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neoculturetechxgot7 · 6 years ago

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Here's a lil am hot thought for ya. Could you do one where Jinyoung, Got7, where he wakes up a little needy during the night, and wakes you up.? He's usually a dom in bed, but wants you to take over this time.?

[Deep in the night]

*sexual content*

Your peacefulness started to dissolve, as the cherubic touch of wandering fingertips teared the slumber from your eyelashes in the softest way, coaxing you away from the dreamy haze you were lost in.

"Baby..." A honeyed voice echoed from within the darkness while you slowly emerged back to conciousness and felt the lightest peck being tenderly left on your bare shoulder.

A small sigh fell past your lips and a moment later his arm was draped over your waist, pulling you heavily against the lavender and heaven perfumed warmth of his chest. You relaxed into the melodic sound of his heartbeat, sank into the calmness of his embrace.

"Baby...please." Jinyoung breathed right by your ear and a burning palm slithered -so seductively- down your curves to get the firmest grip of your ass.

Every last trace of sleep escaped your eyes once it dawned on you. Right then, from the evident neediness that had seeped into his whisper, from the way his thumb squeezed your hip as if to tattoo his fingerprint onto the exposed flesh.

Why he'd woken you up.

A little wicked smirk tugged on the curve of your mouth and you turned in his arms to find moonlight splitting like lighting through the midnight of his eyes.

Oh Jinyoungie, what sins hide behind your eyelids at those ungodly hours? What sins do you see after the black nightfall?

He didn't have to say anything more, solely pressed you tighter against him, devilish fingers painting shivers across you back as they moved to the little burgundy strap of your bralette. And his lips brushed fiery starlight against yours, sucking and nipping and doing all those tiny things he knew would set your soul ablaze with want.

The flavour of lust -it tasted a bit like hmm.. bleeding roses and trouble- dripped from his tongue to drown your lungs in the smoke of everything sinful, everything forbidden. And you let him, already feeling something smoldering in your insides.

Jinyoung pulled back first, inhaling heavily, lips glossed with the remnants of that little, sneaky make-out. "How about..."

A hand came up to wrap around your wrist like the finest silk, gently gliding it beneath the secrets of the blankets, to let you feel how hard he was; how hard the thought of you, the dream of you, made him.

"You help me out here, hm?"

You could barely hear him through the erratic pulse in your ears, as the venom of desire pooled in your veins to paralyze every other sense except those carnal instincts...

A hum followed in response and you lured him in for another charring kiss, stormy dusks and golden fire mixing in the frantic way your lips danced, as if your last breath was hanging from his mouth. Your leg made its way over his lap and a second later you buried your knees on either side of his hips, white sheets crinkling beneath the weight of desire.

Diabolic nails drew teasing patterns down his abs -oh how you loved to watch him twitch- before curving around the string of his sweatpants, pulling the knot undone too slowly, it was almost torturous. A broken breath looped in his throat, as he stared, surrendered, at explicitly beautiful outline of your body, so obedient, yet so so bad for him.

In an instant the elastic was sliding down his tensed thighs and your tiny thong was pushed to the side, before you allowed him to enter you with the slightest stretch, letting him fill you to the edge of completion. Your hands grabbed onto his chest, digging into the sweat glazed skin to leave behind such wild prints, such flawless scratches; evidence of that late night love making...

And the shadows darkened, as the headboard kept banging against the wall and his unholy groans turned the room into a little hell...

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neoculturetechxgot7 · 6 years ago

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[02:59]

*sexual content*

Your kisses had stained those dusky cheeks of his with the flavour of apricot gloss, the same one messily smeared all over his mouth, and it shone almost purple under the faded neon rays. A melody as broken and strong as the fallen raindrops echoed through the night but his heartbeat ripping against the lace of your bralette was the only thing you could hear.

"You said you weren't coming." He seduced a whisper from under your chin, poisoned with the weight of irony and something too smug, Mark Lee's type of teasing.

"I lied." You replied with the last bits of air deserting your lungs and turning the room a little steamier, as his tongue kept on -so exquisitely- writing the dirtiest poetry down your neck. "What are you gonna do about it?"

