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End of year prompt game!

I'm in the mood to write some drabbles, so please feel free to send me an ask or a message for a request, following the rules below:

Choose one member (from BTS or GOT7)

Choose up to two prompts from the list below

If you choose from the smut section there will be smut in it. Please do not send me a smut prompt request if you are not 18+

This will be written from the female reader point of view.

Prompts:

Fluff-

“I am yours wholeheartedly, and I want you to be mine.”

“I have waited years to hear you say those words.”

“I cannot imagine anyone else I'd rather do life with.”

“I've been in love with you for longer than I'd care to admit.”

“I will love you every day, for the rest of my life.”

“You have my whole damn heart, take it, it's yours.”

Angst-

7. “Does he make you feel the way I can? If he does, tell me and I'll leave.”

8. “Do you think about him? When you're with me I mean, do you wish I was him?”

9. “Don't think I didn't see the way you were flirting with him.”

10. “Don't lie to me, please, I can't take it. Just tell me the truth.’

11. “If you don't want me anymore, just say, please, just put me out of my misery.”

12. “Tell me you still love me, please; I know I fucked up, but please don't go.”

13. “I know I don't deserve you, but I can't let you go; I need you.”

14. “Do you enjoy tormenting me? Because that's how it feels right now?”

15. “I'm not enough for you. I've never been enough and I'll never be enough.”

16. “I've been here all along, through everything, not him. So why does he get to have you and I don't?”

17. “I don't know how to live without you in my life…but more than that; I don't want to.”

18. “I won't sit on the sidelines anymore, waiting for you to realise what I'm offering you.”

Smut-

19. “You'll have to beg if you want me to touch you.”

20. “Don't even think about closing your eyes, I don't want you to be thinking about anything but me.”

21. “Good girls get to come, have you been good?”

22. “If you want something, baby, you have to ask.”

23. “Look how wet you are, is that just for me or is that because of him?”

24. “I won't stop until you’re whimpering my name.”

25. “That's it, take all of me, like such a good girl.”

26. “I need you, right here, right now. I can't deny it anymore.”

27. “Did you miss me? Did you miss me fucking you?”

28. “No one can make you feel like I do, no one knows your body the way I do.”

29. “I will explore your body all night long if you let me.”

30. “I want to bury myself between your thighs until the sun comes up.”

Thank you

[got7paradisejust4u]

GOT7 Reaction - Their S/O Having A Kissing Scene With Jinyoung In A Drama

Post Date: 18th May 2022

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Hey! Thanks for the request and I hope you like it! <3

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Youngjae - *He wouldn’t say anything or make a deal with it, he’d be happy that you’re in a drama and with one of his best friends but internally, he’d be pouting a little*

Yugyeom - *He’d be a little salty about it and you’ll know about it but in a way where he targets it towards Jinyoung, making jokes to tease him as he usually does*

Mark - *He’d have all the trust in the both of you so he wouldn’t worry about it too much but it would get the best of him sometimes if he thinks about it too much*

BamBam - *He’d be a little jealous but he’d try not to let it get the best of him, just teasing Jinyoung about making sure he only touches you just for the drama*

Jinyoung - *gif just so i dont leave him out, you’re welcome*

Jaebum - *He’d be salty but he wouldn’t say much of it as he knows its only for work purposes anyway*

Jackson - *He’d get so fricking jelaous beyond belief, becoming a whiny baby that it can’t be him instead. He understands it’s for a job, but he just wants your lips to be his*

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9:43 pm

~ Requested ~ Hello! Dear can i ask if are you taking requests 🥺? Yes?, 🥺 can I request an imagine where the reader and Yugyeom are classmates and they feel something for each other but they try to stay like "friends'' even when everyone around them know that the tension and feels are super strong...and one night both attend a party and they make out and pretend they don't even when Yugyeom have her lipstick all over his lips 🙊 please and thanks 💖

Kim Yugyeom / 655 words / angst / fluff / suggestive

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How much longer could either of you hold out from confessing your feelings for one another? Clearly, longer than you expected. The sexual tension pulling the two of you together was almost unbearable, but you did you best to avoid Yugyeom when those feelings came about. He was your friend and one of your partners on an important project for your college course. You couldn’t risk your grade over a boy.

“Y/N, come grab a drink!” Your friend called out to you from the packed living room as you joined her in the kitchen.

Your best friend decided to throw a Christmas Party for the entire Arts class, which was more than you expected. You mentally smacked yourself when you first noticed Yugyeom enter the party with a few of his friends, running off to hide from seeing him. This was exactly what you did not need at the moment, especially since every second you saw him, all you wanted to do was kiss him.

“Here. One for you,” She handed you a shot of something pink, “And one for you,” She said smiling behind you as you turned, noticing Yugyeom in very close proximity to you as he took the shot from her.

You turned back around, giving her an annoyed look, “Cheers to Christmas break bitches!” She happily cheered as all of you cheered your glasses before downing them. It was sweet and a bit bitter at the end, making you scrunch your nose from the taste.

“Do you prefer sweeter drinks? I can make you one,” Yugyeom offered with his adorable smile as you shook your head.

