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↳ 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠

𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺，𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴．𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨．𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘭． 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥，𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 (𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦).

↳ 𝙅𝙖𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙢

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬， 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶，𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵． 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴， 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯．𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 “𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙，𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝐼“ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵．𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶， 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨？

⇥ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯?

⇤ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯?

⇥ 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴

⇥ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯?

⇥ 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵?

⇤ ??

↳ 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦， 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶．𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 （𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘰， 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦， 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘤）𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮？𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴．𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘴？𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨？“𝑌／𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤“ 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴．

↳ 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜

𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴．𝘉𝘰𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨，𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦，𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵／𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦．𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴，𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯．

↳ 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙟𝙖𝙚

*𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧* 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯？𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦．𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴，𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘴 （𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥），𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴，𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘥，𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬．𝘏𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦，𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴， 𝘵𝘦𝘢，𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 （𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺）𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴．𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵，𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵．𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥，𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴，𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 （𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘺𝘬）．

↳ 𝘽𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙢

𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝙝𝙞𝙢，𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥，𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥．𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 ��𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦．𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯？𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵？𝘯𝘰，𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴．𝘯𝘰－．𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥．𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨，𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵？𝘈𝘮𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵！（𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨）

↳ 𝙔𝙪𝙜𝙮𝙚𝙤𝙢

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬，𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵， 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰．𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 “𝑌𝑢𝑔𝑖 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑠？𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑥?“ 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦．

— 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘹𝘰

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

#got7 mark #got7 jaebum #got7 jb #got7 jackson #got7 jinyoung #got7 youngjae #got7 bambam #got7 yugyeom #got7 #got7 jaebeom #got7 jayb #got7 boyfriend #got7 fluff

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ahgasemania · 2 years ago

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Boyfriend Material

#kpop #got7 #got7edit #got7daily #youngjae #got7creators #kidol #got7 youngjae #choi youngjae #cyj #boyfriend #boyfriend material

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lomlhwa · 7 months ago

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backstage prep (c.s)

pairing: bf!san x gf!reader

preview: san has a little too much of the wrong energy building up before his concert. luckily, you're just relaxing backstage when he needs you.

tags/warnings: fem reader, established relationship, oral (m. receving), cum eating, pet names (baby, angel), dressing room sex, san is so desperate, hair pulling, monster cock san, praise, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), san doesn't get to cum a second time :(, no aftercare (i'm sorry)

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 654

song recs for this fic: you calling my name by got7

a/n:guys i'm sorry i keep writing san fics he's just so hfjwiuebrkcwnj

“t-minus half an hour everyone!” ateez’s manager calls out. another stop on their tour and san was full of jitters. he sat uncomfortably in his makeup artist’s chair. his pants just felt too tight. he pulled relentlessly at the tight leather.

“would you like to take a break, san?” his makeup artist finally said. he was practically panting in his seat. he nodded, shooting up out of the chair. he needed to fuck and he needed it now. he knew you, his lovely and fuckable girlfriend, were here somewhere.

he scoured the backstage area for you, finally finding you relaxed on a couch. you looked up from your phone and smiled at your boyfriend who had suddenly appeared in front of you. “come with me,” san says in a demanding tone. he holds out his hand and you grasp it.

he leads you to his dressing room, closing and locking the door swiftly. “sannie, what’s wrong?” you ask, worry filling your tone. “on your knees.” he responds, turning to you while undoing his belt. his dark tone of voice has you collapsing to the exact position he wants you in. “i need your mouth, baby. please.” he sounds so desperate so how could you deny him?

you wrap one hand around the base of his leaking cock and grasp his thigh with your other hand. you give his tip kitten licks, looking up at him as he throws his head back against the wall. he allows one of his hands to tangle in your hair as you take him down your throat. he whimpers your name as you do your best to get him off without choking. you dig your nails into the strong muscle of his thigh as you take him past your gag reflex.

his grip on your hair tightens as his orgasm approaches quickly. he tugs your head back and forth to force you into the pace he needs. you allow him to use your throat until he’s whimpering and moaning at every movement. “fuck, baby. your mouth is so fucking good. i’m gonna cum down your throat, angel.” he praises you right before shooting his load straight down your throat. he pulls out of your mouth and you do your best to swallow his release.

just as you’re about to get up, san flips you around so you’re on all fours. “san you don’t have to-” he shushes you as he practically rips your pants off you. he pulls them down your legs just enough so he can get to where you need him the most. his earlier desperation had caused you to become absolutely drenched. san ever so desperately wanted to absolutely consume you, but he had no time. he quickly positioned himself behind you and shoved into you. your whole body jerked forward in response to this movement.

“angel, i love you to death but i’m gonna have to make this quick,” he says to you before reaching around you and connecting the pad of his pointer finger with your clit. your body jerks again, your walls clamping down on san’s cock that’s pistoning in and out of you. your arms give out under you and you basically face plant into the carpeted floor.

you dig your nails into the carpet as your orgasm quickly approaches. “t-minus 5 minutes!” he hears his manager yell. he curses under his breath. “baby, i need you to cum. please cum on my cock baby. be a good girl.” your breath gets caught in your throat as you finally cum, pleasure taking over your entire body. your vision goes white and you gasp for air. as soon as you start to come down from your high, san is pulling out of you and rushing to put his clothes back on.

“i love you, i’ll treat you to dinner after the concert,” he says as he runs off, closing the door behind him.

#lomlhwa #ateez #atz #san #choi san #ateez smut #atz smut #san smut #choi san smut

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tangerineastronaut · 6 days ago

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Let's Put the End in Friends | Jackson Wang (Part 2)

Part 1

The one where your best friend/sort of boyfriend really wants to fuck you.

Pairing: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff, SMUT, BestFriend!Reader, idiots to lovers Requested: Yes w.c. 7.8k Warnings: reader is bad at feelings, jackson is in love, two horny weirdos, "begging" for sex (but not in a bad/manipulative way there's a mutual understanding ok), oral - fem!receiving (the man eats it like cake even after he hits), unprotected sex (don't do it unless you're best friends with Jackson Wang and I'm guessing you aren't), discussion of contraceptives, breeding kink sorta kinda heh, brief talk of having kids in future, banter, teasing, name calling, dirty talk, I think that's all?? they're still really annoying except just horny now A/N: Ughhhh here's the part two that I desperately wanted to write and finally people requested it!! This chapter is like 15% feelings and 85% smut, but it's all kinda mixed in so I apologize in advance. Jfc I love these two so much. If this is bad I'm sorry! I love writing where it takes me and it all felt right. I love my readers so much. <3 Requests: Open (link below)

Requests | WIPs Masterlists: BTS | ATEEZ | GOT7 | Stray Kids

You hadn’t really known what to expect.

In dramas, after a confession, things were usually a little awkward, shy, sweet. But the day after Jackson confessed to you, he nearly bit your hand off when you tried to steal one of his dumplings. Granted, you bit him first, but it was his job to be chivalrous, not yours.

“Um, maybe eat your own before you try to steal mine?”

“I’m literally just a girl, Jackson.”

A few weeks after said confession, things were still mostly the same, as you were awoken by someone pinching your cheek. Bleary eyed, you squinted, looking up at a very hot, very annoyed face.

“Where the hell is my academy sweatshirt? I’m gonna be late for my shift,” he huffed, giving you another pinch. Jackson worked part time at an MMA academy, teaching a class of young children. Unfortunately, that meant three days out of the week, he had to wake up at 7 in the morning to be ready by 8. And if he was up, so were you.

“I dunno,” you whined groggily, rolling over. “I didn’t wear it. Promise.”

“Liar,” he accuses.

“Mmn. ‘m not lying, check my laundry.”

You hear shuffling, the sound of your hamper being opened (filled with clean clothes, because dirty clothes go on the bathroom floor of course), and quickly tug the blanket over your head as Jackson calls your bluff.

“At least it’s clean,” you attempt to plead your case, but the covers are yanked off. You yelp as Jackson flips you onto your back and begins to tickle you.

“Didn’t wear it, huh? Seriously, of all my clothes?” he snarls, fingers digging into your sides. You can’t speak; you instead make animalistic noises of possession as you attempt to free yourself. You wrap your legs around his waist and shove at his chest, shouting apologies in between fits of laughter.

At last, the tickling ends, and you all but collapse against the sheets, sprawled out like half a starfish.

“I’m going to start charging you for the things you steal,” Jackson says, breathless himself from the efforts of torture. Only then are you made aware that his hands are on your thighs. You don’t think he’s doing it on purpose, until you do, when he squeezes them beneath his palms and brushes his thumbs under your pajama shorts.

