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bambikisss · 2 years

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XOX, Cupid { PART 1 }

JACKSON WANG X PERFORMER!READER

-> In which you and Jackson decide to show expose your relationship during a duet performance in head in the clouds with Jackson.

A/N: This will be a two-part imagine, your stage name is Cupid btw

SMUT WARNINGS: Unprotected sexy time, slight spit play, ass slapping (heh)

PART ONE - ONE DAY BEFORE HEAD IN THE CLOUDS

"Headling our Head In the Cloud's concert is Cupid!"

Social media buzzed when the 88 Rising's Twitter news came out. You had been on a slight hiatus due to an injury but you had just gotten the green light to perform again.

What better stage than this one?

You laid back on your bed as the positive comments flooded your screen as you scrolled, a smile coming onto your face. Your fans were always so loving and sometimes when you felt sad you would go on Instagram live just to talk to them.

Before you could click on a video posted by a fan of their reaction to the announcement, Jackson called to facetime you, making you jump and almost drop the phone.

He always seemed to scare you when he called you.

You accepted his facetime call, placing your hand on your heart as you yelled at him for scaring you, your boyfriend of 4 years laughing from the other side. "I'm sorry baby. Should I text you a warning everytime before I call you?" He asked, a smirk on his face as he watched you pout, rolling your eyes before smiling back at him. "I heard about you headlining Head in the Clouds. Congratulations baby." You placed the phone down onto the nightstand as you fell back against the bed again, sighing against the cold sheets. "I'm actually a bit nervous. I just want to perform well, you know? This is the first time I'll be seen performing since my injury." Even though you had only rolled your ankle, it seemed like everyone in the world thought that you had died. To make matters worst, you had then caught covid so your return was pushed back. You often wondered if the fans would still be as loud as when you had your last concert, or if they would be as happy to see you as you were to see them. It was all you could think about when you rehearsed or even just laid in your bed. Jackson would sometimes help, though, even though he was often someone far away from you. He'd facetime call you frequently and watch your dance rehearsals, providing pointers and feedback as if he was an audience member. You trusted him to tell you when your performance looked sloppy. He was your right-hand man- your lover.

Speaking of your lover, he was silent making you sit up, laughing softly as he had his eyes trained on your legs that were in perfect view of the camera. He had always had a thing for your legs, especially your thighs as you had a small pink heart tattoo on both of them that he loved to kiss and bite while he teased you. He thought you were a goddess that came down to earth just to drive him crazy. You cleared your throat, flipping yourself so you were facing him, your head resting on your hands as you raised an eyebrow to your man, who rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks heating up from being caught checking your legs out. "I was listening I swear," he promised, holding his hands up in defense. You laughed, telling him it was alright and that you loved it when he only looked at you. He mirrored you on his hotel bed, a smile on his lips as he admired you, the two of you just staring at one another in silence before you broke the comfortable silence as you remembered something. "My stylist sent over one of my performance outfits and I have to try it on. Do you wanna see?" His eyes lit up, ushering for you to go and quickly change into it. He was excited to not only see more of your beautiful body but to see you get excited when you put it on.

You ripped open the package marked with the number one, gasping as the soft pink outfit fell from the bag. You placed it onto the bed, forgetting Jackson was still on the phone with you as you stripped down to nothing but your underwear, giggling when you heard Jackson sigh dreamily from staring at your backside. You put the dress on, turning to face Jackson as you looked up into the mirror you had on your dresser near the bed, your eyes widening as you jumped up and down, giggling happily. When you asked for Jackson's input, he smiled before looking you up and down carefully again, making your cheeks feel hot under his gaze. "I love it but I'd wear some safety shorts with it if you have choreography in your first set." You nodded, shaking your hips as you watched the skirt move, understanding what he meant. "I mean, or you can just leave the dress for when I see you during the festival and we can put it to good use later that night." You raised an eyebrow as you met Jackson's gaze, his eyes trained on your legs. You knew there was no point in redirecting his eyes, your hands teasingly pulling up the sides of the skirt, Jackson's breath hitching as he watched more skin slowly get more exposed before his manager knocked on his bedroom door, halting you from moving up anymore making him groan. "I'll let you go deal with that, baby" you smiled, leaning down to blow a kiss to your boyfriend, making him roll his eyes before blowing a kiss back, waving as he said goodbye before ending the call.

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''Again''

You sighed as you retied your shoes, sighing as the hot California sun beat down on you and your dancer. You had been through all three sets and even had gone through all of the outfit changes but your performance manager thought it didn't look good enough. Besides Jackson's opinions, you trusted his as well. You stood up, sighing as you fixed your mic pack before walking back with your dancers to the performance starting point, breathing heavily. "Wait!" You turned to see Jackson running with a water bottle in his hand to you, making you smile. Your performance manager sighed as he called a water break, letting your dancers walk off to grab their own waters as you kissed Jackson's cheek as a thank you for saving you from dancing for the tenth time. He kept his arm around you as you drank, walking with you around the stage as he critiqued your past performances in the rehearsal, nodding along. "I do have one more critic about the outfits though," you turned to face him, Jackson's hands moving to your waist as he pulled you close, his lips moving to hover over your ear as he spoke. "That first pink looks too good for a performance." You raised an eyebrow, your hands resting on his shoulders as you asked what he meant, being met with a dark chuckle. "I wanna fuck you in that dress, baby." Your eyes widened as you stepped back to hit his chest, Jackson winking as he laughed, walking back with you to the main stage to meet with your dancers, his eyes staring at your body as you walked up to meet them. You handed him the water bottle, ushering him off the stage as your introduction music started back up, showing that rehearsals were back on.

You did make sure the last run-through to apply Jackson's comments, being met with a hug and kiss from him as soon as you got off of the stage, his hand dangerously close to your ass as he kissed your cheek, leading you back to your dressing room, which was down the hall from his. As you reached for your door to change, he stopped you. He would usually push you into the as soon as you clicked the door open to watch you change and maybe eat you out, but he had to do his own rehearsal so he held back. He held up a black card, handing it to you as he smiled at you, winking before he walked off with his dancers, leaving you not only confused but slightly horny as you were looking forward to being eaten due to the looks he gave you when he watched you perform and the way his voice had deepened. You looked down at the card, noticing it was a keycard holder with a small note on it. "I've taken the pleasure of booking our hotel room for us. The minute I come in that room, we're eating dinner, then I'm eating you out baby. Have fun while I'm gone and relax~"

