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:: GOT ME CRAZY (IN LOVE) :: PT2
Jaebeom was one of the newest inmates in the Seoul Prison, and with all of the new inmates, he had to go through psych evaluation… you just so happened to be the one doing it. Will you find the truth on why he was really there or will be one of his newest victims?
Story Warnings: blood, violence, mentions of murder, slight mentions of sexual harassment, mentions of self-harm
Smut Warnings: choking, degradation, oral (male/female receiving), unprotected sex (keep it safe people)
Chapter 2: Exploration
You returned the next few months every other day. You two had become so close that he admitted that you coming was the highlight of his week. The small confession made you smile and blush. He had also gotten to the point where he was so comfortable that he offered information, rather than you having to pull it out of him. He hadn't mentioned why he committed the murder, only things surrounding his life; his parents, his cats, his friends.
He seemed like such a normal guy, but the image of him being so normal left you every day when a guard came in and rushed him out to put him in his cell for "everyone's safety." Everyone acted like he was this big serial killer but to you, he was just this man who liked cats and sang while he painted.
You did the same thing you always did when it came to appointments; come in, flick off the flirty guard, meet with Jaebeom for an hour, then leave. This would be the third month of meeting him. You actually had ended up looking forward to it, like meeting a friend for coffee or tea. As usual, you entered your office and placed the tazer into your desk to not alarm him, then rang the guard so he could be let in. Within a few moments, he would come in, sitting in the same uncomfortable chair with a smile as the guard would look at him like he was insane. Before you could say anything, he placed a small origami cat, a proud smile on his face. "I made it for you. I mentioned last session that I was working on my origami skills and thought you may like to see my progress," You smiled, picking up the cat and examing it closely. You were happy that he was comfortable enough to give you gifts, but knew that if the guards or your supervisor saw it, they'd both be in trouble. You placed it back down before offering him some praise, his eyes lighting up with your appreciation before he leaned back into his chair, manspreading as he usually did.
You guys talked more through the hour session, talking about his recent activities, his new cell roommate named Jackson who was the happiest guy he had seen in a while, among other things; how lonely he felt because he wasn't allowed to eat with other people still and was always chained up heavily.
You were writing down what he was saying when you heard him stop talking, your eyes moving up to meet his. "Why does the prison keep me in such a high-security area? Am I a monster or something?''
You could feel his heartbreak, his fingers fiddling with the chains that weighed down on his hands and now his heart. You also wondered why, getting up subconsciously to comfort the man, leaning down to hug him. He must've been surprised because he stiffened before relaxing, his arms hesitatingly wrapping around your waist as he returned the affection. That was the first time you had realized you were gaining feelings for him.
Once he left you once more, you met with your supervisor. You had some questions about your other patients but his first question was about Jaebeom. "Has he cracked, yet? I need some sort of explanation because his whole good guy, quiet guy act is bothering me." You stared at your supervisor in disbelief, watching as he made you both some coffee. You didn't know what he meant when he said that, but didn't have time to think about it when the lights over the office came on, red filling the room to show that there was a fight. Your eyes widened as you heard a guard yell at Jaebeom to move, you rushing out to see what happened despite your supervisor's words. You ran as fast as you could with your heels on, following the loud yells from the prisoners gathering and the guards yelling. You were about to turn a corner when you felt a hand clasp over your mouth, pulling you into an empty hallway.
You tried flailing against the man's touch, mad that you hadn't listed to your overprotective father and didn't take your pocket knife and pepper spray with you.
"Y/N! Stop, it's me!''