You felt his movements stop in a fractured second, felt the faintest smirk print its proud edge on your skin before Mark pulled back and his shirt was violently flung somewhere far into the coloured shadows of his studio. "Maybe, fuck you 'till you tell me the truth, for once."

It was obvious, in those 24 carats of molten lust swirling around the ink of his eyes-how whipped he was for you.

"And what would that truth be?" Your voice was the most angelic ode he'd ever heard and for a moment he wondered just how could something so sweetly divine as you, so sacred, be such a cruel devil when it came to his heart...

His palm reached out to your jaw as he lowered over your heaving chest, thumb pressing the sugared swell of your bottom lip in a silent warning, don't play with me... Midnight spilled onto your cheek when he spoke, with a tone so damn dark, hoarse with turn-on."That you want me."

And with that, a significant metallic clanking reached every corner of the seemingly infinite void in the room, as his fingers fumbled with the belt buckle. You knew that moment, even dawn would hear your moans...

"Then truth be told..." Your arms wrapped around his neck possesively and Mark groaned in contempt, knowing you'd give yourself to him again tonight and mercilessly drown him in fathomless desire. "I want you."

The rough, frayed edges of his denim kissed the hem of your panties when he pushed them down not so softly and dived in the paradise between your thighs. His lips were more demanding this time, more eager to taste the whiskey and lies coating your tongue, to swallow the sinfully alluring sounds you made when he rubbed that one spot...

That one spot he didn't hesitate to find, to press so achingly slow before pushing so achingly deep, igniting you whole in the ruthless flames of forbidden, late night love.

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neoculturetechxgot7 · 6 years ago

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Send in your lil late-am hot thoughts +a member

and let's call it wet dream nights or whatever...

I write for NCT (all units), Got7 and Monsta X🥀

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neoculturetechxgot7 · 6 years ago

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[22:36]

*sexual content*

Your back hits cold mattress in a whirlwind of the happiest laughter, the most sincere ode of joy, and you squeal when sneaky fingers clasp around your wrists just harshly enough. He wastes no time in pinning them down on either side of your head, soft skin slowly dragging against the freshness of creamy sheets to electrify the air with a peculiar kind of sensuality...

Johnny hovers above you, the polychrome glow of sunlight dripping down his chin and onto your naked heartbeat, his diamond smile ripping it's way deeper and deeper into your soul; pushing you to fall deeper and deeper in...hmm, love perhaps?

Your arms pull against the tightness of his grasp, showing that reckless kind of resistance, one that always wakes something intense within his chest, something primal. "Let me go!"

Your voice, tangled with giggles and those bratty vibes he loves, gets swallowed by the delight of feathery kisses as he paints a whole flaring romance on your neck. You're a bare canvas awaiting his touch, the dawn shades of his lips saturating every inch of skin to create a little, secret masterpiece. You can't help but let out the smallest sound of pleasure and it stitches corrupted sparks in the disappearing void between your bodies.

Johnny leans back, a pair of sinfully alluring eyes piercing through your heart with a stare as impure as it is breathtaking. A grin spreads across the paleness of his face, baring pride at the sight of your beauty sprawled before him like this. "Should I?"

His hips nest between the warmth of your thighs, the print of naughty black fishnets inking him with a friction so hot, fingertips achingly yearning to tear them to shreds. Another side of him though coaxes his mind with the faint fantasy of fucking you raw just like that, in those naughty black fishnets, and it turns his blood into fire.

Your ankles lock behind Johnny's waist, arousal melting your pupils in a searing hell, yet you turn away once his lips chase yours so greedily. That's when poisoned darkness runs under his skin and fingers grip your chin with the richest touch, tattooing "you're mine" and forcing your gaze to fall into his abyss.

"Your place is here, with me, babe."

A playful smirk tugs on the edges of your mouth, tongue swiping the most teasing flavour over your bottom lip. He's close enough to taste you himself, feel you squirming and yelling out his name and being drowned in desire. "Prove it."

"Gladly."

And your breath burns out in a kiss forged with golden, pure lust, the sound of ripped fabric and the heaviest moans slicing through morning silence to let the others know they fucking again.

