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cas-skz · 1 year

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Pairing: Jackson Wang x (fem)Reader Genre: Fluff, Smut Summary: Jackson returns home after traveling. To his surprise, you're waiting for him Word Count: 1,830 Warnings/Tags: 18+, MDNI, Established Relationship, Alcohol, Unprotected sex

Prompted by/Inspo: The moment Jackson Wang made everyone want to wait at home for him Written by: @littleforeignaffairs

Coming home always felt more tiring than traveling itself. Jackson pressed the 6 digit code of the mechanical lock, the muted beeping the loudest sound in the night. The door clicks open and he trudges inside. The house is fairly dark, though he always leaves a light on for his return. A dim light shines from the hallway, brightening in the study.

Jackson sets his bag down on the bottom of the stairs, following the trail of light to his study. He slides one of the French doors open, squeaks echoing through the room. He leans against the door frame, arms crossing over his chest.

He sighs softly, looking around at the bare room. It’s really the only room of the house he uses. All of his work lays within these shelves. A pair of slim arms creeps around Jackson’s waist, hands clasping at his stomach. He smiles gently, feeling the warmth of your body and head press against his back.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to be here”

He whispers, turning in your hold. His arms wrap around you, resting his head on yours as he holds you close.

“It wouldn’t be a very good surprise then, would it?” You step back from his hold and take his hands in yours. “Come” You say, swinging his hands, walking backwards from the study.

Jackson obliges happily. He no longer drags his feet as you lug him around the house. His energy seems to have been restored by your presence and hold. He curls his fingers with yours, looking at your choice of outfit. It’s the middle of the night, so your clothing was minimal. An old GOT7 shirt, 2 sizes too big for you, and a pair of fuzzy slippers.

He always thought it was cheesy that you kept and wore his merch. But you secretly always thought he liked it. He smiles fondly, half chuckling. You glance over your shoulder at him

“Hm?”

He shakes his head gently. You smile back at him and drag him upstairs to the master en-suite. Flickering candles are placed in various corners of the room, lighting the room just enough. The beige claw foot tub filled with hot water and a soft lavender fragrant foam. Jackson looks to you, a wave of surprise, followed by confusion washing over his face

“I keep in contact with your driver” You smile proudly. Jackson chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Come” You demand, just like before.

You grab the waist of his shirt, bringing him over to the tub. You slip your hands underneath the fabric, sliding your hands up his body to remove his shirt. You place a gentle kiss on his lips, then nod towards the bath.

You turn away, back facing Jackson to pour him a short class of Maotai. Jackson finishes undressing and steps into the water. He sighs softly , sinking into the water. You scuff your feet, moving back to the side of the tub. You sit on the edge, handing him the class. Jackson makes a groan of pleasure, his eyes squint with elation.

“My fucking Queen”

You giggle softly, watching him take a drink. You grab a wash cloth from the basket behind you, drenching it in the water. You wring out the water over his shoulders, letting it roll off his skin. You tilt his head back a small amount, doing the same with his hair, getting it wet.

Jackson’s eyes slowly close when you begin to massage his scalp, working the shampoo into a thick lather. He sighs a soft moan, lips curving into a small smile. Your finger s travel down the nape of his neck and under his chin to tilt his head back. You touch your lips to Jackson’s, letting an infinite moment pass before kissing him tenderly. You run your thumb on his jawline, allowing your lips to linger a little longer.

You break the connection, and smile down at him before pecking his forehead. Jackson chuckles quietly, using the moment to take another sip from his glass. You rinse Jackson’s hair with a gentle flow from the shower head and allow him to relax.

Jackson was only quiet a few minutes before he beckoned you to the side of the tub once again. You sit at the edge, facing him,

“You want me to grab something-“

You didn’t get your full sentence out before Jackson’s arm slips around your waist, pulling you into the warm water on top of him. You let out a shriek with a laugh quickly following. You wipe the water droplets from your face, looking to Jackson who's wearing your favourite big goofy grin. You shove him playfully,

“You’re supposed to be relaxing, but instead you insist I get drenched”

Jackson holds you closer to his body, planting gentle kisses over your face. He rests his forehead to your temple

“I need you here to relax” He whispers.

You sigh dramatically, kicking your slippers off so they wouldn’t get wet as well. You carefully slide your body around to face Jackson, straddling him.

You dip your hands into the water, placing them on his stomach, gliding up over his chest. The water rinses over his chest, your eyes watching goosebumps rise on his skin. Jackson’s hands land on your hips, squeezing them gently.

“You know, I missed you” He brings his face closer to yours. His doe eyes meet yours. You closed the gap a little more, glancing to his lips, then back to his eyes.

“Mm” You cup his face gently “How much did you miss me”

Jackson took this as his cue. He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pressing his lips to yours. You can’t help but smile towards the affection he shows you. His hands raise up from the water, dampening your hair as he pets it back. He then holds your face as if it’s the most fragile piece of art.

Jackson deepens the kiss, his nose colliding into yours. You rest your arms on his shoulder, finger tips toying with the hair at his neck. A sigh escapes your lips as they part; Jackson nips at your bottom lip turning the sigh into a soft moan.

His hands trail down your body, arms wrapping around your waist. You lean your drenched shirt covered chest against his, hips pushing down ever so slightly. But it was enough. The simple movement caused Jackson to start stiffening underneath you.

You both had been separated for almost a month; a little bit longer. You know he is going to be leaving again before the week is through. You didn’t want to state it to him verbally, but you miss his touch as much as he misses yours.

One of your hands submerges into the tub, pulling the shirt up your stomach. You grab one of Jackson’s hands in yours, dragging his fingers down to your pussy, still covered by your panties. You slide the fabric to the side, letting his nimble fingers graze over your clit.

You breathe in sharply, Jackson’s touch electrifying through your veins. Your walls clench, begging to feel something against them. You grind your hips slowly against Jackson’s semi hard cock and hand. You pull the heavy shirt off your body, letting it hang on the side of the tub.

Your nipples hardening at the temperature change from the damp shirt, to the air, it only made you feel more aroused when the grazed against Jackson’s chest. You moan softly on his plump lips, his tongue swiftly slipping against yours.

“Don’t make me wait any longer..” You whisper breathlessly.

And he doesn’t. With flexed arms, Jackson manages to easily rip your panties. You gasp a little, water from the bath sloshing with the violent movement. Jackson wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you down on his cock.

His other hand grips the nape of your neck, forehead resting to yours. He groans at your tight walls, suctioning around his length. You swallow hard, slowly rolling your hips. Jackson’s jaw drops open, another groan passing his lips.

You press your lips to his eagerly, arms around his neck. You hold him tightly, not leaving any room between your chests for even a piece of paper to slip down. Your pussy quickly begins contracting around Jackson, wanting to cum already. He always felt good inside you. But these moments are your favourite; when he comes home.

You quicken your pace. Jackson slides his hand down onto your ass, squeezing it slightly, helping you ride his cock.

“Jackson” You moan shakily.

He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in. Your head falls back, fingers curling into his skin. Jackson pulls you down, making your hips grind into him harder. You press your lips together tightly, trying to keep yourself from making any noise.

Jackson jerks a little under your body. He moans in your neck, his cock twitching inside you. Your head nudges against his, making him look to you.

“Cum with me” You whisper.

You clench your walls tightly, your climax rising closer. Jackson kisses you lustfully. His hands land on your hips, fitting perfectly as he rocks them. Water waves against your motions, splashing over the edge to the floor. Your body begins to tense. You arch your back, letting out a slight whimper.

Jackson grips your hips, taking control of your movements. His body jerks again, and he makes a pleasuring grunt. His cock convulses inside you, shooting cum in unison. He slows your hips, breathing heavily. You grab his face to kiss him, your own orgasm shivering through your body.

4 Pairs of limbs intertwine, heavy breathing echoing in a mismatched rhythm. You slide off Jackson with a small moan, and settle partially on top of him. You rest your head on his firm chest, his heart beating sporadically. You kiss his skin gently, and he reciprocates with the top of your head.

“We should get out..” He murmurs dryly. The water has become cool, and the tub was half empty. You pout playfully and close your eyes.

"Mm!" You whine.

Jackson chuckles, placing another sweet kiss on your head. He sits up, getting out from the tub, helping you out as well. He grabs a pair of robes hanging from a rack. He wraps one around you first, bringing it up around your cheeks. He smiles at you, kissing your nose before wrapping himself in a robe.

"Come" He says, only partially mocking you.

"I'll make you breakfast after you get some sleep"

"Why? Cant I just eat you?" Jackson grabs at your ass teasingly.

You shriek a laugh, trying to dodge his hands. You point a finger at him, walking backwards into the bedroom.

"Jackson! Don't make me punish you"

His lips pucker into a soft pout, following you like a puppy. You giggle at him again and hop onto the bed. Jackson grins, close behind you, finally ready to relax.

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kpopimaginings · 4 months

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Goodnight Kisses - JayB

You knew JayB would berate you for still being awake when he got home, but it wasn't for lack of trying. Recently, you'd got into such a routine of going to be together that it just felt wrong trying to sleep when he wasn't there. You'd done everything you normally would before sliding under the covers, but without your good night kiss and the warmth of your man beside you, you just couldn't drift off.

JayB always promised you you'd still get your good night kiss if you were asleep when he got home but it wasn't the same. When you heard the front door open, you had a brief debate with yourself as to whether or not to feign sleep. As his gentle footsteps approached your room you decided against it, opting to greet JayB instead. You could tell he was trying to be quiet as he entered but you spoke up.

"Jae?"

"Ah, jagiya, why are you awake?" he whispered. There was a slight smile on his face as he spoke, negating any air of annoyance in his words.

"Can't sleep," you complained. "Not without my goodnight kisses."

