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pairing: human prince jaebeom + vampire princess female reader
genre: fluff, angst, forbidden love (kinda?), arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, vampire, royalty, fantasy au
word count: 8.3k+
warnings: cursing, mentions of war, depictions of violence, suggestive sexual content
summary: in an effort to end centuries of war, you agree to a political marriage with the enemy. you never considered that your circumstances could allow you to indulge in matters of the heart. that is, until your intended pushes past your boundaries, tempting you with intelligent banter and salacious, midnight promises.
rating: 18+ (mdni)
authorâs note:Â thereâs a convo here that is inspired by shadow and bone s1 and bridgerton s2! also hope that u guys spot the midnight promise in this part hehe (itâs one of my fav scenes that iâve ever written!).
Eumoiriety (adj.) - happiness due to a state of innocence and purity
Pairing: Mark Tuan (GOT7) x Fem!Reader
Genre: Established Relationship AU, Fluff
Rating: sfw, pg13
Warnings: Kissing, tickling, talk about pregnancy
Wordcount: 1.510
A/N: This story kinda got out of hand.. like I did not plan to go this way.. I actually didnât plan anything with this.. it just kinda happened.. welp.. please enjoy this one shot and tell me what you think!
Mark placed his hands behind his head and leaned back into the pillows, sighing softly. He woke up earlier than necessary and didnât see the need to get up just yet. His attention drifted to your sleeping form right next to him, one of your arms slung around his middle rising and falling with his breathing. Mark removed one of his hands to push some strands of hair out of your face, smiling when he finally saw your squished sleeping face.
You groaned softly and rubbed over your eyes until they fluttered open and searched for Mark.
âMorning beautifulâ, he greeted you with a voice still deep from his previous sleep.
pairing: bambam x gn!reader / genre: fluff, friends to lovers r: pg15 / wc: 686 / warnings: a suggestive sentence near the end (with this title what did you expect)
another entry for the #tipsydrabbles repertory :)
âOne more and we go, alright?â you said to Bam, watching how he moved effortlessly against the beat playing in the background.Â
Bambam nodded as he continued to move effortlessly against the beat playing in the background. Like the excellent dancer he was, he needed to get this routine done before leaving, not minding if you got to spend another three hours practicing.Â
You would have been compelled to let him get his way, but he started to look exhausted.Â
âIâm serious.â you called again, already getting up to pack up both your bags.
Summary: Yugyeom is pretty cute and also pretty dumb. He keeps getting into accidents and you keep having to save him from them. When the two of you go to support a mutual friend, perhaps your relationship will bloom even more.
This story is written for 2022âČs Ghibli Collab. The masterlist is here! :)
so likeâŠi know i was supposed to include something else but i couldnt make it sound right so heres a short and sweet fic
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âWhat did you do now?â you ask your classmate, Yugyeom, without even looking up from the book you were currently reading in the school library. You had heard his footsteps stop right behind you and his breathing on your neck.
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Can I request a Jackson wang x reader weâre he calls their dog princess and all those cute nicknames and spends more time with their dog and reader feels insecure and replaced by the dog and one day when Jackson games home the fist ting he does is run to reĂr dog and kiss it and than goes to reader and gives her a small kiss and hug before he disappeared to the sower and when he games out he finds reader crying.
Sorry if this was long and so â detail â ïżŒ
Oooohhh this was such a wonderful idea!!! Don't be sorry for the details! Hope you like the way I wrote this!
Canine Royalty
Pairing: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x (hinted) Fem!Reader
Genre: Established Relationship AU, Angst, Fluff
Rating: sfw, pg15
Warnings: feelings of neglect, love hate relationship towards a dog, dread, pet names - not just for the pet, feeling heartbroken, crying, thinking about breaking up, more crying, Jackson being dumb but also he notices it himself, even more crying and that should be it...
Wordcount: 1.224
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. The clock on the wall peacefully continued to display the time, ticking almost too loud for your ears during every passing second.
Yet the silence within your apartment was almost deafening.
You sat on the couch and stared into the void, dreading the return of your boyfriend. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed the small puppy that Jackson bought one day changing its sleeping position.Â
You loved that puppy, you truly did. It felt less lonely with it demanding your attention during the day, whether it was for a walk, a game or some intensive cuddles.
But you also hated it. Surely, it wasnât the puppy's fault and yet it made you insecure. Ever since it started to live with you, you gradually turned into thin air. Of course, who could resist such a cute fluff ball and you didn't mind Jackson greeting the dog first, since it ran to the front door as soon as it heard the keys jiggle. It didn't mean though that you didn't want the same overly lovely greeting from your own boyfriend - or at least a slightly more emotion-filled greeting.
"Oh to be a dog", you mumbled and patted the puppy, smiling sadly when it turned further on its back and whacked its tail. "Wish I could be that careless."
As if it sensed there was something wrong with you, it didn't jump up immediately when Jackson entered the apartment. It sat up and stared towards the general direction of the front door but it refused to leave your side.
"Princess?! Why is my sweet little baby?!"
Your jaw clenched and tears welled up in your eyes, the shame of knowing he didn't mean you by those names, weighing down on your heart like a heavy burden.
Jackson called again and the puppy nervously tapped on its paws next to you, unsure on what it should decide.
You took a deep breath, the glimmer of hope that Jackson would greet you like he missed you throughout the day still burning inside of you. "It's alright", you whispered and tapped the puppy's back, watching how it leaped from the couch and squealed excitedly, when it met Jackson in the door to the living room. It jumped around and tried licking his face as he kneeled down and cuddled it enthusiastically, calling it pretty and good and even telling it how much he missed being home to play with it.
You stood up and stepped towards Jackson, waiting silently for him to finish his greeting. Your heart pounded heavily inside your chest, begging for his attention, for his embrace, his touch, his love. The glimmer of hope sparked when Jackson looked up and met your eyes.
He kissed the dog and mumbled something towards it, before he stood up and came over to you.Â
"Welco-"
You werenât even able to finish your greeting when he hugged you and pecked your cheek. And for a split second you were whole again, you felt appreciated and loved again. For a split second you forgot about your insecurities and worries.
Until he pulled away without a word and walked off towards the bathroom.
You stood in the middle of the living room, frozen like a statue as your heart and the glimmer of hope tried everything to find a reasonable solution for this behaviour while your mind and anxiety screamed at you Jackson didn't love you anymore.
When the noise of running water from the shower hit your ears, you broke down. The pain in your knees was dull compared to the pain you felt in your heart. You hugged your upper body tightly as if you wanted to prevent yourself from falling apart. Still, the sobs broke through your sealed lips and the tears soon enough didn't just stain your cheeks but the floor as well.
The puppy crawled next to you, whimpering while it licked over your hand, trying to give you some comfort.Â
"Oh my god, what happened?" Jackson dropped next to you and wrapped his arms around your curled up form, pulling you closer to his body. "Are you alright? What happened? What's wrong?"
You somehow managed to tell him through your sobs that he didn't love you anymore, breaking out in even harder sobs.
"Why would you think that? Of course I love you! There is no doubt in my mind about the love I have for you." He gently rubbed your back and rocked you gently back and forth until you calmed down significantly.
"Then why aren't you showing that?" You dared to look up into his face, seeing your tearful, yet accusing, eyes in his.
"What do you mean?"
You sighed deeply and closed your eyes, another wave of sadness hitting you. More tears silently ran down your cheeks, which Jackson wiped away with his thumb, and your lips quivered just as much as your voice trembled when you spoke again.
"Every morning you leave without saying goodbye. To me. Every evening you come home after a long day of work. We haven't seen each other for hours and again I don't hear a single word from you. But you call out for our puppy, cuddle and play with it, smother it with kisses and cute names like sweetie or princess. For months I stood next to you, hoping to receive the same affection and love but with every passing day my presence to you vanished more and more. So don't tell me you love me when I'm clearly nothing but thin air to you!"
Jackson tightened his hug, holding you close to his body as if he was afraid you would leave him any second. It would be a lie if you hadnât thought about it but your love for him and the way he clung to you let that thought dissolve again. âIâm so, so sorry.â
You held still in his arms, too overwhelmed with emotions to react properly. Your lower lip quivered again and you blinked rapidly looking around the living room as you tried to sort through your thoughts.
âIâve been told my clinginess drives people away. Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry.â
âI never said that.â
âI know you didnât, I know!â Jackson sighed shakily. âI just thought I should keep it low. Just to be safe, I guess. Itâs stupid. Hearing me say that now, makes me realise that, but I honestly wanted the best for you and me at all times. Iâm sorry how stupid I was. I just thoughtâŠâ He sighed again and hid his face on your shoulder, holding you even tighter now. âIâm sorry.â
Despite struggling, you turned around in his hold and snuggled into him. âDonât ever do that againâ, you whispered and felt new tears roll down your cheeks. âI want to cuddle with you, I want to get a lot of your attention, I want to be called princess too.â
Jackson laughed shakily and started kissing up your neck. âI wonât, I promise! Iâll smother you with all my love until you want me to stop!â
You smiled softly. âIâll never want you to stop.â
âGood.â Jackson kissed your cheek and rested his head on your shoulder, blinking almost cheekily up to you. âBy the way, I donât call you princess because youâre my queen.â
authorâs note: appeasing the thirsty readers lmao. also appeasing myself. this is going to be my last contribution to this au for a while, since i'm going to be working on other projects. anyways, i hope that this is a satisfying epilogue for my dancer yugyeom stans. anyways, thank u for your support and i hope to see u for the next one <3
âWhere are we going?â you ask, craning your head to the side in an attempt to catch something in Yugyeomâs expression that will tell you. Instead, youâre met with his cheeky smile, eyes focused on the road ahead of him.
âYouâll know eventually,â he answers cryptically, causing your eyebrows to furrow. Youâve waited an entire week for your first official date with him and heâs withholding information already. Suspicious, you look out of the passenger side window of his car to collect clues.
But then, your mind wanders to his car.
You chew at the inside of your cheek as you remember part of his confession in the dressing room last week.
âWeâre not fucking for the first time in a place like this.â
âOh? What kind of place did you have in mind?â
âMy bed. My couch. My shower. My car. A wall. My kitchenâŠâ
You shake your head internally, squeezing your eyelids shut as if youâre trying to expel the indecent thoughts from your mind.
Date first, you scold yourself, other things later.
Then, you pass a familiar sign on the street, and the one second glimpse of it quickly reminds you of its significance. A small, surprised gasp escapes your lips, and Yugyeom giggles.
âItâs ok, right?â he inquires, almost sheepish.
âOf course, it is! Itâs more than alright,â you exclaim, the sound of your enthusiasm easing any nervousness that he had previously, âItâs⊠Actually⊠Really romantic, Gyeomie.â
He pulls into the parking lot as you talk, smiling to himself as he backs up. With an arm wrapped over the back of the passenger seat, he cranes his head to look out the back. Clearly, heâs absolutely elated by your positive response but your eyes catch the sight of his jaw and neck clenching instead. You swallow, eyelids fluttering as you push away the urge to pepper kisses along the angles; the need to wrap your arms around his neck and slide into his lap to make do on the plans that he so vehemently vocalized to you-
âReady to go?â he interrupts your train of thought, and the heat on your cheeks continues to spread to the tips of your ears.