“I think I need something a bit stronger if I’m going to get through tonight,” You quietly remarked, not realizing Yugyeom heard you.

“Okay, if it’s stronger you need, then let’s have another shot,” He winked at you before pouring out two shots, “Cheers to a good night,” As the two of you took it, making your stomach feel warm as you felt yourself slowly becoming tipsy.

“Gyeom, can I ask you something?” You asked with a slight pout on your lips as he nodded to your question, “Not here. It’s too crowded,” Yugyeom agreed as you took his hand, leading him down the hallway and into your roommates empty room.

Finally, some alone time, “I, well, I,” You stuttered, not knowing where to begin.

Before you could say another word, Yugyeom leaned forward, pressing his lips onto yours as your back gently hit the cool wall. You responded immediately as your hands wrapped around his neck, threading into his soft locks. This was exactly what you wanted to say, but was too scared to. He knew you like the back of his hand, and that last shot was the final bit of courage he needed.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” Yugyeom chuckled before pressing his lips back onto yours in a heated kiss, not wanting to separate from him.

You pulled him further into you, only to deepen the many kisses he pressed against your lips. His body was pressed against yours as you felt something hard pressing into your thigh, making your panties wetter by the second. You whimpered against his lips, making him groan into your mouth.

A knock came from the other side of the door, scaring the both of you, “Is this room occupied?”

“Yes!” Was all Yugeyom could muster out as you hid your face in his chest, feeling your cheeks burn. He laughed at your cute behavior, “Don’t be embarrassed babe,” You nodded your head as a grin formed on your lips, “Come on, let’s go before others wonder where we are,” He sighed, adjusting his pants before opening the door for you.

Your best friend chuckled before hitting a few of the others, “You think they realize that Yugyeom has Y/N’s lipstick all over his lips? I guess better late than never.”

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- Admin 🦋

[marshmallow-phd]

Stay Hidden, Stay Aware

Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: Magic!AU, Urban Fantasy

Request: Anon: Hi! For your drabbles, can I request any type of magic au with Jinyoung from GOT7? Just for some Halloween fun :)

A/N: Its not Halloween anymore, but this magic au was a lot of fun to write! I might even continue this in the future if you all like it! 

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You tapped the tip of your finger against the side of the lukewarm glass of soda. Each contact flared a surge of cold through the cup to try and give the liquid new life. Tiny frost flakes appeared and disappeared like they were playing peek-a-boo. It was a small enough piece of magic to not worry about getting caught. From the hood pulled over your head to the way you were leaning back in the metal chair outside of the café, you felt you were safe, that your face was obscured. 

The average people around you blissfully went on with their lunch. They smiled and chatted and scrolled through their phones without a clue of the war happening in their shadows. 

There is no origin for humans like you. No one knows when magic entered the ancestors’ veins. But they do know when the rest turned on the magical. And for the past few hundred years, your kind has been hiding and running and fighting for the right to live. 

Because of the Puro. 

Taking their name from the Latin word to cleanse or purify, the organization made that their sole mission, their sole reason for existing. They were determined to cleanse the Earth of magic. Funny how they had yet to succeed in that. But you weren’t too keen on dying so you kept your head down. No big magic, no attention seeking. Stay unseen, stay aware. A near flawless formula. 

As a deep sigh left your lips, you decided it was time to move. Lingering brought attention. The plate in front of you was empty and the soda was flat. So, after throwing down a few bills, you stood, cringing at the loud, high pitch scrape of the legs against the concrete. Hands in your pockets, you walked down the street, away from the cafe and the traces of your existence. 

You had no destination in mind. Only to keep moving. 

A block up and across the road, a teenager refused to pay attention. Their eyes were glued to their phone which naturally meant that they barely glanced at the flashing crosswalk hand. Barely four steps into the street, the flashing hand became solid and a speeding car headed towards the newly green traffic light. You gritted your teeth and summoned a powerful enough wind that when you waved your hand, the teenager was pushed back, landing on their butt on the hard sidewalk. But they were out of harm’s way. And the vehicle rolled on through the intersection, completely unaware of the accident narrowly avoided. Hunching down, you continued on. 

Acting out like that was dangerous. It brought attention and curiosity. But damn it, you couldn’t let someone get hurt - or even killed - when you could stop it. 

Stupid moral compass. 

While your thoughts were scolding your actions, a hand reached out and pulled you into the shadowy alleyway. Your head collided with the brick wall, sending your mind into a dizzying spin. Both arms were pinned by your side. No magic to get you out of this. 

The idiot who thought he could take you stared you down. 

“It's not smart to do that out in the open.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Your eyes were wide as you tried to play it off. “Do what?”

He smirked. “Really going to play that game?” His hickory brown eyes flickered towards the street. “Lucky teen to get knocked down by nothing before the car could hit.”

Not so lucky idiot. 

When his eyes left yours, his grip slackened. Snapping your wrist up, you broke free and hit his chest, your palm sending frost across his shirt. The attack took him by surprise. It was enough for you to take off down the alleyway to safety. The hood slipped from your head, but you couldn’t risk the distraction of putting it back. 