You smiled as you gathered your things and went to the hotel, taking a shower and then changed into a robe. You had just sat down to do your makeup when he arrived. He smiled as he leaned down to kiss your cheek, groaning at the scent of the body wash you used. His hands moved up and down your arms as his lips moved down your cheek to your neck, his gaze moving to the mirror as he watched you throw your head back as he sucked and kissed on your sweet spot, his gaze darkening as he gripped your arms, your soft groan becoming music to his ears as he kissed back to your cheek, pulling himself away as he walked to grab his suit and underwear, winking at you as he made his way into the bathroom. You giggled softly, enjoying the lingering scent that Jackson left on the robe as you finished your hair and makeup, then changed into Jackson's favorite black dress, smiling as you put your robe back on. You finished putting the finishing touches on your look when Jackson emerged from the bathroom, his black suit making you want to rip it off of him and just let him have his way with you all night, but you held back. Jackson walked over to help the room service men bring in the dinner he ordered, tipping them extra to place a "do not disturb" sign on the door before closing the door. You stood up to go through the food items he ordered, turning when Jackson cleared his throat. He had connected his phone to the room's speaker and played some romantic music as he dimmed the lights slightly, his gaze moving over your body. You mirrored his smile, your eyes filled with love as he made his way over to you, his hand moving to cup your cheek, kissing you with so much love. No matter how much lust was in the room, he always made sure to show you how much he loved you. He would have you dress up at your shared home to just eat dinner with you or take you out to restaurants, reserving a private room so it would just be you two and shower you with gifts and roses. He would do little things too, like writing songs just for you, singing them to you whenever you felt sad, or just making breakfast for you before he left for the studio. It was his main goal to show you how much he loved you and in return, you gave him all of you.

"So, are you really going to enjoy our dinner in a bathrobe?" Jackson asked, kissing the bridge of your nose as you giggled, pushing him back slightly so he could watch you slowly remove the robe to show the dress. His eyes widened as he stared at the dress he had bought you and deemed it his favorite dress for you to wear, which you both only reserved for special nights.

"For my magic man," you smiled softly, Jackson holding your hand as he pulled you close, kissing you softly as his hands moved down your body slowly, his forehead moving to rest against yours. "For my Cupid."He whispered, his lips moving to kiss yours again as his hands made contact with your ass, moving to squeeze it in his hands as the kiss turned sloppy, Jackson and you obviously forgetting about the dinner that was hot and ready for the two of you. His lips moved down to kiss and bite along your neck as he picked you up, taking you over to the large bed, your back hitting the sheets as he left marks moving along your neck. You arched up to meet his chest, your hands moving into his hair as you licked your lips, gasping as he bit down on your neck, his name escaping your lips breathlessly. "Yes baby, say my name just like that." he groaned, biting down again as you breathlessly said his name, closing your eyes as he quickly pressed his lips against yours again, your tongues moving together. You both reached for each other's clothes, craving to touch one another as you both carelessly ripped off the clothing, tossing it to land on the floor as you both continued to moan and groan into each other's mouths. He bit your bottom lip, ushering you to move up to the headboard as he followed behind you. As your upper back rested against the headboard, Jackson's lips pounced back onto yours, much slower and loving this time as one of his hands moved to carefully separate your legs apart, his finger moving up and down your wet slit making Jackson groan and you sigh into the kiss. "Love my baby so much. Let's me do whatever I want to her because I love her." it sounded like he wasn't speaking to you, kissing down your body as his finger gathered your wetness. He was so drunk off of you, only having one thing on his mind in the moment. "Gonna make my baby cum so hard for me. Gonna make her feel so loved because I love her. Because she's my cupid. My baby," he groaned against your thigh, kissing your pink heart tattoo before bitting and licking slowly as he moved down your leg, placing your legs onto his shoulders as he laid down on his stomach, his tongue immediately diving into you. He groaned at your taste as he licked and sucked, your back arching as you moaned loudly, your hands moving to grab his hair, your hips trying to move against his tongue but his hand pressed you down, your lover moving faster as the lewd sounds of him licking your pussy filled the room. He looked up at you to meet your eyes, his free hand moving to gently grip your jaw to make you look down at him as he began to fuck you with his tongue, his grip on your cheek getting tighter if you tried to look away. He loved having you watch him when he did anything to your body, rutting his hips into the sheets as he watched every eye roll, every groan, every curse word leave your beautiful body.

"Fuck baby. Hold on," Jackson moved to switch the two of you, having you get onto his face as his hands gripped your hips to have you immediately ride and move against his tongue. You gripped the headboard as you moved with his instruction, tossing your head back and then forward as you met his eyes again. "Fuck baby, don't stop, please, so fuking close" you moaned incoherently, babbling as you felt yourself approach your much-wanted organism, Jackson moving faster as he told you to cum on him, his hands moving to slap and grip your ass, ushering you to cum all over his lips and bottom half of his face. You were glad your hotel room wasn't around anyone else as you screamed his name, your hips and legs shaking around his head as you came, your hands gripping his hair to keep him against you as you rode out your organism, whining as he picked you up, carefully laying you down against the pillows as he kissed around your body, waiting for you to calm down. You felt like you could fall asleep happy and satisfied until you saw Jackson rest both of his hands on the headboard above you, watching as your chest rose and fell, your eyes training to look first at the wet lower half of his face, then trailed down to look at his hard cock, which was covered in precum. Noticing that you've calmed down, he leaned down to connect your lips with his, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue, one hand moving to pump himself a few times before he angled himself to push into you, using your wetness to wet his dick.

"You taste that, princess? Guess who made this mess on my fucking face with her good fucking pussy?" he asked, not waiting for an answer as he pushed the tip in, smirking as you wiggled around, begging for him to move in you, only for him to press you down, keeping you still. "Guess who's going to make another mess on my fat dick? You are." He shook his head as he moved both hands back up to the headboard, looking down at you as he motioned for you to open your mouth, Jackson gathering spit in his mouth before spitting down into your mouth and then telling you to close your mouth. "Naughty girl."

He pushed in before you could say anything else, your back arching as he fully sheathed himself in you, groaning as you tightened around him. You dug your nails into his back as he moved his hips pounding into you, groaning as you moaned loudly, opening your legs more so he could move in deeper. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your nails digging down his back as the sound of your moans and the sound of him pounding into you filled the room. Jackson watched you as he rolled his hips, grabbing your breasts as he watched you become breathless, leaning down to lick and suck on the neglected nipple, switching to the other one as you moaned, one hand moving to his hair as he pulled out, flipping you over to have you move to your hands and knees. He came closer, his hand moving to put your hair into a ponytail, Jackson rubbing his dick up and down your slit before pushing back in roughly, Jackson throwing his head back as he groaned, kissing along your back as you moved your ass backward to meet his hips, your hands moving to grip the sheets as he looked down to watch, spitting onto your ass cheek before she slapped it. "There we go, baby. Ride my dick for my cum. Throw it back, baby." His hands gripped harder on your hair, your moans becoming louder as you leaned your body down so your ass was up, your eyes meeting Jackson's as you turned your head back to make eye contact with him, your face contouring as you felt your end rushing closer, Jackson reading your face as he pulled you up with your hair so your back met his chest, his hand moving to your throat as he licked and kissed your neck. "Cum, princess, cum all over my fat fucking dick so I can fill you up with mine,"he groaned into your ear, one of his hands sneaking down to play with your clit as you came, your nails digging into his lower back as you toss your head back, his lips moving to bite and suck on your more exposed neck. He held your limp body as he moved faster, letting your body fall forward to rest against the pillows as his hips moved faster, his eyes trained on your ass as he began mumbling to himself, obviously near his own organism as he groaned. "Gonna fill up my baby so good. Let me fill you up and show you how much I love you," he licked his lips, his hips studdering as he came, his hands coming into contact to smack and grip your ass.

