#got7 date

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Come Alive (part one)

Pairing: Jackson Wang x female reader Summary: A night out with your friends takes a very unexpected turn when a gorgeous, kindhearted stranger offers to pretend to be your boyfriend to ward off unwanted attention. All you can think about is the prospect of what could be…but for him, it’s not that simple. Genre: Fake dating au / strangers to lovers au / heartbreak / series / angst / fluff / smut Rating: 15 (Nsfw-smut in future chapters) Warnings: Making out / mentions of heartbreak / mentions of cheating (not by main characters) / slight stalking or predatory behaviour from non named, small character. W/C: 3.9k Banner: @nixiecreates creating pure perfection. Beta: @flurrys-creativity for being lovely and helpful as always. Notes: I’m back from abyss of life/work/kids and I'm writing again, if anyone still cares. I’m working on more kpop fanfic and going to try to post as regularly as I can. Please, comment and share, it really helps keep the motivation of writing going, thank you for anyone who reads! This is part one of approx five parts.

Feeling unwelcome eyes on you as you move further into the crowd to escape, gives you a knot in the pit of your stomach that pulls tightly on your insides. You try not to but end up glancing back at the man you're attempting to get away from, only to discover your suspicions are correct, he is watching your retreat with annoyance etched across his brow.

Why do some guys find the word ‘no’ such a hard answer to accept?

It's not like you were rude about it, in fact, you went out of your way to be as nice as possible but clearly, it didn't soften the blow.

You head to the bar, figuring you'll be safe for a while if you can talk to the bar staff, and pull out your phone, staring at the same message of "on our way" in your group chat. That was twenty minutes ago and you were still waiting. 

Your decision to get ready at work and come from there instead of pre drinking with the girls, now looks like a mistake.

Your gaze travels nervously back to the stranger and your stomach drops at seeing him moving slowly towards you through the crowd. For the love of…

“Can I be of any assistance?” A deep male voice sounds to your right, causing your head to snap over to the figure in the neighbouring bar stool. 

You're greeted by a handsome face with perfect features marred with a deep frown, as he nods his head in the persistent strangers direction. “He's making you uncomfortable,” he says matter-of-factly. 

You nod, surprised anyone has even noticed, the dancefloor of the club was very busy. 

“You can say that again.” You respond before ordering another drink. “Is he still heading this way?” You ask, afraid to look for yourself.

You watch the handsome stranger’s face explore the crowd, eyes scanning faces but you know when he's found him by the way darkness sweeps across his features. “He seems to be assessing the situation, just a short distance away.”

You sigh and take a long sip of your drink. “In that case, can you pretend we know each other? Then he might just decide to leave me alone.”

His responding smile is dazzling and has your mouth stretching up in a mirroring grin. 

“Not a problem, just go with me ok?” He says, as he slides your bar stool towards him, so your knees are in between his legs. “If you feel uncomfortable with anything I do, at any point, just say the word and I'll stop.” He says, leaning into your ear. “Now,” he pulls back slightly and tucks your hair behind your ear, in such a gentle manner you barely feel it, “firstly, i'm Jackson.”

His fingers softly trail down the length of your arm sending a shiver down your spine that you find yourself relishing in, rather than shying away from this complete stranger. There's oddly something comforting and wholesome about him.

“Secondly, how do you want to play this?” His hand comes to rest lightly on your thigh and when your eyes go from that to his face, your gaze locks and you can't look away. Focused on his brown eyes and how intense they stare back at you, you note a hint of sadness in them that he's trying to conceal and wonder what's the cause. 

You frown trying to understand the question he's just asked and what he means and when his mouth pulls up in a smile your eyes follow the movement.

“In the instances I've seen, men like this back off faster if they think you're with a boyfriend or love interest?” He watches you carefully, assessing your reaction.

You swallow, his scent swirling around you, like fresh linen with an underline of sweetness, is making it hard to focus, especially when the heat from his hand still on your leg is radiating through your body. 

“Yes,” you clear your throat and shift in your seat, “fine with me.”

“Like I said, at any point you're not comfortable, just say the word and I'll stop, ok?”

You nod, “got it.”

With a wide eyed smile, he takes your hand and entwines his fingers with yours, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your wrist. 

“Thank you,” you say, leaning into him slightly as you settle into your new role. “I'm waiting for my friends but they're late.”

He smiles and pushes the hair off your shoulder as he leans into your ear. “Happy to be of service, there are much worse things than pretending to be a beautiful stranger's boyfriend.”

Your cheeks grow hot at his words and you're thankful that he can't see from his position. 

“And why are you here drinking alone?” You attempt to deflect the focus from yourself, wanting to know more about him but you're aware of how his body stiffens at the question, only briefly, before relaxing again as he leans back away from you slightly. “Ah,” he sighs, “I'm attempting to ease the pain of heartbreak by drinking myself into oblivion.” His eyes avoid yours but you catch the raw emotion in them before they do. 

“I'm so sorry,” you comfortingly squeeze the hand he still holds of yours. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He brings your fingers to his mouth and kisses them, you’re mesmerised by how soft his lips are against your skin, not to mention how tender the action is.

He smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes, doesn't even come close. “Pretty clichéd stuff, I don't want to bore you with it.”

You hook a knuckle under his chin and tilt his head up, until he meets your gaze again. “Try me.”

His face visibly softens, eyebrows knitted together in anguish, he looks torn as unsure whether to share his story or if he should continue acting out your pretence. “I, er, found my girlfriend sleeping with one of my best friends.” He shrugs and shakes his head as if trying to push away the image. “I've now lost two people I cared deeply about and to be honest, I feel kind of baffled right now.”

You sit and watch as he surveys the crowd, clearly trying to distract himself from the pain. Your heart actually hurts for him. Here he was, so hurt and yet still trying to help you out and make your evening better.

“I know it's easy to say but I've been there, it does get easier.” You give him a reassuring smile, “and it may not help much right now, but it sounds to me like they're the ones who have lost something, not you.”

His face softens and his lips twitch up into a slight smile. “I appreciate that.”

Peeling your eyes away from him for the first time since you began your conversation, you take a large sip of your drink and relish the sweetness as it goes down.

Jackson looks over in the direction of the other guy. “He is persistent, isn't he?” It was clearly his turn to change the subject.

Rolling your eyes you shift closer to Jackson. “How do you feel about giving him a bit of a show?” 

His eyebrow arches as he turns his head slowly back in your direction. “What did you have in mind?” 

“Kiss me. I'm sure he'll get the hint then.” 

You see something flash in Jackson's eyes but before you can recognise what it is, it's gone as quick as it appeared. “You sure?”

Feeling yourself smiling shyly, you look up at him through your lashes, “absolutely. Only if you're comfortable with it, of course?”

“Definitely.” He whispers, standing from his stool and nudging your knees apart slightly to get closer. As he towers above you, his hands come up and gently cup either side of your jaw, arching your face up towards him, he leans down but pauses merely inches away, “you never told me your name.” 

His breath tickling your skin only draws you in more. 

“Y/n,” you reply almost breathlessly, as your heart gallops like a horse on a race track, eager to get to the finish line. 

He smiles sweetly. “Nice to meet you, y/n.” 

You take note of his blown out pupils and know, judging by the throbbing from between your legs, yours surely matches his. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and all you can do is watch as his head tilts slightly and he begins to close the space between you. His unbearably slow manoeuvre is deliberate but you grow impatient to know what his lips feel like against yours and before you register the movement, you’re grabbing his shirt and pulling him against you. 

His soft lips crash against yours and you hear his small, surprised moan as his hand suddenly finds the base of your neck, keeping you in place as he slots himself between your legs.

Behind your closed lids, all you can see is a cloudy red as heat and lust bloom inside you, sending a flush across your skin you've not experienced before. It awakens a hunger inside you that is very unexpected. The noise around you disappears as you're acutely aware of your heart pounding in your ears. The feel of your blood rushing through your veins, making your body throb with excitement, nerves raw with want. It had been a long time since you'd kissed a stranger, and a longer time since you'd let your defences down and given into a base desire. 

His hand entwines with yours before pulling you up on your feet, hearing the screech of the bar stool as it’s pushed away from you before he turns your body to the bar and cages you in, pressing his hard body against you. Your mouth devours him hungrily and when your tongue reaches out tentatively, he welcomes you in.

He tastes sweet and woody with a hint of spice, making you wonder what he was drinking but unable to focus on much apart from the sensual way he’s kissing you, slow, intentional and yet, intensely urgent.

Your mouths dance together, perfectly in sync in their own private serenade, with your hands exploring and finding their way up around his neck, fingers gripped into his hair to keep him close to you. When he moans into your mouth, you almost lose all composure as you break apart to take a breath and take control by spinning and shoving him against the bar. He arches an eyebrow in surprise as you feel his hand snake around your waist, pulling you back against him. His fingers dig into your back keeping you firmly in place, not that you want to move anywhere else at this moment. 

His scent swirls around you, sweeping you up and carrying you away, an absolute hurricane for your senses. Just when it all feels too much and when you're squeezing your thighs together for some semblance of relief, he pulls away, leaving you gasping and full of want.

He pants, breath fanning out over your face as your bodies still remain flush against each other.

The silence between you is so thick you could almost slice it with a blade. Something in your eyes reflects in his, where you both seem to revel in the sudden sexual tension between you. He remains clinging to you and the radiating heat of his body muddles your thoughts and leaves you wanting nothing more than to melt further into his embrace. This feeling between you is nothing like you were used to, passionate beyond belief. How can a stranger have you feeling this way? All you know is his name, and yet, there was something so comforting about him, so familiar.

His thumb strokes along your jaw as his mouth pulls into a smile, the action; so gentle it makes you want to lean into it but you resist.

“Wow.” He finally breaks the silence with a husky whisper.

“Wow.” You repeat, still shocked at your body's reaction to him.

You clear your throat, an attempt to also clear your hazy head and bring yourself back down to earth.

Jackson's gaze flutters begrudgingly away from you. “It worked,” he says, returning his dark eyes to you, holding your neck and studying your face like you were the Mona Lisa. “He's gone.”

If you were honest, you no longer care about the man in question, he is nothing but a tiny speck on your radar, ready to be flicked away, as if he were nothing better than a microscopic bug on a windshield. Jackson, however, is the beautiful sunset view stretched out in front of you.

Your phone vibrating in your jeans pocket makes you jump, snapping you out of whatever trance you'd been in, as you scramble to answer it, recognising one of your friends on the caller id.

“Sorry,” you say to him, as your body suddenly feels cold without him pressed against you.

He smiles but gives you the room you need.

“Hello, Jennie?”

“Babe, I'm so sorry.” You hear over the line, apology evident in her tone.

“Don't worry about it, but where the fuck are you guys?”

There's a pause long enough you have to check you still have reception, you put your finger in your other ear. “Jennie?”

“Didn't you get my messages? We're not coming.”

You pull your phone away from your ear and see you have seven unread messages from her, letting out an audible groan, you return the phone to your ear. “Why? What happened?”

“Rose and Lisa both have that stomach thing that's been going around, they're here at my place…throwing up, Jisoo turned up and fled the scene as soon as she could, not that i blame her.” 

You grimace, that does not sound fun, or like anything you want to be a part of. “Ok,” you sigh, attempting to get your head on straight, “do you need anything?”

“A hazmat suit?” She laughs and you can't help but do the same, even if her night has definitely turned out worse than yours.

You notice Jackson glance at you, hearing a one sided conversation but clearly trying not to listen in.

“Na, I'm good, girl. I'm so sorry about tonight, will you be ok getting home?”

You roll your eyes, “I'm a grown woman, I think I can manage to get a cab by myself.”

You hear an amused breath down the phone. 

“I'll call you tomorrow, ok?” You say. “Let me know if you need me to swing by at all.”

“No, go on without me, save yourself…,” her voice gets quieter as she hangs up, making you giggle. 

“Everything ok?” Jackson asks, genuine concern furrowing his brow.

You sigh, returning to your stool at the bar, “I got stood up.”

He frowns and joins you, taking his seat. “By your friends?” 

You nod, unsure whether you want to go home just yet or get to know Jackson a bit more. “Two of them have got some kind of bug.” 

There’s a moment of pensive silence between you.

“Before I spotted you,” he starts, “I was about to leave, I'd been staring into an empty glass long enough.”

You take note of the sudden sadness in his tone and your heart strings tug in his direction.

“If you're ready to go, we can share a cab, if you like?” He asks, seeming somewhat hesitant, amusing seeing as he had his tongue down your throat only a moment ago.

“Sure, that would be great.” 

You can't help the disappointment you feel settling into the pit of your stomach, clearly not ready to cut the night short with him but, understanding in his current heartbreak state, it may not be the best time. 

He grabs his jacket from the chair, draping it over his arm, then pulls out his phone and books a taxi on his app. “Should be here in seven minutes. Shall we head out?”

Nodding, you take the hand he offers you and let him lead you out through the compact crowd on the dancefloor.

The cold night air hits you, a stark contrast to the heat you felt inside, and you feel foolish for not bringing a jacket, forgetting how cool the night air can be.

A shiver runs through you, as you fold your arms across your chest at an attempt to stave off the chill. Jackson must notice, as something caresses your shoulders and when you look down, his jacket is draped around you.

“No, no, it's ok–” 

“I'm afraid I have to insist,” he cuts you off with a challenging smirk and you relent, pulling the thick material around you.

“Thank you,” you reply quietly, as you both walk slowly to the corner of the next road, away from the main entrance of the club.

“So what do you do in your spare time, aside from playing the part of ‘knight in shining armour’?” You ask, into the sudden awkward silence.

His responding laugh lights up the darkness of the night, coupled with a smile so bright that even the sun must envy him.

“That's not a title I've had before.” He glances at you shyly, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. “You want the run down of me huh?”

You nod encouragingly.

“Ok, well, I have a lot of active hobbies, I go running almost everyday, rock climbing at the weekends, I love basketball and I did fencing as a child so I occasionally dip a toe back into it. Aside from that, I play piano and write music, I can speak four languages, I’m allergic to cats, I really hate spicy food, I have an older brother and I work for a fashion company.”

He shrugs at the end like none of it was the slightest bit impressive as you try to process the information.

“You speak four languages?” You ask, unable to hide the shock.

He nods and smiles bashfully. “I mean, yeah, I guess so.”

“How? One is hard enough but four, you’re just gluten for punishment really.”

He laughs again. “Hey, I didn’t say I didn’t find it hard, I guess I'm just very determined.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you pause when you come to the corner and perch on the wall of one of the buildings, the cold stone through your jeans causes you to shiver.

“Your turn.” He takes a seat next to you, watching your face, awaiting your response.

You pause, thinking if you had anything as interesting as that to tell him, feeling slightly embarrassed by your dull life. “Well, I'm not as interesting as you but, I too go running a few times a week and I go to yoga class twice a week, that’s all the physical activity I partake in. I work for an animation studio, which is my dream job and I love it there. I also have an older brother, who annoys the hell out of me but he’s my favourite person in the whole world, although I'd die if he ever found that out.” You both laugh and you can’t help but notice the genuine interest twinkling in his eyes as you talk. “I love lazy sundays of sleeping in, reading and ordering take out. Going out for breakfast is my favourite weekend activity and I’m a sucker for a dessert. I'll choose sweet over savoury every day of the week.”

He opens his mouth to speak but the taxi honking his horn as he arrives in front of you, makes you both jump and steals your attention.

Jackson holds the door open for you and you slide in along the leather seats. Inside it smells of perfume, alcohol and take away, you waste no time opening the window on your side as he climbs in next to you. You tell the driver your address as you're the first drop off and your short journey begins.

