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pars-ley · 5 months ago

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saw your drabble game. weird request but can you do jackson and the genre be idol with the plot having something to do with that video of him inviting that girl on a yacht with him. do you know what I mean? lol and the prompt be ""The way you taste, the feeling of your lips, you're like a drug to me." you can make it smutty. thank you and congratulations.

Title: Feeling lucky Pairing: Idol Jackson Wang x female reader Summary: Meeting a stranger and being invited to a party was one thing, but what happens when you get invited onto the Jackson Wang’s boat party? Genre: Strangers to lovers / Idol au / Smut / Rating: 18+ (NSFW) Warnings: Casual sex / protected sex / finger play / breast play / oral (male receiving) / Swearing W/C: 2.4k Banner: @94ugh who smashed it with this one! Beta: @hobeemin saved the day again! Notes: Thank you so much for this request anon, I hope i did it justice for you. Anyone who enjoys this please re-blog or comment or send me an ask, i'd really appreciate it!

You walk along the seafront, watching the sun slowly beginning its descent, preparing for the beautiful sunset. Sighing as the light dances across your skin, a warm caress you had missed while working so hard as of late. There was music playing from one of the boats up ahead, clearly from a party, judging by the amount of people you could see. You stop and lean over the railing, looking down at the sea below, the waves crashing gently against the wall, inviting you to join them and get swept away.

Someone laughs loudly on the boat beside you, drawing your attention again as they throw their arms around someone in a hug. You lock eyes with a man staring your way, completely oblivious that you are being watched, and his lips tug up into a sweet, sideways smile. Your cheeks flush slightly as you return one to the handsome stranger.

You can't help but think you've seen him before but unable to connect the familiarity. Glancing around to ensure the smile was meant for you, you notice a few people around with their phones out, filming him. He's definitely someone known, and you've definitely seen him.

He bites his lip and looks around the boat, searching for something, before returning to you. His friends around him are talking and oblivious, but he's fixated on you.

“Hey yo, excuse me,” he calls out.

You glance around, noting a few eyes on you, and point to yourself. He nods and beckons you, waving an arm towards him and calling, “Come on, come aboard.”

You hesitate, feeling self-conscious as people on the boat stare, awaiting your response. The boat already looks ready to leave.

“Is she going to get on Jackson's boat?” You hear a whisper from those around you and instantly connect the dots. Jackson Wang.

Your feet are moving before you register the action, heading to the gangway that had already been pulled away from the dock.

“Hey, wait, wait, let her on!” He calls out to the people by the entrance.

The boat halts before it gains any traction, and they bring out the walkway once more.

You can feel the slight hesitation making a knot in your belly, but one look at his face is enough to push any doubt away. Intrigue takes over, and you pull yourself on. The walkway wobbles slightly under you, but you move quickly along it and step onto the deck.

“Thank you,” you say quietly to the two men pulling the walkway back. They nod at you and head off down the boat.

“Hey,” Jackson says as he jogs over to you. I'm glad you could make it. I'm Jackson.” He holds out a hand for you to shake, but when you do, he brings your hand to his lips instead, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles. The feeling of his warm, soft lips on your skin sends goosebumps down your arm, and you resist the shiver that travels through you.

“Y/n.” Your reply sounds much more confident than you feel under his burning gaze.

“It's great to meet you. Welcome aboard.” His warm smile settles you as the boat glides slowly away from the marina.

You look back at the dock, growing in distance, biting your lip, knowing there's no going back now.

“Would you like a drink?”

You relax a little at the thought. “Yes, please.”

He holds out his arm and you thread yours through it, following his lead to the bar.

The boat was impressive, and there were people everywhere; he introduced you to some as you walked through, and you smiled and spoke politely, but all you were interested in was him.

He led you to a stall at the bar, where he sat adjacent to you. People seemed to dissipate and give you some space, which you were thankful for. After ordering your favourite drink, you turned your attention back to him.

“So, y/n, do you live nearby?” He’s completely focused on you, his eyes never leaving yours as he sips his drink.

Shaking your head, you reply, “I'm on holiday, actually.”

“By yourself?”

When you nod, his brows jump in surprise. “What's that like?” The perplexed stare he gives makes you giggle.

“It takes some getting used to,” you admit, “but I love it. You can do whatever you want, whenever you want. There is no compromising, just living completely selfishly, even if only temporarily.”

Scrubbing his chin pensively, he considers your words.

“I heard this quote once, and ever since, I have said it to myself like a mantra: 'Wherever you go, go with all your heart.’ If there's something I want, I go for it. If there's something I don't want to do, I say no. It's quite empowering, being unapologetically yourself.”

He stares at you, grinning, and you begin to feel a little self-conscious. “What?”

He leans forward, closing some of the distance between you. “That is one of the most honest things I've ever heard. I'm actually a little envious.”

Now, that you didn't expect. “Haven't you ever just given into your desires and pushed everything else on the back burner?” you wonder.

He hesitates briefly before answering, “Not too often, I must admit, but it does intrigue me.”

Smiling, you take a gulp of your drink. Your knee rests against his lightly, and the alcohol heads straight to your core, warming you and making you brave.

“You should try it,” you say, smiling at him over your glass.

“Maybe.” His eyes hold yours, searching, trying to read you. “So answer me this: you came on this boat, why?”

Shrugging, you reply, “I had no plans, and a handsome stranger invited me. What better way to spend my evening?”

You note a slight pink tinge on his cheeks and neck as he tries to hide a smile.

“Why did you invite me?” you shoot back.

His eyes narrow at you momentarily, his gaze still baring into you as if he's found the holy grail. “There's something about you. I can't put my finger on it, but it's something that makes me want to get to know you.”

Laying your hand on the bar, fingertips millimetres away from his, you don't miss the way his eyes flicker to them before returning to your face.

“Ok, next question,” he continues, “you're on holiday, now on this boat with me; what’s today's desire?”

His question was genuine and mostly innocent, but your initial thoughts were anything but. Downing your drink and sliding the empty glass on the wooden bar back to the bartender, you allow your fingers to skate lightly across Jackson's. “You.”

He sits up straighter, eyes darting from one of yours to the other. When you smirk at him, he realises how serious you are, a sudden heat burning in his gaze. You watch in fascination as his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. “I want you to know that that's not why I invited you on here. All that was on my agenda was getting to know each other.”

You nod, hearing his earnest words and believing them. “I know, and we still can…later. You asked me what I desire, and right now, that’s you.” Standing from your stool, you slot yourself between his legs, “If you want that too, then take me somewhere, private.”

His hands hover over your waist, lightly toying with the material of your sundress as he mulls your offer over. “Wherever you go, go with all your heart,” he whispers, more to himself than you, you think. He leans in so close that his lips tease yours with a ghostly touch before standing abruptly and taking your hand in his. " Come on,” he says, his voice suddenly raspy with desire as he pulls you along the corridors of the boat.

You can barely think straight from the prospect of his hands on you as you rush to try and keep up with him. He finally stops, pulling out a keycard to unlock the door you stand in front of, and as soon as that door closes, he’s on you. Your back pressed firmly against the wood, one hand leaning against it, boxing you in, and the other on your lower back, pushing you against him. His lips are on you, hard and urgent, exploring your mouth with his. As your tongues dance, your arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer. He uses this opportunity to slide his hands down the back of your thighs and lift them out from under you. Instantly, you clamp them around his waist as he carries you effortlessly across the room and lays you gently on the bed. Your mouths break apart as he sits back on his knees, and his fingers slither up your legs and under your dress. When he reaches your underwear, he pauses, waiting for confirmation, and when you nod, he pulls them off and tosses them aside. He delicately lifts your sundress, and his eyebrows knit together, pained, as he studies your most intimate area.

“You’re so wet already,” he whispers. Bucking your hips up in desperation for his touch, he finally obliges, sliding his fingers along your folds until he finds that sensitive bud and begins to circle it like a predator before attacking their prey.