He rest his hands on your ass, catching his breath as he looked down at you, kissing along your shoulders and down your back, massaging you as he ran his hands up and down your body, kissing your cheek. You rolled over as he pulled out, your arms wrapping around his neck as you brought him down for a kiss, running your hands through his hair as he calmed down, laying his body down next to yours. "How you feeling, baby?" you asked him, gigging as you flipped over to kiss his cheek repeatedly, Jackson smiling as his fingers moved up and down your spine. "Amazing. I missed that baby." he whispered, kissing you softly before he got out of the bed, moving to go grab a towel to clean you up, then handed you one of his shirts to put on as he put on his underwear. He held out his hand to her, leading you to the table as he uncovered the food, which thankfully wasn't too cold. He handed you the sushi as he went to heat up the rest of the food, you eating happily. He joined you soon after, holding your hand as he ate, smiling softly. "I'm excited to see you perform tomorrow. You actually go on after me, so I'll make sure to stand on standby to watch my cupid tear up the stage." You winked at him, Jackson moving his chair closer to yours as he took one of the sushi off your plate. "I just hope everything goes well tomorrow. This is my first time performing again." you felt some worry fill you up again as he rubbed your arm, offering some kind words. "I know it's scary but think about everyone who is ready to see you. Think of all of those fans who waited so long to see you perform and now they can," He kissed your hand as he pulled you close to his body, letting you rest on his shoulder. "If anything, think about me. I'll be cheering you on," he chuckled, kissing your forehead. You nodded as you relished in his body warmth, feeling all of the anxiety fade away.

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"We have a major problem!"

You turned around with your dancer, anxiety shooting through your body as your manager rushed over to you, Jackson following.

"Your duet partner that was supposed to sing with you during the third and final set isn't coming."

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kpopimaginings · 4 months

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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.

NAVIGATION | GOT7 MASTERLIST

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yiensaintlaurent · 1 year

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00 | the other side - mark tuan

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, smut, idol! got7, idol! reader

warnings: cursing, explicit sex, takes place in present time with minor flashbacks

summary: mark knew it was game over the minute he saw you. despite being apart from each other for so long, no amount of practice in front of the mirror would've prepared him for the way his heart dropped the moment he saw you walk in. he'd forgotten about the hold you had on him, you; the love of his life, the one that got away.

character preface

mark tuan :

male

age: 29

birthday: september 4, 1993

currently living in arcadia, la county, california, u.s.a

y/n:

female

age: 25

birthday: september 15, 1997

currently living in seoul, south korea

originally from new york city; part time in los angeles

all got7 member info is in present time.

let me know if i should post ch. 01 :)

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disclaimer:

slight or recurring mentions of other idols, groups, familiar names.

despite it taking place in present time, with real time events, this story the plot and scenarios are 100% made up

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melikeygot7 · 2 years

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DRABBLE FOR LIM JAEBEOM:

(NSFW below, minors please do not read, i am not responsible for your media consumption nor do i condone it.)

“Aish, so noisy this morning.”

If Jaebeom had whispered that in your ear twenty minutes ago you’d would’ve thought he was talking about the hammering, thunderous sound of rain hitting the roof above you and the glass panes of the window to the left of you. The rain often wakes the two of you up in the wet season if your alarms or the cats don’t first, and it’s a nice, oddly calming way to wake up.

But you know that he’s not talking about the rain at all, in fact, he’s talking about the noises your making.

The ones you’re making because of the way he shoves his hips into yours, his thick cock splitting you open over and over. He’s so hard, and rough and deep it’s hard not to make noise, in your defence. He’s got you face down in your shared bed, your cheek smushed to the soft cotton of his pillow and your cunt dripping onto his side of the bed, his breathy voice hot against your ear and neck.

“You’re gonna’ wake the neighbours baby,” he murmurs, followed by a deep, guttural moan when you clench down on him, “gonna’ get another noise complaint.”

You don’t care, how the fuck could you?

He’s pressing you down, your back to his chest, his arms wrapped under your chest and pinning your arms against yourself, his face pressed to your neck and fucking you so deep you could swear you feel him touching your teeth. He’s drunk on you, drooling onto you and half saying words before giving up on them to focus on you, but you know they, the neighbours who makes those complaints, will never understand how it feels to have him like this.

They’ll never understand how it feels to have him, pussy drunk and diamond hard inside of you, stretching you out and fucking you full, or how it feels to have him whining into your ear or kissing your lips when he comes because no one but you has ever, or will ever, know what it’s like to have him like this.

Because everything you like about fucking, the closeness, him, his girthy cock, the security, the dominance that’s so interwound with care and love, his voice in your ear and his heartbeat so close to touching yours, is happening in this moment, and all those other moments that have earned you other complaints. And it’s happening because he’s taken the time to learn you, to learn how to fuck you to make you loud enough to wake two floors of neighbours.

He’s taken the time, put in the effort and cares enough to make sure that every time you two fuck, it’s exactly, exactly, how you like it.

You’re grunting because of the force and depth, you’re crying out because of the stretch, you’re shuddering because he’s got a stray finger brushing your clit and you’re moaning because you fucking love him.

Because he deserves to hear those noises, to revel in your moans and screams and sobs and whines because he’s earned them, they’re because of him.

You turn your head, mouthing at his jaw and nose pressing to the short cropped hair right above and in front of his ear, your eyes closed, desperate to have him know that this? You? Everything you do, like doing his laundry, eating the food he cooks even if it’s something you’ve never had before, listening to hours of new/unreleased/half finished music so he can have your opinion, rubbing his back out before and after concerts and practices, and letting him hammer his cock inside and letting him fill you with searing ropes of come is all because you love him, truly and dearly, love him.

“Love you,” you try to say, but it comes out in harsh, breathy grunts and you pair it with squeezes around his throbbing dick, knowing he’s on the precipice of a mind melting orgasm by the way his whimpering and moaning your name and knowing even better, that he comes the hardest when you tell him how you feel, “feel so good, so thick Beommie, so full, love you so much Beommie’.”