“That's quite a statement,” Jackson says over the quiet music on the radio, brow heavy with confusion. “Sweet over savoury?”

“There's not a doubt in my mind about it,” you reiterate, “desserts are the queens of meals.” 

“But what about starters?”

You shrug. “I think they're overrated.”

His mouth pops open as he stares at you, the action so comical you can't help but erupt with laughter. 

“Listen, I could take you to a dessert place that would literally change your life, and I can guarantee you'd move over to my way of thinking.”

He raises a brow. “I love your confidence. I just might have to accept that challenge.”

Your stomach flips at the prospect of seeing him again as you try to quell the excitement blooming inside you. “Well, you better get ready to lose.” You poke your tongue out at him and do not fail to notice the way his eyes travel hungrily to the action but before either of you have a chance to act on it, the car pulls to a stop.

“I think this is you,” Jackson says, getting out of the car and rushing around to open your door. You take the hand he holds out to you and let him pull you gently from the cab. When you’re upright you realise then how close your bodies are once again, basking in the heat from his body and definitely no longer needing the jacket. You tilt your head up to him and your eyes connect in a heated, yet hesitant stare. His hands linger at your hips, suddenly unsure where the boundary is.

“Thank you, for tonight,” you say quietly, every movement seeming so loud outside your apartment building. 

“It was my pleasure.” He smirks and the way your core clenches has you releasing a shaky breath. “Thank you, for taking my mind off things tonight. You proved there is enjoyment after heartbreak, I've barely thought about my ex whilst in your company.”

Your mouth turns up in a smile before you can try and stop it. “I'm happy to oblige any time.”

He opens his mouth but closes it again, eyes still focused on yours but glazed with conflict. “I know the timing isn't great, but would you maybe want to have dinner…or dessert sometime?”

You laugh at the conversation in the cab. Your heart swells in your chest and you take a breath to quell your excitement. “If I give you my number, then you can message me when you're ready, how about that?”

He nods, features soft, kind eyes sweeping over your face as he hands you his phone. This man is so intense, you find it hard to focus on anything, even breathing feels like a struggle when his gaze is on you. You type in your number and save it, before handing it back. He leans in and for a second you prepare yourself for another wild, steamy kiss, but instead his lips meet your cheek in a gentle caress, a featherlight touch that has you wanting more but understanding it's not the right time for him.

You smile and walk over to your building, turning to have one last look at him as you pass the threshold and only regretting it with how devastatingly handsome he looks leaning up against the car, watching and waiting for you to get home safely. As he waves and gives you one last smile so sexy you bite your lips as you watch the door close, separating the two of you and ending your surprising night with him.

[minjoongism]

i saw @thirstkanaphan doing the 30 day ateez challenge and i wanted to join in bc i feel like i’ve seen enough content to answer all the questions now + any excuse to talk (especially about ateez) is one i will take 🙂‍↕️

day 1: what got you into ateez?

funnily enough it was a friend who isn’t even an active ateez listener did 😭 i asked for kpop recs from a few people during the off-season of a sport i’m invested in because i had no other fandoms to engage with and ateez was one of the groups that got recommended to me based on my favourite songs from previous recommendations. since i’d sort of heard Of them before (i’d seen various non-song clips of them all but never pieced together that they were all 1) in a kpop group and 2) in the SAME kpop group) i decided to check them out, so i watched a guide video so i at least knew how many of them there were, and then a couple of days later i had a long train journey so i pulled up their essentials playlist on apple music and listened to it from start to finish. one song in (crazy form) and i knew they were something special, and by song three (guerrilla) i realised i loved them and i wasn’t going anywhere <3 and now they’ve taken over my brain <3

[jyslacefront]

THE NIGGAS THAT HAVE SOLD OUT ARENAS OF 50K

ONLY HAD

LESS THAN 15K SEATS AVAILABLE???? ARE WE OUT OF OUR MINDS??????

[happysprings]

Summary - y/n is one of the leading artist yet giving back to back hits somehow the hype she deserved was not coming around. Where Mark Tuan from got7 soon will have their comeback almost after 3 years. So right 2 year ago your company approached Mark Tuan's Team for a fake dating contract. The terms were clear that the contract will last for a year and you as his on screen girlfriend you'll have to drop off hints so that fans and they would start to investigate, in between making public appearances together, wearing the same kind of clothes etc. Everything was planned then at the end of 1 year what changes and how both of you are doubtful whether it is true or not.

Chapter 1

"Are you crazy? Why will Mark Tuan agree to this contract??" You asked your manager and he replied "they too have their terms!" You raise your eyebrows and ask "really what do they want??" "They want you to promote Mark Tuan and got7 as a whole through videos songs dance etc, all that tik tok stuff." Told your manager. You were leaving the room and he shouted "get ready we need to meet with Mark Tuan and his team for contract." You went to your room and got yourself changed. Soon you reached the location. You finally saw Mark and his team waiting for you. You and your team greeted everyone and settled. The manager briefed about the contract ".....So you guys need to promote each other's work and culture, and drop subtle hints about each other, let the fandom find out." Your manager informed both of you. In that meantime Mark's manager said "y/n you know jackson right?" Hearing this you nodded "okay you know, now got7 is practicing for comeback, you should join them sometimes to spend time and I think you two should speak to each other and spend some time, so that when you both make public appearances it looks natural and y/n I hope you can try bonding with the other got7 members as well also Mark can promote some of your movies. Once your relationship is revealed let's make a music video together. " You nodded but you saw Mark eyeing his manager. Soon everyone left and it's just you and Mark. You tried to start the conversation "Hey...what are your plans?" He looked at you and said "I have practice in half an hour.... You wanna join if you're free??" Without wasting time you replied "sure! Anyway I am here for a vacation, so I'm not doing anything until next to next week" he smiled and said "you can come in my car" you said okay and made your way. You informed your manager that you are going with Mark. You mark and his managers settled at the van. Mark was busy on call with someone while you were chatting with his staff. Soon you reached the destination. You walked behind his manager. As you reached the studio everyone greeted you unknowingly. Then you removed your mask Jackson shouted "y/n it's been so long ..." Saying he came and hugged you. "Last time we saw each other was on idol producer." You responded "yes..it's been really long... Btw I am super excited for your comeback." "But how come you're here.? " He asked you "long story....Mark will tell you" while you were talking with Jackson and bambam you heard Mark calling you. You went near him and he told you "got a call from the PR team they want you to put a story of this studio without showing anyone's face." You nodded and went to click a picture. After doing it you give him a thumbs up. Bambam asked "so are you on vacation or what??" "Sort of vacation but working as well." You replied "so anything going on with Mark hyung?" Bambam asked hearing this you smiled awkwardly and repeated yourself "I still think you should talk to Mark first". After some time you got a call from your friend saying that she is free and now she can roam around Seoul with you. You came back and you waited till Mark got free and you whispered in his ear "I am going out.....I have plans with my friend" he smiled and informed his manager to drop you off. Soon you reached your location and met your friend Gia. You saw her waiting at the convenience store as you reached she said "Did Mark Tuan dropped you here???" To which you replied "nooo, but his manager did." "Is he actually so cute and handsome?" You replied "is he is good looking." Again through another question "can you hook him up with me ?" You rolled your eyes. You both ate at a convenience store and went to han river. On their side Mark was sitting with JayB and youngjae "so dating a foreign celebrity....your PR team suggested?" Mark nodded and Youngjae asked "what about Natasha?" "Yet to talk to her!" Said Mark.

"instead why don't you leave her....she is using you for your fame and money!" Said Jackson soon after Jinyoung joined "true...I seriously don't know why you are even with her..... honestly Y/n is far better than Natasha!" Hearing this Mark shouted "you just met Y/N how can you judge." But Jackson spoke "I have known her for the longest time here and personally speaking she is one of the most kind hearted souls you can ever have, plus she is utterly talented. You should check out her videos and some movies as well." On the other hand you and your friends Nabi and Gia were at Namsan Tower. Nabi spoke " I heard he has a girlfriend. Why he want to pretend to be your boyfriend? " Soon Gia spoke "what really I thought he was single. " She made a sad face "well I don't know about his girlfriend or what... We never spoke about that ever'" you said. Hearing this something clicked in Gia and she said "Yes I remember I think his girlfriend is natasha. ," hearing this you ask "who is Natasha?" she shouted "I know I know I know..." You hold her and said " calm down... What do you know???" Gia spoke again "she is an actress but she doesn't know how to act.... Like each and every drama she did, she got criticized because she doesn't know how to act. She is doing a drama with jinyoung. I am the assistant director there and man trust me I am pissed. " You don't say anything. Soon Nabi changes the topic and she suggested go to a barbecue. Which you agreed. Soon you reached there and ordered. You guys were having fun, talking a bunch of nonsense, drinking and singing. Soon Gia spots got7 members in the same restaurant and she whispered loudly "I think I am so drunk that I see got7 there." And pointed at another table as you and nabi turned around you spotted jackson mark and jayb. You said "okay let's ignore them. We are here for ourselves." After that none of you turned around. As you guys were leaving a family shouted you "y/n....." Hearing this everyone turned their head. You were drunk and you smiled sheepishly. Jackson Mark and Jayb too turned around. Jackson waved you hello as well. The family shouted and jumped in excitement "Y/N oh my godddd...I never thought i would meet you here in Korean. " Said the wife you smiled and shook hands with them they requested for a picture they were constantly chanting "y/n we are your big fan...we have watched all your movies, we watched your music videos as well and man!! your voice is like honey." You smiled and hugged all of them and clicked multiple pictures as they were leaving the husband said "Y/n ma'am I am very sorry on behalf of my family that we disrupted your personal time. " Hearing this you said "no no it's totally fine ...enjoy with your family and thanks to all of you for loving me this much." And soon they left and sat near Mark and Jackson and Jayb and they heard the family spoke "all the news about her is true, she is actually very grounded and humble. There is a reason why everyone loves her." The moment these words left from their mouth Jackson shouted "I told you she is the kindest soul ever. See others also feel the way. " Mark didn't say anything he just turn around to look at you but you were gone. The table was empty now

[jae-bums]

Got7 comeback news and Jay B's album has all the inactive ahgase pages coming out of retirement. I love that for us 💚🐥

[dropthedemiurge]

I really love iKON just because when all the other kpop groups try their best to be idols, iKON are doing their best to be less idols as much as possible xD

They pull faces and weird poses on red carpets, they spill tea and tell extremely embarrassing stories on tv, they take photos in their underwear and show up at fansigns in their favourite worn out T-shirts. They are extremely shy and confused at how to talk with other idols but they are gonna come up to fans to chill and bring them food, and they will suddenly run to pizza place and grocery shops to pay for your meal like a crazy neighbour guy. They be like "oh yeah, I married yesterday, anyway, look at the photo where I slept for 2 hours on a floor behind the curtain before the concert, isn't it funny"

iKON broke so many stereotypes and kpop rules and limitations when the whole world told them "you can't". Each member went on like 4-6 survival shows and they just do not give a fuck anymore. They were in yg basement for 10 years, they got depression and a trauma from losing their leader, yet they are unkillable. First group in kpop - again, breaking norms and paving the way for others - they left the agency and stayed together and kept the name because they couldn't imagine breaking up and losing all the songs they weren't able to release. They cried about loving each other so much and staying as more than a family was more important to them than their career - all while laughing that if it wasn't for a kpop group, they wouldn't befriend any of the members lmao.

They are idols for idols but iKON only want to present you their talents and crawl back to being just some dudes. But no, they are even just some dudes on a stage, too. Randomly hijacking festivals and making it their party with all fandoms. Laughing crazily and smiling when they dance because even forgetting choreo or all microphones and music not working isn't a good reason to not have fun with the crowd.

iKON have such a happy-go-crazy attitude and it's a breath of fresh air in modern kpop industry that I love so much. And now they finally have their freedom in new agency 🥺 And freedom looks so damn good on them.

[nightshadeblooming]

ahh a fellow seonghwa simp, i see hyune’s bestie is a woman of culture 💅.

i am not looking forward to fuckass netizens and sasaengs harassing my poor girl (like, in a good way, for story purposes - we love angst in this house). like, go outside! touch grass!! get some dick or pussy!!! why would you want your idols to be bitchless 😭😭 could never be me.

insecurity pt. I // hh texts

Title: Insecurity pt I Genre: fake texts, friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort Pairing: idol bsf!Hyunjin x fem!reader

Summary: Being best friends with Hwang Hyunjin, you're bound to end up in tabloids at some point. But when a dating rumor spreads and is followed by miles upon miles of hate, you have to confront why it bothers you so much.

Warnings: Park Seonghwa simping, jealous Hyunjin, matching each other's freak bffs, Seungmin mention

notes: as always, thank you @ramadiiiisme for the lovely brainstorming and ideas for this entire series you're the best <3

SS: 16

(ignore timestamps)(intro to friend/work dynamics)

tag list : @amarecerasus @kumariiai @diekleinesuesse @captainchrisstan @0omillo0 @katexstay @younggwingss @darlingsoulbeautifulthoughts @feetoffthemalfoy @seungminsapuppy @stilldontknowhoiam @hanadulsetaad @idiotmaterial @micr0c0soms @luvv1anime @imeverycliche @luvv1anime @starygw3n @depressedarlling @riri53 @bangchansgirlsblog @skzstannie @sellomaybe @lailac13 @my-neurodivergent-world @4ng3l-ch1ld @ellelabelle @velvetmoonlght @whokno-ows @ravengxbss @brbwritingfanfic @dearbisky @r1nstaaa @dolphin-scream-s @beewilko @nightshadeblooming @wickedbutlovely @ebnabi @thatgirlangelb @notastraykid @ka0ila @scarlet789 @nightshadeblooming @xdbug-bob @blckchrryy @mthebookwyrm @its-stayville-forever @marshmallowtraver @sunlix143

[abandoned-anemoia]

Misc Masterlist

This is a masterlist of all of the works I do that I dont write enough for them to have their own masterlist :)

Enhypen

Fears Beyond Imagination (horror, platonic!enha)

Monsta X

BTS

GOT7

TXT

Red Velvet

Obey Me!

Bucky Barnes

Leon Kennedy

Spencer Reid

[justwritedreams]

every time i hear the drama and gossip of famous western artists and their fandom i understand why i prefer being a quiet kpop fan 🤣🤣

[yoonia]

Love is Banned | jay b

— title: Love Is Banned | pairings: Jaebum/Jay B (GOT7) x female reader | genre: pwp (porn with very little plot), post break-up!au, brother’s best friend!au | word count: 10,901 words 

— summary | Heartbroken beyond repair, you escape to your brother’s place hours away from home, desperate to avoid the Valentine’s Day soiree happening around you—only to find yourself trapped in the middle of his love-filled house party. Seeking solitude, you are surprised to find the perfect source of comfort from the last person you had ever expected to meet tonight.

— full fic ratings & warnings | +18 / M for mature; involves swearing, alcohol consumption, drunk sex (with consent), explicit sex, teasing and drunk flirting, sex/dirty talk, soft dom!Jaebum, inexperienced reader, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, clit play, hair pulling (male), restraints/light bondage, light spanking, breast play, nipple play, biting, rough sex, exhibitionism kink, minor pain kink, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, unprotective sex, creampie, minor aftercare. 

— fic drop date: March 18th, 2025 | read on AO3 | main masterlist | wip | mailbox | feedback box | ko-fi | divider credit

— story note: part of Lost Boys: Threadbare Hearts series | I was supposed to post this on Valentine’s Day, but life kept getting in the way and this took way longer than expected to finish. This fic was roughly edited, but I hope you can still enjoy reading this one. | If you’re interested to be tagged/notified on any of the other stories included in the series, please enter your blog username/url through the taglist form here.

