in jinyoung's dick y/n also searched for his pleasure his cock splurting with cum minutes later landing on jinyoung's chest and abs, while that happened he squeezed so hard that jinyoung came without realizing it, emptying his balls in the insatiable hole of y/n. 
jinyoung tried to catch his breath resting his head on y/n's chest falling asleep, followed by y/n minutes later.
the ride back to university was surprisingly quiet, jinyoung didn't say a word about sitting next to y/n, everyone was surprised. one by one they got off the bus with jinyoung and y/n being the last, the tall one grabbed the shorter one by the hand so that he wouldn't come down yet. "i'm going to break up with my girlfriend... what i’m doing with her is not right." "wow, at least there's some empathy inside that empty skull" y/n responded. jinyoung just laughed looking at y/n with a fond smile "sigh... i'm so sorry for what i’ve put you through all these years... i know that's not going to change the damage i've already done but i want to start being a good person… wanna go eat lunch? it's on me".
surprised by the sudden change y/n wondered what happened with him last night “are you okay? did you eat something strange this morning?”. “no fucking asshole i just… i just wanted to change my behaviour… you know if the straightest line can be curved that means that we can change and it's never too late to do it” y/n just stared at him dumbfounded “are you being serious right now? are you philosophizing over a silly phrase i just made up…ugh fucking corny anyways is free food and i can't say no to that so text me where is it and see you there. i guess..” y/n was about to get off but turned around, stood up and pet jinyoung's head, a slight blush covering his cheeks. jinyoung just stood there watching y/n get off the bus with a smile slowly forming in his face.
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mingsolo · 5 months
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HELLA GOOD.
jinyoung x reader (f) / g: smut, jackson wang party au :kek:, angst, exes? to lovers, romance / wc: 4k / warnings: jaelousy mentions, jinyoung trying to sabotage yn's date, alcohol mentions, some swearing / r: 18+
done for the Project X collab! track the #projectx track to read more. especially @flurrys-creativity entries to find some easter eggs from this story as well some for her own on this one ✸
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Jinyoung exhales as he finally finds himself in front of the three level mansion. 
A few people arriving at the party pass beside him through the stone path leading towards the main entrance. Well hidden between a few miles of pine and oak trees, the house is shining from all the lights being on inside it. The moon makes the lake surrounding it shine, the air is fresh and clean, and Jinyoung is hopeful for a moment that whatever he wishes to find at this party happens. 
Standing in front of the house, he was hit with loud and chaotic energy. He could spot people whenever his eyes landed. The chatter of hundreds of conversations resonated even over the loud music. 
He took out his phone and dialed your number. Straight to voicemail. You had blocked his number since two weeks ago, when you decided that what was going between you two was over. He opened instagram to see your recent stories, to remind himself of the reason he came to this party.
That fucking dress.
You were getting into his nerves. He could only imagine how good you would look once he had you in front of him. 
Once he entered the house, he could almost get drunk by how much the whole place smelled like liquor and sweetness. He glances at the main hall, people crowded against the wall, drinking, laughing, making out. Same thing as he glances at the kitchen. Beer-pong, body shots, more making out in plain sight. 
As he pushed himself between people towards the living room, he spotted a drunk Soonyoung dancing with a violent move of his hips, one hand on the back of his head, holding a bottle of vodka on the other. He was body rolling to the song playing, eyes closed, ear to ear smile as people cheered for him.
As he watched the spectacle, a few people bumped into him muttering weaker “sorry”. He looks away from Soonyoung’s magic mike show and looks out for you with no luck. A bunch of people kissing on the expensive looking leather couches in the living room. Jinyoung is relieved that you are in none of them. 
He continues his way to the enormous living room towards the kitchen, when someone else bumps into him with rather force. “Sorry… hey” he finds his friend Hyungwon looking rather distraught. “Jinyoung, have you seen…” He cuts himself and sprints away without saying anything else. 
“What’s wrong with everybody-” Jinyoung’s about to grunt when he is pushed again now by the familiar voice of his friend and party host, Jackson.
“Heeeeeeeey!” The raspy and already wasted voice of Jackson greets him right against his ear and Jinyoung swears he just left him deaf. “Brother! You're finally here!” Jackson hugs him tightly. The smell of vodka, tequila, cognac and every other type of liquor embraces Jinyoung as his friend greets him.
“Hey, you good?” Jinyoung's tone is concerned by his friend's consciousness. 
“Better than ever baby, come on drink!” Jackson then tries to pour a drink from the vodka bottle he is holding into his mouth but Jinyoung pushes him back. “Come on, you won’t leave me hanging, are you?.”
“At least get a glass shot?.” 
“No time for that, driiiiiiink!” 
“I said no, I’m looking for someone.” He tries to distract the party host from pouring the whole bottle all over him. 
“Maaan, I told you earlier when you asked, that she’s coming with someone.” Jackson whispers as he greets and smiles at the people waving and shouting at him as they pass by. “The tall foreign from economics or something.”
Jinyoung scowls. So you did come with that guy.
“Man, that dress she is wearing…” Jinyoung gives Jackson the stink eye and he throws his hands in the air mimicking being caught. “Listen man, I’m not blind.”
Jinyoung rolls his eyes at him, annoyed. “How’s Ice Princess treating you anyways?.”
Jackson blows raspberries, taking a shot from the vodka bottle. “If not for the alcohol, I would-” Just as Jackson begins rambling, Jinyoung hears the unmistakable tone of your laughter, even above the loud music. 
“See you later.” he cuts Jackson off and begins walking to the center of the party. He sees you walk in, a 6ft blonde walking statue by your side, and he’s making you giggle. 
Jinyoung feels his heart sink and the heat of his body rising. You couldn’t possibly like that guy, he looks nothing like your type. “And who is my type, you?” he imagined you mocking him, as you often did when he acted smug. He rolls his eyes at his own thoughts. What right did he have to think like this? It was him who wanted you to be his sex relief machine only. Wasn't it?
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Entering the house looking for more drinks, you laugh politely to whatever Adam was telling you about Sweden. Your eyes mechanically search for a familiar face, one you hoped you wouldn’t find. You look back at your date to show that you are listening, even if you aren’t. Adam has been sweet all night and accepted coming to the party on short notice. You knew he liked you, he wasn’t really subtle about it, but even then, his vibe wasn’t clicking with you the way you thought it would. 
Just as you were about to ask him to go get more drinks, the corner of your eye catched the figure of Jinyoung approaching you. Stupid Jinyoung, with his perfect hair, perfect shoulders, perfect face. You took a short but deep breath. As he gets closer, you notice he’s too shameless to hide the smirk on his face, or how his eyes roam through your body. He even had the nerve to rub his thumb over his bottom lip, knowing how much you hate/love when he does that. 
“Y/n, wasn’t sure I would find you here.” he taunted, clicking his tongue out of reproach. “Thought you would stay home working on that project you told me about the other night.” 
You scoffed, not willing to give him the satisfaction. “How could I miss the last party of the infamous Jackson Wang?, and I found some really good company to dare to miss it.” you smiled, linking your arm with Adam’s.
“Hi, how is it going?” Adam offered Jinyoung a handshake not really catching the tone of the conversation happening. Jinyoung arched his eyebrows and smiled before taking Adam’s hand, smiling at you mockingly. “Are you Y/n’s friend?”
“Yes.””No.”
Adam wiggles his eyebrows at the both of you, finding the whole scene amusing. You clear your throat, if your gaze could kill you were sure Jinyoung would be pulverized right there down to ashes.
“Anyway, we were just looking for something to drink, my throat is getting dry all of a sudden.” you dismissed Jinyoung but as you were about to step out Adam laughed and pointed out towards the kitchen across your point of view. 
“Look at that!” He shouted, the three of you turned to see a wasted Hongjoong pouring tequila shots into a girls mouth, crashing his lips against hers to share it. Adam clapped and cheered something in Swedish that you couldn’t make up too. 
“What are you doing coming with this clown?” Jinyoung taunts in korean. You look for something to defend your date with but the way he’s now whistling and cheering to the mess in the kitchen is not helping his case. 
Jinyoung scoffs. “Has he even told you how hot you look right now?.” 
“I…,” you don’t know how to reply to that, having Jinyoung come closer to you as he continues to eye you head to toe. You suddenly can’t breathe or think. Having him so close was always dangerous for you.
“What, cat got your tongue?.”
“Shut up, Jinyoung.” you push him away, taking all in you not to throw yourself at him by how good he smells and how hot he looks when he gazes up at you like that. 
“So, babe, want something to drink?.” Adam’s voice made you finally stop glaring at Jinyoung and slowly turn over to your date.
“Babe?.” Both you and Jinyoung read each other's minds.
“By the way, are you with someone?.” He suddenly asks Jinyoung. 
Jinyoung scowled, backing a step. “They are getting drinks.” he quickly lied. You looked at him not believing it for a second but couldn’t help feeling hurt. 
Before either man could add anything more, you burst out of spite. “Well, hope you and whoever you are with have fun, now if you excuse us, we are going to get some drinks and probably make out.” You take Adam’s hand and practically drag him out of the living room, pushing your way between the sea of people as a remix of make it rain plays in the background.
“Gosh!” you grunted, now pushed back in a corner of the second floor living room. The moment you were out of Jinyoung’s sight.  “I need to drink. A lot.” 
“What was that about making out?.” Adam gets closer to you, his eyes shine with intent and you awkwardly smile. “Oh, about that I just…,”
“You still need a drink right?” He steps back and begins eyeing the space looking for alcohol. “I’m going downstairs and get us something, alright?.”