“Oh baby,” he quietly cries out, voice so similar to when he reaches those high notes in his music, your cute pet name for him his favourite thing to hear when your voice is as breathless as it is right now, “fuckin’ love you, love this pussy, my pussy, oh god-“

He comes and comes, shaking and shuddering against your back and grunting and panting like a dog against your neck, high pitched whines and the slow but harsh grind of his hips against the plush flesh of your ass as he uses your soppy cunt to completion is not enough to get you over the edge too, but you’re happy to give him a few minutes before you roll him over to take what you deserve.

He’s murmuring against your skin and kissing over the side of your face he can get to, worshipping you in the best way he can as his limbs grow fuzzy and his brain melts. You let him kiss at your skin as he pulls out, feeling the swarm of warmth peel down your inner thighs and clit and eyes rolling closed at that sensation.

“My pretty girl,” he whispers against the back of your neck, trailing down the curve of your spine as his arms leave your chest and his hands find purchase against the fat of your ass, rolling and squeezing at your skin, “love my pretty girl, let’s me do whatever I want to her cause’ she loves me.”

You sigh, rolling your neck and arching your back when you feel his warm breath wash lower and lower down your back, a little grin spreading your lips when you realise not only what he’s about to do to you, but also because he knows why this is all happening.

Repayment for using your body however he likes is often repaid in an hour long session of him mouthing and sucking and licking at your come filled pussy until you pass out or cry if he hadn’t made you come during. And sometimes, you’d hold off on letting yourself come when he was inside of you just so you could feel his tongue lap out his own come out of your cunt.

And sometimes, he did it just because he could, because you’re his as much as he is yours and sometimes he did it purely because that was the end goal in the first place, and filling you with his come first was just an added bonus.

And you weren’t one to deny him that what he wanted to do to your body, it rarely, if ever, ended in disappointment on your end.

“Love you,” he whispers and kisses into the small of your back, resting his cheek on your back and drawing circles over the red patches of skin his hips left on yours with one hand and trailing the other down to swirl in the mess of come on the highest part of your inner thighs, “love my baby.”

The rains still pouring, still making noise even if you aren’t anymore and you suppose it’ll continue to hammer down when he gets his mouth on you in a few minutes but you watch the rain hit the glass of the window and listen to it plunder against your roof and sigh, because despite the rain being loud, you know there’ll be another noise notice on your door in the morning because you’ve been louder. But it’ll probably just join the other three in your recycling bin, and you’re pretty sure there’ll be another one joining it in a few days, and a few days after that one there’ll probably be another.

Your neighbours just don’t understand what it’s like to be in bed with Lim Jaebeom, and nobody but you ever will.

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onewmin · 10 months

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snow on the beach | jaebeom | knj | 18+

Parings: Lim Jaebeom x fem!reader x Kim Namjoon

Summary: You reminisce on the memories about the most important men in your life after being caught in between them, your feelings put at stake.

Warnings: AU, SMUT (do not engage in my works if you’re a minor), non-graphic description of sex, mentions of oral (f receiving), friends to friends with benefits to friends to lovers (?), mentions of cheating, profanity, the reader doesn’t know what she feels (very elena gilbert of hers), a very cheesy thing in the end (pls I’m a sucker for such stupid clichés) and a cliffhanger of course; typos, a slight of angst

Author’s note: hope you enjoy this… whatever this is lmao. Let me know what you think!!

Pics are taken from Pinterest, if you know their owners, pls let me know!!

Disclaimer: My works are not for minors to read. All the appearances of real people are taken for inspiration purposes only. I do not own anything, except for my writing.

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A summer breeze blew through your hair, hugging your shoulders with its warmth. There’s something about beaches, something that has always drawn you to this place. Is it the ocean, the small waves of which washed over your feet in the early hours of the days; is it the sand, that was always collected in your shoes after you walked around? You don’t really know, to be honest. You just know that you love being on the beach, whether it’s winter or summer, whether you’re alone of with someone else.

Five years ago, Jaebeom took you to the beach to teach you how to swim. Back then, you’d been friends for over a year, and shared the benefits for several months. The beach was secluded, isolated almost; so after his successful lessons, the two of you ended up making out on the sand. You remember sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around him, hands in his hair, tugging. You remember his grips on your waist, fingers putting hair behind your ears, slow kisses with sweet nothings whispered in between them. None of you had ever opened up to the other party of the mess, coming clear with the mutual feelings the two of you had developed. He never spoke of, and neither did you. You two just continued making love and acting like a couple until some months later you met Namjoon.

“Joon asked me to be his girlfriend”, you said to Jaebeom, when the two of you were smoking outside the bar.

“What did you answer?”

You shrugged your shoulders and threw the cigarette in the bin. “Figured I’d talk to you first”.

Jaebeom peered right through you, and then took the second cigarette from the pack. “No need to. He’s a great guy. You should go for it”.

Deep inside your head, you were hoping he’d snap, take your hand and pull you in his arms, whispering about you being his girl, like he did when you’d have sex. But he never did. And so the two of you were only friends again.

You grew to love Kim Namjoon quite quickly; he was always tender with you, gentle touches left on your cheeks whenever the two of you kissed. He fell for you first, having spent months dancing around you, trying to approach you the best way possible. He’d bring you flowers, take you on long bike rides and meet you after work. You’d go on simple dates, like movies or walks, but you were mesmerized by every little thing he did for you. However, Jaebeom wasn’t the bad guy in the story either: he was still you close friend. And prior to Namjoon, he had also done everything to make you fall for him.

But Jaebeom never acknowledged that. Namjoon did.

For your first anniversary the two of you rode your bikes to the beach to have a picnic, while watching the sunset. There were plenty of people there too, but you only saw Joon, and his ever glowing love reflected in him holding your hand and smiling brightly at everything you said.

And while the time was passing, Jaebeom had gotten in and out multiple relationships, you and Namjoon stood strong, facing every challenge together. Him and Jaebeom grew to be friends too, and you never touched upon you and him being an item before Joon. Because, no matter how friendly they’d been to each other, Kim Namjoon was overly possessive whenever he saw you and Jaebeom together.

Something seems off, he’d think to himself, judging you male best friend silently, but I can’t grasp what. You had to reassure him a thousand times that there was nothing between the two of you, — at least, not anymore — and he’d cool down, coming back to that sweet persona of his.

And the time has passed almost invisibly, marking your fifth anniversary as lovers and second one as an engaged couple. Things were going pretty great, horrendously sweet the two of you are, your friends would say.

Jaebeom, on the other hand, four months prior to your anniversary, had broken up with his long-term girlfriend — probably, the first one in years that he had very serious intentions about. He called you in the middle of the night, his speech slurring, for you to find him in the alley, drunkenly unconscious. Having carried him to your car, you heard him mumbling to himself, lying in the backseat, while you were driving him home.

“Jaebeom, you’re heavy son of a bitch”, you huffed, after putting him in his bed, and taking his clothes off. You didn’t feel the wave of embarrassment seeing him in his boxers only; you only felt a tsunami of irritation growing inside of you.