— tracklist: worst behaviour — kwn, kehlani / I can’t wait to get there — the weeknd / slow grind — muni long / slow — wizkid, anais cardot

“You’re not supposed to be here.” 

Those words slip out of you before you can stop yourself.

Because this room was supposed to be empty. At least, that was what you were hoping to find when you came up here. 

Placed far in the hidden corner upstairs of your brother’s home, the small guest room should have been a safe place. It should have been able to keep you far from the racket happening below. 

As far as you know, the room is rarely used—except as a second storage room where your brother would stash his old personal things once he’s no longer using them or when you need to stay over for the night with no disturbance from your brother and his guests. Apart from the two of you, you’ve never known anyone ever using the room. 

That had been the reason why you went upstairs and straight to here once you got the chance to escape. To get away from the damn party that you wanted no part in, expecting some peace and quiet, and a moment to yourself. 

You never expected to find the room—your safe haven—already occupied. 

“I don’t see any rules telling me to stay out of this place,” the man sitting in the darkness responds to you in a mocking tone. You recognise his voice before you get to see his face, as he is almost completely hidden in the shadows with none of the lights turned on, and with his back resting against the foot of the bed where the lights coming through the window can’t reach him. 

Judging from the slight slur in his speech, and the large bottle of liquor sitting on his side with half of its content mostly gone, you can tell that he already has some alcohol running in his system. Possibly from drinking here all alone while everyone else is trashing your brother’s home. 

He lets out a low chuckle and continues, “And, as far as I know, you don’t live here, so I don’t think you’re one to make the rules anyway.”

You cross your arms, going on the defensive—something that your body has been trained to do since you were a teenager facing the group of rowdy boys that your older brother hung out with back in school. “That’s not what I meant.” 

Another low chuckle comes from him before he finally moves, leaning forward until his face is visible under the streaks of dim light filtering from the hallway behind you. Just as expected, your uninvited guest turns out to be Jaebum, one of your brother’s high school best friends who seems to be hanging out around him still. Seeing the recognition on your face, he shows you a grin that no doubt would have been able to make every girl coming in his path blush from head to toe. 

Of course, you would know this to be true. You are a woman, after all, and you used to be one of those girls who were drawn to them. Not just girls, too. Other seniors used to flock around them, following everything they did at school while vying for their attention. With your brother being a part of their group, you would often find them hanging out at your family’s house after school, either in the living room or your brother’s bedroom, something that everyone else had always been so envious of while you could never find the comfort in as they used to invade your safe space.

Just like what he is doing now. 

You should have expected to find at least one of your brother’s friends to be around when you first came and saw the party happening, knowing that they still hang out together even after years have gone by. You just didn’t expect you were going to come across one of them this way. 

“Why are you here anyway? The party’s downstairs,” you curiously ask him once you’ve gotten over your shock. Seeing him now, you cannot help but picture the way you remember him from all those years ago. Years may have passed, but it doesn’t seem like he has changed all that much. He still seems like the same older boy who once made your stomach flutter whenever he was near or when he gave you a bit of attention. 

“I’m not really in the mood to join the party,” Jaebum says, shrugging, “I should be asking you the same thing. Why aren’t you downstairs with your brother? I thought you drove all the way here to join his party.” 

As if.

You narrow your eyes and scoff, murmuring almost to yourself, “I was supposed to come here to avoid all kinds of parties.”

That was the truth, anyway. While you’ve never specifically celebrated Valentine’s Day before, you’re not someone who has any aversion towards it either. Until recently, when you finally have the reason to. 

Dealing with a breakup only days before Valentine’s Day did that to you. It made you become sceptical and bitter, almost allergic to the love fest happening around you. So you decided that you had enough. Knowing how similar your brother is to you when it comes to Valentine’s Day, you drove hours away to his house, thinking that you would be able to spend the night and have the chance to confide in your brother. 

What a surprise it was for you to find the house packed with his friends and colleagues, with most—if not all of them—wearing pink, partying together with your brother who had his new girl of the season clinging to his side. 

How was I supposed to know that he was so smitten and in love with someone he met while we weren’t in contact that he felt like celebrating tonight? 

“Are you staying or going?” Jaebum asks, pointing at the opened door behind you with his chin, with you still standing on the threshold like a lost kitten. “You’re letting all the noise come in. I came here with just as much need to avoid all the ruckus as much as you do.” 

Realising that he is right, and you are at risk of missing your only chance to hide from your brother and all the excitement happening downstairs, you step deeper into the room, closing the door firmly behind you. The moment you are engulfed in the darkness, however, you immediately begin to regret it. 

Shutting the door only means that you are stuck in the same room with him, with no lights—except for the reflecting streetlights you see coming from the window—and possibly no escape. You look over your shoulder, longing for the brief of peacefulness you found in the hallway, instead of whatever awkwardness waiting for you should you choose to say.  

A low chuckle is heard, and you turn to face your brother’s best friend only to see that he isn’t sharing the same uneasiness you are feeling about this odd situation. 

“Now, that’s better. So are you going to join me? You’re not going to just stand there all night until the party’s over, are you?” Jaebum teases you as he leans back against the bed, getting as much comfortable as he can while he sits on the cold floor. “Come sit here with me. I don’t bite,” he says while tapping the empty spot right next to him, his grin widening when he adds, “Unless you ask me to.” 

You are left with no other options. Saying no to his offer would either send you back to the party downstairs or back to the room you’ll be sleeping in tonight, which is the other guest room that is closer to where the party is since your brother had insisted on keeping you close tonight. Just when you try to imagine yourself turning back around to get back to the party instead of staying, a loud cheer echoes through the house. 

Looks like whatever game they did just ended, you wonder, as another cheer breaks through and people start chanting again, telling you that the party is still far from over. Might as well stay here for now rather than regretting it later. 

“Fine,” you say with a sigh, before lifting the bottle of whiskey in your hand—one that you stole from the makeshift bar that your brother had set up in the kitchen. “I’ll share if you share yours.”

Through the dim light, you see the familiar grin spreading on his face again. “Don’t worry, I’m quite generous when it comes to sharing pleasure,” he teases with a wink, causing your cheeks to burn. 

“Whatever,” you respond, trying your best not to get affected by his presence as you walk over to join him. 

As you settle back against the foot of the bed, staying just an arm’s length away from him to stay close yet still distant enough to feel comfortable, your eyes fall on the bottles sitting next to him. The large bottle of high-quality branded liquor has been reduced to nearly half of its content, and there are a couple of small vodka bottles lying close by, with varying levels of contents—either half drunk, emptied, and only two of them still full.   

Was he really thinking about drinking all of this alone? 

Jaebum tilts his head, noticing the way you are eyeing his drinks. “See anything you’re interested in trying?” 

“No, I’m fine,” you hurriedly answer, then take a long drink straight from your bottle to hide your face. You wince at the strong taste of whiskey, but you tough it out and force yourself to speak calmly as if nothing happened, “You look like you’re trying to drink your entire life away.” 

Jaebum follows your gaze and laughs softly. “Is that how it looks?” he hums, picking up a small, nearly finished bottle of vodka and tossing the rest of its content down his throat. He savours the taste with a groan and says, “Hmmm…maybe I am. ” 

He opens his eyes and looks at you with glossy eyes. Combined with the small smile he is giving you, it’s enough to cause those old familiar flutters to rise in your chest and stomach. You pick up your bottle, taking a mouthful of drink out of it that burns your throat, hoping that it would be enough to wash the feeling down, and maybe cool yourself off before it turns into something more. 

Something completely unbidden.  

It takes only a couple of shared drinks before you finally start sharing each other’s stories, spilling all the heartaches and misfortunes that both of you have been dealing with while living away from home. 

It’s quite surreal to think that both you and Jaebum can find something to relate to and share aside from the booze that you’ve smuggled away from the party. You also find it pleasingly surprising that opening up and talking about your problems turns out to be helpful. 

Even more surprising is that it seems equally helpful for both of you. 

For you, who had just been dumped by your college boyfriend merely months after he started his new job in a different city, claiming that being in a long-distance relationship was a risk he wasn’t willing to take when he was building his career. 

For Jaebum, who had to watch his ex-fiancee marrying someone else just over the weekend, only less than a year from the day they broke off the engagement when she first claimed to be having cold feet about the thought of marriage. 

“Well, that sucks,” is all that you can say once he is done sharing his story. 

Hearing your comment, Jaebum lets out an incredulous laugh. “Really? That’s all you’re going to say after I just opened up about the lowest moment of my life?”  

You only laugh and shrug it off. “What more do you want me to say? Are you hoping for some kind of wise advice? From me? Or a pat on the back while I promise you that everything will be okay?” you retort with a snort, and you don’t miss the way Jaebum rolls his eyes on you. 

“I wish I had more to say, but I’m not good with words and I don’t even know you or your ex enough to comment about your life,” you stop with a bitter chuckle, “—or her poor choices.” 

Leaning back, you let out a deep sigh. You cannot help but realise that despite the different circumstances you both find yourselves in, you can't deny how similar your situations truly are. “But I do know how terrible it feels to know that the person you want to be with isn’t thinking the same about you. It just—” You let out another sigh, and add, ”—sucks, to be the one left behind feeling like you’ve been tossed aside.” 

Jaebum says nothing for a moment but clearly appears to be thinking deeply. “I don’t even know your ex,” he says, “but I can judge—hard—and say that he’s a moron.” 

“My brother said the same.” A bitter chuckle slips out of you when you think about your brother’s reaction when you first told him about the bad breakup. You may not have told your brother all the details about your fallen relationship yet, but he was able to comment about what a fool your ex had been to sacrifice a good relationship that he had spent years building with you for a new job that he had barely dedicated a month of his time, much less his entire life to.

But was the relationship you had with him really all that good? Was it enough for you to hold on to those memories as much as you did?

Looking up to the dark ceiling above you, you let your mind wander, as if you can see your entire life written somewhere up there. “I’ve been trying to think of him the same way but it’s hard to do it when I keep remembering all the good things we shared. They might not have been much, but the good memories keep overlapping with all the bad ones just when I try to forget them.”

Jaebum scoffs lightly from your side and nods. “Unfortunately, I can agree on that one.”

To hear the tone in his voice as he says that, and see the haunted look in his eyes when you look at him, an ache pulses in your chest. At the same time, you are surprised to find some comfort just by being here with him, listening to him opening up to you while sharing your own story in a way you haven’t been able to do with anyone else—allowing your lonely, broken souls to meet each other’s match. 

Just as silence forms thickly around you, you find yourself looking far back into a distant past and seeing yourself when you were younger. You can also Jaebum then, existing alongside your brother’s other close friends who seemed hard to reach, much less to talk to. 

Not the same way you’re doing it now, anyway. 

“You know, I always thought you guys were snobs back then. Or maybe I was too intimidated by you. You were all popular in school, and my brother’s warning to stay away from you guys didn’t help much in making me feel less wary about getting close.” 

Jaebum snaps a look at you and barks out a laugh. “Wait—What? What did your brother say about us?” 

You shrug, smiling when you explain with a chuckle, “He just said it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to get close to you guys. Told me to stay away and not fall for any of your charms and get tricked into joining your band of groupies.” 

Once again, Jaebum laughs. “Why the fuck would he say something like that?” 

“Who knows?” you answer with a shrug, feigning innocence as you bite back a smile. 

Because you know exactly why your brother would give you such a warning. 

Compared to your older brother, who was considered one of the most popular kids at school, you were way more inexperienced—both in socialising with people and in relationships. 

Your brother may have managed to keep his dating life private—from you, at least—yet the same couldn’t be said about his close friends. Jaebum and the others were quite notorious when it involved the rotation of girls they were constantly seen dating and hanging out with. Most of the boys were known as players, always spreading their charms to anyone around while breaking hearts left and right. 

“I guess he was just looking out for me,” you finally admit out loud, realising that your brother may have caught your eyes wandering whenever his friends were close. It was hard not to pay attention when you had these attractive seniors hanging around nearby, sometimes even at your home with your brother. “Even if he used to tease me, he’s still my older brother, after all.” 

Jaebum lets out a scoff and laughs. “That’s funny, seeing that he gave us all different kinds of warning when it came to you.” 

“What do you mean? What kind of warning?” 

Turning his head, Jaebum’s grin widens when he sees your reaction. “He told us that you were off limits. That we shouldn’t even think about talking or flirting with you, much less to ask you out.” Your jaw drops, which only makes him laugh. “Some of us suspected that Bambam had this silly crush on you back then, but was quick to back off after your brother warned us to stay away.” 

Surprised to hear this, you cannot help but laugh. It’s not unusual for your brother to meddle with your business. Back then, being a curious teenager, having a meddling older brother felt like a burden. You used to hate it growing up, even if you knew that he only had nothing but good intentions to keep you safe from harm. Looking back at it now as an adult, you only think that the whole situation is hilarious. 

“Can’t believe that you guys were so afraid of my brother to follow his silly rules,” you gently mock him while shaking your head. 

“Hey! That’s not fair! Have you ever seen your brother when he got mad? Like, really mad?” Jaebum defends himself. 

You only laugh in return, knowing exactly what he is talking about. You have seen your older brother’s other side that shows up whenever he is angry, and it’s not often that he may overreact over trivial things that are out of his control. But it doesn’t stop you from finding it funny for a group of bad boys to be so afraid of your brother to not risk breaking his rules. 

Not that you believe that you ever had any chance with these boys in the past. You never even dreamed of having any of them make a move on you, much less pay attention to you. You know exactly what kind of girls they were attracted to, and you never saw yourself as anything remotely on par with any of those girls. 

“I thought you were tough guys who’d love a challenge. At least, if I remember correctly, that was something that some of you used to brag about back then.” 

“You’re one to talk,” Jaebum scoffs. “Have you ever taken a risk, even knowing the consequences and not knowing if it’s going to be worth it?” 

You stop for a moment to think. “Well—” 

You feel hesitant to answer, only because your mind immediately goes to the things you’ve done only to end up having your heart, hope, and dreams broken to pieces as a result. The latest risk you’ve taken, especially, involved giving your heart to a senior you met at college—someone who was smarter, more popular—that you kept questioning if you were living a dream. You’ve even come close to giving up your dream, ready to take a huge risk of moving to another city and starting over just to be with that person.

And look at where it has gotten you now. Abandoned and forgotten, left to pick up all the broken pieces, only because he wasn’t willing to take the same risk to be with you. 

When you still have no answer, Jaebum lets out a scoff. “I knew it. What would a strait-laced girl like you know about taking risks? You should try to live out your life a little, be daring, then you can argue with me about what taking risks truly means.” 

You hear what he is saying, yet your mind is stuck on one simple detail. You’ve never really talked to him so openly before, so you’ve never known how he really sees you as a person. Hearing it coming from him only makes you reflect on yourself the way you never did before. 

Strait-laced? You wonder to yourself. Is that really how people see me?

You must admit that it doesn’t make you feel good to be seen that way. Having good grades throughout school and college and being a nice girl growing up doesn’t make you a prude. 

“Hey, I’ve done stuff!” You turn to face him and start defending yourself. “Unlike you, I’ve done real daring stuff while I was away for college. I climbed a rocky mountain after graduation and built camp on the rocky peaks while there was a storm. I did bungee jumping and paragliding when I went to Bali last summer. I went surfing and—” 

Jaebum raises his hands in surrender mode and laughs, cutting you off before you can continue listing all the extreme things you’ve tried ever since you left home. “Okay, daredevil. So you took risks against nature. That’s great and all, but I’m talking about the other risks. Much like how you’re daring me to cross your brother.” 

You swallow hard, knowing exactly what he is saying. You look away when you start feeling deep regret over your past decisions and heartaches weighing heavy in your chest. “Oh, have I done those as well.” 