You moan as your back arches with pleasure, your orgasm a teasing figure in the distance. He leans down, his body above yours, so he can kiss you again, brushing his lips down a pathway along your neck. He pulls the neckline of your sundress down, freeing your naked breasts, and his eyebrows pop up in surprise, making you giggle. But your amusement is soon forgotten when his lips encase one of your hard nubs, and he sucks, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to your core. As his tongue caresses your nipples and his fingers continue the relentless ministrations on your swollen clit, you can’t help but writhe under him. He thrusts onto you, his clothed erection rubs against the inside of your thigh, and the thought of him being desperate for you turns you on more than anything. He lifts his head to capture your mouth in a kiss once again, and your teeth find anchorage in his bottom lip. The moan he lets out is so sinful you push him off you and onto his back, needing to please him and needing to hear that sound again. The surprise on his face would make you laugh if you weren’t so intent on making him cry out instead. Focusing on the button on his jeans and pulling them down his legs, he helps you and sends another item of clothes flying. When you free him from his boxers, he bites his lip, his erection popping out and landing with a thud on his belly. You waste no time in grabbing him and closing your mouth around him, moving with a precise pace, tongue swirling as you go and your hand working at the base.

“Shit, fuck, y/n.” He breathes as he bucks up into your mouth. You swallow him into your throat, and the whine that escapes him makes you feel smug and satisfied with yourself. You’re torn between wanting to tease him until he begs but being so needy yourself and impatient for a release. Your selfishness wins as you pull yourself off of him.

“Condom?” you ask. He leans over to the bedside table, rummaging around in the drawer before pulling out the plastic foil package. He tears it with his teeth and wastes no time sliding it down his length. You straddle him and ease yourself down onto him as he stretches you most deliciously. You give yourself a moment to adjust.

He sits up, and his lips meet yours in a slow, gentle kiss, completely changing the mood.

Lifting the dress over your head and discarding it, you do the same with his black vest, revelling at the sight of his muscular frame, sliding your hands down his back to appreciate his body while you begin to grind your hips. His hands find anchorage on your buttocks, guiding your movements and keeping them slow. He hits that spot inside you once, twice, three times, and with each time you moan into his mouth.

“You feel so good around me, my god.” He whispers, his words causing you to clench around him, making him jolt. Rotating your hips, the two of you keep a delicious pace in perfect sync. You jolt when his thumb finds your clit, circling with the same speed you were moving. A familiar pull low in your stomach tightens, your orgasm approaching faster than you were ready for.

“Fuck, I just want you inside me all night.” you sigh, head thrown back as his lips explore your throat; his groan vibrates against your skin and only increases your pleasure.

“The way you taste, the feeling of you on my lips, you're like a drug to me.” he responds, “I can’t get enough of you.”

One of his hands finds your hair, gently grasping a fistful. He pulls your head to kiss him, his lips devouring yours so desperately you could hardly breathe. But who needed to breathe when you were this close to flying off the peak of the mountain?

Unimaginable heat consumes you as the knot in your stomach grows tight, and your hips move clumsily but desperately as you chase your release. As the volume of your moans increases, so does his as he realises how close you are.

“That’s it, baby, come on, come for me,” he says softly, sending delicious chills down your spine. Those words are your undoing as you unravel helplessly around him, body twitching and core clenching around him, milking him to orgasm. He clings onto your body tightly as his erection pulses inside you, warm seed spilling into the condom. As you both ride out your high and come back down to earth, you collapse onto the bed, side by side, legs still entwined.

“You,” he says between pants, “are incredible.” leaning over, his lips connect to yours once more, this time seeming hesitant for the first time tonight. You pull him down to you, kissing him back slowly but passionately, and when you break away, he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“You mentioned something about wanting me inside you all night?” he arches a brow at you, challenging your statement. “That can absolutely be arranged.”

Biting your bottom lip at the thought, your core clenches around nothing, and your heart goes into overdrive all over again. “I hope so. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

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huihuiheart · 2 months ago

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Idol As Your S/O Series - Jackson - NSFW Ver

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Requested: No

Warnings: NSFW Themes Below Cut

SFW:

How did they fall in love?

He’s the type to take his time falling, but who others easily fall for. He likely will know he loves you for a while but doesn’t let himself really fall until he knows you better. It’s not a time thing, but more of a how well you know one another thing.

PDA Level: 7/10

PDA in more of a romantic and gentlemanly gestures type of way than in a super touchy-feely type of way.

Gift Type:

Flowers, like constantly. The type to keep one from the bouquet so that he knows when you need a fresh one. I can also see him buying you clothes and accessories, but usually while you’re out together. He’s the one buying what catches your eye.

They surprise you/try to surprise you how?

He can do both, private dinners and elaborate parties. You’re not going to have a clue either way though, man knows what he is doing.

Favorite scent on you:

As cliché as it sounds, his. He is absolutely obsessed with you wearing his scent. The man cannot get enough of it.

What is your home like?

I get very rich boy modern mansion vibes from him. I mean where better for parties, but your private spaces such as the bedroom are much warmer and cozier. Those spaces are definitely more personalized for the two of you.

Day in:

Days in are just for the two of you. Time to relax and just be absorbed in one another’s presence. Will somewhat plan these out in that if things have been rough he’s making sure you both have a day off for this.

Casual Day Out:

Typically lunch and shopping. Aka an at-your-own-pace outing. He finds that it's good for talking, but also if either of you needs a change of topic you have plenty around you since you’re out somewhere. It helps things remain comfortable while encouraging communication.

Night Out:

Something lively like a club. This man loves a good party and falling in love won’t change that. It just means that he wants to party with his lover now.

Vacation:

He seems like the city type, but he does well at mixing classing cities like Paris and lively modern cities like New York. He’ll keep you on your toes with which type you’ll end up in. After all, he’s not one to be considered boring.

NSFW Below:

NSFW:

What was the first time like?

He is such a gentleman. So constant check-ins and such. He knows exactly what he’s doing, but he’s ensuring you go at your pace. Even if that means only foreplay one night and so on, this man is bending to your comfort.

Romance Level:

About 50/50 depending on his mood. Now afterward he’s always a romantic, but in the heat of the moment, you might be in for more spice than sugar.

Favorite Position:

Anything where he can see your face, he likes being able to visually check in on you. He likes gripping your jaw to make sure that you’re looking at him.

Dom/Sub/Switch:

Switch. This man does it all and he does it well!!!! He seems like he’d have a slight dom lean, but I’d say he’s like 60/40.

What is it usually like?

Very passionate, the man cannot keep his hands off you. He seems like the type to be switching up positions all of the time. Multiple rounds are very much the norm with him.

Gift type sexy edition:

Lingerie and toys. Like lots and lots of both. Though to be honest it is definitely for the both of you.

How do they spice things up?

Toys and bondage in any combination imaginable. With the collection that he had gotten you both it’s not likely you’ll have a repeat anytime soon either.

Unexpected at first:

Anal. He was hesitant for a few reasons, but to be honest he loves your ass so much that it really doesn’t take him long or much convincing to give in.

Don’t Expect:

While he is the type to play around with pain and degradation he is never truly mean. He always balances it out well and he’s like the same in return. That being said he is okay taking a bit more than he gives.

Almost Always:

Teasing. This man wants to go all night and part of making that happen is teasing. Part of that is also multiple orgasms... for both of you.

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markie-baby · 1 year ago

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If You Love Me | pt.1

🌹AngstFluff/Smut (18+ MA) Part II 🌹Black Female Reader x Mark Tuan 🌹shower sex 🌹Your boyfriend Mark has been away on his first solo tour for his album, The Other Side. You haven't seen him in months and something is...off. Now that he's back home, there are a few things you need to get off your chest.

You stared intently at the last text messages your boyfriend sent you.

(7:00 pm) Markie-moo💜: I just landed😁

(7:05 pm) YAYYYY💕 can't wait to see youuuuuuu

(7:05 pm) you sure you don't need me to pick you up?

Read 7:09 pm.

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I'm sure😊 I need to go by the studio real quick, then I'll be omw

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I can't wait to see you, beautiful🖤 I've missed you so much

(7:15 pm) Okay💕 Let me know when you're otw home... I've missed you more!

Read 8:30 pm.

You glanced up at the time on your screen...It's 11pm.

"Your father is very late." You sighed at Milo, who could only look up at you and tilt his head as if he understood the severity of you using the word 'Father' and not 'Daddy'.

The television screen shined through the tall bottle of red wine that sat on your living room table, which casted a shadow on an open bag of gummy bears. You already started snacking on them an hour into waiting for Mark to get to your apartment, and only just realized that you obliterated half the box already. You spent the past three days gearing up for Mark's arrival from his first album tour; aimlessly cleaning your place, cooking all of Mark's favorite foods, buying wine, and meticulously sprinkling rose petals all over the bedroom. You even got dressed up and wore that perfume he liked on you... only to find yourself feeling silly, scratching the belly of his furry baby, as your bones grew stiff waiting for him.