“Stay”, he grabbed your wrist when you had put the blanket over his body.

“Jaebeom, you know I can’t stay”, your annoyance turned into softness the moment you heard his weak voice.

“I can’t sleep without you”, he looked you right in the eyes, “I think… I think about you a-all the time”, he stuttered.

“Oh god, you’re too drunk”, you replied and released yourself from his grip. He was obviously imagining his ex-girlfriend brought him home. That’s what you kept on telling yourself even when you heard him murmur your name when leaving.

The two of you never spoke of that. Not until two months ago.

Your friends would tell you about the most bizarre experiences of them finding out their partners were cheating: catching them red-handed was the most outdated one. Nevertheless, no matter how ‘boring’ it was, that what happened to you. Namjoon and the girl from his work, in your bed, in the bed the two of you have shared for the past three years.

“It’s not what you think!” Followed you as you flew out of the apartment, only to jump in your car and drive, drive, drive until you couldn’t feel your hands, which were gripping the wheel tightly. You stopped near the beach.

Sitting on the sand, you shivered from the cold spring wind as a harbinger of the heavy rain that followed shortly after you arrived. The raindrops fell on the water, creating ripples on its surface; and you didn’t know what really soaked the sand — the rain or your tears.

Soaked to the core, you tried to warm yourself in the car, bone-shaking sobs ripping your heart apart with every breath you took. You stayed in the car, in the parking lot of the supermarket outside the city, and fell asleep in the driver’s seat, head resting on your hands on the steering wheel.

You drove to Jaebeom’s house in the morning, just to cry more, being safe in his arms. He made you stay in his house even for longer, as you felt sick the next day, your beach experience being the fault. Namjoon was banned from visiting.

“She doesn’t want to see you”, you woke up to hear the words coming from the hall of Jaebeom’s house.

“Is that what she said?” You knew Namjoon’s voice all too well not to recognize him. “Or this are your words?”

“Both”.

“She’s my fiancée, not yours, Jaebeom”.

“Is she still?” Jaebeom chuckled. “Don’t remember her being ecstatic about your wedding since she caught you fucking someone else”.

1:0, Jaebeom won that round. Namjoon left but kept on bombarding your phone, texting and calling all the time. What could he possibly tell you? That it was a mistake? That him sleeping with his colleague was… What? What possible excuse could he ever given to make you forgive what he had done?

The anger has turned into resentment; you could no longer think of Namjoon without feeling sick to your stomach. Your engagement ring was in your bag, a lingering memory of the moments you were the happiest.

“Have you ever thought about it?” You and Jaebeom were sitting on the couch, watching TV in his house. You’ve just gotten better, but he insisted you stayed a little bit longer. You didn’t mind.

“About what?”

“About…” He hummed. “About us”.

“Us?”

He took a deep breath. “Like, if we… If you and me… Shit”. He ran his hand through the hair. “If I, uh…”. Jaebeom stopped for a moment again. “If I asked you to be my girlfriend back then, would you be mine?”

Gawking at him, you opened and closed your mouth, being unable to produce a sound or a thought. Just like that? Five years have passed!

“What are you… What are you talking about?” Your words came out as a whisper.

He moved closer to you, having taken your hands in his. “I-I just… I just want to know”. His brown eyes scanned you, pupils dilating every time his gaze stopped at your lips.

“It’s been too long for me to even remember-“

“I couldn’t forget”. His words firm, unlike the soft caressing of your hands by his fingers. “Because no matter how much time passed, I find myself still… Still drawn to you”. Your chest suddenly was heavy and the heartbeat was the only sound you could hear. “Don’t you ever think of… us?”

Your verbal answer came out as silence, but you quickly found yourself pulling him in for a kiss. Starting slowly, it escalated into a heavy one, tongues sloppily meeting in between moans. You never dreamt to be in his arms ever again, nevertheless, you were.

The couch was no longer enough as the two of you crawled to his bed, entangled in the sheets. His touches were the same, same as you remembered them: simply perfect for you. His head buried between your thighs, exploring your most sensitive spot once again, even more skillfully and satisfyingly this time.

And as you were riding him, head thrown back, both of you lost in pleasure, your personal Edem inside his bedroom. The way he tugged on your hair, gently and tenderly, when talking you from behind, open-mouthed kisses left on your back and shoulders. Every year spent suppressing your desire for each other turned into an erupting volcano; and there was no possibility to stop the disaster from happening.

You regretted it in the morning. You regretted it until Jaebeom woke up and grinned at you, lips touching your forehead in a soothing kiss, as if he’d felt the pain you were feeling. The said pain was relieved by the kiss, and then by another, turned into making out, turned into him slowly thrusting into you. For several hours you couldn’t even remember Namjoon’s name — as if the mere touch of Jaebeom’s erased your fiancé from your head.

However, not from your heart. No matter how good it was, no matter the suppressed feelings for Jaebeom coming back, you still had feelings for Namjoon as well. Torn apart, you were unable to leave Jaebeom, ‘cause doing it felt like leaving him forever. It seemed if you stepped out of his house, you’d lose him forever. But if you stayed? If you stayed, wouldn’t you lose Namjoon?

Did he think about that when cheating on you?

So you drove to the beach instead. Summer is in its full bloom, people walking around, swimming, laughing. Not many of them, but enough for you not to feel lonely. And as the weather seems perfect, you close your eyes to trust your faith to the only place you ever felt safe at.

“If it snows today, now, on the beach”, you speak to the ocean through your thoughts, eyes squeezed, “I’ll drive home to the man I love”. As if you knew. As if you had a clear vision of your future. As if you one whom to love.

And as you stand there, eyes still closed, several minutes pass. When you hear people’s voices suddenly getting louder, you lift your head to look at the sky. Opal colored just five minutes ago, now it was grey, clouds covering the sun.

Could it really snow on the beach in the middle of the summer?

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nichoswag · 2 years

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Hey there I have some got7 scenarios/reactions that I'd love to see you do... How would they approach someone they are interested in at a house party?

hey anon! i decided to use the term crush in place of 'someone they're interested in,' i hope that's okay. i actually like this scenario a lot but i wasn't completely sure what to write, so here's my attempt 👀 also sorry for the wait, i was stumped so it did take me a bit to be creative and complete the request :3 enjoy!

how got7 would approach their crush at a party

warnings: cursing, fighting (in jayb's), flirting, terrible pickup lines (jackson 👀), not proofread bcs i'm tired af

jayb

jaebeom probably wouldn't even approach you - he'd be subtly watching bcs he just adores you sm. subtle until he notices a guy getting too close and you seeming uncomfortable. he makes his way to you and pulls the whole "babe, is this guy bothering you?" and you play along until the guy grows frustrated and calls you names, which is when jb throws hands (fists). after he defends you and leaves the guy slumped on the ground, you're actually the one who asks for his number.

