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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years ago

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

What happens when Jeongin-resident juvenile and the baby-is no longer the youngest puppy in the pack household? Even if it's just for a night?

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!SKZ, omegaverse, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, skz x you, skz x reader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n, skz fluff, fluff, guest appearances from Jinyoung and Jackson

Genre: Nothing but Pure Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Title: Puppy Love

“And we’re sure we can handle a whole evening with this kid?”

Chan sighs good naturedly and rolls his eyes, folding up the multiple blankets left on the living room couch by the omegas’ movie date the night before.

“Yes.” He reiterates, as he arches a brow and gives the other alpha a reassuring, slightly exasperated smile. “We’ll be fine.”

Changbin lifts his own brow in response and stares him down seriously. “I admire the confidence, hyung, I really do, but this is Wang Gae Park Gae’s gang-aji we’re talking about here.”

Chan chuckles beneath his breath and shakes his head, tossing the last folded blanket into the basket beside the TV.

“We’ll be fine.”

Jeongin enters the room, you hot on his heels-both of you carrying baskets overflowing with various childrens’ toys and activities-and catches the tail end of the alphas’ conversation.

“Yeah, hyung, we’ll be fine!” He hefts his basket onto the couch beside an unimpressed Changbin with a strained grunt and wipes his hands together, grinning confidently, gaze scanning the basket’s contents triumphantly. “I borrowed a bunch of shit from the education department for the weekend. We’ve got everything a kid could ever want!”

Jisung appears seemingly out of nowhere to whack the youngest omega on the shoulder sharply.

“Hey! You can’t say shit in front of a kid!”

“Ow shit! The kid’s not even here yet, hyung!”

Another hard smack.

“Doesn’t matter. Start practicing now.”

You set your own basket of toys down beside Jeongin’s as the two continue to argue, and stretch your back, giving Chan a smile before you turn to Changbin with a knowing look.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, Binnie. We’re gonna be great babysitters.”

“If you say so.” Changbin mutters beneath his breath, pushing himself off the couch and disappearing into the kitchen without another word.

There is a knock at the front door, and Jisung and Jeongin trample over each other to try and be the first to reach it, yelling and pulling and tripping.

You and Chan follow behind with open exasperation.

“Aha!” Jisung reaches the door first, fingers curling around the knob, and flipping off a clearly annoyed Jeongin, wrenches open the door to reveal three figures standing on the doorstep.

“Yah, Jisungie!” Jackson leaps over the threshold with a huge grin and immediately puts the surprised beta into a headlock, ruffling his hair roughly as Jisung protests and struggles. “Have you gotten taller since I last saw you? You have, don’t deny it.”

Chan sidesteps the scuffling trio and greets Jinyoung as he steps through the door now as well, a tiny pink backpack held in his hands, and a set of tiny hands wrapped around his leg.

“Hyung. Good to see you.”

Jinyoung smiles, his eyes crinkling, and hugs Chan briefly. “You too, Channie. You look well.” He glances behind the alpha to where his husband and Jisung are still locked in battle, his expression growing exasperated. “Sorry about him. No manners.”

“It’s all right.” You step up beside Chan now, curling an arm around Jeongin’s neck and dragging him with you, giving Jinyoung a large grin. “We’re well aware he’s never been housetrained.”

Jinyoung chuckles heartily at that, and Jackson yelps from the background in protest, “Hey!”

Chan, meanwhile, has crouched down to be at eye level with the little girl cautiously peeking out from behind her father’s leg, watching the chaos silently with big, dark eyes.

“Hey MeiMei.” He smiles softly at the little girl, and she studies him curiously. “Remember me?”

Jinyoung drops the child’s backpack to the side and crouches down now as well, pulling MeiMei out from behind him and settling her carefully in front of him so she can come face to face with Chan from the protection of his arms.

“Remember Channie-samchon, MeiMei? You’ve visited him before. He took you to the park while daddy and l were at the doctor.”

MeiMei continues to stare at Chan with large eyes, and then she nods and a slight smile breaks through her serious expression, curving her tiny pink lips.

Chan risks scooting a little closer and holding out his hand toward the little girl.

“We got ice cream and went on the swings, remember? And now you’re gonna play at my house for a little bit while your daddies go on a date. That sounds fun, yeah?” MeiMei nods again, harder this time, her long dark pigtails bouncing, and then she turns to Jinyoung and whispers something into his ear.

A smile splits Jinyoung’s face, and he chuckles, glancing at Chan before his gaze raises to you, watching the exchange with a slight smile.

“She says you’re really pretty.”

Your eyes widen, and you feel warmth in your chest, as you release your hold on Jeongin, crouching down beside Chan without another thought.

The little girl ducks her head shyly into her father’s shoulder, keeping one eye on you, as you give her a reassuring smile and cock your head, studying her.

“Can I tell you something?” You ask, feigning a whisper, and MeiMei nods, coming out of her father’s shirt just a bit. You wink at her. “I think you’re really pretty.”

MeiMei giggles and her fingers unclench from Jinyoung’s blazer.

Jackson appears at Jinyoung’s side then, out of breath and hair tousled, and as he smooths it down haphazardly with his fingers, he glances down at his husband and daughter, then to his watch.

“Jinyoungie, we need to go. Our reservation.”

Jinyoung glances up at the younger man and nods, before he looks back to MeiMei, who seems a lot more comfortable now, playing shyly with a toy Jeongin had offered her from somewhere in one of his pockets.

Chan clears his throat and reaches for the little girl cautiously.

“MeiMei.” When she looks at him, all dark eyes and long lashes, Chan offers her a comforting, warm smile, and you smell the spike of petrichor in the air, the calming pheromones flooding the entryway. “Your daddies have to go, but they’ll be back later, okay? So can you stay with Channie-samchon and Unnie until they’re done? We’ll have lots of fun, I promise.”

A brief hesitation, and then MeiMei nods, and takes Chan’s outstretched hand.

He grins, and passes her to Jeongin, who takes the little girl eagerly, bouncing her in his arms until she’s giggling and flushed.

“C’mon, MeiMei. I’ll show you all the cool toys we brought you!”

The youngest disappears down the hall with the still giggling toddler in his arms.

Jinyoung sighs and pushes himself to a standing position, watching them go, and then his gaze slides to you and Chan.

“Thanks for doing this. Really.”

“Don’t kill my kid, Han Jisung.” Jackson points at the beta, who has once again appeared beside you, straightening his clothes with a grumble under his breath.

He flips the older man off.

Jackon’s hand curls around Jinyoung’s forearm and he tugs him slightly toward the door, even as the omega hesitates.

“She’ll be okay, right?”

The younger alpha rolls his eyes but presses a soft kiss to his husband’s cheek regardless. “She’ll be fine. Listen.” He points down the hall, where you can hear MeiMei laughing from the living room where she’s playing with Jeoingin. Jackson grins. “In fact, she’ll probably wanna live here when they’re done.”

Jinyoung sighs and you see the older omega’s shoulders relax, and when he looks at you all again, his lips are curled into the start of a small, genuine smile.

“Okay. We’re going then.”

Jackson ushers him toward the door, silently mouthing over his shoulder at Chan, “Thank you!”

And then they’re gone, leaving only the lingering smell of cherries and gunsmoke in their wake.

Chan pushes himself to his feet with a sigh.

He glances at you with the hint of a smile and a sparkle in his eye.

“Where’s Felix? He’s gonna love that kid.”

********

“Okay, you have to be really quiet, okay?” You whisper with a demonstrative finger to your lips, and MeiMei nods solemnly as you crack open the door to the betas’ closet.

“Okay, come on!” You grin and slide inside, tugging the toddler in with you, settling her on your lap as you sit cross legged in the dark on the cluttered closet floor.

“Okay.” You breathe out a breath and it rustles the little girl’s dark hair. She looks up at you curiously, her eyes reflecting the limited light creeping in from underneath the cracked door. You glance down at her and give her a smile. “Now we wait.”

MeiMei settles back into your lap, resting her little head on your chest, and you can’t resist leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

She smells good, like baby shampoo and the faded effects of her fathers’ combined scents.

There is the sound of a door opening, and you immediately tense, MeiMei glancing up at you once more in question, and you quickly hold another silent finger to your lips.

There is the sound of footsteps, and then,

“Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Moe. Where did that cute little girl go?”

Chan’s distorted his voice to be deep and scary, but MeiMei giggles cutely regardless, and you have to bite back a laugh of your own, lest you give your hiding spot away, though you know the alpha on the other side of the door probably already has a pretty good idea where you are.

He thumps around some more, humming and hawing, just for the show of it, and MeiMei giggles again.

“Channie-samchon can’t find us.” The little girl whispers, though it’s a child’s whisper, so it’s still much too loud, but you grin and nod your head anyway.

“You’re right. We’re much too clever for him.”

“Where could they be? I have no clue.” Chan speaks up again, louder, feigning confusion, and you can hear him getting closer to the closet, closing in.

“Maybe-” He hems, footsteps growing even closer still. You hear his fingers grasp the knob on the closet door.

MeiMei holds her breath, her little body curling into yours, eyes wide and fixed on the view of Chan’s sneakers that peek beneath the door.

Chan takes in a deep inhale, and lets out a comically low growl.

“-in the closet?!”

He flings open the closet door, flooding the small space with light, and MeiMei shrieks loudly, as you laugh and Chan dives in to capture you both, tickling the little girl’s sides as she laughs and squirms, trying to get away.

“You found us!”

“Yeah, I did!” Chan grins and sits back, slightly out of breath, eyes bright, curls mussed, and pinches MeiMei’s cheek affectionately. “You guys were really good at hiding.”

“Did you find Lixie-samchon too?” MeiMei questions, as Chan scoops her up into his arms and carries her out of the closet.

You follow, straightening up and blinking against the light from the bedroom after being in the dark of the closet for so long.

“Of course I did.�� Chan puffs his chest proudly as he carefully carries the girl down the stairs in front of you. “I’m the best seeker in the whole world!”

MeiMei looks over his shoulder to you, as if to confirm his words, and you silently shake your head, motioning to yourself.

She giggles and glances back to Chan, who has just watched the whole exchange.

“Don’t believe her, MeiMei!” He cries dramatically, swinging her around as they reach the hallway at the bottom of the stairs. “I’m the best!”

“No way.” You counter, shaking your head, as you slide past them and head toward the kitchen. “Unnie’s the best seeker, everyone knows it.” You peek over your shoulder at MeiMei with a smug look. “Right, MeiMei?”

MeiMei nods enthusiastically. “Right.”

“Ouch.” Chan groans, holding his hand to his chest as if he’s been shot as you enter the kitchen, jiggling the little girl in his arms until she’s laughing again. “I can’t believe you’d betray me like this, MeiMei.”

The smells of jjigae and kimchi warm the kitchen, Minho putting the finishing touches on a boiling pot of stew in front of the stove.

Changbin looks up from his spot at the table, a slight smile on his lips, his hands stilling in their task of rolling kimbap as Chan carefully sets MeiMei into her booster seat beside him.

MeiMei glances at the alpha beside her as Chan crosses the kitchen to slide an arm around Minho’s waist and ask him something in a low voice.

“Hey kid.”

MeiMei’s large, dark eyes fall on Changbin’s face and he smiles, offering her a small piece of finished kimbap, which she takes eagerly, stuffing it into her mouth.

You resist the urge to coo at how cute she looks, like a little squirrel, cheeks stuffed full, eyes wide.

“Good, yeah?”

MeiMei considers, swallowing, and holds out her small, chubby hand for another piece.

With a glance in Minho’s direction, Changbin covertly slides another piece of kimbap into the palm of her hand.

MeiMei immediately pops it right into her mouth.

Changbin hides a smile, nods in approval and turns back to the task at hand.

You hide a grin of your own and slide into the seat opposite them at the table.

Minho turns from the stove, all business, swatting Chan out of his way as he carries the bubbling pot of stew to the table.

“One of you make yourselves useful and call the others. It’s time to eat.”

Changbin motions to the kimbap he’s currently assembling. “Can’t, hyung. Busy.”

Chan slides into the seat next to you and steals one of the complete kimbap, even as Changbin and Minho both give him glares in response.

“Sorry, hyung. I gotta taste test.”

Minho glances at you, and you shrug casually, though you very much feel like you’re walking a very thin, dangerous line at this point.

You lean across the table and tickle MeiMei, making her giggle.

“Sorry, Min. Gotta babysit.”

Minho sighs, deep within the dredges of his soul, and takes off his oven mitts.

“These hooligans, MeiMei.” He addresses the toddler with obvious exasperated annoyance, and she stares back at him like she’s listening seriously.

“Why don’t you do it, hyung?” Changbin asks, eyes sparking gleefully, as he pushes the dangerous line even further, glancing up at the other alpha while his fingers continue to work.

Minho waves a hand between the three of you with a scoff, as if to prove his point, and heads toward the doorway, smacking Changbin hard in the back of the head and making him yelp as he passes by.

In contrast, he pats the little girl affectionately on the head when he walks behind her on his way to gather the others, still talking as if she can understand every word he’s saying.

She probably can.

“Don’t ever let a man tell you what to do, sweetheart. And if he does, don’t ever let it go unpunished.”

*******

“And she’s a mermaid.”

You pause in soaping MeiMei’s dark hair to glance down at the doll she currently holds aloft, waiting for your reaction.

“Wow.” You nod enthusiastically. “She’s very pretty.”

MeiMei, satisfied, dunks the doll back beneath the surface of the bath, the bubbles immediately swallowing the toy from view.

She hums beneath her breath, talking quietly to herself, playing with the doll, as you continue to work the suds through her hair. When you’re satisfied, you set aside the shampoo and reach for the cup you’ve left on the side of the tub.

“MeiMei.”

The little girl looks up at you curiously, and you show her the cup.

“I gotta rinse your hair, okay? And I don’t wanna get the soap in your eyes. So can you tilt your head back,” You demonstrate, angling your own head back to show her, and she follows your movements, “and then close your eyes really tight like this?”

You squeeze your eyes shut as an example, and she immediately does the same.

“Good girl.” You praise, before you fill the cup with clean, warm water, and carefully wash the shampoo from her hair, rinsing a few more times before you nod in approval.

“Okay. All done.”

MeiMei opens her eyes and rubs the water from her gaze with chubby little fists and a brilliant smile, before she finds the doll once more and goes back to happily playing.

The door cracks, and Felix slides into the humid bathroom, arms full of toy sea animals, bringing a wave of soft vanilla with his entrance.

MeiMei instantly brightens up at the sight of him.

“Lixie-samchon!” Her smile grows bigger as she catches sight of the toys he holds. “You found some whales for the mermaid!”

Felix settles beside you at the edge of the tub, grinning widely, freckles scrunching, as he dumps the toys into the tub beside the little girl.

“Not even just whales! Look at this one!” He holds aloft a dolphin and makes a whooshing noise with his mouth as he dips the toy in and out of the water, like it’s jumping through waves. “A dolphin!”

MeiMei giggles and takes the dolphin as he hands it to her, Felix instantly picking up another toy, this one a shark with rows of sharp teeth.

“And a shark.”

MeiMei eyes the shark in his fingers with a slightly horrified look of distaste.

When Felix tries to show it to her closer, she shakes her head and shrinks away with a shriek.

“No, sharks are scary!”

“Hmm.” Felix remarks thoughtfully, looking at the shark now and then back to the little girl. “You’re right. He’s kinda scary. Let’s put him away.”

MeiMei nods her head enthusiastically in agreement.

Felix drops the shark out of view over the side of the tub.

“What about this one?” Felix asks again, eyes lighting up once more, as he digs into the bubbles of the bath and finds a seal. “A cute little seal! He can do tricks with the mermaid!”

MeiMei nods in hearty agreement and claps happily, lifting up her doll to stand on the edge of the tub next to Felix’s seal.

She giggles as Felix makes the seal give the mermaid a high five and do a little dance.

