#got7 fiction

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Goodnight Kisses - JayB

You knew JayB would berate you for still being awake when he got home, but it wasn't for lack of trying. Recently, you'd got into such a routine of going to be together that it just felt wrong trying to sleep when he wasn't there. You'd done everything you normally would before sliding under the covers, but without your  good night kiss and the warmth of your man beside you, you just couldn't drift off.

JayB always promised you you'd still get your good night kiss if you were asleep when he got home but it wasn't the same. When you heard the front door open, you had a brief debate with yourself as to whether or not to feign sleep. As his gentle footsteps approached your room you decided against it, opting to greet JayB instead. You could tell he was trying to be quiet as he entered but you spoke up.

"Jae?"

"Ah, jagiya, why are you awake?" he whispered. There was a slight smile on his face as he spoke, negating any air of annoyance in his words.

"Can't sleep," you complained. "Not without my goodnight kisses."

"Just let me wash up and get changed and you can have all the kisses you want," he replied.

You groaned and stretched your arms out in his direction, hoping to summon him closer.

He chuckled as he approached you, shaking his head. "You're always so clingy when you're tired," he said running a hand through your hair.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his fingers in your hair. All too soon he was pulling away again. Your eyes snapped open as you reached out to grab his hand and put it back. Unfortunately, in your sleepy state, JayB was quicker.

"I'm just getting ready for bed, jagi, then I'm all yours."

You still whined a little as he left you to head to the bathroom but you were for too tired to launch any sort of actual protest.

After far too long, he was climbing into bed behind you, enveloping you in his arms as a kiss was pressed to your shoulder.

"I love you, my needy jagi," he whispered.

You grunted at his teasing and snuggled further into his embrace.

There was a moments silence before you felt his finger tips digging into your waist and tickling you slightly. You squirmed but JayB didn't relent.

"Say it," he demanded.

"Who's needy now?" you retorted.

He tickled you again.

"I love you, too." You told him what he wanted to hear to stop the attack.

"That's better," he replied. "Sleep well."

With one last kiss placed gently on your neck, he held you tightly again, allowing you both to drift off to sleep, comforted by each others presence.

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Well Rewarded

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x female reader

Genre: friends to lovers / romance / suggestive / valentine’s day au

Warnings: suggestive content, lingerie, some nudity, basically everything but the smut, lol.

Author’s Note: of course, it’s the first time I write Jinyoung in 8 months, and he demands all this from me. Happy Valentine’s Day. Also friends, the concept of this story is a bit cringe about wanting to celebrate Valentine’s Day, but I don’t believe we all need to buy into the holiday. And if people shame you for not having a Valentine, then they’re the problem. This was just a bit of fun <3

Word count: 2100

You smiled as you read the note that came attached to the large bouquet of flowers, vaguely paying attention to the gushing from your co-workers.

He had remembered.

“Oh Y/N, you sneaky devil! You have kept tight-lipped about this one!”

“You’ve got explaining to do. Who’s the admirer?”

Your smile grew to Cheshire lengths, but you tried to rein it in. If you looked too giddy, they would insist on too many details. You needed to keep the charm there, bask in the attention the flowers had given you, and then accept that your ruse had worked.

Nothing more.

“Let me check the note out,” your manager Wendy insisted and plucked it out of your grasp. “‘Y/N, I know you don’t like a big fuss, but you’re worth it. Can’t wait to see you tonight, Love J xxx.’ Who’s J?”

“Someone special,” you replied truthfully, closing your eyes and thinking back to the disappointing Valentines you had last year, and how you had sobbed drunkenly on your best friend’s shoulder.

“Everyone got something in the office. Everyone except me. I’m going to have to send myself flowers next year just to make sure they don’t pity me as they did today. There’s nothing wrong with being single! Yet why do I feel so miserable?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll send you flowers.” Jinyoung was running his hand up and down your back rhythmically, trying to soothe your nerves.

“You will?” you asked, looking up at him with doe eyes, your bottom lip wobbling. “You’d do that for me?”

“Sure. You’re the only Valentine I want to have anyway. We’ll make a big deal out of it. If you’re not in a relationship next year, I’ll make this day so special you’ll never cry on it again.”

Another smile brightened your face as you thought over Jinyoung’s offer. You had honestly forgotten all about it until the bouquet had turned up, his tell-tale handwriting on the card making your heart leap. You were going to give him the best night ever. Should you cook for him? You could stop by the grocery store on your way to his, the ritual of Tuesday nights being spent together now growing more exciting as your thoughts progressed. Since he’d done this for you, you wanted to repay him with something delicious. Candlelit dinner for a fun touch. You spent the whole afternoon half-focused on your work tasks, whilst drafting up a dinner and dessert plan that would make your best friend happy.

You were excited by the time work was over and went to rush out of the building. No such luck, however, as your co-workers pulled you aside. “Hot date tonight, huh?”

“Something of the sort.”

“Are you prepared to blow his mind?” You merely stared back at Wendy as her eyebrows danced. She shared a look with the other two ladies and looped their arms through yours. “This is a big deal. You’ve worked at the company for five years and this is the first Valentine’s gift you’ve received. Time to make sure he receives too.”

You should have known with all their giggling you’d end up at a lingerie store two blocks over. You were so stunned that you didn’t even protest as they dragged you inside. And somehow, thirty minutes later, you left with a purchase made and a flush to your cheeks.

I’ll just wear it for myself sometime, you reasoned as you dashed towards the grocery store, loading a basket full of the supplies you had made a list for, trying not to think of how Jinyoung would have reacted to you wearing the set in the bag dangling off your arm. In another world, where you were both lovers and the flowers had meant more than saving face, you could imagine greeting Jinyoung after work in just the lingerie and heels, hungry eyes devouring your curves, your bare skin. It would definitely end with dessert being served up before the main course.

Shaking away the sinful image of your best friend lusting over you physically, you hurried through the rest of your shop before heading to Jinyoung’s place. Years ago, he had gifted you a key to his place, and tonight it would come in handy.

Or it would have if Jinyoung hadn’t beat you home first. “What’s all this?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jinyoung!” you exclaimed delightedly, bustling into his kitchen and dropping your heavy grocery load on the kitchen countertop. “You remembered our pact.”

His curious expression grew smug momentarily as he looked at you. “I told you I would do it.”

“And I owe you one. So, since you have no date for tonight, I figured I’d spoil you.”

“You did, huh?” His attention fell back to the assorted bags, snagging on one in particular.

You followed his focused stare to the lingerie-branded bag, your mouth falling ajar at the sight of it mixed in with the groceries. You had been in such a hurry to get inside before he was home, that you must’ve grabbed it by accident. Shifting forward, you snapped it up off the table with an awkward laugh. “Oops!”

“That’s not for me too?” he teased, though his tone was too husky for it to remain light. “What’s inside?”

“Just something,” you attempted to sound airy as you shoved it under your purse, and tucked your coat overtop. “Nothing important.”

“You bought lingerie today.”

“Well, the flowers got the ladies excited. They dragged me to the store after work. I guess I got caught up in the throes of things.” You smiled widely. “Anyway, how does steak sound? I got a good cut and—”

“What colour is it?” Jinyoung continued, his gaze zeroed in on your coat, as if he was trying to scan through the layers to find it himself. He rocked on his heels and took a decisive step forward.

“Why does it matter?”

“I’m just curious. You’ve never been one to shop on a whim for undergarments.”

You placed a hand on your hip. “That you know of. I happen to own many nice sets. You just haven’t seen any before.”

His eyes darkened and he took another step forward. “Huh. I thought I knew everything about you, best friend.”

“It’s not like I think about the underwear you wear.”

“You already know what brand and size I wear. You bought me some for my birthday,” he replied instantly, fingers grazing your coat, caressing it with a patience that was missing from his tense expression.