“Alright, meet you back… here.” Before you could finish he’s sprinting downstairs, leaving you puzzled. “He is so strange.” you mumble to yourself, before quickly looking over your shoulder, looking for signs of Jinyoung anywhere close.
You shook your head. The point is to forget that he is here, not to be on the lookout for him. You suddenly needed air. Pushing your way between people dancing, you made your way towards the outdoor patio. It was crowded there as well but at least it was open and you could ease the heat of the people cramped inside and the smell of alcohol mixed with perfume.
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Jinyoung didn’t take long to find you outside on the outdoor patio. You were leaning over watching something amusedly. He saw how Adam from Economics sprinted to the kitchen, getting lost between the sea of bodies pushing against each other with loud cheering and chanting. It was his chance to just go up to you and make you leave the party with him. 
Just before he was about to enter, he stopped. He admired your form, how pretty and beautiful you were and it pained him not being able to call you his. 
Even if it's all on him.
Sex was a relief for Jinyoung. With you he had found someone who he could be comfortable enough with, and also someone who drove him crazy. But the moment you offered that he could stay the night, to share breakfast together, to go on dates… he remembered that person who he trusted, gave his heart and then betrayed him, breaking himself into a million pieces.
The moment he felt he was falling for you, he had to be an asshole. He had to make you feel like he wasn't falling in love with you, or he would end up in pain again.
It wasn't fair for you, that he knew. But what could he do if he was drawn to you like bees to honey?. He couldn't let you go entirely, he needed you to keep going. But it had to be like this, just little bits, just a glimpse of what a life with you could be.
Jinyoung remembered your face everytime you were excited to do something else with him, when you approached him after classes or caught up with him in the middle of campus. Your eyes lose light every time he said no to you, but you were addicted to him as much as he was to you. This new passion he found with you, it was burning him inside, making him remember how bad it was when he got let down by feeling things so intensely in the past. 
Jinyoung knew that you wanted him to be yours, but something on him refused to give in. That’s what you have decided to shut him off, put distance between you, and there he was, making things difficult for you.
He toyed with the idea of just leaving and letting you be, it was for the best, but his feet refused to move. He spotted a mop of blonde hair coming up from the stairs. Adam walked outside where you were, and offered you a drink. He then got really close to you, and you backed up. 
Jinyoung frowned. He will leave, but just after being sure the Swedish guy wasn’t making you uncomfortable. 
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The stars were so bright against the night sky, and for a moment you were hopeful that everything was going to be alright. You would just have a few drinks to ease the nerves of having Jinyoung around. Saying you would make out with Adam to get back at Jinyoung was stupid but you would be sure not to let him get any more ideas. 
You leaned to the balcony after texting Adam that you would be waiting for him there, when a noise made you turn over. There was a girl in jeans running towards the lake, you squint to see if you could make out who it was but she had her back at you. Right after her, you spotted Minhyuk, the one in Communications, sprinting after her. She jumped on a boat and you couldn’t believe your eyes when Minhyuk threw himself at the lake chasing after her. 
“Woah, that's some romcom shit right there…” you giggled, “I need some of whatever those two are on.”
“Hi there!”.
The grin disappeared off your face instantly as Adam shouted right behind you. “Oh my god, you scared me!”.
“Sorry…” he smiled, offering you a red plastic cup filled with tequila and sprite. “I also got this.” He showed a half emptied tequila bottle, and you smiled relieved. 
“Th-thanks.” you took the cup and finished the drink in one go. You promptly pour another shot on your cup and finish it as well. Adam arching his brows at you. 
“Believe me, I need this.” 
“So, about us, back what you said there…” he started, getting closer to you. You backed up a little, not wanting to be embraced by him. “Yeah, about that…” you began, when the sound of the glass door opening up, Jinyoung stepping out. 
“You won’t believe who’s down there!” Jinyoung shouted excitedly, coming closer to you. “The youtube guy… the one from Sweden!”
“PewDiePie??!” Adam shouted energetically. “No way!” 
“Yes way, he’s down there right now giving shots to everybody.”
Adam smiled at you wiggling his tail like an overly excited dog. You looked at him not believing he was about to go downstairs and see if it was true.
“I have to see this!” He sprinted inside, shouting that PewDiePie was there, making people whisper and some of them even followed him out of curiosity. 
“PewDiePie?,” You glared at Jinyoung. 
“He’s that stupid, huh?.” 
“I can’t believe you.” tears started gathering up. “What do you want, Jinyoung, why are you even here?”.
Jinyoung frowned. “Y/n, I saw you back up, you don’t want to be around this guy.” 
“Is not your place to do something about it, we are nothing, remember?.”
“I- That’s not…”
“Just tell me, what do you want?.” you were tired of pretending Jinyoung’s rejection didn't hurt you. You were so blind believing you two could actually be together. Jinyoung lowered his head in silence.“You are so cruel.” 
You stepped out of the patio, making your way between people with force. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry anymore. 
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Jinyoung felt his heart shrink by seeing you almost crying. He shouted after you but you didn’t stop. You were supposed to be in his arms, not running away from them. If he just opened up to you, you of all people would never hurt him… right?. He felt awful, thinking he was doing the same thing to you now, that dreadful feeling he so wanted to avoid getting ever again.
“Y/n!” he shouted, getting closer to you. He grabbed your arm, pulling you against him. “I’m sorry, please talk to me.” He softly put his hands in the back of your head and you couldn’t hold it any more. Tears begin to fall against his chest and having him wrapped around you makes you cry louder. It was because of him that you were crying, yet you felt comfort in no other. 
Jinyoung felt awful. He had broken you first, and now he had to gather all the pieces. He had to make it right for you. “Come on,” He guided you back to the second floor towards a closed marble door. Jinyoung pushed it firmly a couple of times until it was open. 
It was an office or studio, lots of books and neatly arranged office stationary placed on the desk and shelves. You walked in, surprised there was no one already inside either fucking or making out. Jinyoung closed the door behind him, leaning against it. 
“Can’t believe I’m fucking crying at a Wang party, was told these were a blast.”
“Y/n…”
Jinyoung got closer to you, but you pushed him away. You studied him for a moment. There were those eyes, those bright eyes, genuine eyes. He loved you, that you knew, yet he wouldn’t dare to say it. “What are you so afraid of?.” 
Jinyoung lowered his eyes, muttering a weak, “I'm sorry.” but it wasn’t enough. You got closer, and wrapped your arms under his until both were wrapped around his back. “You know I love you, but you need to let me go if you don’t want the same.”
You two stayed like that for a moment. He embraced you too as well. He let himself be enveloped by your essence and you pressed yourself against him wanting to remember what it felt to be so close. As you were about to break the hug, he pulled you up, not letting you. 
“Jinyoung…”
He pulled apart a little, only to get a good look at you. He saw the shine in your eyes, the heat on your face and how you still have your arms wrapped around him tightly. He loved you so much, how much of an idiot he had to be to not trust you wouldn’t hurt him. 
Outside the room, the boisterous sound of laughter and cheering exploded out more intensely, but even then, you hear Jinyoung clearly when he spoke. “I love you.” his eyes clouded over your lips, as he leaned forward and kissed you hurriedly. 
It was mere seconds and you got your tongue down his throat, his face grabbing your face as you pressed yourself against him tightly. You slipped your hands on his sides, wanting to feel the burning of his skin. The sounds you made made Jinyoung hiss over your lips.  He grabbed you, making you hug him with both arms and legs.Your mind was telling you to stop, you weren't even sure he had locked the door, but it didn’t matter. You wanted him right there, right now. 
Jinyoung placed you at the center of the desk, pushing the stuff over it out of the way. You laughed breathily. Jinyoung gave you a smirk and dragged your legs until his hips were around your waist, his crotch pressed against your middle. 
He kissed you feverishly and hurriedly, as if it was going to be his last time with you. Pushing your dress upwards he got a good sight of your lace underwear and groaned. He threw out his jacket and you leaned forward to unbutton his neatly ironed white shirt. Once you removed it you kissed his neck, earning small and controlled moans. 
Soon enough both your moans echoed in the room, only the two of you could hear them. The noise coming from outside seemed like another reality. Jinyoung got shivers all over at the sight of you beneath him, your nails digging on his back, marking him. He was happy to oblige when you begged him to make you see stars.
He seated you in the desk, opening your legs wide before him. He gave you a dark look before burying himself between your thighs. He devoured you with his tongue, made you whimper and ran out of breath with the touch of his fingers. 
Just as you were about to come down on his tongue, you could hear the loud buzzing of your phone from where you threw your bag on the couch next to him. Jinyoung stopped, making you whine. “Leave it…” you complained, when he quickly got your bag, taking out your cell phone. 
“Answer it.” 
“What?.” You looked at the screen, an unsaved number with the country code +46 on screen. “Jinyoung…” 
“It’s him, answer it.” He ordered and you pressed the green button.
“Hell… oh” you moaned into the phone when Jinyoung slipped two fingers inside of you, he pumped them in and out slowly as you answered. “Fuck, uhm yes?.” 
“Put it on speaker.”
You glared at him but he was fastening his pace, neglecting you the chance to be reasonable. You pressed the speaker button. 
“Y/n? I’m back outside… I could… not… find… Pew…” The noise from where he was and your own moans made it difficult to understand anything he was saying. 
“I.., uhm” you whimpered when Jinyoung spread your legs even more, quickly unbuttoning his pants. He dragged his fingers on your pussy, coating them with your arousal and stroked himself before you. “Fuckkk.”