"Just let me wash up and get changed and you can have all the kisses you want," he replied.

You groaned and stretched your arms out in his direction, hoping to summon him closer.

He chuckled as he approached you, shaking his head. "You're always so clingy when you're tired," he said running a hand through your hair.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his fingers in your hair. All too soon he was pulling away again. Your eyes snapped open as you reached out to grab his hand and put it back. Unfortunately, in your sleepy state, JayB was quicker.

"I'm just getting ready for bed, jagi, then I'm all yours."

You still whined a little as he left you to head to the bathroom but you were for too tired to launch any sort of actual protest.

After far too long, he was climbing into bed behind you, enveloping you in his arms as a kiss was pressed to your shoulder.

"I love you, my needy jagi," he whispered.

You grunted at his teasing and snuggled further into his embrace.

There was a moments silence before you felt his finger tips digging into your waist and tickling you slightly. You squirmed but JayB didn't relent.

"Say it," he demanded.

"Who's needy now?" you retorted.

He tickled you again.

"I love you, too." You told him what he wanted to hear to stop the attack.

"That's better," he replied. "Sleep well."

With one last kiss placed gently on your neck, he held you tightly again, allowing you both to drift off to sleep, comforted by each others presence.

NAVIGATION | GOT7 MASTERLIST

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writerpetals · 6 months

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rest and worry less | ❤️

; optional male lead fluff | ☁️

It doesn’t come as a surprise to you to spot your exhausted boyfriend hunched over a textbook in the campus library with his head nodding to one side and his eyes struggling to remain open. He studies so hard, you think, making your way to him to have a seat at a lone table in the back. It’s his usual spot, away from the clicking of keyboards or the sniffles of a newly sick librarian, shoved between a half wall where flyers and pamphlets are pinned and the last book shelf in the entire room.

Remaining as quiet as you can, you set your bag on top of the table between his books and notes scattered about, taking a seat next to him to watch for a moment. His breaths deepen the longer he pretends he is actually studying, causing you to grin from knowing there will be a darkened mark on his cheek from the pressure of his own palm. Without a word, you ease the pen from between his fingers to keep the black ink off of his skin as he drifts away to sleep, making a note to cuddle with him for a bit longer in the mornings thanks to how adorable he seems now.

You call his name while clicking the side button to his phone lying in front of him, noticing the time to be much later than either of you wanted to stay on campus. You’re hungry and he is falling asleep, but you can already hear him arguing about needing to prepare for an important test you know he will pass because he is too smart for his own good.

He stirs awake in a matter of seconds, eyes fluttering, grinning at the sight of you. “Oh, hey,” he says, trying to play it off like you didn’t just catch him snoozing in the library. “When did you get here?” He picks his pen up from the table to resume his studies as usual, which only earns a huff and a shake of the head from you.

“Only a little after realizing you weren’t going to meet me after my class was over.” The grin that forms on your lips widens when his eyes pop, realizing his mistake. He always meets you after your night class on Fridays. It gives him time to study during the two hour lecture and after, the two of you walk home together. When he didn’t show, you knew you could find him snoozing over his textbooks as usual. That’s the price he pays for studying so late and waking up so early for morning classes, trying to fit in time to cram for tests in between.

“Oops,” he says, nose scrunching while hoping you aren’t upset with him. Then he yawns, and reaches for you after stretching his arms a little too long because it feels so good and he has been cramped in the same position for over two hours. His soft, lazy grip pulls you close, and you can’t help but to snuggle against his gray sweatshirt that smells so comforting and familiar.

“Let’s go home,” you suggest, palms resting against his side and even your eyes close for a moment. “I’ll make dinner.”

“But this test-”

You smack your lips, then giggle. “I’ll help you study while I make us dinner.” When you pull away, he sports the smile you fell in love with during your high school days. “I’ll quiz you, because I know how smart you are and I know you’re going to get every question right.”

That same, beautiful smile you love widens as he agrees, making your heart flutter before you’re helping him gather his things. As the two of you walk home, his steps are heavy and he drags his weight, realizing his small nap did nothing for him. So you walk just as slow, taking your time while trying to keep up the conversation so he doesn’t fall over on you, mentioning your dance class the following day and your cute lab partner complimenting you on your top. All the important things, of course, and he hums at every break in your sentences, pretending he’s paying attention when you are well aware the only thing he is thinking about is a hot shower before crawling into the bed you share with him.

Once inside your small apartment, he leans against the wall near the door while slipping off his sneakers and you hold back a giggle watching your sleepy boyfriend. As you make your way to the kitchen after dropping your bag and ridding yourself of your own shoes, he follows behind to take a seat on a barstool beneath the tiny island countertop. As you begin searching the fridge for ingredients to make the two of you a simple, cheap meal, his head falls to his hands and his elbows rest against the counter.

“Looks like it’s take out night again,” you inform him, finding nothing in the fridge or cabinets to make anything worthwhile. You have promised yourself a million times the two of you will go shopping for actual food the moment neither of you are spending every waking second in class, studying, or at a part-time job. “What are you in the mood for? Italian? Chinese? Pizza? Would pizza be italian?”

“Sleep,” he mutters with a pout, “I’m in the mood for sleep.”

“You have to eat,” you remind him, and it’s something he so often forgets while working, or studying, or attending class. Making your way to settle between his legs, your arms wrap around his neck after he spins in the stool to meet your gaze. “And if you’re not going to take care of yourself on your own, then I will be the one to nag and remind you to eat, and take breaks, and tell you to pick up your underwear off the bathroom floor and stay in bed a little longer with me in the mornings. And that you are smart and you will pass the test with flying colors, and that you should also agree with me on ordering pizza because, well, it’s pizza.”

He says nothing between your caring rant and spiel of letting him know you will do your best to take care of him. A tired grin spreads on his lips before he leans closer, pressing a soft, sleepy kiss against you while pulling you just a bit closer by your hips.

“Pizza is fine,” he tells you when he pulls away, “and I’ll try to sleep more and not worry so much.”

“And?” Your brows raise, and his smile widens before a soft chuckle slips through his lips, filling you with warmth.

“And I’ll pick my underwear up off the bathroom floor.”

“Good.” With that, you’re the one leaning in to give him a quick peck on his lips, all before patting his shoulders. “Now, order us pizza and we can watch a movie. We haven’t had a movie night in so long. We deserve it!” Your tone sounds more like a whine by the end of your request, but he only laughs and nods, agreeing to order the pizza the two of you like while you pick out a movie, but he makes sure it’s nothing scary to keep him awake at night.

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jae-bummer · 1 year

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Give Me That Chance

Request: Good morning! If requests are still open, can I get #17 with Jackson Wang please? Thank you for all your writing efforts and allowing us to submit ideas. ♥️

Prompt:

17) Your friend (who is already dating one of the members) sets you up with your bias.

Pairing: Got7 Jackson x Reader

Genre: Fluff

"Try on the pants, Y/N," your friend, Cass, hissed from across the clothing rack.

"I don't even like pants," you muttered, flipping quickly through the bell bottoms she had been trying to talk you into.

"Fine," she sighed. "What about this top?"

She held up something much smaller and slinkier than you would normally wear, causing you to make a face.

"Why not try something new?" she beckoned. "It's much more fun than what your brain is telling you it is."

"How would you know that?" you hummed. "My brain is very convincing."

Cass paused with a huff to check her phone. Looking back up at you, she lifted a brow. "You have approximately ten minutes to find something and try it on."

"Why ten minutes?" you asked, looking up in confusion. If you remembered correctly, you had both cleared your calendars for the day to spend some time together.

"Yugy-" she started, but you immediately scoffed.

"You're really bailing on me for Yugyeom?" you sighed. While a small ember of anger sat heavily in your gut, you understood on some level. With his unconventional job and complicated schedules, Cass had to take what time she could. It still didn't make the burn sting any less.

"Not bailing," she said, tilting her head. "You are more than welcome to join us-"

"No thank you," you nodded. If you had to awkwardly stand by while they swapped spit again, you would simply vomit on both of them.

"You're not going to be a third wheel if that's what you're thinking."

Of course that was what you were thinking.

"Jacks-"

You lifted a hand. "I'll stop you there."

"Oh come oooon," she groaned, following you as you walked away from the pants you hadn't wanted anyway. "If you just gave him a chance."

"He has one volume, Cass," you said, spinning around. "And it's loud."

"You've just never been around him in a nice, calm setting," she coaxed.

"Because you've only ever invited me to parties he's hosted," you said with an eye roll. "Why is he hosting so many parties anyway?"

She shrugged.

"I know he means well," you nodded. "He's just...a lot."

"Maybe you could use a lot," she sighed. "Haven't you ever thought of pushing your own boundaries? Having someone who could be a safe place for you AND provide encouragement when you were presented with opportunities that you weren't necessarily comfortable with?"

You blinked at her, trying to formulate a response. She wasn't totally off base, and you couldn't help but be annoyed by it.

Wiggling her brows, she lifted up the top you had hoped she abandoned. "Be a little reckless, Y/N."

Groaning, you snatched the garment from her. "Fine."

You pulled helplessly at the crisscrossing straps of the shirt you were wearing. It was complicated and took you at least ten minutes to figure out how to wear (based solely on trial and error). Now that you were in it, you couldn't lie to yourself. It was hot.

"Cass?" you called from the dressing room. "Do you want to see?"

After waiting for a few seconds in silence, you gripped the curtain door and slid it open.

"Well, damn," a voice that you weren't expecting growled.

Your eyes grew wide as you stared at someone you hadn't expected to see so soon. Jackson.

Squeaking, you stepped backward and yanked the curtain closed.

"Good to see you too," he chuckled.

You remained still, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. Where was Cass?

