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phoenix-oasis · 5 years

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Hi it's me again. i didn't wnat you to think i'm picking favorites, I actually like both admin's writing styles so to be fair I want to ask Admin Oasis for a request too can i get a Jackson from Got7 story where he gets jealous of his S/O's brother or something and gets says something mean like how can I even date you, and then he regrets it and tries to make it up to his S/O.

Admin Oasis Note:

I would never accuse you of picking favorites! Thanks for the request, i think you helped me with my writer’s block! I hope this is what you wanted, and I hope that you enjoy! I love writing Got7!!

Requests are open if you want a reaction, scenario, imagine, headcannon just send us an ask!

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Summary: Jackson is off on tour, and one of his friends sends him pictures of what looks like you cheating on him. Jackson confronts you about it.

Warning: strong language, Jackson being intimidating and angry, a lot of yelling and accusing

Word Count: 2224

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Jackson and Got7 were in the middle of a worldwide tour. While he was off on tour, you told him that you were going to visit family in LA. You would meet him back home when he had a break. Jackson was in Chile when he got the first text about you. Jackson didn’t believe the people that told him that they had seen you out and about in LA with some guy. You loved him, and there was no reason for you to cheat on him.

Then the first picture was sent to him. You were sitting at a table, in one of his favorite restaurants, and you were with a man that he didn’t know. Still he figured there had to be a logical explanation. There was a reason you were looking at this man with admiration, a beautiful smile on your face.

Jackson was starting to get jealous, but he trusted you, and he loved you. He was sure that you loved him too.

For the next two days, Jackson kept getting texts and sometimes pictures of you with this man. It was getting harder and harder to keep putting faith in your relationship, and in your love for him. Every picture that he was sent, you looked like you were getting closer and closer to that man.

It was time to go to LA, because he was going to perform in a music festival there. It was the perfect opportunity to prove to everyone that you were faithful to him, and that he had complete trust in you, despite all the pictures and rumors.

Just as he landed in LA, he got a text message. He was so over this, that he didn’t even want to check his messages. He did though, because it might be you. It wasn’t. It was his friend, and it was another picture. This one had him seeing red.

The man and you were outside a house, and he was leaning in and kissing your cheek. You had a big smile on your face, and looking away as he kissed your cheek. Jackson clenched his jaw, and went to the hotel that you told him that you were staying at. It was time to confront you about your cheating.

Jackson got a key to your room, where he waited, stewing in his own anger. When the door opened, and you walked in, he was sufficiently angry, and ready to confront you. You were giggling, and on the phone, when you walked in.

“Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, laughing. “Ok, bye. I love you, too.”

The muscles in Jackson’s jaw ticked. So, you loved him. Did you love him more than you loved Jackson though?

“Who exactly do you love?” he growled.

You jumped, before turning to look at him.

“Jackson!” you said, your eyes wide with shock. “When did you get here?”

“Surprised?”

You furrowed your brow at his cold eyes, and hard tone. This was not like Jackson at all. Usually he was always excited, and always happy, and very clingy when he hadn’t seen you in a while. You walked into the hotel room, after putting the do not disturb sign out on the door.

“What’s wrong, Jackson?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” he snapped. “Do you bring him here, or is this exclusively at his house?” You furrowed your brow, not understanding what was going on. “Do you meet with him every day, or do you meet with a bunch of men?”

“What?”

“How many times have you cheated on me!” he shouted, walking up to you.

“Jackson, I haven’t cheated on you,” you said, a little intimidated by his anger.

You had never seen him this way before. It usually took a lot to make Jackson a little angry, but this was red-faced, vein-popping angry. You took a step back, and looked at him warily.

“Stop lying to me!” he shouted, taking a few steps towards you. “I have proof! What did you think that it would be fine to cheat on me because I was in a different country than you?!”

“Jackson, please, I’m telling you the truth!”

“You’re nothing but a whore!” he said, his face red, eyes glaring at you. “Were you talking to him for a while, or did you just meet him. You can’t be that chummy with someone you just met though, so I’m guessing you’ve been talking to him for a long time!”

“Who!” you said, becoming angry.

Jackson pulled out his phone, and showed you the latest picture. The one with the man kissing your cheek, and you looking away. You scoffed, and looked up at him. He was angry, and glaring at you, before shoving the phone back in your face.

“Tell me again how you’re not cheating on me!” he shouted, actually shaking with anger. “If I had known that you were going to spread it for every man in the area, I wouldn’t have asked you out!”

You slapped him, hard. The stinging pain on his cheek seemed to calm him down some. “Get out of my room.”

“You tell me why you cheated,” he said, his voice once again normal.

“I didn’t,” you answered, tears filling your eyes. “I would never. I can’t believe that you think that I would just cheat on you, because you weren’t around.” Your voice broke, and Jackson’s face softened a little. “How many tours have you done? How many months have you been away from me? Did I cheat on you then too?”

He didn’t answer but kept staring at you, his eyes a little more normal, and like your Jackson. He swallowed hard, and looked down. You sniffled, and Jackson tilted his head to the side, hating the sound of you crying. He took a step closer, but you moved back.

“I’m a whore? I sleep around? How did you put it? I ‘spread it for every man?’” Once again Jackson didn’t say anything. “That man, he’s my brother. He’s been deployed since before I went to Seoul. I hadn’t seen him in about 5 years.”

Jackson’s sharp in take of breath let you know he hadn’t thought of that. Tears welled in his eyes, and he shuffled closer to you. You shuffled back, away from him. Tears fell from your eyes, and you looked down.

“I told you that I would be visiting family,” you told your shoes. “Why was it that the first thing you thought of was that I was being unfaithful to you?”

“I…” He shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” you say, shaking your head. “Get out of my room. You know what on second thought you stay here, I’ll leave.”

Just like that you walked out of the hotel room, that you had only gotten because Jackson was supposed to come and do a festival in LA, and you wanted to be with him. If not you would have stayed with your brother.

You took a cab to your brother’s house. He opened the door, and looked at your crying face. He pulled you into his arms, and you sobbed into his chest.

“What did he do? I’ll kill him. I can make it look like an accident.”

“Shut up,” you said, before he led you into his house.

Jackson sat on the bed, and closed his eyes, as he thought about everything that had happened. With a frustrated sigh, he ran his hands through his hair, and growled. He knew that you were faithful. He knew that you loved him. Why had he let this happen?

His phone dinged, and he got another message. As he looked at his phone, he sighed. His friend was sending him a picture of you and your brother, him hugging you, and you clearly upset. Jackson closed his eyes again, and sighed in frustration.

Jackson sent a text back to his friend. “That’s y/n brother.”

“I was hoping to keep this going a little longer.”

Jackson furrowed his brow.

“What do you mean?”

“I know that’s y/n’s brother.”

“Then why did you make me believe that y/n was cheating?”

“Because I’m kind of sick of you having everything.”

Jackson stared at the message. This person, he thought was his friend. This whole time he’d been jealous with his success. With a frustrated groan, Jackson got up and ran out the door. He took a cab to the address where your phone’s GPS said you were, and prayed that you would talk to him.

When he got to the house, the one where your brother was kissing your cheek, he swallowed nervously. He rang the doorbell, and a few minutes later, your very tall, very muscular brother was standing in the door. He glared at Jackson, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone making Jackson even more intimidated.

“I really need to talk to Y/N.”

“Why would I let you any where near y/n? You are the reason that y/n came here, crying. You insulted, yelled at, and scared y/n, so leave.”

“Y/B/N, it’s ok,” you said, from the doorway. “I’ll see him.”

“One more tear falls, and I’m going to break you in half,” your brother said, pointing a very intimidating finger at Jackson.

“Yes, sir,” Jackson said, nodding.

You walked outside, closed the door behind you, giving you some privacy, and your eyes were glued to the ground. Jackson sighed, taking a step closer to you. You shuffled back, not wanting him to get closer to you than he needed.

“I’m really sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “I know that you wouldn’t cheat. I knew that fact, and I was stupid enough to let someone convince me otherwise.” You didn’t look up at him, and he ran a hand through his hair. “My friend, who turns out isn’t my friend, kept sending me pictures, from about the time I was in Chile to this morning. If it wasn’t a text about how he’d seen you with, as it turns out your brother, it was pictures of you with him.” You shifted, looking up at him for a second. “I knew that you were faithful, I knew that you wouldn’t cheat, and I knew that you love me.” a tear fell from his eye, and he reached up to wipe it away. “It was that picture, the one with your brother kissing your cheek. That was the one that broke me.”

“I told you that I was visiting family,” you whispered, shaking your head. “You knew that I have family here.”

“Yes, but that thought didn’t even register, after weeks and weeks of being told you were cheating, and of being shown pictures of you cheating,” he said. He closed his eyes, and sighed. “It doesn’t excuse my behavior, or the lies that I shouted at you, but I’m hoping that it tells you how much I did trust you, how much I do trust you. I didn’t mean anything I said, I was just so damn angry. I thought you didn’t love me, and that you were with someone you did love.”

As you thought about that shouting match in the hotel room, tears welled in your eyes again, and Jackson panicked. Your brother’s threat returned to his mind, and he hugged you quickly, hoping that you brother didn’t see your tears.

“I don’t want to be broken in half,” he said, real fear in his voice. “Please don’t cry, or your brother will kill me.”

You laughed, your arms wrapping around his waist. “Jackson, I want to be so mad at you. You don’t know how much your words hurt me.” Jackson felt your tears fall onto his shirt, and he swallowed hard. “Just thinking that you would consider me capable of cheating on you—”

“I don’t, ok,” he said, quickly. “I don’t think you would cheat on me. This me is the result of weeks and weeks of manipulation, ok.” He moved back, and cupped your face in his hands. “I love you, with all my heart, and I don’t want to lose you. If you don’t think you can forgive me now, ok, but please consider forgiving me.” He gave a very wary glance at the window by the door, and saw your brother looming there. “Please for the love of all that is good in this world, stop crying. Your brother is glaring at me.”

You laughed again, and moving up on your tiptoes and kissing him softly. His arms moved down around your waist, as he deepened the kiss. You rested your head on his chest, and he rested his cheek on the top of your head.

“I forgive you, Jackson,” you whispered, and you rose along with his chest, with the deep breath that he took. “Let’s go meet my brother.”

“I met him, thanks,” Jackson said, his voice rumbling in his chest. You smiled. “He doesn’t like me much, not that I blame him.”

“He will love you,” you answered, looking up at him. “Because I love you.”

You smiled encouragingly, and turned to open the door. Jackson prayed to the gods that you were right, and that your brother would approve of him. Judging from the glare that he threw Jackson though, it might take a while.

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#got7 #got7 senarios #got7 imagine #jackson wang #jackson scenario #jackson imagine #angst #fluff #scenario #imagine

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dearlyjinie · 5 years

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I fucking choked

#bambam #miss those lips #bambam imagine #bambam x reader #bambam fanfic #bambam fake text #bambam fake chats #bambam reaction #bambam smut #got7 crack #got7 smut #got7 #got7 senarios #got7 bambam #got7 video #got7 meme #bambam video #credit to owner

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insphoeration · 5 years

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Love Language

Fandom: IGOT7// Ahgase

Pairing: Jackson X reader

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Jackson laughed as you showed him a meme on your phone. You and him sat together on the couch, backstage of the music show. You watched as GOT7 performed and now they were done, everyone was packing up to go home. You and Jackson were ready and waiting for the managers so you were lounging around, his arm resting on your legs that were draped over his lap. You looked over to see Jaebum tiredly looking through his belongings.

“Do you need help oppa?” You asked him in perfect Korean. He looked at you and smiled shaking his head. Jackson looked over at you lovingly. Although you were not from Korea, you learned after visiting so much, the other members were astounded at how easy it was for you, teasing the foreign members that your Korean was better than theirs. In addition to learning Korean, you learned Mandarin so you could speak to Jackson’s family, and that was easier that when you learned french for fun.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” Jackson said lovingly. You smiled at him as Bam Bam gagged in the background.

“Yah! If you guys are going to be sickeningly cute, at least do it in a language we can’t understand!” Mark exclaimed in english, although jokingly you pouted at him.