You watch them play with a slight smile on your face and a warmth in your gut.

The humid air of the bathroom grows heavy with the scent of wisteria.

The door opens once more, this time revealing Chan, holding a large, fluffy white towel.

He steps into the bathroom, takes in the scene of MeiMei happily playing with Felix, you watching with open affection, and grins so wide you think his face will split.

“I heard there’s a princess in here ready to be toweled off.”

MeiMei meets Chan’s gaze and shakes her head with a pout on her face.

“I’m a mermaid.”

“Oh, my bad!” Chan apologizes, looking acceptably contrite, as he nears the tub, soft towel draped over one arm. “Is there a mermaid in here ready to be dried off then?”

MeiMei nods, the smile once again on her face, and stands up from the water, her body covered in bubbles, which makes her giggle.

Chan swoops her out of the bath into the warmth of the towel, and she laughs wildly as he carries her, wet and dripping, bundled like a little burrito, into the adjoining bedroom.

You lean over to drain the tub and rinse the bubbles while Felix dutifully gathers up the sea animals.

“How long do you think it’s going to take?” He asks out of the blue, and you glance up at him curiously, confusion creasing your brow.

“What?”

He glances at you sidelong as he towels off the toys, a sly smile curving the corner of his mouth.

“For hyung to ask for one?”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you swallow, forcing yourself to continue wiping the tub as if he hasn’t just asked you a question that’s suddenly forced you to reconsider everything.

“What, a kid?”

Felix nods silently, lining up the sea animals on the edge of the tub now-the seal next to the whale, next to the dolphin, next to the previously banished shark-then says quietly, “Yeah.”

You settle on shrugging as casually as you can muster for an answer and toss the used towel into the laundry hamper.

Felix sighs and straightens out the shark, ticking the tip of his finger along its many rows of teeth.

“None of us are even remotely ready, but seeing everyone with her-”

You nod and echo his sigh, because you get it, you do.

“Yeah.”

You both sit in silence for a moment and then you push yourself to your feet, reaching out a hand to help Felix up as you give the omega a soft, understanding smile.

There’s a sense of solidarity in the air.

He takes your offered hand and you pull him up, leaning over to brush a kiss to his cheek, across the spattering of dark freckles there.

“Now c’mon. I don’t wanna miss Hyunjin and the betas’ bedtime story.”

Felix smiles in response, genuine and bright now, and you pull him from the bathroom, flicking off the light behind you.

*******

“And then, the prince got lost in the woods.” Jisung points at the picture that fills the page of the book, and MeiMei follows his finger, staring at the bright image of a prince in a tangled forest.

“That’s not what it says.” Seungmin grumbles beneath his breath from the little girl’s other side.

“Close enough.” Jisung says with a shrug, before he flips to the next page, which reveals a picture of a crying princess in a tower.

“She’s crying because the prince got lost on his way to find her.” Seungmin interrupts before Jisung can botch up the story anymore, and Jisung rolls his eyes, but stays silent.

“But we are strong independent beings who do not rely on men to save us.” Hyunjin points out from above the little girl’s head, stretched out on the pillows behind the trio. He glances down at MeiMei, who tilts her head back to stare at him with wide eyes. “Because we can handle our dragons ourselves.”

MeiMei nods solemnly, and Minho snorts from his position in the corner.

“But!” Jisung interrupts again, louder this time, shooting a glare at Hyunjin, before he turns the page once more. “Thankfully, the prince had a magical horse.”

MeiMei runs her finger along the drawing of the large white horse, complete with bright beaming horn in the middle of its head, breaking through the darkness of the wild wood.

“It’s always a horse.” Changbin mutters beneath his breath, listening half heartedly as he scrolls through his phone at the foot of the betas’ bed.

“The horse’s name was Steven.” Jisung continues, and Seungmin sighs so hard you think he’s going to pop a lung.

“No it wasn’t.”

“Yes it was.”

MeiMei yawns widely, rubbing at her eyes, sandwiched between the quietly bickering betas.

“Actually, pretty sure the horse’s name was Greg.” Jeongin pipes up from Jisung’s other side.

“Fuck no.”

“LANGUAGE.”

“Sorry.”

“I think-” Chan reaches across Jisung to gently close the book, and when the beta gives him a glare, he motions with his head to the little girl in the middle of the bed, barely able to keep her eyes open. “-it’s time for someone to go to bed.”

“Ah. Yeah.” You lean up on your elbow and smile at MeiMei, who blinks at you owlishly, her pink blanket cradled to her chest. “I think there’s a very pretty mermaid in this bed who is very sleepy.”

She giggles sleepily in response and cuddles into the pillow.

“Yeah. Right.” Changbin nods gruffly and rolls off the bed, standing as the other pack members do the same. He gives the tired little girl a soft look as he treads lightly toward the door. “Goodnight, MeiMei.”

MeiMei yawns again. “G’night, Binnie-samchon.”

One by one, MeiMei bids your packmates sweet, sleepy goodnights as they leave the room quietly.

When it’s just you, Chan, and Felix left in the betas’ darkened room, Chan leans over the bed to flick off the bedside lamp, brushing a gentle hand through MeiMei’s dark, fluffy hair, spread unruly across the pillow.

He leans over to press a kiss to the little girl’s forehead, and she sighs contentedly as her eyes close.

“Goodnight, MeiMei.”

She cracks open her eyes once more as he starts to pull away, her little fingers going around his wrist.

Chan freezes as if he’s been touched by electricity.

“Channie-samchon?”

“Yeah, baby?”

She yawns, all little white teeth and pink gums and then purses her lips, clearly fighting against sleep and losing.

“Can I come play with you again?”

Chan grins, a flash of white teeth in the dark, and shoots you and Felix a look.

He brushes her bangs back from her face and gives her one more kiss.

“Of course you can, baby. Anytime. Okay?”

“Okay.” She nods drowsily and her eyes close once more.

Felix leans over the other side of the bed to press a soft kiss to the child’s cheek.

“G’night, pretty mermaid. Sleep well.”

MeiMei hums contentedly beneath her breath in response.

You lean over the bed beside Chan and cup her cheek, pressing a quick kiss to her button nose, making her giggle even in her almost asleep state.

“Good night, MeiMei.” You whisper fondly, tucking the blanket around her chin. “Sweet dreams of beautiful mermaids and princesses who save themselves.”

She sighs, long and deep, and her breaths even out.

The three of you tiptoe to the door, and Chan shuts it quietly behind you.

You instantly breathe a sigh of relief as you all head for the stairs.

“She’s so cute.” Felix groans in obvious frustrated adoration, shooting one last look at the closed door as you descend, and Chan grins, sliding an arm around the omega’s waist.

“She’s soooo cute, huh.”

“I’m gonna ask the hyungs if I can steal her.”

Chan laughs. “They’ll say no, but you can sure as hell try.”

You grin and follow them down the hall.

“Oh god, I’m exhausted.” Jisung says, already sprawled out on the couch amidst the scattered toys that litter the living room floor, arm over his face. “Having a kid is too much work.”

Chan looks at the clock on the wall with slight amusement.

“It’s only been four hours.”

Jisung groans. “Exactly!”

“I thought it was fun.” Jeongin remarks, before he tosses one of the borrowed stuffed animals back into its basket, and you kneel on the floor to help him clean up the rest of the toys. He grins at you. “I liked having someone younger than me in the house for once.”

You grin back and rustle his hair affectionately. “You would.”

Hyunjin snorts and glances up from his phone. “Let’s place bets on how long it takes for this night of babysitting to amp up hyung’s kink to all new levels.”

You all glance at Chan knowingly, sitting on the couch now with Jisung’s legs flung over his lap, and he widens his eyes innocently.

“Who, me?”

“Yeah, you.” Changbin scoffs with slight annoyance, playfully tossing a pillow at the other alpha’s head. “Who else here has a raging breeding kink?”

Chan rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears are pink.

“I wanna place bets on how long it’s gonna take for this whole babysitting thing to make Felix beg for a kid.” Jisung retorts, uncovering his face now, as he fixes said omega with a pointed stare and a smirk.

Felix sticks his tongue out at the beta in response, and Changbin throws another pillow, this time aimed directly for Jisung.

It misses.

“I’ll admit-” You start, and Felix glances at you sharply, to which you shrug in response. You in turn, glance at Chan from your spot on the floor. “-seeing all of you with that kid made me consider some things for sure.”

Chan is watching you carefully, but it’s Minho who speaks up first.

“We’re not having a kid right now.”

“Oh, for sure.” Felix jumps in, and there’s a collective sigh of relief from some of the members in the room. He grins, eyes crinkling and freckles bunching. “But eventually.”

“Eventually.” Changbin agrees carefully, and when you look at him in surprise, he shrugs easily. “You all were cute. With the kid I mean.”

Hyunjin scoffs openly once more, playing with Seungmin’s hair.

“If you ask Chan-hyung, he’ll give you a kid whenever your heart desires.”

Everyone once again looks to Chan, and though he’s pink, he copies Changbin’s seemingly nonplussed shrug.

His lips pull into the start of a slight smirk.

“I mean. Say please?”

There is a beat of shocked silence, and then,

“Oh my god, hyung, gross!”

“Fucking hell.”

“Head Alpha Chan has just made an appearance.”

Chan shrugs again, as if he doesn’t know what else to do, cheeks ruddy now.

Hyunjin smirks and leans into the head alpha’s space suggestively. “I’d say please for you, hyung.”

Jisung grins, all sharp teeth and knowing angles. “Yeah he would.”

Jeongin gags. “Again. Gross.”

Chan mimes getting his phone out of his pocket and shaking Jisung off of him so he can stand from the couch.

“Oh, look at that, Jinyoung-hyung is calling, just gotta go take that real quick-”

He exits the room as quickly as possible, leaving chaos in his wake.

“The phone didn’t even ring, hyung! No one believes you!” Jisung calls after him, smirking wickedly as Hyunjin cackles gleefully.

You toss another toy into the bin and exchange a grin with Felix.

Changbin scrubs a weary hand down his face.

“I forget just how much unbridled chaos Head Alpha Chan creates.”

“It’s a coping mechanism.” Seungmin offers clinically in explanation to his exasperated moonmate.

“It’s that damn breeding kink and this lot of savages is what it is.” Minho remarks, barely looking up from his phone as he waves a hand in the general direction of most of you.

“Hyung.” Felix suddenly whines, scooting along the couch to sidle up to Minho in a rare show of wheedling. He waits for the alpha to look at him and flashes a brilliant smile. “Would you give me a pup if I said please?”

Jisung loses his shit, laughing so hard he chokes.

Minho stares the waiting omega down blankly, expression unreadable, and Felix remains, unwavering, his tiny fingers gripping the alpha’s arm.

Finally, Minho says, “No.” And goes back to his phone without another word.

Felix sighs and releases his hold on him. “It was worth a shot.”

His lips curl into the start of a mischievous smile as he turns now to Changbin, who suddenly looks very much like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

“Changbin-hyung-”

Changbin stands up almost as quickly as Chan had, throwing Hyunjin’s legs off his lap as he makes a mad dash for the doorway, tearing through the living room like he’s being chased by a ghost.

“Sorry, Lixie, gotta go check on hyung and that phone call-”

Hyunjin is losing his shit right along with Jisung now.

Minho looks up at Changbin’s hasty departure, his lips curling into the hit of a disdainful scowl as he watches the other alpha’s feeling back. “Coward.”

“Ask noona, ask noona!” Jisung gasps out, breathless from laughing so hard, tears leaking from the corner of his eyes.

Felix grins and turns to you, still sitting on the floor, surrounded by children’s toys.

You arch your brow at him and wait.

“Noona, if I said please, maybe even pretty please, would you give me a pup?”

Your brow arches even higher, and then you blow him an overly exaggerated kiss, accompanied by a drawn out wink.

“Pretty please? How could I resist that?”

Felix’s grin widens and Jisung collapses back onto the couch, slapping Hyunjin’s leg in the throes of his wild mirth.

Jeongin stacks the last of the toys into the bin beside you, looking thoughtful.

You nudge him with your elbow, noting the slight furrow in between his brows.

“What’s up, puppy?”

He meets your gaze and purses his lips seriously.

The words that come out of his mouth are not even close to what you expected.

“If Chan-hyung has a breeding kink, and Lixie-hyung has a being bred kink, does that mean any pups they have are gonna inherit both?"

You stare at him in shock, open mouthed, not quite sure how to respond.

Behind you, Jisung falls back onto the couch and dies once more.

*********

Several hours later, you’re all bidding a half asleep MeiMei goodbye, cuddled against Jinyoung’s shoulder, wrapped in her soft pink blanket.

“Be good for your daddies, yeah?” Chan whispers with a smile, as he brushes her hair back from her face and presses a kiss to the tip of her nose.

She nods sleepily, and Felix steps up beside the alpha, pressing something into the little girl’s curled fist.

She unfurls her fingers, curious despite her exhaustion, and the plastic dolphin from the tub is nestled in her palm.

She curls her fingers protectively around the dolphin and clasps it to her chest, beneath her blanket, as Felix offers her a grin and a kiss to the cheek.

His voice is deep, even when he whispers quietly, “Come play mermaids with me again soon, okay MeiMei?”

She nods once more, and buries her face into the skin of her father’s neck, closing her eyes.

Jinyoung hefts her a little higher into his arms and secures the blanket around her as Jackson moves to open the door for them.

“Thank you again. Seriously.” The omega whispers, careful not to wake the sleeping toddler in his arms as he steps out the waiting door.

He gives you all a grateful look and Chan nods, hand on the doorknob.

“Of course, hyung. Any time. And I mean that.”

Jackson ruffles Chan’s hair with a wide grin.

“Good man. See ya later yeah?”

You all wave as they make their way down the sidewalk and to the waiting car, disappearing from sight into the dark of the night.

Chan shuts and locks the door quietly, and the hallway is silent for a moment, before he sighs and glances at you and Felix, expression hard to make out in the dark of the night.

“Dammit.”

Beside you, Felix grins.

“Yes, hyung?”

Chan sighs again and slides past the two of you with a warning finger in your direction.

“Not a word.”

You grin now too.

“Say please?”

Felix laughs, and this time, Chan’s answering sigh is so heavy you feel it in your bones.

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hwangyeonjun · 2 years ago

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Birthday party masterlist

i’m starting a new “challenge” for myself and it’s to post a drabble on the designated member’s birthday.

since life is unpredictable, there might be times when i can’t/forget to post but they’ll still be published later.

not all of them will be birthday themed.

DISCONTINUED (because i realised that this is a crazy idea and i got way to overwhelmed by it to the point that i didn’t want to write anything at all. hehe.)

