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randynova · 2 years

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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 — 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂

ᴊɪɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴋ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐽𝑖𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤-𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ (s): sᴍᴜᴛ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ, ʙɪɢ ᴀɢᴇ-ɢᴀᴘ, ᴅʀᴜɢɢᴇᴅ, sᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ sᴜᴘᴇʀɪᴏʀ-sᴜʙᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ, ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ

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A.N.: As always, stuff like this is self-indulgent lol. I did say I was going to do it, and @plopifuee gave me the encouragement to do it🤭. N' like @o3o-aya said: I am down bad — so fucking tremendously😩. So, writing about a condescending and smart-ass psychopath? Yes please! And to my best friend that is concerned about my taste in men and is disappointed in said taste, this is specifically for you <3

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𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑤𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝.

𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝.

𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠.

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If there was one responsibility Eugene failed to mention in his job offer to help the medical prodigy Jinyoung Park, it would be how you were expected to be a sort of stress reliever for the man and be fucked stupid to the man's content — whether you wanted to or not. Yet, you couldn't be upset for the most part. For the high pay of "helping" the older man, it became tolerable, especially when he was in a good mood.

There were times he could be a decent man, don't worry. For instance: slow kisses along your neck while you sat on his lap as his long fingers pumped in-and-out your pussy, having you sit on his desk with his head between your legs as he shamelessly slurped on your slick cunt beneath your pencil skirt, have you suckle on his cock while he did paperwork, or maybe when he asked before he fucked you roughly against any nearby surface. Of course, he gave you a thick wad of cash after every encounter, on top of your already high regular salary.

So why complain? Simple. His unpredictable fits of rage.

They were always followed by his need to abuse and stuff your pussy until he was satisfied, until his anger melted away. During these instances, you were left sore and left to deal with the grim aftermath.

Unfortunately, you caught him in a bad mood today, with the criminal doctor coming into one of the spare medical rooms you were cleaning up and stabbing your neck with one of the needles he carried in his pocket without so much as a single greeting. All you could remember before blacking out was his silvery voice cooing at you, "Don't hate me too much, okay?"

Waking up with a familiar fullness, your form lay limp on the vast examination table, your thin pretty blouse fully unbuttoned as your tits bounced with each erratic buck, your boss already having his black slacks half-way down his thighs, your hips resting in his palms as he lifts your legs up to his waist, pinning them apart. Your head lulled side to side as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Though, you couldn't as your vision only showed you blurred silhouettes of everything. Even looking at the doctor proved to be difficult, barely making out the outline of his dazed features whilst he ruts into your cunt with such vigor, such desperate hunger, and raw fury.

The stretch of your weeping heat as he slides in and out is not enough to quell his anger, even as the swollen tip of his fat cock pierces the opening of your womb, pushing his cum deeper into your poor pussy without so much as a heavy grunt. Despite the white ring painting the base of his shaft, he didn't feel the slightest bit satisfied nor did he feel better. Not at all. It didn't help that you kept passing out on him every few minutes.

The deadly grip he held on your soft plush elicited a small weak whine, yet it only made him dig his nails into your flesh as a result. The only encouragement he gave to be, at the least, vocal as he fucked you. Whether from enjoyment or distress, he loved how your features contorted from either one. Jinyoung gazed at your abused cunt as it glistened with arousal under the searing light above, illuminating how it split into two and struggled to take him. Such a pretty sight, really, but he couldn't even admire your appearance as his mind was muddled and he babbled about the first thing that came to mind, even if you were listening or not. His voice sounded muffled in your ears and only when he slipped out and flipped your body onto your stomach, sinking back in, did you finally make out a few words.

"Fuck, w-what do you think…?" Jinyoung hisses, calloused hand gripping onto your hip and knotting his fingers into your hair, nails digging into your scalp as he tugs your head up just in time to meet his brutal thrusts, groaning as he hilts his cock in one single stroke, drawing a strained whimper from you. He bit back a moan, more interested in poking jabs at your sullen expression. No, this will not do at all.

First Daniel, now you? No, unacceptable!

"Oh, you're awake? I thought we fixed that infuriating attitude of yours a while back," he sneers, running his tongue over his upper lip. Brows knitted together, his mouth stretched into a wry smile at the sound you made, rocking back before cruelly driving his pelvis forward with a deep groan. Once more, he's met with your pathetic cries and continues the vicious pace he set. "Tch, I can't believe you, [Name]. We talked about this, it's disrespectful. You were such a good girl before all this and now you're passing out on me?" He shakes his head, humming to himself when you respond with a whimper. "This just won't do, especially after the day I had."

Whatever, he didn't expect more than a few meager mewls from you right now anyway, carrying on talking to himself, dragging his throbbing length along your sweet spot and carrying on with stirring your insides. Mhm, he can always count on his cute assistant to make him feel better, your velvet walls pushing against him, helping him clear his mind in minutes when his day just wasn't going his way. And this? It gave him just enough reason to truly ruin you as he pleased.

Jinyoung rolls his eyes at the thought, seething as he speaks through gritted teeth, "I mean, two bodies? It's not entirely impossible, don’t get me wrong. Ngh, but putting me up to deal with that fucker Eugene…?" The man purses his lips as he nips the tip of his tongue between his teeth, trying to calm himself. He sucks in a sharp breath, stiffening as your pussy spasms around him for the umteenth time that night, gushing and adding to the creamy fluids dribbling down your bare thighs. "Damn irritating… Shit."

Your hazy mind could barely wrap around what he is referring to, a vague idea of what he mentioned earlier that week flashing by but slipping away once his low raspy moans drift in the air. It seems just talking about it was enough to make his blood boil, having the opposite effect of letting his emotions bottle up. Pulling your hips back, he slams back into you, bullying his thick girth into your tight sloppy cunt in an effort to forget his smoldering fury. Growling with an irate expression, he yanks your head further back and presses his chest flush against your curved back, cooing with a teasing tone into your ear, "Mm, but I'm so glad I have my favorite girl's cunt available to me… Makes this mess so much more tolerable to deal with — even if you are a damn brat right now…."

Tears lear at your eyes and the man grins at the sight, reeling at the sight of teardrops resting on your lashes and threatening to fall, how your brows furrowed, and bottom lip trembled — your pain and discomfort was more than enough to make his blood rush and heart swell, spurring his thrust to become nastier, crueler. Straightening back up whilst increasing his tempo, Jinyoung’s head lulls back, focusing on your slick clenching around him. His own release builds higher and higher once again, his abdomen tensing as his gaze bores into the blinding ceiling lights.