“Hey,” you warn, wriggling beneath him. He laughs and leans over you.

“What?”

“You know what. Get off of me.”

He sighs, letting his head drop down as though weary.

When he looks at you again, his eyes have gone all soft, and it makes you feel warm and tingly inside. You swallow and force yourself to look away. You weren’t completely immune to his charms and didn’t want to risk it, answering the question he hadn’t asked.

“Nope.”

That was the deal.

Kissing was alright—as long as it wasn’t too long or too deep. Touching was fine too, just avoid any erogenous zones. Truthfully, you weren’t sure why you’d placed such heavy restrictions on your…relationship? Whatever this was. Probably because at the end of the day, you were still terrified of losing him. Of crossing a bridge that crumbles behind you, never being able to return to where you were.

Right now, the two of you could still be around your friends, could still shamelessly flirt and insist it isn’t flirting. When you’d shown up to dinner with the guys, your hand clasped in Jackson’s to test the waters, no one said a word. Youngjae crinkled his nose and said it was cringe…and that’s it. That was the only reaction. The only people surprised about this development were the two of you, apparently, mostly you. And, you hadn’t realized how horny you were for one another.

When you’d stare at him after a shower, when he had the audacity to drink juice from the carton wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, you noticed that…you’ve always stared. That wasn’t new. It’s just that you were now aware of it, and also very aware of how it felt to see his throat working as he swallows, beads of water dripping down his chest and following the dip of his abs like a treasure map for your tongue—

But it went both ways, fortunately, as Jackson’s playful way of grabbing your waist when you were busily bent over no longer felt fun, but rather, made you want to push against him, feel his hands sliding elsewhere, because god had they always been so big? Had his fingers always been so long?

Presently, Jackson rolls his eyes and kisses your cheek. You refuse to look at him still, so he tilts down, where his lips brush your throat; when your head snaps up to scold him, he takes the opportunity to catch your lips with his, sighing as though relieved.

Kissing him feels so normal that it’s almost painful, like every second his lips are against yours, you ask yourself why you were so stupid, why you hadn’t noticed before, why you hadn’t understood that the feelings you’ve had for him were being confused for platonic when they were much, much closer to something akin to lo—

“Mmff…ou’re ‘unna ‘ee ate,” you mumble, though Jackson doesn’t stop kissing you. You giggle as your words are slurred by his mouth, which in turn makes him smile, which in turn makes you wrap your arms around his neck and consider begging him to let the kids down just this once.

You know he wouldn’t hesitate. So that’s why you groan and push him away. You squirm from beneath him before he can snatch you up, fixing your pajamas as though you were preparing to walk the red carpet. When you look up at Jackson, he’s on his knees on your bed, hands gripping the covers and head tilted to the side. Oh.

“Stop looking at me like that, puppy boy,” you mumble, rolling your eyes. You cross your arms, taking on the weight of the world’s strongest soldier as Jackson fucking Wang silently begs to bend you over the mattress

Jackson lets his legs slip over the side, feet planted on the floor as he tugs you toward him by the strings of your shorts. You whine in protest—losing a drawstring was so—

“I think you like it when I beg,” Jackson says, voice too low to be good for your health. You look at him in surprise, his expression hasn’t really changed, but why did he have to do this to you?

“I think you’re gonna be late,” you huff, feeling your cheeks redden.

“I think you’re cute when you blush.”

“I think—”

“I think we’re gonna be good for each other.”

“It was my turn,” you pout. “I think you need a cold shower.”

Jackson mumbles something you don’t catch as he nuzzles his face against your stomach. His arms hang loosely around your hips, and you’re once again left with emotional whiplash as the man somehow goes from fuck me~ to hold me in the span of a few seconds. You swallow and rake your fingers through his hair (which he pulls at less nowadays, thanks to your nagging).

“I want to,” you say quietly, nails scratching at his head. “But I’m scared. Like…we could probably bounce back from this, and from holding hands and even kissing. But I’m afraid that I’d never be able to, you know, not hurt around you the further we go if things turn out bad. We just don’t know what’ll happen if we commit. That’s scary.”

To your surprise, Jackson squeezes you tighter. He tilts his head back to look up at you, his chin resting just above your belly button.

“What is it gonna take, pie?” he asks softly. Your brows furrow, though he continues. “What’s it gonna take for you to realize I’ve been yours this entire time?”

Your breath catches in your throat; you know he can feel it from the way your stomach tightens. He noses at the material of your top, planting a kiss there. Then the bastard opens his mouth again. You can taste his words.

“You own me, baby.”

You wake up confused and sweaty, fumbling around for your phone. You grab the device and groan—it’s not even five in the morning, and it’s a saturday.

The dream woke you up. You and Jackson had an idea to conserve water, apparently, sharing a shower too small for one person let alone two. Your brain filled in the blanks for the missing information, unfortunately for you, though you had no doubt he was as beautiful in this reality, too.

It was almost impossible for you to go back to sleep after waking up usually, so you throw the covers off with much more attitude than necessary before quietly stepping out of your room. The light beneath Jackson’s door is off, and you tiptoe down the hall, but when you round the corner to the kitchen you gasp in surprise.

Jackson raises a brow at you, taking a sip from the bottle of water in his hand. He’s wearing nothing but black boxers, showing off the lean muscles he works so hard on. So very hard.

“You’re up?” he asks, and by his raspy tone it’s clear he woke up not long before you. You nod and shrug for no reason at all other than to distract from the fact that your eyes are eating him alive. He has the sexiest bedhead, and the thin chain he wears glints as it drapes over his collar bones.

“Thirsty,” you lie. You move past him to reach the fridge, but an arm hooks around your waist. You inhale sharply as you’re tugged against his chest, the warmth of him shooting tingles down your back. You swallow, and he holds the bottle in front of you.

“Here,” he mumbles. He sounds so casual, like his actions hadn’t just made your soul briefly leave your physical form. You take the water from him and tilt your head back for a sip, not having realized how thirsty you were until you’ve finished half of it.

You turn around, though he doesn’t release you, so you remain pressed to his bare chest. You have no idea why, but you lean forward and kiss him just below his collar bone, realizing too late how cruel you were being. In an attempt to make it chaste, you kiss the other side, right above his heart, though Jackson’s hand flies to your hair. He cups the back of your head and refuses to let you move.

“Jackson,” you protest, but he whines.

He fucking. Whines.

“Please, pie. Just keep your lips on me. Please,” he breathes. You exhale a shaky breath and nod.

“Okay,” you say quietly, and you swear he sighs with relief. You watch his face, tilting in again and pressing another kiss to the same spot as before. Jackson nods, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips.

You kiss the center of his chest, lips dragging over his skin to his left pec. When you move a tad bit lower, this time where his heart beats, he hisses and tightens his grip in your hair. You gasp for all the right reasons, though he doesn’t know that.

“Fuck, sorry,” he whispers as though the two of you are sneaking around rather than doing…whatever this was in the middle of your shared kitchen. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you giggle softly. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

Jackson looks down at you, his expression morphing completely into…calmness? But it still puts you on edge.

“What’d I say?” you ask with a frown.

“I haven’t had sex in almost a year,” he admits.

You blink.

“You…what?” you breathe, shaking your head. “But, you’ve had tinder…you’ve gone on dates.”

Jackson pulls you close again, silently asking for more kisses. You realize he might’ve been right…you like when he begs. You kiss him as he asks, this time close to his nipple, and he shudders.

“I’m not gonna fuck a girl who wants more than I can give her,” he says. You mouth over his skin, tongue reaching the edge of his areola. You like his answer.

“Why can’t you give her what she wants?” you ask, knowing what he’ll say but wanting to hear it all the same. Jackson knows this too, but he’s more than happy to give you what you want.

“Because she—fuck—”

Your tongue lathes over his nipple and he grips the counter tight.

“—’cause she’s not you,” he finishes. “None of them are. Can’t be anything for anyone except you. Wanna…wanna be everything to you.”

“You are…you are…” you mumble carelessly, barely kissing him, but rather rubbing your mouth on his chest. He seems more than okay with that, his head falling back, though he shakes it.

“I’m not, baby. I’ve got so much to give you, gonna show you what it’s like to be loved right, fucked right, needed right. I need you, y/n. I-I fucking need you so bad. Always have.”