“Sorry oppa.” You turned to Jackson with a grin.

“So English, Korean and Mandarin are out, Mark how’s your Cantonese?” You asked, turning back to him.

“French?” Jackson suggested with a grin.

“Ton français est affreaux! [your french is awful]” You giggled, shoving his shoulder playfully. “You could always learn [language].” You joked. It wasn’t a common language but it’s what you grew up speaking and what most of your family spoke, but you knew he didn’t have the time to just pick up a whole other language.

“Sure!” He grinned.

“What seriously?” You laughed. He shrugged like it was no big deal and maybe for him it wasn’t, Jackson could do anything he put his mind to.

“Yeah, I mean, you learned what 3 languages for me, the least I could do is learn one for you.” He placed a hand on yours.

“Yeah but that was fun, I didn’t mind!” You tilted your head at him.

“This could be fun too! Let’s start now! How do you say, I love you so much and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, in [language]?” His voice lowered slightly as he asked.

“Jackson?” You whispered.

“Yah! What did I just say about languages we could understand?” Mark demanded, again jokingly.

“Sorry I couldn’t help it.” He grinned at his friend.

#i hate tags lmao #got7 imagines #GOT7 fanfiction #got7 senarios #got7 fanfic #got7 fluff #got7 jackson imagine #jackson wang imagine

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colorsbyars · 5 years

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got7: phones during dinner

jaebum: firmly believes in "no electronics at the table" because eating is a time to unwind

mark: cant start eating until he finds something good to watch like a movie or a tv show with long episodes

jackson: on his phone the entire time that he forgets to eat and by the time he remembers the foods cold

jinyoung: his phone is charging on the other side of the room but he'll whip out a book

youngjae: plays music while eating cuz "it helps with the digestion" and "makes you enjoy the food more"

bambam: he has to record what he's eating before he eats, starts getting different angles and editing the pics

yugyeom: plays tv or a youtube video that he isnt really into so he can listen to it but not pay attention

#i can imagine this happening #got7 #jaebum #mark tuan #jackson wang #jinyoung #youngjae #bambam #yugyeom #kpop #got7 senarios #incorrect got7 quotes #incorrect kpop quotes #idk what this is #present: you & me

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xkpopobsessedx · 5 years

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BamBam smut short

- Gif credit goes to owner / creator

- Smut

I sighed, crossing my legs as I leaned forward, my arms come to resting on the table. I watched as people milled around the seating area of the award show, the back of my shoe lightly hitting my foot as moved it to the beat of the music.

Bambam leaned over, his breath fanning against my skin, “You’re showing an awful lot of skin there, Y/N.” He whispered into my ear, the slight tone of annoyance lacing itself into his voice.

“You’re the one who chose the dress.” I retorted, rolling my eyes a bit as I sipped my drink.

“I didn’t expect you to show all of you to all the guys here.” He hissed, his hand coming across my lap to grip my thighs.

I titled my head looking at him, “What's the matter Bammie, is it turning you on?” I taunted, dropping my hand down to the bulge in his suit pants, “You are so naughty.” I giggled, sliding my hand down between his thighs to squeeze his balls.

He jolted forward banging his knee on the table, “Stop it.” My hand ran back up, rubbing him hard.

“ I can't wait to get home.”

#got7 #got7 senarios #got7 reactions #got7 imagines #got7 smut #got7 bambam #got 7 bambam smut #got 7 jackson #got 7 jinyoung #got7 mark #got7 youngjae #got7 yugyeom #got7 jaebum

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letsgointotheworldofimagination · 6 years

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Imagine hanging out with your boyfriend, Jaebum

#got7 #got7 imagines #got7 imagine #got7 reactions #got7 scenarios #got7 senarios #got7 jb #jaebum #im jaebum #im jaebeom #im jaeboem

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laivineoasis30 · 5 years

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Chocolate Cheesecake

Genre: Poly! Fluff

Pairing: JB x Han x (fem) Reader

Summary: A look in the life of the relationship with you, JB and Han

Warning: So much fluff and protective JB

Word Count: 1637

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You leaned against JB as you watched you young boyfriend dance with his group. Han growled, and stomped his feet as he didn’t get the move right again. Behind you, JB sighed getting frustrated with the young man.

“Don’t be mean to him,” you warned.

“I’m not sure I like that you defend him so much from me,” he said, looking down at you.

“I’ll fight you. Reassure him, don’t be mean.”

Han got back in position to do the dance again, but JB sighed again. He got up off the floor, and you kept a close eye on him. He walked up to Han, and moved the right foot which was not in the correct position, and he told something to the boy in rapid Korean. Han bit his lip, looking down right distraught. You got up, and pulled JB away from Han.

“I told you to be nice,” you said, putting your hands on your hips.

“I wasn’t mean,” JB defended himself.

“Then why is he so sad,” you answered, as Han moved behind you.

“The choreographer is going to—”

“YOU are not the choreographer,” you interrupted. “You are his boyfriend, and he looks up to you.”

“It’s ok, noona,” Han whispered, seeming so dejected. “It’s a hard dance.”

You turned to look at him and smiled. “You’re going to get it,” you said, caressing his cheek.

He blushed a deep red, as he looked at you. You stood up on your tip toes, and kissed his lips softly. He blushed more, especially when Felix and Chris wolf whistled.

You went to sit down, and JB sighed. “She’s right,” he said, nodding. “You’re going to do fine.”

Han’s face broke out into a smile, as a pink hue dusted his cheek. JB chuckled, placing a kiss on his lips. “You are so easy to please, little boy.”

As JB walked over to you, you still glared at him, but you let JB put his arms around you. This time Han got the step right, and he whooped. He jumped up, and his members caught him. When they put him down, Han ran over to JB and you. He threw himself into both your arms, making all of you fall back.

“Noona!” he said, his arms around you. “I got it!”

“I saw baby boy,” you said, tucking his hair behind his ear. “I knew you would.”

You kissed him, and he kissed you back, blushing. Then he moved up and kissed JB. JB was surprised. This was the first time he had initiated the kissing. JB was quick to take back control of the kiss, running his tongue along Han’s lower lip. The boy blushed, and JB laughed. He loved the way that both you and Han blushed when he touched you two, and when he kissed you two. He did it often, so that he could make you two blush.

“Can we have cheesecake?” Han asked, moving back to look at you and JB. “Please?”

JB groaned, but you hit him on the arm. “Yes, we can even have chocolate cheesecake,” you said quickly.

Han whooped again, and he stood up. He helped you up, as JB stood up on his own. The choreographer looked at him, and shook his head.

“We are not done with practice,” he said, glaring at JB. “That boy needs all the help he can get. He’s terrible.”

JB turned hard eyes to the choreographer. “Actually, he is one of the best dancers in this group,” JB said, walking up to the choreographer. “So, if he isn’t getting your choreography, I would blame you. He doesn’t need help. He needs a new choreographer. Don’t let me catch you giving him a hard time, understand?”

“JYP will need to find someone new to choreograph Stray Kids’ dances.”

“Don’t worry,” JB said, blocking Han from this man’s view. “We have one of the best dancers in the country in Yugyeom. I’m sure he can choreograph something for them.”

“Then get him to do this!”

“Hyung,” Han whispered, gripping JB’s shirt. “JYP-nim is going to get angry.”

“I’ll stand up to him too,” JB said, turning to give Han a side-ways smile. “Nobody speaks down to you, but me.”

“JB!” you snapped.

“Apparently, not even me,” JB corrected. “Let’s go get that cheesecake, huh?”

Han beamed, and nodded, wrapping his arms around JB, and resting his head on JB’s chest. You put your arms around his chest too, and you all walked out of the dance studio. Chris turned to Felix, and sighed.

“Shouldn’t we go get cheesecake?” he asked. “I feel like we deserved it too. Why were we excluded?”

“Do you really, REALLY want to be in the same room as those three?” Felix asked. “To quote BamBam hyung…ewwwww.”

JB ordered the cheesecake, while you and Han stayed in the car. Han lied down, putting his head on your lap. Your fingers were running softly through his hair, as you looked down at him. His eyes slowly closed, and before you knew it, Han was asleep. You smiled, as you continued to run your fingers through his hair.

JB climbed into the car again, and turned to look at both Han and you. “Aish, this kid. I swear he lies down and instantly falls asleep,” he whispered.

“I think it’s cute,” you said, as you smiled at JB. “I love the way you defended him today.”

JB chuckled. “I love him,” he said, nodding. “I don’t like it when he feels down. He’s always so happy, and so ready to make other’s happy, and it hurts me to see him down.”

You reached over, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him in for a kiss. JB smiled against your lips. Then he moved down and kissed Han’s forehead. The drive home was uneventful, and JB had a hard time waking Han up. The boy whined, and turned his head into your stomach to ignore JB trying to wake him up. It took the promise of chocolate cheesecake to wake him up.

In the apartment, Han sat at the table, as JB took the cheesecake into the kitchen. Han eyed him, as he put the cheesecake in the fridge. His face fell, and he pouted, looking at JB. JB turned to start dinner, and saw Han pouting at him. JB laughed.

“You have to eat a healthy dinner first,” JB said.

“Hyuuuuuung,” Han whined, kicking his feet slightly. “I want cheeeeeesecaaaake.”

JB chuckled, as he shook his head. “Dinner first, dessert after.”

You turned and pouted at him too. “Oppaaaaaaaa,” you whined.

“Oh, you too,” JB said, his eyes alight with amusement. “You need the nutrition of a good dinner, before you get the sweets.”

“Hyung,” Han said, walking up to his right side, and taking his arm. He laced his fingers with JB’s, and looked up at him. “A little piece. Noona and I will share a little piece.”

“Your idea of a little piece and mine are very different,” JB said, shaking his head. “I will cook something fast, and then we can have the whole cheesecake.”

“Please, oppa,” you said, taking his other hand. “Please, just a little piece.”

“Ne, hyung, just a little piece,” Han insisted.

“Aish, you’re annoying,” he said, without any malice in his voice. “Fine, BUT I’m cutting the piece, and I don’t want to hear that it’s too small. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes!” both you and Han said, as JB brought out the chocolate cheesecake.

He cut a small, thin, piece and put it on a plate. Both you and Han smiled, squealing in delight. JB put the rest of the cheesecake away, and watched as the two people he loved delighted over a small piece of cheesecake. You two ate the piece, and then leaned against each other as you watched JB cook dinner. He made kimchi soup with sticky white rice. He served the food, and then sat at the table with both of you. Everyone ate the food fondly, thanking JB for always thinking of you and your health. JB laughed.

“I know you just want the rest of that cheesecake.”

“No, hyung,” Han said, resting his head on JB’s shoulder. You rested against his other side, and JB’s arms moved around both of you. “You really are the best boyfriend. You always look after us, and we love you for it.”

“The fact that we get cheesecake is a plus,” you said, giggling.

JB laughed, and kissed your forehead. Then he turned and kissed Han’s forehead. “Go on,” he said, nodding to the fridge. “Go get the rest of the cheesecake. We can eat it and watch movies in the living room.”

“Yes, hyung!” Han said, excitedly.

“Y/N, go get the blankets and the pillows,” JB said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “We’ll set up the living room to sleep in.”

JB watched as you went to the bedroom and brought out all the blankets and pillows you owned. He smiled, and shook his head. He often wondered how he got so lucky to be with two people who he loved with all his heart, and who loved him back.

After you set up the living room, JB turned on a movie, and Han brought the cheesecake. As all of you watched movies, you each had a fork in the cheesecake. After the cheesecake was gone, Han lied down with his head on your lap, and you ran your fingers through his hair. Slowly his eyes closed, and he fell asleep. JB grinned and shook his head.

“Aish, this kid,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder. “I swear he lies down and falls right to sleep.”

“It’s cute, though,” you said, as you ran her fingers through Han’s hair.

“It is,” JB agreed.