"Hah, no wonder that bastard was so arrogant, kept smiling n' shit…." Fat balls slapping against the curve of your ass, he could feel himself melting and getting lost in your mellow warmth. No drug could recreate this feeling, no matter how hard he tried — and fuck, he was glad as there was nothing that could replace burying himself in this sweet cunt. Jinyoung pulls at your hair once again, the rumbling laughter slipping out of the man as he’s met with a tight squeeze, tone dripping with a dangerous edge whilst you whine at the pinch of your scalp. "I hate bastards like that! They're utter. Fucking. Trash." He emphasizes every word with a harsh snap of his hips, his thighs flexing and aching from how sore they were from hours of stimulation.

You remain silent, only sounds drizzling from you being meek broken cries whilst your eyes struggle to stay open, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth, and dribbling down onto the steel surface of the table. Though, you could not welcome the concept of rest so soon when it came to Jinyoung’s insatiable need to fuck.

He takes notice of how your gaze falls shut and stays close for longer periods of time, much sooner than before, only for you to open them once more and ever so slowly slip into the slumber he’s been putting off. He scrunches his nose in annoyance, ceasing his movements and giving your plush a quick squeeze. Nothing. Clicking his tongue, he shakes his head in disappointment, crooning with an airy tone, "Can't have you passing out right now, puppy. Give me a second…." The man untangles his hand from your locks and detaches his hand from your waist, letting your temple hit the hard table as he twists his torso to reach over to the metal tray behind him.

Carefully plucking a syringe and red vial from the full plate, Jinyoung hums whilst he stabs the small silicone opening with the pointer, pulling the end of the syringe until a fraction of the base is filled with a clear substance. Just one jab of this and your hell would continue.

"Sir… please… No… no more..," you whisper, breathing weakly as you stare blankly at the door opposite to your current position, pathetically hoping your boss would cease his antics, the sore sensation of your lower half creating an uncomfortable pressure you could hardly support. Your vision is starting to spin and you could barely make out his voice. "Ngh, it hurts… a lot, I-I can’t…."

Jinyoung feigns worry for a moment, putting the instruments down and caressing your ass gently— only for him to crack his hand against your flesh the next second.

Gasping, you flinch and curl your hands into fists as the area he struck begins to burn and throb immediately. It’s no surprise considering the rippling mass of muscles he adorned, yet his strength was another level.

"Who cares? I didn't ask you…," the man jeers while picking the syringe back up, mocking your displeasure as he grits his teeth, feeling how your cunny gripped tighter onto him when he smacked you. Interesting reaction, truly, he thought, taking a mental note of it for future reference before a dry laugh trickles from him. Just hearing your voice pleading to him to stop when all he wanted was some relief irked him.

What happened to his little cocksleeve who just shut up and took it? Who begged him to go faster, harder even?!

Placing the vial back, he lightly flicks his finger against the needle as he pushes down, watching with delight as the tip spurts out a clear liquid. With a small amount, he'd have you back to his sweet little ragdoll who he can fill with load after load of his cum, not making a single effort to defy him.

"Shh, this isn't going to hurt, just a quick pinch…," he said with an airy tone as he hunches over your feeble frame, poking the vein in your neck and dispersing the drugs into your bloodstream, reeling from how you shudder against him. This would force you to stay awake yet remain in a catatonic state for a few more hours, just as he wanted — needed. "That's it, pretty, that’s it…," he coos, humming in content at how quickly it began to take effect. Jinyoung always found delight in the way your body falls limp once he injects you, gleefully welcoming how quiet and compliant you became. It made slipping into your slick all the more pleasant, gummy walls swallowing his girth deeper as your muscles relaxed. "Wasn't so bad now, huh.…" Tossing the syringe over his shoulder, he leers down at how you slumped against the table, eyes wide as they look back at him in fear.

Perfect. With a blissful sigh, he starts pounding into you, breathlessly muttering as he pulls your hips back into him, nails digging in and breaking the exposed skin —

"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲… 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐭. 𝐒𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?"

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©ʀᴀɴᴅʏɴᴏᴠᴀ || ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ || ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴅɪᴛs, ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs.

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soultiesblog · 2 months

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⠀❋ passado agridoce, sugestão por soollar

・・jinyoung (got7) + yuri (snsd)

🌷 — psd pyscho by @haticons

o restante dos materiais você encontrará possivelmente aqui ♡

#soultie #spirit fanfiction #spirit fanfics #capa de fanfic #capa para spirit #got7 #capa para fanfic #capa romântica #kpop edits #yuri #snsd #know yuri #park jinyoung #jinyoung #actor park

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mykoreanlove · 9 months

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Things that made him run from you

[part 1]

“Wait, what? You guys broke up?!”

Jinyoung stared at his feet, slightly annoyed by his senior’s questions about you. Because it was true – you guys had broken up. Or rather, Jinyoung broke it off with you to be precise.

“Do you wanna tell me or should I squeeze it out of you?” He let out a long sigh before spilling the tea.

“Is y/n beautiful? Absolutely. Is she smart and funny? Hell, yes. I had the best conversations with her, and you know how we virgos are. Was the sex mind-blowing? You bet. But-”, he paused for a second, thinking cautiously about his next words.

“But what?”

Jinyoung glared viciously at his friend for rushing him. “But her vibe was off. I don’t know how to explain it, but her energy was kind of icky.”

He was met by wide eyes that didn’t comprehend the depth of his words. “You are telling me that you broke it off with y/n, a girl that sounds perfect on paper, because her vibe was off?!” Given the tone of his friend’s question it was evident that Jinyoung had to go into more detail.

“I don’t know what to tell you. I just got the feeling that she was not ready for this. For me… or us.” A pained look formed on his handsome face. Truth is, Jinyoung did not want to break up with you but sadly you left him no choice.

“Not ready how?”

It was hard to find the right words, but he tried, nonetheless. “Have you ever been with a girl that doesn’t feel complete on her own? It’s funny because when you meet her for the first time you are totally oblivious, captivated by the mask she put on for you. And only with time you start to see the cracks in it. I started to realize that y/n did not have the right mindset for a relationship. She always relied on me to make her happy, you know? It’s like she couldn’t exist on her own.”