"If it's not too much of an intrusion," Jackson chimed, pulling at the curtain. You looked up, scandalized, but quickly calmed as you saw he had a hand covering his eyes. "I would really like to stare at you a little longer in that."

You closed your eyes and scoffed. He was impossible, but you appreciated the ask for consent. Letting out a calming exhale, you opened your eyes again and dropped your arms.

Peeking through a gap he made in his fingers, he let out a low whistle. "Y/N, I didn't realize you could even look like that."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" you snapped, mildly offended but not entirely sure for what reason.

"I didn't mean it negatively!" he laughed, putting his hands up between the two of you. "I've just never seen you dressed in anything like this before."

"Jackson," you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Why are you here and what have you done with Cass?"

"Cass invited me here," he grinned. "She said you wanted to shop, but she had a dinner thing planned with Yugyeom."

Traitor.

"If my vote matters at all," he hummed, still unable to take his eyes off of you. "We should invest in that top."

Not long after you had closed the "door" of the dressing room, Jackson appeared at least another five times, announcing his presence with a "psst." Throwing clothes at you with each visit, it wasn't long before you were convinced you had modeled every piece of clothing the store had to offer.

Including the pants you had wanted nothing to do with.

After every outfit change and minutes of prolonged complaining, Jackson was generous with his compliments. When he didn't particularly like a style, he made sure to praise your own appearance and make sure you didn't feel like your body was the issue.

It was honestly one of the sweetest and most fun experiences you had ever had.

Once it was all over, he had even pulled his wallet out to pay. After a heated whisper-shout conversation at the counter, he eventually gave in only when you said you would get ice cream with him afterwards (and allow for him to treat of course).

...

You begrudgingly held the shopping bag at your side and held an ice cream cone in your opposite hand.

"This is so fun," Jackson smiled, walking happily beside you. It was difficult to be grumpy with someone so positive fluttering around you, but you were still a little irritated with the ambush.

"Mmm," you grumbled, licking the ice cream before it started to dribble down your hand.

"What flavor did you get?" he asked. Before you could answer, he took a bite out of the top of your scoop.

"Jacks!" you gasped, trying to decide if his action was gross or amusing. You guessed it depended on his oral hygiene.

"Mm chocolate chip cookie dough," he nodded. "Solid choice."

You let out a surprised, but small chuckle.

"Want some?" he asked, tilting his own ice cream your way.

"I'm good," you smirked, shaking your head.

"Suit yourself," he sighed, taking another long lick. "It's cream cheese and it's delicious."

Against your better judgement, you found yourself staring a little too hard at Jackson's actions. Sure, you had always taken him as Yugyeom's annoying friend, but you couldn't deny just how attractive he was. His focus in the direction of his ice cream cone only amplified that.

Get yourself together, Y/N.

Finally shaking the embarrassingly sexy cobwebs from your mind, you looked up to find Jackson watching you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"What?" you croaked.

"You sure you don't want a taste?" he prodded, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

You weren't entirely certain if he was still talking about the ice cream or not.

"No thank you," you tried to say calmly, but felt your voice crack on the words.

Chuckling to himself, he motioned toward the opposite end of the food court. "Do you see them?"

Narrowing your eyes, you tried to pay attention to the couple he pointed out. They were a little older than you, both staring at each other lovingly over a romantic meal of Subway.

"I do."

"What do you think their story is?"

You shook your head and looked at Jackson again. "What do you mean?"

"Are you telling me you've never made-up backstories for complete strangers before?" he asked, lifting his brows.

"I-well, not-" you stuttered. You supposed you had, but it had never been pointed out so plainly before.

"There are so many joys in this life you have yet to experience," Jackson clucked, taking your mumbling as a "no." "I'm glad we're on this date so I can show you."

"This isn't a date," you said, rushing the words out.

Patting your knee with his free hand, he looked at you knowingly.

Shit, this was kind of a date now, wasn't it?

"Now, back to business," he insisted. "Tell me what you think about the guy."

Letting out a sigh, you decided to play his game. "I dunno. Clean cut, good looking, probably makes okay money."

"Now that we've established that you do have eyes and can see out of them," he laughed. "Tell me what you think about him, Y/N. What does he do in his spare time? Do you think that's his only girlfriend?"

"I'm sorry, what?" you gasped. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"While I'm a monogamous creature myself," he hummed. "Most guys around our age are not."

You furrowed your brow, trying to see across the food court to get a better look at the guy. "You know, he does kind of look like a dick."

"My thoughts exactly," he laughed. "I bet he works in Sales at his company. He thinks he's the hot shot. This girl works at the office with him and he finally sweet talked her into casually hanging out this weekend."

Jackson grinned from ear to ear before turning toward you. In the course of your conversation, you had both finished your food. "Now here's a question."

You crossed your arms, fixing him with a stare. Trying not to smile, you nodded your head, waiting to hear more commentary.

"What would people say if they were giving us a backstory?"

Your heart fluttered at the question. Opening your mouth to rush out something sarcastic, you paused. The way he looked at you was so open. You knew you had snubbed him so many times before, did he really deserve your attitude now?

"You first," you said quietly.

"Well," he started, making a show of assessing you, then himself. "I see a guy who has liked someone since the moment he met them."

Your mouth popped into an "o" shape of surprise. You knew Jackson harbored what you assumed was a schoolyard crush on you, but you had never considered taking him seriously. How could you when he was the definition of unseriousness?

He watched your reaction, his own expression unreadable. "And that someone is giving themselves every reason they can think of not to like him back."

You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He wasn't wrong.

"Good assessment," you cringed.

During all of this talking, you weren't sure when your annoyance morphed into enjoyment. You instantly acknowledged Jackson being the cause for that change.

"So why is that?" he asked, tilting his head. "What's there not to like?"

"Do you really want the answer to that?" you teased.

"Okay, maybe not," he laughed. "I know when I'm pressing my luck and I don't really want hurt feelings today."

"Jacks," you sighed, shaking your head. A mental switch had flipped. "I guess I've never really given you a chance, have I?"

"Not even a tiny one," he smiled. He was so good natured; you weren't sure why he would even continue to try with you.

"What if..." you said slowly, trying to find your courage. "What if maybe I gave you a chance?"

He lifted his brows. It was your time to surprise him.

"A chance?" he said quietly. "Really? Outside of playing dress up? Outside of you watching me sensually lick-"

"Jackson!" you laughed, putting your hand on his knee to stop him. "This chance is fading quickly."

Jackson glanced down at where you touched him. Just as you were about to pull away, he set his hand atop of yours and interlaced your fingers. "Okay, okay."

His smiled was the biggest you had ever seen, especially considering you had witnessed him happily drunk on many occasions.

"Give me that chance."

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sweetestofchaos · 9 months

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

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

Warnings: SFW, nothing but cute fluff.

Pairings: Got7 x Reader

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

Mark

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

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

Jaebeom

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

“Let’s get your dry first, yeah?”

Jackson

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

“Your chariot awaits!”

Jinyoung

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

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

Youngjae

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

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

Bambam

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

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

Yugyeom

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

“Put the camera down and dance with me!”

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

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rainy-bangbeom · 2 years

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[5:54 AM]

Golden sunlight seeps in past yawning curtains, soaking the bedroom with a honey hue that bathes your skin in warmth. You stretch your arms over your head, groaning at each pop and crack of your muscles. Through bleary, drowsy eyes, you peer to your side before smiling at the sight of your companion burrowed beneath a mass of fluffy blankets and pillows.

You sidle closer to the sleeping man and lean down to press a gentle kiss against his furrowed brows. Jackson stirs snuggling deeper into the mattress while opening his eyes.

“Good morning, sunshine,” you hum, dragging your fingers through his messy hair. He leans into your touch with another sigh before mumbling something inaudible. “Hm, what was that?”

“Said I love you,” Jackson says softly, his voice hoarse and riddled with the remnants of sleep. You laugh as Jackson yanks you into his side and attacks your neck and shoulder with languid kisses. “Even though you wake me up at six in the morning…”

“There’s a saying that the early bird gets the worm, you know?”

Jackson, half asleep, hugs you closer with a huff. “Screw the worm—I have everything I need right here.”

#got7 x reader #got7 imagines #got7 fluff #jackson wang x reader #jackson wang imagines #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #timestamp sunday

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okskz · 3 months

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Break pt.2

elsy + chan

things aren’t looking good between the two and they only get worse from there.

first post of the year! hope you guys enjoy, and please feel free to leave some feedback because it is always appreciated. still not sure how long this series will be. also, requests are OPEN!

[8th member of got7/soloist]

it had been a couple of weeks since the argument between chan and elsy. not one of them took the time to fix things, or even check up on each other. elsy felt chan was the one who needed to message first since she felt he was the cause of their argument. which is why she started to get more upset with him for not trying to call or message her. chan didn’t even try to fix things after she stormed off that day.

was this the end?

elsy most definitely didn’t want her relationship with chan to end. she loved him, he was her first real love and relationship and this was just the thing she was scared of the most. and probably the main reason she was ever scared of getting into a relationship. she didn’t want to lose chan again.

but elsy kept telling herself that this was just a rough patch that couples go through. no relationship was perfect, but she definitely thought her’s and chan’s was. maybe things will go back to normal soon, she thought.

now, the girl was sitting on her couch along with jaebeom as the two watched a movie together. elsy had told jaebeom everything between the couple. with jinyoung being away, she couldn’t go to him like she always did.

“he still loves me right?”

jaebeom rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his beer. he had heard the same question over and over again. “elsy, of course he does.” he answered once again. trying to sound more reassuring. “you guys just had a little discourse, it happens to a lot of relationships.”

“it’s just he hasn’t messaged or call-“

“he’s probably just getting his thoughts together. and when he does, he’ll come looking for you.”