mark

mark would probably be really straight forward. sumn like "hey, you're cute, could i get your number?" but in the least creepy way possible. you can't help but say yes - he's so fcking cute omg and he texts you as soon as he gets home from the party to make sure you get home safely

jackson

jackson would be so extra ong. he'd slide in with the horribly tacky pickup lines but it still gives you butterflies. something like "hey, what's your name?" "y/n, why?" "oh, i could've sworn it was mine." so cheesy but so fcking cute bcs its jackson anywhores y'all exchange numbers after flirting a bit and that's how it goes down :D

jinyoung

jinyoung would definitely be the most smooth - you couldn't even tell if he's nervous (he is). he approaches you with a slight smile to appear friendly (rbf fr) and sits next to you and your friend on the sofa. he attempts to make small talk and by the end of the night, you both share a few drinks and exchange numbers.

youngjae

youngjae seems like a pretty shy person irl esp around people he doesn't really know so he'd have to be comfortable with you to approach you - and you have to be alone bcs he's afraid of messing up around you, much less your friends or other strangers 🥺 he'd probably ask for your number so you could plan a hangout at some point (not a date, he wouldn't be that straightforward)

bambam

i take back what i said about jinyoung - bam is def the most smooth with all that flirting he does, and that's definitely what he does with you. mans waltzes right up to you and starts flirting (so extra pls) he'd def ask for your number and plan out a date on the spot 😩

yugyeom

bb would prob try to act so confident but be vv nervous :3 mans does not have enough experience with dating despite his constant flirting smh... probably stutters a bit but ultimately plays it cool. you end up giving him your number bcs he's just so cute!!

#got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 reactions #got7 smut #got7 imagines #jaebum #jaebeom #im jaeboem #jb #jayb #mark tuan #jackson wang #park jinyoung #jinyoung #youngjae #choi youngjae #bambam #yugyeom #kim yugyeom

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kgyeomiex · 4 months

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Distraction (M)

“I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking towards me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”

JYP has announced a new girl group in the company and you happened to be one of the members. The moment you signed in, that was the moment you were hoping to just focus on music and your career, but something gets in the way. A massive love triangle is what causes a bumpy road for you and your future.

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 //

Part 9 is here~

Masterlist

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Regardless of what you say, you will always get distracted by these boys. Jaebum and Mark tend to show up out of nowhere when you try your hardest to focus on your music...

A normal person would stand by their group and show their devotion and full attention to the music however in your case it’s different...

“Y/N, I was hoping I would bump into you,” Mark says, smiling right at you.

Right now, your brain was telling you to get away and focus on the big day but for some reason, your feet weren't moving.

“M-mark, what’s up?” Why did you just stutter... Great not only is your body ignoring your command, but now you can’t even speak to the boy.

“I don’t know if you’re busy, but I was wondering if you maybe wanted to get lunch with me... Just me,” Mark wanted to go eat with you? How on earth can you say no to that?

Even though you knew you should reject his kind gesture you just spoke without really thinking about your answer.

“Sure,” as soon as you said that you realized what you said, and you tried your hardest to smile instead of showing your shocked face.

Shit...

“Perfect... I just need to return this to Yugyeom but if you’d like you can meet me in the front,” Mark suggests, and instead of saying anything you nodded your head and continued to smile.

Okay clearly speaking wasn’t helping you out... Instead, it was making things more complicated for you.

“Great, I’ll see you soon,” Mark smiles and takes off.

Instead of even moving you stood there frozen trying to figure out what your plan was... Just a second ago you were talking about devoting all your attention to your career and not on boys. Crazy how your mindset was so quick to change...

Okay... Look at the situation this way. Mark and you were probably just going to eat and then from there split off in your directions.

Hopefully after spending some time with Mark, you can then focus on your music and less on boys....

Yeah... That sounds like a good idea. Will it work? To be honest I have no idea, but a girl can hope and dream.

“Jackson did what?” You couldn't help but laugh as Mark was trying to explain how Jackson ended up kissing Jaebum on the lips.

“It was by accident though... Just know that in interviews they will make you do unexpected things like where you have to pass papers around to other members by only using your lips...” You’ve always seen other idols do that and to be honest you always wanted to try it but at the same time no...

“Have you had an incident where you accidentally kissed one of your members?” You asked Mark as you reached in for your drink. He silently thought to himself and then looked at you.

“Okay maybe once or twice... But the whole purpose of the game is to prevent the paper from falling... The paper that these people write is horrible material and always ends up falling at the end,” you smiled, and then a question popped into your head.

“So, Mark tells me, who’s a better kisser?” You asked Mark teasing him and he laughed.

“It’s not like that,” the two of you suddenly began to laugh.

“Even if I did accidentally kiss one of the boys, I didn’t enjoy any of them,” Mark defended himself and you just smiled.

“Sure...”

Sitting in front of Mark and having lunch with him wasn’t bad. The two of you were just spending time with one another and laughing, you know what friends do.

“Hey Y/N... I know this is random, but I have a question,” Mark says, and before you could answer you grabbed a napkin and wiped your mouth before replying.

“What’s up?” You asked as soon as you finished chewing.

“I know I probably shouldn't ask a question like this, but I can’t help but be curious...” At first, you were confused. What kind of question was Mark planning to ask you but then you had an idea... It’s probably going to involve what happened back at the studio when you were being put on the spot in front of everyone.

“Ask away,” you had an idea of what this question was going to be, and even though you weren’t ready to answer you had to face it eventually.

“Do Jaebum and you possibly have a secret relationship?” Mark asks, looking directly at you.

Well, that was straightforward... There is nothing to hide because Jaebum and you aren’t even dating or anything. When you told the boys back at the studio that you don’t have a relationship with Jaebum or Mark you were serious about it.

The answer would be beyond different if the boys were to ask what your feelings towards them but since they didn’t you are fine.

“No Jaebum and I are just friends,” you said as you looked into Mark’s eyes, so he knew you were telling the truth.

“That’s good to hear,” you were about to ask him why but then suddenly a memory replayed in your head...

For a second you almost forgot that Mark confessed he liked you... You looked down at your plate of food and tried your hardest to contain your smile.

Eventually, silence appeared and the two of you were now sitting there eating not saying a single word to one another...

So were you two planning to stay quiet now...

“M-”

“Y-”

The both of you stopped talking and just smiled.

Things were starting to become complicated... After talking to Sana and hearing her advice you looked at Mark and then back at your food. You came to JYP to live your dreams, not look for boys...

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You remember reading an article where DAY6 had 6 members in the beginning, but someone was kicked out after JYP found out he had a girlfriend.

If you continue to allow your feelings to get in the way you will get kicked out of the company before you can live your dreams.

“What do your plans consist of tomorrow?” Marks asks and you suddenly begin to move your food around not wanting to eat.

