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[Skirts and thigh highs. ]

No warnings except like cross dressing and youngjae not being ready lol

Take this while I get my emotions together enough to be able to finish the series I'm doing lol

Youngjae eyed the bag in his hand, recently purchased skirts and thigh highs. It was something new he wanted to try out.

Not thinking you would be home till about a month he got them, but you had just called him saying you were on your way home.

He had no idea if you were into cross dressing and well it was all just worrying for him. coco came up to him, he started discussing his problems with her.

"Do you think your dad would like seeing me in a skirt or would it be strange coco? "

Coco jumped up licking youngjae's cheek, which to him meant that you would love it! He ran to the bathroom quickly changing.

He heard coco bark, figuring out it was you hearing how she stopped when the door opened.

Youngjae walked out and sat on the bed, "baby where are you?" Youngjae peeked out the door smiling as you hugged him tightly not noticing his skirt.

He laughed into the kiss, you placed him down on the bed finally noticing "you look adorable darling! These hug your cute thighs so well" He kept on smiling loving your praises.

Laying down on the bed with coco on youngjae's lap and youngjae in yours, all of you watched a nice cute family movie together.

Soon enough you two were left alone. Your hand traveled up his leg to his thigh...wanting to take the next step into the relationship was something you wanted to do yet not sure if youngjae wanted to.

Rubbing his thigh slightly he grabbed your hand. "Not yet... " Taking your hand out you nodded. The last thing you wanted was your sunshine to feel uncomfortable..

But nonetheless he looked absolutely ravishing in the skirt, maybe one day you would get to see under all those clothes..

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News: @iivomitteuphoriia could become my spam instead so :( pls forgive me, I have quite a few stories on here that I may release.

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[11:30am.]

Mr. Jackson. (This suxs so much pls-)

Italics are song lyrics.

Crawling out the back door. Didn't leave a mark , no one knows it's you Mr. Jackson. Found another victim but no ones gonna find Mr. Jackson, Jackson , Jackson.

Y/n woke up , he felt someone next to him. A man, y/n was trying to recover a lost memory of what had happened the night before.

A sour little metal like flavor he tasted on his tongue. He remembered meeting the male in a bar , he had caught his attention earlier that night.

He was looking for the time of his life, though no one but you seemed to realize. he had a face like heaven, very beautiful.

He was so intoxicating, so addicting.

The man next to y/n finally woke up, he turned around smiling softly. Both of their lips connected as he saddled on y/n.

Y/n trailed soft kisses down the males neck and chest, later on creating beautiful marks. Y/n flipped him over pinning him down.

He moaned softly as you slowly thrusted into him, he clawed y/n back the marks from last night stung once again.

Moaning out y/n's name like a prayer.

Mr. Jackson.

Mr. Jackson.

Mr. Jackson.

Are you nasty?

Mr. Jackson.

Mr. Jackson.

Mr. Jackson.

Are you nasty?

Are you nasty?

I love him anyway!

Way down till the fire finally dies out, he's got em wrapped around his finger. Watch em fall down.

Currently Jackson was making breakfast for him and y/n. He shivered feeling a pair of lips on his neck.

He smiled turning around, dragging a finger down y/n's chest as they shared a passionate

There's something beautiful and tragic in his fallout. Where will he be waking up tomorrow morning? Out the back door, god damn! But he loves him anyway...

Climbing out the back door, didn't leave a mark. No one knows it's you Mr.Jackson. found another victim but no ones gonna find

Mr. Jackson...

Jackson....

Jackson...

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Touch you.

Mature themes, teasing, silent treatment.

Bruv in the span of when I went to sleep to this morning my jinyoung story did kinda good ngl 0-0

[Vlive.]

He sat at the table with his members they were playing a little game , they were all being touchy slapping jinyoung's ass whenever he stood up or as a punishment for losing the game.

You looked at your phone screen, slightly pissed. Though they were just joking around you didn't like their hands on him.

"That little slut"

[Time skip.]

Jinyoung walked into the apartment slipping his shoes off , it was dead silent. He imagined you were asleep

But you were in the room, pissed. He walked in with a smile seeing his favorite person, turning on the lights.

You sat up , and scooted away as he tried to hug you. No words were heard from you, he knew he fucked up... But didn't know what he did.

"What's wrong? "

"I saw you being a filthy slut."

He sighed knowing damn well where this was going. You pulled him close to you, whispering degrading words inside his ear.

"You filthy little slut. I thought I was the only one allowed to touch you. "

You laid him down on the bed. You kissed him, slightly teasing him rubbing him through his jeans..

"Oh god... Y/n put it in me.. "

You shook your head teasing him, you weren't gonna give him what he wanted just yet. This was a punishment..

You were the only one who could touch him like that. Nobody else could.

"My cute little slut. "

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Cuddles.

Mature themes!!

This is for my lovely friend <33 also I listened to touch you while writing this-

[9:51pm]

Your arms were wrapped loosely around jinyoung, no space between your bodies looking at his wonderful features.

His soft lips, and wonderful eyes. He smiled shoving his face in your chest inhaling your wonderful sent.

He had flower clips in his hair, you played with them and looked at his sweater a soft pink color, it matched him well.

It also put the outfit together, he looked up sharing a kiss, a lustful one. If even possible he pulled you closer

You groped him, as he let out a semi loud moan. He grinded up against you, needing your touch desperately.

From a innocent cuddling session a full on fucking session started. Currently you were ramming into his ass as he dug his nails on your back.

He moaned your name out so beautifully, and looked amazing under you. Your own personal little slut, for you to fill up in his words.

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[12:00am].

No hay lágrimas que ayuden a olvidar te.

Notice: please like, and reblog or comment I wanna get back to writing but my post are kinda flopping.

"I have a desire to rip my heart off."

You though tears shedding down you sorrow filled eyes, staring at you close to empty whiskey glass, there were no tears to help forget.

You had his scent all over you, and you missed him dearly missing him in your arms, his soft bright smile.

Your sunshine was gone, with someone else. You hated the dreadful day you both lashed out on each other.

He left, leaving a note. Just a simple note, since that day you had gotten no sleep a smile wasn't plastered on your face any more.

Just a blank sad stare, crying in the canteen for his forgiveness.

the light of your life. Gone.

He had deleted you from all his life and memories were the only ones in his mind as well as yours.

This year there was no lit tree only a saddening amount of decorations... You had no energy to decorate since your loved one wasn't here.

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Honestly as a chubby and tall hooman, it's annoying when authors mention y/n (male version or female version) as a skinny 4'9 women or man and they're always white or Korean. I don't put my weight or the ethnicity of the readers because I want them to actually feel in the story and imagine themselves there in the story, I saw someone else rant about it and I just feel as if we need to stop that. :)

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you’re too sweet istg 🥺 your motivation i- my heart can’t take this- 🥺 ❤️

I would read your got7 stories in the web version of tumblr and you were honestly the reason why I started his blog— TYSM💞💞💞