You stopped struggling against Jaebeom, who was not in the mob of prisoners or in the fight. He was instead in the empty hallway with you, holding you so your back was against his chest. You cleared your throat, looking up at him before moving away from him, your hands hurriedly fixing your outfit as he chuckled. You could've smacked him if you didn't find him so attractive, asking him what he was doing. He shrugged, moving so he was out of the window's view. "I saw you running out and got worried you would get hurt so I thought to hide you in here so you didn't get hurt," He admitted, rubbing his neck. You were shocked to see how he was acting, not understanding why he did it. He must've noticed how you were confused, so he pulled you so you were once again flush against his chest, looking down at you with his dark eyes. You'd never admit it to him, but under the red light of the alarm, he looked like a sin. His adam apple bobbed as his hand moved up from your wrist to your shoulder, then slowly down to your waist, as if he was trying to see how far he could go before you shove him. You gulped, letting his hand move, much to his delight. He leans down, his breath carefully hitting against your lips. You understood what he was hinting at, giving into the drunken feeling as you both connected your lips, your brain immediately becoming fuzzy as your lips molded well with his. He smirked into the kiss, picking you up before pinning you against the wall, his lips burning as he moved down to your neck, licking a long stripe to your collarbone before he returned his lips to your skin. You were no stranger to kisses and foreplay before sex, but he was making you feel so light-headed and you couldn't focus. Just as fast as the moment had started, you felt your legs unwrap from around you and return to the ground, then lips and heat leave your body. You opened your eyes, scanning the room for Jaebeom, only to see the double doors open, one of the guards question if you were OK or hurt due to your ''shruvled up and exhausted '' looking appearance. You couldn't find the words to give an excuse, only trying to think about where he went
and when could you get another taste.
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DRABBLE FOR LIM JAEBEOM:
(NSFW below this, minors please do not interact, this is 18+ content)
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Sex can be all different things.
It can be bad, it can be good. It can be goofy or it can be serious. Sometimes sex is a way to express certain emotions. Comfort, love, anger, hate and sometimes, it’s just a carnal expression of lust that is so undeniable that it hits you in the not greatest moments.
Like now.
He’s supposed to be at dance practice, in fact, he was supposed to be at dance practice twenty minutes ago. You drove him here for practice, not for a quickie on your car.
As he was peeling your sweatpants down and smothering your hips with kisses, you reminded him of his schedule. He brushed you off, muttering a quiet “shh baby, lemme’ get these offa’ you” and if he wasn’t concerned, you weren’t going to be either.
“Fuck,” he hisses, grappling his sweat slicked palms over your thighs to squeeze him tighter, “you’re so wet baby, god, your gonna’ make me come.”
You grin at him, shifting your own palms behind you for more purchase against the trunk of the car, making sure to stick your chest out that little bit further. He’s got this furrow to his brow as he grunts with every push into your sopping cunt, his mind lost to how good you look letting him fuck you like this.
He’s got his eyes glued to your tits, your shirts collar tucked under the swell of them and the harsh, led lights of the garage parking is making his saliva on your nipples seem glossy and makes your stiffened flesh shine like diamonds.
You would later smack his shoulder and glare at him when he would inevitably bring up how you let him fuck you in the parking lot of the studio the band was using for rehearsals where anyone could walk in, tits out and moans echoing in the cement building like some sort of cheap whore but just like your concern for his punctuality, it’s the last thing on your mind.
The only thing your thinking about right now, other than how sexy it is when he whimpers out your name, is how it never ceases to amaze you how he can go from one mood to another, switching from a sleepy passenger in your car as you drove him to his early practice, moaning and bitching about agreeing to such a early start time to sucking on your nipples and fingering you against your car in such a short span of time.
You don’t know what changed, what you did to suddenly make him think “hey, let’s get my dick wet before two hours of gruelling physical exercise” or what emotion you’d pin this on but you’re just happy to let him make you come, even if you were getting a little cold.
“Rub my clit,” you pant, shooting a hand up to grip at his shoulder when he angles himself to lean over you more, tossing your head back as you feel the heat of an orgasm spreading in the base of your spine, “make me come Beommie.”
He follows your instructions like the obedient partner he is, letting one of your thighs go to press a thumb above where he’s currently cleaving your open, using some of the slick on your thighs that could be arousal or saliva to give you what you want.
You shudder and plant your heels on the lip of the bumper, pulling him down closer and arching yourself up, “Just like that-fuck, fuck- don’t stop angel, good god-“
You come first, your whole body bending and jerking when he gets as deep as he can, his thumb cemented to your clit as your hips shake and flex under his. Your skin feels like it’s actually vibrating and you can feel how hard you’re clenching down on him, desperate to get him deeper and deeper even though you know he can’t.
“That’s it pretty girl, love it when you come on me,” he groans, slamming into you harder and harder, shivering when he hears the noises your cunts making around his dick, “you want me to come in you, huh? You want it?”