“Wait a moment – what do you mean she couldn’t exist on her own? Didn’t she have a job and friends and stuff like that?” Jinyoung smiled sadly. “Of course, she had all those things. But deep inside? Hollowness. She was constantly fixated on what I was doing and how I could help her to be happy. Her day and emotions were totally owned by me. It got exhausting real quick.”

Absurdly, Jinyoung used to be like you. He had those same dependency tendencies but worked a lot to transform them. He put a lot of effort into becoming independent and self-sufficient, so he had absolutely no interest in someone that wasn’t. But he was still crushed that you turned out to be that way.

“I don’t get it. Aren’t you supposed to make her happy? Aren’t you her boyfriend after all?”

Funny how elder people were supposed to be the wiser ones. “Is that your definition of a relationship, hyung? Because it isn’t mine.”

What Jinyoung wanted was to be with someone that was his equal. He wanted a woman by his side who was happy on her own. A woman with a life of her own, someone with passions and dreams. He wanted someone being so full of love already that it was only logical to share it with someone else, someone like him. He wanted someone being rooted in abundance, rather than lack.

Did he want to share that love? Yes. Did he want to make you happy? Absolutely. But he couldn’t fulfill all your needs, he could only add to those. He realized that you were a hungry ghost, leeching for his love. No matter what he did, you needed more and more and more. Catching up quickly, it made him feel used.

“I want to be with someone that loves me for me and not for what I can do for them. Why did y/n need my love so badly? Why did she jump at my every command and left everything to be with me? Why was she so desperate for the smallest act of affection? Because she had no love on her own, not even for herself. How can you love someone if you don’t even love yourself?”

He was met by compassionate eyes. “I am sorry, Jinyoung. I can now see why you turned your back on her. Still, it must suck though. Are you going to be okay?”

Oh, he would. He would process his feelings like he always did. He would get over you and find someone new. Jinyoung wasn’t concerned with his well-being at all.

He was rather concerned with yours. Would you be okay? Would you understand that you were whole and complete on your own? Would you find the happiness and love that you searched for within you? He really did hope so.

Because a part of him didn’t want to give you up. A small part was hoping that you would get your shit together, so that the two of you could re-do this. He was not ready to give you up, just yet. Thinking of that possibility filled his heart with joy, so he smiled at his friend: “We’re gonna be okay.”

[part 2]

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familiar-anonymous · 2 years

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These behind the scene screenshots of them give me so many feelings! I want a fic where Yohan and Gaon are this happy and touchy-feely in public. T-T

#Feel free to write it!#gahan #the devil judge #kang yohan #kim gaon #ji sung #park jinyoung #lawful husbands #fanfiction #story prompt #otp prompts

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tenderlywicked · 2 years

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I don’t know why, but I found a huge pile of Beyond Evil fanfics that I like, yet not as many in The Devil Judge fandom. One of the best I’ve discovered so far isn’t finished yet, but it’s a wonderfully epic heap of angst (around 188,000 words!) - Who Holds the Devil by Amethystina. My drawing was inspired by this story because Komi the cat plays an important part in it :)

#the devil judge #my fanart #devil judge #tdj #kim gaon #the devil judge fanart #komi #park jinyoung #the devil judge fanfic #kdrama #the devil judge fanfiction

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fanfic-wonderland · 1 year

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Lunch Break {Park Jinyoung}

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

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

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

Word count: 1.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe?” he chortles.

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

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

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

Jinyoung’s smile grows wider. “Burgers?”

“Loaded.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sometimes.” You say with another innocent shrug.

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

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

“Not at all.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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meidreamsdelivery · 2 years

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A/N: I would like to thank @crzy-devil for sending this request. On that note, feel free to give out any requests or questions! (╯3╰)

《 To Love and To Cherish》

[Got7 Jinyoung, Fluff Oneshot]

Pairing: Jinyoung x Fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: You vow to turn over a new leaf after being released from prison.

You have been in Cheongju Women's Correctional Institution. The hours were long and difficult, security was crucial and you were always closely watched. You struggled through long days inside the prison and the only thing that kept you going was reuniting with your boyfriend, who you had not seen for 5 years.

You were an orphan, stranded on the streets. Having no one to rely on, you could only resort to stealing. One fine day, you set out to go about your usual routine. After spotting a potential target, you proceeded to run into him 'accidentally' before swiftly snatching away his wallet. You then began a game of cat and mouse with him. However, while on the run for your life, you tripped over a bunch of rice sacks and scraped your knee badly. Your movements slowed down as a result of your injuries. Before long, your pursuer caught up to you. You prepared yourself for the worst, so the last thing you expected was him lending a hand to you.

He took his handkerchief from his breast pocket and approached you slowly.

"Stay away from me!!" You exclaimed, backing away from him.

He placed pressure on your wounds, soon, his handkerchief was soaked with blood. "Stay still, you do not want to risk an infection."

"!" You raised your head in surprise and looked at him.

"I stole your wallet. Why did you help me?"

"That does not mean I can't help you." He smiled at you.

"Are you not mad?"

"Well, I believe that everyone has a good reason for their actions."

"You're too naive. Not everyone has a justifiable explanation...especially me."

"..."

"All done. Even though I'm confident of my first aid skills, you should get the wound properly looked at." He stood up and turned to leave.

"Wait! I don't even know your name!!"

He stopped at his tracks, and replied, "Jinyoung."

And that was how both of you met. You thought you would never meet him again. But fate has other plans. During an upcoming festival, both of you crossed paths again. Then both of you got to know each other better and eventually love comes knocking on your door.

You exchanged letters with Jinyoung everyday, taking about your lives, your hope, your love. Both of you planned to be together, even to marry, when your prison sentence was finished. Before you realised, 5 years had passed. And now you walked out the gates, taking in the warmth of the sunlight, the cool breeze. The branches of the trees were swaying side to side, as if celebrating your return.

"Y/n." You turned your head to the direction of the voice, and found yourself looking at a familiar face. Tears pricked your eyes, you ran towards the voice, and hugged tightly.

"J..Jinyoung...I-I miss y-you!" Tears rolled down your face as you grabbed the sleeves of Jinyoung's shirt.