#im jb #Got7 #fluff #scenario #JB senario #got7 senarios #Han #Stray Kids #Poly #Poly amory #imagines #got7 imagines #stray kids imagines #cheeseckae

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theonlysoph · 6 years

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Sleep Tight

Request: “Could you write a little scenario with Yugyeom, like you’re older than him and he’s nervous to ask you out”

Note: Ok sooo,, I got a little carried away but I hope you like it!! Still working on a navigation tab but I will link this asap. Enjoy!

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You had been friends with all of Got7 for a long time, almost since the beginning. You were first introduced to them as one of the staff during one of their early music videos. All of the boys took a huge liking to you since you were relaxed and able to joke around with them. As time passed you had run into each other over and over again. Soon enough the boys had asked for your number and had invited you over for family dinners and movie nights. Needless to say the eight of you all grew really close.

Specifically you and Yugyeom. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but there was something about your conversations and the time you spent together that was different. Of course you loved all the boys but time you spent with Yugyeom was different.

Fast forward almost six years later and nothing seems to have changed. The boys even helped you get a permanent job being one of their stage hands for concerts or variety shows. All of you spent a majority of time together working or not. So tonight was no different when you got a text from Bambam to come over for a movie night.

You excitedly knocked on the door holding bags full of snacks.

“Y/N is here!!” Jackson called out when he opened the door. “And she brought snacks!!” He said even more excitedly.

“I can’t tell which you’re happier to see,” you teased as Jackson took a couple bags off food and let you pass through.

“Of course it’s the food we see you all the time,” Jinyoung teased back while reaching in for a hug. Instead of responding you lightly slapped his arm and quickly walked into the kitchen to avoid any retaliation. All the while trying to look for the tall maknae.

“Well I know at least one of us is happy to see you Y/N,” Youngjae wickedly smiled.

“Would it be you?” You smiled sweetly.

Youngjae laughed. “I am happy to see you but not in the same way that someone else is,” he said cryptically.

You gave Youngjae a confused look but before you could ask him any questions Jackson came in to try and herd everyone into the living room. “Movie night will not wait for anyone!”

You entered the living room where you found the rest of the boys. Everyone was already spread out and comfortable across the couches and floor.

“Here noona,” Bambam scooted so that there was enough space for you in between him and Yugyeom. But once you sat down you realized how squished it actually was. There was practically no space between you and Yugyeom, but he didn’t seem to care. In fact he moved back a little so that part of your back was against his chest.

The movie was all ready to go once everyone had settled in. It turned out to be some action movie that you had almost no interest in. You didn’t want to be a party pooper so you kept your mouth shut and tried to keep from falling asleep. Not even 15 minutes in that proved to be very difficult. You’re eyelids kept getting heavier and your head was struggling to stay up. The movie just really gave you no interest.

“Hey,” a soft whisper startled you. “You can lay your head on me of you want,” Yugyeom offered.

You shook your head and tried to straighten up. In truth that only lasted a matter of seconds before you began to nod off again. Deciding to take your comfort into his own hands Yugyeom put his arm around you and helped you rest your head against him.

You didn’t wake up until early the next morning. But instead of being in the guest room or on the couch, you found yourself on the floor. When you tried to move to a more comfortable position you felt arms tighten around you. Looking around you came face to face with Yugyeom sleeping, and the room empty.

You tried your best not to wake him but all of your squirming- and Yugyeom’s uncomfortable position on the floor- ended up waking him up.

“Noona?” He grumbled in a deep morning voice. He slowly sat up with you and cutely rubbed his eyes. Honestly it was a sight that you felt you could never grow tired of.

“Sorry,” you whispered but you didn’t know why.

You both sat in silence for a little bit before it dawned on you that Yugyeom spent the whole night with you.

“Why didn’t you wake me up or move me last night?” You asked.

Yugyeom was quiet. He couldn’t look you in the eyes. But you wouldn’t take his silent as an answer. After some time he responded.

“I-I just didn’t want to wake you,” he said quietly.

Something didn’t sit right with you about his answer. No one would make themselves that uncomfortable all night just to let you sleep. “That’s really sweet… but you don’t have worry about me. Just wake me up next time.”

“But I always worry about you Y/N,” Yugyeom answered quickly. “I mean… I just want you to be comfortable. It didn’t bother me at all.” a moment of silence. “Actually Y/N, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

You gave him a small nod to continue.

“I was just wondering- and I hope you don’t find this weird! It’s just… I really like spending time with you.” You smiled at him encouragingly, though he was still trying to avoid your gaze. With a deep breath he continued. “Do you think that maybe- and you can say no- but maybe I can take you out for a date or something?”

Instead of answering you leaned in and kissed his cheek. When you pulled away Yugyeom finally looked at you with the most hopeful eyes. “I was hoping you would ask,” you blushed.

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kpop-sprite · 6 years

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If You Do (M)

Reader x Jaebum

Fluff Smut

Sometimes all you need is a hero, a man who can make you feel loved and needed.

“Stop! Leave me alone!” I shouted at the men trying to pull on me, I pull my bags closer to my body and try to walk away. The three men circle me.

“Where you trying to run off to, baby?”

“Yeah, we can show you a great time, baby girl. You must be thirsty, look how much you’re shaking just by standing near us.”

The tallest man with a black pull-over inched closer to me, an evil grin covering his face. My heart was racing, what was going to become of my first visit to the city of Seoul? “Leave me alone!” I cry out, hoping someone will hear me. The man’s hand reaches out for me, to grab me, to do what with me? I shove my eyes closed praying for this to end.

SMACK! THUD!

He pulled on my wrist and dragged me behind him down the sidewalk. I glance over my shoulder, the large man flat on the ground, the other two running off in the distance. I face forward and see him for the first time. Bright red hoodie, silver piercings dangling to his neck, hair undercut forming the smallest of mullets on the back of his head. The man’s pace was quick, I was hesitant to keep following him, but he pulled me with angst, until we stopped in front of the park.

“What were you doing letting those guys come near you?” Frustration in the man’s tone.

“…What?” I stammer out

He turned around so I could face him, his eyes dark and sleek, eyebrows furrowed in worry. “Do you have any idea what they would do to you if I hadn’t come over?” A sigh released from his pursed lips, “what would you have done?”

“I-I tried to walk away, but they were so scary.” I stutter my words, “I am sorry for worrying you, but thank you for your trouble.” I bow in embarrassment, this stranger had risked himself for me, that’s when I saw it, “Aish! Your hand!”

He flexed his long fingers out, blood dripping from his knuckles onto the side walk. “Hmm, I guess I hit him harder than I thought.”

I pull out my handkerchief and wrap his large hand, “let me help, it’s the least I can do.” I dab the scrapes on the stranger’s hand gently, admiring the veins that protruded so delicately on them.

“You really should be more careful, your boyfriend won’t like it if something happens to you.”

“…I don’t have a boyfriend,” my eyes focused on the scrapes

The strength of his hand lifting my chin to look up at him had me change focus. The depth of his voice altering the universe, “Maybe that should change.” The focus in his eyes kept me in place, my cheeks burned red.

“How do I know you’re not some creep too?” I manage to ask

“Because if I was,” the man moves closer to me, his lips finding my ear, the words burning into me, “you would already be screaming.”

His words caused me to squirm, my body readjusting itself. I shook my head quickly and backed away from him, his hand I had been cleaning dropping in the air. “Don’t you think you’re being a little forward? I don’t even know your name.”

“Allow me to treat you to some food, you must be hungry, and I’ll introduce myself.”

My stomach growls allowing him to presume he was right about my hunger, “…I guess a small bowl of rice couldn’t hurt,” I smile up at him, just now noticing how tall he truly was.

He led us down the sidewalk, his long legs creating a shorter stride to stay close to me. I admired his stance, long legs carrying his body, biceps showing even under his large hoodie, tan skin graced by the sun.

‘The Sun Café,’ was the name of the place we stopped in, he pulled my chair out for me and I sat in silence as he ordered us fried rice, meat, and water.

“Im Jaebum,” he blurted out.

“What?”

“My name, it’s Im Jaebum,” His voice slick as silk

“Oh, um, I’m (Y/N),” I reply in a whisper, “I’m sorry for being trouble for you today.” Embarrassment still burning my cheeks

“You can make it up to me, Jagi, don’t worry.”

“What do you mean, ‘make it up to you?’”

“Go out with me.”

I sit there in shock, rice falling from my chopsticks, his face showing no signs of joking, “Wh-what?”

“Go out with me, you know? Get food, hold hands, see movies? This right now doesn’t count of course, you’re sitting way too far from me for this to count,” He muttered out between mouthfuls of rice.

“I-I…I don’t understand, why do you want to go out with me? I caused you so much trouble today.” I shuffle in my seat, hands twirling around another.

“Well,” He takes another mouthful of food before continuing, “as I see it, you need someone to take care of you, I need someone to share rice with, why not do these things together?” He looks up at me, his right eyebrow lifted up while questioning me.

“I-…I’m not sure.”

“What could it hurt, (Y/N)?” He questioned

“Well, I don’t even live in Seoul yet, I’m only here looking for apartments before I move here, how can I have a relationship with someone when I won’t be around to enjoy it?”

“So, is that a yes?”

“…Are you not listening to me, I don’t live here!”

“I heard you,” His voice sharp and straight-forward, “You don’t live here, yet. Which means you just need to move in somewhere.”

“Y-yes, that’s right.”

“So, otherwise you’d go out with me,” he looks at me, eyes studying my face

“I suppose…” I stammer out

“Good, you’ll move in tomorrow.”

“WHAT?! Move in where?!” My eyes wild with question, was this guy sure he wasn’t a creep, ‘cause I don’t think I was sure of anything anymore.

“You need a place to live, I have space. No more excuses to not go out with me,” He was direct and to the point.

I didn’t even know how to respond anymore, I just wanted the night to be over. This was a crazy day and I have decided that Seoul was officially weird.

Jaebum slipped the waiter money for the food and we walk out the door, I start to bow and thank him for the food, “Gomabda for everything, Im Jaebum. I truly am thankful.” I turn to start the walk to the bus station. The strength of his hand grabbing me again, “home is this way.”

“I don’t live here, remember?”

“No, but I do, and you’re welcome to stay with me until then.” He led us in the opposite direction of the bus stop, his hand still holding mine. I thought about pulling away, I should pull away I thought, but I let him lead me down the sidewalk draped by the street lights that lit the way.

He lived in a large brick building, metal doors and one elevator that opened up to large studio apartments on each 12 floors. His apartment was on level 12, right on top.

“Make yourself at home,” His voice boomed out as he pulled the large elevator door closed, “I’m going to shower.”

My body froze in a single space as he left the room. I scanned the apartment. Large windows all across the back wall, a large 75” tv took up space above the fireplace that seemed to separate the living area from the master bedroom, the smell of cinnamon and spiced plum filled my sinuses. I walk to the white leather sofa and place my jacket across it, my bags sat safely on the floor beside the coffee table, a bottle of water sitting on its’ glass top, a puddle of condensation beneath it. I make my way around the room stopping at the kitchen island admiring the granite stone tops and the stainless steel appliances. My fingers grazing the cold granite top, my reflection shining back up at me.

“You’re welcome to take a shower too,” he walked back into the living area, a single towel wrapped around his waist. The ‘V’ line of his abdomen protruding out, his arms flexing as he used a smaller towel to dry his hair, now frizzy and messy atop his head.

“I-I’m okay,” I stutter out, turning away shyly, my fingers making circles on the counter.

The warmth hit me in the back, the weight of his body leaning into me, his arm reaching overtop my head.

“Sorry, I wanted a cup.”

My brain went hazy, I froze in place.

“You know you can sit down, (Y/N). I won’t bite.” His voice concerned and light. I decide he’s right, I was feeling lightheaded anyhow. I made my way to the leather sofa and took a seat curled up as far to the edge as I could get. The weight of his body on the sofa sent a shift in my body causing me to crash into his side, he didn’t twitch at all. My eyes focused on his throat as he downed a large glass of water, my own throat swallowing hard.

“You okay, (Y/N)?”

“Huh? Oh, Mm!” I turn away bashfully, biting my lower lip.

Jaebum leans back against the sofa, a low moan coming from his mouth, his legs spread apart, towel barely covering anything. I begin to feel parched. His eyes close, his arm draped across his forehead, another moan leaving his lips. “You-You okay, Jaebum-ssi?” I manage to ask him.

