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tangylemonade · 1 year ago

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Butterflies

𝙹𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚡 𝚐𝚗 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

⚠︎︎: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜 (𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, & 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐 (𝙸'�� 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢).

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 4𝚔

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎! 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 & 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜. ♥

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 & 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍!

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

“Oh my god! Jinyoung!? Don’t scare me like that!”

His hands still rested on your chair that he pulled whilst your back was turned, his new favorite way to greet you when he visited your studio.

You took your headphones off and put your hand over your beating heart to steady it while Jinyoung laughed at your expression. You swiveled your chair, rolling away from him and back to your computer but he stopped you mid motion and turned you back to him. You folded your arms and looked away.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry.”

“You said you were sorry last time, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the…”

“Okay I get it.” He said now kneeling in front of you while he rubbed his hands together in a dramatic begging motion. The teasing smile that still played on his lips was enough to warrant a pulling of his ear.

“Ow ow, I said I was sorry.” He said removing your hand from his ear and holding it.

“Whatever.”

You said shaking away his hand and the sudden butterflies that started waking up in your stomach.

‘There will be none of that!’ you scold yourself internally.

This has been happening more and more recently. Jinyoung was coming over to your studio to check on a song you’d been making or just to hang out. You were used to him being around so you couldn’t understand why suddenly small things like him holding your hand made your heart do liittle flips.

He placed one of those healthy energy drinks that he already opened for you on your desk before sitting down on the couch and opening his own drink.

“Geez, do I look that tired?” You joked before taking a swig.

When he didn’t respond you turned and looked at him only to catch his eyes just before he looked away.

Was he staring? Nah.

You turned back to your screen with a pink flush now blossoming in your cheeks, again, and clearing your throat.

“So last night I was tweaking the song we were working on last week but I don’t know I feel like it’s missing something.” You said before playing the song you’d been working on like a maniac all night.

You watched him intently while he listened, biting the inside of your cheek in anticipation.

When the song finished Jinyoung got up without saying anything and walked over to your setup. He leaned over you, arm brushing against you as he grabbed the mouse. He was so close now you could smell the cologne you bought him for his birthday.

He told you that he always wore it so he would be needing a new one soon.

Your heart betrayed you once again, speeding up in your chest. Your eyes couldn’t help taking in his perfect features before settling on his plump lips. You swallowed.

Jinyoung looked down at you with his brows furrowed.

“Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed.”

Before you could respond he had put his hand against your forehead before putting the other against his own.

“You definitely feel a little warm.” He said looking back at you.

You moved his hand away and stood up.

“I feel fine, it’s just a little warm in here.” You said slightly backing away from him.

He raised his eyebrow as his eyes flickered to the sweater you were bundled up in and the blanket that had fallen from your lap when you had suddenly gotten up.

It was far from warm in here.

“Anyway, what were you doing?” You said changing the topic not so smoothly.

“Oh right! So I was just mapping out some parts where I felt like it could use softer vocals mixed throughout. I think that would really pull the whole sound together.”

“I see… okay head into the studio and we can try it out.” You liked the idea for multiple reasons. One being that he might actually be right and the other being your need for him to no longer be so close to you.

“Wait. I was thinking you could do it.”

“What!? Me? But I don’t sing.” You said looking at him confused.

“But your voice is really pretty and I think this would really suit you.” He said matter of factly.

And que the blush.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Trust me. Your voice is exactly what this song's melody is missing.”

The next thing you knew you were the one in the studio and he was sitting in your chair. At first you were nervous and your voice was shaky but as he talked to you and coached you along you warmed up.

“Okay, come out and listen!” Jinyoung said excitedly.

You hurried out and he replayed the song for you. This time instead of just his honey voice filling the room you also heard yours mixed in there too. He smiled at you when it was done.

“See? It’s perfect like this!” He said, smiling up at you.

“But I hate the sound of my voice. And besides, it’s still missing something.” you said, shaking your head. Even though it did sonically sound much better you couldn’t help but cringe at the sound of your voice.

“I love the way your voice sounds.” He replied, playing the song again with a smile on his face.

“Okay.” You said as you tried to fight the hundredth heart flip today. “Now get out of my chair.”

Instead of moving he just patted his lap with a trouble making smile. You froze, simply staring at him.

“Sorry.” He said with an awkward chuckle. “Stupid joke.” You could swear he looked a little flustered but you couldn’t tell. Without another thought and probably moving quicker than natural you found yourself accepting his invitation. You sat down exactly we’re he patted and instantly got back to work.

Jinyoung's hands sort of just hovered while he tried to process the moment. He didn’t expect you to actually sit but now that he felt the warmth of your body against his he knew that if anyone moved it would be game over. Without even breathing he rested his arms on the arm rest. He wasn’t gonna be the one to forfeit this silly little game you two were playing, and had been playing for a while now.

On second thought maybe only he knew about it because you didn’t seem phased at all. He attempted to take a breath but instantly regretted it when your scent filled his nose. You smelled just as sweet as you always did but right now he wished you didn’t.

Have you always been this gorgeous? He asked himself one day while he was sitting in your studio. He was simply watching you work as he always did when suddenly he couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering. Your soft hair you had pulled away from your beautiful face. Your pretty lips that you chewed on as you thought. The curve of your body. Stop! Don’t be a freaking creep. He wanted to keep exploring but he forced himself to look away.

And now that he was sitting here with your perfect ass pressed against him he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He swallowed and you shifted as you turned to face him. Shit!

“What? Am I heavy?” You asked with a tilt of your pretty little head while a smile tugged at the corner of your soft lips.

Jinyoung licked his lips nervously as your movement made you now pressed dangerously close to him.

You started to move again and he quickly put his hands on your waist, stopping your movement.

Your eyes looked at his moistened lips as you nervously swallowed. Jinyoung's hands felt warm against your body and now your stomach and heart were in a boxing match for the thousandth time today. You repositioned yourself so you could face him better, curious to know his next move.

His grip on your waist tightened.

“What’s our relationship these days?” You whispered.

Jinyoung's eyelids fluttered in shock.

“What do you mean?” Jinyoung whispered back.

“I can’t stop thinking about you… in a way a friend wouldn’t think about another friend.”

Jinyoung was silent. Your brain was everywhere and nowhere all at once. Your heart was pounding so loud you swore he could hear it.

“I shouldn’t have said that.” You said quickly and panic set in.

“Y/N…”

“Danm it, I’m such a fucking idiot!” You said exasperatingly. You moved to get up but you felt Jinyoung’s strong hand holding you in place.

“I’ve been thinking about you in a way a friend wouldn’t think about another friend as well.” Jinyoung said.

Now it was your turn to be shocked.

“Things like how your body would feel in my hands.” He continued. “Like how your lips would taste. Honestly I think that I think about kissing you a lot more than I should.”

His hand softly held your chin while his eyes traced your lips.

“…Do it then.” You said with a little frown on your face.

You were being driven crazy by the fact that you hadn’t been the only one who wanted to make out but somehow for months now you’d simply been wasting time.

He laughed at you but ultimately he felt the same.

His lips were as soft as they looked. And now they were hot against you and what’s more he tasted absolutely heavenly. His hands now rested on your neck, his thumb caressing your jaw as he deepened the kiss. Your chest pressed against his and you felt the pounding of his heart. Or was that your heart?

Jinyoung had to force himself to take a moment to breathe. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Was it possible that he was actually kissing you? He secretly pinched himself to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

“Owe!” You said suddenly.

You pulled back and looked at him with a frown.You looked absolutely delicious with your kissed pink lips and your flushed cheeks.

He couldn’t help but laugh. You hit him in the chest before rubbing the spot on your thigh that he pinched.

“I wanted to check if this was real or not.” Jinyoung finally said now that he was done laughing at your cuteness.

“Then pinch yourself doofus.” You said playfully, swatting at him.

He caught your hands.

“We’re so close right now I couldn’t tell.”

With those words Jinyoung was reminded of just how close you two were. Your hand rested on his thigh dangerously close to his crotch. Your heaved chest with every breath drawing his attention to your now unzipped sweater and your sweat glistened chest. He could tell you caught him staring but this time he didn’t look away.

Jinyoung watched you as you finished unzipping your sweater and revealing all that was underneath. You were absolutely mesmerizing. You let your sweater fall from your shoulders.

Kisses. You felt his breath all over your body along with his strong hands squeezing you as if it were life and death. His lips were all over yours and then your neck and then your nipples and then your shoulders and back to your lips. He was starved

You wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered breathlessly in his ear. “Let’s go to the couch”

Jinyoung instantly complied, standing up with you before walking over to your couch and gently laying you down.

Hovering above you, Jinyoung took in the sight before him. “How could you possibly be real?” He thought out loud only realizing the mistake when your face burned crimson.

He leaned in and softly kissed you again.

You felt his hardness pressed against your thigh as he leaned. It didn’t matter if this was a good idea or not because it was happening and you sure as hell weren’t gonna stop it.

The more you kissed pressed against each other in varying positions the harder it became to keep your underwear on. Giving up entirely you finished stripping. Oddly there was no discomfort in the moment. You thought that after all this time of minimum interaction laying beneath a man completely naked would make you feel beyond uncomfortable but you didn’t. His eyes flickered across every inch of you, taking you in like you were the most beautiful person in the world.

“Your turn.” You said breaking the silence.

Without a word Jinyoung followed suit.

The eye contact was intense’ neither of you having any desire to look away. The atmosphere felt deliciously tense so obviously the clown in you instantly resorted to making a joke.

“I did not see today going this way.” You joked. “I would’ve worn my sexy underwear.”

“You’re not wearing anything now so it doesn’t really matter.” He said before using the silence as a chance to gaze at your body again.

“Good point. So… we fucken or what? I’m getting cold.”

Once again Jinyoung’s beautiful laugh filled the room and vibrated against your body.

“No one can ever say you’re not a romantic. Geez we’re having a moment.”

“Sorry. I think I’m just stupid horny right now.”

“Well, can’t say I didn’t try.” He said before sitting up on the couch, pulling you on top of him.

You naturally straddled his lap, kisses peppering your skin the moment you were seated.

“Condom.” He mumbled in between kisses.

With a groan you pulled, breaking the bliss and got up to grab the box you always kept at your studio. You know what they say, better safe than unquenchably horny.

Jinyoung's eyes tracked you the whole way through with an odd expression that only relaxed when he noticed the box was still sealed.

If he was being honest then he would’ve just said that the thought of another man being with you drove him insane. But instead of sounding like a psychopath by saying that he just laughed and said “Good thing you’re always prepared.