JANUARY

01.06 LIM JAEBEOM (Jay B)

01.14 KWAK JISEOK (Gaon)

01.15 LEE JUYEON

01.15 CHAE HYUNGWON

01.16 BOO SEUNGKWAN

01.17 KANG CHANHEE (Chani)

01.26 LIM CHANGKYUN (I.M)

FEBRUARY

02.05 KANG TAEHYUN

02.08 YANG JEONGIN (I.N)

02.09 JOHNNY SUH

02.11 LEE CHAN (Dino)

02.14 JEONG JAEHYUN

02.17 KIM YOUNGHEE

02.18 JUNG HOSEOK (J-Hope)

02.18 LEE SEOKMIN (DK/Dokyeom)

02.18 CHWE VERNON

02.23 KEVIN MOON

02.26 KIM SEUNGHUN

02.27 TEN LEE

02.28 YOO TAEYANG

MARCH

03.05 LEE BYOUNGGON (BX)

03.09 MIN YOONGI (Suga)

03.09 JU HAKNYEON

03.13 CHOI BEOMGYU

03.20 HWANG HYUNJIN

03.23 JEONG YUNHO

03.28 JACKSON WANG

APRIL

04.03 PARK SEONGHWA

04.05 JUNG SUBIN

04.06 KIM MINGYU

04.12 KIM SUNWOO

04.16 KANG SEUNGSIK

04.20 PARK JONGSEONG (Jay)

04.23 LEE JENO

04.26 CHOI CHANHEE (New)

MAY

05.02 BAMBAM

05.04 LIM SEJUN

05.10 BAE JINYOUNG

05.11 KIM YOUNGKYUN (Hwiyoung)

05.30 JACOB BAE

JUNE

06.10 WEN JUNHUI (Jun)

06.11 OH SEUNGMIN (O.de)

06.15 KANG YEOSANG

06.15 KWON SOONYOUNG (Hoshi)

06.18 SOHN HYUNWOO (Shownu)

06.26 KIM JUNGSU

JULY

07.01 LEE TAEYONG

07.01 CHOI TAEYANG (Theo)

07.04 BAEK JUHO (Zuho)

07.10 CHOI SAN

07.12 KIM INSEONG

07.17 JEON WONWOO

07.24 LEE SANGHYUK (Dowoon)

07.24 GOO GUNIL

AUGUST

08.07 KIM SEOKWOO (Rowoon)

08.08 KIM YOUNGHOON

08.08 CHOI SEUNGCHEOL (S.Coups)

08.09 SONG MINGI

08.09 LEE JAEYOON

08.11 SEO CHANGBIN

08.13 NA JAEMIN

08.14 HUENINGKAI

08.18 HAN HYUNGJUN (Junhan)

SEPTEMBER

09.01 JEON JUNGKOOK

09.04 MARK TUAN

09.08 YOON HYUNSUK

09.12 KIM NAMJOON (RM)

09.12 LEE JOOYEON

09.13 CHOI YEONJUN

09.13 LEE JAEHYUN (Hyunjae)

09.14 HAN JISUNG (Han)

09.15 LEE FELIX

09.17 CHOI YOUNGJAE

09.22 KIM SEUNGMIN

09.22 PARK JINYOUNG

09.25 DO HANSE

09.27 YOON KEEHO

OCTOBER

10.03 BANG CHAN

10.04 YOON JEONGHAN

10.06 LEE JOOHEON (Joohoney)

10.07 CHOI JIUNG

10.10 LIU YANGYANG

10.12 CHOI JONGHO

10.13 PARK JIMIN

10.15 LEE HEESEUNG

10.25 LEE MINHO (Lee Know)

10.26 NAKAMOTO YUTA

10.28 DONG SICHENG (Winwin)

NOVEMBER

11.03 LEE MINHYUK

11.04 LEE SANGYEON

11.05 JI CHANGMIN (Q)

11.07 KIM HONGJOONG

11.07 XU MINGHAO (The8)

11.12 CHOI BYUNGCHAN

11.15 SIM JAEYUN (Jake)

11.17 KIM YUGYEOM

11.22 YOO KIHYUN

11.22 LEE JIHOON (Woozi)

11.23 KIM YOUNGBIN

11.26 JUNG WOOYOUNG

DECEMBER

12.04 KIM SEOKJIN (Jin)

12.05 CHOI SOOBIN

12.08 PARK SUNGHOON

12.22 ERIC SOHN

12.24 HAN SEUNGWOO

12.30 JOSHUA HONG

12.30 KIM TAEHYUNG (V)

#birthday party masterlist #bts #tomorrow x together #stray kids #ateez #enhypen #got7 #monsta x #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #the boyz #seventeen #sf9 #p1harmony #xdinary heroes #cix #victon

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for-ahgase-army-stay-moa-engene · 4 years ago

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"I will always protect you"

Your boyfriend Jinyoung gets molested because of his feminine clothing and you protect him but the situation escalates and doesn't end good for you. Your boyfriend is there to take care of you afterwards though.

You and your boyfriend walk along a river, the sun shining brightly. Not far away from you, you see a group of guys laughing at him. It's not the first time something like that happens. Jinyoung often wears clothes that the society sees as not masculine, like today he wears hotpants and a pink croptop. As they walk past you one of them roughly pushes Jinyoung go the side and mumbles: "You little bitch can't even man up." You immediately become really mad. So you turn around and grab that guy by his shirt to pull him back. And before he can even say anything you slap him across his face. "You should man up you fucking idiot." He looks at you in rage and immediately reacts. He grabs your arm and squeezes it so tight that you know there will be marks and then his fist lands on your eye and you fall on the ground. "Bitch" While you're still in shock they walk away. Jinyoung, next to you, is about to follow them but you stop him. "It's alright." "It's not alright, he straight up punched you." "Whatever...let's just go home." You end up convincing him to let it go. As you arrive at home, your eye is already blue and swollen and the guy's handprint is clearly on your arm. As you feel a little dizzy you sit down on the couch. Jinyoung immediately brings you ice and painkillers. Then he gets a medical kit and carefully cleans the abrasions and your eye. It burns quite a lot and so you hiss. "Sorry y/n but it needs to be cleaned. I don't want it to be infected." For a second you feel his soft lips on your forehead to calm you down.

A few hours later you sit together on the couch, Jinyoung sitting between your legs, his head leaning against your chest. "Y/n...you know maybe I really should man up....I mean you were hurt just because of me looking the way I look....it's all my fault." He let's his head sadly hang down. "Hey, I don't want you to say anything like this ever again. I love you and just because they question your masculinity, you don't have to question it. They are the ones that need to change their way of viewing the world. You're perfect the way you are." He smiles happily, turns around and snuggles his face into your neck. "Thank you. And...I was actually so happy to see that you didn't hesitate one second to grab him after what he did." You press a firm kiss on his head. "Sure baby. I will always protect you."

(requested)

->Masterlist

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starsforbammie · 4 years ago

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You’re sitting at the kitchen table, the only sound was the ticking of the clock as you wait for your husband. The food was cold, the sky dark and still, no sign of Jinyoung.

He had sent a message that he was on his way home earlier, and you, his wife, finished setting the table for him. You knew he was going to come home hungry, he always did when he got out of the studio late. But he promised he was going to get out early today to join you and your son for dinner. And your husband always kept his promises. Well... maybe not the last few promises...

The jingling of keys replaced the silence, the front door opening. A sigh echoed across the living room, footsteps heading toward the stairs.

“Dinner is ready,”

Once again, silence returned but only for a brief moment. Jinyoung was caught off guard, making his way to the kitchen. “It’s 1 in the morning, why are you up?”

And that’s when he remembered. He promised to be here for dinner, that’s why he got out early today. You noticed how his eyes went wide in realization, your heel tapping the floor.

“Oh fuck... I’m so sorry, I completely-”

“Forgot? Yeah, I know,” You interrupted, standing up and smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles on the dress you wore. “You seem to forget a lot of things lately, Jinyoung.”

Jinyoung walked over to you, seeing you pick up your clean plate and cup, taking it to the sink. “You forgot dinner four times this month, you forgot to pick up our son from school seven times and you forgot our wedding anniversary last week.”

Jinyoung mentally winced, remembering that it was indeed your wedding anniversary last week. He continued watching how eerily calm you were as you washed your dishes, setting them to dry.

“Speaking of which, I forgot to give you my gift.” Jinyoung followed you as you walked to the table again, taking a black folder out from the chair. It was wrapped neatly with a bright red bow, the same red he loved seeing on you.

You stood in front of Jinyoung, setting the folder in his hands. It was light, Jinyoung hesitantly undoing the ribbon as he watched you. You waited patiently, eyes watching him closely as he let the ribbon fall and open the folder.

“Baby-”

“Happy anniversary, Jinyoung.”

The clicks of your heels faded as you left Jinyoung alone in the kitchen, divorce papers and the silence as his only company.

#im eating dinner and thought of this #I wrote this right on this app #sorry if it looks like shiet #thanks for reading!#park jinyoung drabble #park jinyoung angst #jinyoung drabble #jinyoung angst #got7 drabble #got7 angst #kpop drabble #kpop angst

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kpopyourcherryy · 5 years ago

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Territorial ~ (M)

Genre: Smut

Length: A fun little thing~

Kink(s): Primal(sorta), Daddy! Kink, teasing, oral, exhibitionism

Author's note: Hey babies this is my first piece in a while so feedback would be lovely, my inbox is always open!~

Jealousy was never his thing. He recalled past relationships where his girlfriend blatantly flirted with other guys in front of him to get some sort of rise out of him, but it never worked- he truly could careless.

Lately, he mentality seemed to shift. Being with you made him see so many things in a different perspective; and possessiveness seemed to be one.

He sat there beside you, as you were sandwiched between him and Mark- the three of you enjoying some random drama that he paid absolutely no attention to as he intently listened and watched the two of you. The two of you seemed closer lately, if you weren't with him, you seemed to always be with Mark.

As he thought about little things that have gone on here and there; you cancelling dinner with him to go pick up Mark from some bar, Mark wanting to be around you nearly all the time nowadays; you soft whines as your cringed at the cutesy scene shook him out of his thoughts.

Jinyoung turned, wanting to you see you looking up at him as you went to grab his arm or hand like you usually did during scenes like this, but instead you faced towards Mark; smacking his arm as you squealed. That's it.

"Y/n." Jinyoung suddenly said, his tone low and serious as he stood from the couch, "Let's go to the room, we need to talk."

You looked up at him, taken aback by his sudden sternness. "Uh.. why?" You softly replied, chuckling nervously towards the end as you felt Mark's gaze burn into your back.

Jinyoung reached down, swiftly grasping your hand- pulling you up from your spot, leading you to the bedroom.

"Why do you keep flirting with him like that?" He asked, semi-growling his words. "You know, y/n, I never gave a single fuck when someone I was seeing would flirt with someone else, I'd always just brush it off, but I can't do that with you."

You hurriedly followed close behind, *Wh-What are you talking about? Flirting???" You asked, "With who Mark? Do you really think that's what I'm doing?"

Jinyoung scoffed at your response, crossing his arms across his chest, staring you down with the deadliest gaze, "Maybe it is what I think you're doing, little one." He grumbled, "But I know for damn sure it's what he thinks you're doing. Your playful hits and touch, that's all going to send him in a frenzy of mixed signals you know that right?"

You stood there, silently in thought, unsure of what to say as he continued. "Because, I can tell you one thing right now babygirl, I see the way he looks at you- I see the way he changes when you touch him." Jinyoung began to pace in front of you, not taking his eyes off you for a single moment as he did- the only thing on his mind was making his mark on you, refreshing your mind of just who you belong to and planting that seed in his friend's mind as well.

"Well do you think I would do any of that on purpose?" You suddenly retorted, knocking your love right out of his thoughts. "It doesn't mean I'm interested or want him in any way, shape, or form."

Your boyfriend nodded in agreement, stilling himself back in front of you, "Oh I know it doesn't, babygirl, are you kidding me?" He chuckled impishly, just by his eyes meeting yours you could see the sadistic gears in his head turning at full speed. "But that doesn't mean I'm not going to refresh your memory a little.."

As his voice trailed off, his words sounding like erotic silk to your ears; his large hands soon met your waist, his fingertips pressed into your clothed flesh so deliciously that it instantly ignited the embers in your belly.

"Don't you want that, baby?" He sweetly purred- his lips planting slow, methodical kisses along your temple then down your cheek, stopping right beside your ear.

Your insides were already ablaze as his breathe sent chills down your spine and goosebumps covered your arms- God did he know how to get to you.

"Fuck.. why- " Your voice trembled in a shaky giggle as your body naturally melted into his. "Why do you do this to me Jinyoung?"

The man chuckled, licking his lips as his mind ran wild with the images of all the things he wanted to do to you. "Do what, kitten?" He hummed, his hands moving down to hips- slowly tracing their way to the button of your jeans, toying with the nickel for a second before popping it open- your zipper going down with it. "All I'm doing is reminding you who makes you feel so good.." He purred, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek before traveling down to your neck- trailing those teasing pecks down as he did. "..So easily- reminding you of the one that knows your body like the back of his hand."

His words made you shiver with pure anticipation, then a airy whine pour from between your lips as he bit down on the sensitive flesh of your neck; biting and sucking so deliciously that if you hadn't already been so enveloped by his touch there was no way you couldn't be now.

"Ah, that feels so divine.~" You crooned, your hands moving up his muscular arms to his shoulders before running your fingers through his hair.

Before you knew it, he had you walking backwards- tossing you down onto the mattress before climbing on top of your delicate frame. His piercing gaze looked you up and down, taking in the gorgeous sight your were for a second longer before his placed his lips to yours- drawing you into a needy kiss.

As his tongue entangled with yours his hands moved down your body, groping your breasts for a slight moment before getting to work on taking off your jeans. Breaking the kiss, Jinyoung sat up on knees- eagerly taking the denim off your full legs, "Fuck." He growled, throwing the material across the room as he swiftly threw off his shirt and undressed his lower half- leaving only his briefs on. "You make me so needy, baby." His tongue brushed against his pillowy lips as his hand gripped his already hardened member.

Instantly you sat up, allowing him to tower over you still as you alined your mouth with his manhood. You already knew what he wanted when he held himself like that, "Wanna use my mouth, Daddy?" You playfully jeered, opening your mouth nice and wide- tongue out and all.

Smirking, Jinyoung pushed down his underwear, allowing his engorged member to spring free before grabbing it by the base.

"You know Daddy too well, don't you baby?" He replied proudly, watching your every move as you took him into your mouth. "Mhmm, yes- fuck.." He groaned as you instantly curled your tongue around his shaft, hollowing your cheeks as you allowed him to steadily face fuck you.

"God your pretty little mouth feels amazing, y/n." He groaned, throwing his head back as he picked up his speed- entering your throat ever so slightly with each thrust. He could truly do this all day; fucking your gorgeous face, but he knew he wouldn't be able to make his statement just with this alone.

"Fuck baby," He growled, allowing himself to feel the pleasures of your mouth for a little longer before pulling out. "Turn around. Get on all fours." He demanded.

Immediately you obeyed, your body felt as if it were on fire with neediness- your sopping core practically begged you to be filled. As you turned, you laid face down; arching your back as much as you could to keep your ass nice and high for him.

"Fill me-" You needily whined, shaking your hips from side to side as you turned back to face him. Your body relished at the sight of his hungry eyes ravishing your body, looking at you as if the two of you were just in heat. "Please, I need you so badly.~"

Jinyoung's practically punctuated your plea with a loud slap across your bum, earning one of your sweet yelps. "My needy baby." He teased, his finger hooking around your panties before yanking the unwanted cloth down- revealing your aching heat. "Mmm, look at that." He purred, his digits traced down your reddening backside- teasing your already alert skin before sliding them down your soaking slit. "You're such an eager little slut, aren't you?"

Nodding, your whimpered at his touch while bucking your hips back slightly in a lame attempt for more, "Do you remember yet, kitten?" He practically sung, admiring the way your wetness glistened as it coated his fingers.

"Re-Remember what?" You breathlessly whimpered, softly moaning each time the tip of his digits teased your hole.

With his pointer and middle fingers, Jinyoung continued his teasing then slowly spread your lips- revealing your sweetness. "Who do you belong to?" He asked before gently swiping his tongue from your clit to your core, slowly entering it as he began to eat you.

Your eyes instantly rolled back as you felt his tongue enter you, "Fuck!" You loudly exclaimed, your body filled with euphoria as he skillfully toyed with you. "You- You, I belong to you.~" You mewled, losing any care in the world for his friends that were just a hallway away as your moans filled the room like a lewd melody.

You shivered as your felt his plush lips curl into a grin as he eased up on you. Slowly, he pulled away with an animalistic growl, licking and nipping at your backside before sitting back up on his knees.

"I'm going to need you to say that one more time for me, princess." He sneered, grabbing you by the hips as he pulled you closer- gripping his manhood, he rubbed it along your slit before slowly sliding inside your warmth; watching intently as your body reacted to the feel of him. "Say it nice and loud for Daddy."

He began rocking his hips, thrusting his member in and out of you at a steady pace- rubbing you in all the right places. "Ah yes~ Fuck yes~" You lewdly purred, moaning louder and louder as he fucked you harder- elongating his strokes.