âMmhmâŠâ you nod, blinking hazily before turning around, reaching for the car door handle. With a satisfying click, the door opens to reveal Yugyeomâs outstretched hand. With your heart leaping out of your chest, you take his palm and breathe a sigh of relief when his fingers interlace with yours. Looking up, you smile at the familiar sight.
The restaurant that you took him to last year. The exact place that you started to fall for the tall, talented, and handsome dancer boy currently leading you towards the familiar door.
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Itâs perfect. The closest to perfect that youâve ever experienced, really.
He talking just as animatedly and passionate as he did that day, alternating between sips of chocolate milk and bites of a personal sized pepperoni pizza. But, itâs just that heâs your boyfriend now. Itâs an admittedly incredible benefit. Even so, as youâre listening to him go on and on about a teaching mishap that he had with Bambam yesterday, you cannot believe the fantastic turn of events.
Does he know that his nose scrunches when he giggles? That the corner of his eyes crinkle and his head throws back when he laughs?
âAre you ok? Youâre a little quieter than Iâm used to,â he says mid-bite, cocking his head to the side at your silence.
âMmhm. Iâm just happy. And I like listening to you talk about work,â you answer, smiling to relieve any uneasiness that he mightâve had.
âIs that it? Because Iâve been wondering why you havenât said anything about my food choices,â he quips, gesturing at the plate of food in front of him. You giggle in response, covering your mouth to prevent food from spilling out. After chewing sufficiently, you part your lips in defense but he stops you before you can say anything.
âChocolate milk is good. Burgers are good. Spicy food is not good because it hurts,â Yugyeom defends before taking a sip out of said chocolate milk, brows furrowing cutely.
âPoor baby with his baby tastebuds,â you tease, laughing audibly when he nods in agreeance.
âYes. I am baby,â he responds, so tonelessly that youâre a hundred percent sure that he isnât being serious.
It makes you laugh again, only this time you can barely restrict yourself from choking on your food before you scoff, âSure.â
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You two manage to stay and talk until closing. In fact, you barely noticed that the restaurant was empty until your waiter attempted to kick you both out of the restaurant as politely as possible. After quarrelling over the bill, Yugyeom paid it this time around after reminding you that you bought him a coffee yesterday. So, you reluctantly obliged.
No rock, paper, scissors game this time around. Without another word, he takes your hand and leads you out of the empty restaurant. The door opens and youâre immediately hit with the crisp and refreshing night air, biting Yugyeomâs cheeks pink with each gust. The walk in the parking lot remains relatively silent until he stops in front of his car, his hand twisting in yours until your fingers entwine with his.
âListen,â he begins, pausing to stroke your knuckles with his thumb, âI want to invite you back to my place to hang out for a little longer, if thatâs ok.â
His face is contemplative, almost concerned, as if thinks that you might be uncomfortable with the invitation.
âPlease donât feel pressured to agree because of what I said⊠UhmâŠâ he trails off, shyly peering his eyes to the side as he reminds you of last weeks filthy promise, âAnyways. If you want to leave the night as is, I will.â
A small smile seeps into your expression at the caring nature of his words. He couldnât be more wrong, but you greatly appreciate it anyway.
âIâm more than happy to hang out with you, but isnât Bam home? I donât want him to-â
You stop, chewing at your bottom lip at what youâre implying. It isnât like you donât enjoy Bamâs company, itâs just that youâre not sure if he should be present for what you have in mind, visualizing the way that Yugyeomâs best friend might cringe at the sight of you cuddling with Yugyeom on the couch, or worse.
âOh, Bam isnât home. Heâs at Jackâs place, actually,â he says, so nonchalant that youâre convinced that heâs unaware of the way that the revelation pushed your mind to end up in a gutter somewhere.
Alone. In an apartment.
With Yugyeom. And a bed. And a couch.
âOh,â you make a noise before swallowing, hoping to disguise the fact that youâre pleased with that discovery.
Very pleased.
âGreat!â he exclaims before grabbing the passenger door handle, opening it with a click, âAfter you.â
Yugyeom uses his free hand to gesture to the open door, guiding you inside with his palm. The warmth of his hand seeps into the base of your back, and the sensation prompts a chill to run up your spine. Your eyelids slip closed for a short second, focusing on the presence of his touch before he removes it, bringing you out of your daze when the car door slams shut.
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When Yugyeom said hang out, he really did mean hang out, and nothing more.
And itâs driving you up the wall.
After dinner, he pulled you into his empty apartment, kicked off his shoes, took your coat off, and proceeded to plop onto his couch. Not to make good on that promise from last week, but to watch a movie.
Youâre not mad. The fact that youâre currently sitting between his parted legs with his arms wrapped around your waist is making you anything but mad.
Youâre just⊠Frustrated.
Frustrated beyond belief that heâs been focused on the movie for the past hour, when all you want is to feel the heat of his palms on your bare skin; to have them wander in between your legs with his lips on the nape of your neckâŠ
Just the thought of it has you closing your eyes in an attempt to prevent all of the indecent visions from flooding your mind. Unfortunately, heâs making it very difficult to prevent that. His chest is pressed right up against your back, and his left hand is sliding from your waist to your thigh, finishing with a slight tightening of his grip. Youâre not sure if itâs subconscious or not, but you widen your thighs as a response to his touch. The movement is so minute that youâre not even sure that heâs noticed.
That is, until the hand on your thigh travels down; slowly and with increasing pressure, to the hem of your dress. His fingers start to play with the pleated fabric, tracing and teasing the skin underneath until you find it difficult to breathe properly. The audio from the tv should be enough to cover it up but all you can hear is the sound of your own laboured breaths. Youâre so preoccupied in fact, that you barely notice that youâre squirming backward, right up against his crotch.
âBabe,â he breathes against the shell of your ear, right arm tightening around your waist as his left hand finally ventures underneath your dress and up your thigh. A small noise escapes you, but Yugyeom mistakes it for protest. You can sense an apology coming from him as his touch retracts, so you grab his wrist and place his hand right where you want him.
âNo,â you pause to shake your head, âDonât stop.â
Yugyeom freezes for a second, as if unsure where to begin. So, you decide to give him some direction through your hazy, very turned-on mind.
Covering the back of his fingers with your own, you guide his middle finger up your clothed slit, and he makes a low noise against your ear as a result.
âTouch me,â you plead desperately, emphasizing your need by caressing your clit with his fingers, demonstrating with a pressure and speed that you like to start with. Luckily, Yugyeom seems to have gotten the memo because in no time, youâre clawing at his thighs instead of directing his touch.
The back of your head tilts back to rest on his shoulder as he continues with his ministrations, seemingly concentrated on getting you off. The circles that heâs pressing against your clit starts to increase in speed, and you practically keen against him. Your hips are starting to twitch and your thighs are struggling to remain open. In fact, your legs snap closed with a gasp when his fingers dip under the fabric of your underwear, touching you directly.
But then, he removes his fingers and begins to tap against your clit repeatedly, teasing you.
âI hate you,â you whine toothlessly, displeased that your orgasm was taken away. He chuckles when you start to squirm against him, but the sound quickly devolves to a groan when your ass grinds against his crotch again. Heâs definitely hard, and you would almost feel smug about it if you werenât seconds away from coming.
âAre you ok with this?â he asks, and you nod before whispering with a meek yes.
Yugyeom doesnât respond. Instead, he forces your thighs open again, digs his fingers into the muscle, and drags them across your skin, as if warning you not to do it again.
You chew your bottom lip at the thought, unsure if you should heed his warning. But then, his hand slides into your underwear again and prods against your wet core, making you disregard that initial thought. Your entire body tenses against his as he circles your entrance with a single finger. He gathers the wetness there before sliding upward, giving your now swollen clit a quick, teasing flick.
Surprised by your sensitivity, you gasp, hip thrusting up slightly to chase his touch. Itâs torture, and you start to whine in protest.
âSo wetâŠâ he whispers at a volume where you just manage to catch it over the sound of the tv. The teasing lilt of his tone causes you to widen your legs further.
âFingers,â you demand unintelligently, hoping that heâll understand with a single word. Sentences are beyond you right now.
âSo bossy,â he teases you with a playful nip on the skin of your neck. You blink, and suddenly, his fingers are no longer between your legs. Instead, he uses that same hand to hike up your dress, allowing the fabric to pool at your waist. You begin to protest but a slick sound makes its way into your ear.
Itâs the sound of his tongue licking a stripe up his fingers.
Without another second wasted, his free hand pulls the lace of your underwear out of the way and the other slides two fingers into your core.
You let out pleasant hum as his fingers move gently, as if heâs trying to get a feel of what you like. He alters his pace and the angle of his fingers, carefully taking note of what elicits the most positive response from you. His experimenting continues until his fingers delve particularly deep, shifting to a spot that makes your hips twitch.
That reaction isnât lost to him as he repeats that same action over and over and over, driving you so out of your mind that you canât hold back the moan from bubbling out of your lips.
âGod, thatâs- MmphâŠâ your sentence trails off when the pressure becomes absolutely perfect. Heâs curling his fingers so deliciously that you canât stay still. Yugyeom has to wrap his free arm around your torso to keep you from moving too much.
âGood?â he asks, voice thick with arousal. Clearly, heâs also losing his composure. That, and the fact that he keeps groaning when your ass slides up and down his clothed length.
âMore than good,â you answer breathily, gasping loudly when his free hand slides into the neckline of your dress to grasp at your breast. He gives it a brief caress before pinching your nipple, the combination of sensations causing you lose it.
One hand grapples at his wrist and the other squeezes into a fist as you practically dangle over the edge of release again, only to be denied it a second time. He removes his fingers and youâre so needy that your back arches and your entire body trembles.
âI shouldâve known,â you pant, chest rising up and down with each laboured breath, âShouldâve known that your teasing would extend to sex.â
âWell, I want to savour it,â he answers with a giggle much too innocent for what he was doing to you with his fingers. Then, loosens his arm from around your waist. Not one to waste an opportunity, you twist around as fast as you can to straddle him, immediately reaching between his legs.
âYouâre lucky that youâre cute,â you smile at him playfully, gripping his cock through his slacks. The teasing expression that you saw before has effectively disappeared, replaced with droopy eyelids and an agape mouth.
âYouâre cute, too,â he says, smirking before giving you a deep, searing kiss. His arm wraps around you as the other hand glides up your spine to tangle into your hair, pushing your lips against his harder. The action makes you gasp in surprise, which gives him the opportunity to delve his tongue into your mouth further.
Youâre now lost. Lost in the way that his hands feel on your body. Lost in the hot, throaty groans that youâre swallowing up with your kisses. Lost in the way that he seems to know exactly where to touch; to nip; to lick; to bite. Heâs starting to graze his teeth over the nape of your neck as his jaw drops open, unable to focus with your hand in his pants.
âI want to make do on what you told me last week,â you confess, shaking when Yugyeom starts to suck at a sensitive spot just under your jaw.
âYeah? What do you wanna start with?â he asks, breath hitching when you pull his cock out of his slacks. You give it a few pumps with your hand, just to see him shiver underneath you.