"Welcome back, y/n." Jinyoung cupped your face and placed a featherlight kiss on your forehead. (Hahh, I miss this feeling. This kiss, this touch, this warmth.) Your heart swelled in happiness, drowning in your man's embrace.

"Come on, let's go meet my parents." Jinyoung held your hand and rushed to his house. In his house's living room sat a couple, the man reading the morning newspaper, and the woman drinking a cup of tea.

"We've been waiting for you." The woman placed her cup on the saucer, a sharp sound rang out throughout. You felt your palms getting sweaty and your heartbeat racing hard. The tension in the air was suffocating, and it didn't help you to calm down at all. Sensing your nervousness, Jinyoung popped the question, "Mum, Dad, y/n and I are going to register our marriage. Will you give us your blessings?"

"No, we do not approve. You are not getting married to her."

"!"

"BUT WHY?"

"The reason is simple, it's because of her..."

"...background." You mouthed the words silently, knowing all too well the reason for their disapproval.

"She's not suitable for you, Son. How do you know she will not harm you? She will not love you forever." Her words cut you deep like a knife, but you were already prepared to face opposition.

"Ma'am," you raised your eyes and look straight at hers, "with all due respect, I believe my background has nothing to do my suitability as Jinyoung's partner. I know you have suspicions about my background, but I assure you that I am determined to turn over a new leaf and be a better person for Jinyoung."

"Also, I disagree with your last statement," you turned to look at your beloved with loving eyes, "ever since I met Jinyoung, he has brought light into my monochrome world. He has taught me to put my trust in humanity. He has showered me with care everyday. As time passes, I find my love for him growing bigger and bigger, and falling heads over heels for him again and again. I have no idea how I can love someone so much...so much that I put him first before myself. And if you were to disapprove of our union, I shall prove to you that I am deserving of Jinyoung." You gazed at them with determined eyes, not backing down.

"Y/n..." Jinyoung felt touched by your words. "Mum, Dad, I have made my decision to marry her. I won't change my mind." Jinyoung declared.

"Pfft, Ahahahaha I can't hold it in anymore!!" Without warning, the woman erupted in laughter.

"?" You stared at the woman in confusion.

"Mum, Dad, what's going on??"

"I see you have made up your mind. THAT'S GREAT, SON!!" The man stood up from his seat and grabbed Jinyoung's shoulders. "If you had been easily swayed by our words, I would have punched you. Now we know you are serious, right Wife?"

"Indeed." The woman walked towards Jinyoung and patted his head, "Well done, I'm very proud of you, Son."

"And y/n," the woman's glance flicked towards my direction and came to rest on my eyes, "sorry for testing you. You see, I can't let my child be weak-willed as a parent. And that further applies to you. Sorry once again."

"Ma'am...I-I" you trembled with joy and stood up immediately.

You raised your right hand and announced, "I, Kim y/n, take your son, Park Jinyoung, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part."

Jinyoung's parents smiled at your words, "Welcome to our family, daughter-in-law."

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nyongsimp · 2 years

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i do (pjy)

pjy x female reader word count: 2.6k genre: fluff. warnings: just jinyoung using a tuxedo mature content: no.

summary: the biggest and happiest day of your life should feel different, shouldn't it?

It would be a total lie if you said that you weren’t nervous today. Today, of all days, you felt your headache growing stronger, your stomach going sick just at the thought of what’s about to happen, your knees falter. You felt like this wasn’t going to go as it should, and today should be perfect.

You heard a knock at the door of your apartment, the same one that you had been emptying for a while now, only having the basic furniture and the least amount of decoration on it, you just had some plants around so it wouldn’t be too tasteless. Taking deep breaths you walked to open the door and before you could welcome them, there were squeals from them.

“It’s the day!”

“How are you feeling?”

“Aren’t you excited?”

“Look at your eyebags! You sure you slept well?”

“We’ll take care of that.”

“Come on people, we have a huge day ahead.”

Trying not to let the overwhelming sensation of anxiety rise from the depths of your stomach, you smiled and nodded in agreement, welcoming all your friends and the team who would help you get ready. They bring breakfast, makeup, hair tools, and everything you would need to feel and be the prettiest bride in town.

The make up artist let you grab some food before they start getting you ready, so you went for some fruit and scrambled eggs, once you finished eating some of the staff started preparing your hair, while others did your nails and moisturized your skin. You were given a white silk robe a week prior to wear today while you were being pampered and getting ready for the ceremony.

Everything that happened after was a fuzz, the only thing you knew is that you were having a lot of doubts and you were hating yourself for that. You loved Jinyoung with everything in you, so why the hell were you doubting about marrying him when this was all you ever wanted?

After hours of hair and makeup, you were finally getting your dress, and it was the most wonderful bridal dress you had laid eyes on. Only you and your Maid of Honor -and maybe Bambam- had seen it, and three of you agreed that it was the dress. It felt so fresh and not as heavy as it seemed, it had everything you wanted; the constellations, the ocean waves, the feeling of forever and always.

Standing on your bridal shoes, your Maid of Honor helped you place the veil and the tiara. Only then, while looking at yourself in the mirror you felt like crying, which she noticed and asked the people there, even your parents, to go to their places as the wedding was about to begin, which wasn’t a total lie.

“Hey…” she started with a low voice, “are you alright? Wanna talk about it?”

You denied and then nodded with your head, feeling the knot tight on your throat, “It’s nothing,” you sobbed, trying not to ruin your makeup, “it’s just that… What if he stops loving me? what if he regrets this later on?” you felt the tears trying to escape from your eyes, so you looked up and blinked to make the tears go, “what if he notices later on that I’m not what he wants, what he needs?”

“And you’re thinking all of this because…?” she came near you and hugged you.

“It’s stupid, really,” you sobbed again.

“Was it the article?” you nodded. There was an article released stating how you seemed unfitting for the nation’s first love, Park Jinyoung, as you were a foreigner and you knew nothing about their culture. You thought that his fans would be harsher, but even then, their fandom was welcoming and accepting. Why did the media and the rest of the public thought they had a word on it? Why do they feel so entitled to say that?

There was a knock on the door that made you both jump, your Maid of Honor stood up and before walking to attend the door said, “just remember this: the boys had said that they have never seen Jinyoung to be like this to someone, to look at them with so many emotion in his eyes. You are the one he chose to marry, and that's all that matters.”

“Who's that?” your friend said, and then the ones knocking spoke.