"Be a good girl, baby," Jinyoung rumbled, quickened his speed- filling the room with the sounds of skin and your angelic whines. "Let everyone know who you fucking belong to."

His words filled your head as his manhood filled your cunt. You felt like you were in heaven, "I belong to you Jinyoung!" You mewled, following your lustful words up with a series of "Only you's" and "I'm your's" in between your panting whimpers as he drilled into you.

"That's. Fucking. It. Baby." He roared, punctuating each word with a harsh, filling thrust. He ran a hand up your back, grabbing a fistful of your hair- yanking your head back as he continued his mission to break you and making sure everyone knew.

A numbing tingle filled your belly, radiating throughout your form as he rammed into you- you could feel your walls clench around his manhood as you felt yourself sinking closer and closer to your climax. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." You cursed, repeating it like a mantra as euphoria filled you. "I'm- I'm so fucking-..." You cried, your mousy exclamation trailing off as your mind felt like putty the closer you got; focusing on nothing but your high.

"I know you are baby." Jinyoung devilishly grunted, relishing at the feeling of your cunt gripping him- edging him closer to his finish. "Wait a little longer." He hummed, continuing his motion inside you, "I want you to cum with me."

"Oh fuck- Fuck- " You whimpered, the heat you felt between your legs slowly became unbearable as he released his grip in your hair, pushing your body forward- forcing you down into the mattress as he mercilessly fucked you; filling you so relentlessly.

"This pussy is fucking mine." He sneered, "You're mine, and only mine." His words were finished off by his harsh thrusts, as if the way he filled you solidified his statements.

"Only- Only yours~" You weakly whined back, your body began to tremble the nearer you got to that euphoric abyss.

Jinyoung proudly groaned at the sight of you falling apart beneath him, "Cum." He practically roared his single worded command. "Cum for me."

Instantly your body didn't hold back, your slight trembles turned into your legs wanting to give out as the heat from your core poured out of you, coating his cock while you let out the neediest sounds.

"God.." Jinyoung cursed, pressing his lips together as he felt his high reach him sooner than expected- the sight of you coming undone was ethereal to say the least. He leaned forward, making sure his last stroke was his harshest as he shoved his member deep into your cunt- filling you with ropes of his cum.

Leaning forward, still inside you, his pillowy lips kissed your back before he pulled out allowing you to collapse onto your side as he joined you.

"Maybe I should get you jealous more often." You teased, offering a weak laugh as you still tried to collect yourself. Your mind still feeling like putty as your body still was riddled with the aftershocks of his work.

"Don't worry babygirl," He purred, cupping your chin with his hand. "Next time you need me to refresh your memory, just say the word."

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koos-euphoria · 5 years ago

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Hi! Can you do rough sex with Jinyoung (got7) + lots of dirty talk? Thank you!

jinyoung/reader | smut | 18+ | drabble

wordcount: 141

warnings: dirty talk, degradation

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ | ɢᴏᴛ7 ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ

“Mm fuck, more” you moan, as Jinyoung thrusts into you, his hip stutter into a stop as he pushes himself all the way in making you whine in frustration. Hips against the cheeks of your ass. He pulls himself out until it’s just his tip before pushing back inside with power. Repeating his movements over and over. Each time making your mind go blank. “This good enough for you?” He asks. You can’t utter a single reply as the only thing in your mind right now was his cock. “Little slut” he almost s spits through his teeth. “So fucking tight, love this pussy” he says as he spanks your left ass cheek. Gripping them and pulling them apart as he watch his cock penetrate you. “I want you to come on my cock, think you can do that for me?”

#got7 imagine #got7 smut #got7 drabble #jinyoung imagine #jinyoung smut #jinyoung drabble #park jinyoung imagine #park jinyoung smut #park jinyoung drabble #jinyoung x you

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kpopchangedme · 5 years ago

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Plot Twist [M] | Park Jinyoung

Being locked up until tomorrow morning with your biggest rival in the Archery team might not be all bad after all...

Protagonists: Park Jinyoung & You

Word Count: 5.5k

Genre: NSFW - Enemies to Lovers - Romance - Smut *explicit* - [Drabble 2k]

Prompt: “Dramas did not prepare me for this”

Requested by: @prettywordsyouleft, I hope you like this, even though, I’m sooooo sorry... I’ve made it smutty because I got carried away!!

GOT7 | M.list

There are a lot of things that you love about archery and only one that you vehemently hate. Perhaps that’s why you’ve been excelling at it ever since you first picked up a bow. As soon as you showed promising skills, your parents ensured you’d turned out to be one of the greatest. You’ve trained with the most successful archers, former Olympians... Won all the most important awards and competitions... Entered the most prestigious sports-study program on a full scholarship...

And look where all that got you… Stuck with the only thing you absolutely hate about it.

Fighting your suffocating feeling of helplessness, you kick the closest object on the floor. Whatever it is, it crosses the room in a blink, hitting a shelf full of supplies that then wobbles dangerously.

“I’d appreciate not being buried alive by dirty Football gear,” his voice cuts through the darkness and you turn to glare at him, “thank you very much.”

“Shut up Park,” your harsh reply is instantaneous, “or else...”

Yes, literally stuck with him; Park Jinyoung, an archer almost as good as you, your nemesis, your relentless competition.

Locked in a dark supply closet, connecting to the Archery team’s interior training ground. You’re dumb enough to have let the door close behind you when you knew it automatically locked from the inside. Jinyoung is even dumber for having followed minutes after; probably curious as to where you disappeared. You didn’t manage to catch the door in time before it shut, condemning you both to each other’s company. Although you two usually train late at night in the gymnasium, you always ignore and avoid the other. It’s a safety technique you’ve developed, keeps you from ending up in jail for his murder, especially since you’re armed most of the time. Unfortunately, since you train alone, there’s no way of knowing when people will notice you’re missing, even less find you in here.

“Or you’ll make me?” Jinyoung snorts in distaste, “You always had a bias for the dramatic. What more can you do? Being here with your is already Hell.”

“Ha. Ha.” You furiously wipe the sweat from your forehead. He’s right, with this bad of a company and ventilation, this supply closet certainly feels like the burning flames of Hell.

“Why are you always such an ass? It’s not like it’s my fault you followed me in here.”

There’s a long silence before Park groans, and thanks to the security light of the gymnasium, shining through the crack under the door, you see him rub his face with both hands. “I needed to borrow an armguard from here, mine’s busted!” Saying this, Jinyoung shrugs it off, throwing the garment across the room. You hear it fly by more than you see, rolling your eyes when it hits a wall.

“Whatever you say, stalker.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You think everyone is obsessed with you!” He barks, clearly unpleased by the nickname. It’s something you’ve been calling him for years. You aren’t even sure when that even started, over ten years ago probably. All you know is that suddenly, an insufferable little boy started showing up every day to practice with you, and you had to share your trainers with him. He even got in the same exclusive program as you did, on the second scholarship. Much to your despair, he followed you everywhere, like a stalker. “All the guys from the team are wrapped around your little finger. They’d do anything to get in your pants.” Even in the darkness, you see Jinyoung’s eyes narrow, spiteful. “I’m not desperate enough to settle for you.”

“Of course not, Park.” You smile, pushing his buttons despite the fact that you shouldn’t. “You’re too frigid and boring for me. I bet you’ve never even gotten into any woman’s panties.” You’re not sure why the guys crushing on you are a problem to Jinyoung, but he sure likes to rant about this whenever he has a chance. As if you’re making them fall for you on purpose. It’s not your fault you’re the only woman who made the team.

He exhales audibly in frustration; “You’re so full of yourself, y/n. I’ve never met someone as disturbed and with an ego as big as yours.”

“The feeling is mutual. Ain’t that a blessing, Park? That we found each other...”

“And contrary to popular belief, I’m not a boring virgin...” He says this out of nowhere and pauses to cough and peel his shirt from his body unsuccessfully. As soon as he lets it go, the cotton sticks to his abs all over again. The heat in here in insufferable, you’ll suffocate at this rate, and you don’t have any water. “I just don’t obsess over you or sex like the others. The WAC are all I care about.”

The World Archery Championships, the gateway to the next Olympic Summer Games. One of the reasons you’re looking forward to you two being (obviously) eligible to participate, is the idea of competing against Park. He might be training and living here, but he’ll get to represent his country; South Korea. You’ll destroy his team’s female archers; you’re way better than any competitors of your generation. Even Jinyoung can’t argue with that. It helps you train to have a goal, someone to tear down. You discovered that when you first met him.

“Good to know what you fantasize about...” You announce, giving up on any sense of pride and decency. It’s way too hot in here to remain proper. “At least you won’t ever gawk at me.” Struggling with the wet fabric, you manage to take your t-shirt off. There’s no way you’re staying here all night, marinating in your own sweat.

There’s a scoff of disbelief, loud and clear. “Are you trying to seduce me?” You freeze on your knees, finally freed from the disgusting piece of clothing. You did not expect him to assume anything like that. “I mean… People do talk a lot about you crushing on me... But I just told you I’m not interested, y/n.”

“You wish, Park.” You spit through your teeth, “I’m just melting over here.”

“Why does this feel like the plot of one of your dumb dramas?”

“Trust me. Dramas did not prepare me for this.”

“Lock two people in a blazing room, wait for them to strip and they end up…” He completes his sentence with less than appropriate hand gestures.

“Ew, I’d sooner fuck Wang than you.”

“I hear you already did.” Jinyoung almost sounds vexed, but you’re too embarrassed to look his way and confirm. Sure, you have enough confidence to sit there in your bra, but it doesn’t mean you want to hold his gaze while you’re half-naked. “I’m probably cleaner than he is.”

“Probably.” You agree with a shrug. Why does he even care? “But the major difference is; I don’t hate Wang.”

A loud silence falls between you, almost deafening in the tiny space of the sealed off storage. It stretches, and it’s after five minutes or an hour of this that Jinyoung loses his mind. You don’t know, none of you has a phone; they’re prohibited during practice.

“That’s it!” Jinyoung barks, jumping to his feet. “I’m not spending all night in here, listening to shit like this!”

You watch, unbothered as he paces back and forth, eyes glued to the vent that is pushing warm air in. What is he planning to do? Crawl in there like a spy? Suddenly, Jinyoung takes off his own training shirt, and you try not to stare. Oh shit, he’s built, you hadn’t noticed before. Nice arms and shoulders, he’s an archer after all. He even has an amazing torso. Amazing? You blink, tearing your eyes away from his honey skin. What is wrong with you, are you having a heat stroke? That is Park Jinyoung! Your worst enemy; the boy who boasted about breaking your Target Archery long standing record after he only had been training for a year!

“10 bucks say you can’t fit in there.” Despite the situation, you want to further annoy him.

You visually compare his sculpted shoulders to the metal frame of the air vent. Huh huh. No way. Jinyoung doesn’t even bother acknowledging your bet. He’s busy rummaging through the stuff on the nearest shelf, emptying the content of plastic milk crates to pile them. He still has a long way to go through, that ceiling is high.

“Come here, y/n.” He eventually requests, groaning as he pushes the shelf to make space.

You raise a brow in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

Jinyoung stands, raising his arms to the sky. “Come on, you’re right. I obviously don’t fit it there!”

“You want me to crawl into the hot air vent?” Your whole face twists in horror, the man must have truly lost his mind. “Who am I, Kim Possible?”

“Let’s spend some quality time together then… We have all the time in the world to talk things through… See where that gets us, maybe we can even become friends.” He leans against the shelf, tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, and I hope someone needs something from this storage tomorrow morning!”

Before he’s done with his sentence, you’re up next to him. “Ok, what’s the plan?”

He shakes his head, probably impressed with his own convincing skills. “This obviously runs straight over to the gym, I’ll help you get inside. If you manage to find a way out, you can unlock me. If not… We’ll just be back to square one.”

You’re skeptical when you watch him get on the wobbly pile of crates and open up the vent, but you have to admit the risk seems worth it. You’d rather be stuck in there than down here with him anyway. Careful, you accept the hand he’s offering to help you up on the fortune pyramid. Once you’ve joined him, you’re closer than you’ve ever been before. Your mouths are inches apart. It’s the first time you smell the sweat on his skin or see him like this. You feel a shiver run down your spine, something instinctive that you push aside. Before you can wrap your head around this effect he seems to have on you, Jinyoung’s hands are on your hips. He hoists you up, using his bent knee as a step. Your legs stick to his damp chest, and he looks up expectantly. You’re glad it’s too dark for him to read your expression because he’d never let you live if he saw. You just discovered you find him attractive, and the whole situation is… Perhaps that’s because of what he said earlier about dramas, but…

“This is beginning to feel more like a torrid porno than a drama.”

You regret the joke as soon as you say it. His eyes go dark. “Good to know what you fantasize about... But I’m just trying to get us out of here.” You inhale sharply at his reply, brought back to reality. “Help me a bit, y/n,” Jinyoung asks, voice even more tensed, “with your arms...”

Slightly out of it, you take your hands off his shoulders like he’s ardent. They treacherously found that support by reflex, to keep your balance when he grabbed you. Shit. Obeying, you reach for the metal frame to pull as he lifts. Faster than you expected, and with much ease, you find your way to the ceiling. Boy must have been working out.

“Can you m-make it?” He grunts distractingly under you. Why are you even finding that sound sexy now? You really need to get out of this damn closet, or else...

“Yes, I think I… Let me just…” Arms first, you twist your way through the entrance of the vent. It’s scorching, hotter than you expected, and dark as night. Once you’ve managed to get your chest inside, you feel his hands slide on your thighs, almost on your-

“Park!” You shout into the echoing metal and he stops.

“Something wrong? You’re halfway in.”

Your mouth opens in awe, understanding he doesn’t care what he’s touching at all. Jinyoung might as well be frigid for real; you’re the only one affected apparently. He resumes pushing, fingers digging the back of your thighs, probably marking them. With his help, you worm your way inside, managing to win a few inches by twisting and wiggling. Trying not to think of his hands on you like that… It is way harder than you expected, even if you’re inside a disgusting enclosed space. What a sight this must be for him, your ass dangling like that.

“Shit.” You hear his muffled curse and freezes. Park Jinyoung never swears.

“W-What?” Sweat is dripping from your face, falling in the burning metal. If you stay here longer, you’ll roast like a chicken on a grill.

“Hum, I don’t think your as… Your h-hips aren’t gonna make it.”

“What? No! Push!” Squirming with a renewed fervour, you feel him directly press on your ass cheeks this time. Unfortunately, he’s right. Although you try your best, the metal frame only digs your hips dolorously. You give up after a minute; you’re completely wet by then. The air in there is barely breathable, and both the physical effort and the idea of his close proximity have drained you. “Get me out.”

There’s nothing, no answer.

“Get me out, please!”

Your eyes round in horror, panic rising. Surely he wouldn’t abandon you like that… Wiggling, you try to back away, but you lack the support and strength to escape this Hell.

“... Park?” Your voice is nothing but a miserable whimper this time. You lay there, inert, halfway through the burning air vent. That’s the single stupidest thing you’ve ever done; trust him. “Jinyoung!” Your tone is shakier than you’d wish, but his muted answer finally comes.

“I was considering…” He clears his throat, clearly embarrassed by something. “What if you took your shorts off? I think the-”

“Please, get me out! It burns!” You beg, unable to tell if he’s joking. By this point, your naked skin is painfully sticking to the metal. It was the worst idea. You start to cry, tears stinging your eyes. “Jinyoung, please-”

“Ok ok! I got you!” His hands are back on your thighs, pulling you to him.

You back out as fast as you can, skin marking even if you’re careful not to get stuck and burned. It takes double the time as it took to get in. When you finally exit, your panic causes you both to fall off the pile of crates. Your breathing is erratic as you sit, back on the floor of the closet. You’ll be covered in bruises tomorrow, but at least you’ve made it out. You don’t even realize Jinyoung is the one who absorbed most of the drop. Running your hands over the wet hair that has escaped your ponytail, you try to calm down unsuccessfully. You thought you were going to suffocate in there.