âCouch,â you start, initially losing your train of thought when he starts to buck into your hand, âWant to ride you. Is that ok?â
Yugyeom groans against your skin, now damp with sweat, âYeah, thatâs- Fuck yeah, thatâs way more than ok.â
His enthusiasm makes a grin spread across your face, and Yugyeom melts it away by pressing another kiss to your lips.
âWait here,â he says, and you reluctantly slide off of his lap to allow him to move.
âAnd donât worry, Bam wonât be home for another three hours at least,â he adds with a wink, and you nod.
So, you wait, only having enough time to remove your underwear from your legs, your bra, and to slip the straps of your dress off, allowing the fabric to gather around your hips. Once Yugyeom leaves his bedroom, he throws something at you; something small, but you catch it with ease. You recognize the familiar, square foil packet, so you rip it open with your teeth. Youâre so preoccupied with getting the condom out, that he surprises you with a hand on your chin.
With a gentle nudge, you look up to see him staring down at you, the most concentrated and heated that youâve ever seen him.
âYou just gonna stand there, or you gonna lay down for me?â you smile against his lips when he leans down for a kiss.
âHave I ever told you that youâre so fucking hot when youâre bossy?â he whispers hotly, right before giving you a quick peck.
âHmm⊠Canât say that you have,â you answer as you pull at the hem of his black turtleneck, prompting him to remove it. After pulling it off with a swift tug, you push him down on the couch and swing your leg over his hips, effectively straddling him. You shift, gathering the skirt of your dress up towards your waist and rest your wet folds on his length. The simple contact is enough to make you both sigh out.
âGuess that I have to make it up to you,â he promises, looking up at you with such awe, with such reverence and love that you smile down at him, trying to show in your own way that you feel the exact same fucking way.
So, without another word, you get the condom on, allow him to push his pants down as much as possible, and slide his cock inside you. The initial stretch burns a little, but it eventually blooms into pleasure when you begin to move your hips; slow and steady, reveling in the gasp that Yugyeom lets out from underneath you.
âYou know how you can make it up to me?â you ask as you plant your hands on his abdomen and grind down, âFuck me like you promised that you would.â
He chuckles playfully in response, sliding his palms up your thighs before grasping at your ass, âYour wish is my command, sweetheart.â
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Thereâs something about it.
Maybe itâs the fact that youâre fucking in a communal space with your clothes half on; breasts hanging out of your dress, his bottoms gathered at his knees with his shirt off, butâŠ
Itâs wholly indecent. Absolutely fucking filthy, and that feeling is only intensified by the wet, slapping sounds of skin against skin, the low groans slipping out of Yugyeomâs lips, and the cries of your own pleasure. Each snap of his hips is met with your own thrusts backward, and the all-consuming assault of sensations is so⊠Itâs soâŠ
âGood,â you moan into the air, breath hot and sweltering against his wet lips as you lean down, âYou feel so goodâŠâ
Yugyeom curses colourfully at that, confirming in your mind that he agrees with your heated statement. Doubling down, he plants his feet on the couch, wraps an arm around your waist, and bucks into you hard, causing your entire body to jolt forward in surprise. Then, he repeats the same action over and over and over until youâre so debilitated; so mindless and lightheaded that youâre forced to clutch onto the armrest for purchase.
âThis what you wanted?â he asks mid-thrust, voice hoarse. His breath fans against your damp neck, temporarily cooling your warm skin.
Unable to form a sentence that would be remotely coherent, you nod vehemently, pressing your lips together in an effort to stay quiet. It only just dawned on you that you should be a little quieter, as Yugyeom lives in an apartment complex, filled with neighbours that would surely be disturbed at the ruckus you two are making.
But then, you feel his tongue slide up the curve of your neck, swirling against the skin before latching his teeth against your earlobe, nibbling gently.
âCâmon, use your words, sweetheart,â he goads you on, tightening his hold on your body as you moan at the pet name, âTell me how good Iâm being.â
Your heart flutters at that command.
Oh, you realize, he wants you to praise him.
Very well.
âYouâre doing so well, baby,â you abide, and Yugyeom instantly moans at that. Just the sound of it makes you move harder against him, and the pleasure spikes so rapidly that itâs nearly impossible to keep talking. But somehow, you continue by focusing on pleasuring him.
âFucking me exactly how I want, you feel so goodâŠâ you add, trailing off when you see Yugyeomâs eyelids flutter, mouth falling open as a moan becomes stuck in his throat. Heâs trying his best to maintain eye contact but you can tell that heâs on his way to completely losing it, and his thrusts are nearing a rhythm thatâs rough and uneven.
But it isnât like youâre any better. Youâre equally as overwhelmed, effectively fucked out as the pleasure relentlessly winds up, curling and tightening in your core. Both of you canât seem to acknowledge anything in your vicinity; not the sound of the television, not the hum of the refrigerator, not even the way that the lamp flickers when Yugyeomâs hand accidentally smacks against the switch. Nothing, except for the urge to touch whatever you can reach; kiss whatever you can kiss, and the culmination of it all has you keening on top of him, walls clamping around his cock to the point of madness.
âOh, shit,â he breaks your kiss by throwing his head back, Adamâs apple bobbing when he attempts to gasp for air, âOh, fuckâŠâ
It seems to you that Yugyeom is completely ignoring any potential concerns about volume because heâs getting loud. Loud, loud. As if without a care for his neighbours, Yugyeom lets out deliciously rough groans, sounding delirious and needy so incredibly hot and fuck-
âClose,â you gasp, lungs equally burning for oxygen, âDonât you dare fucking stop.â
He nods dumbly, squeezing his eyelids shut as he trembles underneath you.
âSweetheart,â he moans out, loosening his arm from around your body. It causes you to let out a questioning noise, but the momentary confusion is instantly eased when his hands reach up, searching for yours.
Immediately, your heart softens as he rubs his thumb against the inside of your wrist, pausing momentarily before covering your hand with his palm. He laces your fingers together and tightens his grip, desperate and almost afraid. As if you would leave him cold and empty, just as you did a couple of months ago.
He doesnât verbalize that insecurity. However, he makes it apparent in a different way. His facial features melt into a state of pure vulnerability and his body fully surrenders to yours, actions completely set on pleasing you and ensuring that heâs worthy of you. Worthy of your time, your mind, your words, and your body. Itâs as if heâs attempting to prove himself.
And what an absurd attempt it is.
Worthy? No one understands you the way that Yugyeom does. No one makes you laugh as much as he does. No one makes you feel like this, as if your entire body is suspended midair, dangling over the edge of happiness, ecstasy, delirium, and pleasure, all at once.
No one is more worthy than he is.
And with a reassuring squeeze of his hand and a hot, searing, and desperate kiss, you try your absolute best to tell him that, all without a single word.
Then, all Yugyeom has to do is fuck into you once, twice, before you shatter on top of him, hips twitching uncontrollably as the sensation of your orgasm overwhelms your senses. Your core, slick and wet and tight, flutters around his cock with such force that he comes with a throaty half-shout. The noise crawls out of the back of his throat, and heâs so loud that he feels to need to tuck his head into the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against your exposed skin as his jaw drops open.
Your entire body hums with pleasure as his cock twitches inside you, slowly softening as the minutes pass. He begins to press wet kisses against your neck, and you canât help but giggle at the entire situation.
You, lounging on top of him with your breasts spilling out of the bodice of your dress, cock still inside. Him, laying on his shared couch after being thoroughly fucked by you with his pants half off.
âI canât believe that we had sex on my couch,â he gasps, slapping his palm against his eyes in disbelief. You laugh in response, placing strategic pecks all over his face to get him to remove his hand. Luckily, it seems to work because his eyes start to peek through the gaps of his fingers, twinkling with humour and mischief.
âDonât tell Bam,â you remind with a smile, shifting on top of him until his slips out of you.
âI wonât tell him if you wonât tell him,â he replies, lifting up on his forearms to give you another kiss. While the urgency is gone, his lips still move with such sweet, earnest passion that your spine tingles.
âHow about a shower?â he asks against your lips, breaking the kiss for just a moment.
âOnly if weâre having one together,â you grin, elated when he nods in agreeance.
However, his nod is laced with a certain level of mischievousness that makes you suspicious. So suspicious in fact, that you're sure that the shower that he has in mind will be especially long.
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Sex in the shower was not a good idea.
Sure, it started off great. His lips against your neck, his hands finally roving all over your naked body, unhindered by the fabric of your dress. You got to marvel at all of the tattoos that decorate his body, especially appreciating the gigantic wings that sprawl across his back.
But you two got a little too enthusiastic. Perhaps it was because you two wanted to make up for lost time but the second that two shampoo bottles fell from the shower rack and hit your head, he decided to stop.
Itâs ok though, because the highly spirited activities continued on his bed, after the shower.
Thank God that Bambam wasnât home.
âSweetheart?â Yugyeom says, interrupting your train of thought. You were absentmindedly tracing the lines of his constellation tattoo as he sat beside you, phone in hand as he scrolled through social media. He nudges you with his elbow before continuing, âCan I ask you a question?â
You nod wordlessly, leaning against his shoulder as your back sinks in his upright pillow, allowing you both to rest against the headboard.
âWhen did you know?â he starts, voice soft. Your brow furrows at the unspecific question, tilting your head to face him. Youâre instantly met with the sight of him; hair fluffy and dishevelled and as handsome as ever. Before you can speak, his eyes already staring back at you, tender and curious.
âKnow what?â you answer, shifting closer to him.
âKnow that you loved me,â he replies, cheeks dusting a pale pink. Restless and antsy, his fingers search for yours underneath his comforter.
âIâm not sure,â you start, pausing when you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, âIt wasnât really a single moment. Just a lot of moments mixed together.â
You reminisce on your practices together, and how they evolved from a shitty meeting to an exchange of simple advice to simple favours to full-on concern and care. The moments that you two spent together felt intimate, more nuanced than simple friendship, and that single evolution made your heart fall for him faster than you ever anticipated.
"You just had to be so annoyingly sweet that I allowed you to worm your way into my life forever," you joke, and a cute giggle escapes him.
"Don't you worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stick by you and be as sweet and annoying as possible. That's a promise," Yugyeom grins in response, squeezing his grip on your hands. Then, he captures your gaze, pupils slightly illuminated by the single, dim lamp that rests on the nightstand beside you.
âBy the way, for me, it was when you asked me to play rock paper scissor for the bill,â he admits before leaning in, pressing an achingly sweet kiss on your temple.
A quiet gasp slips from your lips at his admission, "You remember that?"
"Of course. It's where I fell in love with you. And now, it's where we had our first official date," he revels at your speechlessness, taking the chance to place a soft kiss on your temple. Once he pulls away, he's met with your eyes widened in surprise, aching with soft affection.
âMy boyfriend is such a little romantic,â you whisper, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his. You find the admission so endearing that your head dips underneath his chin, kissing those cute moles that youâve been wanting to kiss for forever.
"I guess I have to change your name on my phone now. Not sure if asshole is the most accurate description for you anymore."
âSay that again,â he requests, completely ignoring the latter portion of what you said. You make a questioning noise, so he adds in a voice a little breather than usual, âSay that Iâm your boyfriend again.â
A grin spreads across your face, âYou, Kim Yugyeom, are my asshole boyfriend.â
âYou know what? Iâll take that,â he says, and you laugh even more, giggling through the kisses that youâre sharing with him in his bed.
And you like the sound of it too.
