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I fucking choked
Love Language
Fandom: IGOT7// Ahgase
Pairing: Jackson X reader
small unedited imagine
Jackson laughed as you showed him a meme on your phone. You and him sat together on the couch, backstage of the music show. You watched as GOT7 performed and now they were done, everyone was packing up to go home. You and Jackson were ready and waiting for the managers so you were lounging around, his arm resting on your legs that were draped over his lap. You looked over to see Jaebum tiredly looking through his belongings.
“Do you need help oppa?” You asked him in perfect Korean. He looked at you and smiled shaking his head. Jackson looked over at you lovingly. Although you were not from Korea, you learned after visiting so much, the other members were astounded at how easy it was for you, teasing the foreign members that your Korean was better than theirs. In addition to learning Korean, you learned Mandarin so you could speak to Jackson’s family, and that was easier that when you learned french for fun.
“I’m so lucky to have you.” Jackson said lovingly. You smiled at him as Bam Bam gagged in the background.
“Yah! If you guys are going to be sickeningly cute, at least do it in a language we can’t understand!” Mark exclaimed in english, although jokingly you pouted at him.
“Sorry oppa.” You turned to Jackson with a grin.
“So English, Korean and Mandarin are out, Mark how’s your Cantonese?” You asked, turning back to him.
“French?” Jackson suggested with a grin.
“Ton français est affreaux! [your french is awful]” You giggled, shoving his shoulder playfully. “You could always learn [language].” You joked. It wasn’t a common language but it’s what you grew up speaking and what most of your family spoke, but you knew he didn’t have the time to just pick up a whole other language.
“Sure!” He grinned.
“What seriously?” You laughed. He shrugged like it was no big deal and maybe for him it wasn’t, Jackson could do anything he put his mind to.
“Yeah, I mean, you learned what 3 languages for me, the least I could do is learn one for you.” He placed a hand on yours.
“Yeah but that was fun, I didn’t mind!” You tilted your head at him.
“This could be fun too! Let’s start now! How do you say, I love you so much and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, in [language]?” His voice lowered slightly as he asked.
“Jackson?” You whispered.
“Yah! What did I just say about languages we could understand?” Mark demanded, again jokingly.
“Sorry I couldn’t help it.” He grinned at his friend.
got7: phones during dinner
jaebum: firmly believes in "no electronics at the table" because eating is a time to unwind
mark: cant start eating until he finds something good to watch like a movie or a tv show with long episodes
jackson: on his phone the entire time that he forgets to eat and by the time he remembers the foods cold
jinyoung: his phone is charging on the other side of the room but he'll whip out a book
youngjae: plays music while eating cuz "it helps with the digestion" and "makes you enjoy the food more"
bambam: he has to record what he's eating before he eats, starts getting different angles and editing the pics
yugyeom: plays tv or a youtube video that he isnt really into so he can listen to it but not pay attention
BamBam smut short
- Gif credit goes to owner / creator
- Smut
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I sighed, crossing my legs as I leaned forward, my arms come to resting on the table. I watched as people milled around the seating area of the award show, the back of my shoe lightly hitting my foot as moved it to the beat of the music.
Bambam leaned over, his breath fanning against my skin, “You’re showing an awful lot of skin there, Y/N.” He whispered into my ear, the slight tone of annoyance lacing itself into his voice.
“You’re the one who chose the dress.” I retorted, rolling my eyes a bit as I sipped my drink.
“I didn’t expect you to show all of you to all the guys here.” He hissed, his hand coming across my lap to grip my thighs.
I titled my head looking at him, “What's the matter Bammie, is it turning you on?” I taunted, dropping my hand down to the bulge in his suit pants, “You are so naughty.” I giggled, sliding my hand down between his thighs to squeeze his balls.
He jolted forward banging his knee on the table, “Stop it.” My hand ran back up, rubbing him hard.
“ I can't wait to get home.”
Imagine hanging out with your boyfriend, Jaebum
Sleep Tight
Request: “Could you write a little scenario with Yugyeom, like you’re older than him and he’s nervous to ask you out”
Note: Ok sooo,, I got a little carried away but I hope you like it!! Still working on a navigation tab but I will link this asap. Enjoy!