Dodging dumpsters and decaying crates, you ran for your life. The Puro had found you. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The Puro was right on your heels. With the mere seconds you could spare, you turned and sent debris flying, aiming for his face. The agility of this guy was insane. He was able to jump out of the way before the garbage could knock him over. During one of your throws, a pipe leaning against the wall rattled and fell unnaturally into your path. Your foot caught the rounded edge and you slipped. 

The Puro lept at the opportunity, grabbing your arm and slamming you against the wall. You fought and kicked to try and get loose again, but he’d learned. Sweat dripped down the side of his face; his breath hurried and shallow. He leaned in and spoke in a low voice. 

“Stop fighting.” He gritted his teeth and adjusted his grip. “I’m not Puro. I’m one of you.”

The fight in you paused at that. But it could be a trick. “Prove it.”

He sighed. “I’m going to let your left hand go, okay? But please don’t hit me again.” A second ticked and you nodded. Like he promised, he released your left wrist. You waited for the blow, for the knife to slice through your stomach. It never came. 

Instead, he raised his hand to your eye level, clicked his fingers, and sparked a flame, blue and brilliant. 

Relief helped every one of your muscles relax. You weren’t going to die. Yet. Feeling your fight leave, he let go of your other wrist. It was a rarity to meet another person like yourself. All of you tended to isolate. Numbers gave way to notice. 

Extinguishing the flame, he stepped back and smiled. “I’m Jinyoung.” He held out his hand. 

You took it with a straight face, his fingers now cool to the touch. “(Y/n).” You dropped his hand and folded your arms. “You know, most of us try to avoid each other, not chase them down in broad daylight.”

“Yeah, you’re right, most do. At least, they used to.”

That comment made you frown. “Used to?”

“That’s why I was trying to talk to you.”

“Hell of a way to do it,” you snapped. He wasn’t fazed. 

“Can’t be too careful.” Lowering his voice, he went on, “We’re gathering.”

You looked at him up and down, taking in his less than impressive stature. Still, he was handsome. The kind that got you into trouble. “Thanks, but I’m not interested in any magical convention to talk about our near death experiences with the Puro.”

Hoping that would be the end of it, you started to walk away. But Jinyoung caught your arm after half a step. 

“We’re trying to end this war for good.”

You still wanted to leave. However, you decided to hear him out. For a few more seconds, at least. 

“I’ve been watching you - it's not that creepy,” he jumped in when you opened your mouth. “I just needed to know where you stood.” The corner of his lip lifted. “You help people. You use your gift for good. People like us deserve to live. But we have to fight for it. Are you willing to do that?”

It was enticing. How could it not be? The idea of no longer running felt like a dream. One that you once thought impossible, always out of reach. 

But your instincts since you were born were always to run. Could you change that easily?

Before you could answer, two silhouettes appeared at the end of the alley. Familiar sticks that sparked and spat out blue flickers of electricity sat threateningly in their hands. 

“Time to run.”

Jinyoung took your hand as he waved his other through the air. Behind you, a portal opened up, stealing a gasp from your lips. Only the fully trained were able to summon a portal this steady. Jinyoung gave you no chance to take in. He yanked you through just as the Puro pounced. 

The portal closed, leaving you safe. 

“Where are we?” you demanded, though you refused to let go of his hand. 

He smiled at you fully as he said, “Our safe haven.”

[seungmoroll]

Meeting the Parents | Jackson Wang

Word count: 1.5k

Genre: fluff, foreigner!reader

Requested: yes

A/n: this is long over due, but thank you to the anon who requested this, hope you like it!

           “I can sense your anxiousness from here.” You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s unnecessary comment.

           “I can’t help but be anxious Jacks. I’m meeting your parents for the first time to tonight.” Unable to keep still, you twiddle your thumbs in your lap. Removing one of his hands from the steering wheel, Jackson softly takes your hand into his, causing for you to stop your actions. Gently rubbing your hand with his thumb, he says to you, “Love, there’s nothing to be worried about. My parents are lovely people, and you’re an amazing person, so of course they’re going to love you.” Bringing your hand up to his lips, he lays a sweet kiss that relieves you of the tension in your body that you did not realize that was present.

           Softly, you ask, “But what if they don’t?”

           “Then we’ll just have to make them like you, but Y/n, trust me, okay? I’m pretty sure my mom already loves you from what I’ve told her, and plus my dad does not have a single ounce of hate in his body.” Jackson’s words bring you some sense of relief, however, your worries still lay unsettled in your mind.

           When the two of you reach Jackson’s parent’s home, Jackson had led you to the front door. All the nerves that Jackson made go away in the car ride coming back as you see the door begin to open.

           “Jackson, my little boy! I’ve missed you!” Pulling Jackson into a hug, his father tightly embraces him. The image warms your heart. Once the two men pull away from each other, Jackson’s father immediately pulls you into a hug, “Y/n! It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

           Awkwardly hugging him back, you say, “It’s nice to meet you too, I’ve heard so many things about you from Jackson.”

           “Oh, I sure do hope good things. Please come on in. Jackson’s mother is in the kitchen, here let me go get her.”