“but does it really take more than a couple of days?”

“he seems very busy in group activities, els.”

elsy sighed as she threw her head back against her couch. all she could think about was chan. “maybe he doesn’t know how to balance being in a relationship and his job. the group got busier than ever.” jaebeom said.

and that he was right, which is why elsy felt a little bad for lashing out on chan for doing his work. elsy knew how much chan loved making new music, but she also was getting tired of constantly having to only be in the studio with him to spend time with him.

his words still replayed in elsy’s head. the girl still felt some type of way with chan’s words. the last thing she wanted was to feel like she was a distraction to chan or going in between him and his work. but hearing it come from chan himself made her think it was becoming true.

it also felt like a slap in the face when he mentioned that he was actually doing something with music unlike her. especially when chan knew the reason why she took a pause in making music.

elsy let out a sigh and jaebeom turned his attention to her. “it’ll be okay, els.” he reassured her again. “he’ll come around.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“when am I ever wrong?” jaebeom let out a chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood. as he took another sip of his beer, elsy snorted and pushed the beer bottle more up, causing the beverage to spill out and go onto jaebeom’s shirt. “oops!”

“damnit, jiyeon!” jaebeom groaned. “now my shirt is ruined.”

elsy continued to laugh. “sorry about that, if you want, you can put it in the washer and then dryer.”

that he did. jaebeom was quick to stand up and take his shirt off to put it in elsy’s washer. and as he was doing that, elsy heard her bell ring and quickly stood up to open her door.

she tugged down her oversized tee, “bang chan?”

“hi, els.” he bit the inside of his lip. “may I come in-“

“who’s here jiyeon?” jaebeom said as he entered back into the living room. the door was open wide enough for chan to see jaebeom behind elsy. his eyes wandered to jaebeom being shirtless and the oversized tee elsy had on.

“it’s bang chan.” she answered. “yes, you can come in.”

chan was a bit hesitant but did either way. jaebeom greeted chan with a smile but only chan greeted jaebeom with a half smile. elsy already knew something was bothering chan.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” jaebeom said as he walked away, going into elsy’s spare room.

“if I’d had known you had company I wouldn’t have stopped by.”

“well, you haven’t messaged me so of course you wouldn’t have known.” elsy said. there was a bit of annoyance in the tone of her voice, and chan quickly noticed it.

“you haven’t either.” chan replied.

“sorry, didn’t want to be more of a distraction to you.” elsy said blankly. “you know, since you have work to do and I don’t.” she repeated the words chan said towards her.

“lee jiyeon, you know that’s not what I meant!” elsy flinched from his sudden outburst.

“you still said it though, bang chan!” elsy yelled back. “so obviously it had to have meant something!”

“no, elsy. no, not at all!” chan exclaimed. “I just meant it as in I didn’t need any distractions at that moment- because I needed to finish-“

“so I am a distraction to you.” elsy snapped. “I just wanted one day! one day for us to actually be a couple and do other things, all we do is sit around in the studio as you work and I’m just there. bang chan, that’s not a date, that’s not anything! I don’t want to always do that, I just wanted for us to go back to how we did things, us going out!”

“elsy, I just can’t do those things at the moment, my schedule has been all over the place-“

“when my schedules were busy, I still made time for you. listen, if you’re not here to apologize chan, then I think you should go. because I cannot deal with another argument with you.” elsy felt her eyes getting watery.

but chan got more annoyed. “why are trying to kick me out so quickly?” chan arched an eyebrow. “something going on between you two that you don’t want me to know about?”

elsy was taken back from chan’s words, becoming confused to say the least as she stared at chan. “what?” she snapped. “and what the hell do you mean by that?” the girl was at lost for words.

chan swallowed hard, “you know what I mean.”

“are you implying that I’m cheating on you?! as if I’d ever sleep with jaebeom, chris. he’s my group member-“

“you did it with jinyoung, so it’s a little hard to believe you wouldn’t.”

chan couldn’t stop the words from coming out. elsy let out the biggest gasp ever that even jaebeom could hear. the tension was thick. elsy felt like she had gotten stabbed in the back. what’s worse was that it was chan who made her feel that way. she couldn’t believe chan had the nerve to say that to her.

“fuck you, bang chan.”

elsy’s eyes became more watery and chan’s mood had instantly changed in regret. “el-“

“no, fuck you!” she yelled. “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” she continued to say as she pushed chan back, tears falling down her face. chan grabbed elsy’s arms to stop her from pushing his chest. “you out of all people.” she cried. “you know how I got treated and you know what people said about me! only for you to be like the rest of them, and think of me like that. fuck you!”

“get out.” elsy snapped. “get out of my home. I don’t want to see you.” the girl went to open her apartment door, leading chan out.

“elsy-“

elsy shook her head, telling chan one last thing before she shut the door on his face.

“we’re done.”

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xotaemintol · 10 months

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♡A black writer writing for beautiful black and brown readers♡

♡Ot5 SHINee imagines and more♡

Requests opened (Kibun requests are currently closed till further notice)⭐︎

EXO imagines and more❄︎

Requests are currently closed❄︎

→NCT DREAM ∙requests open

→NCT 127 • requests open

→NCT U ∙ requests open

→WAVY • requests open

→RIIZE • requests closed

→DOJAEJUNG • requests open

nothing yet♡

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sea-moon-star · 1 year

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La Dolce Vita || JW

Pairing: Jackson Wang x f.reader

Genre: Fluff, Boyfriend!Jackson

WC: 0.5k

Summary: 11.15am (Grocery Shopping)

A/N: Thanks to BuzzFeed Thirst Tweets & Complex Snacked for providing top tier Jackson content hehe. Totally inspired by real events, this is me being accurate af lmao. 🌊🌙⭐️

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11.15am (Grocery Shopping)

Dating Jackson meant that you treasured every moment you had together. Owing to his busy schedule, even having him to yourself for an hour felt like a luxury. But often he had chores piled up that needed to be done in that same one hour. And so you'll had made it into a habit to do the most routine things together- from visiting the laundromat to cleaning the house. And he loved doing these domestic things with you, as he was able to shed the skin of being the famous star- Jackson Wang and instead was just Wang Jiaer around you. It meant doing most things together- with puppy Wang following you around everywhere you went. But grocery shopping was the one time you'll split up completely. He turns to the left aisle, you to the right aisle.

Jackson's grocery list

Almond Milk (1 carton)

Pasture raised eggs (2 dozen)

Avocados 3

Zucchini 1

Squash 1

Kale 1

Bell Peppers 3

Broccoli 2

Onions 6

Garlic (more is always better)

Extra lean (90%) beef 1

Salmon 1

Y/N's grocery list

Ramen (nongshim spicy red)

Whole Wheat Bread

Penne Pasta

Parmesan Cheese

Potatoes

Onions

Garlic (more is always better)

Tomatoes

Mushrooms

Chillies

Coke

Clearly, one could see how your food choices could be simply described as veg-junk-spicy and his as non veg-organic-bland. You'll were poles apart, in your palates and had made your peace with the fact. With you, wearing a mask everytime he cooked something that gave off a pungent smell while he rolled his eyes & refused to kiss you when you'd just eaten something spicy that led to your skin feeling on fire.

But before you made it to the cash counter, you smiled at the oppositely laid out carts as you noticed some things in his cart that belonged to you & vice versa. Snacks & desserts held the key to both your hearts. In his cart were your all time favourites- choco pie, lindt & nutella. And you'd curated a list of his childhood treats from China such as rabbit milk candy, shanzha & sunflower seeds.

You knew each other's preferences perfectly & had managed to rub off the taste on the other as well. You could tell in the way he smiled, a grin stretching from ear to ear that he was pleased with your decisions & you chuckled fondly, seeing that he had managed to remember your cravings.

"You do realize we've both picked the cereal and ice cream?" You giggled & said.

"Never too much of those, am I right?" He replied as he shrugged & walked forward to pay the bill as you shook your head & followed him, interlinking your hand into his as he squeezed your hand tight. And while he made small talk with the cashier, you captured a mental snapshot of this perfect little outing, for this was just as joyful and memorable as any other grand date you'd been on. Life with your boyfriend was truly "La Dolce Vita"- a sweet boy, with a sweet tooth & a shopping bag filled with sweets.

"Why so impatient, princess?" He asked as he noticed you tapping your feet & nudging him with your elboe to rush things along. So you smirked & whispered softly in his ear, "I'm just eager to go home & eat some ice cream. Preferably off your abs, like that genius Ahgase suggested in the BuzzFeed thirst tweets video."

"Should've known it was you!! Why go to such great lengths when you could've just asked babe." He crooned back, his gaze so sultrily that you were worried he'd devour you right then & there. And you stood there frozen, as red as the Hawthorne berries in your hand. Waiting & bidding the time, till you finally got home.

Jackson & Y/N's grocery list

Big white rabbit creamy candy

Roasted sunflower seeds (spiced flavor)

Shanzha (dried hawthorne berries)

Lotte Choco Pie

Nutella

Lindt Liquor Chocolates

BR Bavarian Chocolate Ice Cream

Kellogg's Frosted Flakes

THE END. 🌊🌙⭐️

#jackson wang #team wang #ahgase #got7 jackson #got7 #magic man #got7 fic #jackson x reader #jackson wang x reader #wang jiaer #wang puppy #got7 fluff #got7 fanfic #jackson x you #boyfriend Jackson

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mykoreanlove · 3 months

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Jackson on Kinjaz

Your phone was blowing up constantly.

„Oh my god, did you see this?????“, your friend asked.

With shaking hands you clicked on the link.