Pausing on pulling out the ingredients for the meal, you walked back to his side, threw back your coat and shoved the bag into his hands. He looked at you and then the bag, suddenly unsure. You smirked. “What? You wanted to see what’s inside.”

“Did you think of me when you bought this?” he murmured so low that you weren’t sure he actually uttered the words. Breaking the sticker holding the bag closed, a deep inhale is all you heard as he peered inside. “Blue and white. You were thinking of me.”

“It was pretty,” you managed to say around your suddenly dry mouth, swallowing to try and moisten it.

There had been instances over your friendship where you had imagined this. Christ, you had only forty minutes ago. But you’d always pushed the thoughts aside, cherishing the decades of friendship more than a bout of intimacy. With the way Jinyoung now stood frozen, a fistful of satin locked within his grasp, you wondered if maybe it would be worth it.

“Jinyoung.”

“Mm?”

“Do you… want to see it on?” you asked, unsure where the confidence came from. He had never made you feel uncomfortable within your body, but it wasn’t like you to just offer a scantily-dressed option of yourself up to anyone.

He isn’t just anyone though, your brain reminded, as you caught his pupil-dilated stare, his hand trembling as he thrust the garments at you. Grabbing them, you nodded once as his jaw tightened, and you strode over to the bathroom, clicking the door shut.

Away from the heady atmosphere, you let out a small laugh. “What the hell am I doing?” you asked yourself as your hands worked down the zipper of your dress, the fabric pooling at your feet. You weren’t prepared for this. You would have waxed; shaved at the very least. But for some reason, that didn’t deter you. The more clothing you pulled off, the more determined you were to have this moment regardless.

Whether or not Jinyoung had been at the forefront of your thoughts when purchasing the lingerie, he was now. You needed him to see you in it. It was a craving unlike any other, and you were excited. After clasping the bra hooks together, you smoothed your hands down your silhouette and turned to look in the mirror. You had subconsciously left your heels on, completing the fantasy you had envisioned in the supermarket before.

Emboldened, you turned and opened the door. Jinyoung was standing with his back to you, though you knew he was aware of your return to the living room. Maybe he was regretting pushing the idea. Your hopes were dashed a little. “Well, it fits nice, so…”

The deflecting words died on your tongue when he turned, raking his gaze over you from head to toe. You were under his spotlight, and instead of nerves rushing through as you expected, the flames in his stare heated your skin with every longing caress.

“When I sent you those flowers, I wasn’t quite expecting such a gift in return,” he hoarsely said, striding towards you until he was close to brushing against you. You gasped as his breath met your exposed skin, his eyes still roaming over you. “I’m not complaining one bit.”

“So, dinner?” you questioned weakly, unable to hide the desire filling your voice. You wanted him. You wanted to see as much bare skin as you were showing him. As if he read your mind, he reached over the back of his head and tugged off his hoodie and tee all at once. You blinked, eyes wandering over his broad chest and shoulders. You had seen this all before, but not under these circumstances, and definitely not with the ability to be allowed to touch. Jinyoung hissed when your palm connected against his overheated skin.

“Dinner?” he echoed, letting out a chuckle. “Darling, the last thing on my mind right now is eating.”

His eyes flashed with sinful recognition of his statement and Jinyoung let out a groan. “Actually, I am hungry for something else.”

“We do this and you know it’s going to make us want it again and again.”

“Oh, I’m aware. I don’t think I’ll be done worshipping what you’ve presented me for weeks to come.”

A smile spread out your lips as you pushed yourself flush against him, angling your face towards his. “Only weeks?”

“I have a confession to make. I forgot about the pact we made last year until you mentioned it before. I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you today and sent the flowers. You’re the only Valentine I ever want.”

“Well then, Valentine,” you started, breath mingling with his, lips barely an inch apart. “You’re all I want too. I guess we should go work up an appetite.”

“And what if I make it so you’re too exhausted to cook?” Jinyoung asked as he walked you backwards into the wall, another gasp leaving you when his lips pressed into your neck. You angled your head with ease, allowing him to taste your already feverish skin.

“That’s okay. We can always order in. I’ll cook it tomorrow.”

“Good. Because the idea of letting you out of my bed tonight sounds unfathomable.”

And then his lips were on yours, sealing the deal. You couldn’t think of anything other than Jinyoung, of the taste of him, the feel of his hands squeezing and touching you everywhere. There was only this man within your mind and you were ready to be driven wild by him.

You squeaked when he finally navigated you both to his bedroom and your legs brushed against the edge of the bed. Jinyoung’s hands were on your back, unhooking the bra you had barely worn in front of him and reverently placing down on the comforter beside you. He shook his head.

“I got the better gift today,” he announced, and you laughed breathily, running your hand over his torso.

“We’re both about to be well rewarded for our efforts, don’t you think?”

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[pupphe-additions]

✬Evie’s Relationship With Got7✬

Jay B

Quote: "Be loud about the things that are important to you.” Dynamic: Big Brother, Little Sister

Jay B’s contact in Evie’s phone is “✌🏻Jay Bubby✌🏻”

Evie was very intimidated by Jay B when she first met him but she said they warmed up to one another very quickly.

Jay B has a lot of credit for posts on Evie’s Instagram because he takes a lot of photos for and with her.

Evie always asks for updates on his cats and so he always spams her with photos of them to make her happy.

They used to go on walks a lot at night in silence to clear their heads.

Evie likes when Jay B would cook for her even if he wasn’t able to do it often.

Jay B is very over protective of Evie and he will visit her anytime she is upset if he can.

Evie says Jay B is like a very sweet older brother and that Jay B is very kind to her.

They usually talk about animals when they talk with one another.

They do not get to hang out often but when they do they are always cracking jokes and just trying to relax.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Mark

Quote: “I’m a daydreamer and a night thinker.” Dynamic: Talks a Lot, Listens

Mark’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🥰Mark🥰”

Evie said they were both rather quiet when they first met and it actually took them a while to warm up to one another, however, now that they’ve known each other for so long they talk a lot.

Evie says that Mark can easily make her laugh and that he makes her feel safe.

Evie says she likes to make Mark soup whenever she can.

Evie goes to Mark for advice a lot and she tends to vent to him a lot because he can keep her head on her shoulders and makes sure she isn’t overreacting or overthinking things.

Mark’s dad enjoys trolling and teasing Evie and he has even called her his daughter before.

Evie has stated she wants to do a podcast with Mark because it sounds fun.

Mark enjoys listening to Evie’s problems even if he can’t always help her with advice, he knows that being there often is all the help she could want.

They’ve gone on like four friend dates total but usually they just text to talk to one another, they message daily.

Evie misses Mark a lot ever since he left South Korea and says that things feel weird without being near him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Jackson

Quote: "Be someone's light when they are hopeless." Dynamic: Black Cat GF, Golden Retriever BF

Jackson’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🤫Daddy Jackson🤫”

Jackson was the first member that Evie met and warmed up to and is one of the members she is closest to.

Jackson and her are extremely sassy together and fans really like that about them.

Evie enjoys calling Jackson her puppy and she enjoys teasing and trolling him.

Evie and Jackson used to hang out a lot especially at night, but since her debut she’s been a lot busier so they usually just text one another instead.

Evie enjoys clinging to Jackson and she finds it very easy to be herself around the older boy.

Jackson enjoys giving Evie piggy back rides and he often spoils her. Whatever she wants, she gets, all she has to do is ask.

Evie enjoys talking to Jackson and says that he makes her feel safe.

Evie has told the members that sometimes she gets a feeling of homesick when she’s away from Jackson for too long and she gets upset when they go too long without talking.

They video call often and everytime they do her mood just instantly gets better.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Youngjae

Quote: “Dream until it’s your reality.” Dynamic: Laughing Constantly

Youngjae’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🍯Honey Voice🍯”

Youngjae has praised Evie outwardly on how hardworking she is.