“Huh? Where are you?.”
“I’m… ah, fuck.” 
Jinyoung pushed himself into you with a single motion. You drop the phone from your hand and dig your nails on Jinyoung’s shoulders as he pounds inside of you back and forth. He groaned and pressed his head on the crook of your neck, breathing heavily against your ear. You were so tight and it took all of him not to load into you at that moment. 
“Y/n?, Y/n?”.
Your fingers pressed again on his back, red lines showing on his shoulders. You moaned his name, he moaned yours. His arms held your legs across his waist, the desk resonating with each thrust of his hips. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered. “God, you’re tight.” 
You smiled against the skin of his shoulders, your breathing matching with his. There you were, letting yourself be consumed by him as you swore you never would again. “Jinyoung…” you repeated long forgetting that the phone was still on call, that outside there was a guy looking out for you, listening to you moaning and crying Jinyoung’s name.
Jinyoung grabbed your legs and without removing himself from you, lifted you over, as he sat on the leather couch behind him. You kissed him again, adjusting yourself to the new position. “Ride me like you own me.” He ordered.
Fuck. You were done for. You rocked your hips on top of him until he cried your name over and over. You came not minding the mess you would leave behind. Once Jinyoung saw you bouncing on top of him, tears in your eyes, he was doomed. 
He would do anything for you, anything you wished for, he will make it true.
He finally blew his load on you, until there was none left. You fell down, feeling like a ragged doll on his arms, energy drained out. He hugged you, wrapping his hands around your waist, kissing your shoulders. 
“You’re mine.” he whispered, and you opened your eyes, moving your head to face him. “I love you, and I want to be with you.” 
You wanted to say no to him, as he many times did, tell him that it was too late. But you knew it was bullshit. You wanted to hear those words more than anything, and finally hearing them made you incredibly happy. It wasn’t late at all. You still loved him, you still wanted him. 
“I love you Jinyoung, I want to make you happy.” you kissed him softly. 
“I do not deserve you, so I’ll work hard for you to feel like I'm worth having.” 
You hugged him again, pressing yourself against him to feel his skin burning against yours. Then the sound of your phone buzzing broke your thoughts. “Jeez, do you think he realized what was happening?.” you laughed.
“No, he’s an idiot.” Jinyoung rolled his eyes and laughed too. The lines on the side of his eyes when he laughed genuinely showing up. You kissed them, and soothed his disheveled hair once more, right before continuing.
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marvelous-llama · 8 months
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GOT7 recs
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eviebyme · 1 year
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*****i forgot to ask what for the GOT7 one. lol
https://at.tumblr.com/eviebyme/hi-i-wanted-to-ask-if-you-can-do-a-headcanon/9frby751u7c1
If you can please do the same for GOT7?
Hi! Yes, I can certainly do that 😉. Thanks for requesting!❤️
Got7 Kinks
Mark
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He’s probably the most vanilla tbh
Being with a partner he finds sexy is usually enough for him
He prefers to stick with missionary or doggy
His kink would most probably be penetration, just the act of sex is enough and he doesn’t really like to step out of his comfort zone
He will silently judge you if you suggest anything too crazy by his standards
Jaebeom
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I can see him having specific sensitive spots that will drive him crazy when they’re touched
Like he’s big into having his nipples played with or being pinched on his thighs or waist or something
To that point he probably has a specific body fetish. Foot fetish, breast, belly button. I can see him being hyperfixated (and turned on) by certain body parts
Likes having sex in public, but with no one around lol - like in a field or in a car. He finds it exciting but anything more and his anxiety takes over
Jackson
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Ok guys, he’s a lowkey freak
Takes consent very VERY seriously because he knows he’ll mess you up lol
Hard dom- likes giving orders, inflicting pain, and teasing
Like leather and bondage
ALWAYS has a safe word, even if your intention is just making out
Jinyoung
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Soft dom - he likes to give orders but is a huge softy and feels bad when he gets carried away
LOVES roleplaying - he’s always the dominant though. Like he really gets into it. He’s usually pretty reserved but once he’s into a role he completely changes into that character
Likes to blindfold and tie up his partner - but he only reaches this stage after being with someone for a while
Seems vanilla the first few times, but he is freaky trust me
Youngjae
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Edging and being teased
Probably a switch or exclusively submissive
I can see him being turned on by certain articles of clothing - like knee high socks and a short skirt or lingerie. That will drive him wild. Even certain textures like silk or lace are incredibly sexy
Also, I can see getting turned on by cosplay of anime or video game characters - omg and maids!
Bambam
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Soft dom #2
More of a Daddy/baby girl kind of dom
Loves to take care of you and loves to put you in your place
Giving massages (erotic massages ofc)
Probably the second most vanilla after Mark. He likes good old fashioned sex and literally just loves to be touched.
Yugyeom
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Rough sex
Role play that results in rough sex (punishing, humiliating, etc)
I’m reluctant to say hard dom because he can come out of this role quickly - and he is not really a soft dom.
He will be very clear about consent and safe words too. His partner is always a priority, but sex is a way to release anger, so he usually wants to be totally clear
Loves anal but will never suggest it to his partner
Requests Open!
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prettywordsyouleft · 1 year
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Well Rewarded
Pairing: Park Jinyoung x female reader
Genre: friends to lovers / romance / suggestive / valentine’s day au
Warnings: suggestive content, lingerie, some nudity, basically everything but the smut, lol.
Author’s Note: of course, it’s the first time I write Jinyoung in 8 months, and he demands all this from me. Happy Valentine’s Day. Also friends, the concept of this story is a bit cringe about wanting to celebrate Valentine’s Day, but I don’t believe we all need to buy into the holiday. And if people shame you for not having a Valentine, then they’re the problem. This was just a bit of fun <3
Word count: 2100
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You smiled as you read the note that came attached to the large bouquet of flowers, vaguely paying attention to the gushing from your co-workers.
He had remembered.
“Oh Y/N, you sneaky devil! You have kept tight-lipped about this one!”
“You’ve got explaining to do. Who’s the admirer?”
Your smile grew to Cheshire lengths, but you tried to rein it in. If you looked too giddy, they would insist on too many details. You needed to keep the charm there, bask in the attention the flowers had given you, and then accept that your ruse had worked.
Nothing more.
“Let me check the note out,” your manager Wendy insisted and plucked it out of your grasp. “‘Y/N, I know you don’t like a big fuss, but you’re worth it. Can’t wait to see you tonight, Love J xxx.’ Who’s J?”
“Someone special,” you replied truthfully, closing your eyes and thinking back to the disappointing Valentines you had last year, and how you had sobbed drunkenly on your best friend’s shoulder.
“Everyone got something in the office. Everyone except me. I’m going to have to send myself flowers next year just to make sure they don’t pity me as they did today. There’s nothing wrong with being single! Yet why do I feel so miserable?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll send you flowers.” Jinyoung was running his hand up and down your back rhythmically, trying to soothe your nerves.
“You will?” you asked, looking up at him with doe eyes, your bottom lip wobbling. “You’d do that for me?”
“Sure. You’re the only Valentine I want to have anyway. We’ll make a big deal out of it. If you’re not in a relationship next year, I’ll make this day so special you’ll never cry on it again.”
Another smile brightened your face as you thought over Jinyoung’s offer. You had honestly forgotten all about it until the bouquet had turned up, his tell-tale handwriting on the card making your heart leap. You were going to give him the best night ever. Should you cook for him? You could stop by the grocery store on your way to his, the ritual of Tuesday nights being spent together now growing more exciting as your thoughts progressed. Since he’d done this for you, you wanted to repay him with something delicious. Candlelit dinner for a fun touch. You spent the whole afternoon half-focused on your work tasks, whilst drafting up a dinner and dessert plan that would make your best friend happy.
You were excited by the time work was over and went to rush out of the building. No such luck, however, as your co-workers pulled you aside. “Hot date tonight, huh?”
“Something of the sort.”
“Are you prepared to blow his mind?” You merely stared back at Wendy as her eyebrows danced. She shared a look with the other two ladies and looped their arms through yours. “This is a big deal. You’ve worked at the company for five years and this is the first Valentine’s gift you’ve received. Time to make sure he receives too.”
You should have known with all their giggling you’d end up at a lingerie store two blocks over. You were so stunned that you didn’t even protest as they dragged you inside. And somehow, thirty minutes later, you left with a purchase made and a flush to your cheeks.
I’ll just wear it for myself sometime, you reasoned as you dashed towards the grocery store, loading a basket full of the supplies you had made a list for, trying not to think of how Jinyoung would have reacted to you wearing the set in the bag dangling off your arm. In another world, where you were both lovers and the flowers had meant more than saving face, you could imagine greeting Jinyoung after work in just the lingerie and heels, hungry eyes devouring your curves, your bare skin. It would definitely end with dessert being served up before the main course.
Shaking away the sinful image of your best friend lusting over you physically, you hurried through the rest of your shop before heading to Jinyoung’s place. Years ago, he had gifted you a key to his place, and tonight it would come in handy.
Or it would have if Jinyoung hadn’t beat you home first. “What’s all this?”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jinyoung!” you exclaimed delightedly, bustling into his kitchen and dropping your heavy grocery load on the kitchen countertop. “You remembered our pact.”
His curious expression grew smug momentarily as he looked at you. “I told you I would do it.”
“And I owe you one. So, since you have no date for tonight, I figured I’d spoil you.”
“You did, huh?” His attention fell back to the assorted bags, snagging on one in particular.