“Long day, Jagi.”

His muscles spasm and twitch as he spoke, his towel sharing only a crevice of thigh, I begin to feel the curiosity build in me. I inch closer to him, trying to remain nonchalant.

My arm brushes against his skin, still damp from his shower. His eye peeks at me, a smirk showing slowly. “Everything alright?”

“Ah, mm! Yeah I just, I wanted to ask you something.” I stammered, twisting my hair in my fingers.

He sat up a bit, his face leaving me breathless, hand cupping my face to look at him. “What’s that, Cheonsa?”

“…..How do you afford this place?” I blurt out effortlessly

His laughter filled the apartment, stomach bouncing a little from the deepness of the laugh. “That’s really what you wanted to ask? Well, I am a performer. I am part of a group and we do well.”

“Oh, what kind of performer?”

“I’m a singer in a group called GOT7, kind of a big deal.” His voice sarcastic a bit

“I see, is that why you have so many muscles? You have to be in this kind of shape?” I poked his arm.

“Cheonsa, I stay in this kind of shape for your eyes only.” His voice serious, fingers grazing my jawline.

I turn my head away, feeling shame in my heart.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” He sits up, hand on my shoulder.

“I don’t understand why you want me, all I cause is trouble, Jaebum.”

My heart racing as his hands cupped my face, ecstasy burning through his lips that pressed into mine, his hand moving to my waist pulling me into him. His body hard and warm, the ridges of his muscles grazing me. The friction of our bodies moving together as our tongues blended together, my bottom lip getting sucked into his mouth. I begin to feel overwhelmed, the fiery movements of his tongue in my mouth, his hands grabbing and pulling on my body to bring it closer to his. His breath intoxicating me with full arousal. His mouth moves to the crook of my neck, teeth tugging at my skin, I gasp out in response.

“J-jaebum…” I manage to cry out

He doesn’t let up, his hands pulling my shirt off over my head, my hair falling frazzled against my shoulders, his kisses grazing my collarbone leaving little purple bruises behind. He moans into my chest as he lays me against the sofa, his body pressing into me, his towel barely hanging on anymore. The slight flick of his tongue embracing my nipple, his hands mapping out my entire body. His mouth sinful against my body, his breath husked out pleasurable moans on my skin. His cock escaping from the towel now too loose to even attempt to hold onto his waist.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Jagiya,” his knee slipping between my thighs, his length stabbing me in the hip. Fingers caressing my waistline as he tugs my pants down, I help him slip them past my knees and onto the floor, my panties going with them leaving my entrance exposed. Jaebum pins my wrists down and kisses down to my core, teeth clicking against my clit, his tongue prodding its way to the opening until finally delving inside.

I bite back a moan, knees beginning to buckle. His tongue lapping at my clit and into my wetness, cause me to lose all control of myself. His lips leave a trail of kisses up to my breasts, his mouth taking in a nipple and swirling it around in his mouth. My hips arch up in pleasure, he positions himself over my body, his cock inches from my entrance, my body begging for him to go inside.

I tremble as he continues massaging my breasts his lips meeting mine once more, “(Y/N)” he growls into me, “I need all of you,…please.” His words leaving goosebumps all over my skin. “T-take me, Jaebum,” I shudder out in broken breaths.

He adjusts himself and slides his length into my core, wetness seeping out around him, tears rolling down my cheek, his cock almost too thick to fit. He thrusts it deep and slow, his face buried into my neck, his breathing heavy and shaky as our hips grinding together. My fingers tug and pull on his hair as my body contorts from pleasure, an orgasm inching its way to the surface. His forehead presses against mine, sweat dripping from his body with each thrust until finally the Earth stops spinning, “Ah, fuck Jaebum….fuck…” His breathing shallow and deep, “Gah, Jagiya….damn…” Our orgasms sending shockwaves through our bodies.

His body lingers over mine, eyes gazing into one another, a kiss on the nose with no words.

Jaebum, my hero.

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sillytaetime · 2 years

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Died Out; K.YY ff

Desc:// Maybe things would have worked out... as long as the flame hadn't died out.

Warnings:// none, really. This one isn't suggestive even a little bit. It'd just a cute lil fluffy relationship until the end with the break up and all, that's angsty and kinda triggering so you have been warned!

Pairings:// bf!Yugyeom x reader

WC://569

97 liners

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There was only one thing that could heal a broken heart. Time, right? No. Sex.

I'm kidding. Time really does make a difference. I spent time figuring out who I was since the break up.

It was kinda nice this way. I'd gotten so used to having someone with me all the time I forgot how it felt to have company in myself. Did I miss Jungkook? Initially, yes. But I'm happy now.

I've found myself and along the way, I made myself a best friend. But that didn't last long til we were trying to suck each other's face off.

*Buzz buzz*

"Mm- oh, yug, I gotta take this. I'll be right back!" I gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Yugyeom and I were quite quick into this relationship... but I think there's good reason for that. We have great chemistry. We never fight and we make time for each other.

"Ok, im back. Sorry about that." "It's alright baby. Was is work again?" "Yeah. They want me to come in." "You should go. I know you want to." "But I wanted this day with you.." "We have tomorrow babe. I'm not going anywhere." "You're right. I'll text you later. Love you." "I love you too."

Ok so I guess I need to fill you in. I was 13 when Jungkook and I broke up. I'm 18, almost 19 now. Yugeyom and I have been together for 3 of those years.

I'm so blessed to have Yug in my life. He's the sweetest, cutest, sexiest guy I've ever met.

[3 months later]

It's August 13, my birthday!

I woke up to a text from yugyeom. "Hey, wake up sleepy head. Be ready by 8, we have a big day ahead of us!" I smile at his text. "Happy birthday btw!"

It's currently 7:42am so I just throw my haur in a messy bun and put on a pair of leggings and a crop top. At 8 sharp, I hear Yugyeoms horn outside my house. I slip on my shoes and head out the door.

"Wow, yug. This is beautiful!" "I knew you'd like it." He smiled down at me. The rest of the day we walked around town, watched a movie, got coffee and cake at the cafe... it was perfect. Except for one thing... My heart wasn't fluttering at all. Not even when we held hands... he smiled at me.. when we kissed... nothing.

I figured sleeping on it would be best. I let yugyeom stay over that night and he woke me up with breakfast in bed. "It's your favorite!" "Oh, thank you baby!" I smile so he doesn't think anything wrong. It's weird still no butterflies.

[2 months later]

I'm going to break up with Yugyeom. It's been 2 months and I no longer feel the flame between us. I texted yugyeom about 5 minutes ago to meet me at the park. I've just arrived and I see yugyeom on a bench.

"Hey... yug." "Hey babe, whats wrong? You look sad." "Yeah. I am.. We need to talk." "What about?" "Ok, im just going to cut to the chase. We need to break up." "What? Babe why?" "I've fallen out of love." I didn't even want to hear what he had to say it hurt too much for me to confess this.

For a week, I received texts from yugyeom. And then they stopped.

Maybe we were temporary. It's time to move on. With time, I guess our flame... died out

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Ik this seems rushed, but that how I wanted it to seem and I wanted to keep it short. That probably makes it a really bad fan fic but I hope you liked it regardless. I'm working on a larger project about JK (aside from 97 line) and it's taking up a lot of time to even come up with a plot. I hope you guys look forward to my other works new reactions coming soon!

Requests are always open!

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop senarios #got7 #got7 yugyeom #got7 imagines #got7 reactions #got7 scenarios #97 line #dating #fluff #angst #kim yugyeom #yugyeom #yugyeom fluff #break up

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jae-daddy · 6 years

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Chubby (7)

Jaebum AU Series

one / two / three / four / five / six / eight

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader Genre: Angst, Romance, Mature Plot: you are being bullied, and JB decides to be your fake boyfriend. warning: this part does carry some disturbing and triggering content, please do not read if any of this affects you: mention of sexual assault (not rape, unwanted touching) a/n: hi, i just realised that even though this story is mostly light, it does have some underlying dark themes, so if any of the above does affect you, please refrain from reading for your own safety. It is not extreme, but I don’t know. welp, i hope y’all enjoy this!

The winter morning bit at your skin as you closed the door behind you. Your breath left your lips in clouds of white puff, disappearing right before your eyes. You straightened your bag on your shoulders, before sticking your hands into your pocket for warmth before spinning on your heels.

Your eyes widened as they fell on the figure in front of you. He was leaning against the wall that led to the stairs, making you halt in your steps.

His long legs crossed at his feet, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, as his head leaned against the wall behind him. Even so early on a bitter Thursday morning, Im Jaebum managed to look gorgeous beyond words.

Jaebum must’ve heard you, as his warm brown eyes darted from the icy damp concrete to meet yours. You looked at him in question, as he shot you a tiny smirk.

“Let’s get to school, girlfriend,” he began walking away, leaving you frozen at your spot.

“Fake girlfriend,” you muttered, under your breath, reminding your racing heart and warming cheeks. “He means fake girlfriend.”

“Aren’t you coming?” Jaebum called out, without looking back, making you snap out of it and race after him.

It was a few months ago when you and Jaebum were on cleaning duty.

Jaebum, of course, didn’t help you; it went against his rule of following the system. He sat on his desk at the back of the class; his earphones in and a book in his hand. Even if he wasn’t actually helping you, his presence was enough to give you the energy to clean the classroom spotless.

Jin, however, found this completely unfair and volunteered to have a conversation with Jaebum. But you knew Jin and her words sometimes cut deeper than a razor sharp blade. You told her it’s okay, that him just being there was enough, and without missing a beat she called you crazy.

“So, what do you want for birthday?” Jin asked you, as she straightened the desks, that sunny afternoon.

You stopped mopping the floor, for a moment, and really thought about it.

“I was thinking my ceiling looks kind of boring,” you replied after a while.

“Are you going to post your notes up there too?” She gave you a look with her hands on her hip. She knew you too well, and she knew that you would do that if you did run out of space.

“They’re not notes, Jin; they are poetry and lyrics.” You corrected her.

“Still words,” she mumbled under her breath.

“I want glow in the dark stars.” You said, softly, after a minute.

Jaebum let out a little snicker as soon as the words left you.

Your eyes immediately snapped towards him, in surprise. He quickly shifted his eyes away from you, as he cleared his throat and looked at his book in hard concentration.

Your heart hammered so hard in your chest at the thought of Jaebum listening to what you were saying, that you were about to faint from joy.

Did he care? Did he like you? The thoughts bloomed hope in your mind, as your cheeks flamed bright red.

“Crazy fan,” Jin muttered into your ear, shaking her head lightly.

You still didn’t know the answer to that, but some things don’t change. By fate or destiny, Jaebum and you ended up on duty together, again; and without a doubt, Jaebum wasn’t there to help you.

You thought about texting Jin for help but decided against it. The year-end exams were right around the corner, and unlike you, Jin actually had her future planned out.

She was going to be a doctor, and although that seemed difficult; Jin was a born genius. She always excelled in studies and managed to have a great social life. Jin was through and through perfect and a role model to you, but you both wanted different things.

Where JIn wanted to save the world, you wanted a simple job and a simple rest of your life.

You had your share of ups and down, and any more drama would just make you give up on life completely. However, you weren’t sure what you wanted to do; but you left that to time. At the right time, it will come to you, all you could do right now was work hard and make sure all opportunities for the future were possible.

You let out a sigh, as you tilted your head side to side, to get rid of the building tension. You propped the broom back down, before picking up the mob. Letting out another sigh, you picked another song to hum as you got ready to wipe the floor to sparkling cleanliness.

Just as the white twists of the mob touched the floor, before a single note could leave the back of your throat, the door of the classroom banged open.

You closed your eyes, hoping for Jaebum, but the coldness that crept into the room told you it wasn’t. It was Jenny you had guessed, it's always her that lead the torture train towards you.

You opened your eyes slowly, before lifting your eyes, getting ready to see her pretty face smirking at you with hatred that made your bones rattle. However, you didn’t meet her small face and doe eyes, instead, you were greeted by three guys.

