#igot7

[lim-wolf]

Jinyoung????? Insanity

[sweetdreamer90]

Jinyoung: 😏

Jackson: what?

jinyoung: 😏 your cute

Jackson:😳 🥹 ❤️

Ahgases: go on; we are not present.👀

[beomie-rabbit]

HAPPY 11TH BIRTHDAY BABIES 🥰🫶🏾

They’ve grown so much, just so happy for them for making it this far and staying together 🥰

Truly Got7 forever 💚 Credits: 1theK on Twitter -A🐰💜

[allaboutthedongs]

Tease | 18+

☆ Pairing: GOT7 Jinyoung x Female reader

☆ Genre: smut

☆ Word count: 1.6 k

☆ Warnings: teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, orgasm denial, masturbation, power play, just porn with a plot, tbh.

☆ Prompt: "A dangerous dance of lust, power, and delicious punishment. And yes, he fell...hard. The wicked part? He fucking loved it."

The air was heavy with something unspoken. Something magnetic. And I knew he felt it too.

The dull scratch of my pen across the paper ceased as it slipped from my fingers and hit the tiled floor with a muted clink. I felt his gaze before I even looked—searing, low, deliberate. Lifting my eyes, I glanced toward him through my lashes, and sure enough, Jinyoung was watching me from a desk close to mine. His dark eyes burned into mine with a quiet, unwavering hunger, a smirk ghosting over his lips as if he already knew what I was about to do.

I rose slowly, deliberately, circling to the far side of the desk with measured steps that made the hem of my skirt sway just slightly. With my back to him, I bent forward at the waist to retrieve the pen, arching more than necessary. My blouse lifted, the curve of my lower back peeking out. I stayed like that for a breath longer than needed—just enough to feel the air shift around us.

When I turned to look over my shoulder, Jinyoung was biting his bottom lip, jaw tight, eyes narrowed. That restraint on his face—raw and struggling—ignited something deep inside me. I loved this game. I loved watching his control fray at the edges, knowing I was the one tugging at every thread.

I sat back down in my seat, tracing the tip of the pen slowly along my lower lip before letting it rest between my teeth. I could almost hear the crack in his composure.

"Give up the charade," Jinyoung murmured, his voice smooth and low, intimate in a way that made the rest of the room fall away. The other students, the hum of conversation, the ticking clock... all dissolved under the weight of his presence behind me.

Warm breath grazed the side of my neck a moment later, close, so close I could smell the subtle citrus and cedar of his cologne. He wasn’t touching me. Not yet. Just waiting. Testing. Jinyoung made his way to the door of the classroom as casually as if he were heading to the vending machine; his eyes locked with mine, commanding me to follow.

I waited just long enough not to be obvious, then stood and excused myself to the bathroom. My pulse pounded in my ears as I stepped out into the hallway, my fingers moving to unfasten the top buttons of my blouse, slowly, deliberately. I wanted him to see that I was in charge of this. All of it.

The corridor was quiet, bathed in the golden spill of late afternoon sun, looked almost sacred, like sunlight blessing sin. I walked slowly, listening... waiting for a sign. I passed the door of an empty classroom when a hand gripped my wrist, firm but not painful, pulling me inside and spinning me around. Jinyoung slammed my chest into the wall, his body aligned with mine, the heat of him pressing into my back as his lips brushed the shell of my ear.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured, fingers curling around my wrists and pinning them lightly to the cool wall. "Always teasing. Always knowing exactly what you're doing."

His tone was sharp silk, accusatory and amused, heat curling around every word.

I tilted my head, exposing more of my throat to him. "And yet... you love it," I whispered back. My heart pounded incessantly against my chest; the adrenaline of the situation surging throughout my desperate body. A soft groan rumbled in his throat as he released one of my hands and let the other linger, grounding me while his free hand slid down my thigh, up under my skirt, until it brushed the edge of my underwear. His movements were careful, measured, checking in with every inch. "Feels good?" he asked against my jaw. "Yeah..." I whispered. Tilting my head towards his, I lapped my wet tongue along his full lips as his fingers lingered between my legs. He jerked my underwear to the side, exposing my swollen, hot, sensitive cunt to the cool air of the room, driving my need into something raw and unrelenting. I hissed as he brushed his finger gently over my clit and all over my slit, spreading the wetness over my folds; my knees losing all stability within seconds. Then, his fingers ceased their motion, and he pressed his hips firmly into my butt; his cock thick and twitching against me.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, voice ragged against my neck. I nodded, speechless. I thought that I had a hold over him; never did I think that my body would so willingly succumb to Jinyoung. “I asked you a question.” His voice was soft yet assertive as he pulled my face abruptly towards his. He slowly slid his index finger inside of me, pressing heavily against my G-spot, making my cunt clench.