“Um well, tomorrow we will have our debut showcase. Then we have photoshoots and interviews so tomorrow will be a very busy day.” In the past couple of days, you have had a chance to spend time with the boys which led you to catch feelings for them... But after today you were going to be busy.

Maybe being busy was going to be a good thing. You weren’t going to have the urge to want to spend time with Jaebum and Mark... Maybe you’ll even get over this crush of yours.

“So will I not be able to see you?” Mark suddenly asks and at that moment the both of you make eye contact.

“I’m not sure....”

Comments like this made it hard to forget why you liked him.

“Well... I enjoyed this lunch, but I think it’s time for me to head back and practice until my feet fall off,” you said dramatically, and Mark smiled.

“Don’t overwork yourself, you do have a busy day head,”

You got up from your seat, grabbed your tray, and left while you could...

Comments like this make it hard for you to just “forget” you have a crush on Mark. He was sweet and considerate.

But sometimes you must sacrifice something for something else... When you look at things it's either you choose your dreams or some boy...

Dance practice was going well; however, you would be lying if you were to say you were distracted even if it was the slightest. What was worse about all of this was that you couldn’t talk to your members about it.

You were trying everything you could to ignore your thinking about Mark and focus on what was important... Tomorrow and your busy schedule.

“Okay everyone let’s take 5,” your leader says as she tries to catch her breath.

You all agreed. You walked over to a wall and instantly sat down.

“Y/N!” You looked over and noticed your bandmate Daeun sitting beside you.

“You know although we live together and practice, I feel like I haven’t spoken to you in forever,” it was true but so much has been going on. . .

“I know. But I mean with this debut coming up we’ve all been tired and busy,” you said, and she nodded her head.

She grabs her water bottle and looks at you.

“I know it’s none of my business but lately I noticed you’ve been looking pretty distracted, is everything alright?” You looked at her and began to contemplate with yourself.

Should you open up to Daeun about your situation or keep it to yourself?

You didn’t mean to keep secrets to any of your bandmates, but to be fair you weren’t close to them. Also, this included something that could involve a scandal if you don’t play your cards right and this can affect everyone.

You wouldn’t know how Daeun would feel if you told her about both Mark and Jaebum and how you may like them. . .

“I have been distracted, but it’s nothing concerning. . . Just worried about failing and disappointing everyone around me,” you decided to keep it vague and simple with your explanation.

“Well, girl you have nothing to worry about. Honestly, one thing I always tell myself and I will share with you is that there is no need to stress about the small things. Life has a way of figuring things out, everything happens for a reason.” Daeun says and you nod your head.

“But what if. . .You know something you want to do can affect others around you . . .”

After blurting that out, Daeun looked slightly concerned but instead of asking me what was up, she shrugged.

“Well, only you know what’s best for you. Sometimes you must be selfish and take the risk to make yourself happy before others.” You were surprised to hear advice like this from Daeun, but she was right.

Min-Seo suddenly called everyone back up and we continued to practice. . . After speaking to Daeun, you felt a little less distracted. . .

Everything happens for a reason, right?

You weren’t expecting any of this to take place. You were stuck in a weird position.

When you auditioned to become an idol and even got ACCEPTED you were so happy words could not describe the feeling you felt. You felt speechless, you felt like this was either a mistake or they were probably confusing you with someone else or you felt like you were dreaming...

You remember before your auditions you slept so little to make sure that your routine for your audition went well.

Now here you are about to debut but now you are distracting yourself.

Instead, you are here suddenly getting swayed by boys in this company.

It wouldn’t be much of an issue if JYP didn’t have the dating ban... But if you want to continue being an idol you have to literally push off your feelings and maybe even stop talking to them.

You have worked way too hard to get where you are now. On top of that, you began to recall all the stressful moments you had to endure while training. The harsh criticism you would receive, the whiplash attitude your coaches would give, and the overwhelming feeling you had to deal with...

Honestly, training was probably one of the hardest times you have ever experienced. Back in the dorm, you remember calling your mom and breaking down. You remember the number of times you considered quitting and going to a new root, but you didn’t allow yourself to quit.

Instead, you put on your big girl pants and knew you were going to debut sooner or later.

You worked too hard to suddenly throw all of this away.

Usually, dilemmas like this were a no-brainer but as you began to think.... What if you never feel this way with anyone else you ever meet?

You knew that this was probably just an excuse to avoid letting go of the person you were starting to like...

Were you really going to throw away something you worked so hard for over a guy?

Thinking of Mark was not helping... And weirdly enough you caught yourself even thinking about Jaebum.

You got back on your feet and shook your head.

Now it’s time to focus on what’s important.

After rehearsing the rest of the members were ready to call it a night to head back to the dorm and relax before the big day. However, due to all the distractions you have been experiencing, you decided to stay back to rehearse for an hour or two to make sure you got everything set for tomorrow.

After practicing the main track dance, you felt yourself out of breath. You sat on the floor and looked at yourself in the mirror.

“You got this!” you told yourself trying to tell yourself words of encouragement.

You can’t keep distracting yourself with the thought of these beautiful men. You worked way too hard to be where you are now... How are you going to let that escape through your fingers with just one minor mistake?

You got up and you heard your phone make a noise.

You walked over to your phone and picked it up.

To be honest you were expecting it to be one of your members telling you to head home and rest up for the big day but no...

The person who was texting you at 11 pm was Jaebum.

I heard you were still in the company, so I decided to come by and take you home :)

This text brought mixed feelings. One side of you was happy to receive a text from one of the boys themselves because, to be honest, you enjoyed having a conversation with them. HOWEVER, this is the type of distraction you were trying to avoid.

You brushed your fingers through your hair removing the hair from your face and took a deep breath.

Okay. . . What if you agree for Jaebum to walk you back to the dorm for one last time? That way once you debut you can forget about your friendship with the boys and look at the bigger picture. YEAH!

You texted Jaebum agreeing to his gesture and then put our phone to the side.

Let’s just practice one more time before you call it quits.

As you were dancing the last chorus you suddenly noticed a shadow creeping up by the dance studio door. You were going to stop to look back, but you couldn’t afford distraction. You assumed it was Jaebum so instead of looking back you continued to dance and lip sync not trying to miss a beat.

As you were on the floor doing a dance move, you noticed Jaebum walking in and then looked away looking at yourself in the mirror instead.

FOCUS.

Look at the bigger picture.

You continued to perform as if you were standing on stage in front of a big crowd, but you were tempted to look over and look at Jaebum.

Fortunately, the song was coming to an end.

As you were finishing the last set of dance moves, you posed as the music came to an end and you could hear Jaebum cheering.

You looked over and smiled.

You wanted to say something, but you needed to catch your breath.

Jaebum noticed how tired you were after that last dance, and he noticed your water bottle close by the dance studio window. He grabbed the water bottle, walked over to you and you looked at him.

“Thank you,” you grabbed onto the water bottle and then took a sip before you continued to talk to Jaebum.