“Would you believe me if I told you I bought these for you.”

His laugh was replaced with rapid blinking as he stared at you in slightly confused shock. If what he thought you were saying was what you were saying he wouldn’t be able to contain himself.

“Don’t get too excited.” You said when you finally made your way back over to him. “You’re just the only person I thought I would have sex with in my studio.

He took the box from you and looked at it.

“Should a be concerned that you know my size?” He said with an eyebrow raise.

You put your hand up in defense.”I swear it was just a guess. Wait…that’s not really helping my case.”

“Soooo, what you’re saying is not only did you spend time thinking about what size my dick is, you also went out and bought a pack of condoms for the purpose of having sex with me even though our relationship was platonic.” He said, shaking his head in false disapproval.

He couldn’t help teasing you as he took a condom out of the box.

You smiled, completely unfazed by his words, as you playfully snatched the condom from him and tossed the box to the side.

“How much of a pervert am I if I say I also fantasized about doing this?” You questioned as you slowly brought the wrapper to your lips before using your teeth to open it.

Jinyoung watched you almost in a daze as you discarded the wrapper on the floor, the condom resting between your lips. With your free hand you reached over and began to stroke him.

A groan slipped from his lips. The feeling of your soft hands around him was overwhelming. A pearl of pre-cum formed at the tip and you bent over and seductively licked it off. This time he couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out.

You were starting to get impatient as your desire for him ticked higher. You sat back up and rolled the condom down his shaft before shifting onto his lap.

Jinyoungs kisses were instinctive, the moment your lips were near his were against them. His hands feverishly touched you everywhere they could reach.

“I need you inside of me now.” You moaned in between kisses. You were never good about waiting so you honestly couldn’t believe that you’ve made it this long without him inside of you.

You propped yourself on your knees, making sure you were holding eye contact while you wrapped your hand around him and guided him to your entrance. You took your time as he stretched you, the pain mixing into pleasure.

Jinyoung's breath quickened the moment he saw himself bottomed out inside of you. Afraid to hurt you he fought himself to stay still, letting you take the lead.

When you were ready you nodded to let him know he could move. He pushed against your insides deliciously and the noises that spilled from you were uncontrollable. You used his shoulders to steady yourself, your mind slipping from the pleasure.

The sounds of your breathy moans filled the room making Jinyoung’s head spin in delight. He was sensitive to your every movement . The way you fluttered around him. The way your hands wrapped increasingly tighter onto his neck and shoulders with every pulse that went through your body. The way you whispered his name mixed in with a mumble of curses that he was pretty sure you just made up. The way the sweat that glistens on your body under the purple computer light made you look absolutely otherworldly. He didn’t know how much more he could take so when you said you were getting close he could finally exhale. Mesmerized, he watched your face as your orgasm crashed through you. Beautiful couldn’t justifyingly describe you.

The feeling that boomed through your body was heavenly. Jinyoung followed soon after, his movement steadying as the aftershocks dwindled.

His strong arms held you close as if letting you go wasn’t even an option.

At some point you felt as if you were drifting to sleep so you shook the drowsiness away and forced yourself to get up. Jinyoung protested a little but he knew that you both had work to do.

You two cleaned up and put back on your clothes.

There was silence in the room that was only slightly awkward now that everything was set and done.

“Do you wanna finish the song?” You asked heading to sit in your chair.

“Yeah. What should I order for dinner?” He said picking up his phone and going to the delivery app.

“You pick. I don’t really- *gasp*.”

“What?” Jinyoung rushed towards you.”

“The mic in here was recording.”

You two looked at the sound waves of the recording that stretched across the monitor.

Clicking on the highest waves you hit play as curiosity got the best of you. Instant embarrassment washed over you as you listened to the sounds of your moans over the speakers.

“That’s so embarrassing.” You groaned and moved to delete the audio when Jinyoung stopped you.

“Wait. Don’t. I think we should use this.”

“Use it?” You said, raising your eyebrow.

“In the song.”

You still looked at you quizzically so he took your mouse and started working himself.

When he was done with layering the sounds on a small piece he hit play.

The song filled the studio and you winced in anticipation. Wait a minute you, that actually sounds really freaking good. The layering of your voices paired really well and the slightly altered moans in the backing really added more depth to the previous empty feeling beat.

“Shit. I like it.” You said, smiling up at him.

Jinyoung smiled back down at you, his dimples looking absolutely adorable as he did. Seeing his chance while your face was lifted towards him he quickly stole a kiss.

“We make a good team huh?” He said after, his face still tantalizingly close to yours sending butterflies back into your stomach.

“I guess we do.”

You stayed like that for a moment before a notification on his phone pulled you out of it.

“The food is here. I’ll go get it, be right back.

“Perfect, I’m starving.”

He lingered for one moment longer before leaving to grab the food.

You let out a breath you just realized you were holding and went back to finishing the song, a big happy grin covering your face.

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fanfic-wonderland · 2 years ago

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Lunch Break {Park Jinyoung}

(A/N): Here is yet another request. Enjoy!

Summary: Jinyoung is a teacher who loves to please parents, but his favorite person to please is still you.

Pairing: Fem!Reader, Teacher!Jinyoung (It's an open relationship I guess)

Word count: 1.6k

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You’re carefully holding onto your and Jinyoung’s lunch as you walk around the very long school halls. Although it might have a somewhat confusing structure for some people, you already know the way to his office by heart and you don’t have to do any double takes to verify where you’re going. You've been here way too many times, so much that you can name most of the teachers and locate their classrooms pretty easily.

You pass by a few familiar faces, some of them waving to you as a greeting and you wave back with a huge smile on your face. You like the people here, they've always been so nice and welcoming, all because you’re Jinyoung’s girlfriend. They absolutely adore him. Everyone does; the teachers, the students, the parents, the principal… he was pretty much born to work here.

You stand in front of his door, his name etched onto the wood in light brown letters. Before you can open it, someone else comes out of the classroom and beats you to it. It’s a man, tall and very handsome, looking to be around his mid-thirties. He’s dressed in elegant business clothing; he probably had to get out of work in order to come here. Despite the serious aura he enhances, he has a dazed look and the biggest smile on his face. He’s so lost in his own mind that he doesn’t even notice you when you walk past him, and you have an idea of what just happened.

You shake your head as you slide through the closing door, finding your boyfriend stretching his arms, his toned back welcoming you. He’s wearing a black button-up shirt with a nice tie and some grey dress pants, and your eyes linger a bit too long on his behind. “What did you do to that man?” you question with a chuckle.

Jinyoung does not seem startled as he finally turns to face you. In fact, he looks so relaxed that one would think he’s high. “Why do you ask?”

“He looked like he just got the best blow job of his life.”

“Well, maybe he did.” He proudly confirms your suspicions and then smirks down at you. “Jealous?”

“Of him?” you quirk a brow as he walks towards you and his arms slowly sneak around your waist, the warmth of his body engulfing you as he pulls you close. “Hmm… a little bit. Maybe.”

“Maybe?” he chortles.

“Mhm,” you murmur before he pulls you in for a quick kiss.

Yes, your boyfriend also happens to have a little “side job”, if you can call it that, and it may or may not require doing certain… favors for the students’ parents. He’s been doing it since way before you guys started dating and even though he was willing to stop for you, you assured him that you didn’t mind, “just as long as you save the best favors for me.”. He was more than happy to oblige to that.

“I brought you lunch.” You raise the large bag up to his eye level.

Jinyoung’s smile grows wider. “Burgers?”

“Loaded.”

“I love you so much.” He says as you hand him the food. “God, I’m starving.”

“I bet,” You tease. Then you reach into your purse. “I also brought you this.”

Jinyoung chuckles as he takes the black squishmallow in the form of a cute little bat from your hand, eyeing it carefully. “Not that I don’t like it, but why?”

You shrug. “It just reminded me of you.”

He looks puzzled for a moment. “I remind you of a bat?”

“Well, I thought it was cute!” You laugh. “And I happen to find you cute as well, so…”

“Do you, now?” Jinyoung places the bag and the squishmallow aside on his desk, right next to a framed picture of the both of you on a Christmas holiday.

“Sometimes.” You say with another innocent shrug.

Jinyoung pretends to look offended. “Now you’re just being bratty.”

He wraps his arms around you again and you giggle. “Does it bother you?”

“Not at all.”

His lips part yours in the most seductive way and you respond quickly, your hands roaming around his chest before pulling on his tie. He deepens the kiss once you do and his grip tightens, which just lets you know that there’s no way out of this now. It makes you forget what you’re really here for, for a moment; you almost forget that you’re in his classroom and that anyone can walk in at any moment. “Jinyoung,” You murmur against his lips. When he hums a response you say, “The door is still unlocked.”

Jinyoung leans back in, pressing his lips against your jaw. “So?”

You slap his chest, hard enough to get a surprised chuckle out of him. He is too turned on to tease you any further at this point so he goes to lock the door, and once he’s done he suddenly grabs you by the back of your thighs and lifts you up. You let out a shriek while your legs wrap around him, his lips connecting to yours one more time. His tongue wanders all over your mouth as if this is the first time he’s kissing you, and it leaves your head spinning. You can just tell that despite him just being with someone else a few minutes ago, he is in desperate need of you. Because at the end of the day, you’re the most important person in his life. The person he loves to please the most.

He sits you down on the edge of his desk and you push his stuff away without looking. You help him unbuckle his pants before his hands go under your skirt to remove your panties. There’s a reason why you wore that outfit in particular, and this is exactly it.

Usually, Jinyoung takes his time with you, but your skin is so soft and your scent is so intoxicating and he hasn’t seen you in almost a whole day that It’s nearly impossible for him to be so patient. You don’t mind it; you’re just as needy as him, if not a bit more, especially when he looks so good in his teacher outfit. And he obviously knows the effect that he has on you; It’s clearly evident by the way that he’s smirking down at you, rubbing his member against your folds teasingly until his urges finally give in and he fully goes in.

He starts at a slow pace, giving you time to adjust to his size, and when he’s sure that it feels good for you, his thrusts grow faster. You hold onto him for dear life, your fingers digging into his skin when they sneak underneath his shirt. You’re moaning despite your efforts of staying quiet. They get a bit too loud but you don’t even realize it. Jinyoung muffles them with a hand on your mouth before you go out of control. “Baby, I absolutely love it when you moan like this for me but right now I need you to keep quiet, or else you’ll get me fired.”

He’s not angry. Far from it. In fact, he seems quite amused and like he’s enjoying the way you’re quickly losing yourself to him. You nod at his words, but you can’t promise much. He just feels so amazingly good that It’s hard to keep quiet. You almost find yourself not caring that people can hear you anymore, if it wasn’t for what he had said. He’s right, and you would hate to be the reason why he lost a job that he loves.