“Hey, are you alright?” Jinyoung manages to sit. He winces, hands catching your forearm to better see one of the red marks in the dim lighting. “I didn’t consider how hot it’d be.”

“I- I- I t-thought,” you pant, half-hyperventilating, half-weeping. “You l-left me!”

Jinyoung’s face falls, almond eyes rounding. “I’d never, y/n…” He cups your cheeks, wiping your tears and sweat with his thumbs. “I didn’t think you’d get hurt.” He keeps stroking you, and you let him do it, forgetting for a brief moment that you hate him. Your breathing begins to slow down, matching his. “I’m so sorry it was a bad idea, but I’d never do this on purpose. Ever. Why would you even think that?”

“You h-hate me.” You whine and he scoffs, breath ghosting over your face.

“Whom would I fight with if you weren’t there?” Jinyoung chuckles still holding you like he’s also forgotten he’s not supposed to. You blink, unable to comprehend his words. You’ve known him for years; you’ve been playing this game for a long time. You know the rules. Trying to tear away, but he follows. Really, what’s with you and him tonight? You whine ever so slightly and the corner of his pout jiggles. “If this was a drama… That’s when I’d kiss you.” After this, he coolly sits back, leaning on his open palms and making his forearms flex. You stay there frozen still, in a daze. What was that?

Annoyed, to be this affected, you turn to hit his arm roughly. “What’s with you and all these drama ref-” Jinyoung’s mouth muffles the rest of your scolding.

He’s kissing you.

Park Jinyoung is kissing you, and you should fight back… Unfortunately, the only thing you do at the moment is laying on the floor, tugging at his neck for him to remain over you. Wow, that’s not what he expected. Jinyoung follows, apparently not minding your sweaty state and poor presentation. You’re not doing any better, fingers digging the muscles of his shoulders. You had no idea he was this sexy all along; it feels like you should’ve been made aware of this. If you had, perhaps you wouldn’t have been as surprised and overwhelmed tonight. You wouldn’t be giving in to this crazy urge of having him all over. Jinyoung’s mouth opens yours and your tongues meet messily. None of you cares or wants to retake control of the situation, you’re just going at it. Making the best of a shitty night. His left hand is between your head and the floor; the other one is caressing down your belly gently.

“I thought you weren’t interested...” Managing to get the words out, you feel his breath on your cheek when he chuckles.

“Just this once, just now.” He replies, nose nudging yours. “I thought you hated me.”

“I still do.” Your nails trace his spine, leaving a scratch behind. He rolls your lower lip between his teeth, straight up challenging. His mouth drops to your jaw, exploring down on your neck. You shut your eyes, feeling his teeth graze your collarbone. “Jesus.” Curving against his chest, you hush, and he hums on your skin, pleased by the reaction. Jinyoung’s hand drops from your stomach to your hip, then to your thigh and ass. It stays there, holding on tightly. That’s your cue to reach for a t-shirt that was abandoned on the floor earlier, using it as a fortune pillow. When he offers you a quizzical look, you smirk. “Who knows how long we’ll be here… Might as well make us comfortable. Oh, and tell me... What do we do to kill time, now that your escape plan has failed?”

His erection is already pressed on your thigh through his shorts, and there are goosebumps all over your body. You hate to admit, but you’re so turned on you want to take this further, and you hope he’s on the same page.

Nothing could have prepared you to his burning look right then. “I have a few ideas...” He says, clicking his tongue. Before you can question anything, his mouth is trailing down your body with an obvious end goal. He kisses your belly button and pauses there, thumbs hooked into the waistband of your stretchy gym shorts. “If that’s fine by you,” Jinyoung adds in a business-like manner. Count on him to be so formal even when he’s unmistakably proposing to eat you out.

Your hands are already in your hair to hold on to something, and you nod, gaze crazy. He smirks, tugging your clothes down. As soon as you’re exposed, his mouth resumes. You should probably be more embarrassed by this weird intimacy. You feel sweaty and disgusting, but Jinyoung doesn’t seem to mind so you quickly forget all about it. He grips your thighs to allow himself access. You arch, waiting for his touch, and he dodges your sex at the last second.

“Shit.” You swear when he keeps going down with his butterfly kisses, a chuckle shaking his shoulders. Jinyoung was never one to ruin an opportunity by shooting too soon, and apparently, he’s going to be the same when it comes to this. His lips are damp and soft, brushing all over the inner sensitive part of your thighs. Fuck, you’re already so ready. “J-Jinyoung…” You purr, wiggling under him for mercy.

“Shit.” He seems to agree by echo, words muted by your skin. Leisurely, he comes closer to your sex again, like he’s got all the time in the world. He’s one Hell of a tease. Although you're not sure when you’ll get rescued, you’re pretty certain you’ll be dead by morning if he keeps this up. “You’re so pretty.” It’s so unexpected that you don’t know what to reply, so you don’t. Jinyoung presses the most infuriating kiss on your mons, making you tremble under him. Bringing his right hand under your ass, he spreads your labia, observing intently.

“Jesus fucking Christ Park…” You whine, done with his antics. “Are you doing this just to make me hate you more?”

“But that’s my favourite part, y/n… Making you angry.” He smiles, smearing your arousal with his thumb. It’s clear he’s a little shit, even in bed. “I usually like to take it slow… But not you, no... You’re always doing things too fast. I bet you could already take my cock... Do you think you could?”

Ok, again, not what you expected from someone as buttoned-down as him. Your mouth remains ajar as you moan in reply, hips rising in hopes of pressing closer to his thumb. If you thought he was hot earlier, it was nothing; right now he’s the sexiest man ever. He has all the power, and you gladly let him have it for once. You want him too much to fight. Jinyoung eyes go dark once more, and he licks his lips. He lowers himself, but instead of pleasuring you, he takes his time to lick his own finger clean.

“No arguing? Since where are you this horny for me?” Are you supposed to play along, is dirty talk his thing? How unexpected. It’s a fun new game. “I would have fucked you sooner if I knew.”

His words make your core clench on nothing. “Since you took off your shirt...” You’re a fast learner. “I’ve been dripping wet.”

“Locked in here with me...” Jinyoung sighs, gaze dropping to your glistening sex. “You said it felt like a torrid porno.” A sweat droplet falls between your breasts. “Those words coming out of your mouth… I’ve been hard since then.”

“Jinyoung.” You sing in awe, suppressing a shiver. You had no idea.

At his name, he decides he’s done enough teasing for now. He obliges after an eternity, licking up your slit. You gasp and he ends by pressing a kiss on your clit before doing it again. Shit. He repeats the gesture, tasting your juices one last time before concentrating on your bud. His tongue flattens, swirling and nudging your clit. It’s not long until he finds the perfect motion that has you jolting against his face. “F-Fuck!” You cry, not bothering to remain quiet when there’s no one to hear. He’s amazing. Shit, ‘not a boring virgin’ he said.

Running his fingers on your sex, Jinyoung smears your wetness until they’re soaked. Then slowly, he inserts one of them inside you to help his task. He doesn’t falter, obviously almost as heavily turned on as you by all this. Adding another finger, he keeps going, sucking more and more harshly until you’re practically dancing under him. The sounds filling the storage are filthy, but can’t find it in you to mind. You’re seeing stars, enjoying every single second as he eats you out. Jinyoung lasts longer than any guy ever, waiting diligently to build you up. He’s determined to show you he’s the best at everything, not just archery. This moment stretches out until you’re spent and clenching uncontrollably. He accelerates; not changing anything. He’s aware you can’t handle it for much longer and that it’s repetition that’s getting you off. Soon, your eyes roll into your head. You cry out his name as you come, thighs clenching around him. Your hips rise against his face one last time, and he sees you through your orgasm. Holding you until you’re done and clean before finally pulling away from your sex.

Afterwards, you stay on the ground, panting, heartbeat deafening in your ears. You can’t believe you just came that hard on Park Jinyoung’s face. Jesus Christ. Shouldn’t you feel embarrassed? There’s no real reason to though, not when he’s the one who ate you this diligently in the first place. He clearly wanted it, asked. Unaware of your awkward train of thoughts, Jinyoung lies beside you, exhausted but still very smug of accomplishment.

“That was…” You begin shyly, but trail off. “I’ve never… With someone...” He rolls to kiss your shoulder, and h hard-on brushes you.

“Perfect.” Jinyoung simply replies, getting it, he’s even more pleased with himself. You turn to face him on the ground, breathing slowing down. Pecking his chin, you wrap your arm around his waist to pull him closer. You had forgotten where you were; in the gym’s dirty storage.

“Only many hours left ‘til morning...”

“Mmm…” He doesn’t pull away when your hand slip in his training shorts. “Due to an unfortunate incident, my schedule’s cleared tonight.”

“What are you saying, Park?” Tracing the outline of the strain in his briefs, you raise an eyebrow.

“I’m saying… I’m not too busy to make you come a few more times.” Jesus. He blinks, pulling you closer to add in your ear; “I’ve actually dreamt of having you like this for a long time.”

“Really?” You exhale, out of it. That’s impossible, you’d know.

“Sure. Every time the guys are around, you turn the charm on, but when we’re all alone...” The rest of his sentence is up in the air, but you get what he means. Jinyoung plops himself up on an elbow to read your reaction. “You never once wondered about what I think of your slutty training outfits? Then tonight you go and take your top off like I’m not in here. You’re always so mean to me, forgetting I’m a man too. ”

You cross the last barrier of fabric between him and your hand, smirking. Again, you had no idea he thought of you that way. Jinyoung immediately twitches in your palm, cock swelling even more at the skin-to-skin contact. He’s larger than you expected. “How am I doing now?” You coo, snuggling in his neck as you stroke him.

“Better.” He admits, almost inaudible. Your hand tightens around his length and Jinyoung grunts. “Mean. I think I’ll have to fuck you hard a few times, teach you some respect.” With that, he rises above you and you laugh, helping to get rid of his shorts and underwear. When he’s freed Jinyoung lies between your legs, cock directly on your swollen cunt.

You gulp, toes curling tightly from expectations. “How do those dreams usually go?”

Jinyoung’s jaw clenches in concentration and he rocks his hips, rubbing himself on your wetness. He breathes out haltingly, “Sometimes, you’re just bent over a chair at a championship, and I fuck you while everyone’s in the room.”

“O-Oh!” Your eyes automatically shut when his tip brushes your clit.

“But more often, it’s like this; all sweaty after practice, no one else at the training ground…” His voice is strained, and you totally relate. Eager to feel him inside you already, you align him to your core. You can’t bear to hear shit like this anymore.

He doesn’t seem to mind the guidance. Almost instantly, he begins to push in. His head enters you slowly, and you spread your legs wider. You need him deeper, want him to fill you. Your tightened walls stretch around his cock until he’s inside you, throbbing. Jinyoung lets out a weird sound, almost breaking. He’s a lot less talkative now. Using your hands on his hips, you force him back and then forward, the friction nearly making you lose your mind.

“Shit.” Jinyoung breathes out, unstable.

“Shit,” you confirm, word morphing into a groan when he moves again. He’s tougher this time, fingers digging your right thigh firmly.

He slides into you with ease, your core more than ready for his cock. Jinyoung finds a fast rhythm hitting you hard every time. You can’t believe how good it feels; letting him have his way with you like that. He thrusts powerfully for a moment before pulling out, much to your displeasure.

“On all fours.” At his order, you hurry to flip while he observes, pumping his dick with your juices.

He’s back between your legs at once, spreading them with his own. Not wasting any second, he positions himself at your entrance. You fall on your forearms when he pushes back in, eyes rounding in ecstasy. He’s closer than before, cock fitting your core so perfectly you cry out. Shit. Jinyoung repeats his thrust, and you swear loudly, making him chuckle.

Again. Again.

He grabs your ass, sinking himself deeper, and with way more urgency. His balls hit you with every grind forward. Unforgiving, he keeps going until you’re on the very edge again, gasping. You arch even more, and when his hips meet your ass this time, you almost break. He hits something up your core that’s so intense it hurts of the greatest pain.

Again. Again.

You’re a mess, knees and ass burning, but you don’t want him to stop. You beg him to keep going and he does. Making sure to fuck you like no one has ever. Covered in perspiration, Jinyoung’s not holding back much better than you. He’s unsure if he’ll be able to keep pace much longer.

“C-Come!” Jinyoung requests with authority, and you whimper under him. “Come for me, baby!”

As though his command is magical, you break apart; tightening and convulsing around him. He pulls out before being overwhelmed, letting you ride off your second orgasm on your own. It’s just in time because he comes right away too. Spilling on your ass with a shudder, unable to contain himself anymore. You don’t even seem to notice, head still in the clouds. He wipes off his mess with his briefs; not bothering to think about what he’ll wear later. Falling on the ground before him, you’re breathless and obviously completely satisfied.

This escapade will not help with his bravado when you’re back to reality. Jinyoung lies next to you, one of his arms under his head and the other one on your back. It’s as though he can’t stop touching you just yet. You are still too high to be self-aware and remember what you two are outside this storage. The silence that fills the air is nothing like earlier, relaxed and comfortable. It coexists with your breathing slowing down, yours and his almost synchronized.

It takes a long time for you to break it, unable to keep your train of thoughts to yourself. “What a plot twist to the drama.” Staring at the dark ceiling, you miss the smug smile on Jinyoung’s lips.

“What is?” He asks, absentmindedly rubbing circles on the curve of your back to break the droplets of sweat accumulating there.

“Us,” you reply after a heartbeat, “this.”

He snorts, “This isn’t a plot twist at all. Everyone saw it coming but you.”

Raising on an elbow to observe him, you frown in confusion; “Really?”

“Sure.” Jinyoung is smiling dumbly, an expression you have never seen him before. “What did you think all that sexual tension was going to amount for?”

You think for a moment. “Murder.”

He straight up laughs, loud and clear. “Jeez y/n. How can you be so dense...”

“Shuddup,” groaning, you nudge him and he catches your hand, “I hate you.” You both stare at your linked hands, not needing words to express your true feelings at the moment. “How many hours do you think we have before morning?”

When you ask this, he turns to stare at you in disbelief. “Probably enough for us to die of dehydration if we keep this up...”

Smirking, you lower yourself for a kiss. “I dunno,” you murmur against his lips, “it’d sure be a sweet death...” Laughing quietly, Jinyoung pulls you over him.

You have no idea how long you’ll remain locked in this storage… But you’re certain you’ll use the time you have left wisely from now on.

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soybeantree · 4 years ago

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be careful what others wish for pt. 5

pairing: erm…ofc/mark, ofc/jinyoung, markjin…kind of parts: o1 | o2 | o3 | o4 genre/rating: LITERALCRACK! fluff. word count: 4k a/n: so this is the sequel to this story here. not completely necessary to read the first story. basically bodies get swapped and craziness ensues. italics is spoken korean.

“Namsan Tower?” The statement came as a question. Dee had stepped out of the taxi and immediately spied the tower peaking through the clouds. “You wanted to go to Namsan Tower? Surely you’ve been multiple times.” Mark nodded. “But have you?” Dee shook her head. She and Jay had been too preoccupied to visit the tower during their last visit. “Then it’s perfect. I had a whole day planned for us to do, but we don’t have time to do all of it. I have to be back at the studio for practice later.” Dee nodded, forcing herself not to focus on the fact that he had planned a whole day. Instead, she started walking towards the tower and the tram which she assumed they would be taking. She only made it a few steps before Mark’s hand slid into hers again. Her feet froze, and she glanced down at their entwined hands and then up to Mark. “What are you doing?” In answer, Mark removed his face mask. Dee’s eyes went wide as she whiped around to see if anybody had recognized him. “What are you doing?” She hissed.