Kim Yugyeom. Your boyfriend.
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Pairing: Jackson x Reader
Genre: Smut/PWP
Rating: M
Summary: Jacks pins you down and fucks you senseless.
Word Count: 0.6k
Warnings: unprotected sex, that stroke game is not weak, rip the ovaries
Written for @madness1999sworldâ as part of Tipsy Drabbles with @got7writerscollectiveâ. Hope itâs good! Smut directly under the cut <3
Pairing:Â Jackson x Reader, Yugyeom x Reader, Future GOT7 x Reader
Genre: Angst, Soulmate AU, Poly AU, Enemies to Lovers AU
Rating: T (explicit language)
Summary: GOT7 is promoting SeoulMate by wearing their device and going to âsearchâ for their soulmate. While their devices are active, theyâre not allowed to contact their soulmate. That is until they pair with you.
Word Count: 6.5k
Warnings: None really, just some time with a lawyer, more grumpy Jin and good olâ ot7 quality time.
A/N: Edits done! Lemme know if I missed anything. It was close to 8k but I moved a scene to the next chapter since it is more Yug-centric. After this, weâll be in the member-centric romance arcs! Woo!
Kristenâs apartment always smelled like a garden in bloom. She heavily favored floral scented candles and incense sticks. The swirling mixture of jasmine and smoke greeted you when you approached her door, her opening it before you could even knock. If sheâd been in the window waiting for you, you missed it. Then again, your mind was a mess, a labyrinth of torment and confusion. She pulled you in for a tight hug.
âI know youâre tired,â she sighed as she rubbed your back, âso I set up the air bed for you.â
Okay so I love this new yugyeom image he looks so hot and just so different and so himselfâŠ.. so can you do a yugyeom x reader base on his new image pls đ„ș I love your work so much your so good at it thank you for your writing â€ïžâ€ïž
Thank you so much! I'm glad you think so! I wasn't exactly sure if I got the right image.. but after a little discussion with the people from @got7writerscollective and a very intriguing picture I came up with this! Hope you like it!!!
Skaterboi
Pairing: Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) x GN!Reader
Genre: Skater AU, Fluff, Strangers to lovers, Humour
Rating: sfw, 12
Warnings: Yugyeom being a tease, skating and not being good at it, some kisses.. thaaat should be it..
Wordcount: 987
âHeâs so cool!â
You bit on your lower lip, trying to prevent your proud smile upon hearing the kids gasping in awe.
âWhen I grow up I wanna be like him!â
âMe too!â
âOne day Iâll just be as good, for sure!â
Your eyes wandered from the kids to the man they were admiring, your smile now on full display. It didnât surprise you that they looked up to him.
You caught his attention, making him smirk mischievously. He did another flip before he almost calmly rolled around the course, only to lift his shirt and wink at you, sticking out his tongue teasingly.
Yugyeom was in his element. Free, wild, stunningly handsome and confident in what he did. Anybody would fall for him. You most certainly did. Quite literally even. Well. Almost.
A year ago you had discovered your old skates again and after trying them on and noticing they still fit you, you felt the incredible urge to try skating again. What could have gone wrong. Skating was like riding a bike, wasnât it? At least thatâs what you thought. But you were incredibly wrong.
The minute you stood up from the bench at the skatepark, you started wobbling around, arms making big circles in hopes to keep you steady. Thatâs when you started to roll. Panic was written all over your face since you hadnât intended to leave the bench or anything in general. After all, you wanted to have something like a handrail for support, but now you rolled into open space and had no idea what to do.
At the same time Yugyeom arrived on his board with a few friends, chatting with them while rolling through the park. He didnât see you but as soon as he heard your panic screech his head whipped around. He didnât have much time and he moved rather on instinct than knowing what he was doing.
You on the other hand were quite sure that you blacked out, because the next thing you knew, was how you clung to a very tall and very handsome guy for dear life. âIâm so sorry.â
âNo worries, you alright?â
You swallowed harshly and avoided looking at him. You desperately wanted to flee the situation but you knew you would make a fool out of yourself the moment you would let go of him.
âFirst time skating?â
âWhat? No! I used to skate quite a bit when I was younger!âÂ
He huffed in amusement, moving one of his hands away from your body. He kicked his board up and caught it in his free hand. âLet me help you, sweetheart.â
If the embarrassment wasnât enough to heat your face, that little word sure did the trick. Still, you thanked him, telling him where your stuff was.
âMaybe you should start skateboarding insteadâ, he said, lifting his board to underline his statement. âItâs easier to jump off it when you lose control.â
âI think I should stay away from any of that to be honest.â You still held on to him, basically in tow while he walked to your stuff. For a minute you even worried that you might be hurting him with your grip but since he didnât say anything, you quickly forgot about it again.
âI canât keep it at that now. Let me show you the joy of skateboarding.â
You were still sceptical but agreed nonetheless under the condition he showed you first before you would try anything.Â
And so he did. He moved around swiftly with the biggest grin on his face possible. At one point it even looked like he had wings on his back, carrying him through the air with each flip.
You watched him in awe, falling for his carefree attitude and the lightness of his movements. You still stared at him with a slightly agape mouth when he stopped in front of you, pushing his hair out of his face and grinning down at you.
âYour turn.â
You literally heard glass shatter inside of your mind, picturing you on that skateboard, being as elegant as a fish out of water. âAre you sure?â
âAbsolutely!â He nodded and held one of his hands out for you to grab it.
The first few weeks you simply met every now and then, after that you hung out regularly - even staying at each others for the night. And seven months ago Yugyeom asked you to be his.
Even though a year had passed Yugyeom still hadnât given up on teaching you how to skate. Hence the reason he stopped in front of you again, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips.Â
âYour turnâ, he grinned.
You rolled your eyes but stood up anyway. âYou know I actually practised and came up with a move Iâm very confident in!âÂ
Yugyeomâs eyes widened in surprise, followed by an excited and proud smile. He followed you like a big puppy, his teasing attitude gone momentarily. He stopped in front of the ramp you had jumped up on, a quizzical and slightly worried expression adorning his features.
âYou ready?â
Yugyeom nodded tentatively.
You grinned brightly and sat down on the skateboard, pushing yourself down the ramp with your hands, whoo-ing as you rolled towards Yugyeom. You raised your hands over your head, making grabby motions until Yugyeom caught them and stopped you in front of him.
The minute you looked up to him, he burst into a fit of manic laughter, going down to his knees and doubling over. âYou could become a proâ, he wheezed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you with his board closer against him. âGosh, I love you.â With that he kissed you again, still snickering into the kiss.
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Word Count: 0.4k
Warnings: None. Tis nothing but fluff.
Pairings: King!Jaebeom x Reader
Summary: When the newly crowned King approaches you for a dance.
The ballroom was decorated in extreme detail. The flowers were freshly picked. Every string of garland was hand-crafted with the finest materials. The food was prepared by the kingdomâs most talented chefs. The kingdomâs most famous orchestra played with flourish upon a stage.
All for King Jaebeomâs coronation.
There was a stunning mix of colors that swirled about the dance floor in the form of ball gowns. Every hue imaginable and yet just one stood out to him. Stole his breath and attention with one glance.
His favorite dress was green.
Maybe it was the way it clung to your curves whenever you stood up to accept a dance. Or maybe it was the way it floated around you as you twirled about. Jaebeom had seen you in lots of dresses, all different. But this one was his favorite, hands down. You looked like a fairy-tale princess. Ethereal and elegant. The second the song began to fade, he found himself rising from his chair. He cut through the crowd, ignoring those who politely bowed to him. His eyes were on you. The way your eyes sparkled as you danced with yet another man whoâd been brave enough to ask.
Jaebeom tapped the gentlemanâs shoulder and cleared his throat. The man turned, nearly breaking his neck as he did a double take. âY-your Majesty!â
Jaebeom smiled. âHello.â He turned to you. âMay I cut in?â
âOf course!â He bowed slightly and backed away from you.
Jaebeom quickly took his place, gently taking your hand as he placed one of his on your waist. He was aware he shouldâve asked first, but knew he wouldâve kept asking until you caved. He took a step closer. âYou look stunning tonight.â
âThank you, Your Majesty.â You were nervous. He wished he knew you well enough so youâd relax. âAs do you.â
The world seemed to fall away as you both continued to sway back and forth. The conversation was polite chit chat that dissolved into a comfortable silence as the orchestra transitioned to a new piece. Jaebeom couldnât recall the last time heâd been this calm and content with someone. It was then that he knew his search was over. Heâd finally found his queen.
âWhatâs your name?â He asked softly, eyes glued to your lips.
â_____.â Your voice was music to his ears, soothing like a lullaby.
âMmm, _____.â He savored the way his lips formed each syllable. âWould you like to have dinner with me tomorrow?â
Genre: Action, Assassin AU, Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Humour, Angst
Rating: nsfw, 18+
Warnings: mentions of killing, worrying about death, an explosion, grumpy got7 in the morning, talking about killing someone, tension between the reader and Jinyoung, Jaebeom being hostile
Wordcount: 2.290
A/N: Iâm trying to get back into a writing rhythm despite work being a lot⊠so yeah⊠please enjoy this chapter and tell me what you think!
Masterlist
Jinyoung stared at you without moving or reacting at all. Even his eyes didnât move a bit, which would have been an indicator that he was trying to analyse you, but with him being like a living statue you had no clue.Â
The longer he stared at you the more unnerving it became. Still, you refused to budge now. Refused to take your question back. You were sure you had the right guy. Right? A shimmer of worry flared up inside of you. What if you just revealed you had been spared by an assassin to the wrong person? You could feel your heart pounding against your ribcage. All while your breathing became more and more shallow. This wasnât good.
âYou knowâ, Jinyoung suddenly spoke up, a hint of a smirk playing over his lips, âitâs said that curiosity killed the cat.â
I watched that movie just for you... just so you know. Also I'm sorry it took me a while but smut is really hard when I'm not horny myself... anyway here it is!!!
One year
Pairing: Lim Jaebeom (GOT7) x Fem!Reader
Genre: Angst, Mafia AU, Smut, kinda strangers to lovers, slight yandere AU
Rating: nsfw, 18
Warnings: reader is the yandere and manipulative person, a car accident where the father dies, descriptions of reader torturing someone, degrading (nonsexual), the reader uses her body to entice Jaebeom, mistreatment of women, the reader's hair gets pulled and she gets spit on (in a nonsexual way), someone gets stabbed with a letter opener, same person gets shot and killed, now the smut: unprotected sex, breast play, rough sex, creampie, mentions of a lot of sex, mentions of voyerism, riding, reader showing some psychotic tendencies, jaebeom getting off of it, mentions of death threats, a second car accident aaand major character death. That's it.
Wordcount: 8.001
A/N: I switched it up a little from the movie.. less Stockholm Syndrome, more manipulation and the reader is Mr. "Are you lost babygurl"... I just had to... Please enjoy this one shot and tell me what you think!
âDo we have a deal?â You asked in a low tone, leaning back in the large chair to look down on the people across from the table. You raised an eyebrow in question when they didnât answer immediately.Â
Your gaze flickered to your men, standing right behind the spokesperson. Both of them took a step closer to the man across you, looming threateningly above him.