Evie and Youngjae sometimes play games together but she always gets nervous to ask him so it’s not as often as she’d like it to be.

Evie says that Youngjae will often squeeze her too tightly when they hug but she actually really likes that.

Evie gets flustered easily around Youngjae because she finds him to be very handsome.

Evie enjoys making Youngjae laugh because it’s one of her favorite sounds and his laugh always makes her also smile and laugh.

Evie always gets nervous to talk to Youngjae and Jackson will tease her about it.

Youngjae always pushes her hair out of her face when they see each other because he likes to be able to see her entire face when they are talking.

When Evie is sad, Youngjae knows because she will just send a message that says “Coco…?” which is her asking to see the dog.

Youngjae doesn’t like to see Evie sad so if he notices that she’s upset he’ll do whatever he can to make her smile.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

BamBam

Quote: “If I told you about the darkness inside of me would you still look at me like I’m the Sun?” Dynamic: Crazy Besties

BamBam’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🙄Idiot BB🙄”

BamBam is another one of the members of GOT7 that Evie is extremely close to.

BamBam and Evie always tease each other and can never take each other seriously.

BamBam and Evie are very affectionate with one another.

Evie says she wants to spend more time with BamBam and that she really enjoys his company.

They constantly send photos of their animals back and forth to one another and they joke that they are at war with one another over who has more pictures.

Evie has made BamBam soup before and he said that he enjoys her cooking a lot.

Evie has admitted to the members of Stray Kids that the reason she bickers with BamBam sometimes is because she has had a crush on him before in the past.

Evie smiles whenever she gets a notification from BamBam on her phone.

Evie is extremely supportive of BamBam and vice versa. BamBam is one of Evie’s best friends outside of Stray Kids.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Yugyeom

Quote: “Perfection is found in accepting your imperfections.” Dynamic: Puppy and Owner

Yugyeom’s contact in Evie’s phone is “Yugyeom🤷”

Evie said when they first met, Yugyeom had a tough guy energy around him but he dropped it really quickly when he saw how weird she was.

They are weird af together.

Yugyeom says that Evie is an amazing cook and that he always looks forward to the rare times she’d bring food for GOT7.

They aren’t the closest but they are still semi close.

Yugyeom likes to tease Evie and finds it funny because of her reactions.

Yugyeom and Evie have a lot of pictures together of her leaning her head against him. She jokes that he makes a good head rest.

Evie messages Yugyeom when she’s stressed without him knowing because he always says something dumb and it makes her laugh and makes her forget why she was upset to begin with.

Evie has a habit of biting Yugyeom’s arm when she’s too close to him.

Yugyeom says she’s like a teething puppy and always just awkwardly pats her head with a chuckle.

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Right Now

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Black!Reader

Genre: Angst, Light Fluff, Idol AU/Idolverse

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: One cuss word; Language; Mentions of lack of eating, but due to workaholic behavior.

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: I wrote this forever ago and never posted it, which makes no sense. ​

One thing that fans and choreographers had in common was that tour season was a whirlwind experience that came at you fast and had you begging it to slow down. Though to be honest Hana didn’t really beg for it to slow down, she went wherever it took her and that meant more work than all of the “off season” combined. Something she didn’t mind and to a degree could admit to loving.

And that is where the problem arose.

Yugyeom had his own tour dates to prepare for. Events that were some of his first since GOT7 left JYPE. They made him more anxious than when he had his members to rely on, so he put in more work than usual. But none of it was overworking himself or not taking the time to breathe.

With his new career within the R&B world he’d promised himself he’d take a little more control and do what worked best for him and the life he wanted to lead, even outside of music. It was a must, and it was hard because he was used to the go, go, go lifestyle of idol life, but he wanted to take his time. He had all the time in the world for the fast paced, always moving shit when GOT7 got deep into preparations for their July comeback - something he looked forward to.

But while he waited and geared up for his solo activities, he tried to impart some of that wisdom onto Hana. That meant talking to her about it and getting her to take breaks no matter how small and no matter what hops he had to jump through to get her to give in.

Of course, she had obligations so she couldn’t just ditch jobs. It would make people second guess hiring her or get her blacklisted from working with companies if she changed up on them at the last minute. But the problem wasn’t how many choreographing and teaching roles she took on, or at least not the one Yugyeom felt he could validly argue against. No, the issue was that she was also helping out other friends. She would workshop choreo, act as a member for demos, help them get into different companies to showcase they were the right fit for their artists, and even teaching classes with them when they asked at the last minute.

It left her with so little time to do anything else. Yugyeom feared if she was eating like she should have or getting enough rest in her own bed, because she hadn’t entered his in weeks.

The worry he felt was low at the start of the season, but peaked once some artists began to make their way out a bit earlier than the rest. There were so many last-minute details and intensive work to put in. He barely got a text out of her or anyone he could usually reach out to get ahold of her. 

Even popping up wherever she told him yielded low results with him hoping the intimidating nature of being some of her clients' elder age and industry time wise would be enough to ensure they got her to eat or drink something when he dropped it off.

After a while it went from pure worry to agitation. Something that made him lie in bed at night staring at the ceiling as he thought about it until he picked up his phone.

Yugyeom: You at home?

Minutes ticked by with him staring at the screen awaiting an answer, to the point that he found himself a little pissed off and ready to call her, but before he could his phone buzzed a few times.

Hana: No, in the studio

Hana: I had to finalize that killing part for P1Harmony’s new comeback

Hana: I thought I told you???

Yugyeom’s anger didn’t subside despite her answering him, in fact her words seemed to just maintain how upset he was.

Yugyeom: You said it didn’t need to be done for two weeks. Did they push it up?

Hana: No

Yugyeom: So, you’re finishing it at 2AM 2 weeks early because….?

Hana: Because I want it done

Hana: Not rocket science. I got the time so might as well

There were many times in life that Yugyeom wanted to cuss someone out or simply scream and that was indeed one of them. It was like she didn’t know how she sounded, but he knew better than that. Hana knew exactly what she was doing and what he was calling her out on, but she wouldn’t cop to it. No, she preferred to do the thing where she played dumb until he said it outright and even then, she would deny, deny, deny.

It took several deep breaths to get him to calm down and respond to her.

Yugyeom: Come here and I’ll help you

Hana: I’m not falling for your tricks to see me. I’ll see you in a few days

Yugyeom: For work

Hana: And dinner after

He was going to push the issue, but just as began to type another message came through.

Hana: Gotta go. Ireh is back and we’re starting up. Go to sleep. Love you!

Naturally, he knew that she wouldn’t respond to him after that, so Yugyeom threw his phone across the bed. Or he tried to, but the slight force behind it made it bounce and hit the floor instead. He winced hearing it but made zero move to pick it up. All his focus was on Hana. The woman who drove him up the wall but who he loved endlessly. 

The thing was he got it. There was no one more understanding than Yugyeom because he lived the life of someone whose work needed a lot of his energy and time spent with people like Monster Woo and other dancers showed him how much went into what they did. How much it could strain things. But all he saw was Hana running herself into the ground for no reason.

Of course, he had to admit part of it was for selfish reasons on his part. He wanted more time with her, even if it was a quick meal and falling asleep together. Spending quality time is something he loved to do with her, and he’d missed out on for months. However, the much larger reason was because he knew her and knew she was in her own head. Knew that a lot of the pressure to work, work, work stemmed from her need to keep herself relevant and employed in an industry that could truly break a foreigner, especially a Black one. She’d made a name for herself long ago and had the backing in the US, but working mostly in K-Pop was something new and she hated to fail at such a challenge.

That was the thing that kept him from losing his shit with her, but it was also the straw to break the camel's back. There was nothing left in him that said he should continue to let it slide, to not push harder for her to take a step or two back. Lines like telling her friends and colleagues to not reach out were ones he wouldn’t cross, but as he drifted off that night, he’d decided that he would put his foot down. 

