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Did I save that video or that video save me?

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Shamelessly Dominant - (M)

Genre; It’s Smut my dudes *screeches*

Length; 2,700+

Kink(s); exhibitionism/voyeurism, impact play, degradation, agression, sexual sadism, etc. 

Everyone on the outside of your relationship with Youngjae saw him as the softest, most submissive person ever- God were they wrong. He had them so clueless to the person he really was, the side of him he trusted only you to bear witness to. 

The two of you sat across from each other- him on the faux suede loveseat, you on the couch sandwiched between Mark and Jaebum.  “So what are we gonna do tonight?” Bambam asked, “It’s the first real night off we’ve had in fucking forever.” 

Yugyeom immediately agreed with his friend, “Yeah- Let’s go do something, like a cafe or club- even just going out to eat.” He began, pulling out his phone. “I don’t want to be cooped up here.” 

“Well,” You began, leaning your head on Mark’s shoulder as he hand ran through your hair. You could already feel Youngjae’s jealous gaze burning holes into you, but you continued. He was protective of what was his, especially when it came to his Hyungs and the way they acted around you. “We could go clubbing. I mean- we haven’t done that in forever.” 

Mark’s eyes fell from the maknaes and onto you, his fingers continued stroking your hair- the pads of his fingertips slightly massaging your scalp.  “That sounds like it could be fun.” He chuckled, smiling down at you. “I think the last time we went clubbing was when we- well, Youngjae- met you.” 

Youngjae licked his lips as his breathing became heavier with each passing second.  “Sound’s fun, but I- we need to go to the studio tonight, remember babe?” He asked, hoping you would catch the subtle disapproving hints behind his words. 

Despite being able to hear the warning bells in your head the second you heard his understated discontent, you decided against your better judgment and gave him a playful eye roll. You were really about to dig yourself a grave, weren’t you? 

“So?” You added, innocently shrugging as your eyes locked with his. Not only did you tread on with your bratty antics, you ended up throwing in a bit of flirtatiousness in the mix as your snaked your arm around Mark’s; scooting closer to him as you kept your eyes locked with his. “That doesn’t mean I can’t go out with them? You can go to the studio and I can go hang out with them, I’ll just meet you at home afterward. You can do what you want, but I’m going to do what I want, too.”  

Youngjae ran his index finger along his jawline, breaking eye contact with you as he shook his head in disapproval.  “Baby, you sure about that?” He asked, his eyes slowly moving up your shapely legs before shooting you a cold glare. 

To your surprise, everyone was nearly quiet until then- something about seeing Youngjae’s sudden change in personality had them damn near speechless.  “Yah- Youngjae.” Jaebum suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence while unintentionally resting his hand on your knee. “Stop acting weird, just let Y/n come out with us- we’ll take good care of her.” 

Something about the tone Jaebum’s words were laced with irked him. He wasn’t always the jealous type, but he was protective- and he despised the thought of you being surrounded by a bunch of drunk guys, even if they were his friends. “Look, I don’t like the thought of my girlfriend being around a bunch of drunk guys. Is that so awful of me?” He asked, putting emphasis on the word that indicated his ownership over you as his eyes shot down to his friend's hand touching you. 

Jackson scoffed, “Dude, we’re your friends- her friends.” He began, showing his obvious distaste for his friend’s behavior. “We wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Drunk or sober.” 

“See!” You immediately exclaimed, the other’s responses only seemed to entice your bratty outbursts. “I’m going out tonight and that’s that, I’ll be back early and will just meet you at home.” 

And that’s that. “Is that so, babygirl?” Youngjae rumbled, his hands now gripping the chair’s arms. “And that’s that?”  

Just watching his behavior tense as aggression brimmed inside him caused your stubborn behavior to still for a moment before it bubbled back up once again.  Immediately, you sat up- firmly crossing your arms over your chest as you stared him down. “Yes- That’s that.” You huffed, preparing yourself to quickly rise and run to the bedroom just to allow yourself some time to soak in just how deep a gave you dug before you had to face the consequences, but before you even had the chance your boyfriend was already out of his seat. 