You followed his focused stare to the lingerie-branded bag, your mouth falling ajar at the sight of it mixed in with the groceries. You had been in such a hurry to get inside before he was home, that you must’ve grabbed it by accident. Shifting forward, you snapped it up off the table with an awkward laugh. “Oops!”
“That’s not for me too?” he teased, though his tone was too husky for it to remain light. “What’s inside?”
“Just something,” you attempted to sound airy as you shoved it under your purse, and tucked your coat overtop. “Nothing important.”
“You bought lingerie today.”
“Well, the flowers got the ladies excited. They dragged me to the store after work. I guess I got caught up in the throes of things.” You smiled widely. “Anyway, how does steak sound? I got a good cut and—”
“What colour is it?” Jinyoung continued, his gaze zeroed in on your coat, as if he was trying to scan through the layers to find it himself. He rocked on his heels and took a decisive step forward.
“Why does it matter?”
“I’m just curious. You’ve never been one to shop on a whim for undergarments.”
You placed a hand on your hip. “That you know of. I happen to own many nice sets. You just haven’t seen any before.”
His eyes darkened and he took another step forward. “Huh. I thought I knew everything about you, best friend.”
“It’s not like I think about the underwear you wear.”
“You already know what brand and size I wear. You bought me some for my birthday,” he replied instantly, fingers grazing your coat, caressing it with a patience that was missing from his tense expression.
Pausing on pulling out the ingredients for the meal, you walked back to his side, threw back your coat and shoved the bag into his hands. He looked at you and then the bag, suddenly unsure. You smirked. “What? You wanted to see what’s inside.”
“Did you think of me when you bought this?” he murmured so low that you weren’t sure he actually uttered the words. Breaking the sticker holding the bag closed, a deep inhale is all you heard as he peered inside. “Blue and white. You were thinking of me.”
“It was pretty,” you managed to say around your suddenly dry mouth, swallowing to try and moisten it.
There had been instances over your friendship where you had imagined this. Christ, you had only forty minutes ago. But you’d always pushed the thoughts aside, cherishing the decades of friendship more than a bout of intimacy. With the way Jinyoung now stood frozen, a fistful of satin locked within his grasp, you wondered if maybe it would be worth it.
“Jinyoung.”
“Mm?”
“Do you… want to see it on?” you asked, unsure where the confidence came from. He had never made you feel uncomfortable within your body, but it wasn’t like you to just offer a scantily-dressed option of yourself up to anyone.
He isn’t just anyone though, your brain reminded, as you caught his pupil-dilated stare, his hand trembling as he thrust the garments at you. Grabbing them, you nodded once as his jaw tightened, and you strode over to the bathroom, clicking the door shut.
Away from the heady atmosphere, you let out a small laugh. “What the hell am I doing?” you asked yourself as your hands worked down the zipper of your dress, the fabric pooling at your feet. You weren’t prepared for this. You would have waxed; shaved at the very least. But for some reason, that didn’t deter you. The more clothing you pulled off, the more determined you were to have this moment regardless.
Whether or not Jinyoung had been at the forefront of your thoughts when purchasing the lingerie, he was now. You needed him to see you in it. It was a craving unlike any other, and you were excited. After clasping the bra hooks together, you smoothed your hands down your silhouette and turned to look in the mirror. You had subconsciously left your heels on, completing the fantasy you had envisioned in the supermarket before.
Emboldened, you turned and opened the door. Jinyoung was standing with his back to you, though you knew he was aware of your return to the living room. Maybe he was regretting pushing the idea. Your hopes were dashed a little. “Well, it fits nice, so…”
The deflecting words died on your tongue when he turned, raking his gaze over you from head to toe. You were under his spotlight, and instead of nerves rushing through as you expected, the flames in his stare heated your skin with every longing caress.
“When I sent you those flowers, I wasn’t quite expecting such a gift in return,” he hoarsely said, striding towards you until he was close to brushing against you. You gasped as his breath met your exposed skin, his eyes still roaming over you. “I’m not complaining one bit.”
“So, dinner?” you questioned weakly, unable to hide the desire filling your voice. You wanted him. You wanted to see as much bare skin as you were showing him. As if he read your mind, he reached over the back of his head and tugged off his hoodie and tee all at once. You blinked, eyes wandering over his broad chest and shoulders. You had seen this all before, but not under these circumstances, and definitely not with the ability to be allowed to touch. Jinyoung hissed when your palm connected against his overheated skin.
“Dinner?” he echoed, letting out a chuckle. “Darling, the last thing on my mind right now is eating.”
His eyes flashed with sinful recognition of his statement and Jinyoung let out a groan. “Actually, I am hungry for something else.”
“We do this and you know it’s going to make us want it again and again.”
“Oh, I’m aware. I don’t think I’ll be done worshipping what you’ve presented me for weeks to come.”
A smile spread out your lips as you pushed yourself flush against him, angling your face towards his. “Only weeks?”
“I have a confession to make. I forgot about the pact we made last year until you mentioned it before. I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you today and sent the flowers. You’re the only Valentine I ever want.”
“Well then, Valentine,” you started, breath mingling with his, lips barely an inch apart. “You’re all I want too. I guess we should go work up an appetite.”
“And what if I make it so you’re too exhausted to cook?” Jinyoung asked as he walked you backwards into the wall, another gasp leaving you when his lips pressed into your neck. You angled your head with ease, allowing him to taste your already feverish skin.
“That’s okay. We can always order in. I’ll cook it tomorrow.”
“Good. Because the idea of letting you out of my bed tonight sounds unfathomable.”
And then his lips were on yours, sealing the deal. You couldn’t think of anything other than Jinyoung, of the taste of him, the feel of his hands squeezing and touching you everywhere. There was only this man within your mind and you were ready to be driven wild by him.
You squeaked when he finally navigated you both to his bedroom and your legs brushed against the edge of the bed. Jinyoung’s hands were on your back, unhooking the bra you had barely worn in front of him and reverently placing down on the comforter beside you. He shook his head.
“I got the better gift today,” he announced, and you laughed breathily, running your hand over his torso.
“We’re both about to be well rewarded for our efforts, don’t you think?”
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Hey and happy new year
Can I request a Jackson wang imagine in which the reader goes to a concert during his magicman tour where she makes lots of new friends as well. Jackson also brings her on stage and serenades her.
All the fan interactions on the internet with fans living their Y/N dream its just *dreamy sigh*
The lights beamed across the stadium, blasting white, blue, and green across the middle sections. The base n the track vibrated your feet and would've caused you to collapse had you not been jumping and dancing with everyone else in the pit. Instead, you squinted your eyes, shaking your head to the beat and allowing your hair to fall freely over your face. Had you not been in the front row, the volume of your signing could've drowned out the actual performance, but you didn't care.
You had already pre-gamed with a couple of shots of strawberry vodka at your friend's apartment before all 3 of you eventually hopped on the shuttle toward the venue. You hoped the liquor would kick in and give you enough confidence not to worry about the thousands of other screaming fans dying to get as close to the stage as you were. You changed your outfit twice before deciding on dark blue jeans and a black sheer top paired with a silver necklace.
Yet here you were, hair was undone and the top layer of your shirt in your purse as you danced in a black tank top. You paused to turn towards your friend, but before you could ask about the next song, the lights began to dim, and your attention focused on the chair in the center of the stage. The crowd hushed as Jackson Wang picked up a hand mic and strolled towards the front audience.
"For this next song, I'd like to invite a special lady for an up close performance."
The crowd raced, and girls screamed in competition to get his attention. Finally, you turned towards your friends, grabbing their hands in excitement.
"I wonder who it'll be," she shouts, "I wish I could be that lucky."
You smiled and nodded before glancing back towards the front stage.
Jackson did a few laps, teasing the screaming fans that reached towards him before pausing in front of your section. You stood in awe, savoring the opportunity to have him within 10 feet of you. Your friend taps your shoulder hurridly.
"He's definitely looking at you!"
You shake your head, "What? No, he's not. He could be looking at anyone here."
You tilted your chin to meet his gaze, being welcomed by a smirk before he brought the mic to his lips.
"The girl with the silver necklace," you froze.
"Would you join me on stage? He reached his hand towards you as security made room to escort you to him. You grabbed his hand and pulled yourself up, landing in front of him in the chair. He stood above you, allowing you to embrace the smell of his citrus colone before speaking again.
"What's your name?" He leaned down to bring the microphone to your lips. You hesitated, the lights focused on you, and you quickly scanned the crowd for your friends.
He leaned towards your ear, pulling off his earpiece briefly.
"If you're nervous, just pretend it's you and me. It's always you and me."
He presses the piece back into his ear before turning towards the crowd and signaling his team and dancers to start the track.
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AN: Yes, the title is from Partition by Beyoncé. Starting off my GOT7 works with the bias wrecker lol. Also, me? Including word counts? Who is she.
Synopsis: Your husband is typically the image of self-control. However, when he sees how stunning you look tonight in particular, he can't help himself.
Heads up: Park Jinyoung x Fem! Reader, pwp, established, car sex, fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, very mild degradation (f. receiving), slight praise kink, unprotected piv sex, unconsensual exhibitionism in a sense (? the chauffeur could potentially hear them, but it's not stated that he does) and creampie.
Word count: 1409
I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.
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"Hey, could you please put the divider up?" You hear your husband politely ask the chauffeur, taking you out of your daydreaming as you two make your way to the award show.
"No problem, sir," he responds, doing so immediately.