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Days went by with Yugyeom not reaching out to Hana after their last text conversation. She wasn’t surprised that he’d stopped talking; he had two comebacks and tour dates to prepare for. Not that that was the reason he’d cut off communication attempts. Hana was smart enough to know he was worried and probably pissed with her. Something she hated but knew she couldn’t control since she had things to get done and not a lot of time to do them.

Tour season meant a lot of work and she was no stranger to pouring a lot of herself into it, so she rolled with the punches without much complaint. Which didn’t make him happy with her, but she knew it was something she could manage. Something she could explain to him to get him to understand.

Talking to him was in that plan once she arrived at the dance studio that he was preparing for his tour in. She was a choreographer for some songs and might go with him. Though with all the opportunities that rolled her way it looked unlikely that she would. 

Another thing he would be upset with her about.

Upon her arrival she assaulted with the smell of food. As she walked further into the building those smells intensified and she basically drowned in them as she entered the break room area that the studio housed. 

Everyone sat or leaned against something eating and paying her no mind. It was confusing because she thought they’d agreed to have lunch before coming in, but things had seemingly changed. All without her being in the know, something that she could have brushed off as an over thought if not for the momentary eye contact, she made with Yugyeom as he got up to grab a drink. His expression was blank as he looked at her and before she could blink, he turned around and went back to his seat without a word.

It was clear he was icing her out, which made her upset and a little angry. Not that she had time to process or call him on it, because the moment he sat down people noticed her presence and Ireh popped up and ushered her to the table she was sat at.

“We’re going to start a little later, so get comfortable. I’ll grab you something,” Ireh said.

Hana opened her mouth to tell her she was fine, but then her stomach growled, and she became all too aware of her hunger. She’d had a late night and got to sleep even later. So, in order to get the bare minimum of enough rest she’d slept in longer than she would have preferred and grabbed a pastry from the convenience store on the way. She’d planned to eat another snack before they started because she needed to and because eating a lot before dancing wasn’t something that she loved. But if she was hungry enough for her stomach to make sounds, she knew that she needed to eat something more. Plus, she had more time than she thought.

Another thing that wasn’t shared with her.

That made her irritation spike, so as she shrugged off her hoodie and dropped her bag Hana found her gaze drifting to Yugyeom. He was carefully spooning rice into his mouth as he messed around on his phone, only looking up when someone spoke to him and making sure to never even turn his head in her direction.

His behavior wasn’t something Hana never experienced before, she’d endured the silent treatment a few times before and it sucked every time. However, when it was about something that was work related and part of her livelihood it pissed her off. Even if there was a whisper in her head voicing the reminder that she could slow down some and not push herself so hard. That she had enough jobs for the season and could chill the hell out. The voice was right, but she wasn’t one to acknowledge that when she knew she could keep pushing and be fine.

So, being upset with him would withstand. At least that was what she tried to convey by glaring at a man who refused to give her the time of day.

Before she could do anything drastic, like walk over to his table, Ireh returned with two containers and a bottle of water. Hana took them carefully and was surprised to find kimchi-jjigae inside one. It was the typical food delivered for a work lunch, but it was a favorite of hers and something she craved whenever she worked a lot. 

Something Ireh knew.

Once Ireh took a seat and began eating again Hana opened her mouth to thank her, but the woman shook her head.

“I barely even knew we were getting lunch today. You know who picked it out.”

“But he…”

“Hana, you know better,” Ireh said, but in Korean that time.

Though she often spoke both when talking to Hana there was something about the way she switched to it in order to scold that made Hana shrink into herself a little. It wasn’t that her feelings were hurt, but she did know better. Plus, Ireh was the oldest of four children, so she had the older sister act down pact, even if she only had less than a year over Hana in age.

Hana sighed. “I know.”

“If you know, then act like it.”

From there they ate in silence. The food was delicious, so Hana had zero problem finishing it and even after she was done the usual fullness never came. Which made her curse herself for clearly not eating enough especially because it wasn’t her intention, she just got easily wrapped up in things and forgot.

Once everyone finished, they cleaned up, and there were several minutes of sitting before everyone moved into the practice room. Hana brought up the rear and went to close the door behind them but was cut off by Yugyeom slipping into the room. He handed her a sports drink and continued to walk past her.

Or tried to but was stopped when Hana grabbed hold of his wrist.

“Yugyeom,” she whispered.

At first, she thought he would pull away, but after a few seconds he turned to her with an expression much gentler than the one he’d greeted her with.

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to…”

“I don’t have to do a lot of things, baby. But I do them because I want to and because sometimes people neglect to get them done.”

Not another word was said as he walked away, mostly because Hana couldn’t find any to say. There was the care behind his actions in those words, but she couldn’t miss the dig at the end. She knew it wasn’t meant to be all that hurtful, but she also knew he was being a little mean on purpose. Something that he wasn’t often, and she was unsure if she was angry, hurt, or simply upset that they’d reached that point.

In order to not have to figure that out she took a breath and stood off to the side while the head choreographer and tour manager spoke to them. When all information was disseminated they got to work going over the choreo with those who’d created it. Though the songs she’d worked on were early in the set list she went last and the entire time she refused to meet Yugyeom’s eyes.

Despite the tension they worked through the moves easily and corrected anything that seemed off. It was hyper professional between them and to a degree that made her feel worse, but the alternative of letting feelings leak through wasn’t any better.

After an hour and a half of going through everything they took a small break and Yugyeom tossed her a protein bar before taking a seat on the floor to catch his breath. The urge to say something flared, but Hana just took a seat and ate the bar without question.

Twenty minutes later they were back into the groove of things, but instead of checking for issues they decided to tackle the set list as it was. Most of the people he’d worked with weren’t coming with him, so it was the dancers with him while everyone else watched carefully.

Part of Hana wanted to sit it out because she may not have been going, but also because she was in a petty mood. The more time she and Yugyeom spent with negative emotions looming over them the more annoyed she got, and it was hard to push it down or reason with herself. But instead of taking that step back she got into position.

Keeping her mind from wandering wasn’t hard when she was dancing. It was her passion, so Hana always found joy in doing it. Especially because she’d been so happy when Yugyeom asked her to work on some of the choreo for him. She’d done so on some of GOT7’s music but working closely with the man she loved when he held the same passion as her put her over the moon. A feeling that found its way into her as she danced alongside him.

Their run through went off without a hitch and they were able to do it with very few breaks. Once it was finished, they all took a moment to catch their breath and then any issues were pointed out before they did it again. The second time around included moments where he would stop to talk or to head backstage for a bit, so it was less taxing and also showed there was a better flow of things.

Usually that would have been the end of it, but it was decided on one more run through. Yugyeom had been singing the other two times so to preserve his voice they just let the track play and he lip synced the lyrics. During that practice he found his flow in a way that wasn’t present before and interacted with the dancers more. Hana effortlessly played off that and more often than before they ended up close together dancing in a way that wasn’t so scandalous that they looked like they were five seconds from fucking, but enough to fit the vibe and the sexiness of some of the songs.

With the last song, Hana found they stared into each other’s eyes more than they had most of the day and so it took a moment to snap out of it and walk away once the music stopped. They managed to do so and keep to themselves as they listened to the tour manager again. Everyone was happy with the practice so it ended and though Hana knew most of them liked to leave quickly the speed in which everyone got out of there was next level.

In about two minutes only she and Yugyeom were left, and he was at the door with his hand held out to her. Again, the urge to be petty arose in her, but she’d gone a long time without any physical touch from him that wasn’t dance related and she craved it. So, after she grabbed her bag, she walked forward and laced her fingers in his.

Neither spoke as he led them out of the studio and to the car that he’d hired to drive them around. As they sat in silence, they continued to hold hands and didn’t stop until Yugyeom motioned her into the restaurant they’d planned to go to for dinner. The host led them to a private room and to Hana’s surprise JayB and Youngjae were already there. Both men were often late to dinners.