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neoculturetechxgot7 · 6 years ago

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i love your work 😫💖

I'm really glad you enjoy my blog, sweetie💫

#all the love🖤

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neoculturetechxgot7 · 6 years ago

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Gardenia on the crown - J.J.H

4; dreams of sunshine eyes

pairing: Jung Jaehyun × Reader

genre: angst and the shy touches of fluff

length: around 2,5k words

warnings: mild swearing

// masterlist //

Starry flames flicker on the hundreds of candles saturating the ballroom with golden hues, reflecting on expensive pearls and tangling through lace trim and floral paterns. Nobility swirls around the soft notes of violin and piano, men in tailored suits kindly asking for the pale hand of shy princesses, inviting them to a dance that will stain the night with their scent.

You’re standing in middle of it all, fitted flawlessly in the embrace of a young prince's arms and slowly losing your sanity to the sight of his stunning features, iridescent shadows from the crystal chandeliers casting a sparkling galaxy on his skin. His eyes, those that captured your thoughts from the very moment their Egyptian caramel shade dipped into your soul, still have you mesmerized and utterly lost in their enigmatic depths.

He spins you around so gently, cremé gown blooming around your ankles in the heated rhythm and a moment later, you feel his fingertips sear a temptingly slow path around your waist when you step forward.

"You haven't told me your name yet..." A breathless whisper falls from your lips, accompanied by the over-accelerated pound of your heart. The charming stranger who managed to gather all of your attention to the excellence of his dance and the alluring electricity beaming from his entire presence is still hiding behind anonymity. The ache to discover something as simple as his name is swallowing you alive.

"My name is Jung Jaehyun, my lady...”

You wake up suffocated in the cradle of cloud coloured sheets, nightgown clinging low on your decolté and a rushed pulse racing through your veins. Midday sun refracts from the window, brushing peachy shimmer on your skin and a sweet heat around the endless void of the room.

Yet, somehow, your body feels absolutely numb. That night... Your brain is playing the filthiest game by reminding you of it.

Your glance swivels around the intricately decorated wooden furniture in protest to your mind trying to shove more images of that dying dream before your eyes. Sweaty fingers reach up to rub them a little too harsh, leaving you with a shadowed vision of a vortex of colours and a low sigh dips past your lips.

If you only knew that magical night would be your very first meeting with the devil personified, you would've locked yourself in the cozy escape of the underground library, or your room or maybe the kitchens...Hell, even the moldy, freezing dungeons your father caged criminals in would seem like a better option than being in that ballroom, at that time, with him...

Two sharp knocks on the door slice through your self-pity thoughts just as you're about to hop off of the comforting warmth of the bed, naked feet hitting hardwood floor.

"Come in!“ You shout, hands instinctively tugging on the white silk of your tiny sleeping dress to conceal the exposed expanse of your chest.

But the relieving sight of your maid has your limbs going slack as she walks in, a smile on her face that makes some type of jubilation sizzle under your skin.

"My Lady, you're finally awake!" The girl chirps with the lightness of her kind heart and then quickly trods towards your still seated form. "Will you be attending the morning assembly in the dinner hall or would you prefer breakfast in bed?"

At her mention of any kind of...well...social interaction with the arrogant existence of the royals, your body goes limp and fluffy pillows hug your backside as you fall back. The sole idea of seeing Jaehyun again exhausts you. It's barely been a day since you first arrived and his face is plastered everywhere. Even your damn dreams...

The maid presses her lips in an empathetic line before sparing you the most understanding of all glances. Oh, she knows better than anyone how you'd hate to see that man after having spent the entirety of last night listening to a nice, long monologue of unspeakable and profane adjectives to describe your soon-to-be husband.

Sometimes you wonder what level of patience one must hold to be able to withstand your -borderlone hysterical- hate speeches.

"I'll inform his wonderful grace of your absence, my Lady." With that sarcasm dipped remark, the girl pivots on her heels and strides towards the door, blush skirt flowing behind her. "And bring you some breakfast."

"Thank you."

♤

You finish the very rich meal within minutes -the cooks around this place are priceless, a blessing for your tastebuds- and after a little bit of sinking in a puddle of self loath and cursing your failure of a fate, you decide to distract your mind by simply getting lost in the magic of a book. Literature is a hidden paradise for you, poetry, a little heaven.