“How’s the bride? Asking for the groom, but it’s not as if he was becoming a mess because he misses her so much.”

“Jackson, you’re not supposed to say that.” Mark said to the first one who spoke.

“Can we come in? I wanna see the bride though.”

“Bam-ah.” That was Jaebeom.

“No, no you can’t. How do I know that the groom isn’t there with y’all, don’t you know it’s bad luck if they see each other before the wedding?” you laughed lightly.

“Damn, she’s good,” you heard Yugyeom say, “come on, hyung, just speak to her.”

He was there?

Your Maid of Honor looked at you and you nodded. Maybe all you needed was to hear his voice to know that everything would be fine. Standing up you went all the way to the door, always so careful not to trip on the edges of your dress. You heard the whispers behind the door and breathed deeply, not wanting another breakdown for them to hear and worry.

“Babe?” his voice was calm and warm as always, you felt your heart flutter and heard a tiny ew before a hit was landed onto someone’s head -maybe Bambam’s-, “How are you feeling?”

“Ow, he’s placing a hand on the door. Do it too, do it too!”

Making you take some steps backwards, your Maid of Honor went out of the bride’s room to give you some privacy, “come on boys, the bridesmaids are over here. Let’s give the love birds some alone time.”

You heard some steps and then the deep sigh of your groom, “I know you read the article. You know that doesn’t matter to me, right? The reason I’m here today is because I know you’re the one for me, and I hope to be the one for you.”

“It’s hard, Jinyoung. My life has never been in the public eye, I- my life was as if I didn’t exist.” you laughed out of anxiety.

“I don’t want to tell you that it won’t be hard, the public will always be there, but something I learned through all my years as an artist is that they will never know the truth behind everything, so just let them play with what they think, and enjoy your privacy. I won’t let anybody hurt you, ever.” you could feel his anger and annoyance towards the media, his worry towards you.

Your hand was on the doorknob while the other was on a fist, trying to stop yourself from opening the door and throwing yourself in your lover’s arms.

“What are you doing here?!” you heard the planner say to Jinyoung, “you are supposed to be at the altar now, waiting for her. Go, boy, go.”

“Jinyoung!” you said as soon as you heard some shifting on his side of the door, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” you heard his smile, “See you in a bit.”

You went to fix your skirt and veil, and a few seconds later your Maid of Honor came in with your bridal bouquet. It was time for it. You took the bridal bouquet from her hands and she went in for a hug right when the rest of the bridesmaids went inside the room. You inhaled deeply just in time for all of you to go down the aisle. Your heart was on your ears and your hands were a bit sweaty.

As you approximated the bridal party you felt the anxiety fading away. He chose you, he wanted you forever.

You hugged your parents and held them by the arm, as they were going to escort you to Jinyoung. Your Maid of Honor walked along with Jaebeom, Jinyoung’s Best Man, and in a blink of an eye the doors opened again and the piano started playing the bridal arrangement you asked for, your feet started walking and you were watching how they moved the hem of your dress. Taking another deep breath you looked up to your guests, your parents, Jinyoung’s family, your bridesmaids and Jinyoung’s groomsmens, to finally see Jinyoung the most handsome you have ever seen him.

Just by looking at him you felt everything else disappear, there were only you and him. By the whiskers in his eyes you knew he was smiling, but his shoulders were shaking and his hands were covering his mouth.

Could he be…?

At the moment he turned around and bent a bit over himself you knew he was crying which made you start crying. You counted the steps before you could be with him. Jinyoung turned back at you and now that you were closer you could actually see his tears rolling on his cheeks. 10 more steps and you will be next to him. This felt just like in the movies; the music in the background, the rest of the people fading away and only existing you two. You never thought the movie feeling could be so real.

4 more steps and you will be with your forever.

You both whispered a hi to the other before your father spoke, “I had my doubts about you, and I may not like you for the rest of my life because you’re taking her too far away from me, but I know that you care about her, that you love her, and that you make her the happiest I have ever seen her, and that’s why I trust you with my daughter, son.”

You felt your mother’s embrace and then your father’s just before he placed your hand on Jinyoung’s, and they went to their seats. Your Maid of Honor took your bouquet and both your hands were in Jinyoung’s, and as soon as you felt the warmth of his hands you knew he was nervous as well. He placed a gentle kiss in your knuckles before uncovering your face from the veil, which caused both of you to laugh lovingly at each other.

Jinyoung’s eyes were glossy and his cheeks puffy, you felt like you could explode from joy at the moment he smiled back at you and caressed your face with his hand. Your doubts and anxiety fading away every second you felt Jinyoung by your side or grabbing your hands. You were sure that none of you were paying attention to what the minister was saying, focused on playing with your fingers or stealing glances of the other. The minister asked you both to stand so you could say your vows to each other.

Taking Jinyoung's hands in yours, you spoke, “If someone told me years ago, that I would be marrying the love of my life, my person, at the other side of the world, I would have never believed them. Mostly because I couldn’t see myself without being near my family, but now I found a new family here,” you looked at your friends and his family.

“I know I dreamed of you when I was younger, but you didn’t have a face nor a name. Ever since we first spoke I felt something different with you, and I know you felt it too,” you felt your throat close and your eyes fill with water, “and weeks later we confirmed it on our very first date as a couple, when I knew that–” you sobbed, feeling tears rolling on your face “that if I let you go I would regret that for the rest of my life.” Jinyoung kissed you softly on the lips, causing you to smile, and you looked at his family, “So, I want to thank your family, and everyone you shared your life with for making you the man you are today, the man I fell in love with, and the one and only I want to spend the rest of my life with, because with you life is better, Jinyoung. I love you.”

Once you finished your vows, you looked at him in the eye and you knew he was on the verge of crying. Jinyoung squeezed your hands a little and you squeezed back, giving him strength. You swear you saw the oldests of the group holding back his tears.

“Yah, don’t cry hyungs.” you heard Youngjae whisper.

Jinyoung spoke after licking his lips, “I am aware that most of the media says that you’re not good enough for me, but what they don’t know is that I am the one who’s not good enough for you. You are staying away from your parents, speaking a different language, and adapting to a new culture while I stay here with everything I knew since child. I know that I wouldn't be here today if it wasn’t for you; your enthusiasm every time I told you about a new script or a new song that I had on mind, the joy you received me after long weeks of shooting or recording, even though I knew you were waiting for me awake even if you were exhausted, how every time you said that haters didn’t know the real me and gave me strength by staying by my side. None of them knows that I’m the one that’s lacking, and none of them knows me better than you do.” his hand went to cup your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb.