“Did you even shower?” Youngjae asked as he got up to hug them.

Hana rolled her eyes. “No time.”

“At least she’s not as stinky as him,” Jaebeom said as they switched, and he hugged her.

“Hyung,” Yugyeom whined.

That got a laugh out of everyone and that meant a pouting Yugyeom as they took their seats. A server appeared the moment their butts touched down and they ordered and awaited the drinks.

“So how did it go?” Jaebeom asked.

“It went well. Most of it was already ready, so from here on out it’s just correcting any problems and making sure that we’re one hundred percent happy with how the set list flows,” Yugyeom said.

“That’s good. I know it can be nerve wrecking to do the first solo show, plus it’s in person. Making sure it’s just right means you’ll do great,” Jaebeom said.

“I hope so.”

“Ah, our baby is nervous,” Youngjae teased.

More pouting ensued as they all laughed and Jaebeom reached over to pinch his cheek, earning a light slap to the hand which only made them laugh harder.

It took a few minutes before they settled and their drinks arrived in that time. In the restaurant they went to drinks were fast, but food was slow because they prided themselves in being made to order so most of the food was unprepped.

“Speaking of preparing, how is all the tour stuff going with the different artists, Hana?” Youngjae asked.

Something about the question excited her, but also felt heavy. As if she was beyond tired.

“Good. I thank the heavens that most have been doing online concerts and don’t have a lot of new music coming before tour. It makes it so that we’re mostly just going over things and learning a handful of new choreo. Most pick it up fast, but some of the rookies are so new to it that their nerves are making it harder for them to keep up. But I enjoy being able to help them through it.”

Jaebeom nodded. “I don’t know how you do it. Dance has been in my life a long time and b-boying could take a lot out of you, so I can’t imagine doing it as much as you do. Hell, as much as either of you do. And Gyeomie finds time to do it for fun.”

Hana glanced at Yugyeom, who’d gotten quiet, before saying anything.

“Yeah, it can be a lot, but you get used to it.”

“I just hope you’re taking care of yourself.”

Before Jaebeom finished his sentence Yugyeom scoffed, but Hana ignored it.

“I’m doing my best,” she said.

Another noise was heard but it was softer than the last in a way that Hana almost missed it. What she didn’t miss was the way that Yugyeom rolled his eyes.

If it was anyone else besides his members in that room she would have been embarrassed, but they knew how he could get and saw both of them at their worst. There was nothing they would judge them for or at least all judgment would come from a place of friendship and not rudeness.

Regardless of that it annoyed her, and she wanted to ask him about it, but instead took a deep breath and a sip of her drink. 

Seconds ticked by in silence before Youngjae broke the tension or tried to break it, because it didn’t let up even a little.

“So, you ready to go on tour with him? I know you haven’t done one in a few years, and you said you miss it.”

Anger gave way to discomfort then, and Hana paused for way too long.

“Uh… yeah. Some things have come up and so I might not get the chance to do it. But I am looking forward to it.”

“You might not go?” Yugyeom asked, shock and anger coloring his words.

“Yeah, I was going to tell you…”

“When?”

“After dinner. I thought we could talk then.”

Yugyeom’s face was stoic, and it was clear he fought to keep it and not allow anything else to color his expression as he looked at her. For several seconds all he did was stare, before he turned his head to look across the table.

“Hyungs,” he said, voice shaky.

Neither of them said anything, just nodded and got up. As they exited Hana heard Jaebeom mention sitting at the bar to give them a moment to themselves, but she was more focused on Yugyeom who’d risen from his seat and began to pace the room.

“Yugyeom,” she said softly.

Hearing his name didn’t stop his pacing or even get him to look in her direction.

“Yugyeom.”

Again nothing.

“Kim Yugyeom.”

That time there was a bit of anger in her voice, and she didn’t know if that did the trick or the use of his full name, but he finally stopped pacing and turned to her. She watched as he visibly took a deep breath and then leaned against the wall behind him.

“Do you know how worried I’ve been?” he asked.

Hana sighed. “I kn…”

“That was rhetorical. You know how worried I’ve been. You’ve had me checking in on you over the phone. Bringing you food and getting you to take moments to rest. You’ve seen my hold back because I know how you work, and I know it can be intense. I know that you do things a certain way and while it may seem like too much to be doing to me that you view it a different way. I know this industry is iffy and you committing to working mostly for this country’s industry is a lot because of the extra bs that comes with you not being Korean. I let shit slide because of those things. I put aside my worries because of those things, because I’m trying to be understanding. But there are limits.

“You push and push until you push me away. You’ve barely spoken to me for more than an hour in total over the last month. I have to work harder than one should to get proof you’re okay. To make sure that you’re eating and drinking. To ensure that you’re getting the rest that you need. And you don’t give a fuck.”

Throughout his speech Hana felt guilt creep in, but something about that last sentence shoved it down.

“I don’t care? How are you going to sit here and tell me that I don’t care? As if I haven’t been doing my best to keep in contact and as if I don’t always thank you for the things you do to take care of me. I’ve been busy, Yugyeom. You know how much comes up during these months and how much busier I get as tour dates get closer.”

“Fuck that busy shit!” he shouted.

That brought them to a standstill. Not because Hana felt threatened or anything, they cussed all the time so it slipping into an angry conversation didn’t faze her. But the way he raised his voice surprised her a little. It wasn’t scary, but it wasn’t like him to yell even though it had been softer than most people’s.

“Baby…” she trailed off.

Yugyeom’s face shifted from anger to a deep set frown and gentle eyes that told her he was tired and worried. Much more than he was letting on.

“I just… I want to take care of you, and I want you to take care of yourself. I get that you work hard, but you can work hard and also relax. Take moments to breathe. Have some sort of fun. You get into this work mode where it’s like you can’t seem to do anything else, even when there isn’t much else to do. And I get it, baby I do, but there has to be a line. 

“And I’m selfish. Outside of you being healthy I miss you. I’ve barely seen you for a month and it’s not like we haven’t crossed paths. I miss being able to spend time with you. Making up dances in the studio just because it’s fun, taking small trips for a day or two, you yelling at me because you hate the way that I cook, and just falling asleep by your side. I haven’t held you in forever.”

As he spoke Hana rose from her seat and moved over to Yugyeom, wrapping her arms around his waist before she pulled him close. She knew she’d not been thinking about herself much and just going with the fact that she felt fine as an indicator on if she needed a break. It worked for her, but it was a dangerous way to live and despite how much she hated to realize it, lack of eating alone was enough for her to know she wasn’t as well as she thought.

That coupled with the neglect of her relationship was a reality check of epic proportions. She’d expected Yugyeom to just go with her schedule without throwing him a bone in terms of even a little affection. Plus, there was the depriving of her own touch and time needs. All of it showed her that she’d been a mess masquerading as someone with their shit together for weeks.

“I know and I’m sorry. I got wrapped up in it all and forgot myself. But even so, I shouldn’t have forgotten your needs. Forgotten that I would have to put in the effort to fix things when I finally came down to reality and not just expected you to be understanding or that I could explain it away. You deserve better than that and I’m sorry I was giving you less than.”

Yugyeom wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. His body relaxed and so did hers. Not everything was solved, and it was something they would need time to get over, but Hana knew it was the start of a good thing and that she would do better. 

After a few moments Yugyeom moved away a bit and leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. It was gentle and came with a spark that made it feel like the first time. A testament to how long she’d been in self-imposed exile of his touch.

As he pulled away from her, she made the mental note to overhaul her planner to work better for herself and her relationship.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you more.”

Yet another pout took form and as his lips parted to argue the boys reentered the room with the server right behind them.

“Sorry,” Youngjae said.

Hana waved them off. “You’re fine. We’re good.”

“Really?” Jaebeom asked.

“Yes.”  

A squeeze of the hand was all she needed to be sure of it.