Regrettably, you couldn't deny that you weren't surprised he was a little late. The strongest part of your relationship with Mark was first and foremost, honesty. Mark hated lies and had never told you one himself. Which is why it was so obvious that he has been lying for the past few months. Badly. I was stuck at the studio and I lost track of time, being the most frequently used of the bunch. You'd find him speaking in a low tone for phone calls, rarely letting you use his phone or laptop, and getting absorbed into his phone screen. He started becoming distant... becoming someone completely different from the man you met. You started suspecting he was cheating.

You moved to LA six years ago to pursue owning a business and had no intentions of having a long-term relationship. Mark was a little timid towards you when you first met him through a mutual friend. He never said much outside of the realm of "Hi", "How are you", and "How are you doing?" But as you stuck around more and more, you couldn't help but be drawn to him. You felt connected talking to him about your aspirations, hopes, and fears, knowing that he was always there to listen and share some of those same feelings. It also helped that Mark was (and still is) the most beautiful man you've ever met in your life. Every time you met up with him, you found yourself drinking up all his features; from his pink, heart-shaped lips that opened to a breath-taking smile, to his deep, dark, entrancing eyes. The last time you got lost in Mark's eyes as his best friend, was when your business hit an all-time low.

"I just don't know, Mark..." you sobbed through clogged sinuses. "I don't think I can't still support myself if my business can't make more sales."

Mark was only inches away from you on your couch as you cried into your fetal position.

"Hey, hey..." Mark gently placed his warm hands on your shoulders. "Don't think like that. You've done amazing so far... There has to be something else you can do to get your sales up."

"Well..." You poked your head out briefly. "I could do more marketing... but I already spent so much money on marketing and-"

The tears started reforming in your sore eyes as you hid your head back into your knees. Silence hung in the air like a bad joke as the idea of complete failure circled in your head... You would have to leave the life you worked so hard to build in LA, only to return home to square one, with your tail between your legs. You weren't ready to leave your hard work, your home, your friends, or Mark...

"Y/N..." You felt Mark leaning closer to you with a rasp in his voice. "Look at me."

You reluctantly looked into the eyes of your friend, and suddenly, all the anxiety and fear that you felt only seconds ago, felt like forgotten emotions. His eyes seem to pull you into their calming, deep brown pools.

"Ever since I met you, I have seen you fight and work hard for this. I've admired your passion, and how dedicated you are to your dreams... It's one of my favorite things about you. You can't give up on this now. Not after you worked this hard. Not after you've built this life for yourself all on your own... Not to mention how hard it would be to say goodbye to you if you leave."

"Mark..." You felt your heartbeat in your throat.

"I care about you... and I hate seeing you struggling like this. If you need help, why didn't you ask me?"

"I just didn't want to inconvenience you... I know you've been busy in the studio and doing photoshoots I-... just figured that could do this on my own. Like I've always done everything on my own."

Mark's eyes trailed yours, slowly inching to your nose then your lips...

"You don't have to do this alone." You felt Mark snake his long fingers in between yours. "I'll be there for you... like always."

The bubble developing in your throat was an indication that the waterworks were rising again. Up to this point, Mark has been the most supportive, honest, sweetest, considerate, and the most chill person in your life. He's always been there to listen to whatever you had to tell him; what you see each other doing in the next few years, or a late-night drunken rant about pineapples on pizza. And whenever Mark called, you would drop everything just to hear how his day was. Whenever you hung out with him, you could be alone or in a group of other people, it was like it was just you two. Your soul mate...

You looked into Mark's eyes again, feeling your heart start to race... in your trance, your eyes wandered across his face, admiring how the low glow of the Livingroom television showed his soft textured skin. How his hair was poofy since he raced over to you from his nap. Sometimes you felt like you didn't deserve someone this amazing and supportive to be in your court. But Mark was just your cute little blessing on top of all the other ones. Overcome with emotion, you crash into Mark's arms and held him tight.

"Thank you so much, Mark. For everything." Your stress left your body in a big sigh. "I love you..."

You felt Mark's arms around your waist slowly pull you closer to his body and his face buried into the crook of your neck.

"I love you more..."

You replayed his response in your head as you held on to him.

"I love you more" Thump.

"I love you more" Thump-Thump.

"I love you more" Thump. Thump-Thump-Thump. Thump.

Your heart started to race. Goosebumps raised when Mark's breath lightly brushed your neck, and you felt his strong heartbeat thump against your chest. What was this feeling? You were scared to pull away, frightened of getting lost in his gaze again.

"Um, right s-so..." You cleared your throat. "Thanks again, Markie."

You tried pulling away... but found that Mark's grip was still tight around you.

"Wait..." He spoke in a low tone that made your spine shiver.

Your heart felt like it was going to climb out of your mouth. Of course, you've been this close to Mark plenty of times before, you guys have practically held hands before. But there has never been this type of tension hanging in the air. It was almost suffocating. You looked into Mark's eyes for some sort of sign... but damn, he was looking so gorgeous. Your eyes traced his whole face; every curve of his pink lips, every line in his jaw & every eyelash sitting upon his beautiful eyes. Oh, his eyes... they seemed to sparkle... and they were intently fixed on your mouth. Instinctively, your hands made their way up to his jawline, which produced a small sigh from Mark's parted lips.

He was slowly closing the space between your faces. The heat started to rise in between your ears, as you battled with the thought of kissing your best friend. If you did, you could be either making the best decision of your life... or ruining a friendship with a man you cared for deeply. But you couldn't deny... you wanted him. With every heavy breath that Mark breathed, with every second his hands tightened around your thighs, with every inch that his lips drew closer to yours... your desire for him grew. The realization that you loved him grew.

"Mark-"

With the most genuine softness, Mark closed the painful gap between both pairs of lips. Both of your bodies were lost in each other... neither of you realized just how steamy your little make-out session got. You became a couple shortly after, with this year being your third year together.

With each passing day, you felt more frustrated in your conflicted feelings. On one side, you were upset at him... but more at yourself for letting the situation grow. On the other hand, you felt the yearning for him grow hot and restless in your core, and eventually, you couldn't help but touch yourself out of the thought of him. The way his dark, loose curls flop over his forehead, the sparkle in his eyes, the sincerity of his smile, the sweetest of his cologne, the slight curve of his lips, the softness of his skin, the heat of his breath-

You snap out of your trance when you hear the jingle of keys at the door. You tap your screen back to life. It's 11:55 pm.

"I'm home!" Mark poked his head through the door at beamed at you on the couch.

"Mark..." You couldn't help but sigh.

"Babe!" Mark cheesed the brightest smile you've ever seen as his chest collided with yours.

His arms tightly squeezed around your waist as you heard him drink in your scent. Finally, your boyfriend was home, with a bouquet as bright as his smile. Almost instinctively, your nerves weakened in his warm embrace, and you melted around him. You forgot about everything you were ever upset about. With every bone in your aching body, you wanted to hold him... feel his skin gently graze yours, caress his adorable face, and shower him in kisses... but he still broke his promise. The one person in your life who was always truthful, real, and loyal... wasn't anymore.

"I missed you so, so much..." Mark whispered into your ear.

"Mark..." You pulled away from him. "What took you so long..."

"I'm sorry," He sighed. "I got tied up again-"

"Mark I..." You paused. "I've spent all of the past 3 days preparing all this stuff for you. And I have been... trying so hard to be so excited for you to come home. For you be in my arms again, to kiss you, to make absolute love to you..."

"What?" Mark's eyes widened.

"We need to talk about something."

Mark's smile slowly started to fade and the bouquet slowly lowered from his grasp.

"You've broken the one promise that we've had in this relationship... you lied to me, Mark. And you've been doing it over and over... And I'd hope that our bond was strong enough for you to realize that I would notice that."

"Hey-"

Mark gently placed the bouquet on the kitchen counter and held both of your hands in his.

"Do you truly think I'm cheating on you?"

You looked longingly into his eyes, only to be handed a cold, serious gaze in return.

"No," You bit your lip in hesitation. "You wouldn't do something like that. But I don't know what to think, Mark."

Mark sighed deeply...

"I leave for months and come back to a fight..." He scratched the back of his head in frustration. "You said that the one promise we made in this relationship was honesty, but you broke another one too. You don't trust me to be loyal to you?"

"I do trust you! But what am I supposed to make of this, Mark?" Your eyes stung.