All arrogant assholes that hung around Jenny; by around, you meant around. Even Jenny was repulsed by the rancid group and told them to stay away from her.

You gulped as you saw the awful grin on their lips as they stared at you with interest. The kind you showed to a meat sizzling on the pan, right before it fell on your plate. It made your stomach churn, and your grip to tighten on the wooden handle.

You lowered your eyes from their looming figures, their hands arrogantly tucked into their pants as their leader blew the hair from his eyes.

“You’re y/n, tong?” Yoon asked, ridiculed. “You’re JB’s new girlfriend?” He leaned in closer to you, his humid breath falling over your face, as his wrathful eyes peered into yours.

You lowered your eyes further, your body naturally taking a submissive stance.

“You’re not even pretty,” another one voiced, standing close behind his leader. “I wonder why he’s sticking around so long for?” His voice held a disgusting songlike tone, making you tear up as the others laughed.

“Maybe,” Yoon swang his arms around your neck, pulling you against him. “Tong, is hiding more than she’s showing?”

The others laughed, as your eyes burned, feeling pathetic.

Why couldn’t you fight back? All it’d take is a kick in the balls, and then beating of the other two with the mop, but you couldn’t do it. You had tried once and it was pointless if anything it broke things more than fixing them.

“Tell us, Tong,” his offensive breath whispered into your ear, making you turn away from him. “Is your body that magical that it’s even making JB stay for this long?”

You felt Joon’s hand flatten against your shoulder, slowly dropping lower.

The distaste and horror twisted in your guts, threatening bile to shoot up.

As you felt the sinister eyes of the other two rake your body, undressing you with their eyes. And Joon’s hands touch the middle of your back, dropping lower, to land sickeningly on your waist; fingers pressing into your skin, as his breath fell closer to your neck. You wished for the bile to come.

You wished for an earthquake, or the world to just end. You wished for something to get you out of that room, as you stood there standing still. Not moving a single inch, as your body shivered; feeling colder than the winter breeze is meant to feel.

The boys laughed as the mop fell from your hands, as you tried to push Yoon away, but your shivering weak hands did no damage. If anything, it made him more eager.

His hands on your tightened on you, making you feel dirty.

“Why don’t you show us what JB loves about you so much?” Yoon sneered, leaving the other two chuckling. “We’ll treat you well,” he told you, his hands descending lower, grazing your backside, as a tear fell from your eyes. Before adding, “Or as well as you deserve to be, Tong.”

“Please,” you whispered, your voice so quiet and desperate it pained you to hear how disgustingly weak you were.

Yoon and his boys didn’t care. Instead, his hands slipped lower, his finger running along the edge of your skirt.

“Please,” you breathed again, squeezing your eyes shut tightly, as your nails bit into your palm.

You felt the ghost of Yoon’s fingertip touch your thigh before a sickening crack sounded from beside your head.

“You fucking pervert!” Yoon’s body was ripped away from your side, as you heard another painful strike.

Your eyes opened, turning to find a fuming Jaebum gripping Yoon’s collar in vivid anger.

Yoon’s nose bled red, the dark colour falling onto his white shirt, and you felt bad for him. He only had two uniform shirts; now, only one. But you also felt repulsion by him, a tremendous amount of disgust and horror towards him. It ran sparking through your body but ended with plain horror and disgust aimed at yourself.

You didn’t do anything.

Jaebum pulled Yoon close to his face, his teeth snaring at him as his eyes raged the fires of heaven.

“Don’t you ever dare to touch her again.” Jaebum breathed harshly onto his face, before punching him one last time, before letting his body fall to the floor.

“And you two,” his eyes snapped over to the two terrified boys, “if any of you, ever, touch a girl like that again, I will tear your body apart. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.” The boys replied, immediately, before hesitantly pulling up Yoon.

“Don’t you ever dare to come near y/n again, and don’t think this is over,” Jaebum told them, letting them know they weren’t off the hook so easily. “I will come and find you later.”

You stared at the scene before you; your hands shaking you, as you felt nothing and everything all at once. Your eyes wouldn’t stop raining, as you stared at the floor, still dirty and uncleaned.

You were just like the floor; you couldn’t do anything but just be there. People can try and save you a thousand times; cleaning you up day after day, but that didn’t make a difference. You would always remain tainted with the same stains, always getting dirtier, always returning to who you truly were.

“Are you okay?” Jaebum asked, softly, standing in front of you. When you didn’t reply, he gently placed his fingers under your chin lifting your head up to meet his deep brown eyes.

You didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve the care or the concern in those breath-taking brown eyes. You didn’t deserve him looking after you; you didn’t deserve it.

Your red eyes stared into his eyes, watching the worry, anger and concern heatedly swirl in them. His grip tightening on your shoulder and chin, the longer he looked at you.

If you didn’t need him by you right now, Jaebum would’ve stormed out of those right this instant, and finish them. But, he stayed rooted at his spot, looking at your tear-streaked face and the fear, hatred and pity in your eyes, making his tummy churn.

He locked his jaw before he delicately wiped your cheeks and tucked a strand of wild hair behind your ear, as bend down to meet your eyes better.

“Let’s get out of here,” Jaebum nodded, his voice low and careful. He walked towards the back of the class, grabbing your bags, before walking back to the front and grabbing your hand.

His large warm hands clasping around your hand, dragging you behind him. All you could was stare at the dark-haired boy in front of you. His eyes deadly, jaws locked and knuckles starting to bruise.

As you took his messy appearance, you realised this is what people meant by Jaebum being the dangerous bad boy of the school. He did scare you with the sickening sounds of his punches, but more than that he made you feel safe and saved you; even when you weren’t sure if you deserved his mercy.

You stared at his broad back, his muscles flexing beneath his shirt. You took in the place where his dark hair stopped, and his beautiful skin began blending in. Everything about Jaebum blended in perfectly, even his personality. Everything about him made sense; and finally, him choosing you as his fake girlfriend made sense too.

People will never understand why someone as perfect and beautiful as Jaebum would go out with you. You were a safer bet than any other pretty girl; people will be confused, and the bullying his girlfriend would’ve had to face wouldn’t be anything new to you.

You had been bullied all your life, but never, never like this.

Did you deserve this? Did you truly deserve Yoon and his disgusting wandering hands?

For the first time, as you hand held Jaebum’s soft ones, you realised you didn’t. You didn’t deserve that, no one did.

And just like that, your steps flattered, as a sob began climbing it’s way up your throat. You hadn’t even made it past the doors of the classroom, and your legs gave out behind you, as a hiccup fell your lips.

Your knees folded beneath you, as you hid your face with your free hand, nestled closer between your legs.

Without a word, Jaebum bent down beside you.

His hand awkwardly petting your back, not knowing what else to do, and that made you cry even harder.

For the first time, there was someone who was there to make sure you were okay.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier,” Jaebum spoke, softly. “I went to get snacks-- I don’t know why-- today, of all days-- I’m sorry, y/n.”

“It’s not your fault,” you shook your head, as you croaked out the words.

You finally sobered up, after a few minutes, but the tears continued to fall.

“Can you stand up?” Jaebum asked, helping you up. You nodded, as Jaebum placed his arm around your shoulder for support, making you lean against him. “Let’s go.”

You nodded, exiting the room, before looking back.

“We didn’t clean the classroom,” you told Jaebum, your throat burning with each word.

Jaebum looked back, sighing before spotting two boys walking down the hall.

“Hey, you two!” He called out, grabbing their attention. “Clean room 5-A.”

“Huh?” The boys asked, shocked.

“Didn’t you hear me?” He snapped at the boys, making you jump in the process. His eyes looked at you worriedly, making sure you were okay, before turning to the boys, his voice softer. “Clean room 5-A, and come find me tomorrow. Ask for JB.”

“JB?” The boys gasped, starry-eyed, before bowing and rushing towards the room.

“You even have fanboys,” you chuckled as you peered up at Jaebum.

Jaebum shrugged before placing his jacket over your shoulders.

“It’ll be cold on the bike today.” He said, leaving no room for conversation as he continued walking down the hall. His hand in yours, and the other holding your bag.

Im Jaebum, saved you today as your boyfriend, but you knew that made no difference. It didn’t matter what label you put on your relationship with Jaebum; it doesn’t matter who it was, Jaebum would’ve done the same.

And that is why you loved Im Jaebum. He didn’t see a person, he only saw right and wrong, that made him admirable and more lovable.

But every time his eyes landed on you and your heart leapt in your chest, you couldn’t help but wonder what he saw when he looks at you.

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#Im jaebum #jaebum angst #jaebum fluff #got7 #got7 series #jaebum series #got7 senarios #chubby #bullying #fluff #jaedaddy #boyfriend #fake boyfriend #body positivity #Its not your fault kids #soz its long #and my grammars a mess #hope y'all like it

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dearlyjinie · 5 years

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I miss Jinyoung’s cheeks

#there should be a chubby cheeks emoji #i miss his cute lil cheeks they were so cute and squichable #and uwu #i just miss them so mucb #i hope he gets them back #got7 jinyoung #got7 imagine #got7 #jinyoung #park jinyoung #got7 senarios #got7 fake chats #park jinyoung imagine #park jinyoung imagines #park jinyoung x reader

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insphoeration · 5 years

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Write Me A Love Story

Fandom: IGOT7// AGHASE

Pairing: Im Jaebum X Fem!reader

Summary: College AU! JB is the most popular guy on campus who has a passion for writing, JB and the reader write to each other anonymously. Kind of sort of based loosely around Love 020 on netflix (got watch it, it will change your life!!)

Im Jaebum was the most popular guy at JYP university, he held a double major in film and music, he was talented academically but it was his looks that gained him the most attention. Although nobody knew about his passion for writing. He would often post anonymously on the school forums, and no one bothered to take a second look because it didn’t have his name attached to it.

You were an engineering major at the same university with a similar passion and identical idea of anonymity. You knew who Im Jaebum was and you’ve seen him around, obviously he was handsome but the way the other kids talked about him, often left you wondering if there was more to him than just his looks.

You passed by the soccer field on your way back from class to see a crowd formed on the sidelines. You knew that meant Jaebum was on the field, out of curiosity you walked closer. The soccer team was practising hence the large crowd, Jaebum wasn’t the only one with fangirls, the rest of the boys from dorm 7 were pretty popular too.

The group was pretty diverse, made up of everything from psych majors to kinesiology majors, but they mostly stuck to themselves, mostly except for Jackson, he was in your ancient lit class and you were pretty sure he knew everyone associated with the school. You oogled watched them practise for a bit before you had to go and study.

When you got back to your dorm you plopped on your bed and opened your computer. Your heart sped up when you saw Defsoul had posted again. Defsoul was a writer who posted mostly lyrics, sometimes short stories, about a month ago he messaged you saying he liked your piece, you weren’t sure when you started sub posting about each other but for some reason you preferred it like this.

Sparrow, As the days grow longer, so does my anxiety, it’s starting to seem as if the more sunshine there is the more pressure there is. I long for the days of cold quiet, when the air is still and so is everything around me. Where are you Sparrow? Do you feel the heaviness in the air as I do? Def.

And then in your personal messages, a question on if you thought animals understand people? By the same person. First you answered his post.

Def, I’m always right here. As much as I love the warmth on my skin, the air has been feeling heavier lately, sometimes it feels like it’s getting hard to breath. It’s times like these I really wish I was a sparrow so I could fly away and maybe then I could breath easier. Be strong, for the days will get short again and then you can breath as well. Baby bird.

Then, you went to your personal message and told him of course animals understood us, that’s a ridiculous question. He wasn’t online so he wouldn’t answer you right away, you closed the page to focus on your homework.

Jaebum’s after practise ritual was similar to your after class ritual. He got home and opened his laptop to check if you answered him, he grinned when he saw that you did. It was easy for him to talk to you. You had no idea who he was so talking about his troubles didn’t matter. Jaebum first saw your posts a few months ago, he was completely captivated ever since but something changed a few weeks ago, he met you.