With each thrust, he manages to hit all the right spots perfectly and you are unsure how much longer you can keep quiet, though. You also begin to wonder if he’s actually doing this just to mess with you. The way he’s smirking down at you sure makes it look like he is. You want to punch him in the face but at the same time, you don’t want him to stop.

Your release is strong and glorious, but you did not expect any less. Jinyoung knows you like the palm of his hand by now; he knows what makes you feel good, what makes your whole body shiver, and what makes you scream out in pleasure. It’s not only because he has plenty of experience already, but also because he loves taking his time getting to know all of you. Even when he thinks he knows everything, he always discovers something new about you every single time, even if It’s just the slightest of things. It can be from the way your expressions shift with his every touch to how your skin tingles when he reaches a certain spot with his tongue. He just loves seeing a new side of you every time he fucks you and this time it is no different. His hand is still covering your mouth, your eyes rolling back as you come out of your high. To him, It’s the most beautiful sight.

You’re both breathing heavily together, his forehead pressed to yours as he pecks your nose. You miss his warmth as soon as he pulls away, watching him closely as he zips his pants back up. He scans the room for a moment before his eyes finally spot the panties he blindly tossed across the room earlier, handing them to you with a grin. You roll your eyes before snatching them from him, hopping out from the desk, and sliding them back on. Once you’re both back to normal, Jinyoung grabs you by the waist and gives you yet another, much quicker kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You smile widely because you can’t help it.

Jinyoung then snaps his fingers and points at you with a casual smile. “So, anyway… burgers?”

You point back to him. “Sounds like a plan.”

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sweetestofchaos · 4 months ago

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Got7's Scenario of...Tying Your Shoe

While waiting for the other members to find him, he notices that a pregnant woman is struggling to tie her shoe.

w. SFW, nothing but cute fluff.

p. Got7 x Pregnant!Reader

a/n: damn! it's been a while huh? i have missed writing for my guys and i thought it was time to show some love. i hope you enjoy this first installment of got7's social experiment.

🍼social experiment masterlist🍼

Mark - Mark is sitting outside, typing away on his phone to pass the time while he waits on his group mates to join him. While waiting he hears a loud sigh, soon followed by a grunt and when he looks up from his phone, Mark’s eyes widen. Standing a few feet away from him, you are struggling to tie your shoe. Your very pregnant belly makes it hard to grab yet alone tie your shoe strings.

Fearing that you might topple over head first, Mark stands up and rushes over. He kneels down, telling that he can tie your shoe and he will even double knot it, so that it doesn’t come undone again. He takes his time, making sure your shoe isn’t too loose or tight before he reties the other shoe to match. Standing to his full height, Mark smiles as you thank him and offers to buy you an uber to wherever you need to go.

“Hey, hold on. Can I help? Let me tie that for you, okay?”

Jaebeom - Outside, Jaebeom holds a camera to his face, trying to get the perfect shot of the storefront across the street. While trying to find the best angle he notices you coming out of the store. You have multiple bags in your hands and you throw your head back as you sigh loudly. Jaebeom watches as you move from in front of the store’s doorway and set your bags on the ground before you kick your right foot, bending at the knee to try and tie your shoe.

Forgetting about his picture, Jaebeom jogs across the street and clears his throat, speaking softly to not scare you. He offers to tie your shoe, stating that he would feel bad if he just watched you struggle. You agree to let him help and he quickly ties your shoes. Before he stands, he grabs hold of your bags and offers to carry them to your car.

“Excuse me? Sorry -” *smiles shyly* “I saw you from across the street and just wanted to help…”

Jinyoung - Jinyoung sees when you get off the bus and notices right away that your shoes are untied. You make it all of ten steps before you notice yourself that your laces are untied and look around for something to prop your foot up on. It’s a hassle to tie your shoes and you swore you double knotted them but you guess you didn’t.

Jinyoung comes over with a kind smile on his face and offers to tie your shoes for you. He knees down and rests your foot on his upper thigh, making sure you have a good balance before he double knots your shoe. He does the same to the other foot and pats your ankle gently before he stands and introduces himself. He offers his good wishes and asks if you would like to grab a drink before you head off.

He pays for your drink and bids you a farewell before he goes back to his spot, waiting for his members.

“Would you like some help? I don’t mind tying them for you.”

Jackson - This man spots you from the corner of his eye. He is mid conversation with one of his bodyguards and full on stops what he is saying. He looks around to see if there is a significant other around before he excuses himself from the conversation and walks over to you. Jackson introduces himself and offers his hand to shake before he asks if it would be okay for him to tie your shoes. He squats down in front of you and speaks softly, asking about your pregnancy and if you are healthy.

Somehow he convinces you to sit with him and his bodyguard offers you a bottle of water. You sit and chat with Jackson, telling him all about your pregnancy and by the time the other members, Jackson is excitedly telling them all about you and the baby.

“I think you’re doing an amazing job, you know? Let me tie your shoes, so you and baby don’t get hurt, okay? May I?”

Youngjae - Youngjae is sitting on the wall outside of where he is supposed to meet with the other member, minding his business. He is a little early and is just enjoying the nice weather. You plop down beside him with a huff and he notices that your shoes are untied. You offer him a quick smile when you notice him looking at you and inhale deeply to mentally prepare to tie your shoes.

Seeing your mental distress, Youngjae clears his throat and offers to tie your shoes. He assures you that he will double knot them so that they don’t come undone and will still be easy to take off once you are home. You smile and accept his help to which Youngjae grins and pulls your ankles into his lap. He makes quick work of tying your shoes and asks if you would like a drink because you seem to be a little out of breath.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Do you mind?”

Bambam - Bambam is giggling to himself about what Jackson said in the group chat when you pass by him. He doesn’t notice anything is wrong until he hears you curse loudly. Looking away from his phone, Bambam sees you looking at the ground with a frown on your face. He glances down and sees that one of your shoes is untied. As you start to bend, Bambam jumps to his feet and rushes over to you. He gently stops you, holding onto your shoulders and pushing you upward before he lowers himself to the ground, not caring about his fancy dress pants to tie your shoe.

He scolds you just as lightly once he is finished and reminds you to always double knot your shoes before you leave the house.

“Girl what is you doing? You could hurt yourself. Let me do it!”

Yugyeom - Having waited long enough, Yugyeom decides to grab a drink from the store across the street. While waiting for the light to change, you come to stand beside him. He glances at you from the corner of his eye since you are standing a little close and the first thing he sees is your round belly before he looks lower and notices that your shoelaces are untied. Yugyeom looks to see how long the light will change and he doesn’t have much time.

He apologizes for bothering you and states that your shoe is untied. You thank him and start to bend but he holds out his hands and offers to tie it for you. With your verbal consent, Yugyeom squats down in front of you and quickly double knots your shoe. He asks if it’s too tight and that he can fix it once you both get across the street.

“Hey, sorry, um…your shoe is untied a-and we’re about to have the light. Do you mind if I-I tie it for you?”

#got7 reactions #got7 scenarios #got7 fluff #got7 x reader #jackson wang #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #kim yugyeom #bambam #mark tuan #lim jaebeom #divider by cafekitsune #soc got7

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multiphandomunnies · 7 months ago

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got7

reactions

girlfriend hugging them in their sleep

deserted island au

high school au

gf is a demon

s.o is shy with skinship

s.o is self conscious

imagines

mark

jackson

thank you

bf! jackson

trying again

single dad au

jaebum

it’s not too late

get over here

not now (*M*)

carnation

bf! jaebum

christmas special

i want to do these things with you

jinyoung

youngjae

bambam

christmas special

yugyeom

bf! yugyeom

let’s go out

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kpopimaginings · 1 year ago

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"It's not worth it" - Jinyoung

You knew this would happen. You and Jinyoung had recently announced your relationship to the GOT7 boys. Part of the reason you had kept it quiet early on was because you knew there would be teasing. You could have also predicted that BamBam and Jackson were going to be the main perpetrators.

You were out for a group dinner for the first time since they found out and the teasing started immediately. You honestly weren't too bothered by it, but you noticed Jinyoung's clenched jaw as he glared at the members who were talking. You took his hand under the table and gave it a little squeeze, trying to silently tell him to let it go.

Once the food came out, things quietened down for a moment.

"Don't let them get to you," you whispered to Jinyoung.

He just nodded in acknowledgment, but you knew he hadn't really taken your comment to heart.

As you finished eating, you took Jinyoung's hand again and shot him a little smile.

"Ah, look at you two all loved up," BamBam started again.

"Cut back on the PDA though," Jackson added.

You rolled your eyes at the comment, but once again Jinyoung couldn't let it slide.

"We looked at each other. How is that PDA?"

"Relax, Jinyoung-ie," Jackson told him, before turning to you. "Are you sure about him? He's a bit uptight!"

You bit your lip to keep yourself from chuckling and further annoying your boyfriend.

Then, you jumped slightly as Jinyoung brought his hand down on the table.

"Jinyoung!" you scolded.

"What was the one thing I asked of you, Jackson?" he snapped, ignoring your interjection.

Jackson stared blankly at Jinyoung.

"All I said was don't tease Y/n," he continued. "You can wind me up all you like but when she's around, you knock it off."

"But she's our friend too," Jackson pointed out.

"Yeah, she's used to us, she knows what we're like," BamBam added.

You were about to agree with them, when Jinyoung spoke again.

"I'm crazy about Y/n, ok? The last thing I want is you idiots scaring her off."

"Jinyoung-ie, that's so sweet," you said, your voice now softer, "And I'm very pleased you want me to stick around, but the boys are right, I've known them for long enough that I expected this. A little teasing among friends isn't going to make me leave."

"Ok, but-"

"No, it's not worth it. I want to be with you, and Jackson and BamBam being littles shits isn't going to change that."

Jinyoung couldn't help but smile and chuckle as the troublemakers complained at your choice of words. Smiling back, you leant in and pecked a soft kiss to his lips.

It surprised you somewhat when the resulting 'Ew' came from Yugyeom.

"Don't you start," you told him with a smile, before resting your head on Jinyoung's shoulder while you waited for desert.

NAVIGATION | GOT7 MASTERLIST

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mykoreanlove · 1 year ago

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Things that made him run to you

[part 1]

[part 2]

“Jinyoung, for fuck’s sake, can you concentrate please?”

No, he couldn’t. Ever since he saw you a couple nights ago, you were living in his head rent-free. He didn’t tell the others – didn’t want to – as he wanted to keep you private for now. Only his to enjoy.