           When he goes to fetch his wife, you take your chance to observe the house, there are plenty of family pictures along the wall, one that stands out to you the most. Walking up to it, you can’t help but laugh. Noticing what you’re laughing at, Jackson goes to defend himself, “Hey, don’t laugh at that picture of me, I was 13 and was in my awkward phase.”

           Unable to stop yourself from laughing at the pout on Jackson’s face, you tell him, “It’s cute, you were cute back then.”

           Before Jackson could get in another word, his mother comes running towards him and crushes him into a hug and he returns the hug with the same amount of pressure. “Oh, there’s my little boy! It’s been too long.” You find it endearing how no matter how old Jackson is and how big he is, that his parents still call him their little boy. When they pull apart, Jackson motions towards you, “Mom, this is Y/n.”

           Quickly, you pull out the bouquet of flowers that you had bought for her, “Hello, I wasn’t sure what to bring, so I brought you these flowers, I hope you like them.” Taking the flowers into her hands she observes them for a second before quickly pulling you into a hug, They’re beautiful, Y/n, just like you. I’ve seen so many pictures of you from what Jackson’s sent me, but the camera does not do you justice.” Your face reddens from her compliment. You now know the reason why Jackson was so kind and friendly, he got it from both of his parents.

           “Oh, it’s such good timing, dinner’s almost ready, boys why don’t you help set the table.”

           Walking into the kitchen to see if Jackson’s mother needed any help with dinner, you are met with the familiar scent. Approaching the stove, you see that it’s a dish from your home country, specifically you’re favorite one.

           As Jackson’s mother begins to plate the food, she says, “I hope that you’re okay with eating this for dinner. Jackson told me that this was your favorite meal that your mother would cook for you, and I just thought it’d be nice to have with you.” You smile at thoughtfulness she had put into making dinner for tonight. Assisting her with the plates, you tell her, “I’m perfectly fine with this. From the smell alone, I know it’s going to taste amazing.”

           “That’s very nice for you to say Y/n. I know it won’t be the same as your mother’s, but I do hope it’s good enough.”

           Once the two of you finish setting the table, Jackson’s mother calls the two men to quickly come. When he enters the dining room, Jackson gives you a warm smile and goes to pull out your chair for you, the proceeds to do the same for his mom before he settles down in the chair next to you.

           “Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving, let’s dig in.” Jackson’s dad says before he takes a big bite. Taking a bite yourself, your close your eyes and let the taste of it settle in your mouth. It reminds you of the memories of your mother making this dish every time for your birthday ad every time something good happened to you, and it makes you feel at home. When you open your eyes, you realize that Jackson’s mother has been watching your reaction the whole entire time, slightly embarrassed, your face flushes.

           “Is it okay, Y/n? I tried to do the best that I could, but I’m sure it tastes different from your mother’s.”

           Quickly reassuring her, you say, “No, no, it’s wonderful. It tastes exactly like my mom’s.” A smile quickly breaks through on her face, making your smile even wider. “Oh, that’s wonderful to hear!”

           “Wow, Y/n. If this is how all food from your country tastes like, I think I’m going to need to eat more dishes from there.” Jackson’s dad says to you. Putting in his own input, Jackson tells his parents, “Oh, there’s this one dish that Y/n makes for me all the type and it’s the most delicious thing in the world, of course along with your cooking mom.” Hearing Jackson brag about your cooking skills causes for your face to flush.

           “Oh, is that so? Maybe next time we come visit you can cook it for us.”

           Smiling you say, “I would love to.”

           The evening goes on as the four of you casually converse with one another. Jackson’s parents tell you all of his embarrassing moments of when he was growing up, and you basically had to shove fork in his mouth to stop him from whining all the time. You also get to tell them more about yourself and what it’s like back in your country.

           After everyone was done with dinner, you had all helped in washing and putting up the dishes, more like you and Jackson’s mother did all the work, while Jackson and his dad messed around in the kitchen; the four of you made your way to the backyard to hang out under the night sky.

           Walking up to the speaker that was set up outside, Jackson’s father started playing ‘Stand By Me,’ and held out his hand to his wife. She gladly took it, and they began dancing underneath the stars.

           Thinking back on the evening, you could day that you had really enjoyed every moment of it. Jackson’s parents had made you feel welcomed in their house and practically treated you as if you had known each other for a long time. You could with 99% confidence say that they liked you.

           “What did I say?” Jackson starts as he playfully bumps into your side interrupting your train of thought, “I told you that there was nothing to be nervous about. They love you.”

           Rolling your eyes at his playfulness, you admit to him, “Okay, you were right. I just didn’t realize that all the love that you hold for people is because of your parents, but now I know.”

           “Y’know, there was a tiny part of me that was nervous that they weren’t going ot like you.” Jackson’s confession causes for concern to grow within you, but before you could voice it out, he continues, “I was worried that I would have to pick sides, and we all know how much of a mama’s boy that I am, but I don’t think your worth losing Y/n; so, I’m glad that it didn’t come down to that because I’m not so sure that they would’ve been happy with my decision.”

           Raising an eyebrow at him, you ask, “Are you saying that you would have picked me over your parents?”

           Nodding his head, he says, “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

           At times like this, you wonder how you managed to find a man as wonderful as Jackson, “Jacks…You know I love you right?”