“Do they make you feel tough, babygirl? Do my friends make you forget who you belong to?” He snarled, his eyes moving over each of the wide-eyed men that basically surrounded the two of you. An impish scoff left him as his stare rested on you once again, “Do you really think I won’t punish you in front of them?” 

You couldn’t help but shake your head as you timidly inched away from his friend; silently watching his hazy aura turn red hot.  Bambam instantly cut through the silence, thinking his Hyung’s newly dominant behavior was nothing but a practical joke. “Hyung, stop the act already.” He nervously chuckled, running his hand through his messily slicked back hair. “You know you wouldn’t do a thing, so just stop already.”

Jinyoung instantly cracked a smile, nodding in agreement, “Very true, I mean you nearly cried watching that horror movie the other day.” 

God were they clueless... Your boyfriend’s usually sunshiney personality was the one he preferred to show everyone else, no one truly knew him as you did because just as most things do- he also had a side of him that was such a contrast to the one he portrayed. He was loving in a way no one but the two of you would be able to understand; giving you rules to abide by, rewarding or punishing you depending on your behavior. He gave you the sense of control in your life that you craved like no other, but despite your adoration for the freedom you felt as his submissive- you adored challenging him, disobeying, just as much. 

“Do you?” Youngjae growled, quickly closing whatever space remained between the two of you- completely ignoring his members teasing. You just sat there, your mouth opening slightly as you attempted to speak only to find your words caught in your throat- Youngjae, of course, didn’t appreciate your sudden silence. 

His hand immediately shot up, gripping a fistful of your hair- keeping your gaze up at him as he towered over you.  The aggressive act had everyone breathless- especially you. Not once did you ever think he’d allow this side of him, but here he was doing the unthinkable. 

“I- I..” You mousily stuttered, wincing as your hesitation had him tightening the hold in your hair. 

Tilting his head slightly, Youngjae scoffed as a half grin sprawled across his face. “What?” He retorted, “Where’s the big, tough girl you were just putting on, kitten?” 

Neither of the boys beside you seemed to have the courage to stop him- nor could the others continue their mocking.  Your doe-like gaze stayed glued to his face- his cold, agitated expression was such a contrast compared to his angelic features. 

Turning to his friends, he shot them a dagger-like stare, “What?” He scowled, “Now y’all don’t have a damn thing to say, either?” His voice was saturated with venom. “Fucking pussies...” He growled, turning his attention back to you.  With one hand still tightly wound in your hair, the other shot up- roughly gripping your jaw. His fingertips bruisingly dug into your cheeks, “Now, what are the punishments for disobedience and flirtatiousness, little one?” 

If it weren’t for his firm grip keeping your gaze up towards him, you would’ve mousily hung your head. A small whimper escaped you as he shook your head slightly, “Daddy, I- I’m sorry..” You whined, completely brushing off his question. “I was just joking, I wasn’t serious. I swe-” 

Smack! 

The sound of the impact against your cheek rung throughout the room, followed by your pained gasp, only seemed to entice the voyeuristic predator inside him. “I didn’t ask for your pathetic little apologies, now did I, princess?” He retorted, “Now, I’ll ask you one more time- and if you even attempt to ignore my question one more time, you’ll get it a lot worse than what you already are. Understood?” 

With teary eyes, you nodded, “Ye-Yes, Sir,” You added, ignoring the stares your response earned you. “I understand.” 

A small, prideful smirk appeared on his face- he couldn’t help but relish the looks that painted on his friend’s faces. Luckily, this was only the beginning. “Ahh there’s my good girl,” He subtly teased while gently running the pad of his thumb across the reddening area. “Tell me, baby, what are the punishments for disobedience and flirtatiousness?” 

“The punishment for disobedience is hard spankings, no gentleness-” You began, “-and I have to count each one out until you decided when you want to stop.” 