“I want to spend today with you as me, not Jay-Mark or idol-Mark but Mark-Mark.” He smiled and the sight sucked all the breath from her body. “I didn’t even put make-up on today or shave.” He was practically beaming. Dee snorted, her body’s go to reaction to everything. Mark’s smile faded, and he licked his lips as he searched for something to say. Before he found anything, Dee said, “Sorry. I didn’t realize you weren’t wearing make-up because you still look perfect.” Mark scoffed. “How can you not tell? Look at this scruff.” He made a circle motion around his mouth, and Dee leaned in squinting at his skin. “Are you referencing your three hours of peach fuzz?” She glanced up through her lashes and only then realized how close she was to him and how close her lips were to his. She watched his pupils widen and felt a faint breath part his lips. His grip on her hand tightened as he drew her closer to him. She jumped back, ripping her hand from his grasp and hiding it behind her back. She brought her other hand to her mouth as she coughed into it. “We should probably get on the tram. Like you said, you don’t have much time, and I’m sure it’ll be busy soon.” Her eyes darted around the entire area, resting on the trees, the benches, the fellow visitors, everything that wasn’t Mark Tuan. Mark smirked and motioned for her to continue forward. She hurried ahead of him, moving her hands in front of her, so he couldn’t grab hold of them again. The hour was still early and the line for the tram was short. They were able to get on the first ride. Dee moved to the far back of the tram and leaned against the bar as they ascended above the bustling city. She watched the city spread out before them and let her awe overwhelm her and drown out all thoughts of the man who stood next to her. The man in question leaned against the bar as well, but the city scape failed to arrest his attention. He much preferred to watch the awe on his companion’s face. As he told Dee, he had been to Namsan Tower many times, and the novelty had worn away. But seeing everything through her eyes gave him a new appreciation for the sight. “Oh, look at that!” Dee pressed her finger against the glass and turned to Mark, but the expression on his face chilled her enthusiasm and sent her heart racing. Then Mark blinked and the expression was gone. His eyes shifted to the area she indicated and a lazy smile flitted across he face. He started to tell her something about the city, but she didn’t hear his words. Her heart was pounding too loudly in her ears. The tram jolted to stop, throwing Dee off balance and straight into Mark. His arms, instinctively, wrapped around her, holding her steady. Once certain she had regained her balance, he shifted his hands to her shoulders and set her straight. “Are you okay?” “Yes.” And then under her breath. “I just feel like I’m in the middle of drama.” “What?” “What?” “What did you just say?” “Hmm.” Dee pursed her lips and jutted her chin out slightly. “What did you just say?” “It looks like people are trying to board the tram. We should get off.” Dee darted through the exit before Mark could ask his question again. She really needed to stop muttering. It was a bad habit and would get her into trouble eventually. Mark caught up with her near one of the observatory balconies. She had pulled out her phone and was snapping pictures of the view. “Korea’s such a pretty country.” She said when she felt Mark’s approach. “Jay and I spent most of our trip traveling around the different parks. We took so many pictures.” “I know. I saw them.” Mark leaned so far forward on the bar that his feet left the ground. “At least, I’m assuming that’s what’s on that one wall in your apartment.” Dee nodded. After their trip, they had printed out all of their pictures and made a mural on the wall. Their plan had been to put up pictures from all their trips on the wall, but they had yet to go on another trip. Life got in the way, so the pictures of Korea reigned in isolation. “I was sad that there weren’t any pictures of me.” He glanced over at her and pouted. He looked so cute, but Dee forced herself to remain straight faced. “We didn’t take any pictures of you last time.” “That’s right. You shouldn’t make the same mistake twice.” He beamed as he bounced off the bar. “What?” But her question was answered as Mark pulled his phone out of his pocket. “No, no, no, no! I look horrible today. Put that away.” Dee covered her face with her hands and shuffled away from the camera. Mark chuckled and slipped a hand around her waist pulling her into the frame. She stilled at his touch, her hands falling from her face. Mark used her shock to his advantage and snapped a shot. Dee blinked and swatted his shoulder. “I wasn’t even looking at the camera, and who knows what my expression looked like. If you’re going to take the picture at least let me try to look decent.” “But you don’t even have to try.” He smirked. Red bloomed across her cheeks, and Mark snapped another photo. “Mark Tuan!” “Shhh!” Mark hissed. His phone slid between his thumb and forefinger, as his palm and three remaining fingers moved to cover her mouth. “Do you want all of the Ahgase within a mile to crash our date?” Dee shifted her eyes left then right and found no Ahgase. She shifted them down to the hand on her mouth and finally up to Mark. She quirked a brow. His eyes also swept the area and, after finding none of the visitors cared, removed his hand. Mark cleared his throat before mumbling. “I can never be too careful.” Dee started laughing, and this time it was Mark’s turn to blush. “Are you hungry?” He was quick to ask as he motioned to a street cart that was a little ways from them. Before she could respond, he was halfway to the cart. She looked after him, laughter still pulling on the corners of her mouth. But the further from her he got, the more the laughter ebbed away. When he reached the stand, her smile was gone. When she was with Mark, it was easy to forget all of her reasons to distance herself from him. She became so wrapped up in his presence that nothing else mattered. He was a drug and coming down from this high would be painful. She needed to put some distance between them now. But he was coming back with fish sticks and the proud smile on his face, nearly melted her resolve. “Here we can eat these as we head down the mountain.” He handed her one and kept the other for himself. “Careful though. They’re still hot.” He blew on his before taking a small bite. He hissed when the hot piece hit his tongue and tears welled in his eyes as he forced himself to keep the piece in and swallow. Dee snorted at his antics and decided to let hers cool down before attempting a bite. With the chill in the air, it wouldn’t take long. Mark started walking, and Dee fell into step behind him. She was silent as she tried to build a wall around her heart. Reason was the bricks, and fear the mortar. So long as she held tight to both, she would survive this date and this trip and be able to return to her life when all of this was over. “I’m sorry I stopped messaging.” The words were a whisper, but they reverberated through Dee’s ear. She stopped and stared at the back of the idol’s head. “I shouldn’t have. I didn’t want to. But I did.” He still had his back to her as he spoke, but he slowly turned to face her. “I have lots of excuses for why I stopped, but I feel like you would just use those excuses against me. So instead of excuses, I’m saying I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?” Forcing herself to smile, Dee nodded. “Of course. You didn’t need to apologize. I understand. Like I said before life moves on-” But Mark shook his head. “I don’t want this to happen again. I don’t want to stop talking to you. There is so much about you I don’t know and so much I want to know. You may think you don’t have a place in my life, but you do, and I hope you can make a place for me in yours. I may not always be able to be just Mark. Sometimes, I will have to be idol-Mark or model-Mark, but I don’t see why that should be a problem because they’re still me. And from what I can tell, you like me.” “Shouldn’t you be confessing to me instead of confessing for me?” Dee tried to laugh, but it stuck in her throat. “I like you.” His eyes held hers, and she found herself unable to breath. “I was just joking.” She choked out. “I’m not.” His mouth was a firm line, and the intensity in his eyes turned her muscles to jelly. The cup in her hand fell to the floor and her legs wobbled beneath her. She needed to sit, to think. A bench to her right offered her the chance for both. She collapsed onto the bench and lowered her head. All her attention went to her lungs as she forced them to expand and contract. Passing out would be the worst thing she could do at this moment. “Dee?” Mark’s shadow covered her. She held up a hand to stop him. “Just… give me a minute.” She sighed, and the shadow left. Mark had just confessed to her. Mark Tuan of Got7 had just told her that he liked her. The idea was laughable, and if she hadn’t witnessed it, she would not believe it. Part of her still didn’t believe it. She could have hallucinated the whole thing. Or maybe she was still asleep and this was a dream. Or maybe she was in a coma and all of this was a delusion created by her subconscious. She glanced up. Mark stood a few feet from her, watching her. When he caught her eyes, he gave her a soft smile. “You did just confess right?” He nodded. “And I’m not dreaming?” He chuckled and shook his head. “Mark, you and I, we-we can’t. You’re-” “Don’t say I’m an idol. I know plenty of idols who are in successful relationships with non-idols. Next reason.” He crossed his wrists at his waist and relaxed his shoulders, waiting. “We live-” “In different countries? You’re right. My entire family lives in a different country, and my relationship with them is stronger now than when we lived in the same country. Being apart just makes you cherish your time together even more. Next reason.” He cocked his head to the side and grinned at her. “Last time-” “I already apologized for last time, and you forgave me so you can’t use it against me anymore. Next excuse.” She scanned the area as if some brilliant reason would be written in the clouds or on the stones, but none were, and she was out of reasons. Her fears were all she had left. “We barely know each other.” She whispered. “That’s why I want to get to know you.” He took a step forward, but she lowered her eyes to her gloved hands. “But what if you don’t like me then.” Her words were a sob, and she cursed herself for letting her emotions leak out. She rubbed fiercely at her eyes before tears could spill from them. When her eye sight cleared, she found Mark kneeling in front of her. She leaned back and Mark leaned with her. “Mark-” “And what if I like you even more. Neither of us know what’s going to happen, but that shouldn’t stop us from pursuing what we want. If you don’t like me, I can accept that, but nothing else.” She stared at his beautiful bare face, tracing the bow of his lips, the lines of his jaw, the curve of his eyes. A stray hair fell in his eyes, and she reached out to brush it away. Mark stilled at her touch, and when she met his eyes, she could see the question burning behind them. “Of course I like you.” His nose scrunched up as a smile bloomed on his face. He laughed and leaned forward further wrapping her in a hug. He squeezed her and laughed again. Without releasing her, he adjusted himself so he could sit next to her. “Was that so hard?” He chuckled. Dee snorted but didn’t move. She enjoyed the feel of Mark’s arms around her and allowed herself to rest her head on his shoulder. Mark’s right arm slipped down from her shoulder to grasp her right hand while his left hand slipped up her shoulder to her head. He patted it softly, before resting his cheek on her hair. “I could get used to this.” He whispered.

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Jinyoung walked ahead of Jay, his hands in his jeans. Jay watched his back imagining the way his shoulders moved under his thick coat, but as soon as the thought came, she banished it. She didn’t need to think of Jinyoung like that. It wasn’t healthy. Instead of watching him, she stopped in front of a nearby restaurant and examined the menu. While she often wished her body processed misery by having no appetite, it didn’t. Nothing deterred her appetite. Happy, sad, mad, confused, surprised, no matter the emotion, she could always eat and in large quantities. The menu looked good and best of all cheap. She glanced toward Jinyoung who had stopped at a vendor’s stall. She wondered if he was hungry and if she wanted to risk sitting down to a meal with him. “Hello.” She jumped at the greeting, her head snapping to face a good looking man, near her age. He smiled at her. Her returning smile felt more like a grimace. Men rarely approached her. People in general rarely approached her. She often gave off the vibe that if you did she would kill you. “Hello.” Her reply came late and stilted. “Having trouble deciding what to eat?” He nodded towards the menu “More like having trouble deciding what not to eat.” He chuckled, and her grimace-smile grew more awkward. She hadn’t meant it as a joke. “Jagiya!” Jay’s eyes widened as she whipped her head back towards Jinyoung as he approached her. Crinkles surrounded his eyes, hinting at a smile beneath his face mask. When he reached her, he placed a hand on her waist, pulling her against him. Her eyes remained wide as her breathing slowed. Warmth radiated from where his hand rested on her waist, and she began to sweat under her puffy coat. “Should we eat here?” He asked as if he hadn’t just robbed her of breath and sense. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” He said as if he just now noticed the young man she’d been talking to. “Hello.” He nodded. “Hello.” The man nodded in return. “I should be going. It was nice talking with you.” He smiled at Jay. “Goodbye.” He turned to Jinyoung, the smile faltering. “Goodbye.” Something in the idol’s expression sent him scurrying away. Jay pulled out of Jinyoung’s grasp and inhaled a deep cold breath to calm and cool herself. She needed to forget the feeling of his arm around her, or it would haunt her for the rest of her life. “What the hell was that about?” But she held up a hand before he could respond. “Actually, don’t tell me because I don’t want to know. Anyways, let’s just continue walking in silence. I enjoyed that.” She continued forward, but Jinyoung didn’t follow. He remained rooted to his spot. With a huff, she turned to face him. “Jinyoung-” “We need to talk.” He folded his arms across his chest and stared her down. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Jay said, “We did talk.” “No, you talked. It’s my turn now.” The force behind his words sent a wave of warmth to her core. She coughed to hide her flushing cheeks. “Now, would you like to talk over food?” He indicated the restaurant. “Or there is a park nearby.” “I’d rather not talk.” She flashed him her cheesiest grin, but the look in his eyes melted it right off her face. “The park. I talk best when I’m walking.” He nodded and moved to stand beside her. Walking in step with each other, Jinyoung guided them to the park. He maintained his silence as they moved down a gravel path. Other couples passed by them, huddled together for warmth, and Jay wondered if the park had been a bad choice. They continued in silence which drove Jay crazy. She wanted to break it, but she wasn’t ready for what Jinyoung had to say. She wanted to run, but she wasn’t ready to take the cowards way out. So she walked beside Jinyoung and waited. “I have some questions.” Jinyoung finally said, as he returned his hands to his pockets. “And I just want you to answer yes or no.” He glanced over at her, and she nodded. “You stopped talking to me because you like me.” Jay glared at the boy, but he either didn’t notice the eyes boring into the side of his head or purposely ignored them. “No.” She hissed, staring straight ahead and crossing her arms. “You have to answer truthfully.” “You never said that.” She huffed. “You just said I have to answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’.” He nodded his acknowledgment. “But since you confirmed you were lying, I know the answer is yes.” “I never confirmed anything.” She grumbled, and Jinyoung chuckled. “Next question. You like me but don’t think I could like you.” The answer stuck in her throat as pressure built up behind her eyes. She rubbed at them and let out a sigh. It had been hard enough telling him all of this at the restaurant. Why did he want her to say it again? “Yes.” She gazed at the trees on her right, hiding her face in the hood of her coat. “The reason you think I couldn’t like you is because I am a calm, collected, and, for lack of a better word, a traditional man, and you’re none of those things.” “Yes.” Maybe if she answered quickly, the questioning would end sooner, and she could find an empty grave to curl up in. “You think I should be with a girl who is calm and collected and traditional?” “Is your next question going to be ‘Can you help me pick her out’?” She bit back. She stopped and turned to face him, stone faced. “Because the answer is yes. I made a nice long list of all the girls that would be better for you than me.” Jinyoung paused, his only movement the rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed. His eyes searched her face, chipping away at the stone until her emotions were on full display. “You really did?” He finally asked. She nodded and cleared her throat, forcing her tone to sound flippant. “Yes. Call it a coping mechanism or a reality slap. I don’t know. Does it matter?” Instead of answering her question, Jinyoung said, “Last question. Do you think you get to decide who I like and why I like them?” Despite only having two answers to choose from, Jay floundered for a response. Jinyoung’s soul piercing gaze didn’t help either. “No.” She stuttered. “Then I get to decide.” His eyes held hers. “You said that was your last question.” Jay swallowed. “I wasn’t asking you. I was telling you.” He took a step towards her, and her breath froze in her lungs. “I get to decide who I like and why. And I have decided that I like you. And I have decided that I like you because you’re a loud and ridiculous firecracker who makes stupid wishes that land her in messes. But also because you’re fiercely loyal to people you consider a friend, because you make me laugh, and because you’re always ready to murder Yugyeom.”