           Taken back by your question, he dramatically gasps, “Wha- of course I do. Why would you even ask that?”

           “I just wanted to remind you that’s all.”

           Leaning over, he lays a kiss on your temple then takes a step forward, bringing out a hand towards you, “So then you know I love you too, right?”

           Placing your hand on his, and letting him take the lead in the dance, you respond, “Of course I do.”

A/n: first thing I've posted since my unexpected hiatus, I hope everyone enjoyed it! feedback is always welcomed, so don't be afraid to tell me what you thought of this

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[moonlight-chi77]

Hey are you taking requests if so can you do one for Park Jinyoung or Yugyeom with the song moonlight by Arianna grande.

Hi, I am absolutely taking requests rn! I had an idea with both members combined and am really hoping you'll like it. If there's something you want me to change, feel free to message me!💕

Story: Boys never know what they have in a person until they're gone and then they want them back.

The pain Jinyoung put on Yugyeom wasn't his business because he would have you in his arms, right?

Ship: Jinyoung X gn!reader X Yugyeom

Words: ~1.6k

"Love means never having to say you're sorry." - Love Story

Being best friends with Jinyoung had its pros and cons, him never understanding your feelings completely was his worst con. One that made you cry like never before, till your eyes couldn't no more and you were gasping for air. And whenever he was too damn stupid to get your emotions, your thoughts and dreams by just looking at you, you resolved to Yugyeom. Another friend, one that understood the female feelings while being as much of a gentleman as Jinyoung. Maybe this was why when you couldn't date Jinyoung, you ran right his arms that were already waiting just like they always had.

This was why you were standing in your bathroom as of the moment, trying to get your hair to stay in place since it was windy outside and you wouldn't want to look musty after seconds on your first date with Yugyeom. When your phone made a notification sound you were already fearing that Yugyeom cancelled last minute buy you were positively surprised when it was Jinyoung that you haven't had contact with for a week.

Jinyoung: what are you doing?

You: getting ready.

You: I have a date, I told you.

Jinyoung: are you really going there?

You: ofc

Makes me wanna give you my heart

I be crushin' on you

Choosing to ignore your heavy beating heart, you continued to fix your face, always thinking that you would sit in the dark anyway so it should be alright. Looking at the clock you saw that there wasn't much time left till Yugyeom would come to your place. After going to the toilet once again, you left the bathroom to catch your bag and put on your shoes. Breathing nervously you told yourself that you've known each other for a while and that no matter what happened it would be okay. That was when you heard the ringing of your apartment door, breathing deep once again before opening it. Only to be surprised when it wasn't Yugyeom that was standing there after two minutes "What the hell are you doing here, Jinyoung?" your face showed the anger you were feeling now towards his foolish action. "I need to talk to you." you nod "Great that can wait till tomorrow because now I don't have time nor do I want to listen to you!" wanting to close the door you step towards him but he has other plans as he enters your apartment. Standing there flabbergasted you don't even noticed the door bell going off another time, until it rings the second time where you actually open the door "You should leave." Jinyoung scoffs but stands still. Yugyeom holds flowers in his hands while smiling innocently at you "You got me flowers?" you ask with a wide smile, your eyes shining "Of course, my mom told me to give beautiful persons beautiful flowers." laughing at his flirting you let him in. He was already confused but as he saw Jinyoung he turned back towards you "Why is he here?" you shrugged your shoulders "I don't know. I hoped he would tell us now." he nodds "You can't go to the movies with him. You may have a crush on him now but that's only because he was there when you were heartbroken." you opened your eyes wide. "Jinyoung where do you get this audacity from? First you hurt me like that and now you hold me back when I finally begin to feel happy? Do you hate me that much?" Yugyeom was holding your hand, stroking it gently to calm your nerves. "Jinyoung I even asked you if it's okay. You said that dating them would ruin your friendship." he gulps "I noticed that I can't accept them being with you. It hurts, you know?" "We know you're not heartless but cruel nevertheless. You could've told us that before." your voice broke. Why did this have to happen now? You were finally enjoying life, feeling stable. You could talk to other guys, realised other mom's had sons too. "Jinyoung I want you to leave." he looked at you shocked "I don't want to do this but I will go on this date now. You're too late.".

You left him in your apartment, not looking back once. You hold Yugyeom's hand and smiled because you still wanted a nice evening as you were excited so much before. "I haven't planned that. I kinda wished there wouldn't be a boy suddenly noticing due to jealousy just how amazing are." you laughed "It's okay Yuggie. Now it's just us.".

And you're right here by my side

And the movie is playing

But we won't be watching tonight

The popcorn was too sweet, the cola had too much sparkle. The movie was okay but didn't reach your expectations, maybe because you weren't paying as much attention to it as to your thoughts of Jinyoung. Yugyeom noticed, he noticed each and every change in your behaviour. He enjoyed holding your hand for the last minutes before stopping you in front of the movie theatre "Y/n it's okay. The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?" his eyes showed tears but he smiled "Thank you for letting me experience this but it isn't right. We are not supposed to force us." you hugged him "I wish it would be you." you whisper before letting go, running away. "Me too" he whispers back, but you're long gone to see Jinyoung who has always hold your heart, he was just there to pick up the pieces of your heart when he would mess up. He broke down in tears, his body couldn't hold him up anymore so he sat on the floor, not being able to breath. However you would be happy so he would be okay.