You nod your head, mouth slack and getting pushed into near ecstasy as he overstimulates beyond belief, not wanting it to end but knowing if he keeps going, you’re not making the drive home.
“I want it,” you whimper, making sure to wobble your bottom lip when he looks to your face, his tongue peeking out to lick his own lips at the sight of your blown out eyes and swollen lips, “I want you to come in me, please? I need your come Beom, I need it.”
“You’ve been such a good girl,” he nods, hips losing rhythm and almost talking to himself more than you, “my good girl, my pretty girl. Wanna’ fill you up, keep you happy and dripping with me.”
He’s coming before he even gets out “dripping”, whether he knows it or not. You know him too well, know how his face screws up just before he comes every time and how much of a sucker he is for raw dogging you in private, yet open spaces to stake a metaphorical claim on you for all the world to see even though no one ever does.
He pulls you into him, hand on your waist yanking you forward involuntarily until your wrap your arms around his shoulders and to let him shake and shiver against you. He’s humping and rutting into you now that your closer, cursing and moaning and whimpering into your neck as he pumps his come into you.
He gets so desperate to get as deep and as close as he can to and into you that it’s near godesque worship in your eyes. He’s so eager to please you, to have you be his “good girl” and keep you satisfied that even though his fresh from an orgasm, head muddled and hot, his thumb hasn’t left your clit and he’s still trying to reach as deep as he can, knowing you like the closeness and liking it himself, just as much.
“Fuck, you’re irresistible,” he mutters, nosing below your ear and laughing gently, moving his hand away from your pussy when you squirm at the overstimulation, “like you were put on this earth just to tempt me.”
“Please,” you laugh, squeezing him close and laying your head on his shoulder, “all I did was drive you here, you’re the one giving in to these non-existent temptations. I’m just living my life.”
“It’s cause I love you,” he mutters near petulantly, pulling away to show you his pout and messy hair, “and you look pretty when you’re doin’ stuff for me. Was too tired to drive.”
“So this was a thank you?” you laugh again, pressing a quick kiss to the crest of his lips when he pouts harder, “You fucked me on the trunk of my car, in the middle of a parking lot where anyone could see us, cause you’re thankful you didn’t have to drive?”
“Yeah,” he pouts, “but also cause I love you.”
You smile at him, eyes taking in the flush to his cheeks and the warm glow of his honey tinted eyes under the bright lights and rolling your eyes at him playfully. He’s an idiot, but he’s your idiot.
You didn’t need a thank you, driving him to work is just something you do once in a while when he has to leave early. You’re a morning person, awake even on your days off at six in the morning and doing something. He’s a night owl, waking up and being all around groggy any earlier than ten is expected and natural, driving him made you feel safer than letting him operate heavy machinery after almost walking into the bathroom door cause he couldn’t open his eyes this morning.
You don’t like to use sex as a thank you, makes something in your gut churn a little sour but you know he likes too. He likes to press kiss after kiss to your face when you pick him up from the studio, he never fails to cling to you all night after you feed the cats for him when he’s busy. He buys you flowers and does your laundry for you when you schedule doctors appointments or do the groceries for him, even when it’s his week to do so, and you guess having him fuck you until you see stars for giving him a lift is just too on brand for him for you to be a little twisted about it.
“Next time, just buy me a coffee and a kiss.”
“Coffee doesn’t mean I get to come in you though.”
A thankful, loveable idiot.
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GOT7 Scenarios - Such A Tease ~ Mark Tuan
Post Date: 26th May 2022
Content: Fluff/ Smut - Mark Tuan x Reader
WC: 1341
TW?: Soft!Dom/ Praise kink/ Fingering/ Little bit of food play (just a little bit~)/
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“Markie-poo~” Jackson calls, peeping his head around the door, with his cheeky, mischevious grin across his face, as you and Mark look at each other, rolling your eyes before he answers him. “Yes, Jackson,” he says softly, arm around you as he pulls you into a cuddle, making it look like he’s really busy, showing you affection. His best friend walks into the room, arms behind his back, obviously hiding something. “Guess what I have?” he sings in a high tone, almost giggling as you both look at him confused, adding to his amusement.
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GOT7 for W Korea June 2022. Photographed by Kim Cham
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GOT7 for W Korea June 2022. Photographed by Kim Cham
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