He bumped into you at a local bar, after downing a couple of beers with his acquaintances. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you. You were still as beautiful as ever but something about you was different. Something about you changed and he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

You casually chatted for a while, hitting it off as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you. As you updated him on the recent events in your life he mustered you with hawk-eyes. You were radiant, almost beaming. Your pretty eyes sparkled like diamonds. You smiled whole-heartedly, the smile even reaching your eyes. You spoke your mind confidently, not caring about the opinions of others. He finally figured it out – your whole demeanor had changed. You were on another vibe, another energy that he was drawn to like a moth to the flame.

He stopped listening altogether and only thought about getting you back. He had to have you; he was desperate for you. Seeing you like that – confident, bossy, savage – was beyond attractive.

And you knew. You noticed his pupils dilating, him taking sharper breaths, his dark eyes being glued to your lips – you noticed and loved every second of it.

This man right here broke your heart when he abandoned you back then.

Or so you thought. It took you some time to see the truth of it all, but eventually you did and from that moment on you had nothing but appreciation for him. Because of Jinyoung you were able to be real with yourself. You took his words to heart and worked on yourself. You started loving yourself like you deserve to be loved. Did you imagine it was him in the beginning? Most definitely. But after a while you understood that you were good on your own. You made it into a project, you started loving yourself as a means to get him back but surprisingly you fell in love with yourself for real.

Now you looked into the mirror and loved what you saw. Now you felt happy and content, even if no man was around. Now, you felt like the baddest bitch on this planet. And other people? They thought so, too. They saw the changes in you, sensed the new energy you were embodying and acted accordingly.

Jinyoung wasn’t the only lover you bumped into. Old flames, new flames, they were all lining up the street to be with you. Oh, how your life had changed. Now, they all wanted to be with you. Courting you, spoiling you, making you their #1 priority. And for the first time in your life, you understood why.

“You seem different, y/n.” You looked up into his eyes, almost smitten by his enticing looks. You smiled at him, warmly, before taking his hands into yours.

“I feel different, Jinyoung. And you are the one I have to thank!” He couldn’t follow; his questioning eyes giving him away. “You wanna thank me? If anything, I thought you’d wanna punch me for breaking up with you.”

You laughed out loud, realizing how much you had missed him. “Well, I wanted to… in the beginning. But I realized that you were right. I was a total wreck back then. I relied on you to make me happy and loved and important and stuff but being your emotional slave was no way to live. So, I took your words to heart, and I started to work on myself.” You squeezed his hands, relieved to finally say that out loud. “Thank you, Jinyoung. Thank you for opening my eyes. That heartbreak changed me for the better and I can now say that I love myself. All of me – the good, the bad, the ugly. I made peace with myself, and I feel like I’m ready for love. True love!”

Jinyoung replayed that scene over and over. Back then he wished for this outcome, but he never would have anticipated it coming true. You had changed and he could tell. It irked him that every other man could also tell – they were eyeing you like prey.

He couldn’t blame them though. You were the sexiest woman in this bar, capturing every man’s attention without even trying. Why would you try though? You were so full of love and admiration for yourself, every other pair of eyes was simply a luxury. A preference, not a necessity. Now it was Jinyoung squeezing your hands: “Ready for love, huh? Should we give it another try then?”

“Everybody, let’s take a break. And Jinyoung, you better get your act together!” His manager was pissed, but he couldn’t care less.

He grabbed his phone hastily and sighed in dismay as he noticed that you hadn’t text him back. “Why won’t she answer?”, he mumbled silently. And then you did. He almost dropped his phone from excitement as he saw your name pop up. Heart beating faster he beamed with joy as you agreed to see him.

“I’m gonna make you mine again y/n, just wait and see.”

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stay-mon-army · 10 months ago

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5 Ways to Win a Prince

Word Count: 6,283 words (wtf the longest fic I've written so far)

Warning(s): pining, kissing, light touching, secret romance, fear of rejection/being separated by parental figures, creepy suitor/bad vibes from unnamed side character

Pairing: Prince!Park Jinyoung (GOT7) x Knight!gn!reader

Requested by: @crzy-devil (sorry this took so long!)

1- Sneak in to Visit

The sun began its slow descent, painting the distant horizon in fire and gold, as though the trees on the mountains had erupted with flames. You watched the colors shift and change as you rested your back against the rough rocks that make up the walls of the castle you’ve sworn to protect.

The metal armor adorning your body kept you warm from the chilling breeze that stirs the trees, making them dance alone within the field below you. The grounds of the castle roll gently downhill into a field and garden away from the balcony you currently rest under. You were always envious of his view, despite the fact you sneak in and are able to enjoy it yourself very often. Thinking of your secret path, you glance one last time at the horizon, deciding that the lowering sun had dimmed enough to allow you to steal away up the side of the wall.

You stand, double-checking that all of your armor and weapons are properly secured to your body before turning to face the wall. The bricks were firmly secured together, but certain bricks were not properly flush or were beginning to chip, giving you perfect foot and handholds to support your travels up its edge. Months of practice had made this climb easier and easier, so now it was no time at all before you were lifting yourself over the balcony railing, slipping down gently onto the marble outcropping that led to the glass doors into the Prince’s room.

Through the doors, you could see a fire gently crackling and flickering within the giant hearth that Jinyoung loved so much. Unsurprisingly, settled deep into one of the chairs encircling the fire, was your prince, his nose pressed into a book, his legs tucked up beneath him as though he could make himself small enough to actually enter the world in which he was engrossed. Just the sight of him brought a bright smile to your face, releasing the tensions of the day full of training and drilling for the protection of the kingdom. Nothing could make all of that pain and stress worth it as much as seeing the man before you.

Slowly, so as not to disturb him, you inch to the door, sliding open the glass doors, and slipping into the room to make your way closer to his gorgeous red and gold armchair that he so favored. Finally, when you placed your hand down on the arm of the chair as though you were making him aware of your presence, he turns his warm brown eyes up to meet your face, a gentle look of surprise parting his pink lips and flushing his detailed cheeks in a way that set your heart aflutter.

“Hello, my prince.” You whisper, leaning down to press a brushing kiss against one rose-tainted cheek. Jinyoung reaches up, fingers snagging behind your head to pull you down for a proper kiss, his lips grazing yours like snow drifting against the wind during the first snow, as though he was teasing you with his presence more than allowing either of you to enjoy it fully.

That was a change that had grown over time; in the beginning, you were both so afraid of not getting time together, not being able to be together, that you would waste no time, pressing together your lips and bodies as close as you could manage, sure you would run out of chances to hold each other that way. However, as time went on, you began to see the ways in which the small, subtle, simple touches and intimacies brought forth sweeter emotions than rushing through and feeling all at once. You were glad now to be able to spend moments like this; barely touching and yet feeling more than anyone else could make you feel, seeing everything the world had to offer and knowing you could take it whenever you wanted, but being secure enough to let it come to you.

You pull away from the man, who tilts his head up as though he’s chasing after you, before he settles back into his chair, lifting the book that he had rested on his lap. He reaches to a nearby table to grab a small bookmark, sliding it between two pages carefully, before setting the book down on the table.

You grab his hands, lifting him from his seat to spin the two of you around and pull him into your lap back into the cushioned chair. He chuckles at your actions, resting a hand against your collarbone as he shifts to find a comfortable position on your armored lap.

“I know these are for keeping you safe and all, but they really could have spent a little extra into making these more comfortable, couldn’t they?” He jokes, flicking the breastplate that separated your bodies from each other.

You laugh along, taking his hand and rubbing your thumb across his knuckles, raising them to press your lips against them as well.

“Well, once you’re king, you have all the power in the world to make that change to our uniform. For now, we must suffer in silence, lest we be found out and whisked apart.” You lean in to whisper the last sentence, letting your breath feather across his ear and neck, sending a shiver down his spine that has him pressing harder against your body.

“I would never let them keep me from you. Come hell or high water, I would never be separated from you – let them try.” This wasn’t the first time he had said similar sentiments, and it brought joy to you hearing it every time. You felt the same way, but to know that your prince would do anything to keep you together – your heart beats wildly at the thought.

You pull Jinyoung down closer to you, though you doubt it’s very possible to do that, and lean your face close to him, your nose brushing his intimately as you look down into his eyes.

“I share your sentiments, Prince. I promise to you, that my oath to you and your family is not only one as a soldier, as a knight, as a guard, but as a lover, as a human, as a simple servant under an idol. My devotion to you will never waver and I will not let anything but death pull me from your side. No matter what else I must give up, no matter who I may have to become or kill, I will be by your side, protecting you and yours, until Lady Death comes to bring me across to the otherworld.”

Jinyoung’s eyes shimmer with tears as he presses his forehead against yours, his hands coming to cup your cheeks.

“And I you, my love.” He whispers, finally press your lips together properly, pulling your bodies as close as possible. He holds you close and you let yourself sink into the sensation of holding the one you swear your life to, letting life carry you where it will.

2- Save Him from Unworthy Suitors

The worst part about being in love with the Prince was that he was destined to be put on dates with others constantly in the hopes of making relations with other kingdoms to keep the country safe from the neighboring lands. Most of the lands got along well enough, so there wasn’t a lot of fighting anyway, but Jinyoung’s parents were always trying to set up the next power couple of the continent.

Many times, you were sent out as a guard for the dates, if they were off castle grounds, which meant that you had to sit and watch while someone tried to woo Jinyoung, only to be met with polite refusal and friendship. Most of those who were on these dates felt the same way and had their own lovers back home in their kingdoms. They played along well as though they enjoyed the date, but it was only out of friendship and political acceptance.

However, on occasion, a date was set up between the young prince and someone who truly wished to catch his fancy. Most were amicable and, while often pushy and intense in trying to prove their worth to Jinyoung, were quick to accept Jinyoung’s refusal at the end of the date.

One day, however, there was a young male suitor who refused to take no for an answer. After one date had gone over without any hassle, Jinyoung had gone to his chambers that night with you and told you that he felt alright about the date, and that nothing would come of it, as per usual. Unfortunately for you both, the young man was infatuated with Jinyoung and had not accepted the refusal after only one shot. He had gone to the Queen after the date and explained in detail how he was sure another date would be enough to win over her son, and the Queen had quickly agreed, growing worried that Jinyoung would end up alone until he became King, which the Queen didn’t want to happen. The Queen wanted only for her son to be happy with a person to cherish him; unaware was she of the person warming her sons bed that very night.

Another date was scheduled and prepared for the two men, and for once, you were not scheduled to chaperon the excursion. That, however, was not going to stop you from riding along with them.