I turned my head to him, lips trembling, “Yes… yes, please.” My hips rocking instinctively along Jinyoung’s long finger, wanting to feel more. He spun me around again, mouth crashing onto mine, fingers tangled in my hair as he kissed me hard, deep... like he couldn’t get close enough. We stumbled backward toward the desk, and I half-laughed, half-moaned as he lifted me effortlessly and set me on the edge. He tugged at my tie, loosening it, then pulled it off entirely as his mouth moved down to my collarbone, sucking just enough to leave a mark. My blouse was next pushed aside to reveal the lace bra he’d been dying to touch, judging by the way his eyes had lingered all afternoon. Jinyoung undid his belt quickly, his hands practiced, movements fluid. I should’ve felt vulnerable like that, spread open, exposed... but all I felt was power, and hunger. He groaned as he slid against me, teasing. I could feel every inch of him, hot and hard. And when he finally pushed in, slowly, deeply, we both gasped.

He didn’t rush at first. He held my gaze. He wanted to watch me feel every inch of him. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He groaned as he struggled to pick up a steady rhythm.

My hands reached under his shirt and fervently explored his toned torso. I tried to wrap my legs around his waist to pull him in deeper, but he quickly pushed them away, holding my legs on either side of him as he took complete control. His eyes frantically shifted over my body as he dug his fingers into my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the desk for an even better angle. His thrusts became faster, harder, desperate. Despite my whines and pleas, he kept driving himself into me relentlessly. “You feel incredible,” he whispered, eyes closed in pleasure. The pleasure built fast, my body arching toward him, nails digging into his back as the waves rolled higher and higher. “Fuck, I’m so close.” My voice was barely audible through the strangled moans that were escaping my throat. I desperately needed to straighten my legs, but his hold was too strong, forcing me to absorb every ounce of pleasure that he was giving me. An intense heat began to build up inside of me as my muscles tensed and began to quiver; my nails digging in desperately to Jinyoung’s forearms and almost breaking the skin as they did so. “Yeah, I can feel it.” he stated smugly as I squirmed. I was hot; blood coursing frantically through me as an all-consuming pleasure began to take hold. My orgasm was imminent, and it was going to take me down hard. I braced myself; my knuckles turning white as I gripped onto the edge of the desk tightly. The orgasm slammed into the edge of my consciousness, but before I could fall into it... Smirking down at me, he pulled out. Just like that. Gone. Leaving me spread-legged and trembling, suspended in a cruel limbo of heat and ache as he pumped his shaft back and forth a few times. But before he could even finish stroking himself, I sat up, eyes burning into his with a slow, wicked smile. He thought he was breaking me. Poor boy. He hadn’t even seen me unhinged yet... I reached for his cock with one hand, curling my fingers around it as I pressed my lips to his ear.

"You think you’re the one in control?" I whispered, my breath warm, my voice velvety. "You wish you’d earned the privilege to finish inside me." With a slow twist of my wrist and a perfectly timed stroke, I made him come hard. His gasp was raw, his body convulsing as he spilled hot cum all over my bare stomach and thighs. He staggered forward, bracing himself on the desk beside me, breathless and wrecked.

I dipped my finger in his release and traced a slow, lazy circle over my stomach, watching his eyes darken again with renewed hunger as I brought my finger seductively to my mouth, tasting him.

Then I hopped off the desk, legs still shaking but chin high, my power radiating in every step. I grabbed his tie to wipe off some of his cum, buttoned up my blouse with no rush, let my fingers trail down my tie, and tightened it with a smirk.

“You look so cute when you think you're in control", I murmured, brushing past him, lips grazing his jaw. "But next time, think twice before trying to play MY game."

I opened the classroom door, stepped into the golden hush of the empty hallway, and walked away without looking back, leaving him there, dazed, undone, and entirely mine. I didn’t need to look back at him. He'd be thinking about me for days. Maybe forever.

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[thealternateuniverse]

Watch Your Attitude

Masterlist

Pairings: Mark Tuan x Reader

Word Count: 1,793 words

Warnings: Language, Smut

Hoho, this is my first time writing a smut. Don't come at me if it disappoints (I tried 😭). Plus, Mark reading his thirst tweets inspired me to create one right away.

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You fucking hate Mark Tuan’s guts. He and his friends strut down the halls like they own the damn place, but to you? They look like a bunch of losers trying way too hard to be cool.