They enjoyed the meal without the heavy weight of tension in the room and despite how she needed to get across town the next morning Hana went with Yugyeom to his apartment without argument. She said she would do better and that needed to be immediate.

Plus, when she woke up a little later than she’d planned she couldn’t be mad, because being wrapped in his arms was the best night sleep she’d gotten in a while. She planned for it to be a repeat performance for at least a week straight.

[dollystuartwrites]

Not Holding Back - Chapter 01

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 977

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...

Warnings: Swearing, degradation, sir kink, namecalling, masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising,  sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

Your heart was pounding in your chest.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

Your legs felt heavy with each step.

Who could've thought?

Who would've dreamed?

Surely not you.

When  your friends dared you to apply for the job as the personal assistant  of Mr. Wang himself from Team Wang Design, who would've thought you'd  actually be selected? You, just a plain young woman, fresh out from  college.

You  remembered vividly sitting there in the waiting room, surrounded by some  of the prettiest girls you had ever seen in your life. You had been  nervous before going there, but when you had sat there, surrounded by a  bunch of women all probably much more capable than you were, you had  somehow calmed down. Why would you be nervous anyway? It's not like you  would get the job, as you had just replied to it as a dare. No, they  definitely wouldn't pick you.

Except...

They did.

You  had dropped your phone when they gave you the call, shattering the  screen. But you didn't care. At first, you thought it was one of your  friends pranking you. But after being assured several times and  receiving the e-mail with the briefing, there was no way out. You HAD to  believe it.

Team Wang Design had hired you as the personal assistant to Mr. Wang.

Of  course, your friends had teased you about it. Threatening to show the  company your old posters of their directed that you used to hang up in  your dorm room above your bed. Because like most adolescent girls you  had been head over heels with Jackson Wang. How could you not? An idol  with the looks, the voice, the moves, and the talent. There wasn't a  girl in your college who did not admire him. Though you had to admit  that none of them had fangirled over him as hard as you used to.

Of  course, those days were behind you. You had grown, and your obsessive  fawning over the man had made way for real-life troubles and concerns  that were more important.

However, being hired now, as his PERSONAL assistant. Yeah, your head was absolutely spinning.

There was no way you wouldn't screw it up. Wouldn't make a stupid mistake that would make you lose your job instantly.

But you didn't care.

Even  if you would only get about an hour of working for the man you were  once dreaming of every night, you would be able to die happily.

Your  hand reached for the door and you noticed your fist was shaking. You  took one last breath, ready to meet your downfall, and knocked.

A husky voice, one you only knew too well answered for you to come in. You opened the door and got into the room.

Sitting  behind his desk, his eyes scanning one of the many designs that were  laying there, was the man you once called the love of your life.

He looked up at you and your mind went blank.

His  eyes were like dark pools of black night sky. His high defined  cheekbones complimented his sharp jawline. His thick black eyebrows were  slightly creased as he looked at you, his defined and soft looking lips  slightly parted and relaxed. Then your eyes met.

Once again, you were under his spell.

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Jackson's POV

A soft knock sounded on the door.

'Come  in,' I replied mindlesly. Someone came in but I paid them no mind. The  drawings of the new designs were scattered on my desk. They were good  but not great. Nor was the line coherent. After countless editing  rounds, this was they came up with?

I sighed. This would only give me a headache.

Simply  to have something else to do than staring at the disappointing designs I  looked up. There was a girl standing in front of me. For a moment I  wanted to ask her how she had gotten in here, as I had no idea who she  was, but then I really saw her. She was wearing a suit from one of our  older lines. It looked quite new for it's age. She had probably not worn  it very often. Her heels were clearly new, offbrand but still expensive  looking. But her hands gave her away. Her nails were slightly busted  and too short. Clearly she was a biter. There were small scars and  scratches here and there too and no rings nor bracelets. Her hair looked  soft and had been done up with a hairclip in a simple way, and her  face...

A weird feeling came over me.

I had seen so many models in my career is a designer, one even prettier than the next. Flawless skins, perfect teeth.

But this girl.

She  was certainly far from perfect, face and body. But somehow, she was  captivating. An unequalled beauty in her own league. And her eyes...

Her  eyes seemed to be sparkling. Never had I seen such a vibrant look in  anyones eyes. A fire, full of stars and joy. Desire and fierceness, and  so alive...

I wanted to protect her. Needed to protect her. Needed her close to me. Needed her to touch me...

'Good morning,' I said the words without realising it.

'Good  morning Mr. Wang,' the girl said. Even her voice sounded somehow  magical. It was calm, but I could see her fingers twitching. Clearly she  was nervous.

'My name is Y/N and I will be your new personal assistant,' she continued.

My jaws clenched together automatically.

My new personal assistant...

I could see the innocence in her eyes. The uncertainty of my acceptance of her.

Fuck.

I was going to have a hard time holding back.

[venusvity]

what are venus best b-sides for you and what are the fandom's favorites ? 🥺💕 their discography seems iconic!

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[fanfic-wonderland]

Hey loved your got7 jinyoung scenario and wonder if you can do one about meeting Jackson in Hongdae playground by almost sitting on him and him asking that person out cause of how witty and compatible they are to him😂 thank you in advance

This is so cute, thank you for the request!! I don't know if It's precisely what you wanted but hopefully I did your idea justice!

Summary: (Y/N) goes down the slide of the playground and lands on something - or someone, to be exact.

Word count: 1.4k words

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You were just taking a late-night walk and indulging in Hongdae’s distinctive setting because, frankly, there was really nothing else to do. During the way, you happened to pass by the seemingly empty playground and decided that spending time there would be a nice way to conclude your little adventure. It used to be your favorite spot when you were a kid; all you wanted to do was relive some of the happiest memories of your life for a little bit. It never crossed your mind that by throwing yourself through one of the slides you would land on top of someone else.

“Hey, um, not to sound weird but-” an unfamiliar voice says from the ground. “I believe you’re sitting on me.”

You freeze on the spot, too afraid to look down after you come to the realization that you didn’t land on the hard stone floor as expected, but instead you landed on flannel fabric.

“Oh my God!” you shriek, messily trying to stand up from the person’s back. You probably look like a fish out of the water while doing so. “I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t know there was someone here!”

You finally manage to stand up straight, hands covering your mouth in embarrassment while the person stands up as well, dusting himself off and removing his headphones. It’s a guy you’ve never seen around before, looking about your age. He may be a bit older but there is something about his essence that makes him look more juvenile than he probably is, and you mean that in a good way. “It’s cool, really,” he says with a genuine smile. You can’t help but notice that he has a really cute smile. In fact, he is entirely good-looking. “Are you okay?”

“I should be the one asking you that, you’re the one who was carrying all my weight on your back,” you tell him, still sounding a bit panicked. “Literally.”

He chuckles. “I’m more than great,” he slowly spins around just to show you that he’s unharmed. “It honestly felt like carrying a pillow.”

You snort. “Yeah, right. You’re telling me that when I just ate two bowls of tteokbokki.”

Both of you laugh lightly, the other sounds surrounding you being the soft night breeze and the few passing cars. “I’m Jackson.”

You gladly shake it. It’s soft and cold, and you instantly feel weird thinking about the hand of someone you met just a few moments ago – someone who you almost crushed, might you add. “(Y/N), nice to meet you. Are you from around here?”

“I actually just moved in a month ago. It was nice outside so I thought I’d just stop by here and hang around for a bit.” Jackson answers.

You nod then raise an eyebrow. “And may I ask why you thought it was a good idea to sit down right in front of the slide?”

He laughs at your expression and shakes his head. “Well, I really didn’t think that someone was going to land on me out of nowhere. Maybe you could’ve analyzed your surroundings a bit better.”

“It’s really dark, I could barely see a thing!” is your justification.

“Mhm, right.” He nods his head in a sassy way, folding his arms across his chest as if he’s playfully scolding you.