Jaebum must have noticed something shifting in your mood, because his gaze softens. So does his voice when he asks, “Was it worth it?” 

You let out a bitter laugh. “Would I be here planning to drink my ass off until I forget my name if it was?” 

A knowing look passes over his gaze. “Your last break up.” He nods, then raises his bottle to knock it against yours. “Maybe you were betting on the wrong things to take a risk on.” 

You can only smile. “And of course, you would know about it.” 

The low chuckle that he gives as a response sounds hollow. “I sure do.” 

Leaning back against the bed again, you take a drink from your bottle—suddenly noticing that you may have gone through more than half of it—and gently ask him, “Tell me then, how do I know what kind of risk I can bet on which I won’t be regretting later on?” 

“You know that’s not how it works,” Jaebum says with a low chuckle, “And I don’t think I’m the right person to teach you something like that.” 

“Right,” you hum to yourself, suddenly realising how silly it is for you to ask him for such advice. 

“Maybe you can start small. Instead of diving directly into something serious like a relationship or making plans to build a future with the first person you meet who gives you attention.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Such as?” 

“Ever been on a one-night stand?” 

You burst out laughing. “What?” 

“No? Never? Yeah, I don’t think so,” he says while shaking his head. While he is right in assuming your lack of experience in that field, it doesn’t stop you from wanting to defend yourself. 

“Hey, wait a min—” 

“How about casual flings? Anything other than your serious relationships? Ever been in one?” 

You open your mouth to answer, only to immediately shut it back up before admitting loudly, “No, not really.” 

He nods. “I figured.” 

Your jaw drops. You look at him with narrowed eyes. “What does that supposed to mean?” 

He tilts his head as he looks at you. At this point, you are beginning to dread the way his grin seems so enticing, and how his low voice is starting to make you feel things inside when he speaks. “It’s just that I can’t see you hooking up with random people just for fun.” 

You bite your lips, hating the fact that he is right. You hate knowing he can read you easily even when he barely knows you aside from being his best friend’s sister. But something must have gone wrong with your head—or perhaps you’ve drunk too much alcohol tonight—because you cannot stop thinking about what he is trying to say. 

“You’re right, it’s not something that I can see myself getting into,” you admit with a small voice, as you look back into your life and wonder how different it would have been for you if you weren’t someone who feels too much, and too deeply, when it comes to relationships. 

“Maybe I should change that,” you finally say, almost to yourself rather than Jaebum. Still, it doesn’t miss Jaebum’s attention that he whips his head towards you.

“Huh? What do you mean?” 

You ignore him, already getting too deep in your thoughts—perhaps something that you shouldn’t be doing when you have alcohol in your system. “I’m saying that maybe you’re right.” 

“Wait, I didn’t say anything,” Jaebum quickly interjects. 

“I never gave casual relationships or hooking up any thought because I’m afraid I’d get emotionally attached, like most girls do,” you turn to him and add, “I’m sure you know this too.” 

Jaebum only raises his eyebrows, knowing that you are referring to his history of hooking up with random girls in the past—along with the series of drama which followed every time he ended a fling—and he just lets you continue. “But maybe that needs to change. That’s a risk that I’ve never taken before, but at least I now know not to get my emotions involved.” 

He laughs, almost in disbelief. “Are you sure about that?” 

“I am,” you stubbornly answer, “because I’ve sworn to keep away from love. Because I’m done with it. From now on, love is completely banned from my life. No more.” 

You take a chug out of your drink and continue to ramble before Jaebum can say anything. “But that doesn’t mean that I can't have fun, right? You said it yourself, that I need to live a little, so that’s what I’m going to do.” 

You can hear Jaebum chuckling from beside you. “Alright, daredevil,” he teasingly says, “And how are you supposed to do that?” You can tell without looking that Jaebum is narrowing his eyes on you when he sounds sceptical. 

So you turn to him, giving him a sweet smile as you explain, “There are people downstairs that I may not see again in the future, right? I could just walk downstairs and pick out someone I’m attracted to and have one wild night before I get home.” 

The more you speak, the more you feel doubtful, but you push it down and take pleasure in the way Jaebum’s eyes keep widening the more he listens. But as the excitement grows on you, so does the pounding in your head. Maybe you’ve had too much to drink already. “Although I might have to wait a minute before going down there to join the crowd of people. I need to wait until my head stops spinning.” 

He lets out a low scoff and shakes his head at you. “You don’t have to go that far.” 

“As a matter of fact, I think—no, I believe I do need to do this,” you cut him off. “I’m done living by the rules and being afraid to take risks that don’t go with my life planning.” Pointing the bottle in your hand his way, you continue to speak, “You were the one who put these ideas in my head, so don’t bother stopping me.” 

Chuckling softly, Jaebum leans closer. “That’s not what I was saying,” he gently says, as if he can read your thoughts and knows that you aren’t exactly sure about what you are saying. 

“What did you mean, then?” 

Jaebum only stares at you with a look that makes you feel like he is trying to strip down every layer you have—not of your clothes, but your truth. 

He softly hums before he finally speaks again. “I’m saying that maybe you don’t have to,” he says, once again with that voice of his that would easily draw people to him. Maybe have women drop their panties for him, even. But there is something different now when he speaks to you slowly, with his glossy eyes looking deeply into yours. 

“I don’t have to do—what?”

“You don’t have to go through the crowds of drunk people downstairs to find someone, is all I’m saying. Aren’t you worried about your brother finding out what you’re up to? He’s still down there leading the party, isn’t he?”

As if the party itself can hear him, a loud cheer erupts from downstairs, answering his question. You can picture your brother, always the life of the party, being in the center of it. You can already imagine him pulling you to join him the moment he sees you returning to the living room. You have lost track of time, and you quickly realise that your brother can notice anytime that you’ve been gone quite a while and that he might start looking for you soon. 

“Then, what should I do?” 

Not a word comes from him while you are starting to doubt anything can really happen tonight. Only seconds ago, you felt like you had found your new self. But you know that this drunken resolution will lead to nothing more once you are sober. Before your mind can get into any further wanderings, Jaebum suddenly shifts closer. You turn to find his face already close to yours, while he has his arm resting behind your back and the other winding around your waist. 

Surprised at the sudden closeness, you make no move to push him away. Your heart makes a stupid, unexpected leap in your chest, which only accelerates when he starts speaking to you in a low, sultry voice, “You could just look somewhere closer instead of going down there. It’s not like you don’t have a willing participant already available nearby.”

You blink, and blink again, your mind taking its sweet time processing his words that everything seems meaningless. Surely, he couldn’t have meant—

“And who might that be?” you ask with a small voice, which only seems to amuse him. 

You watch the grin on his face growing wider before he teases you, “Who else is here? I don’t see anyone else, do you?” 

“Hah,” you let out a sarcastic laugh, still refusing to believe what you are hearing, even if your heart is beginning to react, going out of control with its rapid beating. “Stop joking. Now you’re only mocking me.” 

“I wish I was joking, but I know what I’m asking,” Jaebum says with a smile on his face, his voice lowering when he asks, “Is it really that hard to believe that I’d make such an offer?” 

Before you can process what he is saying, Jaebum leans closer, close enough until you can feel his warm breath falling against your lips. The scent of his cologne, mixed with the strong smell of booze, surrounds you as he keeps you trapped between the foot of the bed and his hard body hovering close so that you can feel his heat. 

“It makes perfect sense, don’t you think?” he asks you, already sounding convincing before he even starts laying out his offer, “We’ve both been scorned by our past experience, and while we’ve learned not to fall for it again, we both still have needs. I still need to forget, which drinking seemed to fail in doing, and you need to discover this new side of you without worrying about getting attached. Maybe I can teach you a thing or two about it since I know just exactly how to do it. And you know who I am, so you’d know how to find me and kick my butt off in case you regret it in the morning.” 

We’re still not friends, and not close enough for that level of trust, is what you want to say to him. 

But the words refuse to leave your lips, and your mind is getting hazy from how close he is getting. His nose brushes against yours, and your heart once again makes a giant leap which is so hard to ignore. He tilts his head, his lips coming closer to yours for a little tease, making your lips tingle. 

“Well? Come on, think about it,” he murmurs, with his lips hovering close but not enough to touch. Yet, between your hazy mind and the alarm bells ringing inside your head—warning you about your brother and his rules, about how much of a bad idea this is—you can feel yourself drawn into it. Drawn into him. 

“I think—” you barely manage to say, “This is going to be a bad idea.” You lift your gaze to look into his eyes and immediately feel like you are drowning in the depth of his gaze. 

Jaebum bites his lips while lowering his gaze. “What if I can change your mind?” 

“What are you planning—oh!” 

Whatever it was that you wanted to say dies on your tongue when Jaebum presses his lips on yours. He tenderly moulds his lips against yours, instead of devouring them in a heated kiss. Yet it’s still enough to steal words from your mouth. 

I must be going crazy, is the last thing that comes across your mind before you wrap your arms around his neck and return the kiss, allowing yourself to melt into his heat. You can feel him smiling into the kiss, pleased to know that he has practically won you over as you press your lips harder against his. 

As he deepens the kiss, the world around you seems like it’s spinning. It takes a moment before you realise that your whole body is tilting backwards, pushed under his weight as he gently lowers you back on the floor. The dust-covered carpet cushions your weight as you rest on your back. While you are trying to get comfortable, your eyes flutter open to see him slowly crawling over you. 

A soft moan slips out of you as he reclaims your mouth again. His tongue reaches inside, as if demanding you to pay attention to him instead of letting your mind wander and let it get filled with doubt. He runs his hands down your waist, his chest pressing you down against the hard floor, and then he stops when you protest with a whimper when your back starts rubbing against the rough carpet beneath you. 

“Hmmm, this won’t do,” he murmurs against your lips, his eyes searching your face to find any sign of discomfort. With a hum, he glances over to the bed and pushes himself up. 

The world around you starts spinning once again as Jaebum scoops you up from the floor and lifts you in his arms. You barely have the chance to hold on when he moves towards the bed and gently lays you down on the mattress. The sheets feel cold beneath you, yet he quickly makes it up with his warmth when he joins you. 

The sight of him hovering above you, with his eyes glowing in the dark, full of dark intent, feels like a part of a fever dream. Everything that he said he wanted to do to you, you can see it in his gaze. It’s enough to leave you breathless, to make you feel hot inside. To feel like you are wanted. 

A grin forms on his face as he asks, “Now, where were we?” 

Once again, the crippling doubt inside you holds you back, when you can easily pull him down to you and take over. “You were trying to convince me,” you answer with a whisper, when you wish to feel his kiss again so he can stop you from thinking so hard.

“Did I do a good job, then?” 

You take a deep breath. “I—” you try to answer, but the moment you see the look he is giving you, everything inside you, including your sane mind, simply stops working. 

Outside, coming all the way from downstairs, the music is still blaring loudly the later it gets in the night. The sound of people dancing, chatting, and cheering over some sort of drinking game can be heard through the thick walls. 

But here, the air is getting thick with tension, and it’s hard to focus on anything else when you are pressed down against the hard mattress beneath you, and you have your brother’s best friend hovering on top of you with a sick, teasing grin on his face. 

And oh, how much you struggle to keep your eyes away from those enticing lips, knowing how good they feel when they are pressed against yours. 

All you have to do is lean closer or pull him down to you, and you can have that kiss once again. 

“So? What do you say?” he asks again while his gaze moves to your lips, lingering for a few seconds too long as he catches you licking your lips, tasting the ghost of his kiss. “It’s a one-time offer, and time is ticking. How much longer do you think before your brother comes up here and catches us together?” 

You cannot help but grin at the mention of your brother. “Aren’t you afraid that he might just do that and break your nose again like he did years ago?” you ask, referring to the infamous incident in the past when they had a massive fight over a silly girl who turned out to be playing these boys around—the perfect reverse play of what they used to do to the girls at school who worshipped the ground they walked on.

Jaebum only laughs it off, and your heart skips a beat when you realise how much his voice has changed over the years. And how much you still love hearing it the same way you did then. 

“I think it’ll be worth the risk. As long as you’re in.” 

Worth the risk. 

Yeah, there’s nothing stopping your heart from trying to break free from your chest now that you hear such words. You shouldn’t believe it. But you want to believe it. You want to believe that he thinks you are worth risking your brother’s wrath. 

“Well? Are you in? Or are you going to walk out that door and forget everything we just talked about?” 

You bite your lip as you consider your options. His offer is tempting, but are you brave enough to take that risk? 

One night. No attachment. No promises. And you get to leave this place free of your pent-up frustrations and needs. Maybe dare yourself to feel some pleasure from the one you are forbidden to touch.

Even if you might have to ignore the familiar flutters in your chest rising the more you look at him—the same way it used to happen all those years ago whenever you saw him when he was hanging out with your older brother. 

“Not a chance,” you answer him with a grin, before you lift your legs and wrap them around his waist, your arms coming around his neck as you pull him down towards you. “Game on.”  

Wearing a victorious smile on his face, Jaebum claims your mouth in a kiss, and your entire body softens. He pushes his tongue to deepen the kiss, taking possession of every last bit of doubt you might still have left until there is nothing more but lust and passion and all you can feel is the need you want him to fulfil. 

Clutching the back of his shirt, you begin to pull it upward, and he slips down to let you strip him off of it before he does the same with your top. Tossing your blouse away, Jaebum begins crawling down, his lips tracing the length of your neck on his way down, brushing gently on your breasts as he peels your lacy bra off of your skin. Then he continues making his way down, his hands grabbing hold of the waistband of your pants before tucking them down your legs, taking your flimsy panties along with it. 

Cold breeze washes over your skin once you are left bare and naked on the bed, but it’s quickly replaced by the heat of his gaze perusing you with a look of hunger written on his face. He runs his hands down your waist, to your hips, sliding them under your thighs as he bends down to trace your skin with his kisses. You feel his mouth moving close to your center, causing your heartbeat to pick up its pace. 

He doesn’t waste his time teasing you. Tightening his grip on your thighs, he smoothly dives between your legs, burying his face at the center of your heat. 

A moan slips through your lips when you feel his tongue slipping through your wet folds. You feel his mouth wrapping itself around your clit and giving it a suck, causing your back to arch and a louder moan comes rumbling out of you when a delectable rush comes flowing through your body. Your hand clumsily land on his head, fingers winding through the strands of his hair as you search for something to hold on to while you rock your hips against his lips. 

You hear him chuckling softly and moaning against your heat, before he begins to move his tongue and mouth more aggressively, alternating between pushing his tongue into your warmth and licking your arousal to suckling on your throbbing clit. His actions drive you over to the edge, your orgasm tearing your body as you continue to rock against his face, following the rhythm of your pulse. 

It comes too quickly, stemmed from your pent-up frustrations and nerves, yet neither of you has yet to have enough. Finger clenching tightly on the strands of his hair, you push his face to your quivering center, wordlessly telling him not to stop. With a hum, Jaebum continues—lapping, licking, and sucking—and adds his fingers into the mix, pushing them deeply through your pulsing walls and causing another dynamic orgasm to tear through your body. 

“Jaebum…fuck!” you curse between your cries of pleasure, unable to hold your voice down. 

Yet he makes no sign of stopping. The sounds you are making only seem to be urging him on, as he continues working his mouth and fingers on your heat. 

It isn’t until moments later, as the spasms coming out of your center begin to subside, that Jaebum finally lets you go. With one last kiss on your soaking folds, he pulls away and shifts back until he reaches the foot of the bed. 

As he rises on his feet, you open your eyes to look at him, marvelling at the sight of him—his chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, his messy hair that comes from the work of your fingers, and his slick lips, still wet from your release. 