His smirk slowly sprawled out into a devilish smile, “Good girl,” He smoothly cooed, giving you a taste of his gentle nature as you recited your penance, just as he taught you. “And what disciplinary action did we have set in place for flirtation?”

Just the sheer thought of your punishment ahead had you shaken to the core. Not once had you ever had to endure the full thing, just little tastes of it here and there. You could clearly remember how overwhelmed and hypersensitive your body was, how much your legs shook each time he brought you closer to the edge before dragging you back to square one once or twice before finally allowing you to come undone. 

Anxiously gulping, you began to reply, “Or-Orgasm...” You stuttered as your nerves seemed to bunch up just saying it. “Orgasm denial. If I were to ever flirt with someone, you would deny me every time I need to climax-” Your words seemed caught in your throat as your expression couldn’t hide your anxiety,”-until I cried and begged for forgiveness.” 

Happily, Youngjae chuckled- impishly smirking at the sheer thought of how pretty you would look shedding tears while broken pleas left your mouth, but of course, your first punishment would build up to it.  Roughly, he released his grip on your hair then your face, making his way back to his seat. “Come.” He sharply commanded, motioning you over to him. “Crawl to Daddy, kitten.” 

His song-like order clouded your mind, making it feel as if the two of you were the only ones around despite the glued gazes of his friends.  Gracefully, you sunk down from the couch onto all fours- making the small journey over to him, now sitting patiently at his feet. 

Reaching down, Youngjae sweetly combed his fingers through your hair, grazing your reddened cheek before wrapping his fingers around your leather collar- tightly gripping it as he yanked you up from all four onto your knees.  “Bend over my lap.” He hummed, keeping his face just inches from yours. “It’s time for your first punishment of the night.” 

You hesitantly nodded as a mousy whimper left you as he let you ago, his burning gaze carefully following every movement you made as you rose. 

“Is- Is this seriously happening right now?” Mark suddenly said, breaking the unspoken vow of silence the boys seemed to carry on for a while. No one replied though as they watched your bend over their friend’s lap.

Just as Jackson opened his mouth to speak, the loud slap his friend’s hand made against your bare flesh as the other held up your skirt while firmly resting it on your lower back instantly interrupted him.

“Ahhh!” You whimpered, already squirming as he roughly teased the area.

“Count.” He coldly demanded, smacking the same area once again as a silent warning- relishing the small, pained cry that left you. “Or else I’ll make sure you can’t sit properly for weeks, kitten.”

“Ahh, ok- okay Daddy.” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as you mentally prepped yourself for the next one. “One.” 

Without hesitation, Youngjae continued. SMACK!

“T-Two!” You whined, gripping the material of his jeans. 

SMACK! 

“Three!” 

SMACK!

“Fu- Fuck..” You whined as tears started to swell in your waterline his hits became more heavy handed with each one. “Four!” 

“Mhmm,” Youngjae purred, massaging the afflicted area as it became bright red with specks of a blue hue peaking through as your skin proved just how easy it could bruise. “You’re already bruising up, baby.” He scoffed, turning his gaze up to his friends- a bright smug look in his eyes. “So, I’ve already gone through four-” He said, delightment lacing his voice. “How many more should I inflict on my baby?”

His friends exchanged confused looks.  “Wh- What do you mean?” Yugyeom softly asked, his cheeks flushed a soft rosy hue while trying his absolute hardest not to make eye contact with you. 

Youngjae chuckled before repeating himself, “How many more spankings do you think my little slut should take?” His harsh tone emphasized his demeaning petname for you. 

You couldn’t help the warmth that flooded your core or the feeling of wetness that soaked through your panties. Your mind replayed the petname once more, “Mhmm~~” You involuntarily whined, pressing your thighs together while your head rested against the arm of the seat. 