He was looking for a book in the library, when he found it, there was someone sitting on the other side of the shelf, he didn’t mean to read your post but he saw his pen name and froze. When you signed it Baby bird, he couldn’t believe it, until you hit post and his phone buzzed. He private messaged you that day for the first time to ask what your favourite book was.

Since then, he’s seen you around campus, either tucked in a corner reading or on your way to class, you never saw him though, unless it was a soccer game then you only saw him, he’s always wanted to talk to you but never got the courage. It was ridiculous and he would never tell the guys because they would never let him live it down; the Im Jaebum couldn’t talk to a girl? Hell really has frozen over.

“What are you smiling about?” Jackson asked, bringing his face so close to Jaebum’s their noses were practically touching. Jaebum closed his eyes, Jackson could practically see the vein on his forehead, and was already running by the time Jaebum closed his laptop.

Sparrow, If you fly away, be sure to come back. I would like to come with you but I can’t help but wonder what would wait for me when we return. Sparrow, I’m afraid if we fly away, we can never return. Def

#got7 imagines #got7 senarios #GOT7 fanfiction #im jaebum scenario #im jaebum imagine #im jaebum fanfic #im jaebum fluff #lim jaebeom imagine #got7 college au #im jaebum college au #jaebum imagines

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markie-girl · 6 years

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Honeymoon Times

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Words: +5k

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“OMG! It's been a while since I've been here" you said with exciting hugging the guy next to you, "You've been here last year," he replied, "Yes, but it was for five days, for business and without you" you answered exciting, "Well, I hope you planned it right" he said smiling to you.

"Have you visit here before?" you asked after a few long seconds of silence. "Yes when I was young, but it's better to be here with someone who used to live here" he said winking at you, "Do you remember that we're going to meet my friends too? They planned a party for us" you mention to him,

"Does HE will be there too?" he asked. You could sense concern in his voice. "I believe so, he still is their kids' uncle," you said and quickly added smiling at him "He won't do stupid things since I told them to control him before"

"Yes, I don't want to start fighting him because he'll try to hit on my wife" he said holding your hand tightly.

"MARK! Don't worry, I'm already married to you and around them he'll behave" you snapped on him "besides Donna also invited others like James, Sara, Dave, Stefan, John and more people for you to meet for the first time" you said trying to relax him, "That's cool" he smiled to you, "They are all musicians too"

"Ok, so what we are doing today?" Mark asked changing the subject, "Well, first we need to get up from bed and then we'll walk to Oxford Street" you said, "Are we taking the Tube?" he asked, "No, we can walk there" you replied.

Mark looked at his phone searching on google maps. You wondered if he doesn't trust your familiarity with the area. "But according to google maps, it's thirty minutes walking" he said whining, "Don't you trust me? It will take exactly fifteen minutes top to get there" you replied laughing at his expression

"You’re the boss here" he said giving up, "I'm the boss, the boss, I'll make you feel this vibe… I'm the boss, the boss I am your stereotype" you started singing and laughing at the same time, "We said no K-Pop music for our honeymoon, that's including also C-Pop!" he said with fake anger in his voice, "But it's Yixing" you faked whining voice, "Same!" he said laughing.

"Should I put British ones?" you asked Mark since you needed some music this morning. "Could be better" he said and got up from bed to shower. You put the music on and looked at your suitcase to decide what you should wear until Mark will get out of the bathroom.

When you both were ready you left your hotel suite.

"So, how do we go to Oxford Street?" Mark asked intrested. "Let's put a timer, and I will show you how quick we will get there" you said proudly. Mark nodded pressing the 'start' bottom, "Let's go" you said and start walking straight until you got to Russell Square, and than turning left.

"Google maps says to go to the Tube" Mark stated suddenly, "I thought I lead the way now" you replied to him keep walking, "You are the boss" he said following you without understanding how you both would have gotten to Oxford-street, in the meantime you walked left through another ally.

"When will we arrive?" he asked making you feel like you were walking with a child. "well, we're going to see Oxford street in a two-three minutes maximum, so stop whining and keep going" you said laughing, "Ok, it’s been now five minutes since we started walking" he mentions, "If you'll keep stopping we'll never going to get there in ten or fifteen minutes" you said getting a little annoyed by his words.

You kept walking on the road until you saw the sign of "Tottenham" Tube, a few steps later you saw the "Primark" sign. "We are here," you said smiling, "I want to see the sign that said 'Oxford street'" he responded with devilish eyes, "Look up and stop the timer," you said pointing it at the sign of the street. Mark stopped the clock and looked to the sign you were pointing smiling, "How long?" you asked wondering if you made it on time, "Wow! 12.42 minutes" he said surprising, "You're such a dork sometimes" you told to him with a smile, "I am your dork, and you stuck with me forever" he said smiling

You laugh at his cheesy line and pull him close to you. Through the walking and talking, you stop at some stores and bought stuff that you wanted until you reached to the Big Bang. You took pictures of Mark and you then you went to the London Eye taking some pictures of the view and explaining Mark what he was looking at.

You suggest to him that it would have been better if you would have bought good sit tickets for musical and there is only one good place to do it but you both need to walk backwards, he nodded with silently in agreement.

"Don't worry, after we'll buy the tickets we can go to the British Museum and after that, we can relax all evening at our hotel suite" you said to him. You saw that he didn't like that long walking with bags after long flight with just four hours of sleep, even if it was business class, also you wanted to have more time with him although you might sleep early and he won't be able to see what you bought only for him, only for his eyes.

"Yes, it sounds like a good plan princess" he said smiling to you. You were about to enter to Starbucks again to buy hot chocolate because you had enough from all the coffee, until Mark pull you closer to him "enough with the coffee, you already drank four cups since we got up"

"I actually want hot chocolate, it's been a while since I drank it, and I just remember that we are in London and I love their hot chocolate with my chocolate-chip cookie," you said imagining the taste of them both in your mouth

"Ok, but that the last one for today, the next hot drink, if you want, will be tea, you know that caffeine isn't good for the health. Buy me one too!" he called when you were about to enter the store you sign him that you got his message and went to order it.

When you got to Leicester square, you discussed with Mark which musical you both should watch, which in the end was "Wicked". After buying good seats you walked to the British Museum, you told Mark that it will be better if you'll part your visit there since it's a huge place and even if you'll go twice you won't finish seeing all of it. He agreed so you only saw ancient Greece and ancient Egypt areas. Mark liked it very much and it surprised you when he saw the mummies it was so funny to watch him get excited and disgusted at the same time. That is why you took some videos of him and photos. When you arrived back to the hotel, you order dinner in your suite.

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Time flew quickly and it was already the party day. You were worried about this since you knew that your ex-boyfriend, who also used to be your fiancé, was there too.

Mark, until not long ago, knew him only as your ex-boyfriend and you needed to tell him two weeks before your wedding since you ran off fast, or better took a flight to your original country. You texted your friends and asked them if he will be there for sure, still having a little hope that he may not show up. Sadly, they told you he would have been there, but they mention to you that they already talked to him and explained to him that you are married now so he is not allowed to do stupid things because if he will, they will kick him out of the party, and he agreed to it. You were relieved a little but still worried because it would have been the first time Mark would have faced him, knowing what happened in the past.

"Princess, are you ready to go?" he asked you touching your shoulder which made you jump a little "you are still worried I will kick his ass or you worried he'll do something stupid?" he hugged you from the back kissing your cheek "it will be ok, I told you I won't do anything to provoke him"

"I think you don't need to do it, it might be just by seeing us together and our rings" you said turning to him and hugging him "are the bags ready?" you ask changing the subject "there are supposed to be ten or eleven bags" you said.

"everything is ready, it's just my wife is so worried instead of having fun with her friends and her husband" he said smiling to you "also, I hope you're not ashamed of our marriage, I'm daring you to take off your rings, those ring symbol us as married couple so –"

"Do you really think I will take it off?" you said shocking "there is no way I will do it ever, he can go to hell if it bothers him, he was stupid and lost me" you said bravely and changed quickly subject "well, we do have to go now or we might get there late, have you called the reception to find us a taxi? By the way, you take five bags and I take five bags it's too heavy"

"Yes, and ok although I don't like the idea you carry it. Why did you buy so many things for the kids?" he asked very curious, you remember he never saw you buying so many kids toys, Disney dolls, kid clothes and costumes "it was really funny to see you buying kid stuff, I wonder what will happen when it will be our kids" he couldn't stop laughing

"The kids see me only on face time and once in a while I see them and give them a huge hug as their aunt that lives so far away" you said smiling "well, about our kids shopping I am pretty much scared to think about it, there is so many cute kids and babies stuff"

When you arrived at Henry and Donna's house, the kids run toward you greeting you. You almost fell down laughing at their reaction to you. "Kids! Let aunt Y/N get inside the house first, you can jump on her inside, come-on" Donna said and came to you "Y/N, get inside or else it will be hard to hold them for long, they missed you so much" she said smiling.

"Is that my little girl Y/N?" said a voice behind you "it's been a long time since we saw you last. You got taller and even prettier" the voice kept teasing you "oh, you brought a friend" you started laughing "Don't tease her too much Michel, we don't want to see her angry, this party if for her" said female voice to him

"Sara is right Michel, listen to your wife" you said laughing. Suddenly you felt someone trying to get your attention when you looked down you saw Lily. "Lily? Is that you?" you asked the little blonde-haired girl with blue eyes who were looking at you. She nodded and you took her in your hands "You grew up so fast, now you are a big girl," you told her kissing her cheek "Maybe you should call Daniel, Allen, Jane, Cooper, and Lia" you suggested "and I will give you the presents" she was so happy and asked you to let her down to go fast to the kids that were playing in the living room.

"Kids, you have to promise me you'll be nice to uncle Mark" you told them "he also has some of you presents" they were walking to him and pushing him to you say in a cute way "uncle Mark… auntie said you have presents for us" he laughs about their cuteness and says to you "I get it now when you said you can't resist their cuteness" you looked at him with knowing eyes saying 'I told you so'

After you and Mark gave the presents to the kids and they let you go without keeping jumping on you saying thanks and kissing you and Mark, you went to the kitchen to grab something to drink when everyone was outside at the BBQ waiting for the food to be ready, you could hear them talking and laughing including the kids, you were so happy that Mark felt welcome and could hold there without you. You turned on the water heater since you wanted to make a cup of tea, but you felt someone was behind you when you pour the water to the cup.

"Very not British of you not to put milk too" the voice said "you used to love it a few years ago" he kept speaking, you tried not to look at him or get close to him "are you scared looking at me? What's wrong with that guy? Why suddenly he has a ring?" you could smell the alcohol from him

"Henry said me that he told you," you replied still not looking at him, instead you looked at the cup. "told me what?" he replied, "He's not my boyfriend anymore" you said quietly, "what do you mean not your boyfriend anymore?" he was shocked now and starting to get angry.

"John he is my husband we got married a month ago, we are here for our honeymoon, why do you think we are celebrating here?" you talked back loudly towards him "Do you think we ever had a chance to get back together? Really? After we got engaged and you cheated me? John, a girl will never do that, a girl will never get back to someone that cheated on her when they were engaged" you said taking a breath "even if I wasn't married or having a boyfriend I wouldn't go out with you, you belongs to my past now. I am a different person, I've changed in those years that passed. I don't love you anymore it took me a year to get over you and gladly the moving from here was a good timing"

"But Y/N, I always loved you. I never wanted to let you go" he said to you, at this point you started laughing "What's funny?" he asked, you respond "well, I'm not going to talk to you about the past, I have a better life now. I have a husband who loves me a lot who cherish me, he's the only guy for me" at that moment he got closer to you, he caught you in his hands looking at you saying "Do you really think he loves you better than I am?" he asked "do you think he fucks you well as I used to?" he whispered to you

"Can you please stop arresting my wife, you should be really careful in what you're saying to her" Mark voice was behind him "and to be honest, cheating is not cool, so I suggest you won't do it to your next girlfriend" John took a step back and looked at Mark "Do you think you better than me?" he asked Mark, "I don't think I'm better than you" he said "I know I am"

At that point, John tried to hit Mark with a box. "HENRY!!! MICHEL!!! STEFAN!!! PLEASE COME FAST!!!" you screamed, you tried to hold John and pull him off Mark, but both of them were too strong each of them wanted to show how manly they are, a few seconds pass and the boys were in the kitchen separating Mark and John. You looked at Mark's face to see he if is ok, he has an injury at his face and you got angry, very angry. You hear someone, maybe Michel, murmuring that you're mad. You walked toward John, who was held by Stefan, and slaps his cheek so hard that if there were more people inside the house they could hear it

"How dare you to touch him? How dare you to leave an injury on his face? Unlike you, he has a carrier. You, on the other hand, started to perform with unknown and so-called band, I really hope for you that in this week and a half of MY HONEYMOON it will disappear or else –" you haven't finished the sentence "I better shut up for now and hope well for you" you turned to your husband hugged him and kiss him, murmuring things in Korean so no one there can understand you both.