Back home, you'd always have a book resting by the wooden extend of your nightstand, every night fading between yellowed pages and inked words that took you on a trip to fantasia. Maybe reading something can help now too...right?

No.

Because you're running a dainty finger over the red and black book spines lining every shelf of the grand bookcase only to skim the leather binding of old catalogues and dictionaries. Your eyes frantically scan each and every title in search of the slightest trace of good, classic literature, those pieces that leave you gasping after the very last sentence, but to no avail. Annoyed at the obvious lack of quality writings, you pull one of the many useless books out, trying to check if the one behind it, on the inner lining, is any different.

An hour later there's a sea of stacked books expanding on the floor of your bedroom, over the oak bureau by the window and some even sprawled across your unmade bed, yet nothing seems close to your taste. You found a couple of fairytales, the ones mothers escort their kids with to the sweetness of sleep. Even dug out a little notebook full of scraped poetry, written in midnight ink and infinite pages of dreamy calligraphy. But it didn't really pick at your interest either, so it now lays untouched on your nightstand, keeping company to ruby necklaces and a porcelain vase filled with roses.

Your knees bend over the plush mattress as you take a good seat in the boredom that has already started to define this day. With nothing else to do but stay in your room and stare at the elegant carvings on the walls, your pinky is twitching; sign of the bottled up energy that's currently restricted due to your absolute refusal of meeting eyes with the royals.

If only you weren't this stubborn and lowered that ego, maybe today wouldn't completely go to waste...

Then, something tickles at the back of your head; an idea?

A library. They must have one here, right?

Maybe visiting the palace library will be a convenient option. You can still spent time alone, buried in the wrinkled edges of lettered paper, while also keeping that well needed distance from Jaehyun and his awful family.

But then again, you don't even know how to get there and the so unpleasant possibility of bumping into too familiar faces has your skin coated in a drizzle of coldness.

Even so, your feet subconsciously plant onto polished floor and lead you to the door, expensive golden silk with embroidered morning stars blossoming around your ankles. It takes you no time to step delicately into those pointed heels that clank an air of intimidation with every step, as you -for the umpteenth time- curse every forsaken force in this damned universe for binding you with such a fate.

Having to sneak out of your own royal chamber like a common fugitive simply to enjoy the smallest comfort of reading a book. Pathetic, to say the least.

♤

You find yourself striding down the seemingly endless stretch of a hallway, peach tinted light bouncing of off smooth stone that arches into a high ceiling. Large, curved openings formed the one side and thick marble columns separate them.

It took a lot of wandering around wide halls and visiting two of the many towers of this palace for you to reach this point, the faintest wave of spring heat kissing your neck and cheeks as a reward. Surprisingly enough, you were met with no person you knew, only kindy greeted by maids dressed in creamy beige, a humble smile on their faces. Once, you actually happened to spot -what you thought would be- one of the ladies of the court and her small escort following shortly behind, heavy gowns of cotton and purple satin flowing with her every delicate step. She bore an almost blank expression, lips pressed together in a manner that made you wonder if she disliked this place as much as you did.

Taking a peak outside the enormous windows, you realise you're walking the perimeter of a circular yard, the expanse of its area covered in emerald, neatly cut lawn. A whole lot of people are gathered, small kids playing around with leather balls, servants scurrying to get some random task done and a big group of men standing on the very middle, some carrying weapons of all sorts.

With feet inching closer to the stone edge, your stare rakes their sun bathed faces and thankfully you recognize none. They are all of noble ascent, from what you can tell at that distance, golden threaded crests decorating the corners of their uniforms.

While your eyes fight to grab onto the stitched details, they happen to -so tragically- fall straight onto another pair of breathtaking brown orbs and within a fracture of a heartbeat you're pulling back and hiding behind the column.

Fuck.

Momentarily, the edges of your vision blacken as you suck in hungry inhales, a nice bunch of profanities roaring in your head to mix with the thumping in your ears.

You just can't avoid him, can you?