You were supposed to be turning him on, not getting choked up, but you pulled back and covered your face. Jackson was still a little breathless and out of it, but he grabbed at your wrists.

“Sorry, fuck, was that…was that bad? I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine,” you mumble, wiping helplessly at tears that slide down your cheeks. Jackson pulls you forward, crushing you to his chest. He wraps both arms around you so tight you can barely breathe. You love it.

What else do you love?

You love that you can feel his cock pressing against the inside of your thigh, that you can feel how much he wants from you. You swallow your tears and reach between you, your palm finding the thick outline beneath his boxers and squeezing.

Jackson’s reaction is visceral and downright sinful. He jumps, then buries his face into your hair.

“Again, p-please,” he mumbles. You do it again. There’s a weird mix between sadness and horniness between you, but you keep going, sliding your hand up and down his clothed length. He’s definitely thick and a little longer than average, but not frighteningly so.

Thick enough to make you choke, but not enough to bruise your cervix. Perfect. Somehow, you think you know exactly what it feels like to be fucked by him.

“Jesus fuck—I don’t care if I get to fuck you, just please…let me taste you, baby,” Jackson grunts, hips lazily bucking against you.

That…sounds alright with you. You take your hand off his cock and grab his wrist to pull him to his room, but he twists you around so that your back is to the counter. You open your mouth to ask what he’s doing, but the words die on your tongue when he drops to his knees.

“J-Jackson, you don’t have t-to…”

“Shh, baby,” he mumbles, cupping the backs of your thighs. You feel dumb, forgetting how to speak. “Let me make you feel good. Wanna hear those pretty sounds you make when you play with yourself.”

Your cheeks flush pink, Jackson’s words hardly registering in your brain. He hooks his fingers into the elastic of your pajama shorts, leaning forward to kiss the front of your thigh before he begins tugging them down.

“W-What do you mean when I pla—oh…”

Jackson doesn’t hesitate, going face first between your legs and groaning. The vibrations ring through your inner thighs and go straight to your clit, nearly sending you down. He hadn’t even touched you properly yet.

“If you tell me you didn’t want me to hear you fucking yourself, I’m gonna call you a liar,” he whispers. His lips graze over the hair you keep trimmed—you could be a little self conscious about that at times, a couple past partners even commenting on it, but Jackson is worshipping your pussy without words and you’ve never felt so perfectly adequate.

You think over what he said once you regain a little bit of consciousness. And fuck.

You were tired of this sort of hindsight ability you had now, the way you felt when you thought back to the times you were so obviously head over heels in love with him and had convinced yourself you were friends.

Like fucking yourself with your favorite toy, back to the wall splitting your rooms. Moaning loud even though you didn’t do that when he wasn’t home.

“S-Sorry,” you whimper, because what the fuck else are you supposed to say? You feel warmth as Jackson breathes a laugh against your thighs, teeth grazing the sensitive skin near your labia.

“It’s okay, baby. Just do it again for me, hm? While I’m in the same room at least?”

Did he have to be such a fucking brat? You thought “pie” and his attitude would disappear after all of this, but you were sorely mistaken. You opened your mouth to complain.

Jackson pushed your thighs open wider, settling between them and looking up at you from his knees. You squeaked, and the last thing you saw before his face disappeared was that smug grin underneath his pretty brown eyes.

You learned two lessons very quickly. One:

Jackson Wang ate pussy like his life depended on it.

And two, you were immediately jealous of any woman who’d ever had him like this, on his knees between their legs. This should be illegal.

His tongue slid between your tender pussy lips, expertly finding your clit and daring to flick at it beneath the hood. Your knees did buckle, but he hugged your thighs and kept you upright, taking the opportunity to squeeze and knead at your ass. You reached down and gripped his hair for purchase, tugging, eliciting a groan from him that felt better than any dick you’d ever had. You did it again, and this time he practically sang praises into you—he was literally fucking you with his moans.

“Jesus fuck, Jackson?” you ask, unable to do much else other than feel and squeak out your needs. His fingers dug into the plushness of your thighs, though one hand slipped beneath your shirt. His thumb grazed over your nipple before gently pinching it, and you were ready to die.

When he sucked the tender flesh of your clit into his mouth, you stumbled forward, nearly sending him back until he caught you by the waist. You whimper and tug at him to let you go until finally, he pulls away from your cunt, looking far too pleased with shiny lips. He licks them and you fall into his lap, shuddering as you cling to him.

“That bad, huh? Should I keep my day job?” He teases you gently, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other hugs you tighter. You can still feel his cock straining against his boxers, nearly perfectly aligned as it presses against your ass.

“S-Shut up, a-asshole,” you stammer out, gripping his shoulders tightly for comfort—or maybe dear life. Jackson chuckles in a way that makes you feel safe and annoyed—because how can he send you to fucking space and then try to convince you it’s all good and dandy with the same mouth?

“You okay baby?” he asks softly. When you nod, he pulls back enough to kiss your temple, though keeps his lips there. You swallow, having a feeling that he wasn’t done with you. Not even close.

“Was it good?” he asks.

“Very c-classy,” you manage to huff, but Jackson only laughs.

“Mmm. Knew you’d taste good. Knew you’d love me on my knees,” he hums. You shiver, and he moves to your ear, nipping at your lobe. “Knew you’d look so pretty while I eat it.”

You let out a soft whine, your hips rolling into his. You’re spreading your sticky juices along his clothed cock, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he grabs your waist and bites his lower lip.

“Are you done? Hm? Or can I take you to my room and finish you off?” Jackson asks, tilting his head to kiss below your ear. “Lay you down and hold you open until that pretty clit is nice and swollen…”

“F-Fuck,” you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders. “N-No.”

“M’kay, need me to run you a bath then? I bought some new bath bombs—”

“No I meant…” you breathe, letting your head drop to his shoulder. You were dizzy, but your thoughts had never been more clear. Not necessarily a decision out of desperation, just…it needed to happen. You needed it.

“I-I don’t want you to eat me out, Jackson,” you say as you swallow.

You lift your head, relieved to see there’s no frustration in his gaze, no disappointment. God, he’s really just here to make sure you’re happy, safe, comfortable.

“I want…I want you to fuck me.”

“Why are we in your room?”

“My bed is bigger.”

“When’s the last time you washed your sheets?”

“I don’t know, pie. When’s the last time you washed my sheets?”

You crinkle your nose, but Jackson just rolls his eyes. He drags you onto the bed with him, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it in your face. You sniff, your eyes immediately narrowing.

“Have you seriously been washing your bedding regularly now under the implication that we’d fuck soon?” you hiss, sitting up to glare at him. He was sprawled out, looking much too happy for your liking.

“Yes,” he says gleefully. You grab the pillow and make an attempt to suffocate him, but he doesn’t fight back, and that’s not very fun.

Oh yeah! You’re also only wearing his a t-shirt, and he’s only wearing boxers, and his cock is very hard and you’d very much like to put it in your mouth now that you’ve recovered somewhat from his tongue.

“You’re such a boy,” you groan, throwing the pillow back to the headboard. Jackson nods, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

“Yeah. Take this off and sit on my face please,” he hums, lying back as though preparing to be sacrificed to the thigh smothering gods.

“How romantic,” you scoff.

“Come sit on my face so I can make you cry the only way a man should make a woman cry, please~”

“Better.”

With the back and forth out of the way, you can’t bring yourself to smile, pulling your knees to your chest. Jackson sits up, reaching out to take one of your hands in his large one.

“Hey, no expectations, remember? You wanna stop right now, we’ll stop and never do anything like this again. You want me to finish you off, that’s fine too,” he says, thumb brushing the back of your knuckles. You shake your head.

“No. I think…I think we should. We need to, I mean, otherwise we’re gonna be in limbo forever. But…” you pause, feeling your eyes burn a little damn it. When you look up at him, his boyish charm is gone, replaced completely by a concerned man who almost looks in love with you.

“Hm? What is it, pie?” he asks, coaxing you gently. Ugh—why did sex have to be so god damn complicated?

“Promise me,” you say, biting your lower lip as you gather your words. “Promise me if we hate it, if it’s bad, just…stay with me? Like, forever? Please don’t move out? I mean if you have to get married just try to find someone who’s nice enough to let me stay? I’ll do the laundry. We can be like a throuple except you both just have to feed me and nothing else.”

“I love you, y/n.”

“Nevermind, let’s just do it.”