Every time they pass, you can’t help but roll your eyes. Except, one day, Mark catches you.

"Do you have a fucking problem?" His voice is sharp as he stalks toward you, hands tucked in his pockets.

Your brow arches as he closes the distance, arms folding over your chest. "No. Do you?" You don’t hesitate, chin held high.

The hallway stills. Students stop what they’re doing, eyes flicking between you and Mark, tension thick in the air.

"Come on, man. It's not worth it." JayB calls out, tugging at Mark’s arm.

You smirk. "Listen to your friend, Mr. Hotshot." You turn to leave, but before you can take a step, he leans in way too close.

"Watch your fucking attitude," he murmurs, voice low, almost teasing. "I'd love to see that when I bend you over."

A chill shoots down your spine. Heat creeps up your cheeks. Normally, a comment like that would earn him a slap, a sharp comeback but for some reason, your tongue is tied.

His smirk deepens. "Good girl," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin before he pulls away, turning back to his friends like he just won something.

And damn it, maybe he did.

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You're peacefully scrolling through your phone, a lollipop lazily resting between your lips, when a firm hand grabs your waist, yanking you into a dark, empty classroom.

"What the fuck—"

Before you can fully react, another hand presses against the back of your neck, guiding you forward until your hands brace against a desk. Your lollipop flying somewhere.

"Let me go before I kick your balls, Tuan," you snap, twisting slightly, but his grip is firm.

"Ooh, scary." His voice drips with amusement, low and taunting. "But tell me, princess, if you really wanted me to stop, wouldn't you be fighting a little harder?"

His fingers trail along your thigh, brushing the hem of your skirt, and you try not to react but he catches the way your breath hitches.

"Just what the fuck do you want?" you demand, your voice sharp. "And get your damn hands off me."

He chuckles, and somehow... the sound sends a shiver down your spine.

"Princess," he murmurs, "I told you before, I wanted to see that attitude when I bent you over. And guess what? You didn’t disappoint." He leans in, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Now I want to see if you still have that bite when you're begging for more."

Your heart hammers against your ribs. You should push him away, tell him to fuck off but the worst part? You're not sure you want to.

When he lifts your skirt slightly, your breath catches. Your body betrays you, arching just enough to give him an invitation you shouldn't be offering.

"Careful, princess," he muses, his palm resting against the curve of your ass. "You're slipping out of character."

Before you can fire back, his hand comes down in a sharp, teasing smack. You gasp except what comes out isn’t a protest. It’s a sound you don’t mean to make.

His smirk is practically audible. "Oh? Was that a moan?"

Your breath catches when Mark’s fingers brush against you, teasing, testing. His touch is deliberate, like he’s savoring every reaction.

"Oh?" His voice is laced with amusement. "Good girl. Already this wet for me?"

You bite your lip, determined not to make a sound but the way he moves his fingers, slow and purposeful, makes it impossible to stay silent. A sharp inhale slips past your lips as he deepens his touch, pushing into you further into the moment.

"Tell me," he murmurs, his lips grazing your ear. "Did that turn you on?"

Your hips move instinctively, chasing the sensation. Just as you’re about to lose yourself, he stops.

A frustrated whine escapes you before you can stop it.

"Use your words, princess," he taunts.

Your pride wars with your need, but he's too good, and you both know it. He starts to pull away, and panic surges through you.

"Fuck—yes!" The words burst out before you can stop them. "I want more."

Mark chuckles, satisfied. "That’s more like it."

He picks up right where he left off, and this time, you don’t hold back. You don’t care who hears.

"I want the same energy when I’m inside you, princess," he murmurs, voice dark and commanding. "Keep moaning for me."

"Yes, Mark! Fuck, faster!"

The pressure builds, your grip tightening against the desk. Just as you’re about to fall over the edge, his voice cuts through the haze.

"Don't you fucking dare," he warns, grip tightening. "You'll come when I tell you to."

You hear the slow, deliberate sound of Mark unbuckling his belt, the soft rustle of fabric as he pushes his pants and boxers down. Curiosity wins over, and you glance back only for your breath to hitch at the sight of him.

Your eyes widen. Oh.

Mark catches you staring, and a slow smirk spreads across his lips. "What's wrong, princess? Not so mouthy now, huh?"

He steps closer, the heat radiating from him making your skin prickle with anticipation. You swallow hard, instinctively tensing as you feel him against you, teasing, testing your limits.

"Let's see if you still have that attitude," he murmurs, voice low and taunting.