“I wish I could take a picture of you right now,” he murmurs while he starts working on his belt and pants, his eyes never wavering from you as he takes everything off. 

Keeping your gaze on him, you follow every movement as the final pieces of clothing leave his skin. Your breath catches at the sight of his thick shaft bobbing out of its restraint. You can almost see it twitching and pulsing as Jaebum continues to look at you, his gaze runs from the tip of your toes to your hair, going back and forth as he takes his time to get his fill of the image of you lying vulnerable on the cold bed. 

This is happening, you tell yourself as you inhale a deep breath. You cannot believe that you are seconds away from actually fucking your brother’s best friend. It feels hot and naughty—risky—but the thought itself is so damn enticing that your body is humming with new desire. 

Jaebum licks his lips and wraps his hand around his rigid cock. His gaze remains on you as he slowly strokes himself, getting himself harder. The sight of him touching himself while watching you does wild things to your mind. It feels exhilarating, and you don’t even question if this sensation has anything to do with the drink you had earlier, knowing that this is all because of him. 

Feeling brazen under his gaze, you move your hands to trace your skin, going up until you reach your bare breasts. Gently, you cup the soft flesh with your palms and begin kneading, and embrace the waves of heat rolling through your body. The sensation gets stronger when you watch him licking his lips, his hand moving slightly faster, as if watching you has put him in a trance. 

“Are you going to just stand there and watch? Or am I going to have to do this alone?” you tease him with a low voice that sounds completely unfamiliar to your own ears, while slowly folding your legs up, spreading them open to show him where you want him to be. 

A groan slips out of his lips as he watches you, enthralled, and Jaebum hastily climbs the bed, moving swiftly to cover your body with his. “I already promised that I’ll be the one showing you everything,” he grumbles as he covers your wrists with his hands and gently pulls them away from your chest. Holding your wrists together in one hand, he brings them over your head and keeps them there. 

“Hold still,” he whispers, as if restraining you wouldn’t be enough to keep you from moving. “And try to keep your voice down this time. We don’t know if anyone is going to find their way up here.” 

He covers your mouth with his and your body relaxes against his as you lean into the kiss. He presses you down into the bed under his weight and starts running his free hand down your body. You feel his touch on your breast, already sensitive after your teasing touch, and your chest arches into his palm. 

Jaebum pinches your nipples, and then he bends down, his mouth capturing one peak after another, tongue swirling around the tips until they become hard and raw. 

“Ah, fuck—” you curse with a gasp when each brush of mouth and finger sends delicate sparks that travel all the way down to your core. Everything inside you throbs—not of pain, but pleasure—and you can no longer hold back the cries coming out of your lips when Jaebum latches on one nipple and gives a light bite. 

Hearing your voice, Jaebum releases his mouth from your throbbing nub with a pop and pulls back just enough for you to look at his face. Under the shadows of the limited lights filtering through the windows, his gaze feels intimidating, yet enthralling at the same time. The way he looks at you makes you feel desirable that it unleashes everything inside you that you never knew existed.

“I told you to keep your voice down,” he complains with a deep voice that sounds almost like a growl. “Anyone can hear you if they get anywhere close, and it won’t be long for your brother to find out what we’re doing.” 

“I thought you were willing to risk it?” you tease him, which only makes his eyes grow darker. 

“Are you challenging me?” he asks you with a low voice. It stirs the insides of your belly, yet you ignore it for the moment and shrug playfully. 

“What if I am?” 

A low chuckle rumbles from him. There is a dark glint in his eyes as he gently pulls your thigh up, folding your leg until your hips are slightly lifted from the bed. A wicked smile spreads on his face as he leans down, pressing his lips on the corner of your lips and murmurs, “Naughty girl.” 

Anticipating a kiss, you never expect to feel pain flashing from the side of your bare bottom, inflicted by none other than his wandering palm. 

“Hey!” 

Opening your eyes widely, you see him grinning with pride. He tightens his hold on your wrists to keep you still as you wriggle beneath him while he runs his other hand around the burn from his unwarranted smacking.

“What? Don’t naughty girls deserve to be punished and spanked?” 

Something sparks inside you. While you are more inexperienced compared to him, you have learned about a variety of sex plays that one could enjoy in bed to know what he is doing. “Oh, so you like that kind of game, huh?” 

Jeabum bites your bottom lip. “It’s not a game, baby. I like to be in control,” he murmurs, then lifts his head to look into your eyes to ask, “Are you afraid of me? Will that scare you?” 

Nibbling your lips, you consider his words. You’ve never known that pain could be so pleasing. Your skin still burns after the impact of his light spanking, yet it seems to amplify the pleasure pulsing right inside your core when the pain is slowly subsiding under his incessant touch. 

“No,” you answer with a whimper, “Not at all.” You stop fighting his restraint and instead use it as leverage as you push your hips upward, taunting him, “Come on, show me how you’re going to punish me for being bad.” 

“Fuck,” he chuckles nervously, stunned, but is quick to recover as he folds your legs up and smacks the other side of your butt in response. A sharp gasp leaves your lips when you feel the sting, which turns into a soft sigh as he gently rubs the pain away, giving you a brief moment of respite before landing another smack near the tender skin that he first touched. 

Jaebum repeats the light smacking a couple of more times, going back and forth from one side to another, always followed by gentle touches to soothe the pain away. By the time he is done, the pain no longer stings so badly. The throbbing on your skin has travelled deep into your center, replacing every bit of pain with pleasure so raw that is barely comprehensible to your mind.

“Oh, you liked it, didn’t you?” Jaebum teases you with a low whisper, chuckling softly at the way you are rocking your hips against his palm. Letting go of your hand, he holds down your hips and slips his fingers between your folds, humming softly as he is met with your slick arousal. 

“Look at you, getting hot and wet after a bit of spanking. I never expected that you would have this wanton side hidden under your good girl facade,” he keeps muttering as he continues pushing his fingers inside your heat, moving them between your throbbing walls at a languid pace while you begin rocking back into his fingers. “I kind of like this side of you.” 

You can barely hear his voice at this point. Your mind is blinded by the sensations you are feeling. Incoherent noises keep coming out of your lips, and your body is moving on its own, chasing for every bit of pleasure you can get from his touch. 

Jaebum bends down, pressing his lips on the tip of your breasts. “Fuck, I want to be inside you so bad, baby,” he mutters breathlessly between giving your nipples teasing kisses. The touch of his lips feels distracting, along with the steady thrusts of his fingers inside your heat as pleasure rocks through your body, making it hard for you to focus on his words. Yet you still don’t miss what he is trying to say.

Rocking your hips against his, you look up through your bleary eyes and whisper, “Yes, please. I need you…inside me…now.” 

You are not one to beg for anything. Ever. Nothing like this. But the need to feel him is clawing at your chest. You want him. Your body needs him. And there is nothing that can stop you from begging him to let you have him. 

Jaebum says nothing, but his actions are enough to answer your plea. Pushing his fingers deeper, he presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing the flesh just enough to send your body spiralling towards the edge. 

Trying your best to hold back your cries, you bite your lip and bury your fingers on his shoulders. But Jaebum isn’t one to let you go off easily. With his mouth still working around your breast, he gives your nipple a lick, before capturing the hardened nub between his mouth. You feel him humming against your skin, right around your puckered flesh, before a searing pain sparks across your body when he bites down. 

“Ah…fuck. Jaebum!” 

Screaming out his name, you almost cry as your orgasm tears right through your body. While it’s not yet enough to satiate your need, it is still enough to make you feel like you are floating up high. Every cell in your body sings, all coming alive under his touch, and the heat unfolding in your core spreads like wildfire. 

Before you can recover, Jaebum has already made his move. Looking pleased with himself, a smile spreads on Jaebum’s face as he pulls back, dragging his fingers carefully out of your pulsing heat, leaving behind the rapid throbbing inside you to fill the void he left behind. 

Without wasting any more time, he rises on the bed and pulls your ankles up to his shoulders, keeping your hips elevated. Then he presses forward and drives his full length into your quivering core with one firm thrust. You cry out loudly at the force of his thrust. You may have gotten slick and wet enough for him to slide in easily, but your pussy is still sensitive after the multiple orgasms that the intrusion drives a delicious pain that rocks your entire body. 

Your back arches off the bed, and he is quickly drawn towards your full breasts as they once again rise before his eyes. His hand that isn’t holding your thigh up reaches down to give your soft flesh a firm hold.

He gives your breast a gentle knead, taking away your attention from the tightness down below as he begins to fuck you hard with deep rhythmic thrusts, his hard shaft plundering your body. 

“Oh…oh, God!” you keep sputtering random words when you feel the pleasure rising inside you like a tidal wave.

He continues driving into you, getting deeper with each thrust and sending you almost slipping on the bed. His hands move down, gripping your hips to pull you back to him before you are pushed all the way back to the end of the bed. Driving you back against him allows him to get deeper. You feel the force knocking the air out of your chest, while waves of pleasure keep rolling through your body with each thrust, each rock of his hips, and you find yourself already hanging over the edge of your climax. 

You reach up, grasping a hold of his strong arms as you join the rhythm of his thrusts, rocking and pushing against him at the same pace, until you begin to feel the ripples of your climax rising, uncoiling, ready to devour you as you quickly reach for the edge. 

Opening his eyes, Jaebum drops one of your legs, keeping hold of the other just to keep you spread open for him as he bends forward, enveloping your body with his. His mouth finds yours then, kissing you deeply to swallow the sounds of your moans. Then his lips begin to move away, going down your chin, crawling its way to the column of your throat, before going up again to capture your earlobe. 

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you for so long,” he whispers to your ear, too soft of a voice for such dirty words that it makes your head spin hearing it coming from him. Then he thrusts forward, pressing deeper before he begins rocking again, hard and fast, he continues pumping his thick cock into the depth of your warmth. “Fuck, you feel so damn good!” 

You give in to the rising pleasure, your head falling back into the pillows while your chest once again rises and arches with how intense it feels. Your mind is filled with bliss, that you can barely focus on his words, or anything else that is happening around you. 

The party below seems so far away, even if you can still hear the beat of the music vibrating through the floor and walls. But none of it matters now. What matters to you right now is him; the pace of his thrusts that continue relentlessly without fail, moving faster and harder, and the way he is working your body with his expert hands. 

The grip that he has on your hips feels unyielding, anchoring you to him while denying you escape as he chases for his climax. You can feel his fingers pressing harder into your skin, nails scrapping on your soft flesh, no doubt leaving some marks and indents that you may find much later on once everything is over. 

“Are you close?” he breathlessly asks while moaning, showing you signs of his coming release. 

The answer coming out of your mouth sounds like a sharp cry, “Mmmh—yes!” 

Jaebum captures your chin and turns your face to look at him. “Keep your eyes on the door. You’ve been loud for a while now, and I know you didn’t lock the door when you came in,” he gently says, grinning as realisation dawns on you. He’s right. That was quite a risk to take for you to enter the room without locking and going further with this whole thing without checking things over. Fear grips at your chest, though it only intensifies the pulsing happening down below, right here he is burying his cock into. 

“What would your brother think if he sees you like this, writhing like a pure, little nymph and taking my hard cock deep inside your pussy?” Jaebum questions you with a voice so low it almost sounds like a growl. 

You have no idea which triggers the most delightful, yet the most carnal pleasure to roll through your body; the deep voice which vibrates from his chest, his dirty words that are planting these wicked images in your mind, the steady thrusts of his cock inside your heat, or the visual image of getting caught fucking your brother’s best friend, in your brother’s house, while people are partying downstairs and most possibly hanging out in the other rooms present on this floor.

“Fuck, you’re tightening around me. Thinking about getting caught turns you on, huh?” Jaebum says with a furious grunt, yet without missing a single thrust as he rocks his body against yours. He pushes deep and shudders, just as your walls are clenching tight around him. 

“Oh, yeah. That’s it, baby.” 

He keeps muttering the same words over and over again, coming together with his incessant thrusts. You watch as his eyebrows crease, as the veins in his neck are straining, his breathing laboured heavily, and the sounds he keeps making are mixed with a series of moans. You can feel the telltale signs of his release pulsing inside your depth, going in the same rhythm as yours as it begins to rapidly build up inside you. 

Getting lost in the pleasure, Jaebum digs his fingers into your hips and thighs as he continues to savagely pound into you. When once again his body shudders, your body pleasantly trembles at the same time. 

“Look at me, baby,” his strained voice growls, demanding your attention. And you simply give it to him, wanting to look at the one who is giving you this carnal pleasure right in the eyes just to convince yourself that this is real. 

Once your eyes are on him, your body is giving in to the pleasure, Jaebum moves his hand between your rocking bodies. You feel a slight pressure on your throbbing clit as his thumb finds your sensitive bud, and you can feel your muscles clamping around his cock, sucking around his girth as he slides in and out of you at a rapid pace. 

“Come for me, baby,” he growls, just in time you feel the coil in your stomach snapping, then he gives your clit a sharp flick while he buries himself deep inside you. “Come.” 

Under his command, you tip over the edge, shattering into a million pieces that shoot up through you like a fountain. Your chest feels tight when you scream out your climax, yet neither of you cares to stop it as he joins you with his deep moans. Jaebum continues giving you a couple of more thrusts, until you feel him shuddering at the same time your whole body quakes with your final release, and he joins you with a loud shout coming out of his lips, the warmth of his cum filling your tight walls that it almost sends you to another orgasm. 

You almost lose your sense of balance, when you can barely recognise between left and right, top to bottom, until you feel your body—now all hot and covered with sweat—pressing against the sheets beneath you, all messed up under your weight and the rigorous fucking, and the slickness of his cum seeping out of your throbbing center. 

When you feel him lowering your trembling leg down to the mattress, you slowly open your eyes, finding Jaebum bringing one of your hands to his lips. He kisses your wrist, before stepping away to grab his discarded shirt to start cleaning all the mess pooling on the apex of your thighs. 

“Do you think we were too loud?” you whisper to him once he is done and joins you back on the bed, lying right beside you with a content sigh. 

The sounds from the party below have started to grow distant, a sign that the party is slowly winding down, but not completely ending just yet. 

While the rest of the house is still filled with the remaining noises from the party, the room is filled with the silence that falls heavy once all the delirium comes to a halt. 

As you lie there on the bed, with the shards of your climax still continuing to course through your limbs while you are struggling to control your breath, you feel your body warming up with contentment and the presence of Jaebum’s body heat as he pulls you close to his chest. 

Meanwhile, your mind seems to have sobered up, allowing you to process everything that had just happened. 

As if he can feel the gears in your brain working hard, Jaebum shifts on the bed, and once again his face comes into view. 

“Want to get out of here? My new place is within walking distance from here. Maybe we can continue where we left off and finish the rest of the alcohol we still have before your brother catches us with the stolen goods.”

His offer seems genuine. It also provides a chance to escape the possibility of having to deal with reality, and everything else that involves your brother and facing the consequences of your actions. And you do still have some bottles to finish. 

“I like that idea.” 

Your body is still strained and sore, yet it doesn’t take long for both of you to get dressed and pack up all of the remaining bottles to take with you in your escape. 

You can barely remember how you manage to slip away from the house unnoticed, even with the party still lingering and your brother’s guests lounging tiredly everywhere you look, or how you are able to reach Jaebum’s new apartment on your wobbly legs. 

Everything blurs as you continue your business with Jaebum at his place for the rest of the night until morning comes, only that none of it involves finishing the rest of the alcohol that you’ve managed to snatch away from your brother’s party, but has everything to do with the lessons that Jaebum had promised you about embracing pleasure. And you make no effort to put a stop to it when Jaebum continues giving you pleasure until the next day comes, continuing while your minds are completely sober. 