You roll your eyes dramatically, waving your hand dismissively. So far, you’re liking the little interactions between you and this guy who you’ve never met before, but you feel like he is already drawing you in just by the small bit that you have seen of his personality.

“I guess I’m going to have to make it up to you somehow, aren’t I?” you stare at your nails with the other hand placed on your hip.

Jackson catches on to your act without an effort and he lets out an exaggerated sigh, adding another grain of his humor. “It’s the least you could do.”

“Well, mister Jackson, you’re in luck,” you clasp your hands together with a big smile. You cannot believe that you’re about to say this but- “because it just so happens that there’s a really good ice cream place nearby.”

He pretends to think about it. “I could go for some ice cream.”

And so you both just walk together until you find it. You can practically hear your mom’s voice echoing in your head telling you not to trust strangers, but you can just tell that Jackson is genuine and that he will not even dare to hurt you. Besides, on the way there, you feel like you’ve talked for ages, so much that you feel like you know almost everything you need to. You find out that he’s Chinese and that basically all of his family still lives in Hong Kong; he says that It’s what he misses the most. He moved here with his best friend and roommate Mark because they’re trainees, which took you by surprise when he revealed it. After a while, you figured that It’s not so surprising after all because of the way that he talks about dancing and making music. His eyes would shine and his smile would grow ten times larger when he told you all about it. You’d listen with great interest; you have never met a trainee before so it was like you were living out the experience with him.

Now you’re both back at the playground sitting on a bench and eating your ice cream peacefully. The point of this whole thing was so that you could make it up to him but, once you were in front of the cashier, Jackson insisted that he was going to pay. You tried to object but he handed the money to the woman regardless.

You tell him about yourself as well but after listening to his stories, you feel like your life is pretty uninteresting compared to his. “I don’t have any special talents, either,” You tell him with a shrug before licking your strawberry ice cream. “so there’s not really much to say.”

“Well I, for one, think that you are a very interesting person,” Jackson says.

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes. “I’m not the one training under one of the biggest entertainment companies.”

“I’m serious!” he insists. “I’m having a lot of fun listening to you, cross my heart.”

You grin at him. “Well, I’m glad.”

A comfortable silence falls upon the two of you as you resume eating your ice cream. It’s crazy to think that like two hours ago you didn’t even consider the possibility of you meeting such a kind and funny person like Jackson, someone who makes it so easy to talk to despite knowing him for such a short time. Unfortunately, though, all good things come to an end no matter how much you want them to last.

“Well, this was really nice and all, but-” you stand up with a groan once you finish up your ice cream. “I should really get going.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jackson copies your actions, stretching his arms in addition. “It’s getting pretty late.”

You both turn to face each other. “Although not in the most ideal way, it was really nice to meet you.”

He laughs wholeheartedly. “I wouldn’t have had it any other way, to be honest.”

“I guess that me neither,” you agree. “Goodnight, Jackson.”

“Goodnight,” he says. When you turn on your heel, he impulsively speaks up again “Wait, (Y/N)!”

You turn back to him a bit too quickly as if you were waiting for him to stop you from leaving. “Yes?”

“Is it possible that we could see each other again?” he suddenly gets so nervous that he almost stammers his words. “You know, somewhere other than the playground in which you fell on me?”

You beam at him. “Sure! I could fall on you in many other places.” Your happy smile shifts into an awkward one. “Weird joke, sorry.”

“Oh my God,” Jackson shakes his head. “You know what, never mind-”

You know he’s joking, so you take the opportunity to grab his arm and take out a pen that you just so happened to have inside your jacket pocket. You write down your number on his skin, biting your lip to hide your smirk. “There,” you say once you’re finished and looking satisfied with your work. “And It’s permanent ink so now you have no choice but to call me.”

Jackson seems taken aback by your actions and you leave him before he can say anything else. He stares down at the numbers and chuckles to himself. He’d be crazy to waste this opportunity and not call you.

[xxxrubytuesdayxxx]

Thinking of quitting my fic writing cos I can't even bribe my friends to read my stuff cos it's not like I dunno fluffy enough :(

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[kpopimaginings]

“Stop interrupting me!” - BamBam

A/N: Have an excitable birthday BamBam! It is suggestive, but not actually smutty.

It was BamBam’s birthday birthday and you had taken it upon yourself to organise a surprise for him. He’d spent the night before with you so you were lazing in bed togther first thing on May 2nd.

“You know,” you told him as you lay together, playing with his fingers, “I have planned something special for you today.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“Not that,” you said before backtracking. “I mean, as well as that. I’m not denying you sex on your birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. But as I was saying, I have arranged something-”

“Like a date?” he cut you off.

“No, it’s more like part of your present from me,” you tried to continue.

“Something you bought me?”

“No-”

“Ooh, like an experience day?”

“BamBam,” you snapped. “Stop interrupting me.”

“Hey, you can’t shout at me on my birthday,” he complained.

“Well, you keep butting in before I can tell you, so I can only assume you don’t want to know,” you teased. “I’ll just have to enjoy it myself.”

“No, I’m sorry,” he apologised. “Please tell me, I’ll be quiet.”

“Ok, thank you. So, I’ve made some calls, and managed to arrange for GOT7 to all be here in the same country at the same time. They are coming here at 1 to celebrate with you.”

“No way!” BamBam exclaimed. “Including Jackson and Mark?”

“Yup, all 6 of them are coming,” you confirmed, delighted at the reaction you got.

“Ah man, it’s been too long. Babe, this was such a sweet thing to do,” he said, looking genuinely touched. “How? Actually, how doesn’t matter. Just thank you for doing it.”

“No problem, I thought you might like to see them again.”

“Oh, you said they won’t be here til 1 right?”

“Yeah?” you replied with a question, trying to work out his train of thought.

“Well, I do believe you promised me sex, and there is plenty of time before they get here...” he trailed off.

You couldn’t help but smile.

“Hmm, I think there might be time,” you agreed. “Happy birthday, babe,” you added before pressing your lips to his.

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[prettywordsyouleft]

Cream

Pairing: Jackson Wang x female reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mildly suggestive

Word count: 207

Jackson stared at the cold blob that had landed precariously on the tip of his nose until he almost went cross-eyed. He blinked, and once more, just to be sure.

And then he turned his gaze towards his wife. “What was that for?”

“Hmm?” you hummed unconvincingly, your grin betraying any attempt at innocence.

“This,” he said, scooping the cream from his face and onto the tip of his index finger. Before he could further comment on how the condiment had made it onto his face from the bowl you had been whipping it in, your lush mouth wrapped around his digit and sucked it off with a pop.

He felt that quick caress everywhere.

“What? I don’t see anything,” you replied matter-of-fact, making a big show of looking him all over for the proclaimed cream.

Quick as he could, Jackson reached into the bowl and smeared a blob of cream over your left cheek.

“That is for the cake!” you cried, and much as you had done previously, Jackson leaned in and took a long lick of your cheek, ensuring the colour of your skin was as flushed as his own body felt.

You gasped, and he grinned, wondering where else the cream could end up.

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[ohopya]

✦ Sister of got7; sister of exo; sister of nct

— Uso pessoal

[beauty2manners]

If you like to read novels, you can't miss out this one on wattpad. Search for My Faraway Star by Cosette Awad. Soon a portuguese version of it! Stay tuned!

[dollystuartwrites]

Not Holding Back - Chapter 03

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1144

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?]  MASTERLIST

Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...

Warnings: Swearing, degradation, sir kink, namecalling,  masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?,  praising,  sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson,  grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use  of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

'Erm excuse me,' you said hesitantly. Although your voice had been softened by your insecurity, the whole room suddenly faced you, eight pairs of eyes looking at you frowning.

'H-hi,' you said awkwardly, straightening your back and trying your best to look and sound confident. 'My name is Y/n and I'm the new personal assistant of Mr. Wang,' you said quickly. A few faces instantly changed, with understanding looks on them. Some even nodded and smiled.