You gasp at the sensation, your grip on the desk tightening. Every nerve in your body is on edge, torn between anticipation and the undeniable intensity of the moment.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips. The tension between pleasure and challenge hangs thick in the air, pushing you further into the moment.

A sharp, unrestrained moan escapes your lips, nails digging into the wood beneath your palms.

"Fuck, Mark!"

His grip tightens. "That's right, princess. Keep saying my name."

He moves, slow at first, teasing, testing before finding a rhythm that leaves you breathless. All you can do is cling to the desk, moaning like a mess, lost in the sensation.

"Fuck you, Mark Tuan!" you manage to gasp, though your voice betrays you, laced with something dangerously close to surrender.

Mark chuckles, his grip tightening. "Oh, princess," he taunts, his breath hot against your skin. "That's exactly what you're getting."

His hand moves, fingers pressing against you just right, and suddenly, the tension inside you snaps. A sharp cry escapes your lips as pleasure crashes through you, leaving you trembling beneath him.

Mark follows seconds after, releasing his load inside you, his grip tightening as he groans low in satisfaction, his breath warm against your shoulder.

You nod frantically, barely able to form words, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is the heavy rhythm of your breathing, the lingering heat between you still crackling like electricity in the air. Then, finally, he leans in, lips brushing against your ear.

"Good girl," he murmurs, smug and satisfied.

And damn it, you don't even have the energy to argue.

Once Mark is fully dressed, belt buckled, he turns back to you. Without a word, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief to clean you up, wiping away the mess on your thigh. You watch, still catching your breath, as he casually tucks it back into his pocket like it’s nothing.

"That’s nasty," you mutter, fixing your hair.

He chuckles. "I’m gonna frame it in my room."

You wince. That’s disgusting. And yet... kind of hot?

Before you can dwell on that thought, he steps closer, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The unexpected softness throws you off, but what really shocks you is what he says next.

"Come on, let’s eat. I’ll buy you another lollipop." A smirk tugs at his lips. "I get turned on watching you have it in your mouth."

Before you can respond, he leans in, pressing a quick peck on your lips—then another on your cheek. Your brain short-circuits.

"Wait—" You blink at him, trying to process. "Is this you asking me out?"

Mark smirks. "If it weren’t for that attitude of yours, I might’ve asked you properly. But this isn’t bad, I guess."

A chuckle slips past your lips as you shake your head, but you don’t pull away when he grabs your hand. Instead, you let him lead you out of the abandoned classroom like it’s the most normal thing in the world as if he hadn’t just bent you over that desk five minutes ago.

Just what the hell happened?

Stepping into the hallway, you barely take two steps before you run into Yugyeom and Bambam. They stop dead in their tracks, eyes wide, jaws practically on the floor.

Mark shoots them a glare, and they immediately look away but not before you hear Yugyeom whisper to Bambam, "They both smell like sex."

Your eye twitches.

"They must’ve done it in that poor classroom," Bambam replies, shaking his head like he’s disappointed.

You roll your eyes. "You know I can hear you, right?"

Mark squeezes your hand. "Ignore them."

"I am."

But just as you think you’re in the clear, Mark suddenly stops walking. You nearly crash into his back.

He glances over his shoulder, and with that damn smirk still on his lips, he says, "Man, you really need to keep that attitude in check."

Your mouth drops open, realization hitting you like a freight train.

Oh, he’s really gonna fuck your attitude out.

[stargirl-gd10]

Excuse me ? Triple J?...

They are back and they didn't come to play

[army-in-the-stars]

[kathaelipwse]

Pairing: Bf!Youngjae x Reader x Bestfriend!Jaebeom

W.C: 1.1k

Warnings: 18+ smut, Threesome, pet name's (Jagiya, baby, beautiful), foreplay. (I prolly forgot something-)

Trope: Trio best friends.

Request: Yes

Summary A movie night which was supposed to be spent by watching a rom-com movie, but in a twist of possibilities things escalated as per your darkest desires.

The dim light from the television flickered across the room, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Youngjae and you were cuddled up on the couch, sharing a soft blanket as y'll watched the romantic comedy he had picked out for your movie night. Originally, Jaebeom was supposed to join y'll, but he had backed out at the last minute due to some work he needed to finish up.

As the movie progressed, an explicit scene came on, causing your cheeks to flush and your body to squirm, you were turned on. Though you tried to hide it, your body language betrayed you, revealing your constant moving and your thighs squeezed shut to Youngjae. With a knowing smirk, he decided to take advantage of the situation, his fingers trailing lightly over your skin, teasing you with gentle touches.