The men were scheduled to ride down a ways through the woods just outside of the castle, to a small lake area to have a picnic. Jinyoung told you about the trip, knowing there was no way he could stop you (not that he wanted to) and it would be easier to hide your spying if you didn’t have to track them too closely.

So on the morning of the day, you waiting until just after the other guards had followed after the prince and his suitor before slipping onto a horse of your own and tracing their path. You knew the way to the lake, as it was a common spot for you and the prince to also run off for little getaways together, making you all the more annoyed that the Queen had planned such a personal trip for the prince, despite his assertion that he had no interest in suitors.

Not long down the pathway through the rustling leaves, wandering along the sunlight dappled trail, you spot the edge of the clearing surrounding the lake, so you pull your horse off the path and hobble it to a tree. You sneak up to the edge of the treeline to look out onto the group setting up a picnic beside the water – blanket and food spread out in the attempt at fashion simply seeing cheesy to your untrained eye. You had spent years in the castle, but you didn’t understand the need to always seem to fancy and rich. It was something Jinyoung claimed to love about you; you didn’t let the glitz, glam, and politics of the castle change who you really were at your core.

You decided to rest yourself on a fallen log, knowing that you would likely be here for a while watching.

However, not long after the picnic had been set out and the food had been eaten, the man had waved off the guards, asking them for privacy between the two. The guards had looked at each other, unsure what to do, but eventually shrugged and wandered off into the treeline, barely missing your seated figure.

You watched closely, eyebrows furrowed at the odd behavior of the young man now reaching his hand out to place it against Jinyoung’s arm. You lean forward in your seat, feeling your body heat as you realize that Jinyoung is fidgeting, looking quite uncomfortable at the situation at hand. Nothing had happened yet, but you knew Jinyoung’s moods better than anyone, and could read the emotions on his face even from yards away. Jinyoung was not happy.

Thinking quickly on your feet, you sneaked back to your horse, untying it from the tree, leading it back onto the road. You slip into the saddle, quickly kicking the horse into a canter to round the final bend and reach the lake on which the men were sitting.

The men both startled, turning to face you as they hear you call out for the Prince, reining your horse in just in time to spray sand against the young man who finally pulls away from Jinyoung to wipe his shirt and face.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Your Highness, but I must request that you come with me at once. There is an urgent matter back at the castle that requires your immediate attention, and I was instructed to come collect you quickly without any delay. If I might entreat you to climb upon my horse, I can get us back to the castle quickly.” You reach a hand down, doing your best to keep your face straight and serious as Jinyoung looks up at you with bewilderment, which fades quickly into barely hidden amusement.

“Of course, my Champion.” He raises to his feet, moving to take your hand, when he’s grabbed by the man still seated directly behind him, looking at him with confusion and annoyance.

“Why don’t you wait, Your Highness? I will come back with you as soon as we collect the guards and our things.” The young suitor gives a harsh look at you over Jinyoungs shoulder, before tugging on Jinyoung’s arm.

Jinyoung tugs his arm away, a feigned smile resting upon his lips as he steps ever closer to your patiently waiting horse. “No, I’m afraid this sounds much too urgent to wait even an extra moment. I shall see you back within the castle.” He turns without a second of hesitation, taking your arm and using the momentum of your assistance to pull himself onto the horse behind you, as he has done a million times.

He wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your back as you canter back the way you came, heading for the castle as though your errand was real. About halfway back to the castle, Jinyoung whispers out a soft “thank you” that you can barely make out against the wind and you relax, letting a hand rest against his fists balled against your stomach.

“Any time, my love.”

3- Flex your Strengths

The only time that you find joy other than being beside Jinyoung is when you’re in the training field. The guards all spent at least a handful of hours a day working in the field, ensuring that they keep their skills sharp and their muscles hard. You worked as a guide to the youth whenever possible; young pupils hoping to be guards and warriors were always trying to prove themselves in the field, but they always need a mentor to help them learn the tricks of the blade.

On warm summer days when there is nothing exciting happening in the castle, you often toil away your hours with a new pupil, a practice sword, and a sparing partner. Today was no exception.

You wiped away a layer of sweat threatening to drip into your eyes and blind you, as you roll out your sword arm. You had just bested yet another guard in a sparing match – you weren’t the most skilled warrior, but you had enough knowledge and skill to make you one of the top guards, tasked with protecting the royal family.

A new challenger steps up to the ring, groups of young and experienced fighters watching excitedly as the new man makes a show of stretching and swinging his sword, as though he could intimidate you into backing down or losing. Instead of bothering to “worry” about his theatrics, you continue shaking and stretching out your body, glancing over the crowd as you do so. You stutter in your stance for only a second as you spot a familiar face a few paces back from the edge of the crowd, a guard you’ve met several times standing beside them with a hand on their sword.

Jinyoung had come to see you practice. He didn’t often do this – he was the anxious one in whatever this was, always afraid of being spotted and questioned by someone who has no business in his. However, you were completely the opposite, ready to speak up about your love the moment he opens himself up to the idea. But here he was, standing with his arms crossed, a beautiful blue top tucked into tight dark trousers, his hair lightly ruffled by the soft wind blowing through the training field. He smiles softly, ducking his head slightly, almost impossible to see, if you weren’t in tune with every small movement of his body.

You smiled back, quickly turning back to your opponent as you both get into a fighting stance, preparing to spar. Both of you were wearing the standard armor and carrying wooden practice swords, but you could tell simply from the way he held himself that your opponent thought he had already won, simply from looking at you.

Obviously a newbie, then.

Someone to the side of the ring calls out the beginning of the match and the two of you begin circling each other, watching the way the other moves.

Seemingly on a whim, the man lunges forward, striking out with his sword. You step back, dodging the attack and sliding to the side, trying to pull the man off balance. He simply backs up, eyeing you and smirking, like he knows something that you don’t. You doubt it, most men who give you that look simply think that you’re afraid and running. No, you’re only bidding your time, looking for your chance to strike.

You circle the man again, watching for that telltale flinch of muscles before he lunges that you noticed last time. Finally you see it, only a millisecond before the man lunches again, this time attempting to rain down strike after strike. Instead, you block and dodge to barrage of blows, twisting and sliding your blade along his, redirecting him away from you every time. You see the beginnings of anger rising in the man; his face twisting slowly into a snarl, his hands tightening around the wooden hilt of the practice sword, his arms trembling from withheld rage. As his anger wells to a final explosion of aggression, he pulled his sword back, feinting a withdrawal before swinging his sword as hard as he could, aiming for your head.

You see this coming, however, and step to the side calmly, raising your sword with both hands to slash it across the mans side, effectively landing a “killing blow” that has the man grasping his side, dropping his sword in the process. You place your blade against the back of his neck, pulling it across it to simulate effecting a definitely killing blow to ensure your “win” in the fight.

The man growls up at you, moving to stand but you have already stepped away, being swept up by the crowd, who pats you on the back, calling out praise to you.

Another guard approaches, handing you a small letter folded up. You open it, seeing a familiar script dancing across the page with only two words written on it.

Visit later.

You glanced up to look around for the man responsible for your short letter, but he had disappeared.

You smiled and tucked the letter into the chestplate of your armor, beside your heart.

Who were you to say no to his request?

4- Show your Love

When you got off of practice that day, you went down to the market to get a small bouquet of flowers. You got his favorite, pink dahlias, which you thought fit him very well. In your kingdom, dahlia’s represented kindness and grace, something that you felt perfectly encapsulated the prince. He was equal parts of princely charm and empathetic sweetness, caring about all that he comes into contact with.

You take the flowers with you up to his room, sneaking through the corridors of the castle, since climbing the wall would surely crush the sweet petals of the fragrant plant you hold close to your body.

Finally making it to the doorway to his chambers, you look both ways before quickly opening the door and ducking inside. Last thing you needed was some random royal to see you slipping into the prince’s room with a bouquet of flowers and a childish grin on your face. Jinyoung wasn’t ready to go public, so you would keep it quiet for now. As long as you still got to be with him.

As you close the door quietly, you turn to find the prince shirtless, his pants being buttoned up by his chambermaid. You smile at the sudden look of surprise on the woman’s face – Jinyoung hadn’t seen you yet because his back was turned, but the woman could see you clearly.

You lift a finger to your lips, signaling her to keep quiet, and she quickly ducks her head back to securing the princes clothes for the afternoon. As she rises to grab the shirt for Jinyoung, you creep forward, wrapping your arms around his middle as you reach him, twirling him into the air.

He yelps, hands coming down to grab your arms, attempting to twist his body to face you. He knows instantly who it is that’s holding him, due to the flowers, the armor, and your familiar scent that has begun to wrap around him, sending his brain into a frenzy.

You can see he’s blushing, from the way his ears are blazing red under his hair and he’s trying to duck his face away from your gaze.

You drop him back onto the ground, letting your hands graze across his bare skin as you pull away, relishing in the way he shivers at your touch before he’s whipping around to face you.

“You scared the living daylights out of me.” He’s pouting, his eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched up, but you could see the slight twitch in his lips fighting to smile.

“You really should be more on your toes. I could have been anyone coming in here. You should never let your guard down, my prince. It could put you in danger.” You lean in as you talk, ghosting your nose over his, causing him to tilt his head up, searching your lips. You pull back before he can make contact and now he’s pouting for real.

“If you weren’t such a menace, my chambermaid here would have at least given a scream of warning if it were anyone of danger. Unfortunately, she seems to like you a little more than she likes me.” He rolls his eyes, sending a playful wink back at the chambermaid who has her face half hidden behind her hand, holding the shirt in the other.

“Nonsense, no one could ever be immune to your boyish charms.” You press a kiss to the mans temple before holding out the flowers for him to see. “Even my measly pay gets wasted away on flowers for you, who needs for nothing, simply so that I can see that beautiful smile you grant me.” Said smile is already splitting his face into pure joy at seeing the circular globes of pink sprouting from your fist. He bends down to give the flowers a deep scent, pulling back with eyes closed and face softened with joy.

“No one knows exactly what I need quite like you, my dearest protector.” He jokes, turning back to the chambermaid so she can slip his shirt on, hiding his golden skin and gentle curves with a linen top of off-white cloth that looks insanely soft and comfortable.

After she secures the fabric to his body, she bows, grabs his day-clothes that need washing, and scampers from the room. She wasn’t likely to say anything – she’s the only one in the castle who knows about your relationship and has been aware of it for two years now. She had walked in on you two cuddling after you had accidentally fallen asleep one late night; she had been sworn to secrecy and had proven tight-lipped since.