The rest if the evening went well, the kids kept you and Mark busy, no mention of what happened before. Mark tried to reassure you he is ok, but you still wanted to punch John again. The boys talked to him after you left with Mark outside and put some ice on the punch he got. From time to time you talked to Mark in Korean to check if he needs something and he kept replaying you in English.

"Y/N stop talking to him in korean we want to know what you both talking about" Stefan said laughing, "She just checking if I'm ok, and I am" Mark replied "you can try to make her stop, but she's worried so she won't " he said and they both laughed, "wait, did I become the joke now?" you asked smiling to them "Maybe" Stefan said, "what's wrong if the wife is worried about her husband well been hoping his manager and his group leader won't kill her bringing him back with injury" you said, "She kind of right boys" stated Henry behind you "he still famous singer" he kept saying and you laugh "singer? More like a rapper, by the way, Mark I wonder what will happen if I told Jackson what happened" you said teasing him "then for sure he would be dead" all of you laugh so hard.

You decided to go inside the house to call your friend and tell her what's happened although you agreed with Mark no communication with friends and family out of England. When you were about to press call, Allen was next to you "aunt Y/N" he said quietly to you, "what is it, Allen? Is everything alright?" you asked him "Yes aunt Y/N, we just want you to read us a book or two before bed" you were amazed by his request "of course, I will bring tea and come to your room, is everyone in your room or at the basement?" you asked him "basement" he replied "ok, so choose a book or two and I'll come in a minute" he nodded and run away.

You made you tea and left the kitchen to reach the kids. They were already under the blankets talking to each other and waiting for you. "AUNTI" the said together and gave you one book of "The dinosaur who pooped a planet" you started reading that book, you saw that Lily and Allen were already fast asleep when you finished that book, you took the other book "The dinosaur that pooped bed" you started reading, before finishing reading you saw that everyone was asleep. When you raised your head you saw Mark looking at you with admiring eyes. You hushed him and leave the book on the table nearby and left the basement.

"Wow, you sure are a good aunt" he said to you, hugging you close to him, "thank you" you replied giving him a pack on the lips "let's go, I'm already tired" you said, "yes, that's why I looked for you", you hold his hand and went up. "Henry, Donna" you called "the kids are sleeping and I think we'll go," you said, "are you planning to go to the park this week? If yes so we can come with the kids" Sara said, "Yes, to Kensington garden maybe in two days not sure, but when I'll do I make sure to text you guys, thanks for hosting us, I missed you so much and you all welcome in our house anytime" after you and Mark said goodbye you left to the hotel suite and fell asleep immediately.

The days pass quickly, it was your last three days in London you showed Mark so many things and even went to Greenwich and you bought so many souvenirs for friends and family in Korea, one of the things you got there was a keychain that shows dates and years, futures and past. You and Mark decided to have a lazy morning in bed and sleep a lot because you both love to sleep. Throughout your sleep, you could hear the vibration of a phone, you opened your eyes and reached to Mark's side table to check his phone, but it was not his. "That's yours, put it on silence!" he murmured from sleep and turn to the other side. You laugh at yourself and took your phone you only saw the number but you did not recognize it so you decline the call. A few seconds later it started again, so you got up from the bed and went to the living room of the suit

"It's about time you will answer, I hope the marriage hasn't changed you" the voice said from the other side, finally you realize who you're speaking with "James, is that you?" you ask, "Finally you remember who I am" he laughed, "Omg James, so nice to hear your voice, have you change your number? How is lil Morris? And Rory?"

"Ya! Who are those guys you're talking about?" It was Mark voice coming from behind you "tell me!" he demands. "James, wait a second Mark woke up now because of you" you said laughing. You hear James laughing and turn to Mark, "its James you met him at Henry's house, Rory and lil Morris are his brothers, we're just good friends, and I think his house in LA is at the same area your parents live" you told him. You return to your conversation with James "so Jamie what do you want?" you asked, "just wanted you and Mark will go to the park for some chilling together and maybe writing a little bit" he said quietly the last part "so that's what you want" you said knowingly "I will tell you what I want, what I really, really want" you laugh "spice girls, impressive. And for your wish I will get back to you with a text, I need to talk to Mark first" you said "awesome, Cya later sis" he said and hang up.

"So what does he want?" Mark asked quickly after you hang up. "He wants us to go to the park for chilling and he wants me to help him write," you replied "But it's up to you if you want to go" Mark was thinking for short minutes "If you want too, it's already nine in the morning and I thought we'll have lazy morning, but I don't mind" he said smiling to you "also, what writing are you talking about?"

"In the past, we used to write some songs, but like weird ones, about one of his bandmate since he was fucking every 'hot' girl he saw" you said laughing and remembering those time. "Y/N, that’s weird," he replied with a disgusted look. "It isn't, Dave liked it and loved to sing it"

"Wow, I will tell Jaebum you're writing we'll see what he will do, since when won the lottery?" he asked laughing. "Almost a month ago when I said 'I do' and wore white"

Mark and you went to the part to see James. You made sure everyone know you'll be there so they can come up with the kids and have good times which became to be a huge picnic in Kensington Gardens. It was like in the old times you all were sitting together some were chatting about life and life's problems. Some were playing the kids. You, James, Mark and Henry were sitting close to each other in a circle, James with his guitar playing randomly on the guitar. James showed you what he and Stefan had started so you tried to keep it with him, after thirty minutes you all decided to leave it be and sing some of the old songs. You were there until mid-noon.

"It was fun, wasn't it?" you asked Mark while you were walking to your hotel through Oxford-street. "Yes, it was a great time, also seeing you really happy. I wished we could come visit here more often since you looked so relax" he replied to you, "Yes, I missed them, I grew up with them, I used to go with them to tours if I was in a break from studies" you signed, "Yes, that James guy is so weird but he's cool" he comments, "Cool? I wouldn't say so, but he is clever" you said and shut your mouth for a second, something was wrong with what you said and you could not tell what. "Clever?" Mark said trying to copy the British accent that split to you. "Sorry, I couldn't control it" you said laughing, "anyway, he is smart. I hope he'll find a good girl". Through your walking to the hotel you saw Starbucks store near the tube station so you decided to but yourself a drink "Mark, do you want something? I want hot chocolate," you asked, "Didn’t we agree only tea for you?" he answered "I haven't drink it in a few days!" you complained, "Well, I want iced Americano" he said not replying about the hot chocolate you want. You order first for Mark than for you. "I think that's the best vacation I've had, my beautiful wife and her hot chocolate, amazing city, nice company, good coffee and two weeks of freedom" he sighs, "I didn’t order hot chocolate, I order twinning breakfast English tea" you said taking a sip from your drink. "Really? Why?" he asked surprisingly, "because I lost the willing for it, also it does better if I'll drink tea" he gave you a peck on the lips and smile. "you don't have to look too happy"

When you were at your hotel room lying in bed watching some British Entertainment TV show while making out a little bit. "I don't think I'm ready to go back home" you said whining "I don't think I'm ready to share you again yet, but we do need to go back to reality" Mark replied you. "Do you think your fan will notice your ring?" you heard your worried voice asking "Well, I don't know. They might but I do wear rings and usually they are almost the same, some that my friends bought me before moving to Korea, but I will ask PD-nim what can we do" he said hugging you closer to him. "If it makes it harder maybe it will be better if you'll remove it" you said "That's never going to happen like I don't want you to remove yours"

At the Heathrow airport, you were sitting with Mark at the Starbucks sitting area, you order hot chocolate for you and some iced coffee to Mark. he wasn't happy that you drink it. "Don't worry, it's my last cup until next time" you said smiling at him, "I know, do you want to go to the first class lounge?" he asked you. "Yeah, I think it better for both of us, also we can talk in a little more private" he took your hand and went with you to the direction of the lounge.

"Y/N? is that you?" you heard a voice behind you and Mark, you turned around to see who was it. "Oliver? Is that you?" you asked trying to recognize the person in front of you and Mark, "Y/N! I'm so happy to see you, how are you? what are you doing these days?" he asked so fast. "Well, as you know I left long ago and my parents moved to the states for short time than to Korea for one year, the short story I was here to celebrate my honeymoon with my husband Mark" you said and introduce Mark to Oliver. They both shake hands. "Wow, congratulations! She is an amazing person, you won the lottery" he said, "I know, I love her so much. How do you know each other?" Mark asked, "Well, I'm a musicals actor, she used to see lots of musicals and used to see musical I was participated in, I think the first one was Wicked, right Y/N?" he said smiling showing his dimples, "Yes, then Rock of Ages with Shane Ward, are you still in touch with him?" you asked, "Yes, we hang out from time to time. I will tell him I met you and said 'hi', he will probably freak out, you must visit again soon" he said, "we'll do our best, I promise to the boys' children I will come again, by the way, where are you going? Where are your wife and kids?" you said, "How did you know that I have a girl and not just George? They started our family vacation in Barbados, so I'm joining them today" he said, "Oh cool, and for your question, once a fan always a fan. I do try to keep track with you on twitter" you said smiling. "That's your story with everyone? Should I get jealous?" Mark asked laughing, "Olly, we need to take a picture so you'll show Shane you saw me, we can make him a clip so he is more jealous. Mark says so because I was his fan too" you said explaining what Mark meant.

Mark took a picture of you and Oliver, then you took a picture all the three of you. Oliver and you made a short clip for Shane also a clip to Rachel –Oliver's wife, they announce on the airport that the boarding to Barbados is starting so you hugged Oliver and said goodbye inviting him to visit with his family in Korea and text you.

After Oliver went, you kept going with Mark to the lounge. "We need to talk about what will happened when we land" Mark said, "I know, you should talk to PD-nim" you said "I don't want anything to happen to you I think it will be better if I will leave alone, but I don't want you to go alone home" Mark said worried, "well, make PD-nim organize the car with bodyguards and I can go with my car at the parking lot" you said. Mark turned on his phone called his PD-nim telling him about what you agreed, "PD-nim said it's a good plan, and we should do it" Mark said, "Good, so I'll see you after a while at home?" you asked winking with a smile to him, "Yes, I still don’t like it" Mark said, "Oh, I think it will be better you ask him about the ring" you said, "I'm so happy that you want me to stay with the ring on, I know that it's because I ask you to do the same" he said, "Yeah, but I think men with wedding ring is really sexy, especially when that man is mine!" you said, "I swear I fell in love with you again now, but don't dare to look at other men" he said, "I have the pretty one, who cares about other"

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Note: Thankyou guys for waiting so long for it! I just want to thank @weirdsofagirls for helping me with grammar and been there for me while writing it! Love ya girl <3 and I appreciate it. You also should check her page, she’s writing an amzing fiction on EXO Suho!

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Hi! Can I get a SMUT/FLUFF of Y/N and GOT7 MARK...Mark hasn't been home in 4 months and when he gets home he surprises Y/N with lots of attention, presents and PLEASING 💦🙌😊💦❤😉

An/ okay here we go!! I honestly rewrote this whole thing at the last minute. I didn’t like the first direction it went in but I’m pretty pleased with the results here. Hope you enjoy!

MISS YOUParing: Mark/ReaderRated: NSFW

Your day started off a little stranger than normal. Your were in the middle of making your morning Coffee when your doorbell rang. Frowning you made sure to grab your robe and secure it tightly around your waist. Heading to the door you frown even more when the security monitor picked up a delivery man holding a bunch of green balloons and what looked to be a baked goods basket.