The sexual tension in the room grew thicker as Youngjae's hands roamed your body, slipping beneath your clothes to caress your sensitive skin. His lips found yours in a searing kiss that left you breathless, his tongue delving into your mouth to taste all of you. Slowly, he laid you down on the couch as he worked his way down your body, leaving a trail of hot kisses and marks in his wake, until he reached the juncture of your thighs.

You gasped as he yanked off your skirt and panties in a swift move. Youngjae's tongue flicked out licking your inner thigh and leaving gentle bites. He sucks on your cunt, gentle yet very teasingly as your fingers get hold of his hair, tugging on it due to which he let out a soft moan against your cunt. Your eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensations, only to fly open again when you heard the soft click of the front door. Jaebeom stood leaning against the door frame, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the scene before him. Y'll had been a trio since the elementary school due to which y'll had the keys of each other's apartments. And he had manged to get done with his work faster than you had expected.

Well it wasn't the first time he had walked in on y'll, and over time, he had grown shameless about it. Something about his presence excited you even more, and you found yourself confessing your deepest desire. "I've always wanted a threesome with the two of you," you admitted breathlessly.

Without missing a beat, Jaebeom sauntered over to the couch picking you up and carrying you to the room as he places you down, his eyes never leaving yours. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he purred, his voice dripping with seduction. "You really don't mind if I join in, do you, baby.....will you be able to handle us both?"

Your breath hitched, and you shook your head, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement. "I want you both," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "I want to be ruined by my two best friends."

Youngjae smirked as he had already known about your desires, his eyes blazing with possessiveness and desire. "You heard our jagiya," he said, his voice rough with need. "Let's give her exactly what she craves."

Jaebeom wasted no time in stripping off his clothes, revealing his toned body and rock-hard erection. He climbed onto the bed, his hands immediately finding your sensitive nipples. He rolled them between his fingers, tugging and pinching until you were writhing beneath him, your moans filling the room.

Youngjae took the opportunity to claim your mouth, shoving his length down your throat stretching your throat wide with his cock making you gag. You palmed the remaining length and bobbed your head slowly and teasingly which just made Yeongjae shove his whole length in your mouth causing tears to prickle down your eyes in pleasure, which was combined with Jaebeom's skilled fingers on your nipples and Youngjae's powerful thrusts, had you nearly cumming on the spot. You were brain fucked at this point, mind dazed and all you could do was ask for more and moan their names to the extent where you couldn't even think straight.

Jaebeom moved lower, his tongue trailing down your stomach until he reached your dripping core. He lapped at your folds, sucking your cunt into his mouth as he slid two fingers deep inside you. "You taste so fucking good, my beautiful jagiya," he moaned against your sensitive flesh. "I could eat you out for hours."

Youngjae pulled his length out caressing your cheek. "Our girl needs more," he said, his voice tight with restraint. "She needs to be filled by both of us."

Jaebeom nodded, pulling his fingers from your heat. He moved to lay on his back, pulling you on top of him. "Ride my cock baby, like a good girl," he commanded, his hands gripping your hips. "Take me deep inside you."

You whimpered, sinking down onto Jaebeom's impressive length. You moaned loudly as you felt him stretch you to your limits, filling her completely. Youngjae positioned himself behind you, his cock nudging against your back entrance. "Relax, jagiya," he cooed, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Let us both inside you."

Slowly, oh so slowly, Youngjae pushed into your tight heat, both men now fully seated within you, their lengths shoved deep in you. At this moment, in your whole damn life you had never felt so full, so completely owned by these two men. They set a punishing pace, thrusting in tandem, driving you wild with pleasure.

Their hands roamed her body, teasing and caressing every inch of you. They whispered filthy words of praise, telling you how perfect you are, how good you felt wrapped around their cocks. You were lost in a sea of sensation, Your body climbing higher and higher towards ecstasy and your moans just growing louder.

With a scream of pure pleasure, you shattered between the two, your orgasm crashing over you in intense waves as you had milked their cocks. Jaebeom and Youngjae soon followed, their moans mingling with yours as they spilled deep inside her, filling you up with their cum.

They pulled out making sure no cum slipped out of your holes. You had never felt more satisfied, more completely and utterly ruined in the best possible way. And as you drifted off to sleep, safe and warm between your two best friends you mumbled out "I love y'll".

Jaebeom and youngjae moth cracked a smile and mumbled, "We love you too, jagi. All of you."

They quickly cleaned you and themselves up. And dressed themselves and you in comfortable clothes, slipping besides you and cuddling you till the two had fallen asleep holding you in their embrace.

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