Shaking your head to get rid of the slight panic possessing it, you slowly slide to the side again, solely to catch another glimpse of Jaehyun. He’s surrounded by a small crowd of men, holding a steady grip on a steel forged sword that's so well polished it seems almost like platinum.

What a sight.

His glove clad fingers tighten as he ducks to an attack stance, raising the light reflective metal in the air as if it's the lightest feather. You notice the absolute perfection in his technique, balanced from the very handle all the way to the sharp tip and can't help but admire how, the next second, it comes down to slice morning breeze and barely scratch Jaehyun's opponent. He's incredibly skilled, every move laced with such precision, and you notice the subtle flames his eyes emit when seizing each chance.

The other is quick to deflect any incoming hits, but still overwhelmed by their lighting speed and strength that eventually goes in for an attack himself. He bringing his own blade up and aims for the prince's chest, leaving you watching with complete devotion to the scene, as he takes a hasty step forward.

Something inside your chest clenches in such an unexplainable manner and time itself dramatically unfolds, each second slower than the previous.

But then, Jaehyun ends the match with a swift and simple dodge to the side, sword simultaneously flying to crash against the side of his opponent's armor with a loud, echoing bang.

He should’ve watched the ribs. Always watch the ribs, you think while gazing the loser gasp in slight pain.

The nobles all around the young prince cheer -much like you do on the inside without realising-, yelling out praises along with a well-deserved applause as he drops his heavy weapon, that sunshine blessed smile making another appearance. His cheekbones literally shimmer with the milky glow of victory, all of that aristocracy putting even the highest of angels to shame. He stands proud and tall, fingers carelessly ruffling auburn strands of auburn hair, their tips dripping sweat but still giving him the look of effortless beauty.

You're about to retreat back to the shadows and run away before your body gets completely enchanted by the spell of his irresistible attractiveness...but that ice in the pit of his gaze cuts straight through your unprotected soul once his head turns.

You're suddenly frozen in place, prematurely surrendered to the way his eyebrows furrow and your expectation is yet another cocky grin and probably another stupid comment meant to irritate you the moment you face him. If it weren't for the starstruck expression plastered on your face, mouth slightly agape, maybe it wouldn't have been this bad but no, that's not the case today.

It's pretty damn obvious you've been watching, pretty damn obvious you've been lurking like a creep and gawking over the impressive ability of fighting he has conquered.

And he's well aware of that fact because those pearly, white teeth get covered by a way too smug and way too annoying smirk, it's curvy edge cutting through your dignity harder than any knife ever could. You note the way his chest heaves from the lightness of a chuckle.

Oh the embarrassment, oh the pain of your intimidating facade being all wrecked down in a split second.

If only never seeing him again was an option...lf only you could stay away from his stupid beauty and bluntly cold demeanor...

"Greetings, my Lady." A honeyed voice suddenly disrupts your desperation, causing your reflexes to stick your back falt against the smooth stone in horror.

Yet when your gaze snaps to the source of those words, you find a curious and somewhat charming a pair of sunshine filled eyes trained on your form. A toothy grin, white and beaming with luxury, is spread across the young man's face, a perfect contrast to his autumn skin.

Taking in a short breath of relief, your royal instincts kick in and you bow respectively at the gentleman, while he moves forward, hands folded behind his back in a kind manner. "Good morning my Lord."

"I'm afraid I do not recognise your face, darling. Are you new around here, perhaps?" He asks and it seems as if heaven lost one of its angels; his whole being radiating a unique kind of divinity as he stands so confidently.

"Oh yes." Your knees bend once more as you quickly introduce yourself, trying to sound as formal as possible, getting over the previous scare. "My name is (Y/N) of the (Y/L/N) dynasty and I'm present here as the rightful betrothed of prince Jaehyun."

His eyelids momentarily shot open after hearing your title, almost in shock, and that smile flashes impossibly brighter before he bends in respect. You feel warm fingers snake behind your own and with an airy pull he places a fragile peck on the back of your palm, as soft as freshly picked petals, to make you shudder.

"I'm so delighted to finally meet your grace. I am prince Heachan, cousin of your beloved."

You internally cringe at that last comment...As if Jaehyun and his wholesome stupidity could ever be loved...