Masterlist Request
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You had been friends with all of Got7 for a long time, almost since the beginning. You were first introduced to them as one of the staff during one of their early music videos. All of the boys took a huge liking to you since you were relaxed and able to joke around with them. As time passed you had run into each other over and over again. Soon enough the boys had asked for your number and had invited you over for family dinners and movie nights. Needless to say the eight of you all grew really close.
Specifically you and Yugyeom. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but there was something about your conversations and the time you spent together that was different. Of course you loved all the boys but time you spent with Yugyeom was different.
Fast forward almost six years later and nothing seems to have changed. The boys even helped you get a permanent job being one of their stage hands for concerts or variety shows. All of you spent a majority of time together working or not. So tonight was no different when you got a text from Bambam to come over for a movie night.
You excitedly knocked on the door holding bags full of snacks.
“Y/N is here!!” Jackson called out when he opened the door. “And she brought snacks!!” He said even more excitedly.
“I can’t tell which you’re happier to see,” you teased as Jackson took a couple bags off food and let you pass through.
“Of course it’s the food we see you all the time,” Jinyoung teased back while reaching in for a hug. Instead of responding you lightly slapped his arm and quickly walked into the kitchen to avoid any retaliation. All the while trying to look for the tall maknae.
“Well I know at least one of us is happy to see you Y/N,” Youngjae wickedly smiled.
“Would it be you?” You smiled sweetly.
Youngjae laughed. “I am happy to see you but not in the same way that someone else is,” he said cryptically.
You gave Youngjae a confused look but before you could ask him any questions Jackson came in to try and herd everyone into the living room. “Movie night will not wait for anyone!”
You entered the living room where you found the rest of the boys. Everyone was already spread out and comfortable across the couches and floor.
“Here noona,” Bambam scooted so that there was enough space for you in between him and Yugyeom. But once you sat down you realized how squished it actually was. There was practically no space between you and Yugyeom, but he didn’t seem to care. In fact he moved back a little so that part of your back was against his chest.
The movie was all ready to go once everyone had settled in. It turned out to be some action movie that you had almost no interest in. You didn’t want to be a party pooper so you kept your mouth shut and tried to keep from falling asleep. Not even 15 minutes in that proved to be very difficult. You’re eyelids kept getting heavier and your head was struggling to stay up. The movie just really gave you no interest.
“Hey,” a soft whisper startled you. “You can lay your head on me of you want,” Yugyeom offered.
You shook your head and tried to straighten up. In truth that only lasted a matter of seconds before you began to nod off again. Deciding to take your comfort into his own hands Yugyeom put his arm around you and helped you rest your head against him.
You didn’t wake up until early the next morning. But instead of being in the guest room or on the couch, you found yourself on the floor. When you tried to move to a more comfortable position you felt arms tighten around you. Looking around you came face to face with Yugyeom sleeping, and the room empty.
You tried your best not to wake him but all of your squirming- and Yugyeom’s uncomfortable position on the floor- ended up waking him up.
“Noona?” He grumbled in a deep morning voice. He slowly sat up with you and cutely rubbed his eyes. Honestly it was a sight that you felt you could never grow tired of.
“Sorry,” you whispered but you didn’t know why.
You both sat in silence for a little bit before it dawned on you that Yugyeom spent the whole night with you.
“Why didn’t you wake me up or move me last night?” You asked.
Yugyeom was quiet. He couldn’t look you in the eyes. But you wouldn’t take his silent as an answer. After some time he responded.
“I-I just didn’t want to wake you,” he said quietly.
Something didn’t sit right with you about his answer. No one would make themselves that uncomfortable all night just to let you sleep. “That’s really sweet… but you don’t have worry about me. Just wake me up next time.”
“But I always worry about you Y/N,” Yugyeom answered quickly. “I mean… I just want you to be comfortable. It didn’t bother me at all.” a moment of silence. “Actually Y/N, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
You gave him a small nod to continue.
“I was just wondering- and I hope you don’t find this weird! It’s just… I really like spending time with you.” You smiled at him encouragingly, though he was still trying to avoid your gaze. With a deep breath he continued. “Do you think that maybe- and you can say no- but maybe I can take you out for a date or something?”