You were out of breath when arriving at home, hoping that Jinyoung was just as stubborn as always. Praying as you opened the door you breathed out the breath that you didn't know you were holding as the lights were still on. "Jinyoung?" he came from the kitchen "You are alone?" you nod and saw his eyes lit up "You're lucky that Yugyeom is such a great guy, you know?" he nod "I shouldn't have let you go. I swear I'm an idiot for not noticing that you felt the same." you nod. "I don't know why my heart chooses you because my mind tells me it's wrong but I'm not the same without you. I need you." he comes closer to you "And so do I." his arms wrapped around your body softly as if he could break you.

I kiss his fingertips [...]

Puts his lips on my neck

Makes me want to give him my body

I be fallin' for you, baby

And I just can't stop

"Let's eat, I made you dinner" you followed him onto your balcony that was closed off enough for it to be chilly but with a blanket it had the perfect mood for this evening. You drank some wine while eating which calmed your mind, letting go of everything that wasn't about Jinyoung. You smiled when you were finished because he already hold his arms open for you to snuggle into him, softly holding you. You grab his hand and kiss each finger lightly "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" you laugh. He really wasn't an emotional person, he showed that clearly and today he had already tried his best so he let it be. "Me too" he smiles into your neck, giving it featherlight kisses until he turned your head lightly so he could finally savour your lips. Kissing you ever so lovingly, his hands stroke your waist but all of you was already craving him. Crushing was easy but falling in love with him happened without control.

He's so bossy

He makes me dance [...]

And just cancel my plans

Sweet like candy

But he's such a man

He knows just what it does

When he's holding me tight

Your birthday party yesterday was wonderful not even the jealousy of Jinyoung when Yugyeom arrived could ruin it, not when he was the one in control. He guided you, danced with you tightly in his arm while you just gave into his every move. But every beautiful day has to come to an end, your dream just continued everyday as you woke up next to Jinyoung again. His arm was wrapped around your belly strongly "Jinyoung, I have to go to work." you laughed as he hold you even more tight. "I have a rent to pay, Moonlight!" he smiled at the nickname "Your Job is to love me and not more. Be my housewife." you gasped at how casually he said that half asleep before trying to push him away. "Phone." you give it to him "Hello Mr., I would like to call Y/n sick. They're too sick to even answer the phone, yes, I will tell them. Thank you!" you look at him in shock "I told you to stay.". He wrapped his arms around you again, already falling into his dreams once again.

PS. I feel so sorry for Yug but I just had this idea and it felt really fitting.

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can i request got7 reacting to their s/o being mad that they keep coming late and breaking promises because of that?

Sorry this is so late. See, the way my brain is set up this last week, we decided to go into a full episode. Love that for us.

I ALSO JUST REALIZED I FLIPPED THE REQUEST. SOORRRY!

Mark

Mark isn’t as mad as he is disappointed, waiting and checking his phone every five minutes when you absolutely promised you would make your weekly date night. His chill, laid back nature hides just how annoyed he is when you finally do arrive, but his actions are a bit pulled back and his gestures are clipped. He doesn’t want to turn this into a thing, but he’s afraid that it already is.

Jay B

Jay B is known for his temper. In a stern tone, he is instantly scolding you when you finally walk in over an hour late, breaking your promise to him yet again. The trust would be broken for him and he is seriously considering breaking up if you don’t prioritize your relationship with him. He lays out the ultimatum, walking away to cool off and give you a couple days to either get it together or move out.

Jackson

Being that Jackson has his hands in so many pots, he is normally very understanding that you are busy with your career. However, it can only happen so often before he feels that you are not putting in the same amount of effort he does. He makes the time despite his laundry list of things he’s responsible for. Jackson would be peeved, trying not to start a full blown argument, but venting his frustration that you seem to not be giving the relationship precedence.

Jinyoung

As the minutes tick down, Jinyoung is clenching his jaw and trying to keep a cool and professional demeanor in the restaurant. Once you sit, he turns to you slowly and calculated. He asks you why you keep breaking promises and if you respect the time that he has freely given up at the point. When you cannot easily answer, he responds for you that you are being disrespectful to your relationship and he is very turned off by people who aren't accountable to the people they are committed to.

Youngjae

Not understanding what is is about him that allows you to hurt him so easily, he questions what he could possibly be doing wrong in the relationship and how he can make it better. Once you tell the upteenth story on why you couldn’t fulfill your promise to him this time, he earnestly tells you how much not keeping your word effects him and asks you to tell him what he can do for you to realize he is an important aspect of your life.

Bambam

Bambam doesn’t express his anger easily, though he is very upset that you can’t seem to ever put him first. He would use humor to express that he wished you would show up on time for once, especially when he puts so much thought into the romantic dates he plans for you. Half-jokingly, he would tell you that you must think that promises are more of a suggestion and maybe next time he just won’t show up to the next date you plan.