Mark's cold gaze softened. "I have never had the thought of ever cheating on you and would never. I'm sorry that I was distant and made you feel that I wasn't being truthful."

"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it until now..."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I've been waiting for forever just to get back home to you." You felt his warm hands caress your waist. "Can I please kiss my beautiful girlfriend now?"

"Yes." You breathed.

Mark snaked his hands further around your waist, and with a passionate firmness, pursed his lips between yours. You felt your body tingle with warmth and your heart beating heavily against your boyfriend's chest. A groan left Mark's lips as he left yours.

"Hey..." Mark's voice turned raspy as he eyed your body. "You deserve my honesty; The real reason I have been distant is because I was putting a lot of energy into planning something really important."

"Planning something...?" Your head cocked to one side. "For your album?"

"No, for you."

"For me..?"

Mark's lips cut your question short and derailed your train of thought.

"It's a surprise for later." You could feel a smirk developing on your boyfriend's soft lips. "Let me enjoy the surprise you have for me first."

Mark gazed over at the romantic display you made in the living room.

"Do you like it? I hope I didn't go overboard..."

"It's perfect." Mark looked into your eyes with the utmost sincerity. "And you even got me my favorite gummy bears? It's everything I could have wanted. And you being here with me makes it all better."

Mark infused passion into every aspect of his life, and his way with words was no exception. Surprisingly, conveying his feelings verbally wasn't always his forte in our relationship. However, he consciously broke free from the habit of murmuring, trailing off, and avoiding eye contact. Despite not being the most talkative when we initially met, the incomprehensible extent to which Mark went out of his way to express how much I meant to him was truly remarkable.

"I'm so glad you're home." You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's torso and pulled him close.

"Me too." You felt a light peck on your forehead. "Why don't we get this night started?"

It was 2:45 am when the credits started to roll on the third horror movie that Mark insisted that you both watch. Unfortunately, he had been too invested to realize that you had fallen asleep since movie number two. You found the most heavenly spot on his chest to rest your head, and with his right arm snuggled gently around your torso and his left hand resting on your thigh, it was a guaranteed recipe for a great night's rest.

"The gore in that was something else-" Mark cut himself off when his eyes came to gaze on your sleeping figure.

Your face was adorably smushed up to Mark's chest, letting out soft breaths as you rested. All four of your limbs found themselves wrapped around his slim body, trapping him in your sloth-like embrace. Mark's eyes traveled and the bottom hem of your dress found itself dangerously hiked up to expose your smooth thighs.

Mark rubbed his hand against your thigh. "Wake up, babe."

You blinked your eyes awake and gazed upon the tired eyes of your boyfriend. "Oh shit, did I fall asleep?"

"Definitely. And I think you were snoring a bit, too." He joked.

"Oh stop." You rubbed your eyes to get a better view of the clock. "Oh shit, it's late..."

Mark's voice became hushed. "Maybe we should...continue this celebration upstairs?"

"You're ready for bed?"

"I am. But not necessarily sleep."

You smirked, picking up on his hint. "Oh, I see..."

Without saying another word, you took Mark's hand and guided him up the stairs, where you were greeted by the romantic glow of the moon.

"Oh..."

"You like it, right? I got rose petals, the candles are all lit..." You gestured towards the bathroom.

Mark pulled your hand back towards his body and planted a firm, hungry kiss on your lips.

"You are so sweet. This is amazing..." His warm hands caressed your cheeks. "How do I deserve someone as perfect as you?"

You could feel the heat of his breath on your lips. He was close, too close. The temptation to press your mouth to his was too much to handle. You could almost taste the mint of his toothpaste.

"I know I've been a little distant for these past few months." Mark started. "It's just... I've had a lot on my mind. There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, but I didn't want to rush things."

"Yeah?"

"But now, I can't hold back." He cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb against it. You felt his gaze bore into yours, and he seemed to study every inch of your face.

"What is it, baby?" You pressed.

"I'm so in love with you. I love you so much that it hurts. I love how passionate you are, I love how you make me feel when we're together, and I love that you've been patient with me during this whole process. You're my rock. You make me want to be a better person. I want to be worthy of you."

"Mark, you already are." You gently held the sides of his face. "Don't say that. You are good enough, Mark. You have such a kind heart and a big soul. You're the most loving and caring person I know. Just don't get too caught up in your music, and start overworking yourself. You're not gonna find me there."

Mark let out a soft chuckle in response.

"You always know what to say," Mark breathed. "I need to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"I know that I was gone for a while, and I want to make it up to you. So, how would you feel about me taking you on a trip?"

"A trip?" You shot him a confused look. "Where would we go?"

"Oh, don't worry about that." Mark kissed the tip of your nose. "I'll take care of everything. Just be ready to leave for this weekend."

"Three days??" You giggled. "You really just planned a whole trip, huh?"

"Anything for you."

As Mark leaned in to kiss you again, you couldn't help but notice his scent. He smelled like the airport and the plane and everything else that was not his normal aroma.

"Speaking of jet setting, you smell weird," you chuckled.

"What do you mean?" he laughed back.

"I'm not sure, but you just smell different."

"Well, I should take a shower then," he suggested. "And maybe you can join me."

"Okay, but don't try any funny business." You smirked.

"What?" He feigned innocence.

"You heard me," you replied, wagging your finger at him.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see," he said, pulling you close.

"Wait and see, huh?" you repeated.

"Yeah, just wait and see."

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from him, making your way toward the bathroom. As you walked into the bathroom, you could hear Mark following closely behind. You pulled him toward the bathroom and turned on the shower, the sound of the water filling the small room. The sound of unzipping made your head turn to Mark, who was already undressing. You watched on in perverted wonderment at how his abdominal muscles flexed under his perfect skin as he moved to remove his underwear. He glanced over his broad, muscular shoulders, smirking while keeping eye contact as he bent down. You admired how his hair grew poofy from the steam beginning to form around him.

"Enjoying the view?" Mark's husky voice startled you, causing your eyes to snap to his face.

"Shut up," you said as you joined him, sliding the flimsy slip of material you wore onto the floor.

Mark's eyes burned with need as his gaze traveled up your legs, slowly drinking in the image before him.

"Damn..." he breathed as he raked his teeth across his bottom lip, his dark eyes meeting yours.

You smiled coyly at him as you stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind you. Mark's eyes never left yours as he joined you in the warm spray of the water.

"Mmm," he hummed as he cupped your cheek and brought his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first but quickly turned passionate and needy. You ran your fingers through his damp curls as he pressed his hips into yours, his hardening length brushing against your stomach. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your bare flesh as the water cascaded around you. You moaned softly as his lips found your pulse point, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth.

"I love the sounds you make," he growled as he gently nipped the delicate skin.

"Hey, don't forget that you have to take a shower, stinky." You chuckled.

Mark grinned and rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle of shampoo that rested next to the tap.

"Okay, okay."

You watched in anticipation as he squirted some of the soap into his hand, before applying it to his hair. His eyes stayed fixated on yours, which flickered down briefly to take in his naked, glistening body. You couldn't help but admire his perfection, even when doing the most mundane task. How his pectorals flexed with every movement, as he brushed and lathered the soapy bubbles throughout his coils of dark brown hair. How his veins tightened from his arms to his hands, and how each drop of water seemingly dripped at a pace slow enough for you to memorize. Your gaze traced down from his chest to his abs, and even further down past the borderline of pubic hair where-

"Babe."

"Sorry, what?" Your eyes shifted back to his face.

"Were you paying attention?" Mark smugly raised an eyebrow.

"I was definitely paying attention..." You trailed off.

"So what was I saying?"

"You were saying, that I was being the best girlfriend ever!"

"Mm-hm."

"By making us dinner tonight."

"Mm-hm."

"And how your favorite gummy bears are an ample reward for me having to put up with you-"

"Alright," Mark chuckled as he laid his index finger on the seam of your lips. "Point made. You got me."

"Duh." You nipped at his knuckle. "You're so easy. What did you say, anyway?"

"Something..." Mark teased as he dunked his head back under the water, washing the remaining shampoo down his torso. "About how much I really, really, missed touching you. All of you."

You snorted. "You mean our little quickie at LAX before you left didn't cut it?"

"Is that what you call what happened at LAX?" He asked, pulling you close and pressing his arousal against you.

"Yes," you giggled. "Because that is exactly what we did. You were the one trying to miss your flight."

"I couldn't help it." He groaned. "It was just so hot."

"Oh shut up." You laughed.