„I used to be critical on myself in my mind in a negative way. Not healthy. At all. I would call myself names and put myself down in my mind. I drank the most disgusting shakes for my body health but up here? I was rotting.“

„Yeah, yeah. I remember videos of that nasty shake. What did you put in there - chicken?“

„Gotta get my protein, man. But you know I would constantly feel guilty for what I have done or what I might do.“

„Like what?“

„Like. Okay, like did I practice enough? Is magic man good enough? What if I let everybody down? How will I cope? How will I live?

All these voices.. these fucking nagging voices were with me 24/7.“

„Damn that sounds tough. What did you do?“

„I thought it was impossible to fix because I tried so hard and nothing changed me. Or if it did, it would only last a couple of weeks and I’d be back to feeling like shit and talking down on myself.

Jackson, you moron, how could you do this? Did you really think you could make it? You don’t deserve this success. You don’t deserve to be happy.“

„Jackson, bro. I feel for you. Really.“

„Look, I’m just being honest. I would naturally think of punishments coming my way. I’d imagine injuring myself or loosing all my fans or money. I’d think of the most horrific shit late at night when I should be peacefully sleeping.

I would try to change my thoughts to change my feeling. I would rationalize my way out for hours to only find myself entering a new cave.“

„Like a merry go round.“

„Exactly, I was stuck. Same shit, different day. My gut always had this underlying feeling of tension.

I tried my best to give myself relief but like I said, I could not find Relief for longer than a week. Maybe a month at best.“

„Is that why you turned to alcohol? Because I remember you chugging down a bottle of Hennessy and thought to myself that’s not normal.“

„Oh, of course I started drinking more. I needed more. What used to make me pass out back then is like a cute little cocktail to me now.“

„Damn, that really is a lot to handle. Did you try other things, as well?“

„Look, I tried everything in the book. You name it, I tried it. Worked out. Meditated. Drank. Had sex. Nothing could give me what I craved so badly. Nothing. Until I found her.“

You swallowed hard.

You had no idea that he would share all this with the public. You were very well aware of his struggles but hearing him talk about them upset you. It broke your heart imagining him like that, all dim and broken.

Also, it made you nervous.

You had no idea that he would introduce you into the world like this.

You had no idea that he would reveal your relationship to his homies on a podcast.

Yet, you were intrigued.

„Her as in …?“

„You see, love is a funny thing, right? I didn’t plan to fall in love, nor did I want to but I kind of did. I found the one, man. I found the love of my life and I was lucky enough to have her love me back. Do you know how rare that is?“

„Yeah, it is for you. I remember our last interview and how we wanted to get you on tinder and shit.“

„Exactly! I used to be on my own for years. Years, man. I gave up on love completely, thinking this was meant for others but certainly not me. And then she came into my life. Like an angel that was coming down to help me. Save me even.“

„Your savior, huh?“

„I swear to god her love saved me. It saved me from drugs, it saved me from self destruction and first and foremost it saved me from myself. I gotta be honest man, if I hadn’t met y/n I wouldn’t even be here anymore.“

„Wow. That’s, that’s a pretty heavy revelation. I’m glad you’re doing better now.“

„Oh, I am. Management is probably going to kick my ass later but I don’t care. Let me loose fans, let me loose money. I don’t give a shit. If you support me now, you support the real Jackson Wang. And that’s me right now - happily coupled to the most beautiful soul on this planet. If you can’t handle that - my bad.“

„Okay guys, it’s over. China‘s most wanted bachelor is officially off the market. WHOOOO!!“

„Yeah, the king has finally found its queen.“

„So, what is she like?“

You paused the interview and took a deep breath. Jackson was very vocal of his feelings for you, but hearing it like that felt different. The biggest smile was plastered on his face as he was talking about you.

You as in his queen.

You as in future Miss Wang.

Hundreds of butterflies announced themselves in your stomach, making you giddy and joyful.

„Oh man, she is the best. Like, she is so breathtakingly beautiful. Inside and out. We have the best conversations. I feel like she is my best friend. Truly, no one gets me like she does. It’s just.. it’s effortlessly easy. We laugh a lot, we talk a lot, we share everything with each other. I’m just so grateful, man.“

„Yeah, I can see that. You’re grinning from ear to ear. Make sure to invite me to your wedding.“

„Like you invited me to your birthday?“

„Okayyyyy, let’s wrap it up. Guys, that’s it for today. Thank you Jackson, really appreciate you brother.“

You stopped the video, giggling at your petty boyfriend.

„Remind me to have a word with you once you’re back, yeah?“, you texted him.

It didn’t take him a second to instantly call you.

„Did you see it? Already? Damn babygirl, you’re quick“, he teased.

„You could have warned me, Wang!“

„I didn’t plan to say all that but I couldn’t help myself. It just.. it just came out of me. I really meant it though.“

„Everything?“

He knew exactly what you were implying.

„Oh, I’m gonna make you Miss Wang for sure. Rule my kingdom with me? Please?“

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thatonedonut · 11 months

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Hey and happy new year

Can I request a Jackson wang imagine in which the reader goes to a concert during his magicman tour where she makes lots of new friends as well. Jackson also brings her on stage and serenades her.

All the fan interactions on the internet with fans living their Y/N dream its just *dreamy sigh*

The lights beamed across the stadium, blasting white, blue, and green across the middle sections. The base n the track vibrated your feet and would've caused you to collapse had you not been jumping and dancing with everyone else in the pit. Instead, you squinted your eyes, shaking your head to the beat and allowing your hair to fall freely over your face. Had you not been in the front row, the volume of your signing could've drowned out the actual performance, but you didn't care.

You had already pre-gamed with a couple of shots of strawberry vodka at your friend's apartment before all 3 of you eventually hopped on the shuttle toward the venue. You hoped the liquor would kick in and give you enough confidence not to worry about the thousands of other screaming fans dying to get as close to the stage as you were. You changed your outfit twice before deciding on dark blue jeans and a black sheer top paired with a silver necklace.

Yet here you were, hair was undone and the top layer of your shirt in your purse as you danced in a black tank top. You paused to turn towards your friend, but before you could ask about the next song, the lights began to dim, and your attention focused on the chair in the center of the stage. The crowd hushed as Jackson Wang picked up a hand mic and strolled towards the front audience.

"For this next song, I'd like to invite a special lady for an up close performance."

The crowd raced, and girls screamed in competition to get his attention. Finally, you turned towards your friends, grabbing their hands in excitement.

"I wonder who it'll be," she shouts, "I wish I could be that lucky."

You smiled and nodded before glancing back towards the front stage.

Jackson did a few laps, teasing the screaming fans that reached towards him before pausing in front of your section. You stood in awe, savoring the opportunity to have him within 10 feet of you. Your friend taps your shoulder hurridly.

"He's definitely looking at you!"

You shake your head, "What? No, he's not. He could be looking at anyone here."

You tilted your chin to meet his gaze, being welcomed by a smirk before he brought the mic to his lips.

"The girl with the silver necklace," you froze.

"Would you join me on stage? He reached his hand towards you as security made room to escort you to him. You grabbed his hand and pulled yourself up, landing in front of him in the chair. He stood above you, allowing you to embrace the smell of his citrus colone before speaking again.

"What's your name?" He leaned down to bring the microphone to your lips. You hesitated, the lights focused on you, and you quickly scanned the crowd for your friends.

He leaned towards your ear, pulling off his earpiece briefly.

"If you're nervous, just pretend it's you and me. It's always you and me."

He presses the piece back into his ear before turning towards the crowd and signaling his team and dancers to start the track.

#got7 scenerios #got7 jackson #got7 mark #jyp got7 #got7 jinyoung #got7 imagines #got7 smut #got7 icons #got7 #got7 youngjae #got7 jb #got7 x reader #got7edit #got7 fluff #jyp #jackson wang smut #jackson wang

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miss-conjayniality · 10 months

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random soft rambling

you know…….🧐……i think i have a type when it comes to my biases…………jay is such a prime example of this.

i often think about how people say he resembles got7’s jb (who just so happens to be my got7 bias AND a former ult of mine during my ahgase days). and i TOTALLY see it omg……….

and as a diehard nu’est stan, i always thought he reminded me of minhyun. the soft, elegant gentleman vibes & the nerdiness. they’re both known for their regal presence and make headlines for their effortless chic vibes no matter what they wear. both of them are highly intelligent and have an insatiable thirst for knowledge. they both love to cook, clean and do all the house chores. they both have the tendency to be seen as calm, cool and collected at first impression, only to later be unearthed as the cutest, dorkiest goofballs ever. 🥹

jay has the modest, traditional elegance of minhyun paired with the dark, sexy edginess of jb. and that really drives me crraaazzyyy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

and the one thing all three share in common???? their paternal/grandpa tendencies 🥺 they’re all known for being reliable, sweet, warm, caring, and kindhearted gentlemen who adore their fellow members with all their heart and look after them 🥺 they’re also known for being reserved and domestic 🥺 and all three of them are such sunshine protectors of their fellow sunshine members 🥺 SOFT HOURS……………………………………

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writerpetals · 1 year

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fairly enchanting | ❤️

; optional male lead fluff | ☁️

w; witch!au, fairy!au

The first time you met him, he was rushing out of the apartment building you were scrambling into while trying to get out of the rain. His shoulder brushed your own that was soaked with your drenched sweater clinging to your body, and it only took him a second to turn and apologize while pushing his black, wavy hair from his eyes. Shivering, you assured him it’s fine, it happens, and suddenly he wasn’t in such a hurry anymore.

In the moment you felt the electricity between the two of you, and even more so when you stared into his dark eyes. There was something curious and hypnotizing about him as he flashed a grin and apologized once again. Maybe even magical, the thought popped into your mind, but you pushed it away until the next time you ran into him.