Jackson laughed as you flopped onto your back, though he leaned over you and caught your chin in his hand. You avoided looking at him, but he tilted your head down and pressed his forehead to yours to prevent you from escaping his eyes.

“I know you’re allergic to that word—”

“I am not—”

“But I love you. I love y/n and I love pie and I love the girl who thinks ‘coinkydink’ is an appropriate alternative for ‘coincidence’—”

“It is but okay—”

Jackson rolls his eyes, cupping your cheek under the romantic guise of making you shut up by pressing his thumb to your lips.

“Do you know why I want to fuck you?” he asks, his voice oddly gentle for such an erotic question. You blink, he lifts his thumb.

“Um, ‘cause I’m hot?” you offer with a shrug. His thumb goes back to your lips.

“Yes, but the truth? I want to make love to you but I assumed your reaction to that phrasing would be…”

Jackson lifts his thumb.

“Cringe?”

“Correct,” he smiles. “I’m gonna do what I can so the next man you meet has to climb to fucking heaven to reach the lowest bar for you. I’m nowhere near perfect, but I’ll be damned if you leave my bed able to call your best friend and complain that your inner thigh got more action than you did.”

You pout and push his hand away.

“That was one time,” you mumble. “If sex with you sucks, who am I gonna call? Yugyeom?”

“I dare you to fucking try,” Jackson says, narrowing his eyes. You beam, attempting to boop his nose, but he leans forward and kisses you instead. “If you leave this bed and hate me after, I’ll move out before sunset. And if you want me to l-o-v-e you for the rest of your life, I’ll do that too. I told you, pie. I’m yours.”

You kiss him this time, turning into him and cupping his jaw. Why couldn’t he see that the more of this he showed you, the less you wanted to risk it all disappearing?

You tilt your head to the side, nuzzling your face against his throat to plant kisses there. He inhales, leg sliding between yours as a hand strokes your hair.

“Mm…what do you want, y/n?” he asks, groaning when you suck beneath his jaw.

“Wanna suck you off,” you mumble against his skin, relishing in the heavy groan you feel from him. “Then I want you to fuck me.”

“I can do that,” Jackson nods, licking his lips. You release him and sit up, looking over his stretched out form. He was so fucking gorgeous, and you were in his bed.

You place a hand in the center of his chest, and Jackson sits up on his elbows, his thighs parting eagerly. You giggle, gently kneeing his side.

“Patience,” you hum, dragging your hand down to his abs, letting your fingertips dip between the muscles. You remembered all those times you fantasized about drawing your tongue against them—realizing you can. So you throw a leg over his, sliding down until you’re hovering over his thighs, face level with his hips.

One hand rests on the elastic of his boxers while the other palms his abs. You look up at him as you drag your finger through the lines, following the shape of his muscles. He’s tense, but still coherent, so your other hand slides down to palm him again.

Jackson curses under his breath, eyes never leaving yours. So you lean down and flatten your tongue below his navel. He gasps as you lick down the thin trail of hair that disappears beneath his boxers, kissing the sensitive skin there before moving up again. Jackson whines, and you lift a brow.

“You’re not being very patient,” you say, kissing his stomach before licking up to his chest. Jackson’s head falls back, one hand moving to your hair.

“It’s been almost a year, pie,” he groans. “Want this…want you…”

You giggle softly. When you palm him again, curling your fingers around his constricted length, Jackson practically flies off the bed, grabbing your wrist.

“Baby, I will let you suck my cock until the sun explodes, just…please not now, I’m so fucking close, wanna be inside you…” he breathes. You’re surprised to see his chest flushed and heaving, not having realized how worked up he was over just a few light touches. You swallow and nod.

He smiles in relief, pulling you in for a kiss before sitting up on his knees, gently guiding you back. It’s a little jarring, suddenly being underneath your best friend, but Jackson immediately gives you gentle kisses, whispering your name and promises to make you feel good. You believe him.

You lie there awkwardly as he reaches over you to the bedside table, removing a foil packet. You feel your cheeks redden, which makes him chuckle, and you mumble a quiet shut up. When he holds the condom packet between his teeth and thumbs the waist of his boxers, you realize that you should probably be naked, too. So you cross your arms over the hem of the t-shirt, tugging it over your head and tossing it to the side.

The condom drops and bounces off your thigh as Jackson’s lips part in shock.

“What?” you mumble shyly, bringing your arms to your chest. He clears his throat and fumbles for the condom, shaking his head.

“Nothing. You’re gorgeous. Knew you were, just..." he sucks in air through his teeth.

You blush harder, resisting the urge to tell him to hurry.

Jackson manages to slide his boxers down to his thighs. His cock, once freed, smacks his toned stomach and you grip the covers at your sides as you watch an enticing bead of precum slide down the shaft. It’s exactly as you’d imagined; a little bigger than average, thick, and so beautifully veiny. God it’d feel so good on your tongue, but later. The idea that, hopefully in the future you could suck his beautiful cock whenever you wanted to, made you happier than you’d ever admit to anyone.

You watch as he rolls the condom down his length, swallowing down your doubts as he drops to his forearms on either side of you.

“You okay?” he asks, no humor, no teasing, just genuine concern. You nod and lick your lips.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” you say with a shaky breath. Jackson smiles, leaning forward until your noses bump. The action makes you giggle until you realize he’s fitting your mouths together, and suddenly he’s kissing you.

It’s gentle and soft, his lips sucking at your lower one but moving no further than that. Your arms move to loosely hang around his shoulders, where both of his slip beneath you. You feel the head of his cock brush over your clit and jump. Jackson chuckles. It happens again, but this time, the swollen head catches against the opening between your folds, and you can already feel the stretch, wriggling your hips as if to wedge him in.

Jackson begins to push.

The stretch is slow, heavy, delicious, both of you releasing sounds of relief with eyes rolling back into your skulls as though you’ve both spent four years pretending you don’t want this. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, he squeezes you tight beneath him as he sinks deeper and deeper. At last, his hips meet yours, and Jackson Wang, your best friend, is balls deep inside of you. You squeeze your eyes closed, overwhelmed by the sudden and intense sensations and emotions.

“Are you okay? Feels okay, baby?” he asks softly, clearly restraining himself. You nod, licking your lips.

“Mhm. It’s good. So good,” you babble. Jackson chuckles, nodding as he kisses you again. It’s sweeter this time, moreso as he begins to slide out. The drag of his cock makes you shudder, and you clamp your thighs tight around his waist.

“That’s it,” he hums, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Lock me up inside you, baby. So fucking pretty.”

You purr in response, arching your back. Jackson takes this as a go ahead, pushing himself up to his palms as he begins to fuck you properly.

You feel your mouth open in shock as he thrusts rhythmically, the switch between emptiness and fullness making your head spin. Every time his hips smack the backs of your thighs, another grunt escapes his mouth, and fuck if you couldn’t listen to that sound for the rest of your life.

Jackson leans down and kisses you. This time, you make sure it’s not as sweet, sucking his tongue and letting him lick yours. You taste his groan as he bucks heavily, pausing to collect himself. Your legs hook around his waist, heel digging into his lower spine, making him moan.

“F-Fuck baby, gonna make me come already,” he breathes, letting his head hang down. You smile, cupping his face and pulling him into you.

“So sensitive,” you purr. Jackson huffs.

“Maybe I shouldn’t,” he hums, wincing at his own sharp thrust. “Maybe I should pull out and leave that gorgeous head to wonder what it’d be like.”

“You won’t,” you reply, calling his bluff. “If I begged you, I bet you’d go raw.”

Jackson surges forward, hands moving behind your knees as he folds you nearly in half. You choke on air and look up at him, wondering why the fuck you've forced yourself to wait for this.

“You don’t have to beg for shit. Don’t fucking tempt me, y/n.”

Your mouth opens at his tone, but he begins to fuck you harder, gripping your form against him as he gives you everything he has. Your whines turn into muffled cries as he tucks your face into his shoulder.

“Shh…let’s not let the neighbors know I’m finally inside you baby…that’s it, quietly…take it for me, yeah?” he hums, and you whimper, digging your nails into his skin. Your legs bounce uselessly where he holds them in place, giving him room to be flush against your ass each time he bottoms out.

“Can’t wait for you to let me lick this sweet little cunt until you cry,” he murmurs, leaning back to slip a hand between you. You jump when he immediately finds your clit, index and middle finger repeatedly alternating pressure. He’s a god damned expert, and you feel yourself clenching tight around the obstruction of his cock.