You grabbed the bottle of body wash, poured some on your towel, and rubbed the soap into the cloth.

"Are you gonna help me or what?" You asked playfully.

"What do you think?" He replied, grabbing the other end of the towel and helping you rub the wet cloth along your body.

Your breath hitched as his hand moved from your ribs down to your hips and your mouth dropped open when you felt his fingertips graze your behind. You groaned loudly as Mark continued to caress your ass, his other hand sliding around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. You shuddered as he pressed his lips against your neck, murmuring words of love and encouragement in between every kiss.

"Why didn't you come with me on tour, again?" Mark asked as he continued massaging your skin.

"We talked about this, Mark," you replied, lightly rolling your eyes. "I wanted to be here and continue working. And I don't think I'm cut out for road life."

"But I wanted you there..." he pouted, making your heart stop. "I missed you like crazy."

"I missed you, too..." You turned to face him, seeing him still with an upset frown. You reached for his hands and gently ran your thumb over his knuckles.

"But I don't think I can spend another tour without my Markie-Poo," you admitted with a soft smile.

You looked up to see your boyfriend with the brightest grin you've seen him with in a long while. Mark immediately took the back of your head and pulled your face towards his in a loving embrace, getting soap all over his arms and torso...

"So you're telling me that the next tour I have, you're coming with me?"

" I promise."

"I could get used to having you near me every day," Mark whispered into your ear, his low voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I'd hope so," You replied. "It would be pretty confusing to accommodate another presence in our bed, otherwise."

You could see a pout starting to form on your boyfriend's lips. You loved how Mark could make a face of indifference switch from a stone-cold wall into a begging, adorable, child. The pout quickly melted away, however, and you were only able to appreciate its short existence for a split second. His eyes shifted from your own to your neck, his pale and slender fingertips gliding gently against your exposed collarbone.

"Hey..." You whispered into his ear. "What are you thinking about?"

Mark didn't speak. Only paused for a moment, as if contemplating what he wanted to say, but only getting lost in your beauty. Your breath hitched. His eyes were focused on yours as he inched closer to you. He never broke your stare until his hand suddenly reached up and he placed it ever so carefully against your cheek, causing you to inhale deeply. His eyes flickered over your face, resting for a brief moment at your lips, then back up to meet yours once again. His hand traveled from your cheek and made its way down to your chin, tilting your head up slightly. His lips met yours, softly and gently. He didn't push or rush. He seemed to savor the moment, pulling away just enough to let out a small whimper.

"Did you just moan?" He asked.

"Mmmm, maybe," you replied teasingly.

"If we weren't in the shower right now..." he started.

"Then what would we be doing, Mark?" You asked, grinning at him.

"Then," he said, his low voice rumbling as his hand wrapped around your waist, gently moving his face close to yours. "I would be taking you against the glass."

Mark kissed your forehead tenderly and continued his gentle ministrations against your skin.

"We would start slow," he began. "My hands would travel all over you, starting at your hips. I'd go over them over and over until I could feel you shake."

You bit your lip as Mark's movements matched his words. You could feel your cheeks warm from the way he talked. He had never talked to you this way. Never with the confidence and sultry tone of voice. Mark was normally a gentle, passionate, yet quiet lover.

But this was different. It was sexy. You loved it.

A moan escaped from your lips, unable to suppress the shiver that ran throughout your entire body. The mere thought of having him inside you caused your muscles to twitch and spasm. Mark chuckled lightly as he leaned into you, his hands still exploring your curves. You loved it when he held you. His touch felt so warm and comforting. It made you feel safe and protected, but at the same time, you loved how strong his arms felt against your frame. He felt so large compared to your small size and it gave you the most pleasant butterflies.

"After that I would pick you up, your legs around my waist," he said softly, pulling back a bit to stare into your eyes. "And then, I'd drive you insane..."

He emphasized each word as if he were whispering them into your ear, and his words left you breathless and speechless. Mark's voice had a way of making you feel things you've never felt before.

"Sounds like you really want to have shower sex," you said with a slight giggle.

He kissed you passionately as his hands glided back to your ass once again, gripping you firmly as he slowly lifted you in the air. You wrapped your arms around his slender neck, and your legs around his waist. As your curves pressed against him, you could feel his excitement, causing your eyes to widen slightly. You hadn't even touched him yet, and he was extremely excited for you.

Mark placed one hand against the shower wall for support and you looked into his beautiful brown orbs once more.

"Have you been wanting me, like I have been needing you?" He asked in a low and husky voice that sent shivers through your body. You answered him by pressing your lips against his and kissing him passionately. After a few seconds, Mark moved his kisses across your neck and down to your collarbone. He sucked on it lightly, causing you to gasp as your nails dug into his shoulders. He let out a small groan, and you couldn't help but laugh slightly. The man was adorable.

For five agonizing minutes, he tortured you with his mouth, and slowly lifted you higher. Your heart started beating so fast, causing a mixture of nervousness and excitement that blended perfectly.

"Relax babe," Mark cooed.

You took a deep breath, the smile not leaving your face, and nodded at him.

Mark entered your slit slowly, his length engulfing your walls slowly. You sucked in a breath and shut your eyes tight, letting yourself enjoy this feeling of being filled so completely by your boyfriend. He went deep, his entire length inside you now. He let himself stay there for a second, giving you time to get used to this new feeling. Then he pulled out a few inches before sliding back into you. He continued this process, slowly getting a rhythm, his thrusts growing in power. You moaned each time his length penetrated you.

"Yes..." you breathed and heard Mark moan in response.

He increased his pace even more, driving his length into you and then withdrawing completely with each thrust. Soon, the sounds of water splashing off your wet skin filled the room. Mark became a mess of grunts and pants every time he penetrated you, audibly teasing you toward your climax.

"Babe, you feel so-" A deep moan escaped your boyfriend's parted lips.

His breath was hot on your neck as he worked you towards your release, and it felt like electricity every time his skin touched yours. You had forgotten where you were, who you were, and what was going on around you, it was only you and Mark.

"Mark..." you moaned.

You couldn't hold off your orgasm any longer as waves of pleasure washed over your body. He continued his ministrations as you rode your high, and you watched him as you came down. You looked in awe at this beautiful specimen of a man standing before you as he held you in his arms. He just smiled at you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Then he exhaled and put you down, slumping against the cold tile wall. His wet hair dangled over his blushed face. You smiled and placed a hand against his cheek, stroking it gently as you gave him another kiss, he kissed you in return, and the soft brush of his lips lingered as you pulled away.

"I love you," he said, his gaze fixed on yours.

"I love you, too."

You say "You took the energy out of me."

Mark smiled and leaned back against the wall. "I guess you could say that," he smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think you'll be able to get to the bedroom? Or do you need me to carry you?"

You slowly stood up, ceasing the sound of running water with your index finger. "Carry me, please!" You pouted and raised your arms.

Mark chuckled as he opened the shower door to retrieve your towels.

"Alright, alright, my queen," Mark threw your wet towel on your head, muffling your laugh. "I'll carry you to the bed."

You pushed the towel off of your face as Mark slipped his arms underneath your wet body and scooped you up into his arms.

"Mmm, you smell much better," you murmured as you nuzzled against his neck. Mark snorted and kissed the top of your head.

You were smitten by his scent and the way he handled you with such ease. He gently laid you on your bed, sinking in on top of you, like you had been daydreaming of for months.

"I've missed this," he whispered, "missed touching you, missed watching you sleep..." He brushed a strand of hair away from your face and gazed down at you like you were the only person in the world.

"I missed waking up next to you, seeing your face in the mornings, and hearing your voice at night."

He brought his lips to yours, softly and sweetly like he was afraid you would break. His lips tasted like the memories of stolen kisses in dark corners and glances behind closed doors. The more you tasted his lips, the more you craved, and you pressed into him, desperate for more.

"Baby, I've missed you so much," he mumbled against your lips, "and you don't understand how crazy it's been."

"No kidding," you replied, returning his kiss with equal vigor.

"Everywhere I went, fans were throwing themselves at me. All I could think about was you. All I'm ever gonna want is you."

Your heart skipped a beat at the confession. You pulled away to smile at him, taking in his beautiful face. It wasn't just his looks that captivated you; it was his mind and his heart. He was pure goodness through and through, and you knew you were the luckiest person in the world.

"And all I ever want is you," you replied. Mark cupped your face and stared into your eyes, his deep brown eyes pooling with emotion. "You okay, babe?"