“You said–'' he gulped, drowning his tears, “said that we confirmed that this was how it’s supposed to be on our first date, but for me it was before; when we ran to each other that day on the beach of my hometown at night, when the moon was shining above us, and at that moment I knew that you would be my moon and my stars, enlightening my darkest nights. You’re my one and only, and I’m the happiest man on Earth because I get to spend the rest of my life with you. And if there’s another life, I’ll do my best to find you again and be together until the end of time.”

You looked at him with adoration in your eyes, and then you felt a tug in your hands. Jinyoung made you move closer to him to hug you before placing a kiss on your forehead, “I’m going to protect you for the rest of my life,” he swore to you in a whisper.

Your Maid of Honor and his Best Man came next to you to give you the rings, which you helped the other put on.

“To the bride,” started the minister, “do you swear yourself to this man to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death?”, you nodded, sliding your marriage ring on Jinyoung’s finger.

“Yes!” you looked at your lover with the biggest smile on your face, “yes, I do.”

The minister repeated the process with Jinyoung, and then Jinyoung slided your marriage ring, “I may pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss now.”

And no more had to be said, you hugged each other tightly before sharing the kiss that would seal this new chapter in your life. Jinyoung lifted you from the floor and made you spin, forgetting the size of the tail and almost making you fall. Your kiss tasted like a promise, like a beginning, like the purest form of joy. The guests clapped at you and started congratulating you. Jinyoung grabbed your hand and traced your wedding ring with his thumb before pressing some more kisses on your lips.

Looking at him you knew this was the best decision you could ever make, and the one you would never regret.

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thekeeperandthechaser · 2 years

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Married to an Idiot

Eu Rin stared at her husband. Married for 3 months and not once had Park Jinyoung done something stupid. She continued to stare at the man sitting in the emergency room, counting.

“Eu Rin…” She breathed out through her mouth. Jinyoung shifted. He wasn’t stupid. At least not right now. He knew what her breathing in response to his words meant – even if he had only encountered her anger directed at him a few times in the three years they have known each other. She wasn’t counting to bring herself to calm. She was counting so she didn’t end up in jail for murdering her husband – who was currently holding onto his forearm.

“Why are you bleeding?” she asked, hoping there was a good reason for the cut that warranted him coming into the hospital for stitches. Jinyoung pursed his lips and she let out a low curse. “At least lie to me and say you tripped and fell. Jinyoung blinked.

“Technically, I did trip and fall…” she sighed. She could live with that. “…onto scissors.” She felt her eyes widen. “It is just a scratch!”

“Park Jinyoung!”

“I didn’t think I would trip onto the chair!”

“What do you mean, you didn’t think you would trip onto the chair? Oh my heavens, I married an idiot!” She spun before turning to look at him again. He had a stupid grin on his face.

“I may be an idiot, but I am your idiot, just remember that.” She rolled her eyes.

“Why did I agree to marry you again?”

“You love me.”

“I can’t believe you put the scissors onto that chair…this tops the time you said an iron is a good wedding gift when you tried to convince me to gift that to my dad and stepmom.”

“I stand by that statement.” She rolled her eyes as she glanced at the doctor who came into the room.

“And you remain an idiot.” She watched as he winced as the doctor cleaned the self-inflicted stab wound.

“Love you, too,” he gritted out through his teeth.

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fandomnovella-blog · 1 year

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The Teacher's Pet: Kim Yugyeom

You were so stressed out this week you didn't know which way was left and which way was right. You were exhausted and your appearance was starting to mirror how you felt. You had gotten pale, and your hair was starting to get a little crazy. Your assignments were keeping you so busy you fell asleep on your math textbook and woke up with the page stuck to your face! But finally, you felt like you were on top of everything. Every assignment had been handed in and every piece of scrap paper put in its proper place so with puffy eyes and your clothes hanging off you, you entered your History class. By the looks of the other students, they seemed to be just as tired dishevelled and sleep deprived as you. It made you feel less alone. You were just nodding off when the door opened and in walked Kim Yugyeom.

A hush fell over the class. He stuck out like a sore thumb! The whole class looked a mess! Exam stress had ravaged you guys to next to nothing and here Yugyeom was, not a hair out of place! His clothes neatly fit his body and with a face that almost glowed with energy and brightness! It was like Exam week had taken all your energy and zapped him with it!

He was carrying what you supposed was Mr P's laptop and mug which was full of steaming hot cofee and he neatly placed it on the desk waiting for it's owner to arrive. The smell wafted to your nostrils and gave you a little more life. You then watched groggily as Yugyeom placed a card and box of chocolates on the desk and sat down waiting for Mr P to arrive!

Sure enough the formidable teacher strode into the classroom, greeted Yugyeom cordially and sat down at his desk, "Thank you Yugyeom for helping me bring my supplies to class! Oh, and what's this?” He gestured towards the Chocolates and card! “You're spoiling me!"

You saw from the corner of your eye that Yugyeom beamed, blushed a little and sat up a little straighter. Mr P then scanned the class "you all look a wreck! How are you supposed to learn anything! Prepare to hand in your reports today. I'm not extending the deadline so do not bother asking!"

You groaned internally. Typical Yugyeom behaviour! Always giving gifts to teachers to say "thank you for being awesome and helping us to grow into the amazing people we'll become" you snorted.

The only thing Mr P gave you was stress, a headache and more homework than you could handle! At least the report he had asked you to do had been finished. You looked in your bag for the folder containing your essay and your heart dropped. You didn't have it with you! It must have gotten mixed up while you were at home! Today was the last deadline and if you failed to hand it in you'd lose a whole semester grade!

You felt like you were in a living nightmare!

Maybe if you pinched yourself then you would wake up with your math textbook stuck to your face again! But no. This was reality. This was happening right now and your whole life flashed past you eyes! You moved your hand more frantically in your bag uselessly praying that your assignment would be there. But you were met with air passing through your fingertips whenever you swiped through your bag! You couldn't lie, and Mr P would NEVER accept an excuse. There was nothing else to do but bite the bullet. Slowly you raised a trembling hand. Mr P's head looked up from his laptop.