“Fuck…is that all it takes? You’re squeezing me like a fucking vice, y/n," Jackson groans. “More, baby. That’s it…fuck. So fucking good.”

“J-Jackson,” you huff, squirming beneath the pressure of his weight. “Nng…f-feels so good…”

“Yeah, princess? Just like you've dreamed about?"

Fuck. He always knew, knew you too well, were you made of glass?

"Y-yeah," you whimper, choosing not to lie. "B-Better."

Jackson kisses you again, his hand slowing its movements to match his hips.

“Show me,” he says roughly, obviously close himself. “I wanna feel you cum, baby. Want my cock shiny and sticky like my tongue was.”

“Mm..don’t stop, ‘m close,” you breathe. You tuck your hands into his hair, tugging at the strands, knowing what kind of response you’d experience. He groans, as expected, though pulls back and pushes your thighs apart.

He looks down at your cunt swallowing his cock whole as he rubs at your hooded clit, cursing and biting his lip. Your cheeks flush despite everything, and when his eyes flicker to your face—you’re not sure what to call that expression if not love.

You want him to cum first. You bring his hand away from your clit and up to your lips, kissing the wet pads of his fingers before slipping them into your mouth. Jackson lets out a high pitched noise that you can’t wait to tease him over later as he watches you suck them.

He swallows and leans forwards, pulling your fingers away from your mouth to kiss you. You think it’s an accident, the intimacy, but the kiss is soft, so soft that he stops thrusting and you stop trying to make him cum, so soft that you’re suddenly crying and hugging him and apologizing for being a fucking idiot.

“Hey, ‘s okay baby, I’m here,” he whispers, his own eyes wet. “Stop crying, y/n. I’m right here. I’m yours. I’ll still be yours tomorrow. Shh...”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” you breathe, burying your head against his throat despite the fact that his cock is kissing the opening of your cervix currently. “I was scared, Jackson, so fucking scared, I-I think I loved you so much that I scared myself into thinking I couldn’t.”

“Huh?” he asks, knowing damn well what you said according to the stupid grin on his face. You roll your eyes, using the back of your hand to wipe at your tears.

“I said I love you, asshole,” you whisper, sniffling. “And ‘m not gonna say it again.”

“Okay,” he chuckles, pulling your hands down to wipe your tears himself. “Fine. I’ll just memorize the way you sound when you say it and play it over and over until we live in a nursing home together."

"You roll your eyes, smiling through the teariness. Only you would cry in the middle of sex, but Jackson seemed to love this, taking it as your not-so-silent confession.

He eventually shifts again, making you shudder despite the fact that he was only getting comfortable. He prepares to ask—you already know—want me to stop? So you shake your head before he gets the words out.

“I want it, you know, without,” you say instead, shyly looking up at him from your elbows. Jackson looks a little confused, and you sigh, gesturing around as if that’s helpful at all. “You know. Without.”

“I have no idea what you’re saying, pie—”

“I’m saying I want you to fuck me, and then I want you to tell me you love me so I can say it back without dying, and then I want to go to the pharmacy with you and get plan b even though I’m on birth control because we’d make cute babies but I wanna wait like 10 years probably. So, like, without? If you want?”

You finish your monologue, your cheeks burning hot. You flop to your back and cover your face, once again forgetting about the cock buried inside of you. Jackson doesn’t, of course.

“Are you asking me to hit it raw—”

“Must you be so unromantic—”

“Shut up and c’mere,” he mumbles. He leans down, pulling you up enough to kiss you. You feel him shuffling between you, embarrassed by the gasp that slips out when he pulls back. Jackson smirks. There’s a snap of rubber and he winces as he removes the condom, tossing it into his desk trash can.

“Easy, baby. He’ll be back,” he chuckles.

“I’m actually going to kill you,” you groan. But then he’s pushing into you again, and fuck if the look on his face doesn’t make you want to buy a first class ticket to hell.

“Fucking…jesus…baby…” he gasps. You giggle, though he just pushes you back to hide the apparent blush on his cheeks.

“That bad huh?” you mock him, feeling him bottom out, completely. He curses and dips his head to kiss you, but it’s messy and desperate and feeds the fire that’s been burning inside of you for too long.

“So fucking…nng…so fucking pretty,” he says with a sharp snap of his hips. You gasp, clinging to his shoulders as he leans down. He kisses you again, hard, palms flattening on the bed on either side of your hips. He uses the leverage to fuck you harder, leaning over you until you’re pinned beneath him.

“D-Didn’t know it’d turn you into an animal,” you giggle breathlessly, hand fisting his hair. He groans and tilts his head to the side.

“You turn me into a fucking animal, baby,” Jackson grunts. “Makes me…makes me want to do stupid things, like fuck you without a condom and cum so deep the pill doesn’t do shit to stop it—”

“Jackson—”

“You said it first. Still gonna make you swallow the pill with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

You squeak and tug him down for a filthy kiss, tongues barely missing the mark as his thrusts become loose and sloppy. He’s fucking himself dumb, gripping the sheets and whining against your mouth like a dog.

“G-Gotta make you cum. Gotta make it good for you,” he breathes, reaching between you. You pull his hand away, shaking your head. He begins to argue but you squeeze your thighs around his waist, making him shudder and stumble. He falls against you, cursing into your hair as he continues his thrusts.

“Want you to cum first,” you whisper, hugging him tight. “Want you to fill me up like you said, so fucking deep—"

He groans, leaning on you and thrusting heavy as he snaps his hips forward. His speed remains the same, but you can hear the sound of his hips meeting your ass like he's trying to bury himself in you indefinitely.

"T-That's...fuck..." you whimper, nodding. "Good, that's good."

“Ah…ah…” Jackson whines, shaking his head. “F-Fuck, baby…gonna cum, is that…is that okay? Fucking…ah…c-can I cum?”

Oh. Oh.

You were going to explore this later, him asking permission to cum. But not now.

“Please, Jax. Please cum for me, in me?” you beg softly. “Promise, I’ll take it so good."

“Fuck, I know you will, princess. Know you’ll take it all so good for me…so perfect, so fucking beautiful…all mine, baby…”

Jackson clings to you so tight you have trouble breathing, but you feel him shudder, hear him gasp, and you squeeze him back just as much. He releases a sob into your hair, his muscles tensing as he cums hard. You feel his cock pulsing, the warmth spreading inside of you, and realize with a start that you’re feeling his actual cum seeping into your womb.

You rub his back for a few minutes while he recovers, until he finally sits up and hisses at the sensitivity of his softening cock still buried in you. When he tugs away, it’s your turn to gasp, shivering at the cool emptiness you feel.

“Was that okay?” he asks quietly, hands pushing your thighs apart. You nod.

“Yeah, ‘s good. What are you—shit.”

Jackson knelt between your legs, lips first kissing your clit before he sucks it into his mouth. You all but scream, trying to clamp your legs together, but his easy strength prevents that.

“F…Jackson...fuck, w-what are you doing?” you whimper again, trying to push yourself up to look at him. He uses a hand on the soft of your belly, pushing you back down. He pops off of your clit, free hand taking over the strokes.

“My babygirl didn’t cum. I’m gonna make sure she does,” he explains as though it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“B-But you…your cum…”

“Mhm, keep reminding me,” he moans, tongue slipping beneath the hood of your clit while two long fingers prod at your sore hole. You wince, but he slowly eases them in, his own cum working as lube. Rather than move them, he holds them there, gently stroking inside of your walls while he laps freely between your labia.

In a frighteningly short amount of time, you’re coming off the bed (literally) with a cry of surprise, mumbling his name over and over again as though he could save you from the crushing pleasure you felt. Your thighs clamped around his head, though he made no move to escape, apparently right where he wanted to be as it allowed him to continue sucking and licking the sensitive bundle of nerves until your legs trembled violently.

It stole your breath, and you saw stars, mixed in a few moments later with a boyish grin and someone peppering your face with kisses. It was the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, definitely if you were comparing him to other men. Well. There was no comparison.

You could only imagine how it'd feel with his cock as deep as it was. Next time. You'd suck his cock, cum on it...maybe make him beg to do the same.

Jackson is patient enough to wait until you’ve mostly returned to your body before he smugly proclaims that he was right, the sex was great, and you owe him a backrub (don’t you usually have to make bets to win them in the first place?) but whatever, because you were fucked out and your boy was happy and probably planning your wedding.