âYes, yes, we have a dealâ, he gritted through his teeth and grabbed the pen, signing the papers on the table as fast as possible.
Your red lips parted into a bright smile. âWonderful! Now that that is settled, how about a drink?â You snapped with your manicured fingers and a butler hurried inside, bringing you a glass of alcohol. You inhaled the scent of bourbon, loving the burn already as you swirled it around in the glass. The large ice cube clinked against the glass, disrupting the tense silence in the room. âTo a great partnershipâ, you cheered and raised your glass, staring pointedly at your newest business partners, who reluctantly joined you.
âGosh, I hate these business dealsâ, you grumbled under your breath, walking through the foyer of your corporation once your men had dropped you off after the meeting and searched for a parking spot now.
You unbuttoned the top buttons of your blouse, feeling less stuffed already as you headed for the elevators. When your gaze roamed around the foyer and landed on the broad shoulders of a man, you halted and observed the moment.
The man bowed to the secretary, exchanging a few words with her, before he turned around. Your eyes locked and it felt like the air got sucked out of your lungs when you recognised his face. You watched him shortly bow to you as well and then leave the foyer.
You immediately made a beeline to the front desk, asking what he wanted. You slowly nodded along to your secretary explaining what happened, demanding to get the application documents he apparently left before you headed back to the elevators.
As soon as you were in the elevator and the doors closed, you skimmed through the document, scanning all the valuable information in there. A smirk played over your lips as you closed the folder again. This was exactly what you needed.
Lim Jaebeom.Â
You read the name over and over again. His application documents were on the table in front of you, the first page with his picture open. Those cat like eyes stared straight ahead.
Just like they did back then. On that fateful day.
Your driver sped through the streets, trying to get your father and you to the next appointment. While your father sat on the passenger seat, he insisted on sitting there, feeling more comfortable despite a higher risk, you sat on the middle seat in the back. You leaned forward, holding yourself up on the seats in front of you as you talked with your father, arguing with him. It was a stupid argument about the business and that you should partake more.
That was the moment your driver suddenly tensed. You noticed it immediately and ignored your fatherâs bickering to turn to the driver. âWhatâs wrong?â
âThe breaks arenât reacting!â
Your gaze wandered down to his feet, seeing how he stomped on the paddle. Realising the threat, you looked back up.
The driver tried to avoid major obstacles but as the road made a sharp turn, your fate was sealed. He tried to follow the road but with the speed it was nearly impossible.
The car tumbled around until it came to a stop against a street lamp.Â
You softly touched the back of your head. With all those turns you had crashed through a window and landed on the street, several feet away from the car. You donât remember much from that day except for the excruciating pain soaring through your body and Lim Jaebeomâs face above you.
The daylight appeared like a halo behind his head and in your delusions you were sure you saw an angel. âHang in thereâ, he had said, âI called an ambulance.â
Lim Jaebeom saved your life on that day. According to the police he had witnessed the crash and reacted immediately.
You had been lucky that day. Unlike your father. His head had bumped against the window hard enough to cause internal bleeding that couldnât be stopped. He had died on the way to the hospital. Thankfully your driver survived with several broken bones and scratches.Â
He was still your most trusted driver. Even though he had refused to drive you again at first, fearing to mess up again. Only after a private investigation made clear that it wasnât his fault since someone had cut the breaks, which he couldnât have seen, he accepted to drive you again.
You looked up from the documents when someone knocked on the door to your office. You quickly glanced at the large clock standing next to the door and grinned. Punctual. With that you stood up and rounded your office desk. You shortly stopped at the chessboard in the corner of your office and moved a pawn to another field before you walked over to the door and opened it with a smile.
âLim Jaebeom, I assume?â You offered your hand for him to shake and invited him into your office afterwards. âAnything to drink for you?â
âWater, please.â
You nodded and prepared a glass of water which you set on the table in front of him. You then sat down on your chair again, eyeing the man in front of you curiously.
He smiled awkwardly and reached for the glass of water, taking a sip when you didnât speak immediately. After that he proceeded to look around your office.
âTell meâ, you smiled and leaned forward, resting your arms on the table, âwhy did you apply to a company that didnât offer any open spots?â
Jaebeom sighed, his shoulders dropping already. âIâm currently working at a place I canât stand. Iâm constantly getting looked down on, promotions get always passed to others who work less and my ideas or submissions get ignored all the time. I honestly have had enough and decided to take fate into my own hands.â
âThat is very courageous of you.â You crossed your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts up intentionally. âTell me, what do you have to offer? Give me a reason why I should hire you.â
He immediately straightened, his gaze shortly landing on your chest, before he looked straight ahead again, reciting all the qualifications listed on his application.
âIâm quite able to read your application. Do you have anything else to offer?â
âI work hard and am willing to give my all, no matter what is asked of me.â Determination shone in his eyes.
You smiled brightly again. âWonderful!â With that you pulled a contract out of a drawer and placed it in front of Jaebeom. You briefly walked him through the details, highlighting his salary and his position as well as the requirements. You then held a pen towards Jaebeom, waiting for him to take it and sign the papers.
He quickly scanned the contract, grabbed the pen and signed it on the spot. Jaebeom handed you one of the copies, seeing you had it already signed, and kept the other one for himself. He would now work for you for the next 365 days. Afterwards it was up to him if he wanted to continue working at this company or somewhere else.
âWhen will you be able to start here? I assume you havenât quit your previous job yet?â You asked while you gently traced his signature on your copy with a satisfied smile.
âMonday morning!â Jaebeom scooted to the edge of his chair, showing you how eager he was to quit his old job and start here as soon as possible.
You smiled brightly. âThatâs marvellous! I love it when things work out just perfectly.â You admired his features silently, keeping the dreamy sigh locked inside of your chest while your eyes wandered over his god like face. If the old Greeks had known Lim Jaebeom they would have built every statue based on him. You were sure of that. âIâll expect you in my office at eight oâclock sharp on Monday morning. Iâm delighted to work with you.âÂ
Once again you stretched your hand out for Jaebeom to shake, smiling gently when he profusely told you how delighted and thankful he was. You walked him to your door and even watched him leave until the elevator doors closed and his form was gone from your view.
Finally your dreamy sigh was able to leave your lungs. You closed the door and leaned against it with your back. One step closer to being with your angel. Your heart pumped heavily within your ribcage, spreading heat throughout your whole body. Small tingles prickled all over your skin while you let your hand glide over your stomach and up to your chest. You cupped your breasts and squeezed them gently, picturing your angel standing in front of you instead of being alone.
The excitement of having Jaebeom closer to you still felt surreal to you. Now you wouldnât have to monitor him as much and you had dozens of opportunities awaiting you to get closer to him.
Your thoughts got interrupted with a phone call coming from your office desk. You gritted your teeth and walked to your desk, leaning over it to grab the phone. âYes?â You asked rather harshly before listening silently to the words the caller had to say.
âI swear to godâ, you grumbled and pressed your thumb and index finger against the bridge of your nose, âbring him up. Iâm gonna deal with that bastard.â You hung up your phone and walked over to your little chess board. You glanced over the figures, contemplating which one to move next.
Only when the door opened and your men brought a heavily beaten up guy into your office, you grabbed a pawn of the opposite team and placed it on a new field. âWhy do you think you are here?â You asked without turning around, tracing the form of the pawn with your fingertips.
âOh, the all mightyâ, he spit out, pretending to sound intimidated, âquiver before me. What are you going to do? Torture me? In your office?â
Your jaw tensed and you closed your eyes in annoyance, taking several deep breaths through your nose. âWhy do men love to underestimate everyone around them?â You asked rhetorically and turned around, pure rage burning in your eyes as you stared down at the man on his knees. You walked around him, watching him like a tigress watched her prey.Â
You noticed the slight tremble in his form, the fear of what you could possibly do to him finally catching up. He swallowed thickly as his eyes flickered around the room, searching for a way to escape.
Sadly enough for him, your office only had one door which was flanked by your men. They would simply shove him back into the room without even batting an eye.
âIf youâre looking for a way outâ, you smiled sweetly and halted in your movements right before the large window front, âitâs right here.â
âYouâre insane!â
Your smile dropped from your lips. âI donât think youâre in the position to make such claims.â
He immediately cowered in front of you, robbing away from the windows as much as he could in his state. âYou canât possibly ask me to jump out of the window! This is the 26th floor!â
You scoffed and walked over to the man, kicking him in the stomach so he rolled over on the floor. âI donât ask anything of you.âÂ
He coughed loudly, not having expected such a blow.Â
Displeasure was written all over your face as you saw some blood trickling from his broken lip and dropping on the hardwood floor. You kicked against his shoulder, making him fall onto his back. Without hesitation you stepped with one of your heels on top of his chest, putting some pressure on it to keep him in place. âI neither have the time nor the patience to deal with fuck ups like you. So I advise you to refrain from your current attitude unless you really want to jump. I know ways to be your worst nightmare. I know how to make you wish you had chosen that exit today. Are we clear?â You leaned over the man, pressing your heel into his chest as if you wanted to pierce him with it. A satisfied smirk played over your lips, seeing the pain and fear visible in his eyes.Â
You pressed even harder down on his chest, staring expectantly at the man to your feet, when the door to your office shot open. Your head snapped up, about to yell at the person who interrupted you but as you locked eyes with Jaebeom you froze. Sheer panic flooded your system as you noticed how he scanned the situation.
You quickly stepped over the man, ignoring the fact you used his body to walk over, and quickly made your way to Jaebeom. A simple but pointed gaze towards your men was enough for them to understand what they had to do while you pushed Jaebeom out of your office. The door closed behind you and you stopped pushing Jaebeom. Your hands still lingered on his pecs, unsure what to do next.Â
âWhy did you come back?â You whispered, staring at the floor between the both of you. Mentally you already moved another chess piece around, this time though to a spot that would throw you further away from victory. With Jaebeom witnessing what you were capable off, you were sure he would rip the contract right in front of your nose and just never show up again.
âI wanted to know what type of coffee you like.â
âHuh?â Confused, you looked up to see Jaebeomâs face. A glimmer of hope sparked in your chest again as he didnât look frightened of you. âWhat type of coffee I like?â
You were on the verge of tears when he suddenly smiled ever so gently and grabbed your hands, removing them from his chest. âI assumed I should bring you coffee first thing in the morning. As your personal assistant.â
âYou came back because of that?â Your voice was barely over a hushed whisper, too afraid to burst the illusion your desperate mind created right in front of you. âIâm so sorry.â
âDonât be.â
You bit on your lower lip. âArenât.. arenât you scared of me?â
Jaebeom shook his head. âThe way I see it. As lon as Iâm not a fuck up Iâm all good.â
You felt your insides twist needily, hearing him say fuck so casually right in front of you. âYeah.â You werenât able to form anything else, too stunned by the chance that was given to you as well as your body wanting to be taken on the spot.
âSo. What type of coffee do you like?â
âIâll trust your decisionâ, you smiled and stepped away from Jaebeom. You knew if you stayed any longer so close to him and his heavenly scent, you would jump him and most likely scare him away. For real this time. âIâll see you on Monday then?â Even though you didnât want your voice to raise at the end as if you were asking him a question, you couldnât help the inner uncertainty to well up.