Instead of answering you leaned in and kissed his cheek. When you pulled away Yugyeom finally looked at you with the most hopeful eyes. “I was hoping you would ask,” you blushed.
If You Do (M)
Reader x Jaebum
Fluff Smut
Sometimes all you need is a hero, a man who can make you feel loved and needed.
“Stop! Leave me alone!” I shouted at the men trying to pull on me, I pull my bags closer to my body and try to walk away. The three men circle me.
“Where you trying to run off to, baby?”
“Yeah, we can show you a great time, baby girl. You must be thirsty, look how much you’re shaking just by standing near us.”
The tallest man with a black pull-over inched closer to me, an evil grin covering his face. My heart was racing, what was going to become of my first visit to the city of Seoul? “Leave me alone!” I cry out, hoping someone will hear me. The man’s hand reaches out for me, to grab me, to do what with me? I shove my eyes closed praying for this to end.
SMACK! THUD!
He pulled on my wrist and dragged me behind him down the sidewalk. I glance over my shoulder, the large man flat on the ground, the other two running off in the distance. I face forward and see him for the first time. Bright red hoodie, silver piercings dangling to his neck, hair undercut forming the smallest of mullets on the back of his head. The man’s pace was quick, I was hesitant to keep following him, but he pulled me with angst, until we stopped in front of the park.
“What were you doing letting those guys come near you?” Frustration in the man’s tone.
“…What?” I stammer out
He turned around so I could face him, his eyes dark and sleek, eyebrows furrowed in worry. “Do you have any idea what they would do to you if I hadn’t come over?” A sigh released from his pursed lips, “what would you have done?”
“I-I tried to walk away, but they were so scary.” I stutter my words, “I am sorry for worrying you, but thank you for your trouble.” I bow in embarrassment, this stranger had risked himself for me, that’s when I saw it, “Aish! Your hand!”
He flexed his long fingers out, blood dripping from his knuckles onto the side walk. “Hmm, I guess I hit him harder than I thought.”
I pull out my handkerchief and wrap his large hand, “let me help, it’s the least I can do.” I dab the scrapes on the stranger’s hand gently, admiring the veins that protruded so delicately on them.
“You really should be more careful, your boyfriend won’t like it if something happens to you.”
“…I don’t have a boyfriend,” my eyes focused on the scrapes
The strength of his hand lifting my chin to look up at him had me change focus. The depth of his voice altering the universe, “Maybe that should change.” The focus in his eyes kept me in place, my cheeks burned red.
“How do I know you’re not some creep too?” I manage to ask
“Because if I was,” the man moves closer to me, his lips finding my ear, the words burning into me, “you would already be screaming.”
His words caused me to squirm, my body readjusting itself. I shook my head quickly and backed away from him, his hand I had been cleaning dropping in the air. “Don’t you think you’re being a little forward? I don’t even know your name.”
“Allow me to treat you to some food, you must be hungry, and I’ll introduce myself.”
My stomach growls allowing him to presume he was right about my hunger, “…I guess a small bowl of rice couldn’t hurt,” I smile up at him, just now noticing how tall he truly was.
He led us down the sidewalk, his long legs creating a shorter stride to stay close to me. I admired his stance, long legs carrying his body, biceps showing even under his large hoodie, tan skin graced by the sun.
‘The Sun Café,’ was the name of the place we stopped in, he pulled my chair out for me and I sat in silence as he ordered us fried rice, meat, and water.
“Im Jaebum,” he blurted out.
“What?”
“My name, it’s Im Jaebum,” His voice slick as silk
“Oh, um, I’m (Y/N),” I reply in a whisper, “I’m sorry for being trouble for you today.” Embarrassment still burning my cheeks
“You can make it up to me, Jagi, don’t worry.”
“What do you mean, ‘make it up to you?’”
“Go out with me.”
I sit there in shock, rice falling from my chopsticks, his face showing no signs of joking, “Wh-what?”
“Go out with me, you know? Get food, hold hands, see movies? This right now doesn’t count of course, you’re sitting way too far from me for this to count,” He muttered out between mouthfuls of rice.
“I-I…I don’t understand, why do you want to go out with me? I caused you so much trouble today.” I shuffle in my seat, hands twirling around another.