You hand the flowers over to your lover before grabbing his hands, pulling him lightly over towards his bed, curtains pulled back to allow in the failing light of the evening through the windows to shine across the silken sheets you two had spent many nights entangled in together.

“What has gotten into you today, my love?” Jinyoung asks, following along pliantly, always willing to follow your lead and whims. He so rarely was able to let go, trust another, and go with the flow – only when he was with you was he able to let down his guard and truly feel.

“Nothing in particular, my prince, only my love for you.” You settle onto the edge of the bed, pulling him to stand between your legs, wrapping your arms around his waist to hold him close. He drapes his arms over your shoulders, looking down at where you sit before him with a look like sheer reverence across his features.

“I should continue to fan that fire if it leads to moments like this.” He whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips. You hold him close, relishing in the feeling of his lips pressed to yours, his tongue flicking against your own, his hands running up and down your shoulders and back, as though he couldn’t get enough of touching you.

“I would not complain.” You whisper back when he finally pulls away, a look of thought and concentration passing behind his eyes. “What is on your mind, my prince? I can see that something is troubling you.”

Jinyoung only shakes his head, smiling down at you with love and care.

“Nothing is troubling me, my love. It is only that, I have recently been thinking about how we keep our love a secret. I know that I have said that I do not wish for them to take you from me, while I still only have the power of a prince. However, the many times in which my mother tries to push me into new courtships is growing, and she has expressed fear that I will not be wed before taking the throne. I know that day is many moons off, but I begin to wonder whether it isn’t time that we finally tell the world about our love.” His face begins to glow with the idea, his voice rising with each word as though breathing life into the idea has sparked a flame that will not flicker, fed a stream that will not stop raging.

You reach a hand up, cradling his cheek as you grin back up at the prince. You had voiced several times your undying love for him, and him back to you, but you had resolved to spend many more days hidden away, sneaking your love, until he was king and no one could stop the two of you.

You had believed that his mother would be understanding – she had tried so many times to find a suitor for her son that you were sure she would be happy with nearly anyone that her son had picked to carry his heart. Jinyoung, on the other hand, was skeptical and afraid, after hearing the many mean things that other royals had said about other royals who had married or paired up “below their rank”.

To finally hear Jinyoung say that he was ready to tell the world, haters be damned, had your heart soaring out of your chest, feeling as though you couldn’t breathe with the happiness coursing through your veins.

You pull Jinyoung down on top of you, peppering his face with kisses, almost definitely crushing the beautiful flowers that you had bought earlier in the day. Nothing else mattered than being close to the prince now, showing him exactly how much his words and feelings meant to you. You knew that some part of him was already aware of your passion for him – you had shared it plenty of times in a number of ways, but you needed to reaffirm it now, in the light of the future of your relationship.

Nothing could stop you two now.

5- Tell the World

Days later, you followed Jinyoung into the throne room where his parents are seated on their respective thrones. You had interacted with both the King and Queen in the past, but not in this capacity and not when you were about to convince them into letting you have their sons hand in marriage.

Jinyoung stops before the dais on which they’re sitting and you stop beside him, kneeling and bowing to them before standing straight. You would show deference, but not weakness.

Jinyoung smiled up at his parents, who both smiled back down at their son. They truly loved him; there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do for him. You had no doubt that they would grant his wish, if he truly meant what he said.

He takes a deep breath before reaching his hand out to grasp yours. You freeze, waiting for him to explain to his parents why you were both standing before them today.

“Mom, Dad, I know that you’ve both been working very hard to find me a suitor from one of the four kingdoms who is worthy of my heart. I don’t doubt that you have worked tirelessly and did your best work to find people who are really suitable for me and who would make amazing additions to our kingdom, as they would rule beside me. However, unfortunately, the person who won and deserves my heart was in our kingdom this entire time.” He tilts his head to smile at you, his hand gripping yours tightly as if to say he would never let go. “I know that a prince and a guard sounds impossible, and I know many other Kings and Queens would never let their son marry a guard, who many deem as below us. Unlike those men and women, I know that our kingdom values all life, all people, regardless of status and blood. As long as a person is good and kind, is loving and caring, shows strength and courage, defends what they believe in and does not waver in the face of adversity or temptation, that they are worthy of the best that life has to offer. I have met no other who fits those tenants in the way that (y/n) does. They have proven loyal and kind, shown mercy and strength, done all they can to protect their loved ones while never giving up on their own beliefs. They are the only person fit to rule beside me over this kingdom when I one day ascent the throne.”

Your eyes mist over at the heavy praise you’re receiving from the love of your life. Jinyoung was always ready to share with you how much you meant to him, but you had never heard him share such sentiments to anyone else – it was nice to hear when you were alone, but something else entirely when he was telling his parents and the court guards all about his feelings. You could see his mother dab at her eyes, tearing up just as you expected her to; she truly loved and wanted the best for her son.

The one you couldn’t read was the King. He was sitting, looking over the two of you with a neutral face, as though he hadn’t heard anything that the Prince had just said. He leans forward in his seat, resting his elbows against his knees and entwining his fingers together. He hums softly, a low rumble in the otherwise quiet room, as though he’s thinking or warming up his voice for whatever he’s about to say.

The Queen is looking over at the King now, a smile on her face, as though she knows something you don’t which relaxes your shoulders just the slightest bit. If the Queen wasn’t worried, why should you be?

As though your thought sparked something in the King, he looks over at you, reaching a hand out to gesture in your direction as he finally speaks. “So, what do you have to say to all this, my knight?”

You take a deep breath, glancing over at Jinyoung, who is looking at you with those eyes that you had fallen in love with many moons again, and which always seemed to bring you to your knees before him, time and again.

“I have been raised within the walls of this kingdom, under the rule of you both, and under that philosophy and expectations that comes from this society. I have raised through the ranks to prove my worth as a guard to the royal family, to protecting those values and the people of this kingdom with my life. I have spent countless hours training to be the best person I can be, for myself, for my kingdom, for my King, but most importantly, for my Prince, who I have sworn my life to – both out loud and in my heart a million times over. I cannot swear that I have reached the point to claim those same things about myself that Jinyoung sees within me. However, I continue to try everyday to prove him right and to be worthy of him by my side. I don’t presume to be in a place to tell you how to react to our love for each other. I don’t wish to sway you by telling you lies or pressuring you with threats, or any of the things that would instantly lose me the right to stand here before you asking for Jinyoung’s hand. However, I know that you are a fair king. You look to your people to hear their stories and learn their worries, and you care about what will bring true joy back into the kingdom. I stand here today to tell you that nothing would make us happier than to be together, to have each other truly and completely, in the way that we love each other.”

You bow down after finishing your speech, showing that despite all of the things you said, you would respect whatever he ruled in this matter. It would break you to have to turn away from your Prince, but if the King truly believed it would be in his better interest not to wed you, to keep your love a secret, you would continue to spend your days hiding away, stealing glances and touches whenever the chance arose. You would not, however, let him truly be pulled from your grasp.

As you waited to hear the answer of the king, you could feel your heart beating within your chest, pounding against your rib cage as though it wished to fly back to Jinyoung, its true owner. The blood rushed in your ears and you could feel every fiber of your body thrumming with adrenaline and anticipation, knowing your whole world could crash down around you any moment.

Finally the king cleared his throat and you raised your eyes back to the graying man before you, who has a smile creasing his face which has your knees nearly dropping out from under you.

“If my son truly wishes to wed you and he has brought forth the courage to proclaim it before the courts, I see no reason to deny him the joys of love on the basis of something as trivial as status. You have proven strong in mind and body as a royal guard for many years, and the ways in which my son speaks about you shows that you continue to practice these tenets outside of the guard uniform and has me believing that you may be more worthy of the title of the Princes partner than any of the others we have brought here to woo him. I will give you my permission to court each other. Preparations can begin being made to plan the wedding to bind you two together.”

The Queen squeals with joy, leaping from her throne on the dais to raise down to her son, sweeping him into a hug. She presses kisses against his temple, stroking his hair, almost as though he was still a child that she found adorable, rather than a grown man who had just been sworn to wed. She turns to you next, pulling you into an equally strong hug, patting your back and whispering how truly happy she was and how thankful she was to have someone who could show her son the respect and love she knew he deserved.

Tears were shedding down her face, and matching ones traced down the Prince’s as he looked at you over his mother’s shoulder. He mouthed three words to you which had your throat closing up as well, your hands fisting into the queen’s dress as you try to hold back your own emotions.

You had finally won over the Prince, convinced the King and Queen to let you two be together, as you were meant to be. You had been so sure that fate would play out this way, two soulmates finding each other amongst perceived turmoil, but you still couldn’t believe that life had gone so well. You were in love with Prince Jinyoung and you swore to yourself that everyday from this day forward you would do anything to be the guard who deserved to marry the Prince.

And you never broke an oath.

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nyongsimp · 10 months ago

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look, ducks! (pjy)

pjy x female reader word count: 1.3k genre: fluff, slice of life, first snow. warnings: idk if jinyoung likes to play in the snow, but i think it fits him, so you can take this as a warning. mature content: no. a/n: first of all; happy holidays !! i hope you have been having a delightful time, if it isn't your case i do really am sorry and hope that you can have a better time next year, sending hugs for everyone who needs and wants one !! i also wish you a happy new year 2024, it's just around the corner and it feels so bittersweet and yet is another year full of opportunities !! my best wishes go to you all !!

MASTERPOST.

summary: it's your first time spending christmas with your boyfriend, and with help of the first snow, he finds a way to make this time memorable.

Even though it was the weekend, Jinyoung had some shootings to do before finishing the last project of the year. On a regular day, you usually weren’t able to join him while he was working, but today as it was the last day scheduled before they could have a deserved Christmas break, so here you were, on set, with a huge jacket while he was reading his lines before he was called to shoot his final scenes of the day.

You have always loved the way he was so passionate about acting, reading the script as many times as he could until he could decipher the real purpose of the character he was portraying, which he often succeeded doing, leading to an amazing performance. Not only that, but the way he also was dedicated to music and how he could portray such feelings with metaphors and symbols. Jinyoung’s passions and dedication were something you have always admired him for.

The set was nice, they were recording inside a coffee shop as they needed a bit more angles here before they could call the day off. It was a nice coffee shop, very warm and pleasant to sight, the owners had to close for the day as only staff was allowed, trying to keep the most secrecy of the project before it was aired.