But once you attempted to sit up, wincing at the soreness of keeping your legs open, Jackson kissed you sweetly and urged you to lie down again. He left for a few minutes, returning with boxers (darn it) and a bottle of water, which he forced you to sip whilst he ran you a bath.

You were helped down the hall, feeling like a frail old lady after you insisted you could do it—and had to catch yourself by the doorframe as you walked like a baby deer. You informed him it wasn’t polite to laugh at people you’ve nearly fucked to death, regretting your words immediately as a somehow cocky Jackson became even cockier.

He guided you into the bath, telling you to relax while he ran to the pharmacy. Before he left though, he knelt beside the tub, fingers tapping at the lava-like water you were soaking in.

“Do you like the smell?” he asks, resting his chin on his fist. You nod, letting your fingers find his and trying to pull them beneath the water. He compromised by pulling yours out, kissing the back of your knuckles. “Good. It’s strawberry scented.”

“Fucking me doesn’t make my bath bombs free real estate,” you say pointedly.

“Fucking me doesn’t make my clothes free real estate.”

You open your mouth, then purse your lips.

“Touche.”

“I have something to ask,” he sighs, resting his lips on your hand. “It’s really important.”

Oh god. What.

“Yeah?” you ask, your voice shaky. Jackson grins.

“Just…did you like my cream, pie?”

You stare at him for a few seconds, contemplating the last hour and four years of your life. “I want a divorce.”

“I love you.”

“How…how long have you thought of that joke?” you ask. You didn’t really want to know the answer.

“Um…about 20 seconds after I called you pie for the first time? Not with you of course.”

“Well why in the god damn hell not with me!?”

“I mean? Yes with you?”

“Creep.”

“I love you.”

“I still want a divorce.”

“I still love you.”

“Nng.”

“That means I love you in worm?”

“...Yeah.”

“Heh~”

“Hey Jackson?”

“Mm?”

“Your lil sperms might be kinda fast? So like? Maybe leave now? I do love you but I will not have your babies right now?”

“Oh. Yeah. Be right back. Try not to make a baby with those in the meantime, they’re not ripe yet, you know?”

"...Hurry."

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consume-cs · 2 months ago

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free fall (03) ◯○ you call him husband

I rarely pray but I just pray that you’re well | 385 | 🏷️ got7 content | materialist

english isn’t my first language. ot7 scenario. non idol — soft, cute ﷼

lim jaebeom

You’re hanging out with some friends and since the night started, a girl you don’t know is talking too much with your boyfriend. At first, you didn’t mind because it seemed like a normal conversation until you notice her intentions.

“So, you’re single, right?” She assumes, getting closer to him as he tries to tell her no but you just interrupt the conversation.

“He’s actually my husband” You say, holding his hand and smiling nicely to her.

Luckily, the girl apologized immediately and decides to leave you two. You sigh without seeing the smile on Jaebeom’s face.

“You call me husband and you’re jealous too? You’re sexy, honey” He says, kissing your lips and trying to control himself because you’re in public.

mark tuan

Mark is playing in his computer and you want his attention so bad that you decide to call him your husband to see if that works.

“Husband, I’m sleepy” You say getting closer to him at the same time he takes off his earphones.

“What did you say?” He asks moving to your direction and having you between his legs. You act like you don’t know, noticing how it actually works.

“I’m sleepy?”

“No” He grabs your waist and pulls you in his lap. “You know what you said, beautiful”

“Husband?” You look at him seeing his cute smile, noticing how much he likes it.

jackson wang

You’re shopping some gifts to his family since you’re going to visit them in a few days, so you gave him the idea of going to a jewelry store.

He’s watching a couple of necklaces for his mother until something catch your attention. It’s a beautiful necklaces with pink diamonds on the middle and little crystals around its edges.

“Husband, Can you buy me this?” You ask softly since you notice that you called him husband without knowing.

Jackson turns around, focusing on you and walking towards you with a smile.

“So, I’m your husband now, huh?” He says, looking at your red cheeks. “Do it more often, I like it”.

Then, he tells the salesperson to give him the necklace you want.

park jinyoung

You’re watching a movie together and you’re cuddling in the couch with some blankets around. Recently, you saw a video on TikTok where it shows the reaction of her boyfriend calling him husband, so you want to try that with Jinyoung.

“Can you pass me the smoothie, husband?” You ask, pointing the smoothie in the table.

He just take the drink before actually noticing what he heard. “Wait…” He says looking at you with a smile.

“What?” You reply, trying to control the smile that wants to come out.

“That actually sounds good, say that again” He gets closer and kiss your lips, begging you to say that again.

choi youngjae

“Husband!”

A few seconds pass and Youngjae appears at the door of your room with a cute smile. “It’s me, right?” He says excitedly.

“Can you help me with the dress, husband?” You ask, using that word again which makes him flusters.

He walks towards you and hugs you from behind, kissing your cheek.

“So my wife wants me to help her?” He continues, looking at your smile.

“Yes…” You whisper and then you feel Youngjae’s hand around your waist, helping you with your dress.

bambam

You’re going home after a long day of being at his parents’ house. He parks the car in the garage and turns off the car, so he gets out and walks around towards your door.

“Husband, Can you carry me please?” You say softly, feeling a little bit tired to walk.

You hear his laugh, noticing how much he likes it and then he takes you in his arms with your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“I need to hear that more often so maybe I can propose soon” He says, making you scream with excitement.

kim yugyeom

You take your phone recording and put it in the shelf, your boyfriend is sleeping quietly with the blankets wrapped around his bare chest.

You want to see how he reacts of you calling him your husband.

“Husband, husband, babe” You call, touching his face to wake him up.

It takes minutes to wake him up and right after that you see his smile coming out.

“I’m your husband, right?” He says excitedly, pulling you in his arms, making you laugh.

xoxo girl💋…

#got7 reactions #got7 jinyoung #got7 youngjae #got7 imagines #got7 yugyeom #got7 scenarios #got7 bambam #got7 jackson #got7 mark #got7 #got7 drabbles #got7 headcanons

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cheeseceli · 9 months ago

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I'll be waiting

Pairing: idol Bang Chan × Gn!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, friends to potential lovers, fic (1.6k words)

Prompt: "Even ten years from now, if you haven't found somebody I promise I'll be around. Tell me when you're ready. I'm waiting"

Warnings: for a short moment there's a bit of unrequited love, happy ending tho. Mentions of insecurity back to the trainee days.

A/n: the longest fic I've ever done, I'm kinda proud of it ngl

Patience might be Chan's biggest virtue, he thinks to himself. By seeing where he's right now and where he was ten years ago, he smiles. He couldn't agree more with that statement.

2014

He still remembers the first time he saw you.

Monthly evaluation. At this point, Chan should already be used to this whole process of the trainee life. However, that day felt particularly depressing to him. Hopeless, he would say.

He had found out that JYP was about to debut a new group. A girl group. And as much as Bang Chan tried to be completely happy for his friends who could finally try and debut, he had to admit he was somewhat jealous. Four years of training and he felt like he was heading towards nowhere.

Still, he tried to practice. He sang the song he would showcase so many times he reached the point of not even feeling the words leaving his mouth. He was so lost he also didn't notice the presence of someone else in the practice room. That is, until you clapped.

Chan turned his head towards you, low-key surprised. He recognised you as the child of one of the Got7's staff. He couldn't remember your name though. He doubted he even heard it at all.

"Sorry" you finally spoke. Your voice was pretty "I'm looking for my dad. Your voice is very beautiful though. You're doing well." And with a thumbs up you went away.

Chan couldn't help but laugh. Now that was random. He could barely process what happened. But you complimented him. It had been a while since he last heard a genuine compliment.

Somewhere inside his mind, he repeated your words nonstop, filling him with motivation and hope. He also was trying to remember to ask your name later.

2016

He did remember to ask your name after all. Y/n L/n. The pronunciation of your name was beautiful, almost like a melody. Honestly, after two years of knowing you, he could affirm that your existence itself was like a sweet melody.

You both became friends, good ones at that. He also found himself developing feelings for you. That was the saddest part of it all in his opinion.

Even though he hadn't known you for so long, he couldn't see life without you. To live without your horrible jokes (that he always found funny), without your sunshine-like personality (even though most people wouldn't describe you like that. Maybe you were his personal dose of light) felt like a nightmare.

However, it felt a bit cruel that he needed to live like that. He wanted to be an idol. You were the one who was his biggest incentive. Then why, to have a romance with you, could bring problems to his career? It was almost as if destiny liked to make chan suffer.