“Well,” He takes another mouthful of food before continuing, “as I see it, you need someone to take care of you, I need someone to share rice with, why not do these things together?” He looks up at me, his right eyebrow lifted up while questioning me.
“I-…I’m not sure.”
“What could it hurt, (Y/N)?” He questioned
“Well, I don’t even live in Seoul yet, I’m only here looking for apartments before I move here, how can I have a relationship with someone when I won’t be around to enjoy it?”
“So, is that a yes?”
“…Are you not listening to me, I don’t live here!”
“I heard you,” His voice sharp and straight-forward, “You don’t live here, yet. Which means you just need to move in somewhere.”
“Y-yes, that’s right.”
“So, otherwise you’d go out with me,” he looks at me, eyes studying my face
“I suppose…” I stammer out
“Good, you’ll move in tomorrow.”
“WHAT?! Move in where?!” My eyes wild with question, was this guy sure he wasn’t a creep, ‘cause I don’t think I was sure of anything anymore.
“You need a place to live, I have space. No more excuses to not go out with me,” He was direct and to the point.
I didn’t even know how to respond anymore, I just wanted the night to be over. This was a crazy day and I have decided that Seoul was officially weird.
Jaebum slipped the waiter money for the food and we walk out the door, I start to bow and thank him for the food, “Gomabda for everything, Im Jaebum. I truly am thankful.” I turn to start the walk to the bus station. The strength of his hand grabbing me again, “home is this way.”
“I don’t live here, remember?”
“No, but I do, and you’re welcome to stay with me until then.” He led us in the opposite direction of the bus stop, his hand still holding mine. I thought about pulling away, I should pull away I thought, but I let him lead me down the sidewalk draped by the street lights that lit the way.
He lived in a large brick building, metal doors and one elevator that opened up to large studio apartments on each 12 floors. His apartment was on level 12, right on top.
“Make yourself at home,” His voice boomed out as he pulled the large elevator door closed, “I’m going to shower.”
My body froze in a single space as he left the room. I scanned the apartment. Large windows all across the back wall, a large 75” tv took up space above the fireplace that seemed to separate the living area from the master bedroom, the smell of cinnamon and spiced plum filled my sinuses. I walk to the white leather sofa and place my jacket across it, my bags sat safely on the floor beside the coffee table, a bottle of water sitting on its’ glass top, a puddle of condensation beneath it. I make my way around the room stopping at the kitchen island admiring the granite stone tops and the stainless steel appliances. My fingers grazing the cold granite top, my reflection shining back up at me.
“You’re welcome to take a shower too,” he walked back into the living area, a single towel wrapped around his waist. The ‘V’ line of his abdomen protruding out, his arms flexing as he used a smaller towel to dry his hair, now frizzy and messy atop his head.
“I-I’m okay,” I stutter out, turning away shyly, my fingers making circles on the counter.
The warmth hit me in the back, the weight of his body leaning into me, his arm reaching overtop my head.
“Sorry, I wanted a cup.”
My brain went hazy, I froze in place.
“You know you can sit down, (Y/N). I won’t bite.” His voice concerned and light. I decide he’s right, I was feeling lightheaded anyhow. I made my way to the leather sofa and took a seat curled up as far to the edge as I could get. The weight of his body on the sofa sent a shift in my body causing me to crash into his side, he didn’t twitch at all. My eyes focused on his throat as he downed a large glass of water, my own throat swallowing hard.
“You okay, (Y/N)?”
“Huh? Oh, Mm!” I turn away bashfully, biting my lower lip.
Jaebum leans back against the sofa, a low moan coming from his mouth, his legs spread apart, towel barely covering anything. I begin to feel parched. His eyes close, his arm draped across his forehead, another moan leaving his lips. “You-You okay, Jaebum-ssi?” I manage to ask him.
“Long day, Jagi.”
His muscles spasm and twitch as he spoke, his towel sharing only a crevice of thigh, I begin to feel the curiosity build in me. I inch closer to him, trying to remain nonchalant.
My arm brushes against his skin, still damp from his shower. His eye peeks at me, a smirk showing slowly. “Everything alright?”
“Ah, mm! Yeah I just, I wanted to ask you something.” I stammered, twisting my hair in my fingers.
He sat up a bit, his face leaving me breathless, hand cupping my face to look at him. “What’s that, Cheonsa?”