She snorted at that and dropped her head, breaking eye contact which gave her the chance to breath again. She took several deep breaths as tears slipped down her face. Swiping at them, she hoped Jinyoung wouldn’t notice, but he slipped his hands under her chin, raising it so she faced him again. “I’m not saying we should start dating. I’m saying you shouldn’t shut me out because you think I couldn’t like you, and I’m hoping that you’ll continue to talk to me so that we can date in the future.” He nodded at her, and she mimicked the movement. His eyes crinkled with a smile as he released her chin. “Just know you haven’t seen a fourth of my crazy. I’ve been hiding it because I didn’t think you could handle it.” She turned from him and started walking again. He chuckled and matched her pace. “You’re saying you do crazier things than switching bodies with a Kpop idol?” He quirked his head to the side, his lower lip sliding over his upper. “Ye-yesss… okay maybe not crazier than that, but a different kind of crazy.” Jinyoung nodded. “Okay, but you’re also going to see my crazy side.” “You don’t have a crazy side.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were an expert on Park Jinyoung.” He scoffed. “Yeah, I probably should have told you earlier, but I’m an expert on all Park Jinyoungs. I actually have a Doctorate on Park Jinyoung.” She rolled her shoulders and added a little strut to her walk. Coughing to hide a chuckle, Jinyoung asked, “Did you get it from Park Jinyoung University?” “Yes!” Jay widened her eyes in surprise. “How did you know about Park Jinyoung University?” “Where do you think all the Park Jinyoungs go to university? I would think someone who has a Doctorate would know that and that we get to decide who we do and don’t like.” The idol slid his arms behind his back and locked his hands together, looking ever the scholar. Jay nodded. “Yes, well, I may have fallen asleep during a couple classes. There were so many classes I had to take, and I needed to sleep at some point.” “So many classes?” “Hundreds.” “What was your favorite?” “The Anatomy of Park Jinyoung.” The idols cheeks flushed beneath his face mask as he burst out laughing, a full bodied laugh which arrested his movement. Jay watched and thought the only thing which could make the moment better would be if he wasn’t wearing that stupid face mask.

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a-diary-for-seoulmates · 5 years ago

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Cafe!au with jinyoung, where you open the little shared coffee/book cafe early in the morning. Setting up,decorating, etc.

Sorry this is so late... I went on a bit of a hiatus I guess. I hope you enjoy this though!

[Oct. 3, 2019 8:27 AM]

October always seemed to bring the best in Jinyoung. You didn’t know why, and you really didn’t question it. You simply enjoyed the brighter, more playful nature your husband seemed to exhibit (though that isn’t to say he was never bright and playful any other time.)

You’d just finished taking the batch of pumpkin muffins from the oven and had barely gotten them out of the baking tin when Jinyoung showed up to steal one. This same thing had happened so many times that it barely phased you; you didn’t even look up as you addressed the issue. “Those are for customers. Last I checked you weren’t paying for anything here.” Your said with a soft, teasing smirk as you continued preparing the little café. Jinyoung could do nothing more than give an equally teasing smirk as he hopped up on the counter beside you.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to steal from you if you hadn’t rushed me out the door without breakfast.”

You looked up at him only after putting the remainder of the batch in the display case, “I wouldn’t have to rush you out the door if you’d get up on time.”

“I would’ve gotten up when the alarm went off had someone not kept me up so late last night.” By now he’d finished his muffin and managed to trap you between his legs as he sat up on the counter still. His words brought a blush over your cheeks as memories from the night before popped into your head. You tried to avoid eye contact, but your innocence only fueled his cheeky behavior. Jinyoung quickly tilted your chin up before swooping down and leaving a couple playful pecks to your lips. Pecks slowly turned into lingering kisses and lingering kisses slowly grew deeper... at least until the bell over the front door chimed. The two of you reluctantly separated and looked in the direction of the noise.

“Looks like you have a customer... guess that means you should be getting back to work.” You turned back to your husband with a pout as you watched him hop down from the counter and pick up his coffee.

“I guess you’re right.” He mumbles with a soft sigh. You let him pull you in for one last, lengthy kiss before he headed back towards his side of the shop. Just before he reached the threshold he turned around and winked, “We’ll pick this back up later.”

October brought out the best in Jinyoung, but maybe it brought out the worst in him as well.

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letterstoseven · 5 years ago

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Impossibilities to Possibilities

⇢ genre: angst, fluff, suggestive, sugardaddy!au

⇢ summary: some say that first love never dies but it hunts you.

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You were running late for your interview. The interview was supposed to be at 9:00AM but it’s already 9:30AM and you’re still at the bus only two blocks away from the company building. When the results came in, you were actually surprised that this company scheduled you for an interview. This company is known in the entertainment industry and they’ve been looking for young individuals who have passion, talent, and brains. It was your friend, Jaebeom, who saw their job posting on their social media accounts.

“I think you should try applying for this job. I mean, you’re really good at styling people. I mean, weren’t you always the best dressed at every party? And even the girls at uni gets jealous at you because you totally rock every style. I remember this one time you were wearing a unique top but everyone loved that and the following week, they have those tops already!” Jaebeom persuaded you. It was a little over-dramatic but you started thinking what if this is your break? I mean, it’s summer break at your uni and you’re looking for a summer job.

“But Jae, this company is super picky! They’re just hiring the best of the best. Although the majority of the people who work in this company are young ones who are really really great people.” You said that to him while looking at the website and portfolios of those who work in this company. “There’s no harm in trying, y/n.” He winked at you and proceeded to scroll his feed again. While your eyes were glued at the website, you wonder who’s the person behind this company. You wonder if he has the mind-reading skills or whatsoever magic trick that he’s had the great people under his belt.

And here you are, 9:45AM at the reception of the company. You got off the bus and ran to the company as fast as possible. Fortunately, the lady at the reception was nice and told you to wait for a while. You thanked the gods for letting you off the hook this time. While you were reviewing your portfolio, the receptionist called you, “Miss y/n? Mr. Park is waiting for you in his office. Please go to the 11th floor and turn left, you’ll see his secretary. She’ll let you know more about your interview.” She smiled at you and you smiled back.

While you were walking towards the elevator, you see the interior of the building. It was minimal yet elegant. Something you really want. It made you want to work here. The employees you’ve come across to were nice and made you feel to work here more. By the time the elevator arrived on the designated floor, you were surprised that you were the only one who was called by Mr. Park. You asked the secretary, “Hi, is this Mr. Park’s office? I’m y/n. The receptionist told me to go here.” You hand your curriculum vitae to the secretary, “Is the person who’s going to interview me is the boss?” You whispered to her. She chuckled, “Yes, Miss y/n. It was rare for him to interview the applicants himself. He must be impressed by your application. You may now come in.”

You being nervous is an understatement –– his secretary told you that it was rare for him to conduct an interview himself. When the secretary opened the door, you were shocked at how beautiful and sophisticated his office is. The design, the displays, and the name –– you stopped your tracks by looking at his name.

No way. You uttered, “Mr. Park Jinyoung?”

He turned his back and looked at you, “Hello, y/n. It was nice to see you again.”

“You?!” You dropped your portfolio and picked it up but boy, he was fast. He’s now in front of you, “Yes, it’s me. I had a hard time looking for you, love.” He smirked at you. “Why were you looking for me? We were done. We broke one of the clauses.”

“But you didn’t have to run off like that...” He stared at you and continued, “I got scared of what happened to you. After 6 months of looking for you, I stopped. Then the next week, I was looking at the portfolios sent by the applicants and I saw my photo but side-view. I knew it was me because you let me saw that photo, you were so proud of the result of your styling to me.” He looked at you while reminiscing the past, “Then I saw your resume, you’ve changed your phone number, you moved out of your apartment and you changed the color of your hair.”

This time, it was your turn to stare at him, “Jinyoung... it was what we’re supposed to be. You gave me what I need, the money, the luxury, my tuition, and in return, I give you my company.” His eyes were betraying him. You continued, “But then, I have to admit, I was falling for you day by day. You are a gentleman and a handsome young man. I’m scared that if we go on, we might not just break the clauses in the contract but also our hearts.” You hugged your portfolio.

He turned around and faced you again, hands on his waist, you can see he is frustrated, “You only have the say in this? You’re the only one who decided to leave me and break off! God damn, y/n! I confessed to you after we kissed that night!” It is now your turn to cry, “Jinyoung, I am not that girl for you. You’re handsome, bright, gentleman and more! I’m just a normal girl who drunkenly said yes to a dare to look for a sugar daddy who’s at my age in the club! We didn’t know it’d go far like this, you know that. And please, I’m here for the job and not for you.” Jinyoung, being frustrated, ruffled his hands on his hair and said, “Okay.” And you said, “Okay.”

There was a moment of silence and then, Jinyoung started looking at your resume, “I see that you’ve become a dean’s lister during last year’s semester, but the following semester, you were off the list. Why’s that?” You know that he knows why. He just wanted to come out of your mouth. You answered, “I had personal problems during that time.” Jinyoung looked at you, “If that’s the case, why are we going to hire someone who doesn’t know when to separate personal and work matters?” For the first time since meeting him today, you were surprised at how he can immediately shift his mood, “You know what happened and—” you got cut-off by him, “I’m talking to you as the CEO of the company not as your sugar daddy, y/n.” You got quiet and simply answered, “I’ve grown and learned from my mistakes. I learned not to let my emotions rule over me. At this point of my life, I’ve had many decisions that I did not like. In reference to my class standing, I’ve had to make sacrifices for the betterment of myself. Isn’t that what the company needs? Someone who’s up for commitment, even though there’s a lot to sacrifice.” He was internally shocked at your answer, he knew you could do well. “Ever since I’ve known you, I always know you could do well at everything you do.” You blushed at his comment. “Thank you, Mr. Park.” It wasn’t long until he told you that his secretary will just contact you if you’re hired or not.

When you got back on your apartment, you messaged Jaebeom.

y/n: you won’t believe what I’ll say!

jaebeom: what?

y/n: Jinyoung was the CEO of the company I’ve applied to!!!

jaebeom: Jinyoung? As in the guy whom you had a relationship as sugar daddy?

y/n: YES

jaebeom: it seems like you’re in for a ride ;)

You groaned at his response. You can’t say that you weren't that glad to see him but you’re ashamed of yourself. Your phone dinged and a message from an unknown number.

unknown: hey, y/n. it’s me, Jinyoung. would you like to have dinner or anything, or in a coffee shop?

y/n: wow, using your power as a CEO to get my number, I see.

jinyoung: please? i really missed you...

y/n: okay, you know where. same place, 7pm.

jinyoung: sounds like a plan, i’ll see you then.

As the night’s about to approach, you inhaled deeply and asked yourself, are you ready to see him again? I mean, if you’ll get accepted, there’s a hundred percent chance you’ll see him everyday. The next thing you knew is that you’re in front of your go-to restaurant. Jinyoung knew about this because whenever he asks you where you are, you’re here.m

You were looking for Jinyoung, and when you see him, you can see that he’s on his phone. He sees you too, “I’ll call you back tomorrow. Bring the files to me first thing in the morning. Okay, thanks.” He hung up the call and said to you, “Hi, you came.” Your lips curved into smile and seated in front of him, “Yes? What’s this dinner for?” Jinyoung chuckled, “Typical, y/n. Asking the necessary first before indulging.”

Both of you were tip-toeing in the conversation. Both of you were just saying only the tip of the iceberg and both of you knows it. When the bill came, you were about to pay but Jinyoung interrupted you, “No, y/n. I’ll pay. I was the one who called you anyways.”

When both of you got out of the restaurant, you said your thanks to him, “It was nice seeing you. I’m sorry about the attitude at your office awhile ago. I got shocked and all.” He smiled wryly, “It’s understandable. I mean, I won’t invalidate your feelings. Or if there’s any left.” he continued, “How are you gonna go home? Do you still have the car I gave you?” You choked, “Very nice of you but I returned it to your driver. You might have not seen it yet since you have what, hundreds of cars?” He’s more shocked that you contacted his driver instead of him, “Oh, so you do have my driver’s number? How? Anyway, don’t answer that. Come on, I’ll take you home. It’s dangerous at night, and you know that.”

The heavens must have been in favor of Jinyoung. When you got inside the car, it started to rain hard. “Oh my god. My place is kind of far away from here. It’s a 2-hour drive. I am so so sorry for this, Jinyoung. You could drop me off at the nearest bus stop.” He looked at you and said, “My place is near here. You could stay there until the rain stops.” You can see him ruffling his hair, “That’s very nice of you but I don’t want to impose.” Jinyoung chuckled at your reply, “I insist. Plus we could talk more.” You know what’ll happen if you go in his house, “If that’s okay, then okay.”

While he was driving, you glanced up to him. You missed him, but you feel like it’s inappropriate. You looked outside, he still lives at this secured place where majority of the rich people in town or in the country lives. As you passed the gates, you can see the familiar surroundings. It was still raining hard when Jinyoung parked his car, “Wait here, I’ll get an umbrella.” You stopped him, “No! I can run from here to your front door.” You did not realize how far his parking lot was until you reached the front door. You were soaking and literally wet from the adventure you had done. Jin young ran too, “We should’ve gotten the umbrella. Come, you can wear my clothes as we dry yours.”

When he opened the door, you smiled at the place. You and Jinyoung spent lots of time at his house. He once told you that he’s a homebuddy, that he rarely leaves the house. So, when you were here, you redecorated the place. It was nice of him not to change everything after that. “I’ll just wait here.”

When he came out, he’s already changed his clothes. You stopped yourself from drooling, how did you manage to get away from this handsome man? He was wearing his shorts and a shirt. “Here, wear this. The shirt’s mine but the bottoms were yours. You still have some of your belongings here, you know.” You blushed at him, “Okay, I’ll just change my clothes.”

You left your clothes to dry and went out of the bathroom. You still see Jinyoung sitting there and waiting for you. “You don’t have to wait for me though. You should take some rest too. I’ll just wait until the rain stops and I’ll leave.” You smiled at him.

“I know we’ve been avoiding this but I really wanted to talk about us.” He shifted and seated near you, “I don’t regret giving you all those things. It was voluntary. I wanted to give everything to you, even myself.” You replied, “We don’t have to talk about this now, Jinyoung. I insist. Let’s just talk about other things instead.” You don’t want to open the wounds that were just starting to heal or so you thought. “Okay. Is it okay if we move at the bar counter? We could talk there while I make some drinks. Coffee, Tea, Beer, Wine or water?” He stood up waiting for you, “Wine will do.”

Jinyoung asked, “you sure?” Both of you knows that you’re a lightweight kind of person. Two glasses of wines and you’re dead. You’ve catched up a little bit. Jinyoung never thought that he’d see you in his company. You asked him, “Am I accepted already?” Both of you lightly laughed, he said, “If you want the job, then you have it. I won’t deprive my company to have someone as great as you. Do you want it?” You shrugged, “Well, yes! You know me, if I want to achieve something, I’ll make sure to have it!”

You’re getting red already, you asked for the third glass and you feel dizzy already. “You know, you gotta thank Jaebeom. If it wasn’t for him, I won’t have the courage to apply there.” Jinyoung raised his eyebrows at you, “Ah, I remember him. Great guy. Forgive me if I ask, are you & him dating?” He was red, thank god you both were drinking or else you’ll notice the redness on his face. “No, were not dating! He’s like a brother to me. I haven’t dated ever since we met until now.” You smiled at him. “And you? Of course, as a CEO, you got to meet lovely ladies. Tell me more!” His eyes were dark and said, “I don’t just date around, y/n. I’m still waiting for you.”

A moment of silence passes and you asked him, “Why me? I mean, you were my sugar daddy! That’s—” He cut you off, “Correction, my love. I’m still your ‘sugar daddy’. We haven’t signed the closure agreement.” He smirked at you. You looked at him in surprise and thought to yourself, two can play at the same time. “Oh, really? So? What do you want?” You have to blame it on the alcohol. You’re now drunk as hell. And it was hot in the room. You pushed your shorts and now you’re just wearing your underwear and shirt because you left your bra to dry.

“You.” Jinyoung held your face. “Tell me if you want me to stop. Tell me.” He’s closer, and just like that he kissed you. And you kissed back. His hands roaming at your back and your hands on his hair. He’s murmuring, I miss you so much, in between kisses. When he pulled out, you whined, “Why did you stop?” He pulled you onto his lap and said, “Not now baby. You’re drunk. What we’ll do is we sleep. Let’s go now.” You insisted, “But—” He hushed you, “No buts!” He carried you into his room and got your shorts as well. The moment he placed you in his bed, you were already sleeping like a child. He said to himself, what do I do with your stubborn ass?