"It's nothing...I just- I love you," he said, his voice cracking slightly, "so much."

You kissed him fiercely, overcome with emotion. "I love you a shit ton too."

Mark laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling. "Well, you better. You won't be able to get rid of me that easily."

"Good."

Mark smirked and moved his head down, trailing kisses across your stomach and past your navel.

"What are you doing down there? Aren't you tired?"

Mark looked up, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"It would be a waste not to take advantage of the candles and rose petals, don't you think?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

To Be Continued.

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Focus On Me (Sub!Yugyeom x Dom!Reader)

Pairing: Sub!Yugeom x Fem!Reader

Word count: 5337

Genre: Yugyeom is your fanboy and you're a famous r&b singer, he's not an Idol.

Warnings: Smut, femdom, pegging, rimming, oral (fem receiving), Yugyeom calls you ma'am, goddess, mistress, fem pronouns

Minors DNI pls.

Smut below the cut

As the stage lights dim, you are drenched in sweat and adrenaline, and you take a moment to soak in the love and energy of your loyal fans. You stand up and take your final bow before heading to the backstage area.

The cool air backstage is a sense of relief, contrasting sharply with the heat of the stage lights. Your manager greets you and hands you a cold bottle of water, and you thank them.

The sounds of backstage cheering and clapping from your staff and team ground you a bit. Your heart is still beating fast after performing in front of your roaring crowd of forty thousand people.

There are so many people backstage, but you only have one person on your mind.

"Great job, Y/n," your manager hands you your favorite flowers, sunflowers, and compliments you for your second sold-out show in Las Vegas.

You waltz over to your boyfriend, Jaehyun, and kiss him quickly.

"Hi, baby," you smile and hug him. You feel his warm embrace, and he kisses the top of your head.

"Y/n, you were amazing out there! You topped your last show. I'm so proud of you," Jaehyun praises you, and your lips curl into a smile, and you peck another kiss against his lips.

Even with your eyes closed, you can see the flash of white light as people snap photos of the two of you.

Jaehyun grabs your hand and leads you back to your dressing room. You follow him, head into the room, and close the door behind you.

Once the door closes, Jaehyun sits on the couch and wipes his lips. "Did you have to wear so much lip gloss?"

"Uh, yeah. I have to make sure I look good on the jumbotron so that my fans in the nosebleeds can see me sparkle."

You sit in front of the vanity and roll your eyes at him. You start using wipes to remove your makeup.

"I guess. Next time wipe it off before I kiss you."

"Yeah, okay. It's not like I wanted to kiss you anyways," you retort.

"The feeling is mutual. Plus, I don't know where your lips have been."

"I could say the same about you."

"You can't can't say that I've only been with one person. I'm in a committed relationship with my partner."

"Good for you. This fake breakup can't come soon enough," you groan and grab the wipes to clean the makeup from your face.

"Trust me, I'm only here for the clout."

"Please, you need it for your image Mr. Ice cold, and so you build up your POC audience for your solo debut," you remind him.

"Yeah yeah. We need each other. So, we're scheduled to be seen at the club after your show. Your outfit is on your hotel bed," he informs you.

"Perfect. I say we stay for an hour, kiss a few times, and then leave. Is that enough?" You ask.

"I think so. Maybe, we snap a few selfies too?" Jaehyun asks.

"Sounds good. After this we could have an agency together to help other celebrities fake relationships for clout," you say.

"Hell, we do have a whole following. I think we could do that," Jaehyun comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your body.

"Nice to see you excited about something. I'll try to wear less lip gloss."

"Thank you. It's just that my boyfriend hates lip gloss and he wants to see me before we go to the club. Is that cool?"

"Yeah, just don't make us late, please. He came from Boston to see you?" You ask him.

You haven't met his boyfriend, but you are happy he has someone to look forward to. This life as a celebrity can be lonely.

"Uh huh. We're staying together tonight and then he has to go back. I wish I could go with him."

"You could. I could just say you got sick."

"No, because people will think you are sick, and they will blame me. Then it will be outrage."

"I don't have Korean fans. You do. My fans in the states don't care. They are too busy writing AMBW fanfiction about us," you laugh.

"I don't think we should do it. I appreciate you caring about my happiness, though."

"Of course. This celebrity life can be so draining sometimes."

"Do you have anyone special waiting for you in your hotel room?"

Your eyes connect with his dark brown eyes through the vanity mirror. You study his face to see what he knows about your tea.

"Possibly."

"Spill."

Jaehyun moves from behind you and props himself up against the vanity.

"I'm fucking a fan."

"Scandalous…No way," Jaehyun's jaw drops, and his eyes grow. You didn't expect his reaction to be like that.

"I know. But, there is just something about him. He's a huge stan, too. Am I crazy?"

"Uh yea. You don't think he'll leak that our relationship isn't real."

"Hell no. I made him sign an NDA when I replied to his DM. He knows better than that."

"Be careful."

"Always."

***

You head back to your hotel room, and your security follows you up to your room. Before you enter your room, you turn around and thank your staff for protecting you. You exchange goodbyes as you enter your room.

Your heart flutters when you see him on the couch with dandelions in his hands. A baseball cap is covering his dark brown wavy hair.

You instantly know it's him, because you could spot him anywhere. The door closes behind you, and you can't get over how beautiful this man is to you.

He stands to his feet and walks toward you. The large window overshadows the colorful lights of the sinful city below you.

The two of you stand in front of each other with a few inches separating you. He looks down at the ground, and his cheeks are slightly red. You can tell that he's so nervous to meet you in person.

You aren't sure why because you two have been talking for a while, and been on Facetime plenty of nights. Talked dirty via text, so you aren't sure why he's being like this.

"Hi Gyeomie," You speak his nickname for the first time, hoping to break the awkward silence between you.

"Hi, Star," Yugyeom finally looks up into your eyes. His smile radiates from his lips and warms your heart.

"I'm not Star, right now. Please call me, Y/n.," you correct him. You have insisted on this many times, but he slips a lot and still calls you by your stage name.

You know the power dynamics are slightly different because, to the world, you are the best-selling female R&B artist in the world. But, you want to be humanized, and make him feel equal to you.

"Okay, Y/n. You look beautiful."

Your heart flutters and sinks into your chest. You bite at your bottom lip and flash him a smile. All you want to do is attack his beautiful face with kisses. But, you are trying not to move too fast.

You notice his purple silk shirt is slightly open, and your eyes trail down to the dark denim jeans that hug his thighs perfectly.

"Thank you. You are so handsome," you reply.

"I bought you flowers. I'm sure you received a lot tonight."

"I did, but my manager has them. He checks them to make sure there aren't any cameras or anything in them. But, I appreciate you getting me these. They're beautiful. Let me put them in water," you say.

You grab the flowers, and your hand grazes against his fingers, causing you to heat up instantly. You return to the kitchen area and toss the other flowers in the trash. You put Yugyeom's in the vase.

"You didn't drink tonight like I asked. Right?" You ask and return to where he's standing.

"Yes ma'am."

"Mmm.. good boy. Can I kiss you?" You walk over to him and sit next to him.

"Yes, of course," he says. He toys with the rings on his right hand.

You can see his face is slightly red from blushing. You can't remember the last time you had this effect on a man.

You lean in closer to his, and you close your eyes. You wrap your arm around his waist and hold onto his belt loop as you kiss him. Your lips collide with his, and the kiss is perfect. It sends chills down your spine.

You pull away from him and look down. The kiss has you on fire already. You move into his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulder.

"Damn, how'd I get so lucky?" You look up into his eyes, and you can tell your admission takes him back.

"Lucky for what? I'm just a fan boy. I can't believe I'm meeting you," he stares at the ground. You lift his chin and stare deeply into his eyes.

You push him back against the couch. You run your hands down his chest and feel his abs underneath his shirt.

"Please, you're hot. I'm still shocked you're single."

Yugyeom covers his face. His shyness is so surprising to you. He's always so confident online and even when he talks to you. So, to see him all shy right now is a bit surprising.

"Only, because none of them are you."

His comeback is smooth, and you uncover his beautiful face. His shyness isn't something you expected tonight.

"That's sweet," you giggle. "But, you know I'm far from perfect. Your Twitter feed always makes me smile. I'll have a rough day and scroll through your memes and laugh. Especially, the one where you photoshopped your head on Jaehyun's body."

Yugyeom covers his face again, and you can see the redness in his face. "It's weird isn't it."