“…..How do you afford this place?” I blurt out effortlessly
His laughter filled the apartment, stomach bouncing a little from the deepness of the laugh. “That’s really what you wanted to ask? Well, I am a performer. I am part of a group and we do well.”
“Oh, what kind of performer?”
“I’m a singer in a group called GOT7, kind of a big deal.” His voice sarcastic a bit
“I see, is that why you have so many muscles? You have to be in this kind of shape?” I poked his arm.
“Cheonsa, I stay in this kind of shape for your eyes only.” His voice serious, fingers grazing my jawline.
I turn my head away, feeling shame in my heart.
“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” He sits up, hand on my shoulder.
“I don’t understand why you want me, all I cause is trouble, Jaebum.”
My heart racing as his hands cupped my face, ecstasy burning through his lips that pressed into mine, his hand moving to my waist pulling me into him. His body hard and warm, the ridges of his muscles grazing me. The friction of our bodies moving together as our tongues blended together, my bottom lip getting sucked into his mouth. I begin to feel overwhelmed, the fiery movements of his tongue in my mouth, his hands grabbing and pulling on my body to bring it closer to his. His breath intoxicating me with full arousal. His mouth moves to the crook of my neck, teeth tugging at my skin, I gasp out in response.
“J-jaebum…” I manage to cry out
He doesn’t let up, his hands pulling my shirt off over my head, my hair falling frazzled against my shoulders, his kisses grazing my collarbone leaving little purple bruises behind. He moans into my chest as he lays me against the sofa, his body pressing into me, his towel barely hanging on anymore. The slight flick of his tongue embracing my nipple, his hands mapping out my entire body. His mouth sinful against my body, his breath husked out pleasurable moans on my skin. His cock escaping from the towel now too loose to even attempt to hold onto his waist.
“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Jagiya,” his knee slipping between my thighs, his length stabbing me in the hip. Fingers caressing my waistline as he tugs my pants down, I help him slip them past my knees and onto the floor, my panties going with them leaving my entrance exposed. Jaebum pins my wrists down and kisses down to my core, teeth clicking against my clit, his tongue prodding its way to the opening until finally delving inside.
I bite back a moan, knees beginning to buckle. His tongue lapping at my clit and into my wetness, cause me to lose all control of myself. His lips leave a trail of kisses up to my breasts, his mouth taking in a nipple and swirling it around in his mouth. My hips arch up in pleasure, he positions himself over my body, his cock inches from my entrance, my body begging for him to go inside.
I tremble as he continues massaging my breasts his lips meeting mine once more, “(Y/N)” he growls into me, “I need all of you,…please.” His words leaving goosebumps all over my skin. “T-take me, Jaebum,” I shudder out in broken breaths.
He adjusts himself and slides his length into my core, wetness seeping out around him, tears rolling down my cheek, his cock almost too thick to fit. He thrusts it deep and slow, his face buried into my neck, his breathing heavy and shaky as our hips grinding together. My fingers tug and pull on his hair as my body contorts from pleasure, an orgasm inching its way to the surface. His forehead presses against mine, sweat dripping from his body with each thrust until finally the Earth stops spinning, “Ah, fuck Jaebum….fuck…” His breathing shallow and deep, “Gah, Jagiya….damn…” Our orgasms sending shockwaves through our bodies.
His body lingers over mine, eyes gazing into one another, a kiss on the nose with no words.
Jaebum, my hero.
Honeymoon Times
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Words: +5k
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“OMG! It's been a while since I've been here" you said with exciting hugging the guy next to you, "You've been here last year," he replied, "Yes, but it was for five days, for business and without you" you answered exciting, "Well, I hope you planned it right" he said smiling to you.
"Have you visit here before?" you asked after a few long seconds of silence. "Yes when I was young, but it's better to be here with someone who used to live here" he said winking at you, "Do you remember that we're going to meet my friends too? They planned a party for us" you mention to him,
"Does HE will be there too?" he asked. You could sense concern in his voice. "I believe so, he still is their kids' uncle," you said and quickly added smiling at him "He won't do stupid things since I told them to control him before"
"Yes, I don't want to start fighting him because he'll try to hit on my wife" he said holding your hand tightly.