Yugyeom

Tired of having to deal with another broken promise from you, Yugyeom is quick to cut you off when you try to hurriedly explain why you are late this time. He doesn’t want to hear your excuses and he decides to break it off with you cleanly without making excuses or giving you reasons in return. The finality of his tone conveys to you that it is over and you have used up every chance he gave you.

~ Admin Chunsa

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Pairing: Jinyoung x gn!Reader Warnings: its smut. its badly written smut. its a handjob. the lightest dom/sub undertones ever because idk how to write that. the reader is the more dominatn one in this situation. theres cursing. light blood but not sexual.

Summary: Jinyoung cuts his hand at work. You lend him yours. I will never not make puns. Genre: Smut Word Count: 2031 This is a request for @crzy-devil​ 

im sorry that the ending isn’t quite what you wanted but i was struggling and didn’t wanst to make you wait any longer. i hope you enjoy it.

You know Jinyoung’s job can be dangerous. All the stunts he has to perform, you worry a little. But he can handle himself most of the time, you try not to worry too much. You trust him enough to tell you if it’s hurting or if he’s stressed. No matter how late he stays filming, you’re always sitting up to wait for him to return to your shared home so you can kiss away all the tiredness in his eyes before the two of you head to bed.

This time, his drama is more action-based than his other ones, and as a result, you start to worry more. Even if he isn’t the lead, he has plenty of screentime, most usually shots of fights. You see behind-the-scenes videos of Jinyoung in action and every day you worry a little more each time. When Jinyoung comes home he tries not to make you worry but he’s naturally vocal about how he feels and so you get a little more insight into his job and how much stress it gives him and you just feel even worse.

When Jinyoung comes home one evening, with a tight smile on his face warning bells ring in your head. “Jinyoungie, hi,” you start carefully, “how was the set today? You get a break this week, right?”

Jinyoung sighs, “Kind of. They cut short the break so I’ll only be here for a four-day weekend.” Your lips purse but you say nothing else. Jinyoung heads straight into the bathroom, knocking into the doorframe once before entering with a short curse and your eyebrows fly into your hairline.

“Love, you good?” you ask, slowly standing and making your way over to the doorframe to peek in. Jinyoung’s head snaps up and he looks at you with a wide-eyed stare, but that’s not where your eyes are trained on. You’re currently looking at his hand, which has a long, deep gash on it, and it’s bleeding rather worryingly. “Jinyoungie, what happened?”

Jinyoung is just looking at you sullenly. “I cut myself on one of the falling lights. The director bumped into it. It’s fine, really.” You level him with a glare as you bend down to get the gauze.

“Honestly, Jinyoung, I worry, you know. Go sit down at the counter and I’l be out soon.” As Jinyoung opens his mouth to complain you tut. “No, don’t argue with me. Go sit.”

Jinyoung sulks, but he understands and lets you fiddle around with the cabinets as he does as you tell him. When you exit the bathroom a few minutes later, you see him idly tracing patterns into the countertop as he has his cut hand wrapped in his shirt to stop the blood from dripping all over the counter. “You didn’t get a damp paper towel?” you admonish him gently as you approach him and take his hand in yours. “Now your shirt will get all bloody. I’ll have to handwash it.”

Jinyoung pouts and you laugh a little at his expression as you dab lightly around the wound with a washcloth. He doesn’t say much, opting to watch you clean up his hand and put some ointment before dressing and wrapping it in gauze. When you finish, you bring his hand up to your mouth and press a quick kiss to the wide palm. “Take care of yourself, you know.”

Jinyoung softly laughs, puckering his lips with a playful whine. You sigh but lean in to kiss him as he wishes. You’re soft for this boy and you know it. When his hands find their way to your waist, you tut and pull away. “I don’t want you reopening the wound or something, Jinyoungie.”

Jinyoug just whines and loops his arms around your waist, letting his head rest on your shoulder. “But babe,” he draws out the vowel, “I’m dying and I’m lonely.” You laugh at his desperation, letting your hands travel up to his chin to tilt it and allow deeper kisses.

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea? It’s not like I think you’ll be unhinged or something, but if your hand is out of commission…”

Jinyoung just presses his face even more into your neck. “Like it when you take care of me, though. I want to be pampered. I’ll even let you call me baby.” Your ears burn bright red at that and your palms get a bit sweaty. Jinyoung giggles at your obvious reaction, pressing a light kiss to your warm skin.

Though your face is red, your grip on his jaw tightens slightly. Jinyoung lets his jaw fall lax at the pressure and the anticipation of what’s to come. You lean in again, pressing a hungrier kiss to his mouth, enjoying his willingness to let you do what you want. Jinyoung’s hands find your hips, digging in his fingers but you pull away at the feeling.

“Baby, you sure?” you ask, trying out the nickname as well, and Jinyoung flushes all the way to his neck. It’s a pretty sight, and you have to refrain from leaning down and marking up the skin. Jinyoung nods, and you raise a single eyebrow. “Words, Jinyoungie.”

“Yes, please, god, please,” Jinyoung finally pleads, teeth finding purchase in your collarbone. “Touch me, please.” You trail your fingers down from his jaw to his shoulders, setting onto his lap. It’s not too comfortable of a seat, you don’t want to make him fall off the barstool, but Jinyoung just laves his tongue across your now bruising marks.