Unlocking your door, you open it and smile kindly at the man in front of you.

“Good morning! We have special delivery for a Mrs.Tuan!”

You try hard not to roll your eyes and out right laugh in the man’s face but the situation was a bit hilarious. Over the past 4 months you had been receiving random gifts for a Mrs.Tuan, all of them sent from your boyfriend. He was away on tour and since you two haven’t been able to see one another every now and then Mark would surprise you with little gifts and trinkets. All delivered to a Mrs. Tuan, a bit of a running joke between you two.

Taking the basket and balloons from the man, you nod your head in thanks before closing and locking the door behind you. Walking into your kitchen you set the goodie basket down on the bar top and then make sure to tie your balloons off on the back of one of the chairs.

Taking a step back you take the time to admire your gifts. Reaching into the pocket of your robes you start looking for your phone but instantly remembered you left it on your bathroom counter.

Darting into your bathroom quickly, you emerge back out with cell phone in hand. Coming back into your kitchen you stand back a little ways to get a good photo of your gifts. Taking a few pictures, you were just about to find the right ones to send to Mark when your door bell goes off again.

Dropping your phone into the pocket of your robes, you walk back towards the door, this time the image of another delivery man holding a bouquet of pink and red roses. Opening the door the man greeted you like the other one. Saying how it was a gift for Mrs.Tuan. Taking the flowers and giving your thanks you close the door once more and head back into your kitchen.

Flowers, balloons and cookies and muffins. Mark was really going all out today. Blinking you grab your phone and quickly check the date. Part of you was worried you had missed an important day or something, but your anniversary was a few months away and your birthday had already passed and Marks was a few months away as well.

Setting the flowers down carefully on the counter you take a few pictures of them to, being sure to also get a photo of them with the other gifts.

Opening up your messenger app, you send a few pictures to Mark. “THANK YOU I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!! “

Closing and locking your screen you place your phone on the bar top and begin looking for a vase to put the roses into, but your phone going off alerted you of an incoming message.

Placing the vase down next to the flowers you grab your phone and couldn’t help the smile that slowly worked its way to your lips. Unlocking it and tapping on the notification. You leaned forward on to the counter and read his reply.

“Anything for you, but how’s my baby girl doing today?”

Typing back a reply you were just about to hit send when your door bell went off again. Deleting the message you were going to send you type a whole new one.

“Your gifts are beautiful, but how many did you send lol?!

Just before you went to answer the door you saw a response back.

“A few…”

Rolling your eyes you check the monitor again but this time a delivery man holding up a heart shaped box of chocolates greeted you in front of your camera.

Opening the door excitedly you suddenly pause when you were able to really take in what was going on. Not only was there one delivery man holding a box of chocolates, but there was also another three individuals behind him patiently waiting to deliver their own said packages.

“Umm…”

“Mrs.Tuan?”

Shaking you head you smile again and nod your head. “ I’m sorry yes?”

“Can you sign off on this for me please?” The man handed you an invoice, and your quickly signed off on it. Setting the box down on the small table set up by your door, you wait for the next delivery man to step forward, this one holding a smaller package, but it was wrapped up in a bag with the logo from well known shoe store in Myeongdong.

“Just sign here ma”am” Doing as instructed you take the gift from this one as well. Over the next 10 minutes you had signed for a total of 5 gifts. Two more had come up as you were signing off for the third delivery

Closing and locking the door you grab all of your gifts and shuffle awkwardly to the living room, there wasn’t enough room on the bar top for the rest of your gifts so you placed them on the coffee table instead.

Reaching for your pocket you don’t even bother checking the few unread messages you have instead you opt for calling. Putting your phone on speaker you don’t even have to wait two rings before the deep voice of your boyfriend reaches your ears.

“Good mor-“

“What the hell Mark?!”

The only response you received was a sharp laugh. “Mark I’m being serious!” Sighing you plop down dramatically onto your couch, and tried to sound angry but the smile on your face was making it hard.

And you could tell Mark had noticed because he laughed even harder. “Maaaaaaaark…” you whining at him seemed to do the trick because he calmed down enough to speak.

“I just felt like spoiling you today baby girl, anything wrong with that?”

You giggle a little. “ Well no, but this was a little excessive.”

“Did you opened all of them yet?”

Leaning forward you absentmindedly began picking at the wrapping paper for one of the gifts, “Not yet, but I need to leave for work soon.”

“That’s right, they can wait until you get off from work, but take a muffin or two with you for a snack.”

You heard a lot of background noise suddenly coming from Mark’s side of the phone. “You have to go?”

It took a second for Mark to respond back to you but you figured it was because he was talking to someone. “I do, my flight is boarding, I’ll text you later, yeah?”

Nodding your head you almost forget you were on the phone and he couldn’t see it, “flight? Where are you off to this time?”

You heard shuffling and you assumed it was Mark grabbing his things. “Tokyo fan meet.”

“Tokyo? Bring me back an All Might plushie!”

You could feel Mark roll his eyes, he thought your anime obsession a bit dorky but he thought it was cute at the same time, “ yeah yeah miss you…Love you…and I can’t wait to see you.”

“Miss you the most…love you the most and I can’t wait to see you the most.”

It was a silly thing you and Mark started doing when he was away during promotions, now most if not all of your phone conversations end this way.

Hanging up, you sat your phone down next to you and stood up from the couch, bring your arms high above your head you stretch and start heading towards your bedroom to finish getting ready for work, but your door bell ringing again stopped you.

“Ugh Mark Tuan I swear…”

Heading towards the door you don’t bother with checking the security monitor and just unlock the door and open it instead. You had expected there to be another delivery, but what was or who was standing in front of you wasn’t another delivery man. Instead it was the face of someone you had only been able to see through either you phone screen and tv screen for the past 4 months.

His mouth was hidden behind his black face mask and the hat on his head blocked most of his face from few but you could still tell who it was.

“Delivery for Mrs.Tuan..”

Squealing you launch yourself at the man, your arms wrapping around his neck and your legs locking tightly around his waist. Burying your head into his neck you hug him tightly.

Silence filled the space between you and Mark. Him standing half in the hallway and doorway and you cling tightly to his body like a koala. “This isn’t a dream right?” You whispered against his neck.

You feel Mark shiver from the sensation and tighten his hold around your waist. Suddenly your body is moving forward as you hear the door close behind the two of you. “I’m all real baby I swear.”

Moving your head from his neck, you move one hand to knock the hat off his head and next move the face mask down. Searching his face a small smile slowly works its way to your lips. You didn’t know how long you were looking at him before you felt one of Mark’s fingers brush against your cheek, wiping a tear you hadn’t even realized fell.

Without missing a beat you close your eyes and bring your lips to his own. The kiss had surprised him at first but it wasn’t long before his lips were moving against your own. It started light, just soft brushes but that soon changed.

The feel of Mark pressed so tightly against your body seemed to have had ignited a fire. Biting down playfully on his lower lip you tug on it and let it go, rolling your hips forward in a teasing manner it doesn’t surprise you when you can feel a bulge start to form. “If you’re real, then why don’t you show me…”

Mark chuckled and you responded with a giggle of your own when you felt his hands move from your waist to cup your ass. Mark leaned forward and started placing teasing nips down along your neck then back up to your ear, to suck lightly on the lobe. Heat shot straight to your core, “Good thing I already called your office and said you were sick…”

With the way Mark’s teeth and lips attacked your neck what he said almost went over your head. Almost.

“W-wait what?” Cupping his face with both hands you pull him away from your neck that was probably already covered in hickeys. “What did you do?”

Mark wiggles his eyebrows and smirked. “I called your office and said you would be out sick today.”

Laughing you shook your head “I can’t believe you!”

You feel your ass rest on something and you find that Mark had led you both to the kitchen and sat you down on the bar top. “Did you honestly think I would let you go to work today?”

Arching an eyebrow you lean back slightly and look at him smugly. “Let me? You’re not the boss of me Mark.”

Mark’s hands move up and down your thighs, your robe having come loose exposing your bare skin. Tilting his head to the side, the intensity of Mark’s stare had you subconsciously trying to clench your thighs together to ease the sudden ache between them.

“I’m gone for a few months and you have such an attitude now, what happen to daddy’s baby girl?”

His fingers slowly started moving to your inner thighs, creeping towered your heated center. His touch and husky voice rendering you speechless.

“You use to be such a good girl, always doing what daddy says.”

A response spilled from your lips before you could think properly. “I can be a good girl!”

His fingers stopped creeping forward but they began drawing small designs along your skin. Your body was almost trembling with need. You normally were able to hold out longer than this but it had been so long.

“I don’t know, can you?”

With your arms still around Mark’s neck you used leverage and pulled your body almost flush to his own, closing off any space. “I’m sorry daddy…I can be good.”

You whimpered softly, as you watch as Mark looked down towards your lips and then back up to your eyes. “Daddy…please.”

Groaning Mark closed his eyes an crashed his lips to yours and started violently pulling open your robe. Following his cue you immediately go to start undoing his pants. Your robe fell open you shiver when the cool air meets your bare chest, you had just gotten out of the shower when your doorbell first rang.

A harsh pinch to your nipples had you moaning against Mark’s mouth, which he sooth with a gentle pass of his thumbs. Freeing his belt from his pants, you unbutton them and pull the zipper down. Grabbing a hold of both his boxers and jeans you push them down until his member bobbed free.

With your eyes closed you faithfully reach forward and wrap your hand tightly around Mark and began pumping him. Mark tears away from your lips and let’s out a curse. “Shit..”

Giggling you lightly brush your lips against the corner of Mark’s mouth “You okay daddy?”

Mark suddenly grabs the back of your knees and pulls forward, forcing you to open your legs wider to accompany him, putting your wet center on full display for him. “I will be..”

Slapping your hand away from him, he doesn’t even allow time for a retort before he is easing slowly into your pussy inch by inch. The feeling of him causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “Fuck…too long.”

“Agreed, Daddy promises to take his time later” He wasn’t even fully inside before he pulled out and slammed right back in. Your ass had come off the counter, with the force and if you weren’t already holding onto him no doubt you would be on your back right now.

“Da-“ with ever thrust of his hips it was getting harder for you to think straight. Normally Mark would take this time to tease you about your lack of thought, but with the way he was moving that was furthest thought from Mark’s mind.

Mark’s hand suddenly pressing against your neck had your eyes opening wide. Your gaze met mid thrust and you tried hard to keep them from closing again. But the subtle clench of his fingers had you forced to focus.

No words were exchanged and you could tell by his silent command that he wanted you to keep your eyes on him, but when he pushed you back, so that you were forced to support your own weight on you arms you were slightly confused.

However when Mark’s hands both shifted to your hips to get a better hold you understood immediately. Your previous position really limited his movement, and when he pulled out to only shove quickly back in, it felt deeper than before.

Your eyes almost closed then, in fact they did close when the gasp erupted from your lips. But a harsh whisper from the man above you had you obeying. “Open.”

With your eyes locking again, his movements got even more erratic, his thrust became short but deep, he was barely pulling out half way before driving himself right back in, which caused your clit to be overstimulated. With each thrust inward Mark was all but grinding himself against it. Rolling his hips in a teasing circle motion. “Dadd-dyy” “Are you going to be a good girl for daddy now?”

You nodded almost violently, your body shaking from the movement . “Yes! I promise!!”

He chuckled above you, really loving your cute quirks. “Then do what daddy say…”

One of his hand moved from your hips, and found its way to your clit, with his forefinger and thumb, you felt him pinch hard. “ And cum.”

The swore you saw white, and if it weren’t for the way your heart was pounding in your ears you would have thought you went deaf.

Slowly your surrounds were coming back first thing you felt was Mark’s still pulsing cock along you lower stomach, and from the wet feeling across your torso you guest he must have pulled out.

“I…cant see”

Mark gave a breathy laugh, “Opening your eyes would help.”

Groaning you bring your hands to your face to cover it. “I don’t think that’s helping r/n”

“Shut up Tuan.”

“Love you to baby girl.”

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