"No, it's not. I love it. Trust me. I'm a pretty blunt person. I don't say anything I don't mean. It's an honor to meet you."

You want to make him feel special because these last few months have meant a lot to you. It's brought you so much through this hectic time of touring. You have confided a lot in him. You've spent a lot of late-night conversations talking about your life as well as his.

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not. You're sexy as fuck, and your body is amazing. Most importantly, you're super sweet and supportive," you compliment him.

"Oh my god. Thank you so much. You are sexy-"You lift your hand and stop him.

"No, this isn't about me. I get a million compliments a day. I don't need it," you say.

"I don't even know what to say. I've read so many reader fanfics of yours. I can't believe it's happening."

"Which ones are your favorite to read?"

"The ones where you dominate me."

"I'd love to make that a reality, but I have to get ready to go out with Jaehyun for a quick club appearance. I should be back in an hour. You can order whatever you want. But, no alcohol," You kiss him on the forehead. You feel him tremble underneath your touch.

"Okay. But what if I don't want you to leave?"

"Trust me. It's tempting to stay, but I have to keep up appearances. You understand, right?" You reply. You straddle his lap.

"Yes," he nods.

"Why are you so nervous around me? We've talked a bunch of times over the phone and over facetime," you remind him.

"I know, but to be in your presence is different. You're Star the biggest R&B singer in the world. I'm just Yugyeom."

"You aren't just Yugyeom. You are a talented and amazing dancer. If my fans weren't so nosey, I would have hired you. But, I don't want you getting hate or death threats."

"I know. Us fans we notice everything."

"Exactly. Plus, you're a popular guy on the internet. Your dance videos are dope. When are you going to start doing it full-time?"

"I don't know. I'm not professionally taught."

"So, fucking what. You are so talented. If Jaehyun wasn't such a dick, I would ask him to put you on at SM. But, we will figure it out. You deserve for the world to see you."

"You don't have to do that."

"But, I want to. Out of all my well-known fanboys you are the most talented."

"Am I the first one you ever met?"

Now, that's a question you don't want to answer. You can't believe you walk yourself right into the question. You've hooked up with a few of your fanboys.

"Eh, no. You're not. But, you're the only guy I'm talking to at the moment."

"Forreal?"

"Yes. I keep telling you that. Being in a fake relationship with Jaehyun has the perks."

"How does that work? You two seem so in love?"

"Acting," you laugh.

"So, how long will you be gone tonight?"

"An hour. The club is down the street. I'll just tell Jaehyun I'm tired."

"Sounds good."

You make your way to the bathroom, and you close the door behind you. You lean against it and take a deep breath. You need to figure out how to read this situation with Yugyeom. Something seems awkward.

Does he really want you?

Are you coming on too strong?

Typically, when you meet up with one of your fanboys, it isn't a lot of conversation. You hook up, watch TV and joke around, and they leave.

So, your interaction with Yugyeom has you overthinking. Is there something about you he doesn't like now that he's met you in person? Are you not as attractive in person?

You have so many thoughts, and your insecurities are popping up.

You wish you could just rely on the fact that you are Star, the best R&B singer in the world, but you can't.

That's not how you see yourself. You are confident in your singing ability, but don't let that get to your head. Nor do you use it to take advantage of people.

But the fact that Yugyeom has yet to make a move has you questioning everything.

Maybe, he's waiting for you to take the lead.

You know Yugyeom and have talked to him for months. But, there is something there. You have feelings for him. As much as you wish you didn't.

You do.

That's the difference between him and the other fanboys you've hooked up with. You got to know him on a personal level before meeting him.

The last thing you want to do is hurt this beautiful soul. The connection between him is so electric and feels so real.

You care about his well-being and want to do anything to help him succeed in his professional life.

Yugyeom deserves the stars, the moon, and the sun. He's delicate to you. Since, you've started talking to him, you don't even entertain anyone else.

You would be with him in a perfect world, but you're in a PR relationship you can't get out of right now.

How would that make you look if your fans found out you were dating one of your fanboys?

You sigh at your overthinking and look at yourself in the mirror. You take off your clothes and place your phone in the sink.

Your phone lights up, and you see a message from him.

Yugyeom: I'm so sorry… I'm shy. You have me at a loss for words.

You: Gyeomie, I am moving at your pace. Whatever you want to happen tonight will. I brought my strap just in case.

Yugyeom: You must think I'm a prude after I told you how much of a slut I am, and now I'm acting like a virgin.

You: No, It's not like that. I'm in here overthinking. I was starting to think you didn't like me.

Yugyeom: Of course, I like you, Y/n.

Your heart sinks when he calls you by your real name. Star is just your stage persona and not the real you.

You: I like you too. I know you're a slut. But, I want you to feel comfortable. Trust me, there isn't any pressure.

Jaehyun: Hurry up, don't let the fanboy get you pregnant! Lol

You shower quickly and wash away all of the stress from today's concert. You gave it your all on that stage and gave those people all you had.

You go into the bedroom and get ready for your club appearance. You slide into your dress and pull it up. You walk into the living room to have Yugyeom zip it up.

"Can you zip my dress please?" you ask.

"Sure," Yugyeom stands behind you and zips up your dress. You walk over to the mirror in the living room to see how the multi-colored sequin dress fits you.

"Thanks."

"Can we take a picture?" Yugyeom asks.

"Of course," you say.

Yugyeom wraps his arms around you and snaps a photo.

You lean over and grab his face. You plant a kiss on his cheek. He snaps another picture. He turns his head and kisses you. You slip your tongue into his mouth, and your belly flutters with butterflies.

You two end up back on the couch. You kiss him on his chest and lead a trail of kisses down the middle of his chest. "Fuck," Yugyeom whines out.

Yugyeom has wanted you for years. Never in a million years did he ever think he would get to be with you. Somehow, he caught your attention on Twitter, and you two exchanged flirty messages via DM.

That turned into text messages, late night calls, and even facetime calls every other day. You had become a part of his real world, and it was no longer a parasocial relationship where you didn't know he existed.

Yugyeom's fanboying tendencies have turned into real feelings. There's not a moment in the day where he doesn't wonder what you are doing. Not a moment doesn't go by where you aren't on his mind.

The same goes for you. You are always thinking about Yugyeom. His social media persona is just that, a persona and when you got to know him you saw him as more than a fan. In your eyes, he's a sweet and thoughtful human being who is so intelligent and beautiful on the inside and out.

He's not your first fanboy, and to be honest, you hope he will be your last.

Your fake relationship with Jaehyun is just a publicity stunt to help him grow his international presence more since he's dropping his debut solo album, and SM Ent wants to capitalize on the fact that he speaks English.

Yugyeom is the guy you can't get out of your head. In the recording studio, you sing all your songs to him and only him. He's on your brain when you are penning lyrics to your songs.

He's the one you are thinking about when you rest your head. You hold back sometimes because you might be too thirsty for Yugyeom. You sometimes feel like you're his fangirl, but you always keep calm.

"No, I want to taste you first. May I?" Yugyeom stops you, and you lay back on the couch.

"Of course."

Yugyeom gets down on his knees and pushes your dress up at your hips. He seductively pulls down your panties and shoves them in his back pocket.

You spread your legs for Yugyeom, and it's what you've been waiting to do for the last five months since you started talking to him.

Sure, you had other fanboys on speed dial, but you were saving yourself for Yugyeom.

It was more than sexting that made you interested in him.

Yugyeom marvels at how your pussy glistens for him. A slight smirk builds on his face, and he's in awe at how beautiful you look with your legs spread for him and him only.

Yugyeom draws his face closer to your sex and holds your legs over his shoulder. He kisses your sex and closes his eyes to take in your scent. His tongue probes inside of you and savors the taste of your sweetness. "Mmm.. you taste so good."

His goddess is here with her legs spread open on the top floor of the most expensive hotel in the city. A place he could never afford to step foot in.

Here he is, admiring the sweet taste of you. He's dreamed of this moment so many nights. He's stroked his dick and thought about having you cum on his tongue. He's longed for you for a very long time.

Yugyeom's tongue explores your center and laps up all of your wetness that has dripped down. He licks you with ease and grace. This isn't the time to race. He wants to take his time and allow your orgasm to build because the reward will be beyond worth it.

Yugyeom nibbles on your clit and your body shudders for him. He feels prideful with a bit of an ego. You picked him out of all your fanboys across the world. He's the one who gets to worship his goddess. His dick is rock-hard, but the focus isn't on him right now.