It didn’t take you long to realize there was something special about him. Other than the way he made your heart flutter when he looked at you, you felt an aura from him you’ve never felt with anyone before. It was magnetic, drawing you to him and causing you to feel at ease in his presence.

Which doesn’t come easy for your kind. You were born a fairy, living in a humble cottage in a faraway woodland village with your larger than average, yet somehow still so small family, away from strangers, and humans, and any other creature that wished to do you harm. You remember all the stories your parents told you about how you shouldn’t trust anyone, how to keep yourself closed off and only rely on your own frollick of fairies you were close to.

They tried their best to warn you and your brothers and sisters, but it was no use. You wanted something better, something bigger. So you set out on your own, venturing off from the safety of the forest and the protection of your family’s magic to meet humans in the first city you could find. Come to find out, humans weren’t so bad. Well, most of them. There were times you might have cast a bad luck charm on someone that was rude and pushy, but you convinced yourself they deserved it. It will wear off after a while, you told yourself, and then went on about your fairy business.

Which, in the city, meant working full time at a corner bookstore to pay rent on a small apartment, but fairies didn’t need much room anyway. It was exciting, and you felt adventurous seeing how big the world actually was. Most of your parents warnings never even crossed your mind.

That was, until you met him. At first he seemed innocent enough, of course. He was always friendly, made sure to say hello, and one late night even helped you carry a brown paper bag of groceries up to the fifth floor where you lived. You told him it was fine, you were stronger than you looked, but he insisted. Part of you wanted to believe he was just being nice, but his charming aura, always so kind and funny, began to tell you something different.

After a while the electricity you felt between the two of you became stronger. You just knew there was something more to him. After all, you have your heightened senses thanks to being a magical being yourself. You were positive there was something you were missing, but how could you guess when he only ever appeared as the kind and polite boy that lived one floor lower than you.

“How was work?”

You spot him on your way in one night. It’s beginning to storm again and you’re shivering as you make your way to the elevator, standing next to him as he grins and pushes his hair from his eyes. One side is already tucked behind his ear, giving you a view of a few piercings with just as black jewelry in each one. You’ve never noticed them before, but you guess there’s a lot left to find out about him.

“Boring, as usual,” you tell him with a grin, reaching to press the elevator button a few more times due to it taking forever. Sometimes it just needs a reminder there are residents actually waiting on the old, nearly broken thing. “Don’t get too many customers to bookstores these days, so it’s mostly just tidying up and arranging new displays to try and draw attention.”

“Ah, maybe I should stop by some time?” He smiles wide, nose wrinkling with a quiet laugh falling from his lips and it makes every nerve in your body come alive. It’s the feeling of being drawn to him filling you up all over again. It’s not something you can understand or explain, but when he’s near, you decide you don’t want to. “Keep you company.”

You bite your lip for just a moment to not give away how wide you want to grin. “I would like that.”

Finally the elevator arrives and the two of you step inside as the doors close behind you. You’re still shivering, somehow even colder on the elevator. Or maybe it’s him making your nerves come alive. Either way, you wrap your hands around your body to try to caress some warmth into your arms.

“Cold?” he asks, taking a step closer. “Need a jacket?” He tugs on the bottom corners of his black, leather jacket and immediately you shake your head.

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” you assure him, smiling politely at his kind gesture. The elevator dings with each floor it passes, until it reaches the fourth. “I’ll be home soon and I can finally get warm.”

Chucking, he steps past the doors and turns to you. “Have a good night.”

“You too,” you reply, expecting the doors to shut and cover his cute, grinning face any second, but it doesn’t come. “Ugh…” you groan, reaching to press the buttons with urgency.

“Stuck again?” he laughs.

“Guess so.” A sigh falls from your lips while you step into the hall, wondering just how much money you have saved up so you can afford an apartment with a proper working elevator. You make a mental note to call the human service man in the morning. “Looks like I’ll be taking the stairs.”

“Well,” he begins, tucking his hands into the pockets of his faded denim jeans. “You could come inside—” He motions with his thumb pointing behind him to have you glancing toward his apartment door “—just to get warm. I could make you some tea or something.”

Hesitating, you purse your lips and hum, but another shiver runs down your spine to remind you of the chilly, wet autumn air. A hot cup of tea doesn’t sound so bad. Not when it’s made by your cute neighbor.

“Sure.” You tell him to have him grinning. “I would really like that.”

Together, you make the short walk to his place. He pushes the key and twists the lock, then steps to the side and holds the door for you. You enter his place with curious eyes, finding it just as small as your apartment, cozy and comfortable and a lot cleaner than you would have guessed. There’s a kitchen to your left, the opposite of the layout in your apartment, and an inviting looking living room straight ahead. It’s clear his sofa may be aged from its tattered cloth at the corners, but it’s aligned with soft looking pillows and an even softer blanket you would love to cuddle under to stay warm. There’s even a few candles here and there, telling you that’s the scent of pumpkins, crunchy leaves, and fall you must be smelling.

“Make yourself at home,” he says, slipping off his boots after shutting the door. You follow his lead, sliding out of your sneakers to walk in bare socks to his living room. “I’ll get the tea started.”

You take a seat on the couch, curling your legs beneath you while taking in his home. There’s a TV nailed to the far wall, causing you to wonder what kind of shows he’s into. You tried watching what the humans call cable television during a boring night at work not long after you moved to the city. Your boss set up a TV just like this one in a room in the back of the small store, but after only watching a little bit you decided the shows where the humans competed in games to win over their mates for life weren’t for you. You were turned off from TV ever since.

Your eyes fall to a couple of pictures in frames on the coffee table. There’s only a few, but they’re all with faded photographs of what you assume to be a him when he was younger with an older couple. Guessing them to be his parents, an ache settles in your chest at the thought of your own family.

“Comfy?” His voice pulls you from the homesickness before it can settle, looking up at him to see he’s taken off his coat and pushed his hair back. You nod at him with a smile, trying to stop your heart from fluttering at just the sight of him. “Here,” is all he says, reaching for the blanket resting on the back of the couch to unravel and place gently over your shoulders.

“Oh…” So much for settling your heart.

“So you can get warm,” he adds, flashing a wide, proud smile before he turns to head back to the kitchen.

Grinning to yourself, you turn your attention back to your font, eyes falling on a book not far from the pictures. It’s made of what you assume to be leather, though its edges are frayed and there’s a few yellow, aged pages jutting out, as if they were torn from within to be loosely placed back inside. Though, what grabs your interest is the purple lettering on the front in a language you can’t read, drawing you to reach your hand out to graze the surface. It feels like silk beneath your fingertips, and the moment you touch the book, there’s a bolt of electricity surging through you. It’s the same feeling as the first night you met him.

“Hey…” you call for him, but reach for the book anyway to unfold it in your lap. “What’s this book about?” You can’t resist, flipping through the pages with wide eyes until your heart sinks into the pit of your stomach.

You scan the words trying to make sense of what you read. Spells and potions. Elixirs and charms. A recipe calling for a rat’s tail, a single hair of your enemy, and… peppermint? Enchantments, crystal ball meditation tips, old family secrets on how to trap other supernatural creatures. How to kill vampires and make sure they’re dead. How to control the dead if you want a pet vampire. How to summon demons and find your own familiar.

How to shrink fairies and keep them trapped in mystical glass vials to eventually do your bidding. How to make fairies your slaves. The tastiest recipe for cooking fairy meat to bring out their natural, magical flavors.

You snap the book shut and toss it aside just as he walks into the living room. He opens his mouth to speak, but instantly shuts it when he sees the book lying open on the floor, the page turned to something about fairy blood being the key ingredient for a rejuvenation potion.

“Oh… uh…” he begins to mutter, but you ignore him to jump from the sofa while slinging the blanket off your shoulders. “Wait!” He tries to protest just as you push past him, and grabs your arm to keep you from running too far.

“You’re a witch?!” You push your hands against his chest so he will release you. He doesn’t put up too much of a fight, letting go of your arm as you stumble backward. Your legs are shaking, insides trembling because now it all makes sense. The electricity. Being drawn to him. Feeling that magnetic connection. The fae are naturally drawn to witches and other creatures of the night because they prey on fairies such as yourself. It’s no wonder you felt so calm and comfortable around him. Your parents were right. You shouldn’t have trusted anyone. You shouldn’t have left home.

“It’s… it’s not what it looks like!” He steps forward, holding up his hands to try to reach for you, but you’re already backing away. “That book…”

“The book that has all the ways to trap and kill me?” you question, your back hitting the door with a thud. A trembling hand reaches for the handle, but you’re still too shaken to actually turn away from him. “Did you know what I was?” Now your voice becomes unsteady. He doesn’t move from his spot, not wanting to scare you. Too late, you think.

“I knew you were like me,” he says calmly, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Like you?” you scoff in disgust. “I’m not a murderer. I’m not someone that would kill another creature!”

“I’m not either!” he corrects, taking two steps forward to have you cowering beneath him. Why can’t you run? Why won’t your body turn away from him? Why can’t you stop staring into his eyes?

“That book would say otherwise.” You raise your chin as you speak. Even if you can’t run away, you can at least feign courage. “You know… the one that tells you the tastiest ways to cook me! Ew, you’re disgusting!”

His jaw tenses a second before he pinches the bridge of his nose. You can only watch, even though after a few seconds you gain the strength to reach with your foot to slip on your sneakers. Though, they end up on the wrong foot, still putting all your focus on him to make sure he doesn’t make any sudden movements, or cast any charming spells.

“That book belongs to my grandfather, the high priest of our coven,” he explains softly. You hate the way your body relaxes just a bit from his tone, but now it makes sense why he has that effect on you. “I took it when I left my family a few years ago. Yes, there are awful things in that book but I’ve never done any of them. Well, apart from a few bad luck charms, but who hasn’t?”