Your sweet croon immediately caught your boyfriend’s attention. His eyes and attention peeled away from his friends, “Such a naughty little thing..” He teasingly hummed, lightly trailing his fingertips down your spine then stopping just as he reached your reddened bum. “Is my little slut getting all hot and bothered?”  As you immediately nodded, you could hear soft unison hisses coming from your little audience as Youngjae’s hand inched further down. “I bet you’re just soaked, huh darling?” He sharply asked, using his free hand to grab a fistful of your hair as he turned your head just enough to watch as your face contorted with need the closer he came to your heat. “I wonder..” He drawled out, ghosting his fingers over your core, “..how quick I could make you cum, you seem to like having an audience- but too bad, disobedient sluts don’t deserve to have their release..” 

SMACK! 

The unexpected swat hit your cunt and thighs, the impact sent a whirlwind of pain laced lust darting through you.  “Five! Ahh~” You immediately mewled, tightly grasping the material of his jeans as you prepared for another. 

Youngjae groped the area, lightly tapping the sore spot with his fingertips as a predatory hiss escaped him.  “So, I’ll ask again-” He said, turning his gaze to his friends. “How much more should my pet endure?” 

No one seemed to have the ability to even respond as their minds were so conflicted and their arousals grew from the sin they were witnessing.  “Answer-” Youngjae demanded, his tone icy as he spoke, “Answer and I just might reward you.” 

“Reward?” Mark repeated, his curiosity taking over as he kept his gaze on you; his hardened length twitched in his pants while his mind imagined how pretty you’d look all fucked out. 

Smirking, your boyfriend’s hand crawled up your back before harshly gripping your hair; yanking your head up so your heavy-lidded gaze met his friend’s.  “If you give me an answer I like, maybe- just maybe- I’ll feel gracious enough to allow you to play with my princess a little once I’m through with her.” His gaze moved to the others as his little offer peaked their interests. 

Jinyoung grinned, the sadistic side of his mind switched on immediately. “How about you stop the spankings and start with the orgasm denial?” He asked, running his fingertips along his jaw while his stare moved over your form. “I think she gets off on being hit a little too much-” He explained, a devilish smile still sprawled across his face as he tilted his head slightly, “Denying her want she craves would be the only way to imprint on her.” 

“Well, aren’t you smart, Hyung?” Youngjae smugly asked, his rhetorical question drew out one of his malicious little chuckles as he dragged his fingers along your clothed slit- listening to the needy purrs that escaped you as you instinctively bucked your hips back towards them. “She is a needy little thing after all. Taking away her release will be so satisfying..” 

“What do you say, slut, why don’t we get your real punishment started?” 

To Be Continued~

[melaninkpopimagines]

Cheater Cheater

part: 1! 2 3

author: admin Jazzi

warnings: angst 

word count: 1.6k

Youngjae stood shocked. After all this how did Jaebum manage to make him feel guilty? His arms dropped to his sides as he watched Jaebum stand up and head to their bedroom.

He heard the sounds of packing. He sat down on the couch. Listening as Jaebum got his things together and cuddling coco.

He never wanted Jaebum to leave. He just wanted the cheating to stop.

Was he being overbearing?

He could admit they’d fight often, and Youngjae through Jaebum’s infidelities in his face. It was because still hurt him. As many times as he’d walked in on Jaebum, with a random girl or one of their friends, he couldn’t imagine how many other times Jaebum chested.

He tried being sexier, hoping that would make Jaebum only want him. They had sex every night.

Maybe he should have let him go a long time ago.

He got up the strength to go into the room where Jaebum was still packing his things. Youngjae didn’t look at him, he went to the closet and slipped on some clothes, a T-shirt, a hoodie, and some jeans.

Without saying a word he grabbed coco and put her on her leash.

He could feel Jaebum watching his every move.

As he put on his shoes he felt arms wrapping around him, pulling him into a tight hug. He didn’t move a muscle. Tears formed in his eyes.

“Youngjae I’m sorry.” Jaebum said.

He’s always sorry. Youngjae thought.

“I didn’t mean what I said. I was just lashing out. Probably because I got caught.” Jaebum continued.

His excuse was as half assed as ever.

After a moment of aching silence, Youngjae moved away from the older boy’s grip.