âUntil Monday.âÂ
You could feel a large weight being lifted from your shoulders when Jaebeom confirmed it, making you smile more genuinely now. You watched him leave for a second time, your smile only dropping when you turned back to your office door.
If getting Jaebeom to fall in love with you was a game of chess, him walking in on that situation would have been a horrible move on your side. Thankfully fate seemed to be a bad player, not noticing the mistake and being lenient with its own move. Unless it decided to take pity on you.
A game against fate was always risky but you would take it head on. For your love. For your angel. You simply had to be more careful and play even more cunning than before.
For the next few months your little game got almost too easy. Jaebeom accompanied you to every meeting, he stayed with you when you reviewed reports, kept reminding you of your schedule and even tagged along when you needed new clothes.
You still grinned like the cheshire cat, remembering his lustful eyes when you had called for him and his opinion on the lingerie you had tried on.
âWhy is lingerie so important for a business deal?â He had asked, trying to sound so innocently and avoiding looking at your half naked form.
âFor the extra boost of confidence.â You had smiled and stepped in front of him. âSo? What do you think?â
Jaebeom had taken a deep breath before his eyes slowly travelled over your body. The muscles in his jaw had ticked slightly whenever his eyes fell on your curves, ass or breasts. âYou definitely seem confidentâ, he had breathed out through his teeth.
From then on you had made it a habit to buy a new set of lingerie whenever you needed a new business outfit. And you definitely asked Jaebeom for his opinion every damn time.
You started to feel his lingering gazes on your form, confident he imagined what you wore underneath your clothes. You would tease him every now and then with some revealing movements but aside from that you tried to keep it professional. At least as long as the two of you were on company grounds.
Though you tried to keep Jaebeom out of the rather shady parts of your business. But the longer he stayed with you the more he got involved. People knew of him and if you really wanted to know him to be safe, you had to introduce Jaebeom to this part of your world. Someday.
You stood in front of your chess board again, waiting for a future business partner to arrive. Over the months fewer pieces remained on the board, most of them were lined up at the side of the playing field. It appeared like one side had clearly the upper hand and you were quite confident to be on the right path but there were still enough chances for the opposing side to turn this game around.
âWho are you playing against?â Jaebeom asked and stepped next to you, looking down on the chess board with curious eyes. He always saw you moving pieces around every now and then but until now he never dared to ask you what it was about.
You shrugged with your shoulders. âMyself, fate, something like that.â You then looked up to Jaebeom with a smile. âBusiness is like a game of chess. If I donât consider every possibility I will be thrown under the rug. So I have to stay focused and alerted all the time.â
âMust be exhausting.â A hint of sadness washed over his features as he searched your eyes.Â
âI got used to it.â
Jaebeom shook his head. âNobody can get used to permanent stress. I want you to be able to relax. At least when itâs just the two of us.â
You pushed yourself on your toes, cupping Jaebeomâs cheek and placing a soft kiss on his other. âThank you. That means a lot to me.â
A knock on the office door interrupted you two. You shortly closed your eyes before you plastered a bright smile on your face again and walked to the door, ready to open it. You always liked to greet your guests personally and Jaebeom simply accepted it, standing behind your office desk and waiting there.
âSo glad you were able to make it!â You said after opening the door, stretching your hand out to greet the man in front of you.
He ignored your hand and simply waltzed into the office, looking around with narrowed eyes. âI heard a lot about your organisation. Itâs a surprise Iâve never seen you before. The man behind all the glory.â His eyes landed on Jaebeom. âIâm glad to make some deals with you today.â
Jaebeom tensed and glanced towards you, seeing the annoyance radiating off of you. Only after you took several deep breaths, closed the door and nodded towards him to play along, did he relax a little.
You still had to walk over to him and push him down on your chair, sitting on the arm rest for yourself. You eyed the man in front of you, having the urge to throw him out of your office already. It wasnât the first time someone underestimated you but to be blatantly ignored might be a new record.
Jaebeom placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly, before he spoke up. âI assume you have the proposal with you.â
The man dropped a file holder on the table and pushed it over to Jaebeom, who opened it. Both of you read through the contents. It took everything within you not to throw the file into that manâs face again. His demands and offers were outrageous.
You placed your hands on Jaebeomâs and drew a small x on the back of his hand, telling him you wouldnât accept such a proposal.
âYouâre demanding too much and offering not enough for me to accept that proposalâ, Jaebeom said and shoved the file back over the table, staring the man down with an ice cold gaze.
A smirk played over your lips. Jaebeom was definitely born to do this and to say you werenât turned on by it would be a lie. You could feel your core throbbing and your desire for him skyrocketing. Your gaze fell on his hand, the large palm and long fingers spread over your thigh, the heat on your skin. It drove you crazy. Your legs tensed when you visualised his hand to move further up. You barely paid attention to what the man had to say, knowing you didnât want to work with such a scumbag anyway. Instead your only focus lied on Jaebeomâs hand.
Your breath hitched when his hand moved upwards. Your eyes immediately snapped to his face, observing his side profile closely.
An amused smirk played over his lips and a knowing glint sparked in his eyes as he momentarily looked at you before bringing his attention back to the man in front of him. âIâm not interested in your excuses.â
You wanted to whimper so badly, hearing his harsh tone. You even pictured him saying it to you in the first place.
âMaybe you should send your toy out of the room so we can have a talk between men.â
Jaebeomâs hold on your thigh became almost painfully strong. His fingers dug into your skin. You werenât sure whether he tried to hold you back or he tried to ground himself. You glanced at his side profile again, seeing his jaw tense and a single muscle tick.
âWhat.â
âSend that woman outside. Sheâs clearly distracting you.âÂ
You raised an eyebrow in question before a realising smirk played over your features. Jaebeom seemed to have come to the same conclusion as he pulled your leg over his lap. You pressed your heel against the other armrest and watched Jaebeom with bated breath.
His fingers traced over your skin while he fixated the other man. âMaybe youâre speaking of yourself.â He grinned and kissed your knee, letting his hand trail further up your thigh. He even brushed your skirt away, revealing your soaked underwear to the manâs view.
You shivered at the exposure, your hand automatically moving to Jaebeomâs neck where you played with his hair. You wanted more. You needed more. As if your body had a mind of its own, you quickly shuffled around until you straddled Jaebeom, pressing your throbbing core against his centre.Â
Jaebeom inhaled deeply, intoxicated by your close proximity. When you started moving your hips against his dick, he immediately placed his hands on your ass, pushing you further against himself.
You looked over your shoulder to the man with a disinterested look on your face. âI donât want to do deals with you anymore. You may leave.â You turned back to Jaebeom, pressing yourself against his form. Your lips ghosted over his exposed neck, ready to latch on his soft skin whenever you wanted. Your eyes fluttered close from the sensations. You could feel his dick harden underneath you, making you clench around nothing.
Too focused on your angel and your own desire you completely forgot about the other man inside your office, until he grabbed your hair and yanked you away from Jaebeom. You yelped in pain and your hands immediately shot up to your head.
You got pulled onto your desk, the man standing above you with a face as red as a tomato. âBitch!â He spit down on you, disgust written all over his face. âHow dare a lowly slut speak to me like that?!â
Jaebeom jumped up, grabbed a letter opener from your desk and slammed it into the manâs wrist. Once the man let go of your hair, Jaebeom pulled you up to his chest, cradling you there protectively.
The man screamed in pain, fuming at his mouth as he turned his anger towards Jaebeom.Â
Having had enough of that bastard you grabbed the handle of your hidden drawer in the middle of the desk and pulled it open, revealing a gun hidden inside of it. You grabbed it without hesitation and aimed at the man, successfully shutting him up.
âGive me a reason not to shoot youâ, you hissed through your teeth. âFirst you ignore me, then you disrespect MY company and MY business with such a lousy proposal, you dared to touch me without my permission and even had the audacity to insult me. Get down from your fucking high horse and get it into the thick head of yours: not every business partner is male. You should have done some research on my name.â
You watched his eyes widen in horror and how he turned into a stuttering mess.
âGive her the letter opener backâ, Jaebeom said leisurely as he wrapped his arms around your middle.
âYou little shit..â
You cocked the gun, motioning to him to follow Jaebeomâs request. You watched him pull the sharp tool out of his wrist, biting down on his lip in pain to prevent himself from howling.
When he was about to place it on the office desk, Jaebeom spoke up again: âClean it.â
Begrudgingly the man followed the request and wiped it clean on his sleeve before he placed it on the desk.
Your eyes wandered to your hardwood floor, seeing how droplets of blood had fallen on it. âYou can continue with the floor.â
Somewhat clumsily as he pressed his wounded wrist against his chest the man got on his knees and started rubbing over the floor.
âGood. Now leave.â You placed the gun on your desk and closed your eyes, taking some deep breaths to calm yourself down again.
âFucking bitchâ, the man muttered as he got up again and walked to your office door.
Before you were even able to react, Jaebeom grabbed the gun, aimed at the man and pulled the trigger.
You stared at the body dropping to the floor, watched how your men stormed into the office ready to come to your aid. You saw out of the corner of your eyes how Jaebeom lowered his arm and placed the gun back on the desk. âAngel of deathâ, you whispered before you snapped back out of it. You quickly gave some orders to your men and waited until they dragged the body out of the office and closed the door behind them.
âIâm sorry.â
You ignored Jaebeomâs apology and looked down at your body instead. âI feel disgustingâ, you whined, seeing the glistening of spit on your cleavage. You started to unbutton your blouse and used it to wipe over your skin, removing the remaining spit before you threw the fabric into the bin. You then grabbed some disinfectant from one of the side drawers and rubbed it over your chest, making sure nothing of that pigâs saliva stayed on you.
Jaebeom watched you silently. He had seen you in a bra more than once but this time it felt different. So when you stemmed your hands into your hips and finally looked up at him, he couldnât help himself. Jaebeom took one large step, grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss.
You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. This was what you wanted. This was your goal all along. Six months of tiptoeing around him and teasing him finally paid off.
Jaebeom gently pushed you backwards. When you two collided with the chess board he changed directions until you were pressed against the wall.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw the king fallen to the floor but you couldnât care less about it. Right now all you wanted was Jaebeom.
And he wanted you. Jaebeom cupped your breasts, kneading them while kissing you senseless.Â
You gasped into his mouth and arched your back, inviting him to open your bra, which he did immediately. You were able to breathe when Jaebeom broke the kiss and leaned down to kiss and lick your breasts and nipples. You moaned and mewled with his tongue pleasuring you.
Before you even knew it, Jaebeom grabbed you underneath your thighs and carried you back to your office desk, placing you on top of it. All of it while continuing to kiss you over and over again. His hands glided down to your knees and he firmly pushed your legs further apart. Jaebeom even pulled you to the edge of the desk until your wet core was pressed against his hard cock.
You impatiently fumbled with his belt, whining underneath your breath when it wasnât fast enough to your own liking.
Jaebeom helped you and pushed his pants and underwear down, revealing his thick cock. It stood strong in front of you, the tip already leaking precum.