'Right, erm,' you said stumbling again, 'so Mr. Wang told me to give this to you,' you told the room, sticking out your arms that were holding the binder with the designs. 'And he told me he wanted you to look over them again,' you repeated his words.

The whole room sighed. Some people leaned back in their chairs, rolling their eyes. Others put their hands in front of their faces and shook their heads.

Slightly shocked, you looked at their reactions.

'Don't worry about it,' one of the guys said as he walked over to you and saw your face. 'They're not reacting to you, they're reacting to the boss,'

His comment was unnecessary but you simply nodded. He had a very soft and friendly face.

'My name is Im Jaebeom but everyone calls me Jay B,' he said sticking out his hand to you as he took the binder from you. You shook his hand and bowed slightly.

Jay B clicked his tongue as he flipped through the binder quickly. 'The boss hasn't been satisfied with our work lately. It's almost like...' he mumbled but he didn't finish his sentence.

'Like what?' you asked curiously, unable to help yourself. Jay B grimaced at you.

'Like he doesn't know what he wants,' he said shaking his head. 'But don't tell him I said that,' he added quickly. You gave him a slight smile to let him know you understood.

On your way over to the kitchen, you wondered what Jay B had meant by what he said. As a former avid Team Wang stan, you knew Jackson to be determined, and creative. He always knew what he wanted and exactly how he wanted it. It was strange to think that what Jay B had said, was true.

You pondered over it while filling up a can of water for your boss. He had seemed pretty sure of himself when he had rejected the designs and given them to you. Maybe Jay B was wrong and just didn't understand Jackson as you did.

You scoffed at yourself.

"Really Y/N?" You thought to yourself. "You really think you know Jackson better after stanning him for a few years? Better than his own employees?"

You clicked your tongue.

But then what if Jay B was right? What if Jackson was stuck in some sort of designer block?

It pained you to think this. Designing was Jackson's life and you could easily imagine how frustrating it would be for him if he was blocked. You didn't want this for him.

Deep in thought, you made your way back to your boss's office, the heavily filled water jug in your hand.

When you entered the room, Jackson was standing facing the window, his back towards you.

"Was he really unsure of himself?" you wondered as you walked up to him. Your eyes slid over his strong posture. His broad back and strong arms... You simply could not imagine a man like him being stuck like that. A flush of heat washed over your body and your heart instantly started to beat faster. The water jug suddenly seemed a lot heavier. You gripped it with your other hand, holding it close to you so you wouldn't drop it.

Jackson. Your boss was really Jackson. You were really approaching him right now, bringing him water.

Your mind was racing.

Suddenly, unexpectedly he turned around. His sharp movement startled you and the jug slipped from your fingers. Cold water flooded over your front and a second later the sound of shattering indicated the glass had hit the floor.

There was a moment of silence where Jackson simply looked at you, eyebrows raised, then,

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' you cried out quickly. You felt like your heart had stopped and your body had turned into ice. You quickly crouched down, scrambling to pick up the pieces of the shattered glass lying at his feet, still mumbling apologies.

How could you have been so stupid? Why were you this clumsy? How could you mess it up this quickly? You had barely been working for him for an hour and you had already shown him your incompetence. You were trying hard to hold back tears.

You couldn't look at him as Jackson slowly crouched down as well.

'Y/n,' he said softly but you couldn't hear him over your endless stream of apologies.

'Y/n!' he said louder now. Your body froze mid-pick up of a particularly large piece of glass. Your breathing was heavy as if you had just run a marathon.

'Y/n, relax, it's just water and it's just a jug,' he said simply. He tried to find your eyes as he looked at you. He could see the tears in your eyes that you refused to let out.

He felt weird. Why were you crying? Why were you panicking? He didn't understand. It was just a minor mistake that could happen to anyone, but you seemed to be distraught by it.

He stared at your wet eyes. You looked so pitiful and small like this and a part of him wanted to scoop you up and hold you close, press his lips onto your pouting ones.

The image of it flashed before his eyes in a millisecond and he quickly got up again and cleared his throat.

'Leave it. You might cut yourself,' he said shortly. He was surprised at his own fierce tone of voice. It took a second, but then slowly you got up too.

Your suit jacket and the white blouse underneath it were soaked, making the fabric see-through. For a moment Jackson's eyes darted over your body, stopping at your chest. Underneath the wet jacket and through the wet fabric of your blouse he could easily spot the pastel blue lace bra you were wearing.

He had to hold in a groan.

'Why don't you go dry yourself and calm down a bit?' He suggested quickly, tearing his eyes from your chest and quickly looking away. 'The ladies restroom has a blow-drier,'

'Yes, sir,' you said in a small voice. All this time you had been staring at your own shoes. You could not bear to face him. Maybe ever again.

With a body that still felt like ice and feet that seemed to be made of lead, you turned around and walked out of the door.

You were a disaster.

[kiestrokes]

MASTERLIST

「 ATEEZ 」

Sexual Styles Headcanons NSFW MTL Breed Kinks NSFW Caring for You: Chronic Illness Edition SFW As Cringy Pick-Up Lines NSFW Stoned Sex NSFW MTL Virgin Kink NSFW Fave Lingerie Colors NSFW

「 BTS 」

Drunk & Horny Headcanons NSFW BTS and their Secret Socials Headcanons SFW MTL Praise Kink NSFW

12 Lays of Kinkmas Masterlist SFW & NSFW

Will Scream for Soju SFW Featuring: Friend!Reader x OT7

Ditto ✧ Ditto Pt.2 SFW Featuring: Chef!Reader x Idol!Kim Seokjin

Keeping the Cadence NSFW Featuring: Fellow Military!Reader x Jung Hoseok

the layover NSFW Featuring: Escort!Reader x Idol!Kim Namjoon

Anti-Hero NSFW Featuring: Reader x Boyfriend!Kim Namjoon

Geonbae Pt.1 ✧ Geonbae Pt.2 NSFW Featuring: Reader x Fuckboy!Park Jimin ft. Kwon Soonyoung and OC!besties 🎧 the playlist 🖼️ the moodboard

Full Service NSFW Featuring: Noona!Reader x Idol!Jeon Jungguk

「 Seventeen 」

Autumnal This or That SFW Troop Seventeen: Badge Ceremony SFW

As Sex Workers NSFW

「 SHINee 」

Soft Kinks That Lead to Hard Hours NSFW

「 Stray Kids 」

MTL Aftercare Sandwich NSFW MTL House Husbands SFW SKZ in The Hunger Games NSFW SKZ Noona Kink NSFW Fave Lingerie Color NSFW

Eyes on Fire SFW Featuring: Werewolf!Han Jisung x Vampire!Lee Minho

astringe NSFW Featuring: Best Friend!Reader x Hwang Hyunjin

「 Multi 」

K-Pop Stan Q's (first edition) Idols as The Goonies SFW BTS, ATEEZ & SKZ in a John Hughes Film SFW Bias List as Millennial Cult Book Series SFW EXO-L x atiny SFW

「 Soft Hours 」 SFW

Recovering from a minor surgery… Featuring: Kim Seokjin of BTS. Song Mingi of ATEEZ. Lee Taeyong of NCT. Lim Jaebeom of GOT7.

the autumnal special Featuring: Christian Yu aka DPR Ian. Jeong Yunho of ATEEZ. Byun Baekhyun of EXO.

「 Hard Hours 」 NSFW

Touch Starved Featuring: Jung Wooyoung of ATEEZ. Kim Mingyu of SVT. Lee Minhyuck of BTOB.

Partner Won't Let You Sleep SFW & NSFW Featuring: Vampire!Park Sunghoon of ENHYPEN. Kim Seungmin of SKZ. Liu Yangyang of NCT. Lee Taemin of SHINee.

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