A couple hours later you were finally dismissed, Jinyoung going to change his character’s clothes for his own. You waited for him outside, noticing how even if there was still some sunlight, the temperature started dropping and you wished to have waited inside. Looking around to see if Jinyong was near you felt something fall in your nose; a snowflake, and that's when you notice the snow falling on the streets. You have heard of a white Christmas, but you have never actually seen—let alone live one.

“It is beautiful,” you said to yourself.

“I know, right?” Jinyoung’s voice made you jump by the sudden way he had approached you without you noticing him, he was looking at you though. He took your hand in his, “you’re freezing, why didn’t you tell me?” you shrugged, you had been in such a focused state watching the small snowflakes falling that you hadn’t even noticed how cold you actually were.

Your boyfriend, as the charming man he usually is, took both your hands in his and brought them to his mouth, blowing on them to try and make them warm. You took that as an opportunity to look at him, it had been so long since you both had time for each other—your schedules often crashing—that you wanted to try and remember as much of him as you could. His nose and cheeks were pink from the cold weather, his hair—now being covered by snow—was down, barely covering his forehead and brushing his eyes. His eyes were focused on your hands, eyelashes long and full. His soft lips were a little chapped as he had forgotten to put some chapstick before coming to the location. You were sure you were irreparably in-love with this man, not that you were complaining.

You tugged your hands to pull him closer to you and kissed him. Usually both of you were careful of the public displays of affection as the public and the media always had some comment about any celebrity’s personal life. He let you kiss him, smiling in the middle of it and never letting your hands go.

Pulling away you smiled, “let’s go, I’m freezing here.”

The snow had already painted the sidewalks and streets white, but there was still enough time for you to get home. Jinyoung let you go inside the company’s car first, and brought you closer to him, causing his manager to roll his eyes. Jinyoung’s manager was one of the first ones to know that you were seriously dating a few months ago, and he didn’t really complain about it but he always enjoyed messing up with Jinyoung.

Once at the company, you both went to Jinyoung’s car after saying goodbye and wishing happy holidays to the staff. The sun had set a few minutes ago and now you were engulfed by the night, you were glad that you were close to home as the snowy weather made driving a little more difficult.

After a few minutes you arrived at your destination, happy to spend more time with the person you loved the most. As soon as you walked through the doors, you felt Jinyoung relax, his schedules had been so hectic these last weeks that you had seen him only once when he was deeply asleep after two full days of shooting. You took off both your jackets and hanged them by the door.

“You fancy some hot chocolate?” you hugged him, and he sighed in content.

A moment later both of you were tucked in bed holding each a hot chocolate, and after you finished your drink you fell asleep.

Opening your eyes, you knew Jinyoung wasn’t in bed. He had always told you how much he loves snow, and you were sure he was getting dressed to go and play with it. You, on the other hand, on days where it was very cold like this, wanted to stay at home and eat as much warm food— like soups and broths—as you could. However, if Jinyoung wanted to go and play with snow, you didn’t see any harm in doing that.

Getting up from bed, you started looking for your boyfriend, only to find him already outside making a small snowman. You put on warmer clothes and went out to him, noticing how it wasn’t a snowman he was building. Walking closer to him, you also noticed a beautifully fresh made heart on the snow to which your man was taking a picture.

“I was wondering,” now it was your turn to surprise him, he looked back at you and smiled, “where could Jinyoung be this early, he doesn’t have any schedule I’m aware of. I even thought of sending a text to your manager to know if it was a last minute shooting,” you dramatized at the same time Jinyoung fixed your scarf.

“I’m sorry, it’s just—look, ducks!” he moved aside, letting you see the snow ducks he had made. Jinyoung had bought a snow-duck-maker or however that is called, considering you had never seen one before. “You told me that you had never seen snow before, so I thought of surprising you with this.”

Your mouth opened in surprise, it was so beautiful. There were two ducks together and then some more behind them. You wondered how long Jinyoung had been outside doing snow ducks, smiling at the thought. Taking your phone out and taking a mitten off, you decided to take some candid pictures of Jinyoung doing snow ducks. You loved the way his eyes lit up when he showed you his creation. Photos meant a lot for both of you, and you knew the moment he noticed you taking him some, he would take you some as well.

Deciding that it was enough, you put your mitten back on and kept your phone on the front bag of your jacket before starting to make a snowball. It was odd, feeling how the snow started melting through the knitted mittens. Then, you threw that snowball at your boyfriend, caughting him off guard.

Jinyoung fell on his ass, “hey!” you stuck your tongue at him and then proceeded to throw him another snowball. “Alright, it’s on!” he replied laughing while making a bigger snowball.

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kcake555 · 1 month ago

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Park Jinyoung cake 🍰

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winter-dayz · 10 months ago

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Grinch Festivities

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader Grinch/Scrooge Genre: Fluff Words: 1083

Masterlist | 12 Days of Ficmas Masterpost

Taglist: @soobin-chois

“What do you mean you’re busy? You just told me that you’d go with me.” She asked exasperatedly.

“That was before you mentioned it was a Christmas party.” He responded, sorting through his closet. Jinyoung’s phone sat on a nearby dresser, his girlfriend on speakerphone.

“What, now you’re gonna tell me that you don’t like Christmas?” Y/N asked sarcastically. There was no way her boyfriend didn’t like Christmas… surely. The line was silent. “Jinyoung?...You know Christmas is like my favorite holiday, right?” The silence stretched on a little longer before a cough sounded from the speaker of her phone.

“Of course I’m going with you, love. I’m picking out what to wear right now.” She side-eyed her phone for a moment before a wicked smirk overcame her face.

“Actually, I was thinking we could wear ugly sweaters together.” She tried hard to keep the smile out of her voice. The line went silent again, and Y/N wondered if Jinyoung would hang up on her. “Just kidding! Pick me up tomorrow at five, okay? I can give you directions then. Love you~” She heard him hum, but then he sounded closer as he repeated her words back.

🎄

“You look like you’re going to a funeral.” She joked, hopping in the front seat. Her boyfriend donned a black long-sleeve, black jeans, and nice black shoes. Handsome, but not at all festive.

Meanwhile, Y/N wore a cute and—more importantly—festive, red dress and a reindeer antler headband. Her boyfriend did think she looked cute but that was just because he always thought she did.

Jinyoung chuckled as he waited for her to put in the directions. When he pulled off, he shot a glance over to her, unable to help the playful smile on his face. As little as he cared for the holiday, he couldn’t help but admire the effort his girlfriend put into her festivity.

“You don’t think the Christmas light bracelet is too much?” He asked, flicking on his blinker to make a right. She fake scoffed in outrage at the implication, so he swapped to one-handed driving in order to slide his hand into hers. He brought the back of her hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the skin.

She smiled giddily to herself as she turned to look out the window, admiring the colors swirling in the sky as the sun set.

“So are you excited? For the party?” She broke the silence after a moment, looking back towards him.

He hummed and gave a slight nod. “Yeah, it should be fun.”

“Really? Cause you make it sound like you’re going to a business meeting or something. C’mon, let loose a little, it’s just a Christmas party with some of my friends.”

“I am. Just promise there won’t be any weird games.” He side-eyed her with a disgusted look, but she only offered an innocent smirk.

“No promises, love. It’s a holiday party; that’s like half the fun.” He groaned at her words dramatically. “Alright, alright… I will say there won’t be any reindeer-themed games.”

🎄

The apartment was decorated with festive lights and knick-knacks. Laughter could be heard from down the hall, but no one in the complex seemed perturbed. Jinyoung couldn’t help but feel warm and welcomed either, which Y/N found to be a great sign.

Maybe Jinyoung would change his mind about the charm of Christmas.

Y/N managed to rope him into dancing, a kiss under a tactfully placed mistletoe, and even willful participation in a couple of the games. She stepped away to find the bathroom and when she came back, he was happily chatting away with one of her closest friend’s boyfriend.

Later in the evening, when they found a quiet spot away from the crowd, Y/N turned to him with a satisfied grin. “See? I told you it would actually be fun.” She rested her hands against his chest, feeling his heart beating steadily in his chest.

Jinyoung smirked down at his lovely girlfriend, bringing her hands up so he could peck her fingertips. He was wearing an oversized Santa coat that he had to put on for an earlier game. Then his lips spread into a more genuine smile.

“You were right, I’m having a great time. Thank you for inviting me.”

She leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips like he had done to her fingers, “Anytime, Grinch.”

As they rejoined the party, Y/N noticed a particular twinkle in Jinyoung’s eyes. It was obvious he was quickly warming up to Christmas and its festivities. He was even the one who suggested they duet a song when the karaoke machine was brought out.

🎄

“So… Am I still dating a Scrooge, or did I change your opinion on Christmas?” She asked with a cheeky smile while they strolled around the chilly city streets. They’d both had a decent amount of spiked eggnog and cider at the party, so a midnight stroll before heading home seemed like a smart way to sober up.

He sighed loudly, but his face told a different story. His eyes were light with glee, and a smile toyed at his lips.

“I suppose it might not be as awful as I thought. Definitely cheesy though.” He chuckled, “But so are you, and I love you.”

Their hands swung between them, growing numb-er in the freezing air, but it did little to dampen their elated moods. They were approaching their parked car, and while Jinyoung was sober enough to drive, he was tempted to pretend not to be so he could continue their walk. The shiver he caught from the corner of his eye changed his mind, however, and he ushered her over to the car so he could blast the heat.

When he pulled up to the front of her apartment, she turned to him, with a bit of a shy smile. “Stay the night?” And all he could do was nod.

Inside her cozy apartment, they kicked off their shoes and settled on the couch. Y/N curled up beside Jinyoung, a content smile on her face. They exchanged lazy kisses, basking in the afterglow of a night filled with laughter and love.

“Maybe it’s just you that I can’t resist the charm of,” Jinyoung teased, his fingers gently playing with the strands of her hair.

She grinned, leaning into his touch. “Whatever, I knew you’d come around. Who can resist the magic of the holidays?”

#got7 #park jinyoung #reader #park jinyoung x reader #got7 x reader #fluff #grinch #scrooge #oneshot #ficmas

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cloudysvt · 2 years ago

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pinwheels | park jinyoung 📚⛰

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#jinyoung x reader #park jinyoung x reader #jinyoung smau #jinyoung fic #jinyoung imagine #jinyoung scenario #got7 x reader #got7 smau #got7 fic #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 #fluff #the set up for this is barely relevant alkajjsks the meme just made me laugh

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sweetestofchaos · 1 year ago

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Got7's Reaction to...Getting Caught In The Rain With You

Backstory: While out and about you get caught in a sun shower with him.

Warnings: SFW, nothing but cute fluff.