Before you have the opportunity to ask why he wanted the divider up, Jinyoung pounces on you. His hand cups your jaw as he presses a searing kiss to your lips. You're left completely stunned, your mouth moving against his out of habit. You pull back from his mouth to catch your breath, Jinyoung shifting to kiss your exposed neck in a frenzy.
"Not that I'm complaining, but what's gotten into you?" You ask, biting back whimpers from each brush of his lips on your sensitive skin.
"You look gorgeous tonight," Jinyoung breathes against your skin, his hand moving from your jaw to snake between your soft thighs. You can't control the gasp that manages to escape your lips when you feel his fingers brush against you over your panties.
"So fucking beautiful. I can't help myself. Want you," he groans, kissing his way back to your mouth and pulling you into another delirious kiss. His fingers drawing circles against your clit through your panties.
Fortunately Jinyoung is keeping your mouth occupied because you're not confident you could've silenced all of your moans and mewls. Not that he doesn't make you feel desired, but you've rarely seen your husband get this... desperate. It's an incredibly attractive sight nonetheless, your insides clenching around nothing and arousal dripping onto your panties.
You accidentally bite down on his bottom lip when his fingers push your panties to the side and, sink into your warm, wet pussy. You both moan into each other at the feeling, your walls clenching around the intrusion harshly and fresh wetness leaking onto Jinyoung's fingers.
"Fuck, you're already so wet. So tight," he groans, sealing your mouth with his once more as to not clue in the chauffeur as to what was occurring in his backseat as Jinyoung fucks you on his fingers mercilessly. Gleefully exploiting every weakness he's picked up over the years.
You try your best to bite back all your moans and keens, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with Jinyoung abusing the most sensitive parts of your walls over and over and over again, eventually introducing his thumb to draw quick circles on your clit directly this time around.
Apparently his mouth wasn't enough because he soon decides to cover your mouth with his unoccupied hand. Lidded eyes take in the sight of you losing all composure on his fingers, his bruised, pretty lips whispering filth to you all the while.
"You're so tight and warm and wet, baby," he half-whisperd half-moans, "Are you going to cum on my fingers in the back of car that isn't even ours?"
A smirk spreads across his flushed, handsome face at the high-pitched whine you let out in response to his words. Jinyoung leans in to whisper the remainder of his words against the sensitive shell of your ear, "That's so dirty. You're such a needy, desperate, little slut, y/n." He even has the nerve to lick at the skin beneath your ear and litter it with kisses, occasionally nipping at your earlobe as well.
You feel your eyes roll into the back of your head from all the sensations Jinyoung is making you take. Almost biting down on his hand when he quickens his thumb against your clit and fucks you harder on his fingers. The obscene sounds of your wetness filling the space between the two of you.
Jinyoung presses his hand harder against your mouth when you cum. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your insides spasm around his fingers, wetness dripping down his fingers onto his palm. Your nails claw at his blazer covered shoulders, trying to steady yourself as Jinyoung continues to finger you through it all.
"That's my good girl. Just like that, baby," he coos against your skin, panting as he presses messy kisses against your sensitive skin. His fingers eventually still inside of you, your whimpers quieter now, and he feels confident enough to remove his hand from your mouth.
His mouth shifts from your throat to your bruised lips, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip as he hurriedly unbuckles his belt and tugs his pants and boxers low enough for his flushed cock to spring free.
You let out a whimper when he pulls away from you and makes himself comfortable against the backseat. His hair a tousled mess, his pretty lips attractively plumped and his cock very appealingly resting against his shirt covered abdomen. Your walls clench hard, and your thighs rub together at the vision he makes.
"Well? What're you waiting for? Come sit on my dick, baby," he commands, his molten gaze fixed on you.
You scramble so fast to straddle him that you're half surprised you didn't hit your head on the roof of the car in your haste. Pointedly ignoring the smug smirk on his face. You hike up your dress as far as it can reasonably go, your unoccupied hand steadying yourself on the backseat. Once you're satisfied, your hand grasps his cock in his hand, excitement coursing through you at the quiet moan Jinyoung let's out from the contact.
His hands fly to your hips as you begin to sink down onto him, toes curling at the phenomenal stretch his cock provides with every centimetre of him you sheath inside of you. A violent shudder runs through your body when he's fully sheathed inside of you. Hot, long, impossibly thick and so familiar. Still, you find yourself crumpling into him and muffling your whimpers into his shoulder as you give yourself time to adjust. Jinyoung isn't fairing much better. His hold on your hips already becoming bruising as he bites back groans and veins petrude on his neck with how hard he's clenching his teeth.
"So wet. So tight," he groans lowly into your ear, his hands shifting to your ass. Grabbing a generous handful as you slowly rise up before sinking back down onto him. His hold guiding you all the while. "We have to hurry, baby. We don't have much time," he grits out, lightly biting your neck as your walls drag along his girthy cock.
"Okay," you respond with the little brain power you have remaining. Kissing him messily as you ride him faster, the sounds of skin slapping against skin quickly filling the space in the back of the car. His hold on your ass becoming harsh with each slam of your thighs against his, trying his best to thrust up into you all the while.
In the very back of your mind you sincerely hope the chauffeur can't hear you or is polite enough not to say anything.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum soon," he warns against your mouth between kisses, his hands on your ass helping you ride him faster. His tip touching the deepest parts of you in a way you're sure could make you cum again. That familiar tightening worsening in your very core. You unconsciously grip him tighter inside of you at the mention of his orgasm growing closer. The thought of being filled with his cum making you whine and nod hurriedly against his plump lips.
"Jinyoung, please. Want it. Want you. Want you to fill me up with your cum," you babble out, pulling him closer to you.
Your husband always manages to look otherworldly when he cums. A cute furrow in his brows and his plump lips parted in a ridiculously hot o, his hands always leaving bruises in their wake from how hard he holds onto you.
This time around, you have the foresight to kiss him. Trying your best to silence each others' desperate sounds while his cock floods your insides with his thick cum. Swallowing down his groans while he does the same with your whimpers. Clinging to each other like a lifeline.
Jinyoung eventually sags against the backseat. His head coming to rest against your shoulder as the two you catch your respective breaths. His hands soothingly ran along your hips and thighs as he presses kisses to whatever skin he is able to access.
"I think we should reconsider attending the award show," you muse, toying with the ends of his hair.
"I think you're right," he responds with a chuckle.
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Jinyoung couldn’t get you out of his head no matter how hard he tried to. What was supposed to be a reckless one-night stand turned into a painful obsession. He simply wanted to blow off some steam with a beautiful stranger like you. Aching to get lost in another made him forget his morals for a night. And when he laid eyes on you, he was certain that his wish would come true.
And now, days after, he found himself suffering tremendously because of you. You clouded his every thought. At the beginning of each day his mind wandered back to you. Wondering if you were still asleep, recalling how peaceful you looked when you were dreaming. His fingers itched when he thought about the strands of silk hair that fell onto your soft features wanting to push them back in their place. He dismissed those thoughts every morning, but you still found your way back into his awareness, almost effortlessly.
During the day he found it impossible to concentrate as his mind forced him to think of you. His behavior made him wonder - what has intrigued that sudden change in him? Was it your breath-taking beauty? He sure as hell thought you were alluring. Was it your aura? The way you carried yourself made you so damn attractive that he could not keep his hands off you. Or was it your intellect? Jinyoung is not one to open up to strangers easily, however talking to you made him feel so comfortable. Suddenly he was talking about his deepest desires and fears, only to be met with loving eyes that encouraged him to be himself. Was it the way you made him feel? Carefree, desired, loved and – happy? His frustration grew by the hour. He couldn’t afford to fall in love, he couldn’t afford to feel so deeply for a woman he barely knew.
And yet..
He tried to convince himself that it was only for the physical. He was starved for sex, for intimacy – that must be it, right?
Thoughts of your body melting into his accompanied him every night. Jinyoung loved to remember how it felt to kiss you, touch you, taste you – the memory alone left him desperate for you again. He couldn’t help but touch himself, eager to find release as his mind wandered back to that special night: the way you dug your nails into his back as he pushed himself further into you, the way you seductively moaned his name as he left wet kisses all over your body or the way you rolled back your eyes as he hit all the right spots turning both of you into a complete mess.
He sighed in frustration. It should have been about the sex, it should have been about fucking you, it should have been about using you as an escape from his tumultuous life. But it wasn’t. It was about sharing intimate conversations, it was about laughing until you were out of breath, it was about all the little similarities you shared that made him feel seen for who he was.
You shone light on a part of him that he had kept in the dark for a very long time. That hunger for love, for connection and intimacy was pushed back in his mind the minute he entered that blue-tinted skyscraper years ago. But you brought that hunger back to life and now it was eating him from the inside. Could he shake this feeling? Could he forget about you? A tristesse washed over him as he imagined erasing you from his mind making it painfully obvious that he didn’t want to. What he wanted was to be finally fed, not further starved. He was headed for another sleepless night as he tried to find an answer to the only burning question on his mind: could he afford that feast?
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-> In which your best friend sneaks into your castle and keeps you company before he goes off to war, leading to feelings being revealed.
KNIGHT!PARKJINYOUNG X PRINCESS!READER
SMUT WARNINGS: Choking, oral (both receiving), slight degradation, mentions of impregnation kink (keep it wrapped ladies and gents), unprotection sexy time, hair pulling, biting.
I will defend your honor every way I can, Y/N. In exchange, I want nothing more than you.
To you, love was something you thought you could live without.