Seems like you actually are terrible with all this one-night stand business, after all. 

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free fall (03) ◯○ when you’re drunk

everything is blue, his hair… | ROLE MODEL | 🗝️ got7 content | materialist

english isn’t my first language. ot7 scenario. non idol — you just drunk ﷼

lim jaebeom

You’re at the restaurant having a girl’s dinner and you’ve drank a couple glasses of wine since you arrived, without noticing how drunk you are.

Since you’re dizzy, one of your friends called Jaebeom to pick you up. Then, your boyfriend appears, grabbing your bag and taking you out of the restaurant.

“Babyyy” You say lovingly while you try to walk on your high heels.

Jaebeom decides to carry you in his arms as a princess since you can’t even walk properly. “Why do you wear these high heels knowing that your feet’s are hurting?” He complains looking at you.

You just smile, kissing his lips quickly. “Because I look pretty” He smiles and continue his way to the car.

mark tuan

Doesn’t like when you’re drunk because he knows how much you hate throwing up, so he tries to remind you to not drink too much, but at the end of the day you ended up being drunk.

He knows when you want to throw up because you hold his hand and start to hyperventilate. He guides to the bathroom and stays by your side, tying your hair in a ponytail and rubbing your back.

“It’s okay, babe” He says to comforts you because of your emethophobia. Cleans your tears and kiss your back at the same time you try to fight against it.

At the end, he hugs you and helps you to clean your hands and mouth.

jackson wang

After going to a party, you end up being drunk and start to be very talkative, which have made Jackson laugh. Nonetheless, if he lets you, you can easily disappear from his sight so that’s why he carries you in his shoulder on your way home.

“Why did we leave? It was funny” You complain, touching his butt occasionally.

“Princess, you were jumping around everyone and laughing like a crazy. It was funny for you but some people were scared” He said going upstairs.

You laugh loudly, moving and smiling. “Even though, it was funny”

“Stop moving” He says, smacking your ass.

“Babe!”

park jinyoung

He’s so sweet and patient with you.

You ended up sleeping in his arms at the back seat on the way home, totally dozed off after the party. Even if he’s worried, he let’s you have fun and drink how much you want because he knows that you’ve been stressed the last couple months.

He carries you in his back and leaves you in the bed while he takes out your heels, jewelry and makeup, doing it slowly so you don’t wake up.

He kiss your forehead and sleeps by your side, paying attention in case you want to throw up.

choi youngjae

Whenever you get drunk, you become the most lovely person and even more if you’re with your boyfriend. You two decided to have a date and after a couple of glasses of wine, you’re drunk.

“My loveeee” You call him, reaching his hand and kissing it, making him smile.

“Honey, let me pay for this and we can go” He says quietly but you just hug his back.

He helps you to get in the car and put his jacket on you while you kiss his face, leaving red marks all over.

After that, the car ride is calm because you fell sleep as soon as you got inside, making him smile.

bambam

Might be drunk too.

But if he’s drunk too, he’s still protecting you from other men actions in the club.

You dance for him while he’s recording and you can hear his laugh in the video. “Baby, do it again” He says with a smile, being ready to record you.

You two have fun but if he sees a man looking at you with other intentions, he pulls you back to his side, letting the man know that you have a boyfriend.

At the way home, he takes advantage of you sleeping in his chest to take some photos and show you the next day.

kim yugyeom

Can be a little drunk too but he makes sure you stay by your side. You two went out with your friends for a dinner and you’ve been drinking a couple beers together, but he knows how easily you can get drunk.

He puts his hand in your tight, taking your beer out of your hand. “I think it’s enough” He says quietly, kissing your cheek quickly.

You sigh feeling a little hot, resting your head in his shoulder. “You wanna go now?” He asks, noticing your tiredness.

After you said yes, Yugyeom takes you out of the restaurant and drive you home, helping you to undress yourself. Then, you two sleep together.

xoxo girl💋…

© consume_cs

[luvhaos]

happy 2025! for the dialogue game, could you do the8 + “if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous”

xu minghao x reader 𖦹 word count: 741 2025 drabble dialogue game — closed

content:  idol! reader, implied secret relationship, fluff, tiniest bit of angst (?)

Minghao likes to think that he’s a rational person. He doesn’t let trivial things bother him or get annoyed by his members’ teasing (though they’d beg to differ). The logical part of him tells him that this is a part of being an idol — all this speculation and hearsay. It’s happened to him, it’s happened to his members, and everyone else who is a part of this career and life.

So why does this Dispatch article bother him so much?

He peeks at the headline again — a splashy, click-bait worthy title about photos of you and GOT7’s Yugyeom getting a meal together before stepping into the same car. It’s not the first time you’ve been implicated in dating rumors and the infamous Dispatch couple reveal at the beginning of the year but something about this one makes blood boil. 

Minghao wonders if maybe it’s because he’s tired given how hard Seventeen has been working. Maybe it’s because these rumors are linked to a friend of both his and yours, not just another idol he’s acquainted with vaguely.

He swears he can feel his blood pressure rising as he scrolls through the article. It claims that the two of you have been spotted together multiple times, sitting and walking too closely to be interpreted as friends.

There’s one sentence that makes him stop. Eagle-eyed fans also noticed matching silver necklaces last month. And then, there’s a Twitter post attached beneath with zoomed in photos side-by-side, the offending necklaces dangling around your neck.

It’s not the matching necklaces that holds Minghao’s attention but the absence of one, specifically the one he gave you for your birthday. It makes something sink in his stomach and he has to exit the article. His home screen stares back at him — a selfie you two took together, cheeks pressed against one another’s. The necklace he gifted you sits neatly between your collarbones. 

He’s too distracted to notice you walk into his room, freshly showered and dressed in one of his t-shirts. It’s only when a bead of water drips onto his arm that he glances up and sees you standing above him, reading his phone over his shoulder. You raise an eyebrow at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you read one of those pieces.”

“It just popped up,” Minghao tells you coolly. He scoots over and lets you lay down beside him. You turn over onto your stomach and rest your head on his stomach. He ignores your damp hair seeping through his clothes, instead choosing to poke your nose gently. 

You scrunch it up in response before quietly saying, “You know none of that’s true. Gyeom asked if I would feature on a track for an upcoming album.”

Minghao hums and nods, cupping your face as his thumb smoothes across the apple of your cheek. He doesn’t want to make this into an issue because it’s not, and every logical part of him screams to hold his tongue but he can’t help the question that slips out. “Where was the necklace I gave you?”

“Come again?”

He sighs, “There’s a Twitter post on there that claims you two have couple necklaces. In the picture, you’re not wearing your necklace.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were jealous.” You flash a teasing smile but it fades when he doesn’t return it. Your hand circles his wrist tenderly and you say, “I remember the day that photo was taken. I was rushing to practice because I had slept through my alarm, so the necklace probably got hidden beneath my top.” 

You reach under the collar of your (his) t-shirt and slide the necklace in question, wiggling it for emphasis. “I don’t take it off ever, baby.”

He didn’t even consider the possibility, and Minghao feels his cheeks flush in embarrassment. He trusts you completely and wholly, so this shouldn’t have irked him so much. He wants to kick himself. He shouldn’t have cared and you shouldn’t have to explain yourself. He tells you as much and you shake your head. “I’m happier that you asked instead of bottling it up,” you say. “And I know you trust me. Just like I trust you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be.”

“Can I take you to lunch?”

“You don’t have to. You spoil me enough.”

“I want to,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. Your lips twitch into a smile.

[happysprings]

Chapter 2

Link to Chapter 1

It's been a week since you signed the contract. You weren't doing much but both of you were throwing subtle hints. The other day you used Mark's phone for a mirror selfie and Mark posted one of the jewellery. In one week you and Mark were talking but mostly because of work, nothing personal. Today was just another you were at his studio. You both were trying to sing suddenly Jayb told you "come on try my note in not my moon." You hesitated but Jackson encouraged you "try on....let's go.. " you hit the note effortlessly. Everyone clapped even Mark did "okay now try my rap from poison." Which you failed miserably Marked hit you playfully saying and mimicked you "you are a horrible rapper " you hit him back and said "that's because I am a vocalist" everyone laughed "guys it's so wrong that you didn't check out my songs!!" You shouted. "We did but in most of them you are just acting." Said Jackson "so are you guys saying I can't sing???" To which Jinyoung pat your back "I've heard it....you sing beautifully " saying this he gives you a side hug. But Mark was quick to detach you and pull you close "she is my girlfriend!! Hands off" you smiled and said "on screen!! Not the real one....." Before you could finish your sentence the door of his studio opened and Natasha pushed you away luckily jackson was there to hold "really Mark Tuan she is your girlfriend??? Then who am I? " Mark didn't say anything he just looked at JayB and he took the hint and took everyone out. You guys were outside but you all could hear them. "She is not my girlfriend you know we both signed a contract. We were just joking around" Mark said. "Really that's why you were holding her?? Don't take me for a fool. I saw it all" said Natasha "why did you had to sign a contract? If you are so damn crazy about scandal let's make our relationship public...okay?? But you won't...you bloody cheater" shouted natasha. Mark was not saying anything soon Natasha tried to slap him but he held her hand and he said "you're calling me a cheater?? You seriously feel I don't know about your trips to Paris?? Try this again and see what I do !" Mark shouted "get out of here and don't show your face " hearing this Natasha came out and saw everyone with you and shouted "you're filthy!! He will never like you. You can never be me!!" She told you. Jackson was about to give back but you spoke "firstly I bathe regularly so don't call me filthy and another thing, to begin with I never wanted to be you!! And be careful what you speak next. I am not a generous person. " You winked at him and she walks away.

Everyone was going in and you informed them "you guys go on, I need to go pick out outfit I just got a text from my manager" bambam asked " outfit?? For what??" "I have to film a song. I told you I was doing a movie right so for that I need to pick outfits" you told him. "What is the connection of the song and the movie" you pressed your lips together and you explained "in our movies we have songs! You need to watch some!" You said as you were about to walk away you turn to JayB and said "do tell him I had work that's why I am leaving not because of all this!" JayB nodded and you went away.

You were done by 8 but the other news was you had to leave for Dubai for the next day instead of next week. You packed your thing you called your friends Gia and Nabi but they told you to come to han river they were with a bunch of people and you tried to deny but it was of no use. So eventually you went only to find your friends, others and Jackson Mark and yugeom. You reached there and greeted everyone. One of them announced "Since y/n is here let's hear a song from her" hearing this you said "come on guys not now please." Soon you heard Mark say "Sing it please, one of our songs" you gave him an annoyed look, he laughed "you guys just wanna make fun of me....fine I'll sing" Jackson asked which song you replied "let me think......last piece!!" Everyone hooted you started the song.

As you ended the song Mark gave you an impressive look and clapped for you. Soon the jamming session was wrapped as you and Gia were walking towards Nabi's car talking about your return. Suddenly Mark joined and said "hey Gia can I steal your best friend for 5 minutes??" To which she nodded and went away. "Hi," you said awkwardly to which he replied "hi, you sing very well, nailed my rap" you smiled and whispered "I practiced and jackson helped!" Mark smiled "what is it Mark tell me??" You turn to him and asked. He lazily scratched the back of his neck and said "I am so sorry for whatever happened in the studio....." Before he could complete you held his hand said "it's fine. It's not your fault! " He asked " Then why are you leaving?" You smiled and said "Because I have work! The dates has been shifted, so can't help!" "Where you going??" He asked which you replied "Dubai!" He nodded. You heard Nabi honking, you turn around and bid your farewell to Mark and you went away.

You reached Dubai and in a few days it was the day for the final shoot! As you reached your location you got a call from your manager "hey! Mark has sent food truck for everyone and don't forget to click a picture in front of it." You went out and saw 5 food trucks with your picture on it and a quote "y/n fighting. Miss ya" you thought the PR team indeed was great they know how to be romantic. You hear your director call you finally break out from your trans. You went on and did your shots. In the next 2 weeks you completed the whole scenes, now the only thing that was remaining was editing and the release. You were sitting with your co-star he suddenly asked "i didn't know you had a boyfriend!" You smiled and said "I know...we haven't made anything public yet" hearing he smiled "oooo...is he from our film fraternity??" You shook your head and said "noo, but sort of in entertainment " you said . Both of you chatted for a bit and left your way. By evening you had to attend the completion party. It was a cruise you wore casuals you were enjoying. You manager came and told you to act surprised "why ?? Any specific reason?" You asked him to which he replied "Mark will be here soon." He said. you were looking at the sea suddenly you felt a pair of hands snaked on you stomach and a kiss on your temple "hey!! I am here." You turn around only to find Mark , you smiled and hugged him nervously. He whispered "you're a good actress but don't know what happens when I am around you!" You gave him a smile. Soon your co-star spotted you and came to greet you but before you could introduce Marked spoke "hi, this Mark Tuan Y/n's boyfriend." The co-star smiled and said "I think I have seen you somewhere" "he is a kpop idol in the group got7." Your co-star responded surprisingly "when are we going to get a comeback?" You were a little shocked that your co-star knows about got7. While Mark and your co-star were talking you walked the other side where it was less crowded. The cold breeze was making you shiver. Soon you felt a jacket on your shoulder and you turn around only to see Mark. "Hey!! I thought you were talking to him!" You said he smiled and said "I was but it's done. " He smiled again. You thought something was wrong so went near his mouth as you smelled "how much did you drink?" You asked. He smiled and pulled you close.

"you know she cheated on me, used me for my name and money." He said while coming close to you. You put your hand on his chest and slightly pushed him saying "Mark we need to get you to bed." And you walked him to your room. And sat him down suddenly he covered his mouth and ran to the bathroom. You followed him, he was throwing up. You patted his back once he was done he stood up, you supported him and you brought him to bed and gave him a glass of water, he chugged the water but his eyes were never leaving you. "You should get some rest Mark" you said as you were trying to walk away he pulled and made you sit on his lap. Before you could respond he dropped you on bed and hovered you and he almost connected his lips to yours but you stopped him and you whispered "you're drunk!" To which he replied "so?? I know what I am doing....do you want me to stop?" He asked in his deep voice. You held his face and smiled "Let's talk when you're sober and also I don't want to be anyone's rebound" hearing this you removed himself and said "but you didnt answer my question. " hearing this you didnt reply. He was lying beside you. Soon he slept and you left the room.

Next morning.

You knocked on the door but there was no response. So you unlocked the room and got inside. You saw him sleeping. You went near and covered him. You were about to leave but he woke up and called out your name. You turn around "how did I get here?" He asked "well you were too drunk! So had to bring you in" you answered. "When are you going back?" You asked him "we are leaving together for Seoul didn't your manager inform you?" You shook your head "I am so sorry I forgot to tell you yesterday, I got hammered" he said. "Hmmmm so you don't remember anything at all?" You asked him to which he replied "noo...tell me what is it??" You just smiled and didn't say anything but instead you changed the topic "how can I come to Seoul I have to shoot a music video, Choreography, photoshoot practice etc. how will we manage ??" To which he replied "your choreographer is flying with us and the PR team will do something for that" you nodded and you got a call from your manager who stated the same, but he stated you need to fly back for an interview also told you to click a picture together where his face is not visible. you disconnected the call told him "My manager called he told me the same thing but he told me to click a picture with you but you need to hide your face." you pause and said "okay come here, " standing in front of the mirror " I just woke up now" he groaned but you held his hand and pulled him "its fine you dont have to show your face... but how do we pose?" you asked him. He pulled you by your waist your back hit his chest as his arms snacked your waist and nuzzled his head near your neck. You were stunned at his action. He whispered slowly with his morning voice "click the picture" you nodded and clicked the picture. Once done you detached yourself, the way you moved away he smirked and said "Y/N we have signed a contract to be a couple, if you get so shy and so nervous people will find out that we are not an actual couple." hearing this you replied "i am not Shy or nervous, its just something different." to which he replied "I bet you wouldn't be this nervous with anyone else , its me that's why you are nervous." hearing this you laughed and said "you are no special Mark I would be same with anyone else." he smiled again and said "I am sober now, do you wanna try if you could resist me or not." hearing this you rolled your eyes and walked towards him and held his nape softly, the moment you did it he lost his cool attitude and turned into a blushing mess. You moved to his ear as your lips slightly touched them and whispered "Oooo why are you so red Mark??" you smiled and walked away. He wasnt able to process exactly what happened. you stood there like a statue.