"Yes Yugyeom what's the matter" he said beaming. Your heart was beating fast...did he say Yugyeom? Did he just confuse you with his favourite student?

"Sir I think you have us confused with the other class. Our assignments aren't due in until next week."

Mr P looked at Yugyeom "Are you sure? I have it clearly marked here" he said looking at his diary.

"Sir, I wouldn't lie, I specifically remember you saying that it would be due in next week."

You looked at him eyes wide with disbelief.

Kim Yugyeom THE KIM YUGYEOM lying?! To the teacher?! Now you definitely were dreaming! For a minute Mr P looked down again at his diary. You felt sure he wasn't going to believe it.

But then he lifted his head and said "Very well. I'lI make the deadline next week. It could be that with all the essays due in I've written the wrong date down. It doesn't take much! Exam season doesn’t just affect the students you know!" He chuckled. You let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding. And you weren't alone. It seemed whole class sighed with relief with you. When the bell rang for break you walked quickly out of the classroom.

You couldn't believe you’d escaped detention and an F-grade in history!

"You're welcome!” someone said as they passed you “Next time if you need me to cover you just ask." You looked up and saw Yugyeom's shiny backpack.

"Huh," you said to yourself. Yugyeom clearly wasn’t as squeaky clean and pure as the teachers thought!

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sweetestofchaos · 1 year

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Hey Chaos! For the ask game - ✨ and 🤲

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

A: That's an easy one. When I first started writing kpop fanfiction, Got7 was my end all be all muse. I wrote a mini chaptered fic for Park Jinyoung called My Sin and it got no love whatsoever. It was my first and I believe my only angel fic. To this day it is still one of my favorite pieces that I have written.

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

A: Honestly, my mind is a lot clearer after I write. I feel lighter if that makes sense. It's just really peaceful for me to write and acts like free therapy.

#soc asks #soc answers #minisugakoobies 💜💜

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iinterludia · 2 months

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Fanfic do Dia #8: Antes de você por ArsLilith_

SINOPSE: Jaebeom havia prometido a si mesmo que não se submeteria a um casamento arranjado como seus pais fizeram e que por anos foi motivo de grande infelicidade. No entanto, quando assume a liderança da sua Alcateia, seguir aquela linha de tradição era inevitável. Então, obrigado a se casar, Jaebeom conhece Park Jinyoung, um Ômega Lúpus que carrega um universo de cores nos olhos e uma explosão de sentimentos. Antes de Jinyoung, Jaebeom não conhecia o que era amor. Ou melhor, Jaebeom não conhecia a leveza de ser amado.

TÍTULO: Antes de Você AUTOR(ES): ArsLilith_ CATEGORIA:GOT7 COUPLE: JJP (Jaebeom/Jinyoung) GÊNERO: Romance, Drama TAGS: JJP, ABO, Casamento Arranjado, Universo Alternativo, Mpreg ONDE LER: Spirit Fanfiction

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Oiê, meus docinhos… a fanfic de hoje tem um dos temas que eu mais gosto: Casamento arranjado. Essa é a estreia do Got7 no FDD.

Não li muitas fics do Got7, por isso inicialmente teremos apenas o shipp JJP na lista de recomendação, mas quem tiver indicações é só mandar uma ask ou dm no Spirit ou Wattpad.

O casamento arranjado é entre Jaebeom — Alfa Lúpus e novo líder da alcatéia—, e Jinyoung o único Ômega Lúpus entre eles.

No início Jaebeom era todo: "Não vou ter um filho com esse esquisitão, ele tem olhos de cores diferentes ur dur..." e depois era só: "Você é minha lua de todas as cores...". É muito bom, principalmente porque a ideia de ter um casamento arranjado era inviável para Jaebeom, ele não tinha interesse em nenhum ômega, mas sabendo que um dia teria que se casar, já estava rondando Mark (que vai ser um problema depois).

Jinyoung por outro lado, é muito tradicional e romântico, ele já tinha um crush tremendo no Jaebeom antes mesmo de saber que ele seria seu noivo. Enquanto eu relia a fanfic me ocorreu que nos primeiros capítulos o leitor pode achar irritante como o Jinyoung diz que ele amava pelos dois e até se esforçava mais, mas conforme vamos avançando a leitura, é perceptível que o Jaebeom não demora para sair do comodismo e também ter seu papel na relação.

Para quem gosta de acompanhar aquelas fanfics que o amor vai surgindo nos casamentos arranjados, essa fic é uma ótima opção.

Por hoje é só, essa semana estou um pouco cansada e atarefada, principalmente porque estou preparando uma fanfic para postar hehe, mas espero postar pelo menos dois FDD semana que vem.

XOXO, Interludia.

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soultiesblog · 2 months

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⠀❋ incertezas, sugestão por soollar

・・jinyoung (got7) + yuri (snsd)

🌷 — psd sunflower by @girasois

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mykoreanlove · 1 year

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I wanna know everything, all about you

Today was officially one of those days that made you wonder if you somehow turned into the universe’s public enemy. After dodging one catastrophe after the other you plummeted into your office chair, folded your hands above your head and let out a long, deep sigh.

Thoughts of quitting your job and pitying yourself were interrupted by the noise coming from your leather bag. You grabbed your phone and smiled wholeheartedly as you read the name on the screen: Jinyoung.

You wanted nothing more than to leave this shithole behind and jump into his muscular arms venting about the horrible day you had but you were very reluctant to do so. You haven’t been dating for that long and you were still insecure at times, wanting to keep your strong and non-vulnerable image alive. You rarely opened up about heavier topics, let alone cried in front of him. The fear of him leaving you once he figured out that you were no way near perfect was lingering in the back of your mind too often. You shook your body interrupting that train of thought, took a deep breath and answered the call.

Hello?, you said nervously. Jagiya! You felt his smile through the phone which melted your heart instantly. Jinyoung’s smile was the first thing you noticed about him when you two first met that day at the river. It was beyond easy to fall for that smile that turned his deep brown eyes into the shape of crescents, exposing his whiskers and turning him into the most adorable human to ever exist. I miss you. How is your day going?

You gulped. You hated lying, especially to him but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit what was going on. You tried your best to adapt to his chirpy energy and told him that your day was amazing, but full of work. Oh, really? Long night in the office then?