You had been so focused on being by your mother's side as she ruled the kingdom that you hadn't even thought about searching for someone. You had only small crushes that would fizzle out faster than lighting would flash across a sky during a storm, leaving you with a cold feeling at their affection. Your mother would sometimes talk about how she was worried that you would end up alone ruling, and you would comfort her that you would find someone before then, just waiting for the one. She admittedly didn't believe you but would let it go as to not listen to your speech about being independent.
Your sister, however, wasn't so accepting of your answer.
She was always on you about marrying as you were the older one, talking about how men wouldn't wait forever for you to decide on who to marry, you always ignored her words as you found them stupid. Soon, though, after bringing it up once more at dinner, she snuck out into the town to tell one of the many popular journalists that you would be looking for a husband, the news coming back to you early in the morning as the house staff gossiped about who would come to try and get your hand in marriage. You tried to deny the rumors, but your mom and sister convinced you to seek someone for once. "Take this as an opportunity to find your soulmate, dear Y/N. If not for yourself, than for me," your mom smiled. She knew smiling at you always worked on you, clapping happily when you accepted your current fate.
You worked daily with the staff to prepare for the ball, finding yourself relaxed as you picked out a dress for the large ball.
Then felt yourself tense up again when you arrived.
The large ballroom was filled with your favorite colors and snacks with drinks, everyone turning to you as you entered with your family. The room went silent, only the orchestra playing in the background as everyone stared at you in awe. You felt almost small in everyone's gazes. You walked with your parents to the table filled with drinks as conversations resumed. You knew you weren't allowed to drink, but you were craving alcohol. Before you could try and convince your mother to let you drink, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to face a man with large sideburns and pristine white teeth. He looked much older than you, almost around your dead father's age. "May I introduce you to my son, Rain?" You turned to your mom, who nodded, giving you a "behave yourself" look behind her fan, making you put a smile on your face and follow the man into the deep sea of men, knowing it would be a long night before you could get the alcohol you wanted.
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"None of the guys tonight were any good, mother."
You sighed as you changed into your nightgown and matching robe, your mom and maid lecturing you about trying harder at the next ball. You only nodded and wished them goodnight to get them to leave your room, sighing as you leaned against the door of your room. You let your eyes close as you enjoyed the silence, then ripped them open when you heard a noise from your open window. "Hello?" you asked the moon as if it had spoken to you, walking carefully over to the window as you leaned over the stone opening to stare up at the moon as the moon's light hit you. You were about to go back into your room when you felt a hand hit your's making you jump as you looked down at the hand, then had a hand coming to stop your scream as the male figure jumped into your room.
"Jinyoung! What are you doing in my room so late?"
You asked your best friend as he doubled over in laughter, his hand coming over to cover his mouth, making you shove his shoulder.
Jinyoung was one of your closest friends and confidants, being your personal guard whenever you went anywhere. He always had been by your side no matter what, including jumping into your room late at night to check on you. He was also the man who found your dead father in the fields and alerted everyone about his death, then comforted you as you cried for days.
"I came to see the swan of the season. The moon sent me," he chuckled, you shoving him again before walking back to your bed, bouncing as you fell back onto the bed. Jinyoung followed you, kicking your toe gently as he leaned against your bedframe. He looked you over, his cheeks becoming slightly tinted when he noticed your breasts pushed together and almost not fully covered by the lace at the top of your dress. He cleared his throat, closing your robe so it covered your chest, before his eyes me yours. "So, you're really looking for a husband now?" He asked, you turning to lean on your arm as you looked at him, drawing random shapes on the sheets. He knew how you fell in love, then quickly fell out of it, dealing with the angry broken hearts who tried to harm you.
You nodded, looking up at him as he sat down next to your head, moving your head to his lap. It wasn't weird for you guys to be so physically close, being friends for so many years.
"I just hope I find someone like you, Jinyoung. A caring soul who is also funny and carefree." You looked up when he scoffed, his head turning to stare out the window as he didn't want to meet your eyes. "I am not carefree, Y/N"
"You know what I mean," you sighed, sitting up as you pushed him off your bed so you could lie down. Jinyoung chuckled as he walked over to the window, preparing to leave before he turned to look at you. He mulled over mentally asking you on a date as he had grown feelings for you over a few years, deciding against it as to not ruin your friendship. "Well, whoever you marry now has to deal with getting food for you all the time from the town," he chuckled, tossing a red bean bun onto the small table you had next to the window before carefully climbing out, leaving you to smile at him as he disappeared beyond the stone window.
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You hadn't felt your heart drop so hard since you were told that your father died.
Your heart was so low that you were sure it was about to exit your body, your hands shaking as you ask your mom to repeat what she had told you as you followed her through the large halls to the meeting chambers.
"Lord Mingi and his kingdom of ruthless pirates declared war on us."
You couldn't understand why anyone wanted to declare war on your kingdom, unable to speak properly as she pushed to doors to the large chamber, revealing the large army waiting for instructions from her. You continued to try and comprehend the situation as your mom raised a hand to silence the voices, including the ones in your head. "I'm sure you all have heard about what Mingi has declared to do to us. I shouldn't need to stay here and give instructions on what to do. Jinyoung will lead you all to the battlefield and I expect victory."
You turned to face Jinyoung, who didn't meet your eyes as he nodded, then told everyone to go outside and gather their weapons and horses. You couldn't help but stop him and grab his arm to stop him from leaving with the rest of the army, afraid that you'd lose him like you lost your father. He turned to face you, placing his free hand onto your head as he smiled at you, then gently gripped your wrist to remove your grip from him, walking away without speaking any words as he followed his army, the doors echoing shut as his back was the last thing you could see of him.
You paced your room all day and barely ate anything, all too worried about Jinyoung and the fate of the kingdom as so many things could go wrong.
You couldn't think about what life could be like without him, your eyes filling up with tears as you looked out at the orange-painted sky, the sun slowly descending, leaving you with the moon and the stars that seemed to shine a bit brighter that night.
You had walked all day that by nightfall, you could only lay down on your bed as you let your tears silently fall down your face. You realized that you couldn't live without Jinyoung. It reminded you of how your parents looked at one another. Your mom was so sure that she would pass before your father but crumbled when his death graced her ears. Your mom told you that it was a sign of love; their permanent absence can bring you to your knees and to tears, even if you believe you are the strongest being in the land. You had only come to terms that you loved him an hour ago and now you could lose the only man you ever truly loved the same day.
You thought about all the times he came to see you, how you both would hide your tinted cheeks and star-filled eyes. How he would sneak you out to the gardens and dance with you all night long if you wanted and would sing to you or tell you stories. You loved him.
You had no idea what time it was, nor how much time had passed when you were startled awake by a hand gripping the top of your window, covered in blood as their veins popped. You quickly sat up, reaching over to the side of your bed where you had your sword Jinyoung had insisted that you kept for protection, teaching you how to use it if he was unable to get to you. Before you could stand up, you heard Jinyoung's familiar groan, dropping the sword as you rushed to the window, helping him inside, his body resting against yours as you helped him to your bathroom. You placed him on the floor next to the sink, quickly panicking as you noticed the amount of blood that was on his body and clothes, along with the noticeable rips in his uniform. You took a cloth and wiped his face, listening quietly to his quiet groans of pain, his eyes closed as he let you wipe his face. You took your time to admire his face as you had it so up close and so relaxed, taking note of the cut on his puffy lips and a past scar on his jaw. You didn't realize that you had stopped cleaning him up until he opened his eyes, staring into yours as he tried to sit up. You rushed to help him, Jinyoung telling you to give him a moment as he carefully stood up, leaning against the wall as he looked at you. His hair had fallen to cover his eyes, your fingers gently moving it as he only stared at you, Jinyoung then catching your wrist as he placed a kiss onto it.
You both said nothing else, the kiss charging both of you as he pulled you into a kiss, your lips moving messily against one another as he let go of your wrist, moving to grip your hips as your hands moved into his hair. He wasted no time pushing his tongue into your mouth, moaning softly against your lips as his hands squeezed your hips. He pulled back so you could both catch your breath, your breaths hitting one another as you both stared at each other, Jinyoung's hand moving up your body carefully, pulling up your nightgown as he does, his eyes moving to your hip. He leaned down to kiss it, biting the skin around your underwear, taking his time as he kissed around your hip, moving closer to your ass making you sigh as your hand moved into his hair. He gently wrapped his arms around you, picking you up before carefully placing you onto the bed as your lips connected again, his hands slowly pushing up your nightgown again as his lips moved to your neck, his hands now massaging your bra-covered breasts. You chose to speak the first words since he returned to you, gasping as you felt his teeth bite onto your skin. "Jinyoug, I love you." You confessed, his movements not stopping as he looked up at you, his hands still massaging your breasts. "You mean it?" he asked, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and love, giving you the confidence to nod. He nodded, looking down at your breasts as you removed your bra, moaning as you felt his hands make contact with your hot skin. He bent down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, making you arch your back as Jinyoung slipped his hand behind you, grabbing your ass as he massaged it. "You tortured me so long, Y/N," He mumbled around your nipple, his eyes meeting yours as he bit down on it gently, making you whine as he licked it to soothe it before switching to the other one, kissing and biting along the valley of your breasts before his lips wrapped around your nipple. His free hand that was on your ass moved to the front of you, chuckling as his finger gathered wetness as he moved it up and down your slit. "You're so wet for me, love. I bet you wanted this so badly, hmm?" You nodded at his voice, your eyes shut as you enjoyed the pleasure, your eyes then popping open when you felt his hand connect with your clit, slapping your clit as his finger then soothed it as he sat up to stare into your eyes, smirking. "Words. Say it to me," his eyes drilled into yours. You wanted to look away from his gaze, his free hand coming up to quickly grip your jaw as his finger moved faster against you, making you whine. "I want you, Jinyoug. I've wanted you for so long."