Pick one.

Happily, Chan was patient. So patient that he decided to wait for you as long as needed. He had hopes that any time now, you would come to him. And he would be ready.

Meanwhile, he focused on becoming an idol. He couldn't give up now, especially given the fact that he knew you'd be in the front row, cheering for him louder than everyone else.

2018

He kept his promise: he followed his dream, finally achieving the so exciting debut, and still waited for you, his crush developing into the most sincere love he ever felt.

However, you had other plans. Of course, you were still there for him. You were probably the one who got the happiest with the results of the survival show. You spent countless nights with him on the practice room and in the studio. You were seeing his dream come true in first hand.

But this time, there was someone else besides you: your current boyfriend. Chan really doesn't know why he didn't think this could've happened. Of course, you were dating. You were smart, beautiful and had so much love to give. Someone else would've fallen for you at some point. And it was unfair of him to expect you to be single, waiting for an empty promise.

The saddest part of it was that your boyfriend was a nice guy. It was clear he loved you. He even made an effort to love everyone who you loved, including Chan himself. You were happy around him.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Chan got the job, you got someone to love - someone who could adore you without being scared of the media - and you both still got each other in the end.

Maybe that was what Chan could have. It's okay, right?

2020

The downfall of Chan's patience at last.

Although you both were still as close as you always were, life was leading each of you in your own direction.

You had a job, he had a job. You had your friends, he had his members. You had your own house, he had the dorms. You had your boyfriend, he didn't have a partner. But it was okay because he didn't even have the time after all.

Still, he tried to fall for someone else during this period. Being in this industry for two years now, he had the opportunity to meet a lot of people. Some fancied him, some tried to take a step further in a somewhat relationship. Some even wanted to just have fun. Chan swears he tried to give in most of the time.

Needless to say he failed at every try. He couldn't come close to someone without wishing it was you instead. His short answers were compared to how sweetly he talked to you. He didn't even bother to call people or have long conversations. He knew it was only a matter of time until his mind started the undesired comparison.

Maybe it was what the job required. Maybe it was because of his lack of time. Han disagrees though. Chan remembers how his friend insisted on the fact that his leader wouldn't even try with other people. But it wasn't his fault either, as it was a subconscious thing. Chan's mind was still wrapped around you. And his heart wanted to disagree, but it all goes down the moment he finds out you and your boyfriend, now your ex, had broken up.

Although he tried hard to deny, he couldn't help but still wait for you. No matter if there was a light at the end of the tunnel or if it was only darkness. He would wait.

2022

Something in your brain has switched, and Bang Chan can't say he really liked the difference.

Of course, you were still the greatest person he ever met. You were still his sunshine. But it seemed like you were tired. Your conception of life and love wasn't as bright as it once was and Chan couldn't help but feel worried about it.

For him, who has loved you deeply for over eight years now, to see you giving yourself less credit and affection hurt him. He doesn't know why and when it happened, but your brain was trying to shut down all genuine feelings one could offer to you. You thought you were, maybe, undeserving of it all.

Honestly, to see you slowly losing your light has wounded Chan way more than all his past experiences: from his fear of failure to his disappointment upon meeting your ex boyfriend. Almost as an instinct,he tried to solve the situation. This time, patience wouldn't do.

Without even noticing, he started to love you more. To actually show you how he cared for you, to put his feelings into words and actions. At first, your heart tried to deny any possible affection, but it soon realised it wasn't possible. Not when Chan didn't even hesitate on showing the entire world how you were worthy of love. And not once he showed it as a challenge or a burden. He was by your side, and he never made it seem hard.

The best part of it all was that none of you noticed it. He started to open up to you to try and protect you,and you opened up to him in order to heal and protect his feelings. Maybe that was patience finally showing itself as a virtue.

2024

Ten years later, it finally happened.

Honestly, Chan was still a bit suspicious. There was no way he was actually seeing this, right? Maybe he was becoming delusional after all. Maybe he started to hallucinate because of his desires. But at the same time, it felt too real.

The way you looked at him, that is. It was just a normal conversation between old friends. Between gossips and laughs, there was absolutely no reason for you to look at him like this. So lost in thought, with this shimmer in your eyes that Chan knew way too well. He knew it because he had it too.

It was love. Not the one nurtured by friends or family. The one shared just between lovers. And he was so sure of it because he knew he looked at you in the exact same way you were looking at him right now.

He smiles. For a moment, you're a bit lost, wondering if you lost a joke or an important moment. That, however, makes him laugh. He couldn't believe he just saw you fall in love on the first row.

Ah, he's been patient. Now, he can't wait for you to realise what just happened. Either way, he knows with a smile on his face that he'll be waiting for you.

I promise I'll be around.

Masterlist | you'll probably like: summer with you

Thank you for reading <3 let me know what you think about it!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143

Dividers by @dollywons

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thealternateuniverse · 7 days ago

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Hairstyle

Got7 x reader A/N: I am so obsessed with Yugyeom's AOMG era. He burned those damn skinny jeans the moment he left JYP. If there's a song for this fanfiction- it would be Hey daddy (Daddy's Home) by Usher. (Someone please get Yugyeom a girlfriend 😫) Word count: 2485 Warnings: None just some fluff ______ You turned off your phone with a pout, still frustrated that Yugyeom hadn’t responded to your texts. You checked the time zone—2 AM in Germany, and here you were in Japan, wide awake. Your family had decided to spend the holidays here with Jackson’s family, while the brothers, Mark and Yugyeom, were off vacationing in Germany.

"Stop checking your phone," Jackson teased, sneaking up behind you. "You two were just FaceTiming earlier."

"I can’t help it!" you huffed, crossing your arms. "I miss him already."

Jackson chuckled, draping an arm over your shoulders and shaking his head. "Why don’t we go shopping? We can pick up something for them. It’ll take your mind off him until he wakes up, wherever he is."

It actually sounded like a good idea. Plus, you still hadn’t figured out what to get Yugyeom for the holidays. With a nod, you followed Jackson out for a shopping spree.

The streets of Tokyo were alive with dazzling lights and festive decorations. Christmas in Japan had a different kind of magic—bright illuminations, couples walking hand in hand, and stores filled with limited-edition holiday merchandise. You tugged your coat tighter around you, still feeling the winter chill despite the warmth of the city.

Jackson dragged you into a luxury store first, insisting that Yugyeom needed something stylish.

"Look at this," he said, holding up a designer jacket. "This would look amazing on him."

You tilted your head, picturing Yugyeom in it. "Hmm… it does suit him."

"Of course, I have taste," Jackson grinned. "Unlike you, who was about to buy him—what? A stuffed animal?"

You swatted his arm. "He likes cute things! And he would actually keep it."

Jackson rolled his eyes. "You are so whipped."

"Whatever," you muttered, moving to another section of the store.

Eventually, you settled on a sleek silver ring that you knew would look good on his fingers. Simple but meaningful. It felt like the perfect gift.

Just as you were about to pay, your phone buzzed.

Kyum 💙: You awake? Kyum 💙: I miss you.

You couldn’t stop the huge grin that spread across your face.

Jackson groaned. "Oh my god, you’re smiling like an idiot. You’re literally hopeless."

"Shut up," you said, quickly typing back.

You: Go back to sleep, it's 3 AM there! Kyum 💙: Not until you tell me you love me.

Your heart skipped a beat. Damn him.

Jackson peeked over your shoulder. "Oh my god, are you guys that cheesy? Get a room—wait, no, get another country."

You ignored him, chuckling as you typed back.

You: Fine, I love you. Now sleep.

A reply came almost instantly.

Kyum 💙: I love you more. Also, buy me something cute.

You giggled. Jackson groaned dramatically. "I swear, this is worse than a K-drama."

But you didn’t care. Because no matter how far apart you were, Yugyeom always had a way of making you feel like he was right there with you.

"Seriously, what the heck? It looks like we bought out an entire store!" Jackson groaned, struggling to carry all the bags filled with the items you’d picked out. You hadn’t even really thought about it, you just grabbed anything that reminded you of your boyfriend. Damn, you missed him so much. ------------------- Thanksgiving had come and gone, and you were already back home, but Yugyeom was still in Germany. He’d be there for another two days, and the separation anxiety was killing you. FaceTiming wasn’t enough, either you’d fall asleep first, or he would. It was so frustrating. All you wanted was to cuddle him.