If you weren’t terrified of the witch, you would probably laugh. Goddess knows you’ve done your fair share of the same spells.

“I did know what you were when I met you,” he confesses, looking into your eyes so you will see his sincerity as he speaks. “Well, I knew there was something special about you. I was drawn to you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You bite your lip to keep from saying you felt the same way. You don’t want this witch to know anything else about you. The fact that he knows what you are is bad enough.

“It didn’t take long to figure out you were fae. There’s a light that surrounds you. It’s almost intoxicating. It can make anyone’s day brighter.” He reaches to rub the back of his neck as he speaks, shoulders slumping. “I was just happy to have finally found someone like me. Someone not human. It’s been so long since I left my family, and our kind don’t bond well with humans. I was just…”

He sighs, his words falling short. For some reason, the fear is pushed to the side, curiosity taking over. “You… what?”

“I just wanted to feel close to someone again,” he admits, looking at you with wide, lonely eyes to have your heart skipping a beat, but you tell the stupid thing to calm down. There’s no use in getting a crush on a witch that can chop you up for his stew at any moment, even if he is cute. “I would never hurt you.”

You want to believe him. Truly, you do. If you’re being honest, you understand how lonely it can get. You often think of your family, your brothers and sisters and cousins and playing pranks on one another and casting charms just to tease each other. It’s been a long time for you, and he’s right, it’s not easy to bond with humans. Sure, they’re nice when they want to be, but it’s not like connecting with something magical, something supernatural.

Still, your parents warnings come into mind. You can’t trust him. You have to look out for yourself.

“I…”

Before you can say much, the boiling water in the kitchen begins to bubble over. The hissing steam echoes throughout the small apartment, pulling his attention from you for a moment.

Suddenly, you have a chance to run. It’s like your brain is finally telling your legs to move. With a sharp turn, you fling the door open and bolt into the hallway, hearing him call your name behind you, but you can’t look back. You rush to the door at the end, running into the stairwell and hurrying to your own home.

He doesn’t chase after you, leaving you to hide away in your apartment with a racing heart, though there’s a longing in your chest.

***

Days pass without seeing him. Though, you mostly stay hidden in your apartment, not even leaving to get food or go to work. Luckily, you had a few spare days to take off, and your boss didn’t seem too upset since work wasn’t busy. So, you ate nothing but peanut butter sandwiches and tried to think of ways to deal with your neighbor downstairs.

Though, as a few more days pass, you assume he isn’t going to bother you. Maybe he got the hint, you think. After all, you did go running and crying out of his apartment. Maybe he isn’t a bad witch. You wouldn’t even have found out what he was if you weren’t being nosy, you remind yourself, almost feeling the heaviness of guilt in your chest.

He was always kind to you. He was polite and greeted you whenever he saw you. He even helped with your groceries, making a trip up to your floor when he didn’t have to. If he wanted to hurt you, he wouldn’t have waited weeks and weeks while getting to know you.

Stubbornness sets in as you think it over, quickly replaying your parents warnings in your head.

You can’t trust witches, your father’s voice echoes, their kind will only hurt you.

He wouldn’t hurt me, you think a second later.

Your mind flips back and forth, is he good or isn’t he? Should you trust him or not? You don’t get a moment longer to think it over, however, when there’s a quick knock at your door. It pulls you from your thoughts that were interrupting your reading, tossing a book you borrowed from your work to the side with a sigh. Your heart races and your legs quiver as you make your way to the door, already sure of who it is on the other side, but taking a peek out of the peephole anyway.

Of course, you spot him. He’s carding his fingers through his hair while biting his lip. He’s wearing the same leather jacket he offered you only a week before, when you were cold from the rain and tired from your shift at work. The ache returns in your chest, feeling lonely, before feeling shaken at the sight of him all over again.

“I’m sorry.” His voice suddenly comes through. You turn away from looking out, pressing your back to the door and closing your eyes. You can’t give in. Maybe he doesn’t mean you harm, but even just being friends with him can’t be good for you. What if his kind find you? What if they aren’t so nice? “I’m sorry I scared you,” he is saying a moment later, his voice a bit closer now as if he’s leaning against the door right along with you.

You say nothing, heart pounding in your chest and only hoping he will go away. But he doesn’t, hearing a heavy sigh, though it’s quiet.

“I meant what I said, you know,” he begins again, and you wait in silence. “I would never hurt you. I should have been honest. Maybe it would have made it easier, but I… I really only wanted to get to know you. I felt good when you were around. Complete, maybe? I don’t know. God… don’t be idiot, just say how you feel… you idiot.”

You can't help but smile at him talking to himself in mumbles. You admit it makes you feel a little better. The sincerity in his tone, as if it’s eating him up inside the fact that he scared you, has your chest aching.

“I… was told to never trust your kind.” Finally, you gain the strength to speak, though your voice wavers with every syllable.

“I know,” he says with a sigh, “I know we aren’t the most trustworthy beings. I know the things my coven has done. It’s awful and that’s why I wanted to get away. I wanted to be different and have a different life. I didn’t want to be like them.”

“Why did you have the book, then?” you ask, voice steadier than before.

“I… can you open the door?” he questions with a chuckle. “It’s kind of hard to explain it to you like this.”

You think it over for a moment, and part of you wants to open the door and allow him in, but you’re still wary. It could be a trick, you think for a moment and you know it's your parent’s voice more than it is your own. He wouldn’t hurt me, you correct your thoughts, truly wanting to believe the words.

“I could open the door myself, you know,” he suddenly says, and your jaw slacks.

“That’s definitely not helping your case.”

“Shit.” You hear a thud as the door vibrates against your back, as if he hit his head once the realization hit him. “I just meant, I could if I wanted, but I wouldn’t because I wouldn’t ever hurt you. I just want you to trust me. God, how can I get you to trust me?”

A shaky, nearly broken voice has you inching closer to believing him. You understand how hard it is for your kind, being a magical being in a scary new world and all. You understand his loneliness and need to grow close with someone, as well as him showing a more human side by wanting your trust.

Slowly, you turn to open the door, but only a few inches wide. It’s enough to come face to face with him, and his wide eyes and parted lips would tell you he’s surprised you opened it in the first place.

Grinning, he reaches to rub the back of his neck. “Hi,” is all he says, and you try to hide your smile the best you can.

“Hi.”

“Are you still scared of me?” His voice lowers to a whisper as he asks.

“I don’t know, yet,” you tell him honestly, trying to put on a brave face. “Can you really open my door on your own?”

He smirks as if the question is a challenge for him. With a simple nod of his head, your door is pulled from your loose grasp on the handle to slowly swing open, and the electricity from even a simple charge of his magic shoots straight through your body. It has butterflies fluttering in your stomach and warmth filling you with every inch. No wonder you were drawn to him in the first place. You could definitely get used to such a rush of energy.

“You must be a powerful witch, then,” you tease him, as if taunting him to perform a bigger gesture of his abilities to actually show them off.

But he only shrugs and grins. “I guess you could say that.” Chuckling, his eyes fall to the floor. “I could say the same for you.”

“What?” You’re taken aback. “I haven’t even practiced my magic since I met you.”

“But I can feel it,” he admits, his eyes meeting your own and suddenly you can’t look away. “I’ve been hooked on you since the first night I met you. See?”

His words have your heart racing and it feels like it will beat right out of your chest when he reaches for your hand. He takes your palm in his own, a gentle motion pressing your flesh against his to feel the charge of magic surging through the both of you. It’s as if it’s feeding off of each other, your magic growing stronger, making you feel light and airy, as if it were a natural high, and his growing more intense to have your knees feeling weak all over again.

And in doing so, touching your hands together and sharing your energy, you feel calm, safe, and certain he wouldn’t hurt you. It’s as if you can feel his emotions, his sensitivities and thoughts and motivations, all at once. You feel him just for him, and you put your trust in him in return.

“Why do you have that book?” you ask, not pulling your hand away from his. He stares into your eyes, wanting to show you his honesty.

“As a reminder I guess,” he says. “A reminder of the kind of person I want to be, and what I want to change.”

“It had… a lot of awful things in it,” you tell him, and he grins.

“I know, I’m sorry you had to see it.” A few seconds pass, and you look down at your hands joined, pressing your fingertips into his as if you’re now craving his magical affection. A bolt of warmth surges through your arm, followed by a cool wave of calm. “But the truth is, that book has been in my family for a long, long time. Most of the stuff isn’t used anymore. And it does come in handy when I need to make a relaxing tea, or meditate if something is troubling me.”

“That makes sense,” you admit with a grin. “I’m… sorry I freaked out on you.”

“I don’t blame you for it.”

“Sorry I called you disgusting,” you giggle.

“That you will have to make up to me.” He chuckles, and you giggle again, and neither of you realize just how close your bodies have become to one another.

“How so?”

“Come to dinner with me?” He raises a brow, a hopeful expression spiraling on his face. “Please? I want to get to know you, and I want you to know the real me. Not some version of me you’ve heard horror stories about.”

The electricity between the two of you has you hypnotized. It calms you, even comforts you. It makes you feel less alone and homesick and makes you realize witches aren’t so bad after all. You’re drawn to him because you’re more alike than you wanted to believe. There’s no way you could tell him no.

“Sure,” you agree to your first date with him, watching him grin from ear to ear, “I would like that.”

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daemour · 5 months

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[07.54] Kim Yugyeom

pairing: yugyeom x reader

wc: 452

warnings: none

genre: fluff, established relationship

so many morning timestamps lmaoo sorry one of these days it'll be a different time hehe

happy late birthday yugyeom!! unfortunately ur birthday is over the holidays so i got busy

When you awake, you are met with Yugyeom’s serene face. Your breath hitches as his breath brushes your cheek gently. You can’t help but smile at your boyfriend, your hand coming up and brushing against his jawline. Now that he was on break from work, he had gained a little bit of weight and you found it extremely endearing, the way he filled out and softened his edges and glowed healthily. He is soft but even softer in his sleep, and you can feel your heart swell and you lean over to plant a quick, sweet kiss on the apple of his cheek.