You hesitantly wrapped your fingers around his shaft, dragging your thumb over the prominent vein underneath. You salivated the longer you stared at his dick. âPerfectâ, you whispered and looked back up to Jaebeom.Â
He eyed you, and you werenât sure whether he was nervous or only wanted to see your reaction. âDo you want me?â
âFuckâ, you breathed and nodded quickly, swallowing your own saliva down, âyes, I do. I want you to take me right here and now!â
Jaebeom groaned and pushed your skirt upwards, revealing your soaked panties to him. He pressed two fingers against your core, dragging them over your entrance in a teasing manner.Â
You shivered in delight, watching him intently with baited breath. You bit down on your lower lip when he grabbed the letter opener and used it to rip your panties open.
Jaebeom removed your hand from his cock and rubbed it instead against your wet core, groaning from the friction he created. Once he deemed his shaft slick enough he grabbed it and pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing you by not pushing into you.
âJaebeom!â You warned him, growing restless and impatient. âFuck me now!â
He chuckled and locked eyes with you. âI wonât be gentle.â
âGood!â
That was all he needed as he slammed himself into you. If he wouldnât have been holding onto your leg, you would have probably scooted back from the force behind his thrusts. Jaebeom now held both of your legs wide open, pulling you into him while he rammed his cock into your tight hole.Â
The air got filled with your cries of pleasure and skin slapping against skin. You barely heard his grunts over your own pleasure, but seeing his clenched jaw and concentrated look in his eyes was enough for you to know he was just as much into it.Â
You shifted your weight to only one arm as you placed your index on your clit, rubbing it fiercely. Jolts of electricity spread through your body, making your skin tingle. You felt the knot tightening in your core and your mouth suddenly became dry as the haze of lust clouded your senses.
With another deep thrust you came undone around Jaebeomâs cock. He continued to thrust into you, chasing his own high. Right before he came, Jaebeom pressed his hips against yours and leaned over your body to kiss you fiercely.
You felt him throb inside of you, knowing he painted your walls white. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.
âI probably canât get enough of this nowâ, Jaebeom admitted with a smirk, only slipping out of you after his dick softened.
âGoodâ, you repeated, sitting up and looking at Jaebeom, who started to clean everything up - even your overthrown chessboard. âIâll definitely want you to fuck me again.â
Ever since that day you couldnât get enough of each other. Always touching, always making out, always having sex. As much as possible and whenever possible. You were always down for it.
Whether you leaned over your desk to review some papers and Jaebeom stepped behind you, pressing his hard on against your ass, or you pulled him into the changing cubicle when you two were shopping. One time he even ate you out on the hood of your car down in the parking lot under your company. The thrill, that anybody could come and see you like that, had your whole body on edge.Â
He even fucked you in front of a client, who made another nasty remark about you being not cut out for this job.Â
You felt the most content with his dick inside of you. It didnât matter if you sucked him dry or he drilled himself into your pussy or even ass. Having him like that was everything you wanted - everything you needed.
He even stayed most of the nights at your place now, fucking you into oblivion before both of you would fall asleep in your bed.
âI love youâ, Jaebeom murmured and kissed the top of your head, pulling your naked body closer against his own.
You turned on your stomach, ignoring that the blanket slightly drifted off of your body, and looked up into Jaebeomâs face, searching for any indication that he wasnât serious. âReally?â You asked hopefully, feeling how your heart fluttered inside of your chest.
Jaebeom smiled lazily and pulled you half over his body, satisfied when your boobs were pressed against his chest. âMaybe I shouldnâtâ, he said and started drawing lines on your back with his finger, âas your employee I mean. But yes, I do love you.â
âI love you tooâ, you whispered, âso so much.â
âArenât you worried people wonât approve of your love? To a mere assistant?âÂ
You pushed yourself up and straddled Jaebeom, placing your hands right next to his head as you leaned down and stared into his eyes. âIâll get rid of everyone who dares to even think that youâre a mere assistantâ, you told him in a serious tone, âyouâre so much more. You are my man.â
âFuckâ, Jaebeom exhaled, âyouâre so hot when you get all dark and serious.â
You smirked. âKinky.â Nonetheless you rubbed your core against his hard dick, coating it in your slick. You already vibrated with excitement when you aligned the tip of his dick with your entrance, moaning pleasantly when you pushed yourself down on it.
Jaebeom thrusted up into you, meeting your rhythm. He grabbed your hips and helped you stabilise yourself while you continued to ride him.
You rested your hands on his chest, dragging your nails over his skin until little red lines tarnished his otherwise spotless upper body. Your rhythm stuttered when the ringing of the doorbell suddenly interrupted you. âIgnore itâ, you hissed more to yourself than Jaebeom, hoping to get back into your desire.
Sadly enough though the person continued to ring the bell like a mad man. You cursed and got up, running your fingers through your hair in annoyance.
Jaebeom got up as well, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him for a soft kiss. âIâll get it.â He let go of your hand, smiling softly when you visibly melted in his presence, and grabbed a towel to hide his private parts behind it.Â
You watched him with lustful eyes, wrapping a bed sheet around your body and following him, only so you could look at his fine ass for a little longer. Your loving gaze vanished though, the minute Jaebeom opened the door.
âAh, the angel finally fell into her trap, huhâ, Youngjae said, looking over Jaebeomâs naked body with little to no interest.
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked and stepped in front of Jaebeom, throwing daggers at your ex-boyfriend.
âI needed to talk to you.â
You scoffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. âI have a secretary for a reason. She makes appointments for people that want to talk to me.â
âAs if you would have accepted thatâ, Youngjae retorted, copying your stance, âever since your new toy arrived, you ignored every advance I made. You blocked me everywhere ten months ago.â
âAnd yet youâre here.â
âBecause itâs urgent.â
âUrgent enough you just had to interrupt my high?â
Youngjae clicked his tongue and turned his attention to Jaebeom. âYou know she is only using you. Once sheâs satisfied or bored sheâll kick you out like trash. Youâre simply a toy for her.â
You slapped Youngjae and glared at him. âJust because you were a toy, doesnât mean my angel is one as well. He is way more than you. And just for your information I do plan to spend the rest of my life with him!â You turned around and smiled at Jaebeom, placing one hand on his cheek to guide him down to your level for a kiss. âHoping youâll agree to stay with me. Forever.â
âWhatever!â Youngjae raised his voice, getting your attention again. âIâm here to warn you.â
âWarn me?â You raised an eyebrow questioningly and leaned into Jaebeomâs form, waiting for Youngjae to continue.
âYou remember your stunt?â
âWhich one?â You rolled your eyes and even yawned, showing how little interest you had in Youngjaeâs warning.
âThe sleazebag you killed. His group isnât happy with that.â
âWhatâs new?â
âOthers arenât happy about that as well. They say you stepped out of line and want to teach you a lesson.â Youngjae said sternly, looking you straight in the eyes.Â
âOut of line?!â Jaebeom spoke up and wrapped his arms around your form, pulling you against his body. âHow could she have been out of line when that idiot treated her like a whore?â He glared at Youngjae. âAnother piece of information for you. I killed that scumbag.â
Your eyes widened in shock. Nobody was supposed to know it was him. You would have been able to deal with the wrath of your opponents but Jaebeom wasnât used to this world. Even though he handled most of it rather well, he still didnât belong to this world.
âBecause of me!â You quickly intervened, schooling your face immediately when you noticed Youngjaeâs eyes on you. âI would have killed that man anyway.â You shrugged with your shoulders, playing disinterested again. âHe wasnât worth living.â
Youngjae hummed, simply staring at you for a while. âI warned both of youâ, he then said and left.
You watched his back before you closed the door, nibbling on your lower lip in thought. âNever leave my sightâ, you whispered and turned around to Jaebeom, cupping his face and looking into his eyes with desperation. âYou need to stay with me at all times!â
Jaebeom tightened his arms around your body and kissed your forehead. âDonât worry. Iâll stay with you.âÂ
You relaxed into his hold, leaning your head against his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat. âI canât lose youâ, you told him quietly, trying to suppress the fear that welled up inside of your heart.
At first you were extremely careful, checking everything. You always held Jaebeomâs hand wherever the two of you went. You even made him carry a gun at all times, just like you had one strapped to your thigh or ankle. Except for Jaebeom you started to mistrust everyone around you. Everybody was a possible threat.
You stood in front of your chessboard again, seeing how only the king and the queen of one colour remained on the field while the other team had a few more pieces, mostly pawns though.Â
Jaebeom hugged you from behind and placed his chin on your shoulder, looking down on the chessboard as well. âDoesnât look too good for them, huh?â
You shook your head. âNo, itâs all good. They donât need anybody else. We can still win!â With that you moved the queen and kicked yet another pawn from the board. âSee? Iâll protect my king at all costs.â
âIâll protect you tooâ, he murmured and kissed your cheek, before turning you around. âItâs been weeks now and youâve been on edge ever since. Let us drive home and take a warm bath together, hm?â
You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into his body, smiling tiredly. âThat sounds lovely. I canât wait to have you for myself again.â
Jaebeom chuckled lowly. âYou have me all the time.â He kissed you, placing one hand at the back of your head to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid into your mouth and toyed with your own muscle. âStill, I want you to loosen up a little and enjoy everything Iâll give you to one hundred percet.â
Your insides immediately clenched around nothing, excited at the promise Jaebeom was making. You felt hot and cold at the same time, impatient for his ministrations. You nearly lost your mind when he kissed along your throat and down to your collarbones.Â
âLetâs goâ, Jaebeom whispered and nibbled at your skin, driving you crazy with lust. He backed away and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of your office and towards the elevators. The doors didnât even close fully when he pressed you against the wall again, touching you wherever he could.
You moaned and whined, feeling dizzy from the lust building up inside of you. It was true, you werenât able to fully focus on the pleasure Jaebeom gave you for weeks now, always worried something might happen to him. There was still a small voice at the back of your head, scolding you to keep alert, but Jaebeomâs touches made you lose your sanity.Â
You still decided that you were the one driving. It took several minutes before you two were able to let go of each other, allowing you to open the car and get inside. You shared a dozen more kisses and only then you started the engine.
âI wouldnât know what to do without youâ, you admitted softly, placing one hand on his thigh while you focused on the road ahead.
Jaebeom chuckled and intertwined his fingers with yours, keeping your hand still on his thigh. âYou probably wouldnât be engaged then.â
Your eyes widened and you glanced at Jaebeom, seeing how he pulled a little black velvet box out of his jacket.
âSorry, I donât think I can wait until weâre back homeâ, he admitted shyly and opened the box, holding it so it was in your view, âbut since my one year contract is almost over I thought I take a bigger step now.â
You gasped, seeing the engagement ring inside of it.
âI want to ask you properly once weâre home, but can I put the ring on your finger already?â
âY-yesâ, you whispered, your heart bursting with love for the man right next to you, âgod yes.â You felt how Jaebeom slid the cool metal band around your finger, kissing the back of your hand right after it.
âIt looks perfect.â
You shortly looked at your hand, admiring the ring around your finger. Youâve never seen anything more beautiful. âIt is perfectâ, you smiled.
The moment you looked up and locked eyes with Jaebeom, you felt a strange wobbling from the gas pedal. You frowned and turned to look at it, not noticing anything strange. You looked back up front and pressed your foot down.
That was the moment the engine exploded in front of you, ripping the hood of the car away. You lost control of the steering wheel.
The next thing you knew was the strong scent of smoke. You coughed and tried to open your eyes. At first you saw nothing but white smoke. You automatically waved your hand in front of your face, coughing some more.