"Nice to meet you too, prince Heachan." Your reply comes with a slight tilt of your head, pleasantly surprised at how well behaved and gentle he looks and acts, despite being a member of that horrible family.

Heachan takes a short look around, as if searching for something, and then aims his friendly glare back at you, this time baring a questioning expression. "And you're here without your escort?"

Your shoulders quickly stiffen, realising you have to explain yourself for carelessly wandering around the palace without a single maid accompanying you, something highly unusual for someone of your importance.

He notices that and chuckles and your heart softens at the way the apples of his cheeks shine with such a dull pink.

"Well, I'm looking for the library and..." Your eyes trail a regretful path down the hem of your dress, feeling a little embarrassed at the words you're about to speak. "I think i got lost..."

The boy laughs again, this time a little louder and more genuinely, one hand propping on his waist, sinking into the bejeweled red velvet of his shirt while the other makes an airy gesture. "This definitely isn't the library, or anywhere close to it, dear."

He extends an inviting palm, eyes glimmering with traces of a blazing summer and the tint of pure gold as he continues. "But I can take you there, if you please."

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neoculturetechxgot7 · 6 years ago

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— what are you doing tonight?

#beautiful 🌙 //#shownu

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neoculturetechxgot7 · 6 years ago

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5 and 11 for jb plssss :)

[22:14]

Soft, glimmering hues of tangerine and aristocratic pink cast an ethereal lighting across small ripples and brown marble, your heel ever so slightly skimming its smooth surface. Stars and unseen nebulas decorate the night's dark breath above like the most valuable painting, an open skyline welcoming your lost, downfallen gaze as you lay. The poolside always looks better after the passing of dusk, when the glassy surface of the water seems to turn into a true galaxy on it's own, so magical and purifying, it forms an impeccable mirage.

"Can I join you?" A voice calls from somewhere far into blackness, from the porch of that little hotel rooftop you're calling an escape, and burns through the peace.

You recognize it within thin fractures of a moment; how could you not? The deepest, bleeding cuts and the most lethal bruises inside your chest have come from the razor edge of his words. How sharp-mouthed can that man really be to damage you so badly...

A simple 'I love you' can be such a powerful weapon...

"No, you can't." Venom dribbles from your tongue, rolling onto the bamboo chaise you're resting on and threatening to polute the whole place with your refusal.

Either way, Jaebeom steps outside, the sound of his suede boots sending a puncture of shivers beneath your skin as he plods closer.

He looks so dark and beautiful, so paradoxical with the appearance of an ascended demon that came baring the sweetest heartbreak on his lips, the most alluring enchantment in his autumn eyes. Dressed in the lavish silk of YSL, you can't help but admire the royal aura he emits, as if owning hell and heaven would never be enough to satisfy his grace.

The blaring thuds of your heartbeat plea for you to just get up and leave and throw the burden of this whole story away, yet something keeps you rooted on your seat, silently watching him approach.

Jaebeom comes to a halt in front of your sprawled figure, hands in frayed denim pockets, as his glare roams the expanding cityscape spilling from beneath the edges of the building. Seoul is drizzled in fluorescent and gold and that muted grey of concrete, the horizon swallowed by dust and thick memories that make him almost nostalgic.

"Please, come back."

He startles you with that. How heavy the desperation oozing from his tone sounds, and how crushed hope lines the rim of his irises as they shoot straight into yours...

For the briefest moment you wonder if it's real, if it's all real and he begs you to return to the solace of a feeling so flamboyantly perfect, so aphrodisiac and so deeply sincere that it's sacred.

But still...

"Not again, Jaebeom. We've been through this..." An inexplicably exhausted sigh dips from your lips and something in the depths of your soul wails for what you're about to speak next, as if the lie is so evident. "It's over."

The visible clench of his jaw makes you curious to unravel his response because you know how stubbornness fills his veins and leaving empty handed would simply drive him mad.

What you don't expect though is for him to laugh, a soft chuckle flying off to the limitless sky before he crouches down to meet you. "When you say you don't love me I gotta admit; you're the prettiest liar I've ever seen."