“I’m gonna go see Bammie and Gyeomie. I’ll be back later.” Without another word he picked up coco and left.

Later never came.

He didn’t go back that night, or ever again. He sent Mark, jackson, Bambam and Yugyeom to get his things. After staying between the three homes for a month, he found his own place.

Jaebum called him everyday; but he never answered. He knew if he listened to that smooth voice, or saw that beautiful smile, he’d fall back into those strong arms.

“You need to get out of the house!” Mark pleaded with Youngjae.

Youngjae barely left his tiny apartment. Only for work and to walk coco. He didn’t feel the need to meet new people.

He was content; but his friends called it unhealthy seclusion.

Youngjae rolled his eyes as he folded laundry. “I’ll go out when I find something I want to do. As for now I have everything I need right here.” He explained.

Mark shook his head. “You need to meet people.” He insisted. Youngjae sighed. It wasn’t in agreement but mark took it and rolled with it.

He went to youngjae’s closet and picked out an outfit.

Ripped skinny jeans, a black t-shirt and a red and white striped bomber jacket.

Youngjae stared at his older friend. He couldn’t expect him to go out and leave coco unattended?

Mark wouldn’t take that as an excuse. They dropped the puppy off at Yugyeom’s House (since he was allowed to have pets) and headed for the nearest bar.

It was obviously not Youngjae’s scene; but he decided to give it a chance. After a few drinks he was free as a bird.

With a drink in his hand he danced in the middle of a crowd. Two men pressed him between their bodies. One man taller than Youngjae, with a flirty smile, the other around the same height as Youngjae with a devilish smirk.

He was to drunk to mind the heat that came with being sandwiched between these two men.

He just danced with them. The shorter of the two held Youngjae’s hips, guiding them.

He caught a glance at mark who looked extremely proud.

After the song ended the two boys pulled him off the dance floor. They were all over him.

The taller one nibbled on his ear as the other one ran his hands up Youngjae’s thighs.

Youngjae held back a moan, shutting his eyes. The feeling of their hands all over his body was amazing.

“What’s your name?” The taller one asked, between planting rough kisses on Youngjae’s collar bone.

“Y-Youngjae~” He stuttered our in a moan.

“Well, Youngjae, him Hobi and my hyung is Yoongi. How about we go to your place?” The taller one said.

Youngjae agreed quickly.

What a way to get back out there but with two gorgeous men.

He was stopping himself this whole time; because he was still married; but he was sure Jaebum wasn’t sleeping alone at night.  

He grabbed both their hands, crossing the room to tell mark he was leaving.

Mark smiled proudly at his friend and told him to have fun.

Before he knew he was pushing through his door with his new “friends”. One with his lips attacking Youngjae’s neck, and the other kissing him feverishly.

His feet barely touched the ground, as the two men lifted his smalls frame to help get in faster.

Youngjae moaned contently as they stripped him of his jacket followed by his shirt.

They pressed him against the wall as Yoongi dropped to his knees in front of him, working on removing Youngjae’s skin tight jeans.

Hobi sucked and nibbled on Youngjae’s neck.

When Youngjae leaned his head over allowing more access to his neck, he saw Jaebum.

Jaebum was red with anger as he watched the scene.

Youngjae straightened up.

“Jaebum~” He blurted out, causing both the boys to stop their movements and turn their heads down the hall.

Yoongi stood up. “Who the hell is this.” He asked.

Youngjae looked at his feet. “My ex.”

Hoseok stood in front of Youngjae “do you just break into people’s houses? Youngjae did you want to see this guy?” He said.

Jaebum stepped forward “who the fuck are you two?!” He yelled.

Yoongi stood up straight. “It doesn’t matter who we are. He said he doesn’t want to see you. You need to leave.”

Youngjae didnt say a word as he listened to the three of them argue. It wasnt until yoongi  and jaebum got into each other’s faces did he step in.

He pulled yoongi back and asked them to leave as kindly as he could, explaining he could get rid of jaebum himself. They both left their numbers with him “just in case” he wanted to meet again.