Jinyoung chuckled, keeping your eyes meeting his as he pushed his finger into you, biting his bottom lip at the sound of your moans as he moved his finger faster. He watched you as he moved, watching your body move around the bed as you tried to move away from his finger, yet grip his forearm so he didn't stop. You wanted more, though. You waited so long for him that you wanted all of him.
"More Jinyoung, please" you whined, Jinyoung raising an eyebrow as he slowed his finger down, placing his free hand on the bed next to your head as he leaned down to you. "More?" he asked, his voice laced with fake confusion as he added another finger into you, making you gasp as he moved his finger faster. He kissed and bit around your neck, groaning as he felt his pants tighten at the sounds you and your pussy was making. He moved his fingers for a bit longer, ripping off your underwear as he climbed onto the bed, laying down on his stomach before he placed your legs onto his shoulders, diving into you. "So sweet my baby. So wet for me, huh? You're so tasty just for me," he groaned, making you grab the sheets as he pulled you closer to his lips and tongue, not giving you a chance to move away. You gripped his hair as you moved your hips against his face, Jinyoung murmuring filthy things against you as he licked you. Right before you could cum, he pulled back, leaning back on his legs as he ripped off his shirt, your eyes staring at his toned body and abs. You felt a rush of energy as you sat up and crawled over to him, your hand running down his abs as he kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. You let your hand move into his pants, gripping his dick as it twitched in his underwear. You watched as he pulled back from the kiss, tossing his head back as his hips moved to meet your hands, his tongue moving to lick his bottom lip. You took it as a sign to help take him out of his underwear and pants, leaning down to lick and suck his tip, the precome being salty and sweet.
"Look at you, so eager to suck my dick." He moaned, pushing your head down more as his hips move slowly, giving you time to adjust to his cock moving down your throat. You looked up at him, winning as his hand moved into your hair, Jinyoung shushing you as he pulled his cock out of your mouth. "Stop being such a whore for it. You'll get more in a second."
You had never heard Jinyoung speak to you like that, your thighs closing against one another as you moaned, watching as he got off the bed to remove his pants and underwear, then removed the rest of the nightgown, tossing it with his clothes before climbing back onto the bed.
"Are you going to be good for me while I fuck you?" he asked, rubbing his cock up and down to gather your wetness as his eyes bore into yours. You realized that he was giving you a way out just in case you didn't want to go farther, your heartwarming at the gesture. You nodded, your hands moving into his hair as you bit your lip. He nodded, pushing into you then placing his hands onto the pillows next to your head, capturing you in a soft kiss as he fully pushed in. You both moaned into the kiss as he waited to move, his lips moving to your neck as he began to move, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he rolled his hips to meet yours.
He looked up to your eyes as he moved his hips faster, groaning as he felt you tighten around him and your nails dig into his shoulders. "You feel so good, Jinyoung. Faster, please" you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist as he began to move his hips harder. Jinyoung sat up as his hips moved faster, his hand moving around your throat as he watched you. "Are you gonna cum, baby? I'm gonna cum too" he whined, leaning down to kiss you deeply, swallowing your whines as you tightened around him. You couldn't make words as you felt his hands tighten around your throat, giving you a heightened feeling as you came, moaning his name loudly. You looked up at Jinyoung as he moved his hands to grip your hips, moving faster as his eyebrows furrowed together, staring at where you both met. "Gonna fill you up so good baby girl. Gonna give you a fucking baby" he seemed to just be talking to himself as he came closer to his orgasm, gasping as his eyes connected with yours as he pulled you close to him as he came, his hips halting against yours. You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up, shuddering as he kissed along your shoulder. "I love you too, Y/N" He whispered against your ear, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he let his hands move around your body.
You leaned back against the pillows as he pulled out and went to go grab a cloth to clean each other, coming back to wipe your thighs and his softening dick before laying down next to you, holding you close as he kissed you softly. "I was so worried that you wouldn't come back, Jinyoung" you whispered, your lover nodded as his hands ran through your hair. "You were all I thought about while I fought. I wanted to tell you how much I loved you but I didn't know if you felt the same." He whispered, pulling you closer as he kissed you softly, his hands coming to cup your cheek. You felt the familiar butterflies in your stomach he sometimes gave you, making you move to kiss him more, Jinyoung chuckling against your lips.
"Hey Jinyoung?" You asked, your lover humming as his lips moved down your neck to your collarbone, his hands moving down your body. "How soon can you go again?"
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"Very nice to meet you, Sir Lay."
You bowed as you waved away another suitor, sighing as you turned to face your mom, who only shrugged. You had spent a good half of the ball just interacting with more suitors, wanting nothing more than return to your bedroom and sleep. If anything, your sister was more interested in the guys than you were.
"Excuse me?"
You turned to face Jinyoung, who smiled at you as he nodded to your mom. He held out a corsage to you, your eyes lighting up as he offered you his hand, tilting his head to the dance floor. Many men eyed him with annoyance as he was the first man who you looked to have your full attention. "May I have this dance, Y/N?"
You turned to your mom, who nodded with a smile, letting you grip his hand as he led you to the floor, kissing her hand. "You look gorgeous, my love. Keep your eyes on me."
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dirtykpopsnaps · 6 months
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Here’s the request for Jinyoung!
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star-suh · 4 months
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Park Jinyoung
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straight as a line
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venerex · 1 year
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gentleman
pairing: jinyoung x gn!reader
word count: 500
contains: vague descriptions of sex, reader being sore
a/n: had this idea while talking to @smileysuh long time ago. not.....entirely sure what happened here.
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"oh, what a gentleman"
the lady behind the counter gushes and you freeze for a moment before giving her a sweet smile, hoping your face looks somewhat bashful.
it's an old tradition, getting brunch on sundays with jinyoung, from the quaint cafe near your house. you're on first-name basis with the owner, and she makes sure to reserve your favorite corner seat for you and your boyfriend -- the seat he pointed to while offering to wait alone for the food, asking you to take a seat.
truly, the nice old lady who owns this cafe has no way of knowing why jinyoung made the offer. but he knows, and it reflects in the way he takes your hand and presses his lips to your wrist, giving her a sweet smile in response to her comment. you know him well enough to see the shadow of a smirk on his face, and the devious glint in his eyes when he looks at you.
the same glint he had last night, when he promised to fuck you until you couldn't walk, when his fingers held your jaw to force you to look at him as he drove you to yet another high.
outside the bedroom, jinyoung is the perfect gentleman -- handing you your morning coffee with a kiss, offering to stand in front of cafe counters to wait for food, fixing your scarf with a gentle smile. and it is sweet, even if all of those actions remind you of how he likes to take his time taking you apart in your bed -- how he smirks while pushing your coffee towards you because he knows you need it after he kept you up late at night, how he knows you're sore so you'd be better off sitting on your favorite seat, and how the fabric of your scarf covers the many hickeys he left on your skin.
you shake your head in response to his offer, wrapping your arms around him and snuggling close -- well, as close as is appropriate given the proper setting. the owner almost coos, and jinyoung wraps an arm around your waist, dropping a kiss on your head.
"is it bad?", he asks when the owner is out of earshot, fetching platters of food. you hear the questions he isn't asking out loud: did i go too hard? are you hurt because of me?
and no, it's not too bad. not worse than you'd like it to be. jinyoung has always made sure you're comfortable, even during the filthiest nights you've spent together. doesn't mean he doesn't doubt himself.
"no, i'm good", you murmur, leaning to kiss him, "just hungry".
the food arrives then, and he picks up both plates, swatting away your hands when you try to help.
jinyoung isn't a gentleman in the bedroom, not like he is everywhere else. and you'd be lying if you said you'd have it any other way.
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Tear You Apart | Ch.3
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Pairing:  GOT7 x OC
Genre: Demon/Mafia AU, Romance, Smut
Rating: M
Summary: Jaebeom and Yugyeom are "running an errand" when the most delectable scent that he ever smelled hit Yugyeom like a ton of bricks. Yugyeom stops JayB and soon he smells it. They look across the street and see the her. They stalk her for awhile and finally get the chance to manufacture a meet with her.
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Despite their busy and immortal lives, the boys try to have dinner together as often as possible. Gathering around the large oak table in their dining room, they share laughs and stories of the day. Relaxing and unwinding as a family.
"So, maknaes," Jaebeom starts. "I hear you had to provide some backup on Canal. How did that go?"
"We went to see Selah. I'm so sorry," Youngjae immediately folds and bows his head, hoping to be spared.
Bam sucks his teeth. "Youngjae, what the fuck man?"
"You did what?" Jaebeom asks calmly. Too calm.
The sound of silverware hitting plates echoed in the now quiet room.
"Aw shit, boys, why did you do that?" Mark asks.
"We only wanted to see her." Yugyeom adds with a pout. "We didn't even talk to her." He says leaning towards Youngjae.
Jinyoung must've caught that because he immediately followed up. "Bam. What about you?"
"Whatever. I talked to her. And I got her number."
All the older brothers sigh. Jaebeom continues to look. His chin starts to protrude.
"Son, why did you do that when we have her number?" Mark asked.
"I'm sorry, were we going to start texting her and tell her we looked up everything about her beforehand?" He laid it out. "I'm playing the boyfriend game." He leans back, looking proud of himself.