It took you some time, the ringing in your ears and your tremendous headache slowing you down, until you noticed the car had stopped at a wall, a few brick stones littering the front of the car. You then noticed how half the windshield was shattered, pieces of glass laying everywhere around the inside of the car.
âJaebeom?â You asked, coughing again. You blinked and looked around, groaning when your body hurt from the movement. Your eyes landed on your hand, seeing it covered in blood with the small metal band shining between all the red. âJaebeom?â Dread filled your body as you didnât receive any reaction.
You fully turned around to Jaebeom, ignoring the pain shooting through your body. You had your eyes pressed shut from the pain and once it subdued you opened them, blinking several times to clear your vision.
âNoâ, you exhaled shakily, âJaebeom?â You raised your trembling hand to touch his cheek. âPlease, baby, please donât leave me alone.â You begged him, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes. You looked further down, seeing how a part of the engine impaled your love. Ever so slowly your hand wandered down to the side of his neck, searching for a pulse.Â
You screamed in agony when you didnât find one, fighting against your security belt to crawl over to Jaebeom. âPleaseâ, you cried, âplease donât leave me alone, please!âÂ
Nothing you did brought Jaebeom back though. He stayed lifeless. You screamed again and hit his chest, begging him to come back to you.
You barely noticed someone stepping towards the car. Only after you calmed down, feeling like a shell without a soul, you noticed the eyes on you. You turned to look at the person standing next to the driverâs seat. âPleaseâ, you whispered, upon seeing the gun in their hand, âI donât want to live without him.â The tears hindered you from seeing clearly, but you didnât care who exactly stood in front of you, as long as they would free you from your misery.Â
They crouched down and tapped the gun against their head. âSo it comes to this. The king and queen killed by a bishop.â
You blinked several times, recognising that voice. âYoungjae?â
The man smiled though it didnât reach the sadness within his eyes. âI warned you.â
You started to sob uncontrollably. âWhy him? Why not me? I canât live without him!â
Youngjae sighed deeply and pointed his gun at you. âIâm doing this because I still love you.â
You stared at him void of any emotion but pain. âI know.â
Hello I was wondering if I can request a fic with Yugyeom with the dance of the music video of â envolver by Anittaâ I saw the dance on TikTok is like tweaking but the Latin version â perreoâ. Itâs okay if you donât want to make it I understand đ«°đ»đ«°đ»
This is such an interesting dance! I probably watched the video a dozen times now and even watched some tutorials on tiktok to understand the perreo! And since I found out this is actually a challenge on tiktok I just had to use that!
Dance Challenge
Pairing: Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) x Fem!Reader
Genre: Dance AU, Established Relationship AU, Romance, Suggestive
Rating: nsfw, 18 (this just feels too sexual.. without even sex)
Warnings: the dance itself is like pure sex, therefore it gets kinda suggestive, mentions of Yugyeom getting horny due to the dance moves, a kiss and hints at sex later on.. that should be it..
Wordcount: 1.388
A/N: Please enjoy this one shot and tell me what you think!
You walked down the hallway of the dance academy, chucking down half a water bottle after your training. You stopped midway as you heard a familiar song and some frustrated cursing. Curious, you tiptoed to one of the dance rooms, your body automatically moving to the rhythm of the song.
You stepped on your toes to look through the clear spot of the glass door at the top. The dance room seemed to be empty, only dim lights illuminating the room. Frowning, you silently opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door just as silently behind you.
Your eyes roamed along the room until they landed on your boyfriend watching a clip on his mobile phone.Â
Soon enough he placed the phone back down and started the song anew. He hadnât noticed you yet as he walked back to the middle of the room.
Through the mirror you could see that he had his eyes closed, his brows furrowed in concentration. You watched him silently dancing, noticing how stiff his body appeared.
The moment he attempted to do the perreo, he looked up into the mirror, wanting to check his form, but instead he made eye contact with you. Horrified by the sudden appearance of someone else, he lost his balance and slammed down on the floor, hitting his chin in the process.
You bit down on your lower lip, trying not to laugh, while he cursed yet again and pushed himself up to rub his chin.
âWhen did you get in here?â He asked accusingly, glaring through the mirror at your trembling form.
You took a deep breath but snorted nonetheless when you opened your mouth to answer him. As soon as the snort escaped your lips you couldnât help it anymore. You doubled over laughing, the force bringing you down to your knees.Â
It took you several minutes before you calmed down again, crawling over to him and flopping down on his lap. âGood to see you too, Yugyeomâ, you grinned and pinched his cheek.
The pout that had formed on his lips the minute you started laughing became even more prominent. âNobody was supposed to see thisâ, he mumbled and avoided looking at you. âItâs not my fault I got dared to dance this challenge.â
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. âA challenge?â Whenever you came across a new challenge you loved to learn it - preferably the whole dance - but one special dance move would do the trick as well. âI didnât know there was a challenge to this song!â
âYou know that song?â Yugyeom asked sceptically, finally looking at you.Â
You nodded shortly, telling him you heard it in one of your Latin dances classes and basically fell in love with it. And since you fell in love with the song you immediately decided to learn the true choreography for it. âI could help youâ, you offered with a soft smile, knowing Yugyeom didnât like to ask for help as the dance prodigy he was.
His lips formed a thin line while he contemplated your offer. He knew he needed help to get the dance down without it looking like trash. After all, he had a reputation to uphold. Sadly, this exact reputation was the reason he didnât immediately agree.
You were about to give him another offer, when he finally spoke up. âI think Iâd like to see you dancing to this song. Iâm sure it would help me, seeing someone doing the dance up close.â Yugyeom looked once again away from your face, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
A smirk played over your lips, seeing his flustered form. âSureâ, you whispered and got up. You placed your water bottle next to Yugyeomâs stuff and walked over to his mobile phone, starting the song once more.Â
With the first tunes of Envolver playing, you pulled the zipper of your jacket down and threw it aside. All while walking towards Yugyeom with a seductive gaze. You swayed your hips with each step, drawing his attention to your lower body.
Yugyeom couldnât take his eyes off of you as you danced to the song, moving your body sensually in front of him. It took everything within him to keep his composure when you used him as a dance partner. He bit on his lower lip, feeling how your ass rubbed over his crotch right before you dropped down to the floor, doing the dance move he couldnât do. His eyes were trained on your ass, swallowing harshly as his thoughts drifted to something more sexual.
As the song came to an end you stood pressed against Yugyeomâs body, placing a kiss on his cheek before smiling mischievously. âSo? You think you can do the challenge now?â
Yugyeom swallowed again, trying to wet his suddenly dry mouth. âI, uh.â His gaze dropped back down to your lower body, his mind playing you dancing in front of him over and over again. Even though you werenât moving at all right now, Yugyeom just had to stare. âIâd like to see it again.â
You laughed lightly and shook your head, pushing your hands on your hips. âYou, sweetheart, will learn that dance now. After all, we canât have it that our prodigy shys away from a dance challenge.â You didnât even wait for him to answer before you grabbed his hand and pulled him to the middle of the practice room. âWe start easy. Step by step.â
Yugyeom simply nodded, his mind still not fully able to process what was happening. Still, he watched you intently through the mirror as you now stood beside him. He watched how you circled your hips and pointed at them to showcase that you were doing proper circles. Automatically Yugyeom followed that instruction and moved his hips as well.
You smiled brightly and stepped behind him, placing your hands on his hips. âA little more smoothlyâ, you told him, guiding his movements in the same rhythm with your own, âand only the hips. Not the whole body.â
Once you were satisfied with his hip movement you stepped back to his side, telling him you wanted him to gallop on the spot while circling his hips to bring a little more pep into the movement.Â
âGood! Very good! Last step is basically to do push ups while doing that movement. Just horizontal now.â
Yugyeom stared at you with wide eyes, surprised by the large jump between step two and three.Â
âIâll show youâ, you giggled. Now you stepped in front of him, explaining every little detail while performing the dance move. Afterwards you ordered Yugyeom to show you his version, snickering when he returned to be as stiff as the first time you saw it.
You slapped his ass. âDonât be so stiff! Stay smooth with your hips! Also keep your ass up!â You giggled again. âThe ass has to be the highest point. Do it again!â
Yugyeom obliged and started from the beginning, bending forwards until he dropped to the floor and circled his hips the way you taught him.
You watched him, feeling your insides churn in need from his sensual movements. âI need to thank the person, who dared you to do this challengeâ, you told Yugyeom when he finished the move and looked up to you with expectant eyes. âEven though you have no ass or whatsoever, this just now, looked fucking hot. You should do that move in dress pants, faking an ass.â
âHeyâ, Yugyeom protested, even though he couldnât keep the grin from his face upon hearing you thought he was hot. His boy-ish grin quickly changed into a smirk when he got an idea, eyeing your body once again. âIâll do the dance in a suit when you do it in your dessous tonight for me.â
You crouched down in front of him, licking over your lips while you looked him over. âOnly if you dance it with meâ, you whispered and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.
Yugyeom pulled you closer against his body until you straddled his lap, wrapping his arms around your form. His hands roamed over your body, one even gliding into your pants and kneading the flesh of your ass. âIâll do a lot of things with you tonight after seeing you dance like this.â
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pairing: human prince jaebeom + vampire princess female reader
genre: fluff, angst, forbidden love (kinda?), arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, vampire, royalty, fantasy au
word count: 9.2k+
warnings: cursing, mentions of war, depictions of violence, death, blood, suggestive sexual content, verbal abuse
summary: in an effort to end centuries of war, you agree to a political marriage with the enemy. you never considered that your circumstances could allow you to indulge in matters of the heart. that is, until your intended pushes past your boundaries, tempting you with intelligent banter and salacious, midnight promises.
rating: 18+ (mdni)
authorâs note: initially wrote 10k but i switched the plot points around, got rid of some plot points altogether, and ended up with this. thank you for reading <3
[library] [got7 library] [vermillion series]
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descent (di-sent) - a downward step in station or value.
Pairing:Â None, Future GOT7 x Reader
Genre: Angst, Soulmate AU, Poly AU, Enemies to Lovers AU
Rating: T (explicit language)
Summary: GOT7 is promoting SeoulMate by wearing their device and going to âsearchâ for their soulmate. While their devices are active, theyâre not allowed to contact their soulmate. That is, until they pair with you.
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Verbal/emotional abuse from a parent, attempted physical abuse from a parent.
Jinyoung felt like a moth drawn to a flame. Though he knew the heat of the fire could kill him, it didnât stop him from sneaking away from the others. The promise of pain didnât stop him from fishing his phone out of his pocket and opening Instagram. As it had the last time heâd been brave enough to check, his heart promptly curled up as it burned to ash in his chest.
She was engaged now. Her soulmate proposed over dinner.
They hadnât even been apart for a month.
Jinyoung couldnât help but wonder if what they had really meant so little to her. If he really meant so little to her. He couldnât wrap his mind around it all. Heâd been ready to fight the world to defend their love, to prove that he didnât need some bullshit cash grab to tell him who to love and spend the rest of his life with. It never occurred to him to make sure they were on the same page. He knew it was over when he saw her with the box tucked under her arm to hide it. Knew it was a lost cause when she put her SeoulMate on and it chirped, long before heâd even gotten his promotional device.