Your phone buzzed, nearly slipping from your hand as you eagerly checked, hoping it was Yugyeom. To your disappointment, it was Bambam. You weren’t even back at your dorm yet, and he was already asking to meet up.

Bam: Where are you? You: At home. Why? Bam: Too bad! Can we meet up around the area? The YSL bag I’m about to give you can’t wait.

Your eyes widened at the mention of a YSL bag.

You: You're lying. Prove it.

Bambam sent a photo almost immediately—a sleek black Saint Laurent bag sitting pretty in its box.

Bam: Doubt me again and I’ll give it to Lisa instead.

You rolled your eyes, but you were already reaching for your coat.

You: Fine. Where are you?

Bam: The café near your place. Hurry up, before I change my mind.

You huffed, grabbing your things and slipping on your shoes. The thought of seeing Bambam and securing a brand-new designer bag was enough to make you move fast.

As you made your way to the café, your phone buzzed again. This time, your heart skipped a beat.

Kyum 💙: Where are you going this late?

Damn. Did he have a sixth sense or something? You hadn’t even texted him yet.

You: Bam wants to meet up. He said he has something for me.

Kyum 💙: At this hour?

You bit your lip. Uh-oh. Someone was grumpy.

You: It’s fine! I’ll be quick.

No reply.

You sighed, pushing the door open to the café, only to be greeted by Bambam’s signature smirk.

"You look nervous," he teased.

You plopped down across from him. "Yugyeom is being weird."

Bambam laughed. "Ah, he’s jealous."

You frowned. "Of what?"

Bambam wiggled his eyebrows, pushing the bag toward you. "Of me, obviously."

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile played on your lips. If Yugyeom was jealous, then maybe… just maybe… he was missing you a little extra tonight.

He handed you the YSL box containing the bag.

"Thanks, Bam!" you beamed.

Trust Bambam to be stylish—he could easily pass as a stylist someday.

Your eyes lit up as you began unboxing it. What the heck? This was absolutely gorgeous.

"Glad you like it! It took Yugye—" Huh?

You paused mid-unboxing and looked up at Bambam suspiciously.

"It took who?" You pressed.

Bambam’s eyes darted to the side, and he coughed into his fist. "Uh—what? No one. I mean, I just—um—found it and thought of you."

Your jaw dropped. "Bambam."

He sighed, slumping in his chair. "Okay, okay! It took Yugyeom forever to pick that bag for you, alright? He called me six times asking if you’d like black or beige, if the gold chain was too much, if the size was right—"

Your heart skipped a beat. "Wait… he picked this?"

"Yeah, duh." Bambam rolled his eyes. "Why do you think he was acting weird earlier? He probably wanted to give it to you himself."

You stared at the bag in your hands, warmth spreading through your chest. Yugyeom picked this. He was the one worrying over every little detail, making sure it was perfect for you.

Your phone buzzed again.

Kyum 💙: Are you home yet?

You bit your lip, trying to fight the stupid grin forming on your face.

Bambam groaned. "Ugh, you have that lovesick look. Just call him already!"

You laughed, clutching the bag closer. Maybe you would.

You still hadn’t replied to Yugyeom, too caught up in admiring the bag he’d picked for you. You couldn’t help the fluttering in your stomach, it was so thoughtful of him. Even as you got home, you couldn't stop smiling like an idiot.

Your jaw dropped, even the bag you are holding, when you entered your house.

Yugyeom was sitting on your couch. You almost did not recognize him because...... what the hell did he do to his hair?

Yugyeom was sitting on your couch.

Your heart stopped. "W-What the hell?! What are you doing here?!"

He grinned lazily, stretching his long legs out. "Surprise."

You blinked rapidly, trying to process his presence. "You're supposed to be in Germany!"

"Yeah, well..." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly guilty. "I, uh, cut the trip short."

Your eyes widened. "Why?"

Yugyeom smirked, leaning forward. "Because someone was too busy staring at a bag to text me back."

Your mouth opened and closed, heat rushing to your cheeks. "I—I was just—"

"Just what?" He stood up, stepping closer. "Too distracted by the gift I picked for you?"

You swallowed hard, your pulse racing as he invaded your space. "Maybe."

His smirk softened, and he reached out, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. "Did you like it?"

You looked down at the bag, still stunned. "I love it."

Yugyeom hummed in satisfaction. "Good. Then I don't regret flying all the way here just to see you hold it."

Your breath hitched. "You flew back for me?"

He grinned, tilting his head. "Well… yeah. And maybe because I missed you like crazy."

Your heart was doing backflips at this point. "Idiot." You whispered, but you were already reaching up to pull him into a hug.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. "Yeah, yeah. But I'm your idiot." “And what the hell did you do to your hair?!” you blurted out, slightly pushing him to take in his whole new appearance. His once dark locks were now light brown, tousled messily as if he had just rolled out of bed. Yugyeom smirked, running a hand through his newly dyed hair. “You don’t like it?” “I—That’s not the point!” You threw your hands in the air. . “You’re supposed to be in Germany! And now you're here, looking like some K-drama second male lead who's about to break my heart.”

He let out a low chuckle. “Damn, is that what I look like? Should I go back to black?” You shook your head in disbelief, stepping closer. “No, it’s just… Why? And why do you look like this?”

You had to admit, his new look did something to you that you couldn’t quite explain. He looked... magical.

“Wanted a change. And… I missed you.”

Your breath hitched. “So you impulsively dyed your hair and hopped on a flight back?”

He shrugged. “Pretty much.”

You stared at him, your emotions a chaotic mix of disbelief, fondness, and something dangerously close to love. “You’re insane.”

He smirked, tugging at your wrist, making you stumble forward slightly. “Maybe. But you love me anyway, don’t you?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart was hammering in your chest. “Debatable.”

He laughed, pulling you close to him once again “Then I guess I’ll just have to make you admit it.”

You remember you have to give him what you bought from Japan also.

Your eyes widened as you suddenly remembered the shopping bags in your room. You quickly turn around making Yugyeom raise an eyebrow at your sudden movement.

"Wait, I got you something," you said, rushing over to grab them in your room, neatly wrapped package from your shopping spree in Japan.

Yugyeom smirked, watching you with amusement when you returned. "Oh? My girlfriend spoiling me now?"

"Shut up," you muttered, shoving the bag into his hands. "Just open it."

He chuckled but did as you said, tearing into the wrapping like an eager kid on Christmas morning. His eyes lit up when he pulled out the limited edition designer hoodie you had painstakingly picked for him.

"Shit," he muttered, running his fingers over the fabric. "This is sick. You really know my taste, huh?"

You shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant even though his reaction made your heart swell. "Well, you should look good if you're gonna keep making impulsive decisions like dyeing your hair brown."

He snorted. "You love it. Admit it."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "Are you gonna try it on or not?"

Yugyeom smirked, standing up and pulling the hoodie over his head in one swift motion. It fit him perfectly, and damn, you had to admit he looked really good.

"So?" he asked, striking a playful pose.

You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "Yeah, yeah. It suits you."

He stepped closer, leaning down slightly. "That all?"

You huffed, looking away. "Fine. You look hot, okay?"

He grinned, his hands sliding around your waist. "Knew it."

You groaned. "I hate you."

"Liar," he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You hesitated for a moment before reaching into the shopping bag again. Your fingers brushed against the small velvet box, and suddenly, you felt nervous. It wasn’t that serious, but still… buying a ring for someone felt kind of intimate.

Clearing your throat, you pulled out the box and handed it to Yugyeom. "I, uh… I also got you this."

He looked at the box, then back at you, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "A ring?"

You nodded. "You always wear them, and I saw this one and thought it’d look good on you."

Yugyeom opened the box, and for a moment, he just stared. Inside was a sleek silver band, simple yet elegant, something that screamed him. His long fingers traced over the metal before he slipped it onto his ring finger, testing the fit.

"Damn," he muttered, holding up his hand to admire it. "You really know me too well."

You shrugged, trying to act casual. "If you don’t like it, you don’t have to—"

"Shut up," he interrupted, stepping closer. His fingers curled around your wrist, tugging you toward him. "I love it."

Your breath hitched when he lifted your hand, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. His lips brushed your skin so softly that it sent a shiver down your spine.

"Does this mean I gotta get you one too?" he teased, his voice low and playful.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the heat creeping up your cheeks. "Just say thank you, idiot."

He grinned, his fingers lacing with yours—the ring on his hand shining under the dim light.

"Thank you, my idiot," he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your lips this time.

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