Youngjae walked past jaebum, to his bedroom, and changed his clothes. He changed into a loose hoodie and sweat pants. He could feel the eyes that were burning holes into the back of his head. When he turned around, jaebum stood in the doorway.

“Is this what you’ve been doing this whole time?!” jabeum yelled.

Youngjae starred at him in confusion.

“How did you get into my house?” Youngjae said, avoiding jaebum’s question. It only made jaebum more angry.

He stopped youngjae from walking passed him again.

“Youngjae i came here to talk to you! Stop for one damn minute!” jaebum said.

“I don’t want to talk Jaebum! I tried talking to you over and over again! I tried making us better, and you threw our marrige away to get your dick wet!” He yelled, looking Jaebum in the eyes.

Jaebum froze up.

He’d been so angry about seeing Youngjae, he honestly forgot he didnt come here to see youngjae cry again. He just wanted him back. But seeing him being touched all over by not just one but two other men, made him burst in anger.

Jaebum starred at the younger boy, who looked right through him.

He could make exscuses; but honestly the wouldn’t be able to explain away his cheating. The once happy boy, he’d destroyed.

If he was being honest with himself, subconciously, he did this on purpose. He knew what he was doing. He knew he ruined his own marrage. It was all on him, youngjae was perfect, so perfect. Deep down jaebum felt youngjae was too good for him, and would figure that out. He didn’t know if he was self sabatoging, or how to explain this feeling to youngjae; but he tried.

After explaing to youngjae, just how he felt. He poured his heart out; but Youngjae only stared at him blankly. A look he never wanted to see. No sympothy, no emotion whatsoever.

After a moment of silence youngjae walked to the front door and opened it up. “Jaebum you should leave, and not come back.” he said looking down at his feet, at the little puppyat his feet.

Jaebum stared at the door for days now. He was laying on the couch, beer bottles and convience store snack wrappers were everywhere.

He had been starring at the door for about a month, hopping despretly that Youngjae would walk through it saying everything was okay, and that he forgave him. But he didnt come not once. He didnt call, in fact his number was changed. Jaebum found that out when he tried to call one drunk night.

As he watched the door he heard the door bell ring.

He jumped up quickly, cleaning trying to clean up at least a little bit. He through on a fresh shirt and some cologne. Running to the door he hoped to be greated by his sunshine’s beautiful smile.

He quickly opened the door, and his smile dropped. The mailman smiled and waved.

“I need you to sign for this.” he said.

He slumped over and signed. The mailman handed him a large envolope. Jaebum starred at it. It was from a lawyer’s office.

When he opened up it up slowly. It was a stack of papers. He read them over, tears streaming down his face. Youngjae was filing for divorce.  

A/N: finally its complete :) i hope you enjoyed it. thank you for reading 

-Jazzi🥔

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SanJoy Live Stream Update

SanJoy Live Stream

(Literally the sweetes thing because he started the live stream to show Lady GaGa performance to those who couldn't illegally stream it)

Just sent an email to Youngjae about Obvi. Yougnjae is going to put his own spin on it

Wants a got7 playlist on Spotify, wants Ahgases to email him song recommendations.

Trama is definetly on the list.

“Youngjae is one of the sweetest people I have ever met.”

He wants the songs messaged to him. (like he kept emphasizing this)

Also listened to Rewind. Below is his commentary. 

-”Sick!”

-Dancey Sanjoy

-”this is so dope”

-”this is so sick” (x2)

-“I need to listen to more of their music”

-Its inspiring/ Inspiration for his new stuff

working on his next single.

(Yay! Our boys have made a serious impact on Sanjoy and It makes me happy to hear he wants to listen to them more. Remember though since he is looking to Ahgases a lot for information, please be respectful in the comments. We are a reflection of the boys and so far we have shown a great amount of kindness, so continue to be respectful and helpful. Lets make this an enjoyable experience for all involve)

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What my face actually looked like when I saw this interaction :