And the storm on his lips collides with yours powerfully, in a heated attempt to make you feel again, make you remember how you were made for each other an eternity ago, just by tasting the love potion on his tongue. He's feverish with every suck, every swipe and that kiss reeks of neediness and unspoken 'I miss you', blazes devouring your heart and anesthesia draining your body of all senses but his cherubic touch.

Fingers caress your cheek with a newfound tenderness, saturating your skin with blush and smoldering want as warmth floods your lungs.

You both break apart delusional and breathless and fallen.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me we're done."

Impossible.

"I can't do that."

And right then, under the restless watch of Aquarius and all its brightest pearls, he knew he'd won you again.

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neoculturetechxgot7 · 6 years ago

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3, 13 with jaemin ? ;; ( with smut, pls— )

[19:44]

*sexual content; kinda*

With delicate fingers, you brush a sunkissed tint of roùge over your cheeks, the finishing detail to complete tonight's romantic appearance, and peer at the reflection on the gold-lined vanity mirror. The room is shaded in dim, gradient light; that of a perishing summer, when dusk comes earlier to drape the melancholy of purple darkness over you and the wind tastes so distinctly of autumnal sparks. It's a lovely atmosphere for a heartbreak, you think.

Just as you're about to get up and reach for the folded red satin adorning the counter, something audibly moves from far behind and a sudden injection of fear trickles under your skin at the airy sound. Without hesitating, you drag the antique chair back with a screech as your glare defensively scans the area around the open window, where evening breeze lightly blows against heavy champagne curtains.

And there, inbetween the moving soft ripples of silky material, your eyes land on a smile as celestial and beautiful as heaven itself, pearly white teeth and rose petal lips drawn in a curve that leaks honey.

"Missed me?" He asks with that velvet threaded voice of his, sinking you in a wave of warm comfort because, damnit it's him.

Instinctively, every tensed muscle relaxes at his beaming presence, at the familiarity of those dewy chocolate eyes that hide Eden's garden in their pits and the bubblegum locks falling above his forehead so carelessly. But your heartbeat still runs in a frantic speed, the mere sight of Jaemin hazing your mind with the intoxication of all those feelings, all those fatal feelings.

"Why did you come?" Inquiring words spill like teasing bitterness from your mouth, an unbending gaze seizing him. Playing hard to get; he loves it that way.

"I needed a little taste of you." The tip of his tongue slithers out in a slow lick over those cherry lips, head tilted to the side as if it's the most natural thing in the world, as if climbing up to his lover's window to fuck her into oblivion is the most natural thing in the world..."Are you gonna deny me, babe?"

Jaemin takes a step forward and the flames of this little devilish thing they call 'desire' burn his path as he yearns to erase the distance between your robe wrapped body and meet your skin with his sizzling touch and claw your delicious curves with hunger. Arousal benumbs his fingertips and clouds the corners of his vision with thoughts so inappropriate... Expensive lace being ripped as it falls to the hook of your trembling ankle, the sweet friction of bed sheets under his knees as he pushes and thrusts wildly, the lost, broken echo of his name as you gasp for air through all that suffocating pleasure...

"But we can't..." His heart drops in torment upon hearing that and you watch his eyes narrow with that special kind of stubbornness when he comes closer. Close enough for his heat to pierce you too delightfully yet not offering you the luxury of contact. "I have to leave..."

His breath caresses just above your lips and you long to drink it all and taste his divinity, taste the sugar off of his tongue and drown in it. But you hold back, solely settling for inhaling the musk and lavender of his thick cologne, getting drunk on its spiciness.

"Oh princess..." He whispers and melts you whole into his temptation. "You're not seeing anyone but me tonight."

A fluttering pulse later, Jaemin leans over you and graces the smallest, most tender peck on the corner of your mouth, something almost angelic. He pulls back, leaving just a tiny bit of stardust behind, just a tiny bit of his love before treading backwards to sit like a true emperor on your bed.

A palm extends, the venomous invitation to sin disguised as the simplest gesture and stares up at you with those lust glazed eyes, a thousand Saturns spinning inside their brown rings. A smirk of naughty innocence waits for you to take his hand.

"Come here and let me show you you're mine..."

And you indulge.

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