Next chapter soon.

[csprint]

Hello dear!

Do you mind if i request got7 reaction during a trip/vacation? Like what would they like, going around the place/stay at the hotel, visit museum, or etc.

Thankies💚

Mark:

loves the city life so it’d be new york with him. going to times square. he’ll make you take pictures with nearly any mascots you pass in the streets. mornings in central park, fancy restaurants at night and takes you on cafe dates. must visit the empire state building before leaving.

Jay B:

roadtripping to his favorite camping spot. he’s so prepared, you’d think there was an apocalypse coming. he’s such an old man (literally his words). cooks kimchi jjigae for you, teaches you to fish, and lots of pda. especially inside of the tent after a long day of hiking.

Jackson:

y’all hit up paris for fashion week. buys you and himself matching all-black looks. you both enjoy the the fashion and the shows along with the parties, soirées, and private exhibitions. but between that, he’d make personal quality time with you. probably won’t be leaving your hotel suite, much.

Jinyoung:

gets an airbnb in japan. you’ll spend a lot of time outdoors and hiking until you’re complaining. but he’ll reward you for reaching the top of the mountain with kisses and feeding you the lunch he packed. he’ll take pictures of any and everything. especially of you when you’re pouting about being out too long. but he’ll make it up to you by taking you to visit a niche earring shop and a romantic rooftop restaurant.

Youngjae:

he planned your london trip in detail before suggesting going there. books a stay in at sloane. don’t really need to leave such a cozy and chic place but he’ll want to make sure you visit every single landmark, taking a walk in hyde park.

Bambam:

he loves experiencing local cultures and food while he’s traveling. he’d take you on a nice vacation to india and having vada pav would be at the very top of the to-do list. you’d probably be doing lots of eating, honestly. you’ll stay at the taj mahal palace. he’ll want to go to the amusement park during the day and then take you for a stroll at marine drive at night.

Yugyeom:

plans a trip to jeju but doesn’t plan on leaving the room at grand hyatt. just wants to stay in bed and cuddle you the entire time you’re both there. but if you do manage to drag him out, hope your knees are as stable as his. he’d probably want to visit the indoor theme park or the snoopy garden. do some retail therapy at k-fashion mall. you’ll take walks on the beach, bare feet running in the hot sand. and cocktail lounges at night. anything to drag out the day and burn you out so you’d make it up to him in bed where he wanted to stay in the first place. (sexual or not. up to you).

[kathaelipwse]

Oops... Did I Just Confess? | GOT7

Theme: An accident confession {Texts & Tweets}

Requested by: @canigotosleep--plz

Warnings: Fluff, on crack, unserious, funny, gn!reader, Non-Idol!GOT7

Word Count: 0.7k

☀️ Mark – "The Late-Night Oops"

↳ Text Messages

[You]: Ugh, Mark, I think I have a crush on someone 😩

[Mark]: Yeah, but they’re not me.

[You]: … HUH???

[Mark]: WAIT I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT

[Mark]: PRETEND YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT

[You]: Too late. You got some explaining to do, mister 👀

[Mark]: … I hate myself.

☀️ Jaebum – "Drunk and in Love"

↳ Text Messages [The next morning after the drunk confession]

[You]: Good morning, sleepyhead

[Jaebum]: Morning.

[You]: Do you remember what you said last night?

[Jaebum]: No… why?

[You]: You said "Love you" before knocking out.

[Jaebum]: …

[Jaebum]: Lemme just… erase myself from the planet real quick.

[You]: Sooo, was that an accident or should I say "I love you too"?

[Jaebum]: … I’m never speaking again.

☀️ Jackson – "Dramatic and Down Bad"

↳ Tweet on the friends group community

@ JacksonWang852: Y’all ever accidentally confess your love in the middle of a joke and then wanna delete yourself from existence??? Asking for a friend.

~ Replies: → @ You: OH SO NOW YOU WANNA ASK FOR ADVICE? → @ BamBam1A: Bro you did this to yourself lmaooo → @ Jinyoung: This is why you think before you speak. → @ You: Anyways, you love me, huh? 👀

@ JacksonWang852: NO ONE TALK TO ME EVER AGAIN.

☀️ Jinyoung – "He Really Thought He Was Subtle"

↳ Text Message

[You]: Did you really just say "I like you" in the middle of roasting me???

[Jinyoung]: … I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.

[You]: Sir. I am SCREAMING.

[Jinyoung]: Can you scream elsewhere. This is embarrassing.

[You]: Nah, I’m framing this convo. You like meeee 😌

[Jinyoung]: I regret everything.

☀️ Youngjae – "The Text That Changed Everything"

↳ Text Message

[Youngjae] → (accidentally sends "I love you" to you instead of his mom)

[You]: …Wait what.

[Youngjae]: HOLY SH— I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEND THAT TO YOU 😭😭😭

[You]: LMAOOO SO WHO WERE YOU TRYING TO SAY IT TO HUH???

[Youngjae]: MY MOM!! OMG STOP BULLYING ME!!

[You]: Soo… you don’t love me?

[Youngjae]: WAIT WAIT WAIT. I DO. I MEAN. I DIDN’T WANNA SAY IT LIKE THIS BUT YES. I DO.

☀️ BamBam – “The Dare That Backfired”

↳ Tweet

@ BamBam1A: Dating is so easy. Y’all just scared. 😌

~ Replies: → @ You: OH? If it’s so easy, then date me. → @ BamBam1A: LMAO bet. 🤣

5 minutes later…

@ BamBam1A: WAIT WAIT WAIT HOLD ON—

→ @ You: Nah, you said bet. We’re dating now, babe. ❤️😘 → @ MarkTuan: This is the dumbest way to start a relationship. I support it. → @ Jinyoung: This is embarrassing. → @ BamBam1A: So y/n you like me? Wow okay. → @ You: Why? Do you not? It would be a lie if you say no, honey. All know how you look at me. → @ BamBam1A: Fine, I love you Mrs. Bhuwakul. → @ JacksonWang852: Y’ALL ARE DATING NOW??? LMAO I’M SCREAMING

☀️ Yugyeom – "He Thought You Knew"

↳ Text Message

[You]: I just wish someone would like me already. Date's are exhausting!!

[Yugyeom]: What do you mean? I’ve liked you forever.

[You]: …EXCUSE ME???

[Yugyeom]: Wait.

[Yugyeom]: I THOUGHT YOU KNEW.

[You]: SIR, HOW WOULD I HAVE KNOWN??

[Yugyeom]: IDK I THOUGHT IT WAS OBVIOUS??? OMG THIS IS EMBARRASSING.

[You]: NO NO COME BACK, LET’S DISCUSS YOUR LOVE FOR ME.

[markie-baby]

Butt-Naked at the MGM ✨️

"How am I supposed to tell yah?

I don't wanna see you with anyone but me,

Nobody gets me like you.

How am I supposed to let you go?

Only like myself when I'm with you,

Nobody gets me, you do..."

Nobody Gets Me - SZA

Summary- You were no stranger to surprises when it came to dating Mark Tuan, but nothing could prepare you for what you would learn on your one-year anniversary; your sweet, shy, and respectable boyfriend was a closeted freak.

Warnings - cursing, explicit sex, spanking, edging, biting, bondage Genre- Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) idol!got7, female! reader Pairing- Female Reader x Mark Tuan Length- she's super long, mama. So get some wine 'cuz it's story time.

You savored the lingering taste of the wine on your lips, casting a drunken yet longing gaze at Mark Tuan, your striking boyfriend. His allure was impossible to resist, and tonight, he seemed to have cranked it up a notch. His black hair was brushed back, and a few strands dangled free over his eyebrows, tempting you further.

So damn gorgeous. You sighed to yourself.

The gleam of his diamond studs and Cuban link danced in the soft candlelight of your private table, accentuating his devilish charm. Your eyes couldn't help but descend to the bottom button of his open shirt, revealing his chest and a tantalizing mole. Mark's visuals were utterly provocative, though he seemed oblivious as he perused the drink menu.

As you continued to admire Mark's enticing form, your thoughts wandered to the past year you'd spent together. Mark had always been the perfect gentleman. He was polite, funny, respectful, treated, and sexed like a queen. You loved how he doted on you and made you feel special. But there was always something about him that seemed reserved... like he was holding back. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but there was an air of mystery surrounding him.

Mark finally looked up from the drink menu, his dark eyes locking with yours. A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he reached across the table, his hand finding yours. "You seem lost in thought," he said, his voice low and seductive.

"Just reminiscing," you replied, your voice husky, your eyes never leaving his. "It's been an incredible year."

Mark's fingers tightened around yours, and his gaze deepened. "It has been incredible," he agreed, his tone filled with meaning. "One of the best years of my life."

Your heart fluttered in response to Mark's sincere admission.

"Before I met you, I felt content with my life. I had a sense of fulfillment in everything I had achieved so far, and my drive kept me moving forward." Mark glanced at your hands clasped in his.

"Then I met you, and time seemed to stop in a way I never imagined. You've taught me the beauty of slowing down and truly savoring every precious moment."

Mark's tender confession rendered you breathless; a soft 'I love you' slipped past your glossed lips.

"I love you too." His thumb, adorned with a ring, tenderly caressed your cheek.

His undeniable thoughtfulness and sweetness couldn't be ignored. However, the harsh reality of the situation was sinking in rapidly, akin to the Thunderbird you had knocked back earlier...

You were horny as all hell.

"We still got the rest of the night to celebrate. Why don't we get another drink and get out of here?" Mark traced the menu with his slender finger. "What do you want, baby?

"I think I've found exactly what I want," you said, your voice laced with anticipation.

Mark's eyes sparked with intrigue as he looked at you. "Yeah?" he purred, leaning in closer.

You leaned in as well, your lips almost touching, your words a whisper. "I want you, Mark," you confessed, your gaze locked with his, brimming with desire.

Mark's breath caught in his throat as your words hung in the air, creating a charged atmosphere between you two. The restaurant noises seemed to fade away, leaving only the intimate bubble of your shared desire. You triggered something in him. Mark scooted his chair closer, his lips brushed gently against your ear.

"Want me?" His warm breath tingled your skin. "And how bad you want me, y/n?"

Your heart skipped a beat at your boyfriend's teasing response.

"Badly."

A slow, knowing smile spread across Mark's face. "Well, then," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "I think I can arrange that. You ready for your surprise?"

"Surprise? Where are you taking me?"

He downed his glass of Thunderbird, anticipation growing as Mark discreetly signaled the waiter, asking for the check. In a swift exchange, you both exited the restaurant, hand in hand, bound for a destination where your desires could unfold.

He maintained an air of mystery leading you to a waiting car. Soon, the shimmering lights of Las Vegas enveloped you. The MGM Grand stood tall in the distance, and to your surprise, Mark had secured a balcony suite, a sight that left you astonished.

"Mark, this is beyond amazing," you marveled, your eyes scanning the balcony suite's luxurious details.

Mark's smile radiated warmth, a glint of modesty in his demeanor. "I'm glad you like it. I know I was on the road for a while, so I wanted to make it up to you."

"You really outdone yourself, I don't know how I'm gonna top this." you replied playfully.

With a soft chuckle, he waved off the compliment. "You're important to me. Seeing you smile is everything."

His words resonated deeply, and you took his hand, feeling a surge of gratitude. "Thank you, Mark. I feel incredibly lucky to have you."

He met your gaze, sincerity evident in his eyes. "I'm lucky to have you, too."

As the night embraced the glittering skyline, Mark and you found yourselves cuddling on the balcony of the suite, clinking glasses filled with chilled champagne. The city below was alive with a symphony of lights and distant laughter, casting an enchanting aura around you both. The cool evening breeze danced through your hair as you leaned against the balcony railing, savoring the moment.

"I could stay up here forever..." You sighed.

"Me too," Mark's arm tightened around you. "But why don't we take this cuddle session inside?"

"I'd love to." You playfully kissed your boyfriend on the nose before turning towards the door.

Your body stops short when Mark grabs your wrist.

"Can I have a kiss first?" A smirk appeared on his lips.

"Of course," you whispered, pressing your lips against his.

The kiss was sweet and passionate, a tender dance between your lips. Mark's arms encircled you, pulling you closer as his kisses became deeper and more intense. He smelled of expensive cologne and tasted like champagne, a taste which you quickly fell in love with. His hands moved down to grab a handful of you, and you could feel the heat building between you. Mark had never been this handsy.

You couldn't help but feel excited by this sudden change in his behavior.

"Mm... Mark," you gasped. "We should... probably head inside..."

"Why?" he breathed, his voice husky.

"Because..." you said, a sultry grin curling your lips. "We're starting to get a little carried away out here, and someone might see us."

"I'm sorry", He blushed slightly. "My mind is kinda in the gutter right now."

"Oh, really? I can't tell."

He let out a soft chuckle and released you, his eyes full of lust. "C'mon, let's go inside."

You agreed, biting your lip.

As Mark guided you into the luxe suite, the thrill of the moment intensified. Finally settling onto the plush king-sized mattress, the softness of the sheets against your skin added to the intoxicating atmosphere. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had quietly entered the room amidst the sensation, his presence unnoticed in your heightened sensory bliss.

"You seem comfortable," he commented, his voice a soft whisper in your ear.

"Mmhm," you sighed, your eyes closed, body relaxed.

Mark's arms slowly slid around your waist, his lips pressed to the side of your neck as he placed his body weight next to yours.

"What's gotten into you other than that Thunderbird?"

"I'm not sure," Mark admitted, a slight hint of embarrassment in his tone. "I guess I'm just a bit worked up tonight."

"Is that so?"

You felt Mark's smile against your skin, his hand tracing up the curve of your spine. "Maybe," he teased. "Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"No, not at all." You turned to meet his eyes, your hand gently caressing his face. "In fact, I like it. You're usually so... reserved. I'm into this side of you."

Mark smiled sincerely. "I'm happy to hear that. You've opened my eyes to a lot of new things. I'm learning more about myself every day."

You kissed him, a gentle, yet passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, your hands began to explore his body, feeling the contours of his chest beneath his shirt. Mark's hands found their way to a familiar area, his touch electric against your skin. The sensations of desire and intimacy filled the room, blending with the soft, sensual lighting.

Mark pulled back slightly, his seductive gaze locked on yours.

"You know, it's been an amazing year, so, I want to make tonight a little different," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "I'm going to give you a taste of what I've learned."

"And what exactly have you learned, Mr. Tuan?"

"To be honest, I've always had these fantasies, but I was too shy to bring them up before."

You looked at him in surprise. This was definitely not what you were expecting. But instead of being shocked or put off, you felt a surge of arousal at the thought of exploring Mark's hidden desires.

"I'm all yours tonight," you said with a smile. "Don't need to be shy around me. We have been together for over a year after all."

Mark's face flushed with excitement and relief.

"I'm not as vanilla in bed as I've been letting on," he admitted. "When we have sex, as much as I love it, I fantasize about doing the nastiest things to you."

"Nasty, huh?" You purred, tracing your finger along his jawline. "Tell me, what kind of nasty things have you wanted to do to me?"