You pull his hands away from your waist, letting his hands curl around the edges of the stool he is on. “Don’t move your hands, all right, Jinyoungie?” The words are a bit heavy coming out of your mouth, but Jinyoung enjoys it, nodding vigorously and gripping the stool until his knuckles are white. “Er...maybe loosen your grip. I don’t want you to stress your wound.”

Jinyoung lets out a short laugh at your words, and your face burns but you power through. When Jinyoung opens his mouth, you press a finger against his lips. “Don’t make a sound unless I ask you, yeah? I want to make this all about you.”

When Jinyoung nods silently, you smile and give him short praise, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw. He squirms a little, but with a little warning nip to his neck, he stills as you trail your hands down the broad expanse of his chest to his hips. When your fingers dip into the waistband of his pants, his breath hitches, but you pull your fingers out just as fast. Jinyoung’s lips tighten a bit, willing himself to not make a sound and you giggle brightly. Jinyoung shoots you a glare but when he does, your hand presses into his crotch and instead he lets out a hiss. You settle onto his thighs as your hand creeps back into the waistband of his sweatpants. This time, even if his breath catches, you continue on your descent and slide into his boxers as well.

Jinyoung’s hips kick and you laugh at that, pulling your hands away. “You need to stay still, Jinyoungie. I can’t make you feel good if you don’t let me.” Jinyoung hisses through his teeth, letting his head fall forward onto your shoulder. You can tell he’s not above begging, so you slide off his lap and haul him to his feet.

“(Y/N), please,” Jinyoung begs, “I’m so close.” You laugh again and let his words slide.

“I know, baby, come on, we have lube in the bedroom. I don’t want to chafe your cock, yeah? I want you to feel good.” Jinyoung pouts again but lets you hold his hand and pull him toward the bedroom.

As you rifle through the bedside table for some lube, Jinyoung settles completely on the bed, back against the headboard. When you turn around, he opens his arms up and you sigh a little but settle into his lap again. However, instead of resting your weight fully onto his thighs, you stay on your knees, pulling at the hem of his pants until his hips lift up and he lets you remove his sweats and boxers.

You grab the lube and twist the cap open. It’s just about half empty but it’s all you need anyway. As you drizzle it onto your palm, Jinyoung obediently fists his hands in the sheets after you shoot him a look and a quirk of your lips. His cock is hard, drooling precum out of the tip, and you’ve hardly touched him. You feel a little pride run through your body but try not to get ahead of yourself.

When you finally have a sufficient enough amount of lube on your hand that it drips onto Jinyoung’s thighs, you finally wrap your hand around his length. Jinyoung bites his lip, drawing blood as he tries not to let a sound escape from his lips. You laugh again, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his as you twist your hand slowly, thumbing over the head of his dick. Jinyoung licks against the seam of your lips eagerly, as if trying to distract himself from the cries in his throat.

When you squeeze just right, in that way you know Jinyoung would die for, Jinyoung can’t help but moan into your mouth, and you laugh right back. You don’t cease your stroking of his cock nor do you speed up, letting Jinyoung whine and wriggle just a tad before you nip at his lips and whisper a warning, “stay still, baby.”

Jinyoung looks like he might cry if you drag this out any further, and so you take pity and sit back on his thighs again, working his dick with more fervour and watching Jinyoung throw his head back and shudder. His dick twitches violently when you rub your lube covers thumb along the veins and you smile at the sight. “Are you close?” It’s a rhetorical question, you’ve known Jinyoung long enough to know when he wants to come, but he lets a moan rip out of his throat and whines a yes anyway.

You laugh, letting your hands come down to fondle his balls. “You can come, baby.” Jinyoung’s back arches as he whines. When he lands back down on the bed with a thump, his cock finally shoots ropes of cum onto his chest and it dribbles down to your hands as well. You continue to stroke him through it, up until he whines from the overstimulation.

You wait until he finally relaxes and looks at you with tired eyes when your hand drags up his stomach, gathering the cum pooling. His eyes widen when you bring your hand up to your mouth and lick the excess off. He can only let out another breathy groan, finally letting his hands come up from the bedsheets and he makes grabby hands at you.

You laugh open-mouthed again, falling into his arms and peering up at him as he smiles back and brushes some hair out of your face. “Love you,” he whispers as he leans down to pepper kisses all over your face.

“I love you too, baby,” you giggle, capturing his face with your hands and pressing a long kiss to his lips. He doesn’t mind the taste of himself on you, just licking into your mouth and pulling you impossibly closer with an arm around your waist. “Hey, quick question.”

Jinyoung raises an eyebrow. “You just jacked me off and you want to ask me a question? What is it?”

“What’s the director’s number? I might have to have a few words with him on the matter.” Jinyoung snorts, his hands cupping your ace and stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. You pout. “He messed up my boyfriend’s hand because of his fucking incompetence. I wanna sue him, Jinyoungie.”

Jinyoung just leans down to give you another kiss and you willingly return it. “I love that you’re caring baby, but don’t worry about it. I’ll deal with it, yeah?” You just pout again and Jinyoung spends the rest of the day kissing it away.