You felt your stomach churn but tried to remain calm. Yeah, there’s still a lot to do. In fact, I think I need to go now. You said your goodbyes and ended the call hastily, feeling worse than before. Since you couldn’t concentrate on work anyways you grabbed your bag and fled out of the office.

You hated lying and you hated your reasons for doing so even more. What kind of girlfriend were you? The kind to always assume the worst, the critical voice in the back of your mind reminded you. A deep sigh left your lips as you made your way home.

Living in Seoul was terrifying yet wonderful at the same time. You loved the architecture – walking through the streets at night was one of your favorite things to do. The city felt vibrant at night, full of lights, full of people. You loved the feeling of getting lost in the masses, of always discovering something new. The thought alone brightened your mood and you automatically found yourself going out the door again, not even bothering to bring your phone with you.

You wandered around aimlessly as you absorbed the lights, sounds and energies of the people around you. For a moment you forgot about the shitty day at work, the way you felt about lying to your boyfriend and all the other troubles occupying your mind. Not long after you came to a stop at your favorite place of the whole city: Han river.

You watched the light’s reflection on the water and relaxed – for the first time today you felt at ease. You sat down on a wooden bench and took it all in when someone sat down next to you.

Y/N.., you turned to your side facing the person next to you. Your eyes widened in shock as you realized who was calling out your name. Jinyoung, you whispered. Wanna explain what you’re doing here? Concerned eyes were looking at you, searching for the truth in your eyes, as well. You looked down at your hands which were folded on your lap, too ashamed to face him. Breathing deeply used to help with holding back tears but this time it failed you. Hey, Jinyoung’s voice softened as he put you into a strong embrace.

You managed to stabilize your breathing which luckily also stopped the crying. Jinyoung took your face into his hands while looking at you with the most loving gaze asking if you were okay. As you nodded your head, he wiped away the last tears and smiled at you. Let’s go, he took your hand in his, helping you to your feet while smiling his most radiant smile. Wha..? Your questioning look got interrupted by his playfulness. You’ll see, and with that he kissed you and dragged you along to his car.

Jinyoung tried to cheer you up on the ride home by telling you lame jokes and quizzing you on the most random stuff. He figured the more absurd, the better – anything really to put a smile on your face. As you both entered his flat you were greeted with the coziest pillow tent you have ever seen. Your eyes widened as you took it all in – several colored pillows, blankets and even fairy lights transformed his living room into a playground for lovers. You felt his breath on your neck as he whispered into your ear, Do you like it?

You turned around and swung your arms around his neck pulling him into a close kiss. I love this, you whispered softly. But why? Jinyoung frowned his forehead and looked at you seriously. He took your hand in his and guided you to the fort taking a seat on the plushy pillows. Y/N, you lied to me earlier, didn’t you? You felt the heat in your cheeks, hating to be confronted like that. You see, when I called you earlier, I could tell that something was wrong. You didn’t sound like yourself, and I sensed that something was troubling you. But you said you were fine. I figured you did not want to talk about it, he faltered, at least not with me. You saw the sadness in his eyes driving you crazy as upsetting him was the last thing you wanted to do. I figured that you needed something to cheer you up, so I built this. It’s okay if you don’t want to talk to me about it but I still want you to know that I am here for you.

His words touched you in a way you haven’t been touched before which resulted in you crying again. Before he could hug you again you spoke up and explained yourself. When you called earlier, I wanted nothing more than coming home to you and vent about my stupid day and have you hold me in your strong arms and tell me that everything is going to be okay, you sniffled while looking down at your hands. But I couldn’t. You felt his hand grabbing your chin upwards and now facing him directly. Why not?

You took a deep breath and smiled shyly, because I don’t want you to think less of me. Jinyoung took your hands into his, looking at you dumbfoundedly. Why would I think less of you?

Because I’m not perfect. I’m flawed. I have shitty days. I get mad. I cry. I feel like a victim and like nothing is going my way and I don’t want you to see me as a failure. I need to be perfect for you. Your eyes widened in shock as you realized what you just had said. Your boyfriend, if you could still call him that, still held your hands lovingly in his. You felt relieved yet at the same time on edge. What if this confession ruined it all? What if this was the end?

Y/N, baby, his eyes almost piercing through you. Are you afraid that I’m gonna leave you because you’re not perfect? Because listen, a broad smile formed on his lips, I’m not perfect, either. I have flaws, too. I have shitty days, too. I get mad, too. And I also feel like a failure at times, but I would never leave you because of that. I don’t need you to be perfect, I need you to be real.

You looked at him with wide eyes, clearly not anticipating this kind of answer. Jinyoung moved closer to you, now whispering almost inaudible, I like you exactly the way you are. In fact, I wanna know everything, all about you. The good, the bad, the ugly – all those things make you you and well, he chuckled, I am hella crazy about you. He leaned in for a kiss, just a pec to see if you were down for it.

When you felt him moving away from you, you grabbed his neck swiftly and pulled him on top of you while simultaneously laying down on the ocean of pillows. The kisses you shared were colored by longing, desperation even. It still frightened you to open up completely, but you were curious about it, too. Something about Jinyoung, the way he cared for you gave you safety. It felt like it was okay to jump because he was there to catch you. You broke the kiss and pushed him away from you. His dark eyes, now even darker filled with lust, looked at you questioningly. How did you find me?

He was now hovering over you leaning on his elbows giving you pecks on your nose. You really have no idea? As he was leaning in for another peck you placed your index finger on his lips. Tell me, loverboy, grinning widely, or no more kisses for you. His eyes widened in shock, Okay, okay, okay. Don’t do this to a man. You both laughed at his overly dramatic expression and then continued to stare into each other’s eyes. I drove over to your apartment because I wanted to kidnap you into my fort, you see. But you didn’t open up. You also didn’t answer your phone which made me think. You looked at him expectedly, surprised by his many efforts. Where would my beautiful girlfriend go when she’s clearly stressed out? He kissed your nose. Where would she go if she needed a place to relax and collect herself? Another peck on your left eye. Where would she hide? Followed by a kiss on your right eye. Since it wasn’t me, I figured that it must be another place that gives you comfort and security. And if I were in your shoes, I would have gone to Han river because to me that’s what that place represents.

You looked at him doubtingly. It does? Jinyoung smiled again, Yes, at Han river I found the thing that gives me the most comfort and security. That’s where I found, you interrupted him by blurting out ME!

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