Pairings: Got7 x Reader

a/n: this new tumblr shit sucks, so there are no gifs with this. sorry 😪

Mark

He is mildly annoyed but the moment he hears your laughter he is pulling you farther into the rain and swinging you around. It turns into a wet tee shirt contest where you both win. He pulls you by his side and hurries to the car where he knows for a fact there is a jacket for himself and you to throw on. He doesn’t care that his seats are getting soaked, the smile on your face is worth it and he makes sure to drive with the heat on, so that you don’t end up sick.

“Well that was unexpected…I still think I won.”

Jaebeom

He feels dumb for not remembering that it was supposed to rain, but he’s having a good laugh as the two of you run hand in hand, trying to find somewhere to wait it out. One store offers you both some towels and he helps dry your hair and face while you do the same to him. He’s smiling like an idiot and draping the towel around your shoulders to keep warm.

“Let’s get your dry first, yeah?”

Jackson

A little rain isn’t going to hurt either of you. He would wait in the store with you and the moment the rain let up, he would peck your lips and say that he would be right back. He would run out in the rain and hurry to the car before he jumped in and drove up to the store front. Before you could even think of stepping out in the rain, Jackson would be out of the car with his jacket held high over his head. He would walk you to the car, protect your hair from getting wet and open the car door for you as well.

“Your chariot awaits!”

Jinyoung

He might be an actor but Jinyoung will never be caught in the rain, willingly. He came prepared, a simple umbrella tucked away in the pocket of his coat, so the moment it starts to pour, he is pulling you under the awning of a store. He pulls the umbrella from his pocket, shakes it out and wraps his arm around your waist with a smile on his face.

“Let’s get home before it gets worse.”

Youngjae

He wouldn’t be upset just really, really surprised. How did he miss the warning for rain? Did he not double check the weather? Like a true gentleman, he would quickly take off his jacket and hold it over both of your heads as you ran across the parking lot to get into the car. The two of you would be shouting and laughing the whole way as you end up running in puddles and still getting a little wet.

“Yah! Are you okay? Did your shoes get ruined?!”

Bambam

The pure disrespect he would feel towards Mother Nature. How dare she cry all over his Balenciaga sneakers! They are brand new! Fresh out the box! Best believe, he is grumbling the whole time the two of you run to take shelter in the closest store which just happens to be a café. You tell him to find a seat while you ask for towels and place an order for drinks and some light food. When you return to his side, Bam is pouting and you can’t help but tease him. He sucks his teeth and takes the towel you offer as you sit across from him.

“Man, this isn’t funny! We’re soaked!”

Yugyeom

It is what it is. He takes it in stride and somehow the day turns into a music video. He’s dancing in the rain, pushing his hair out of his face and moon walking in puddles. You are recording the whole thing, your laughter caught in 4k as he comes running at you, only to peck your lips and pull you in close before he starts to sway side to side.

“Put the camera down and dance with me!”

#got7 reactions #soc got7 #mark tuan #lim jaebeom #jackson wang #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom #exqueuese me #got7 fluff #got7 x you #got7 x gn

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limjaeseven · 2 years ago

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Brewed Love

Pairing: Mark X Jackson

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Coffee Shop!AU, s2f2l

Rating: General

Word Count: 1,518

Bingo Prompt: Hocus Pocus - BVNDIT

Summary: Jackson is comfortable working at the cafe Jaebeom owns. He expects to earn a living there, he doesn't expect falling in love.

Warning(s): Jackson being comically whipped, nothing more!

[a/n]: Happy Valentine's Day @sweetestofchaos! Sorry for this being late but I really hope you like it! It was pleasure talking to you and getting to know you. This fic is also my first entry for the Kpop Bingo project. I was struggling to come up with something for Hocus Pocus but I tried to make it work.

Jaebeom was both the first and last person Jackson thought would open a café. His parents did own a yogurt place so he was clearly knowledgeable on the issue but something about how fierce his hyung could be made it seem really unlikely. The only thing that could explain it to him was the fact that Jaebeom was married to their mutual best friend, heartthrob-cum-pain-in-the-ass Park Jinyoung. He was the only one who could really cool Jaebeom down and bring out the more domestic sides of him, him and their cats.

Whatever the cause, the opening of the café was a blessing for Jackson, wannabe star who was working his way up the ranks at a dance academy and crew, while making basically no money. Jaebeom had told him to join them whenever he was ready because he knew Jackson needed a way to make ends meet. The job was fun, the café was small, decorated classily and with a loyal clientele.

Jackson knew most of their customers by name and had their orders memorised, and loved to get to know the new ones, because it would be inevitable that they’d return in no time to Jackson’s megawatt smile, Jinyoung’s charming face and Jaebeom’s quality confectionery.

While most customers did a double take when they saw a handsome man like Jackson talk to them so sweetly, what was rare was Jackson being rendered speechless at the sight of a patron. He couldn’t blame himself though, it wasn’t a man who had appeared in front of them, but an angel, an angel who was speaking to him but he heard not a word of it.

“Excuse me?” Jackson snapped back to his senses when he noticed the slightly exasperated look on the angel-man’s face.

“Oh I’m so sorry, how can I help you?” He cringed internally at saying the wrong thing to the customer but he seemed to not notice and rattled his order out, which Jackson noted down diligently, his hand shaking through all of it. “You can find a seat, we’ll be there with your order in no time!” Jackson tried to ignore how his voice raised a pitch with the nervousness coursing through his body turning away as soon as he could to catch a breath.

The moment Jaebeom saw the look on Jackson’s face he knew something was up. “Saw a ghost?”

“Angel,” Jackson murmured, pointing in the direction of where the man sat.

The cogs turning in Jaebeom’s head was visible and it made Jackson feel even more jittery. The owner quickly flagged Jinyoung down and whispered something in his ear before grinning at Jackson. He snatched the order and got it done at lightning speed, depositing it on a tray and into Jackson’s hands.

“Serving duty!” A hard shove to his back had Jackson stumbling out of the kitchen. Jinyoung sent him a thumbs up from the spot at the register before turning to take orders. Jackson took a moment to straighten himself, praying that he hadn’t made a mess of his apron that day. Putting on his best smile, he made his way to the angel sitting by the large windows. The soft early evening glow of the sun made his skin glow in supernatural ways and Jackson would have been happy spending the rest of his life just staring at that image.

“Here you go!” He said, a bit too loud, as he set the tray in front of the man and bolted back before he could make more of a fool of himself. He heard the angel chuckle behind him and filed that sound into his folder of “Heavenly Sounds That Beat Music Any Day.” He tried not to think about the fact that the folder had a content count of one.

He tried not to stare too much but he didn’t do very well. Jinyoung had to make sure he was working properly, not wanting to anger customers with incorrect orders because Jackson was too busy writing poetry about the man by the window in his notepad.

Jackson watched with a look of despair as the man stood up, a little over an hour after he’d come, but did a double take when the he walked straight towards him instead of leaving.

“Are you the owner of this place?” Jackson could only shake his head and grab Jaebeom by the back of his shirt to drag him to the counter, too afraid of saying something dumb.

“What are you doing Jacks-” Jaebeom quickly caught himself once he saw the man across the counter, “Oh hi, how can I help you?”

“Would you have a moment?” The man asked, to which Jaebeom nodded and just as they were about to start talking, Jinyoung pulled Jackson away, telling him to take over the register again.

Anticipation brimmed within him as he kept glancing back to where Jaebeom was standing, his frown turning into a big smile by the time the conversation ended, concluding with a firm handshake.

Turning to catch Jackson’s eye, Jaebeom shot him a wink before disappearing back into the kitchen.

An exasperated sigh left Jackson as he tried to talk to Jaebeom but the owner wouldn’t budge. “Hyung,” he whined, “What did you two talk about? Heck, at least tell me his name.”

“Be patient, Jackson. You’ll find out soon enough,” Jaebeom said with an air of finality. Jackson pouted but nodded, packing up his bag and wishing Jinyoung a good night before heading home.

Jackson didn’t know whether to curse at Jaebeom or thank him because seeing his angel-man first thing in the morning was nothing short of a blessing. “Good morning,” The man greeted when he saw Jackson walk in, “I’m Mark Tuan. I look forward to working with you.”

“J-Jackson, nice to meet you too,” He stuttured before running to the kitchen to see his two friends looking supremely smug.

By some stroke of luck, Mark ended up getting along with them really well, fitting into their rhythm with little trouble. He turned out to be a really fun person to be around and it wasn’t long before the four of them became pretty inseparable.

Jackson’s little crush on Mark brewed as he got to know the older man better. Their shared knowledge of Mandarin made Jackson feel like he had just a bit more of an insight on the man, hearing his thick accent utter words he knew his friends wouldn’t understand.

He couldn’t tell when the crush turned to something more, but he definitely thinks it happened at the same time the two became friends. Working next to each other everyday, casually judging customers, trying to remember their names and orders, laughing in the kitchen with Jaebeom and Jinyoung as the two tried making new recipes. Mark became from the angel-man he met one day at the cafe to his best friend to the man he loved so easily that Jackson couldn’t even be scared. It felt so right, he knew it just had to be.

“So, when are you going to ask him out? After he gets sick of waiting for you and falls for someone else?” Jinyoung asked him one night as they were closing up shop. Mark had left early that evening sighting prior commitments and a part of Jackson prayed it wasn’t a significant other he didn’t know about.

“I know I should be I just don’t know how to do it,” Jackson lamented, draping himself in his best friend’s arms.

Warm hands wrapped his waist from behind as Jaebeom joined their hug. “You’re Jackson Wang. You can do anything. You managed to get into an elite Korean dance crew without knowing anyone or speaking a word of the language.” He pulled away, patting Jackson on the back, “Go get your man, Seunnie.”

The flowers were probably a bad idea, Jackson thought. What if Mark was allergic to pollen or something? His palms were sweating as he gripped the stalks in his hands, waiting for Mark to join him. He had asked the man out for lunch on their day off with much support from Jaebeom and Jinyoung (read: they snatched the phone from him and wrote the text themselves and sent it to Mark because Jackson had forgotten how to form basic sentences).

“Jackson!” Mark called out and Jackson looked up to see the man walk towards him and he was transported back to the first time he laid eyes on the man. He was so screwed.

“Hyung,” He said breathlessly as he thrust the flowers towards the man.

Mark looked surprised for a moment before smiling, “For me? They’re so pretty.”

“Hyung,” Jackson repeated, receiving a hum from Mark, “Do you wanna be, like, you know…” he trailed off.

Chuckling, Mark leaned down to place a soft kiss on Jackson’s cheek, “Yeah, I’d love to.”

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