You wake up the next morning, your head aches so much. “Ugh, hang-over sucks.” You said as you turn to see Jinyoung still sleeping. You were staring at his beautiful face, your fingers running through his hair and then you stopped. When you were about to leave the bed, his hands snaked through your waist, “Don’t leave yet, please.” He whispered in your ears. You turned around to face him once again, now he’s awake, “Jinyoung, I want to end what we have.” You sighed, he replied, “W-what?” You stood up and seated beside him, “We have to end the sugar daddy thingy! I mean how are we supposed to move on from that?” Jinyoung sighed in relief, “Okay but please let me spoil you. You deserve it.” You’re now on top of him and you giggled, “No, love. We’ll be equals now. I can’t just let you spend things for me.” Jinyoung hugged you tightly and said, “Hmm.. Okay. Agreed! I gotta thank Jaebeom for encouraging you. You’re worth the wait, baby. I love you.” Both of you stayed there for a while. Jinyoung feels nothing but contentment and happiness.

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jjpmoans · 6 years ago

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Hmmm #9 + jinyoung i feel like he’s gonna be frustrated as hell

9. “You know that thing your phone does…when it vibrates? It means I’m calling you."

Character : Jinyoung x OC

Word counts : 573 words

I know I can see him being frustrated as hell too hahahahahaha. I hope you like this! Sorry again I replied late! My brother...he just want me to follow him everywhere and lord. I don't have time to finish the requests! Sorry again!

Enjoy!

|Prompts|

The door bangs loudly, almost losing it's bracket. You stop your Netflix binge, confused of why someone would pound on your door at-- you glance the clock on your wall, eyes widen at the own your stupidity.

Of course he would be pounding on your door.

Fliching at the never ending sound of door banging, you unlock it quickly, meeting the furious and irritated man face to face.

"Uhm.."

"What?" He replies harshly. His eyes are red and his breath is extremely heavy, like he just ran here. Well you won't blame him. You deserve this harsh reply. After all you promised to go out for late supper at 10pm but it is already 12am. You have no wonder how he still stand you.

"I can explain?" You laugh nervously. Angry and irritated Jinyoung is absolutely one of his mood that you wanted to avoid. But it cannot be helped if you're the one who cause him in such a mood.

"God. You are soo irritating!" He throws his hand, inviting himself in and sit on the high stool at the dining table. He is still in his work attire, dress shirt and office slack.

He probably drove here after he finished his work.

"Give me your phone." Confused but you still comply, giving you phone not without peeking at it first.

20 miscalls, 7 unread messages, 30 unread Whatsapp.

Wow.

"Should I just buy a new phone for you?" Jinyoung ask without any hint of joking. Why would he?

Your phone works perfectly fine. "I don't know, maybe because I've called you like 20 times and you still don't pick up? Your phone must be useless."

Yeap, there he goes. He is irritated and he won't stop giving you side comments until he's satisfied.

"No, my phone is perfectly fine. I put it in silent mode."

His eyes narrow while he inspect your phone, unlocking your passcode with his birthday and tap here and there.

"Oh. Silent mode." He says mockingly. "Oh look, vibrates when call."

You curl your toes at his mockery. Jinyoung is very cynical when he mocks and his word hits deep like a dagger.

“You know that thing your phone does…when it vibrates?" He look up from your phone, eyebrows lifted. "It means I’m calling you."

You sigh, this is going nowhere.

"Jinyoung-"

"You know how worried I was?" He snaps. "I was so afraid something happened to you!"

"You didn't answer any of my call for the past two hours!" He cries in frustration. "I don't know how you were doing? Were you sleeping? Or were you kidnapped?"

You reach over for his hand and put your hand on his chest, calming him down. "God I'm so mad when you didn't pick up your phone. I drove here at 140km/h you know?"

"Please please please." He begs in your embrace. "Answer me when I call. I was so so scared."

Jinyoung, as harsh as he looks, is very sensitive when it comes to his dear ones. You press a kiss to his lips, an attempt to cool him down.

"I'm sorry. I won't do that again."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He stare at you for a while, searching for any lies. When he found none, he exhales out of relief and quickly tighten his hold on you.

"Good. Now let's go. I'm starving." He picks you up and strides to the door with you laughing in his arms.

Prompts are HERE!

Drabble Game is CLOSED. Thank you.

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itsallabigmess · 6 years ago

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Solace - drabble #04 (ending)

A/N: This is it, guys. The final part. I usually don’t get this attached to the stories I write. I guess I put so much of myself in this one, it was just hard to let go. But I finally got a conclusion that I’m happy with. I really hope you guys enjoy it. I would love to hear - read - your thoughts on it.

Thank you very much to everyone who joined me in this journey (and a special thanks to the anon who requested the story that came to be the original Solace scenario.)

Trying not to walk too fast, you left the building feeling like your heart was about to explode. You should have called Jinyoung, as he made you promise you would do. There was already a message from him on your phone, asking how everything went. But that was something you wanted to tell him in person.

There was more than enough time to make yourself calm again before meeting your boyfriend at the boxing studio. So, you went home, took a long shower, ate something, and tried to take a nap, since the previous night was spent overthinking about how you wanted, needed things to go right.

A light touch on your arm brought you back from your sleep. You lazily turned your body in bed to see your boyfriend sitting by your side, his lips curved in a soft smile.

“Why are you home?” you asked, stretching your body. “What time is it?”

“Almost eight,” Jinyoung chuckled at your expression “You weren’t at the gym and didn’t answer your phone. I got a bit worried.”

“Sorry, I overslept,” you lifted your body, dropping a kiss on his lips, your eyes still feeling heavy.

“So… How was it?”

You took a deep breath, releasing it with a long sigh, shoulders moving up and down. Jinyoung was starting to look concerned and you couldn’t help yourself, letting a little giggle escape. “I got the job.”

“You did?! Of course you did!” Jinyoung pulled you in a hug, dropping more than just a few kisses on your neck and shoulders, giving you goosebumps. “We should celebrate,” he said, pulling apart and getting out of bed. “I’m gonna take a quick shower and take you to dinner.”

Jinyoung gave you another kiss before hitting the shower, leaving you chuckling in bed. You wondered if you should follow him. To the shower. The kisses he gave you still felt warm against your skin. And you wanted more. Much more.

You still haven’t had sex. Jinyoung never tried to go further after the night you asked him to stop, even after you asked him to not be afraid of touching you. That much he gave you. Endless kisses, bodies close to each other, his hands traveling up and down your body. But never let his touch be too intimate. Never in a way where it would pass the point of coming back.

It’s been months and, what once was enough, now was starting to become unbearable. You wanted Jinyoung with your entire body, silently wishing he would just take you for once. But that was not how your relationship worked. And Jinyoung wouldn’t do anything unless you made clear to him that it was something you really wanted.

Yet, you never found yourself able to do it. Ask for sex. It was so silly, it made you laugh. You two have been dating for what felt so long now. Shared so many emotions already. Why this one last thing seemed so hard to do, even when your body craved for it so much?

You were so lost in thought, laying in bed again after changing your clothes, you only noticed Jinyoung was back in the room when he started crawling over your body, his mouth exploring the way from your collarbone to your neck, the tip tongue tasting your skin.

And then, a soft moan slip through your lips and Jinyoung lift his body, giving a small kiss on your cheek before getting out of bed.

Jinyoung was a teaser. And as you left the apartment, you wondered if it was his way of letting you know he was craving you too.

First week at work was busy as expected. You were hired as an assistant in a big firm and that meant you needed to know about everyone and everything as fast as you could so you wouldn’t stand in anybody’s way.

Compared to the last place you worked, this job was heaven. People were actually nice to you, helping you in every way they could, trying to get to know you. The other assistants even invited you for happy hour at the end of the week. Something you soon learn was a habit of them every Friday.

Jinyoung insisted you started to hang out with them, knowing very well it would be nice to you to be close to other people. You still didn’t have any friends other than your boyfriend. And as Jinyoung kindly and sometimes teasingly reminded you, his mother couldn’t be considered your friend, no matter how much you liked each other. Jinyoung hanged out with his coworkers every now and then, and so should you.

So, as the weeks went by you started to accept the invitations. Losing the old habit of pretending you enjoyed small talk was easier than expected. And once you did, it was nice to feel you could connect again with other people. Enjoy a few drinks, laugh of the stories heard. It brought back a part of your old self that you weren’t fully aware that you missed. Or that could ever exist again.

And as for Jinyoung… Seeing how insecure you could still be sometimes, he constantly reminded you it was okay to spend less time together. As long as you were nestled in his arms when the night came.

One of the girls you worked with asked you to go shopping with her after the shift was over. And needing to buy some things for yourself, you quickly said yes.

You were waiting for her to try a few dresses she picked up when your phone buzzed. Jinyoung was going to be home earlier that night. And as soon as you read the words, the need for being in bed with him started to take over your body.

He was already there when you arrived, wearing a white shirt and pajama pants, using his glasses to read some book. You leaned close to give him a kiss, making sure he wouldn’t notice you were taking one of the bags you brought to the bathroom.

Maybe tonight, since the words were hard to fall from your mouth, you could finally show to your boyfriend how much more you needed him.

Jinyoung’s eyes were still focused on the book in his hands when you came back, you having to take it from his hands so he could look at you. His eyes stopped at your bared legs, moving up slowly to the black satin nightgown you have bought just an hour before, until it finally met your face, lips dimly parted.

“This one is new,” he said in a low tone, looking at your body again before gazing into your eyes. “You look beautiful.”

You smiled, moving to sit on his lap, your legs at each side of his body, hands resting on his chest. Jinyoung’s heart was beating fast. Maybe just as fast as yours.

He lifted his body from the headboard, his arms enveloping your middle, hungry lips meeting yours. The type of kiss he only gave you once before. The type of kiss that took your breath away after only a few seconds.

“You can take it off if you want to,” he parted the kiss, his hands holding your wrists softly. Only then you noticed how tightly you were holding the hem of his shirt. He gave you an encouraging nod when you searched for his eyes.

Jinyoung took off his glasses and helped you remove his shirt, throwing it on the ground. Did he always look like that? you wondered, biting your lower lip, your hands gliding from his shoulders to chest until you finally reached his abdomen, Jinyoung leaning his back against the headboard so you could have a better view of him. Was he always this strong?

His hands were resting on your thighs, fingers caressing your warm skin as he watched you slowly explore his body, silently wishing he could do the same. Jinyoung didn’t have to wait long, though, smirking at you when you lifted your arms in the air, all your jitters going away with your nightgown.

“Aren’t you going to touch me?” you asked, feeling your face burn while Jinyoung gazed at your body.

Jinyoung cupped your face and kissed you first, pulling you close by your middle a few seconds later, your bare chests touching as your lips moved together fervently before he rolled your body in bed. There was no rush now, Jinyoung thought. He wanted to touch, kiss all of you, explore every part that was still unknown to him. And he had all the time in the world to do so.

When you started dating, Jinyoung let you know you would be the one setting the pace for your relationship. But now, he was showing that, when it came to sex, that responsibility was his. Which was fine by you. You never knew your body could react to someone’s touch the way it was reacting to his. The only other man you had in your life was you ex-fiancé. After meeting Jinyoung, everything about him seemed so mechanic. So programmed. It puzzled you how everything felt different, tasted different with him. Love itself didn’t make any sense if it was not with him.

“Shit,” Jinyoung hissed, dropping his head on your chest.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, your fingers running through his hair.

He lifted his head, looking awkwardly embarrassed “I don’t have any condoms…”

“How?” you asked, trying not to chuckle.

“Honey, you know I didn’t date anyone before you for a long time,” Jinyoung said, his face somehow looking even redder. “And I thought we would talk about it before… doing it?”

“Really? With all the kissing and touching that had been going on?”

“You told me not to be afraid to touch you,” he said in a low voice, resting the side of his face on your palm before dropping his head again on your chest.

How he could be so adorable even now?

You pulled his face up, lifting your body slowly so your lips could me. “That’s okay, honey. I was prepared in case that happened,” you ruffled his hair again when he tilted his head, frowning at you. “I’ve been taking the pill,” you explained, your voice coming out in a lower tone as if it was something to feel shy about.

“Since when?”

“Since I started spending the night here. I knew it would happen… eventually… So, I just wanted to be ready…for when I was ready.”

Jinyoung smiled, moving up to kiss you again in the sweetest way possible. “You sure you want to do this?” he asked in a whisper, a hand cupping your face.

“I want you. All of you.”

Not many words were said after that.

You woke up to Jinyoung kissing your back, a happy hum coming out of your mouth as you turned your body. His mouth founding yours in a heartbeat but soon getting lost on your curves again.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked in between kisses.

“Marvelously well,” you arched your body as Jinyoung started to bite your inner thigh “Aren’t you tired?”

“Of touching you? Never,” he licked and sucked the sensitive skin, your entire body quivering as he moved closer to where your arousal grew. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Never.”

The new form of intimacy that came with having sex changed things. Jinyoung was never afraid of showing that he loved you. But you never knew how much he was holding back. Even with small things. Like wearing only shorts when you two were home. The most you ever saw from Jinyoung’s body before was when he used sleeveless shirts at the gym. And when it came to sex itself, you learned that the bedroom was not the only place where he could show his passionate side.

But the bed was where you spent most of your time adoring each other.

A holiday came and you finally were able to pay the visit to your mother-in-law, as you had promised. It was less nerve-wracking meeting Jinyoung’s father and the rest of his family than it was to meet his mother for the first time. They all gathered together for lunch and the afternoon was spent with a lot of laughter. And of course, more embarrassing stories about your boyfriend’s childhood.

There was a photo of you two, one that Jinyoung had sent his mother, amid the frames on Mrs. Park living room. She was serious when she said you were part of the family.

You stayed for a day longer, Jinyoung wanting to show you his hometown. “We need to come here during the Cherry Blossom Festival,” he told you as you walked hand in hand through the park “My mother always brought me to see the parades and street performers when I was young. We can sit near the lake for a picnic. And see the lights they put up at night. Somehow the flowers look even prettier then.”

“My boyfriend, ever so romantic,” you turned to give him a chaste kiss.

Jinyoung bought some ice cream and you sat in a bench to quietly enjoy the view. There was something Jinyoung wanted to ask you. He had the thought in mind since he was you standing at his mother living room, carefully observing all the photos she had up. He was just afraid it would ruin the moment. You seemed so happy to be there. To be with them.

“What is it?” you asked, noticing the frown on Jinyoung’s face.

“My family really liked you,” he said.

“I really like your family. Is that a bad thing?”

“No!” he rushed to say, placing a hand on your thigh “It’s just… I was thinking… Do you miss your family? Have you considered trying to reach them?”

You thought for a minute, the idea of talking to them again never crossed your mind before. “I guess my relationship with them was never that good,” you shrugged. “The lunch we had yesterday with your parents, your uncles... My family was never like that. My father was always so strict, so attached to traditions,” you looked at Jinyoung, shrugging again. “I guess they stopped being my family when they chose my ex before me. Just took me some time to realize that.”

Jinyoung moved a bit closer to you, passing his arm around your shoulder, leaning to kiss your forehead.

“Is it something that bothers you?” you asked, “Not being able to meet them.”

“No. I know how much pain they caused you. But I wanted you to know that if you ever feel like going back home, I’ll be by your side.”

You smiled, turning your body to him, a hand holding his face. “Jinyoung, I am home. You are my family now.”

Jinyoung smiled broadly, wrinkles forming in his face before he leaned for another kiss, before resting your head against his, watching the view ahead of you.

The festival would be held in a few months. Maybe it would be the perfect time, Jinyoung thought. To give you the ring he bought only a few days after you started dating.

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