Yugyeom is getting off from pleasing you. He can feel a bit of precum leak against his boxers. All he wants is for you to experience the best orgasm you ever had.

His mouth waters, and he alternate from loving on your clit to drilling his tongue deep inside you. Your pussy clenches around his tongue.

You can't remember the last time someone ate you out this good. Yugyeom is the perfect slut to make you cum hard. He's giving you everything he has, and you are enjoying the moment. You are so glad to have him in your hotel room.

"Goddess, your pussy is so good. You're so fucking wet for me," Yugyeom moans against your sex, and you grind your pussy against his face. Ugh, why does this beautiful man have to be so fucking good at cunnilingus?

Right now, your body is on another level. You are ready to explode for him. You can't believe how hot this man has made you.

"I'm gonna cum," you nearly scream. You wrap your legs around his head and release.

Your ride the wave of your orgasm, and Yugyeom is right there with you as your body rises and falls.

Yuygeom doesn't miss a drop when you cum for him. You sit back on the couch and pull him into your lap.

"Thank you, Gyeomie," you kiss him as you hold in your lap. You pull back and tell him. "When I come back I'm going to eat you out."

"Mmmm.. I can't wait."

Your sexual invitation is interrupted by a knock on the door. Your heart drops because you forgot that you had to leave. "Fuck, Jaehyun is here. Go into my bedroom. I'll be back soon," you reply.

"Yes ma'am."

You take a deep breath and stand up. Yugyeom helps you up and your legs are shaking a little bit. You lean in again and kiss him. Tasting yourself on his tongue gives you a bit of a rush.

"Ugh, I wish I could stay here and eat your ass. But, it'll have to wait. Don't touch your dick until I come back."

"Yes ma'am."

***

You sit in the VIP lounge with Jaehyun's arm wrapped around your waist. You don't want him on you, but you know you must make the interaction seem believable.

Yugyeom is texting you non-stop. Thankfully, you have a privacy screen protector on your phone so Jaehyun's nosey ass can't read your text.

Yugyeom: I want to stroke it so bad. But, I know you told me to save it for you.

Y/n: I will know if you cum, too. So, please wait for me.

"Who has you typing away at your phone? You can't even contain your excitement," Jaehyun's monotone voice irks you.

But, that doesn't take away from the fact that you are still high from Yugyeom eating you out.

"My boo."

"Did you fuck him?"

You glare at him. You look around at your VIP section, of course, it's just the two of you. So, no one can hear you, but you still can't be too sure.

"Not yet. You interrupted us."

"Not my fault. Can I see a picture of this fanboy?"

"No. It's none of your business."

Jaehyun sips on his mixed drink. "Why aren't you drinking tonight?"

"Cause, I plan on fucking him tonight. I want everything to be right."

"Interesting. So, after tonight will you see him again?"

"I hope so. He got tickets to see me in Phoenix, too."

"He's thirsty as fuck."

"No, he isn't. He's just supportive."

"Are you sure he isn't using you?"

"Using me for what?"

"Clout."

"Like you aren't?" you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, but I'm already famous. He's not.. or is he?"

"Don't worry about him. My NDA is ironclad, so everything is fine."

***

You arrive back at the hotel. You were gone for over an hour, but you are grateful that Yugyeom is so understanding. You slip the keycard into the hotel door and walk into the room.

Yugyeom is curled up on the couch with a blanket around him. The white light of the television reflects against his skin.

"Gyeomie?" You call out to him, but he doesn't respond. You walk over to him and sit next to him. You kiss him on the forehead.

"Y/n?" he groggily responds.

"Come on.. let's get you to bed," You reply. You help him up and lead him into the bedroom. You pull the cover back and take off his pants.

"You were gone longer than an hour," Yugyeom responses.

"I'm sorry, boo. But, I'm here now. Let me make it up to you. Let me change my clothes. Let's go into the bedroom," you reach out to him.

Yugyeom grabs your hand. He follows you into the bedroom. You turn around and he unzips your dress. You open your suitcase and grab the box holding your lube and strap.

"Get naked," you say over your shoulder. You place the lube on the table and pull out your strap-on.

By the time you put your strap on, you see he's already nude and waiting on the bed for you.

"Do you miss me?" You ask. You stand over the bed between his legs. His dick is already hard for you.

He nods, but that isn't good enough for you.

"Tell me. Use your words."

"Yes, I missed you. All I could think about is you."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mistress. I missed you."

"Mmm.. can I eat your ass?"

"Yes, mistress."

You get on your knees in front of him and pull him to the edge of the bed. You place his legs over your shoulders. You waste no time shoving your tongue into his ass.

Yugyeom moans out and its music to your ears..

"Fuck, you're so tight. Are you sure you're a slut?" You continue to jam your tongue deep inside of him.

"I'm your slut," Yugyeom whimpers for you, and his legs lock around your head.

A chill goes through your body as you hear him say that. You knew that his slutty side would emerge tonight.

His body reacts so easily to you, and his dick springs right up. You stroke him with your right hand while you lap away at his entrance.

You work your hand up and down his length, and you can't wait until you get to fuck him. You know you need to loosen him up a bit. You reach down between your legs, and you're already dripping wet. You use your juices to lube your fingers.

"Baby, you sure you can handle my strap?" You ask him.

"Yes, it isn't my first rodeo, goddess."

You love the cockiness in his response. "Okay, baby. Let see how you respond to my fingers, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You slip a lubricated finger inside of him, while you return to stroke him with your other hand. He works his ass against your finger, and you add another digit.

"Mmm.. such a good boy taking my fingers. I guess you are a slut. You don't know how bad I want you."

"Ruin me, goddess."

You take a deep breath trying to hold your composure as you continue to work your magic on him so he can relax, and you can make love to him.

"You ready?"

"Yes, please. I need you."

"How bad?"

"Really bad.. it's all I wanted."

You stand up and instruct him to move towards the middle of the bed.

You grab the lube and coat your strap, and you prepare for him for the pounding he's about to receive.

"You're so beautiful," you compliment him as you grab his legs and look at him. Under the dim light, he looks ethereal and has a glow.

"Thank you, goddess. No one has ever told me that before," Yugyeom replies shyly.

"It's the truth. You ready to get fucked?"

"Yes, goddess."

It's kind of cute how he switches up between being confident to shy.

You push his legs back and instruct him to hold his legs for you.

You ease into him, and move into him slowly. As you continue to penetrate him, Yugyeom's expression shifts from shyness to a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. The way he moans and arches his back only adds to his allure, making the experience even more intoxicating.

"How does it feel baby?" You ask him, checking in with him.

"Good.. you don't have to go easy on me," Yugyeom taunts you, and it's all the motivation you need.

Yugyeom grips the sheets as he stares into you. The beautiful woman who has changed his whole life. The woman he's wanted for so long. He can't believe he's really here in this moment with you.

He's enjoying the way you're making his body feel. He loves watching you pump into him faster. He strokes his dick, and you cover his hand to guide him to move faster.

"Goddess, this feel too good. I want to cum."

"Not yet. I'm just getting started."

Yugyeom knows that you are in charge. That's why he likes you so much. He enjoys letting you lead and take control. He loves the way you taste he can still taste you on his tongue.

You stop moving and Yugyeom looks at you. The euphoric feeling has come to a complete halt, and he doesn't want it to end.

"Goddess, please," he begs you. "Please keep going."

"Get on all fours," you instruct him.

"Yes, ma'am."

Yugyeom excitedly gets on all fours as he's instructed. He arches his back and waits for you to enter him again.

Yugyeom feels you smack his ass, and he jumps a bit. He loves the impact, and you enter him again, this time from behind.

You hold onto his waist, and you pound into him harder than before this time. If the slut says he wants it rough, then you're going to give it to him. You move faster and thrust into him. The visual of him on all fours for you is literal art. His moans fill up the room, and continue pleasing your lover.

"You like the way goddess fucks you?" You grab his hair while you work your strap into him.

"Yess!" Yugyeom cries out.

"Stroke yourself and cum for me, then," you instruct.

Yugyeom's hand immediately wraps around his throbbing length, his moans growing louder as he follows your request.

The sight of him pleasuring himself in sync with your powerful thrusts intensifies your connection.

Yugyeom releases into his hand and collapses forward onto the bed.

You slide out of him, lie beside him, and hold him in your arms. "You did so good, baby," you compliment him.

"I love you, Y/n," Yugyeom confesses.

"I love you, too Gyeomie," you reply.

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