Yugyeom shifts slightly in his sleep, his face moving closer and lodging his nose in your collarbone. You giggle at that, his breath tickling your shoulder, but lean your head to the side, pressing even more kisses to his temple. “Morning?” he asks in a rough voice, confused at the sudden affection you are showering upon him.

“Good morning,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips. Although he’s still half-asleep, he returns it, throwing his arm around your waist lazily and bringing you closer.

“It’s too early to be up,” he groans and you laugh. “It’s my off day, let me sleep.”

His whining tone only serves to make your smile grow even fonder and you press another kiss to the tip of his nose. “You’re sweet,” you hum, shifting to let your hands cup his face and offer him more kisses. “I’m happy I get to be with you.”

Yugyeom’s eyes blink open, a little more awake now as his lips pull into a sweet smile. “I’m glad too, babe, but what’s up with you? You’re super lovey-dovey today.”

You shrug the best you can with his arms around you and your arms around him. “I’m just feeling very fond of you today,” you say, kissing him once again. “I don’t know why, I just woke up and wanted to give you some love.”

Yugyeom hums, his eyes fluttering close as you kiss him again and again, peppering it all over his face. “I love you,” he murmurs, brain falling back asleep and your heart blooms at the sight. “Let’s get married.”

He clearly didn’t register his words quite yet, falling back asleep so quickly, leaving you to stare at your lover in disbelief. Not negative, of course, just unexpected. You loved him, and you know he loved you, but you weren’t sure if marriage would ever be on the table for you two. With your smile growing soft, you press a kiss to his forehead and cuddle up next to him once more.

“Let’s,” you whisper into his hair, a promise full of hope and love.

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sweetestofchaos · 10 months

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Between the Sheets | L.JB

Hey, girl, ain't no mystery At least as far as I can see I wanna keep you here layin' next to me Sharin' our love between the sheets

The Isley Brothers - Between the Sheets

pairing: jay b x reader genre: married, established relationship, smut, fluff rating: 18+ warnings: oral (m receiving), consensual somnophilia word count: 1.5k summary: he isn’t ready to wakeup, but you on the other hand...

a/n: something more on the softer side and unbetaed...hope you like it!

Early morning light streamed in from the semi closed blinds. Soft shadows bounced off the many objects in the room and fell onto the bed. Two lumps were buried under a peach colored blanket that was barely on the bed. Rumbled sheets acted as a soft barrier between the cool air and the warm bodies that were fast asleep. Someone was snoring softly and a body shifted on the bed. The peach blanket fell to the floor, pushed to the very edge before gravity played its part. A pair of feet are exposed, the cold air bites at the toes and the snoring is interrupted as someone wakes from a sudden shiver.

Jaebeom fights to stay asleep, his dream just within reach if he snuggles into the warmth of…Jaebeom’s feet are cold. He rubs his feet together and tries to search for the blanket but can’t find one. He doesn’t want to open his eyes, he can just tell that it is too early to be alive. Somewhere in the apartment Nora yowls and Jaebeom sighs. Maybe it isn’t as early as he thought. Fighting with himself, Jaebeom pulls himself out of his sleeping state and rolls over onto his side. His eyes peek open and a purple bonnet with silver stars is mixed into the peach sheets. He smiles as he yawns and scouts closer to the warm body known as his wife. Jaebeom pulls her into his arms, her back against his chest and buries his nose into the bonnet. He inhales the scent of oil sheen and pink lotion, a soft fragrance that is forever a part of his wife’s hair care routine.

Jaebeom closes his eyes and lets his body relax once more. Five more minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? He got home late last night and he just feels so tired. He is snoring again. The woman in his arms shifts, her head moves away from his chest as she tries to keep her peaceful sleep. In the distance, she can hear Cake and Odd fussing and slowly starts to come out of her dreamland. The weight on her waist and the warmth at her back is tempting as she fights with herself to get out of bed. Holding her breath, she slips out of Jaebeom’s arms and sits at the edge of the bed. Her slippers wait on the floor, fluffy and yellow, kinda like Big Bird. Looking over her shoulder, she smiles at her sleeping husband and wipes the sleep from her eyes as she yawns. Standing up, she walks over to the bedroom door and opens it. Sure enough, Koon is waiting for her.

Bending down, she scoops the little Korean short haired cat into her arms and kisses the top of its head.

“Good morning, my sweet baby.” Her voice is soft, still muddled down with sleep as she makes her way to the kitchen where the other four cats are waiting. She smiles and sets Koon on the floor with the rest of his siblings and goes about getting their breakfast all set up. Placing everything on the floor, the woman smiles once more and grabs two bottles of water from the fridge. She sets them on the counter table before she goes to the bathroom to relieve herself, wash her face and brush her teeth.. She yawns before she goes into the kitchen for the bottles of water.

“See you in another hour or so,” she tells the cats as she glances at the time and sees that it’s only eight in the morning. Back in the bedroom, she places the bottles of water on the nightstand and looks at her sleeping husband. His face is soft, there’s some stubble on his chin and she can see faint bags under his eyes. She stops to think what time he came home last night and she can’t remember. She knows that it was after midnight ‘cause that’s when she went to bed. Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, she sits on the edge of the bed and pulls up the online menu of Jaebeom’s favorite place to eat. He has no idea that they have started doing delivery and she orders food for the both of them. She sets the delivery for eleven o’clock and glances over her shoulder at Jaebeom.

He’s shirtless and only wearing a pair of black boxers. The sheet is barely covering his legs and the blanket is nowhere to be seen, most likely on the floor. She can see that he has morning wood and bites her lower lip as her mouth starts to water. Her core starts to throb, she can feel herself becoming wet the longer she stares at her husband's dick. She lays on the bed and fixes the sheets so that it’s covering their lower halves correctly. She’s wearing an oversized sleep shirt that stops mid thigh with no underwear on. She hates sleeping in underwear, it feels like she’s suffocating herself.

Resting her cheek against her fist as she holds her head up, she watches Jaebeom sleep. The rise and fall of his chest is soothing enough to have her second guessing if she really wants to wake him up. Her core clenches in protest and she nibbles at her thumb, “Babe?” She calls out to Jaebeom softly, not wanting him to fully wake from his slumber. “Babe?” Reaching out she strokes her finger down the bridge of Jaebeom’s nose and traces over his lips with her fingertips. Jeabeom’s face scrunches but soon relaxes as he turns his face in her direction. “Beomie, bae?”

“Mmmm?” Jaebeom grunts and turns away to which she just smiles and continues to trace over the contours of his face.

“I want you, Beomie.”

Jaebeom nods his head and yawns, “Yeah?” His voice is husky, he isn’t awake at all.

“Can I have you baby?”

“Whatever you want,” Jaebeom answers and his wife giggles. She leans forwards and pecks his cheek softly.

“You sleep baby. Let me take care of you.”

She slips beneath the sheet and situates herself between Jeabeom’s legs, flat on her stomach with her arms bent towards her chest. Reaching out, she palms Jaebeom through his boxers and smiles when he twitches in her hand. She pulls the waistband of his boxers down and tucks it under his balls so that his dick is free, hard and dribbling precum from the tip. She licks her lips and clenches her thighs, she wants him now. Leaning up, she grabs Jaebeom’s dick in one hand and hovers her mouth over the lip. Tiny kitten licks to the tip, followed by wet kisses down the length before she licks back to the tip and wraps her lips around him.

She starts to bob her head up and down, making sure to keep the rhythm steady as possible. She doesn’t want him to wake up just yet. She wants to enjoy the weight of him in her mouth, against her tongue without the strain of having to take him into her throat. As much as she enjoys sucking Jaebeom off, she isn’t a fan of deep throating because her gag reflex is sensitive. She will never forget the time Jaebeom got a little too rough and she threw up in his lap…that was the very same night he had proposed to her.

Pushing the memory to the back of her mind, she starts to slurp and suck at the tip, drool spilling from her mouth and soaking the trimmed dark hair on Jaebeom’s pelvis. Jaebeom tastes salty and slightly sweet; it reminds her of sunflower seeds. The taste drives her wild and she starts to really get into it. Inhaling through her nose, she forces herself to take Jaebeom into her throat and when hands cradle her head, she glances up to see Jeabeom smirking down at her with glazed eyes.

“Shit baby. Fuck! C-come up for air p-petty.”

Jaebeom hisses when he falls from her mouth, his dick slobbery and wet, slaps against his stomach.

“Get up here, baby.”

Jaebeom watches through hooded eyes as his wife crawls up the bed and it takes his breath away. His body feels like it is on fire and his mind is hazy. Warm, so very warm and wet, that’s what pulled at his mind as he slept. The sudden tightness of his wife’s throat is what woke him up and he nearly came at the sight of her body in between his legs under the sheet. Now with her at his side, Jaebeom rolls over so that he is slotted between his wife’s thighs and groans. She is so warm and soft, made for him. A home within a home. Jaebeom pushes his boxers down and kicks them off before he lowers his face, closer and closer until their lips touch. He can smell the fresh mint and taste himself on her tongue. He is mixed with the toothpaste and it makes him wild.

“I fucking love you,” Jaebeom breath as he kisses the breath from her lungs. Again and again he peppers his lips to her chin, cheek, nose, forehead and back to her lips. “I love you, baby.”

She smiles and wraps a leg around his waist, “Show me?”

Jaebeom smirks and nuzzles his nose against hers, “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

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