Mark's gaze darkened, a look of pure desire in his eyes. "You really want to know?"

"I do," you confirmed, your voice soft, yet laced with a hint of intrigue.

"Are you sure?" he asked anxiously.

"Absolutely," you replied with a reassuring smile.

Mark's hesitation disappeared. His dark gaze bored into yours, the intensity of his emotions reflected in his eyes.

"Well, for starters," Mark's hand teased your inner thigh. "I've always wanted to pour oil all over that pretty skin of yours."

"You want to massage me?" You grinned, amused by his choice of fantasy.

"Not just massage," His lips traveled closer to your ear. "But tease, pinch, spank..."

"Mark Tuan, are you into BDSM or something?"

Mark's lips curled into a seductive smile. "That.." he said, his hand creeping higher, his fingers lightly brushing your panties. "And among a few other kinks. Is that okay?"

A wave of desire crashed over you at the realization of what Mark was hinting at. You nodded slowly, your breath quickening as you started to feel a familiar sensation growing in your thighs.

Mark stood up off the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt in the most torturous fashion. Slowly exposing his chest and tattoos inch by inch. "Can I show them to you?"

"Sure," you breathed, distracted by the strip show your boyfriend was putting on.

His buttoned shirt slowly slid off his toned shoulders and fell to the floor. "I need a yes or a no, beautiful."

You felt your core pulse at the request. "Yes."

Mark walked over to the closet, opened the door, and disappeared from view. You could hear the sound of hangers moving and then the rustling of cloth. He returned, holding a black satin tie in his hands.

"May I?"

You nodded and closed your eyes as he gently tied the fabric around your head, making sure you couldn't see. Your senses were on high alert, acutely aware of every movement, every sound, and smell. You felt the bed dip as Mark climbed on top of you, his weight pressing into the mattress, his heat radiating toward you. His breath was warm on your cheek as he leaned close.

"Is that comfortable?" he whispered.

"Yes," you sighed.

His hands traced the contours of your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The sensation of not being able to see heightened the experience, making every touch, every kiss, every whisper of breath feel magnified.

Mark kissed your neck softly. "I've been waiting to get this dress off of you..." he said.

You felt his fingers slowly unzipping the front of your dress, exposing your bare chest. Your nipples hardened under his touch, and you gasped as his tongue flicked against the sensitive flesh. His lips trailed a hot path down your neck and across your collarbone, before circling around your hardened nipple. He suckled greedily, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. You writhed under his touch, your hips arching into his.

"So damn responsive..." Mark murmured.

You felt his mouth leave your skin, and the sound of him pulling the bottom half of your dress reached your ears.

Suddenly, you felt a cool, smooth sensation on your skin, followed by a sweet scent that filled the air. It took a moment for you to realize that Mark was drizzling warm oil onto your body.

The oil was slick and luxurious as Mark's hands glided over your skin, massaging away any tension or stress. His touch was confident and skilled, kneading your muscles with just the right amount of pressure.

As the massage continued, you felt yourself becoming more and more relaxed, surrendering to the sensations that were coursing through your body. The combination of the warm oil and Mark's expert touch had you melting into the bed.

"Mm... that feels so good," you moaned.

Mark chuckled. "Good, 'cause I'm about to make it feel even better," he murmured.

His hands traveled down to your legs, kneading the tense muscles there. You felt the mattress shift as Mark positioned himself between your legs, his fingers deftly slipping under the edge of your panties.

A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers began to work their magic on your most sensitive areas, his touch gentle yet firm. Your body trembled in anticipation, knowing that Mark's talented fingers were mere moments away from sending you into ecstasy.

You cried out as his fingers finally made contact with your slick, throbbing core, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Mark's pace increased, and he circled your clit, his fingers slipping and sliding through your folds. You gripped the sheets as you arched your back, desperate for more.

Mark's breath was warm against your skin as he leaned close, whispering into your ear.

"You're soaking wet, baby," he urged, his voice low and commanding. "You've been wanting this all night, huh?"

"So...badly..." You blushed into the bed sheets, turning your head away from your boyfriend's filthy speech.

"Am I making you shy?" Mark teased and planted kisses on your neck between each word. "I can stop if it's too much... but something about the way you won't stop squeezing around my fingers tells me you don't want me to."

Usually, the most you'd get out of Mark during sex was a couple of moans and a few curses, which you never complained about. But his sudden rolodex of vulgarity was completely unexpected, giving you the ultimate sensory experience.

"I want you to cum for me," he urged, his voice low and commanding.

You shuddered as your orgasm hit, waves of pleasure washing over you, soaking your panties. Your body trembled and quaked, a guttural moan escaping your lips. As the intensity of the climax faded, you slumped against the bed, utterly spent. You were vaguely aware of the sound of the oil bottle being placed on the nightstand, and then Mark's weight shifted on the bed.

"Open your eyes, baby," he cooed, gently pulling the silk from your eyes.

As you opened your eyes, the world came into focus. Your body was glistening with oil, and Mark was hovering above you, his gaze filled with admiration.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," he said. "How did I get so lucky?"

A blush tinged your cheeks.

"I could say the same for you."

Mark leaned in and kissed you passionately.

"You're the best gift I've ever had," he whispered.

His words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you found yourself craving more.

"What are you gonna do with me now?"

"Hmm," Mark contemplated while he touched the oil slick on your skin. "I should clean up my mess, shouldn't I?"

His lips reconnected to your chest, planting delicate kisses on your collarbone, and travelling down to your stomach. He planted a final kiss beneath your belly button before looking up at you with innocent eyes.

"Can I kiss you down here, babe?"

Your heart raced as you looked down at him with desire. You couldn't believe how much you wanted him right now. You nodded without a word, biting your lip in anticipation.

"How about a little biting?" Mark added. "I promise I won't do it hard."

Your heart was pounding in your chest as he looked up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. You couldn't help but groan in pleasure at his words, already imagining the feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin.

"Yes," You breathed.

His lips found their way back to your stomach, trailing down to the apex of your thighs. His fingers dug into your hips as he planted open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you with his tongue. You let out a gasp as his teeth grazed your sensitive flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He looked up at you with a wicked smile, knowing full well the effect he was having on you.

"More," you whimpered, your body arching towards him.

He obliged, his teeth sinking deeper into your skin as you moaned in ecstasy. It was all you could do to grip the sheets as he continued his assault, his tongue lapping at the sting he had left behind.

You were practically shaking at this point, your body begging for him to give you what you needed.

"Ready for a little love bite?" he asked again. The words made you tremble and your body ached for more. You nodded in response, signaling that you were ready.

"I always wanted to nibble on these thighs of yours." His teeth sank deeper into your thigh as he spoke.

"I've been wanting to kiss on them, too." He said between bites. You moaned softly at his words and felt yourself getting wetter.

His mouth was hot against your thigh, and your eyes shut closed as he moved to the other leg. "And I've been wanting to taste them." He whispered, his wet tongue drawing circles on your skin. Your thighs started to shake as you tried to hold your composure. His hands held your thighs still, not allowing you to move.

"Please". You begged him.

Mark's dark eyes darted up at you. "Please, what?" He asked as he licked on your panty line.

You moaned loudly and arched your back, as you struggled to get the words out. "Please, babe... stop torturing me." You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to feel his soft lips on your core. He smiled and nodded at you, as he began to drag the corner of your panties down with his teeth.

Without a word, Mark pressed his lips to your entrance, forming a seal around your folds with his tongue. He touched all of the inner walls of your wetness with it, rotating it around before pushing forward, exploring the depths of you.

Mark moaned, sending waves of pleasure through your body with every stroke of his tongue. His fingers gripped your hips as he pulled you closer to him and buried his face in your crotch. His tongue darted down your slit as he tried to push it inside of you. Your hands shot down to his hair, fighting the urge to scream as his tongue explored your inner walls.

It wasn't long till Mark felt your walls pulsing against his tongue, signaling that you were close. Your hips started to buck against his face as your orgasm neared and Mark quickly pulled his mouth away from you. You let out a disappointed whine as he pulled his face away from your dripping entrance.

"Did you like that, babe?" Mark asked, licking his lips seductively.

"Mhmm," You opened your eyes and met his gaze, too horny to even speak properly. "Why did you stop?"

"I'm edging you," Mark smirked devilishly. "It's pretty cruel of me, actually."

"I don't mind," you replied, a pleading look in your eyes.

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow. "You must be as much a freak as I am then, huh?"

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard his words.

"Please, Mark. I need you to do it again."

"Oh, I'll do it, babe." Mark's voice dripped with lust.

He bit his lip at you with a playful grin and then leaned forward to kiss you, his soft lips enveloping yours as he reached down with his hand. His fingers reached your entrance and he pushed them inside of you, stroking your clit with his thumb as he did so.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his tongue flicker against yours, eagerly kissing him back as he continued to explore you. You bit his lip and gripped his hair, pulling him closer as he groaned into the kiss.

You could feel your orgasm building again as he continued to thrust his fingers back and forth inside of you, his thumb moving in circles around your clit. His lips left yours and traveled down to your neck as he nibbled on it, pushing you over the edge in the process.

You felt a rush of pleasure as your release squirted out of you, coating Mark's hand as he eagerly lapped it up. His tongue darted down to your entrance, lapping up every drop of fluid as your orgasm subsided.

"That was so sexy," Mark said, lifting his head up to look at you. "But I think it's time to take it up a notch, babe."

You let out a moan of compliance as Mark let his fingers slide out from you. You watched in anticipation as he placed his hand on his crotch, undoing the button on his jeans with a quick flick of his fingers.

"Fuck me, Mark."

Mark teasingly shook his head, pulling his pants down. "Patience, baby. I still want to tie you up."

A shiver ran down your spine as you saw his lustful stare. He moved towards the bedposts and slowly wrapped your upper body with his extra ties. As Mark's gaze roamed over your body, you could feel heat radiating from him.

"Mm. Mm. Mm," he said, his tone full of lust. "You look so sexy like this."

"You don't look too bad yourself," you replied, admiring the sight of his tattooed physique.

He leaned forward, his lips inches from yours. "I want you so badly." he breathed, his eyes heavy with desire. "I can't wait to fill you up."

You felt your body react to his words, your core pulsing with need. Mark loomed over you, both hands resting on the sides of your head. His skin gently teased your wet clit.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked softly.

Your body tensed at the sensation of his lips against yours. "Yes."

With a wicked grin, he slowly plunged deep inside you, filling you completely.

"Oh, fuck..." he exclaimed, a soft moan escaping his lips.

The sensations were unlike anything you'd experienced before, and you could feel your walls tightening around him, milking him for every drop.

"Is this good?" Mark murmured against your ear, his breath tickling your neck.

Your response was incoherent mumbles.

Mark continued thrusting, his fingers clenching in your hair as he pinned you to the bed. The intense sensation quickly caused you to reach an almost unbearable level of arousal, your body throbbing in time with Mark's movements. He pulled out slightly, then plunged deeply inside you again, eliciting a muffled scream.

You felt yourself tightening up around him, trying to milk him even more, but you couldn't help it. You were so close. Mark's mouth found its way back to yours, kissing you passionately as he moved inside you.

"Baby...," Mark urged, pulling out even further. "If you keep on getting tighter, like this, I'm not gonna last."

His pace quickened, his breathing getting heavier as he neared his climax. He let go of your hair, bringing his hand to cup your face.

You felt him twitch inside of you, and the warmth of his release flooded your insides. Ecstasy-ridden cries left your lips as your own orgasm followed soon after.

"Fuck, you're so amazing," he groaned, burying his face into your neck. "I love you so much."

With his weight pressing down on top of you, you could barely breathe. Your heart pounded rapidly as if trying to escape your chest. You tried to relax and catch your breath, to regain some sense of composure. When you looked up, you found yourself gazing into Mark's intensely brown eyes, full of love and desire.

"I love you, too." You sighed, short of breath.

"Do you want to stop?" Mark whispered in your ear. "You seem tired."

"No, don't stop."

"I won't then."

Mark slowly pulled out and reached up to undo the ties around your arms and chest. "Sit up for me," he whispered, grabbing your hand restraints.

"Turn around for me, baby," He helped you to get on your knees, your arms behind your back, then positioned himself behind you. "Damn..." he exclaimed as he ran his hand over your hips and ass. "I wish you could see what I'm seeing right now."

He kissed down your back and began to softly massage your ass. His fingers occasionally trailed between your thighs, but he held himself back from touching you there. "Look at you..." he groaned softly. "I can see how much you want me just by looking. You're so beautiful."

Your heart ached at his words. "I do."

"How much?" he asked, pressing into you from behind. His erection rubbed against the wetness between your legs, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

"I've been thinking about this all night." You moaned.

"All night?"

He teased one finger into you and you gasped, rotating your hips so that he would push deeper inside. "Ohh," you groaned as a second finger joined the first.

"Ever since dinner." He thrust into you and you felt yourself tighten around him. The sensation only lasted a moment before Mark withdrew his fingers entirely. You whimpered. He smacked your ass before his fingers glided over your core. A soft moan escaped your lips as he slowly caressed it. He pulled back to spank you again before shoving further inside you. A whispered curse left his lips before smacking your skin once more and watching it tremble.

He gently grasped the front of your neck and pulled your head up off the bed. "Put your hands on the headboard for me, love. Keep your ass up high," he commanded. You obeyed, and he held your hips as he began to drill you deep and hard.

Your arms were bound, so you relied on your hips and lower back to support you. Your face and chest were pushed against the mattress, but you didn’t mind. The sensation of him thrusting into you had taken over your entire being. You locked eyes with him as he moved further and further in, hovering a mere inch from your back. When he brought one hand around to rub your clit, it sent shockwaves through your body. You bit into the sheets to silence a scream. You shook as the pleasure started to build within every fiber of your being - building, building until it felt like the whole world was crumbling around you.

"That's it," Mark breathed.

His hand reached forward again to find its way to your sensitive clit once more, and the sudden intensity caused you to cry out. Your heart raced and your mind spun wildly as your body seemed to be consumed in flames.

"Mark," you gasped, barely able to put any words together. "I'm gonna-"

"I got you, babe," he replied. "Let go."

Finally erupting in a blissful wave, your muscles tightened around him as if never wanting to let go. Mark's hand was still firmly held on your clit as he thrust into you one final time, his own orgasm overtaking him. As he squeezed your hip with both hands, his thrusts grew more erratic, until with one final thrust, he pushed himself as far inside you as he could.

You felt him tense up and let out a deep moan as he thrust one last time, his liquid love flowing into you. Your body shuddered as you felt his entire length throbbing inside you. You couldn't breathe, your body shaking with the intensity of the moment. He slowly pulled away from you, but before you could move, he held you tightly in his arms.

"Are you all right?" His voice was soft and gentle.

"Mmm hmm," was all you managed to reply.

He chuckled softly, his hands caressing your back. "Good. Me too."

Mark held you close, pulling you into him as he collapsed on the bed. His lips pressed lightly against your neck as he kissed your warm flesh. Everything about him felt comforting and intimate; his mouth was gentle, his movements slow and deliberate.

Finally, you opened your eyes and looked at him. His dark eyes stared back into yours as a gentle smile appeared on his face. His hair was a poofy mess sticking out this way and that, while a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead. He looked happy.

You smiled back at him with a racing heart; then said, "You were right."

"About what?" he asked.

"You are kinky," you replied with a grin.

He laughed heartily at your statement and the sound made you laugh too.

"Yes," he said with a playful smile, "but I think you liked it though; you couldn't help it."

"I loved it," you answered honestly, looking deep into his eyes.

He kissed you again, pressing his lips softly against yours as you kissed him back.

It felt like heaven.

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