Jaebeom was pissed, but he was trying not to show it. He had a plan, and this... He stands, pushing his chair back to leave. "I'm going out."
"Either you've messed up so badly that he needs to go prepare to send you back or..." Jackson pauses. "Actually, I don't know what else he could be doing. Nice knowing you, Bam. I'll see you in 50 years."
Jinyoung chimes in with a disapproving tone, "You do know Jackson went to meet her as well? What will she think? We're meant to be playing this smart, and you've gone and added another complication to the situation. Yeah, Jaebeom should send you back."
"I fucked up, huh?" Bam says, hanging his head.
Mark, though known for his temper, is actually quite gentle with his brothers. Particularly the younger ones, and tries to comfort them. "Did you fuck up? Yes. But it will be okay. JB won't send you back."
"He might strangle you, though." Jackson says he is taking a bite of his food.
Mark gives him a 'stop that' look.
"What? Bammie, I invited Selah to the club. How do we explain to her that out of pure coincidence, she met both of us on the same day and that we know each other? You might have to miss the opening."
Bam lets out a puff of air ready to protest.
"That's actually not a bad idea." Jinyoung says. "You three will not be at the opening."
The younger ones begin to protest. Jinyoung holds his hand up and says, "Save it. This is perfect. Perhaps Jaebeom won't murder you if we can salvage this."
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The weekend arrives, and everybody is a bundle of nerves. After adjusting plans, the boys feel like they're actually in a better place. Feeling that perhaps it would be easier to introduce her to four of them versus all seven.
The maknaes are on warehouse duty for the night, and they couldn't have been more sour about it.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into going with you. Now look at me." Youngjae pouts, looking into the distance.
Bam rolls his eyes and says, "Well, you hardly put up a fight at a gentle suggestion."
Yugyeom chuckles a bit. "You did come along pretty easily. We should just be happy we didn't get banished."
"Valid point. But I want to meet her now." Youngjae says.
Yugy juts his lip out, "Me too."
"Yeah she's great. Glad I talked to her when I did." Bam says proudly.
The other two side eye him.
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Selah arrives at the club accompanied by her friend Brianca. She's feeling good about how she looks. The little black dress she has on is her favorite among the many in her closet. The tiny straps sit upon her glittering shoulders. The bodice fits tight on her chest with a side split that causes the material to lay nicely over her ass. Matched with a flattering pair of heels that elongate her legs and strap around her ankles is giving her a confidence boost. Not to mention, she smelled amazing.
She's hoping to see Jackson. Bam hasn't texted her. Which made her a bit sad, as she was hoping he would. But she figured she would at least have a good time, get her mind off the week, and look good if for nobody but herself
"Girl, this club is nice!" Brianca says to Selah. "And you said he's the owner?"
"That's what he said. So I'm not sure I'll easily bump into him." Selah responds by surveying the area.
"Let's get a drink!" Brianca suggests.
At the bar, Brianca has already been approached by a couple of guys and is chatting one up. She has a very inviting aura, so it's no surprise she's already deep in conversations.
At one point she leans over to Selah, "omg girl. This is that guy I told you about. That I went out with a couple of weeks ago." "The one with the.." Selah wiggles her brows. 
"Yes him." Brianca exclaims trying not to let him hear.
Selah chuckles, "well it looks like you're in for a wild night."
"Here's hoping." Brianca cheers with her friend and turns back to her presumed date for the evening.
As Selah is enjoying her cocktail, she feels a gentle touch on her shoulder that sends shivers throughout her body. Looking to her left, she sees Jackson. Managing her reaction, she doesn't smile too hard. "Jackson, hi."
"Selah, you made it." He's grinning from ear to ear. He takes a second to look her up and down. Without realizing it, he's licking his lips. "You look amazing."
This causes her to blush hard and look away briefly. "Thank you. You look great yourself, and your club is amazing."
"Thank you. I spotted you and wanted to be sure I had a chance to speak while things were going smoothly."
He needed to get her away from her friend and up to the private room. He can tell she cares about her and won't want to leave her alone or unsafe. But it appears luck was on his side.
"Brianca." Selah is turning to get her friend's attention to introduce her to Jackson. "This is Ja-."
But she's being lead to the dance floor by the guy she was chatting with. She looks back and smiles big at her friend. Quickly surveying the guy next to Selah she gives her a 'go get em' look.
"Well I was going to introduce you but nevermind I guess." She laughs.
Jackson sighs internally with relief, "No worries, we can meet later. She looks like a good time."
"Oh she's a blast in a glass. She'll be entertained for hours."
"In that case, would you like me to show you around?" Jackson asks as he holds his hand out for her.
"Sure. I'd like that, we sort of b-lined to the music, so I haven't seen the rest."
He leads her through the crowd and back toward the foyer. The place is actually quite large with a few different areas. One being the bigger bar and dance floor area they just left. Jackson shows her around the bottom floor. Even showing her a few behind the scene places before leading her into a lounge area. It's decorated in gold, with soft lighting and slow music, this makes for a nice area to chat.
"One of my brothers designed this room. He thought it would be a good idea to add an area that was much less chaotic than the traditional club atmosphere." Jackson explained.
"Oh you have a brother?" Selah asks.
"Yes, six actually." He leads her to the bar to order himself a drink. "Would you like anything?"
"Whatever you're having. Unless it's vodka." She makes a disgusting face.
Jackson chuckles and signals to the bartender, "please send over two glasses of Hennessy and ice. Thanks T."
"You got it boss." The bartender responds.
Jackson turns his attention to Selah, "Come, let's have a seat."
Settling in, Jackson takes this time to get a really good look at her. She's perfect. They begin a back and forth conversation that flows with ease. He asks her questions about herself that he already knows the answers to, but he loves hearing her talk, so this isn't a problem.
She asks about his business endeavors and he explains to her how he owns this a few other nightclubs. He mentions the corporation that his family runs, not the illegal things, obviously.
"So you have 6 brothers. That had to be hectic growing up." Selah comments.
"You could say that again. We're not exactly blood brothers, more very close friends, but we're brothers in just about every other way. We sort of came together at different times but we've been together ever since." She's listening intently. Jackson hasn't even used his gifts to any degree and she's already hooked on his every word. "Three of them are here now. I was hoping to introduce you actually. They've been dying to meet you."
"Oh, you've told them about me?" She's shocked, they only met briefly. "And you want me to meet them?"
He smiles and grabs her hand, gently caressing it. "Of course, we tell each other everything. So when I met a gorgeous woman, I told them immediately."
She was a bit hesitant but the moment Jackson touches her, she gets those same shivers. Being near Jackson, she finds herself alot more willing to go along with just about anything he says. Especially when he touches her.
She blushes, "Okay, sure."
He beams at her, "You're going to love them."
"I should text my friend and let her know."
This irritates Jackson. But he hides his displeasure. "Sure, no problem. "
He needs her alone and he didn't want to manipulate her to do it but this is becoming tedious. How do normal people live like this.
"Oh, she actually messaged to say she left with that guy. I must've missed it. I guess i'm all yours." Selah explains.
"Perfect." Jackson stands and extends his hand to help her up.
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Leading her out of the lounge and through the club to the stairs, Selah feels lightheaded. She feels as if she's walking to another world. The decor is also darker upstairs. The walls are a blood red velvet with black damask patterning. The lighting is low and the music from downstairs is faded and becomes more faint the deeper they walk.
"Continuing the tour," Jackson starts. "This top floor has a few private rooms that special guests can use, as well as the offices."
He stops at a door at the end of the hall and on the other side, Selah knows deep down, everything will change once she steps in. Jackson opens the door and gestures for her to enter.
The room is spacious, continuing the same dark motif, but the colors are a darker green and black with gold accents. There's a full-sized bar and and lounge area with a large window across the way for a view of the entire dance floor from above. 
And scattered about the room are three of the finest men Selah has ever seen, apart from Jackson. It nearly takes her breath away. They are dressed in finely tailored suits, like Jackson, and they have this something about them she can't quite put her finger on. Maybe this was a mistake. She thinks.
Jackson places his hand on the small of her back and moves her further into the room, "Selah, these are three of my brothers." He points to one at the bar with a short haircut and a dazzling smile that warms her heart. "This is Mark, the oldest."
"Hello gorgeous, lovely to meet you." He finishes making his drink and comes to settle in a chair next to the couch.
"And this absolute cutie..." pointing to other one with a short haircut. His lips grab her attention and she can't help but stare at them. He chuckles slightly and bites his bottom lip. She had to stop her knees from giving out. Did he do that on purpose. "...is Jinyoung."
He rolls his eyes, "Could you not introduce me that way." He gives her a smile staring directly in her eyes making her melt.
"Why? Is he not adorable Selah?" Jackson turns to ask her. She blushes from being put on the spot. Jackson laughs. "And lastly but certainly not least, this is Jaebeom. He is our leader."
Calling this man gorgeous would be an understatement. With longer hair styled perfectly sitting across his neck. Selah couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to run her fingers through it. She's cursing herself for how hard she is crushing on her crush's brothers.
He nods her direction. "Nice to meet you Selah, you can call me Jay B."
Her head swims. "Nice to meet you all"
"Come let's sit." Jackson moves them to a loveseat next to Jaebeom and across from Mark. Jinyoung has his eyes trained on her.
All four of them are drawing her in, with their confidence and captivating aura. But just beyond that is something tugging at her, whispering danger. She's watching herself wade further into the waters. What is happening...
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