After taking a sip, you looked at him.

“What brings you to the studio, shouldn’t you be home?” You asked him and he shrugged.

“We finished early with recordings, and I was told that you were still in the dance studio so I came to make an appearance.” you couldn’t lie you felt your heart warm up a little at the thought of Jaebum staying here to see you.

No.... You don’t like him. . . You think.

As you walked over to your bag you said “You didn’t have to stay, you could have gone home and rested. I’m sure you had a busy day,”

Jaebum shrugged and smiled.

“Waiting for you was no problem. . . I was hoping I had a chance to see you today,” as those words came out of Jaebum's mouth you looked over at him and couldn’t help but smile.

Comments like this are not helping whatsoever.

Sometimes you get curious and wonder if Jaebum was interested in you as a woman but then again maybe it’s better if you don’t know the answer to that.

Your brain and your feelings are in a complete battle. What the hell are you supposed to do?

You realized you were so lost in your thoughts you haven’t responded to Jaebum.

“Ah so you just wanted me to bug you more, well your wish is my command,” you teased Jaebum, and he laughed.

You couldn’t risk being flirtatious with Jaebum. You don’t know what kind of outcome comes with and right about now you didn’t want to put yourself in any kind of predicament. Now that you were trying your hardest to stay on the right path you knew you just had to friend-zone the man.

“What can I say, life becomes a little bit more exciting when I am with you,” Jaebum blurts out, and after hearing that you instantly avoid eye contact.

Oh no... He is making it harder and harder to not like.

“Sometimes I wonder if becoming an idol is worth all this trouble,” you confessed to Jaebum as you two strolled along the street side by side.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean the restriction we have when becoming an idol. We have to put up this facade to keep fans happy. We have to give them this illusion that we are perfect and happy all the time when in reality we are human like the rest of them. . .” You weren’t even an idol yet, but you already started to feel like the fame life was going to be harder than most people realize.

Right now, you seemed conflicted just because tomorrow was the big day. Although you haven’t been friends with Jaebum and Mark for that long, it’s felt like so much has been going on and you haven’t been keeping your eyes on the prize.

“I know what you mean, I think it’s normal for anyone to have that kind of thought. But in the end, you always think and look at the bigger picture. What do you want?”Jaebum asks you and you look at him.

“I really want to make sure tomorrow is a complete success. I didn’t go through blood sweat and tears getting criticized left and right just not to debut at the end. You know?”After getting advice from different people, you suddenly decided to make a decision.

It was now time to put your foot down. Although the past couple of days you have enjoyed the presence of both Jaebum and Mark, you knew it had to come to an end.

Well, you didn’t have to cut them off completely, but boundaries had to be made and you knew that you had to avoid ever letting things get deeper for example your feelings for each of them.

Bzzz

You opened your eyes, and you looked up at the ceiling.

For some reason, it felt like you didn’t sleep at all. The moment you got home you had a hard time falling asleep. You were so nervous yet excited about your showcase today. . .

The day had officially arrived. You were finally going to debut and make a name for yourself.

You sat up and felt a mix of emotions.

Today is going to be a good day. You weren’t going to let anything get in your way.

Just as you were planning to get up from the bed you suddenly heard a knock on the door. Min-See opens the door and peeks her head through the door.

“Y/N are you awake?” she must have heard your alarm but hasn’t seen you step out of your room.

“I’m awake,” you told her, and she smiled.

You could see how worried she appeared to be. You couldn’t blame her; the feeling was mutual. Although to be fair you all should be confident for today’s showcase, especially with the amount of practice you guys had.

Day’s like today you couldn’t afford any kind of distraction. You walked over to your mirror and took one look at yourself. Right about now it was time for a pep talk.

Today is the big day. After all the rejections, all the struggles, and all of the hard work you put in, today was the day you were going to finally show what you have been working hard on. Today was the day you could finally show your mom that all those tears you shed during the process were worth it at the end of the day.

However, it seemed like in the back of your head you had a slight fear appearing making you think about the what if. What if your debut isn’t as successful as you were hoping? What if people don’t find interest in your group? What if this love triangle you seem to be in becomes far harder than it has been?

You could feel your mind filled with so many different thoughts, but you were trying your hardest to keep yourself together. This is fear talking.

Today was a big day for your group and you and you weren’t going to let anyone take that away from you.

As you were in the dressing room getting your makeup done, you were thinking about the lyrics to your own song and the choreography over and over. Today was the day you couldn’t afford any kind of mistake.

The makeup artist instructs you to close your eyes and begins to apply eyeshadow. Suddenly you hear the door open and the staff in your room saying hello to whoever came through the doors. Without thinking twice, you opened your eyes and there you see Mark walking in with a basket in his hand.

Seeing Mark gave you mixed feelings. One side of you was happy to see the fact that Mark cleared his busy schedule just to come down here and wish you luck. . . Like, let’s be honest what kind of guy does that? And then the other side of you isn’t very happy to see Mark just because you knew he could be a big distraction... Can you see the dilemma?

“Mark?” Your makeup artist pulled away from doing your makeup and smiled.

“I’ll give you a few minutes to talk to your friend,”

You thanked your makeup artist and then continued to look at Mark.

“Surprise,” he says as he approaches you with the basket in his hand.

“Surprise is right. . . What brings you down here?” You asked him and just as Mark was about to speak up, he was cut off when someone else walked through the door.

Another person you weren’t expecting to see was right there in front of you. Of course... Jaebum also made an appearance.

What the hell do you do now?

To Be Continued...

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cloudykaii · 2 years

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Two ideas involving got7 8th. One, maybe something like 8th gets pretty sick and is taken care of by the other members. It's cliche but I have a massive soft spot for that kind of stuff. And also, just something talking about got7's dynamic with her members. It'd be interesting to read about.

Yugyeom was the most worried, believe it or not. The others told him that it was just a small cold. A little cough and you were fine, but he just had a bad feeling about it all. They all had someone- a family or at least friends that were kind of close by, but all you had was them, and he didn’t like the idea of you having to fend for yourself while they hung out.

His instincts turned out to be proven right when he was flipping channels and got a call from the hospital. He had no idea that he was even on your list as an emergency contact, but it was a good thing he was. The first thing he did was rush there, calling the others. Due to restrictions, they couldn’t all rush to the hospital, so the others all settled for setting up your place for someone to stay with you for a while.

“I told you, I’m fine!” you could be heard grumbling as you opened your front door. Jackson almost laughed as he heard the little argument you were having. The sight of them all in your living room only made you huff. “This is so dramatic, I’m fine.”

“You told us you were fine before and then had a fever so high you passed out and laid there until your neighbor got worried you weren’t answering her calls and called an ambulance,” Mark deadpanned.

Jinyoung nodded. “Forgive us for just wanting to make sure you’re alright, we know that makes us the worst kind of criminal and hope you’ll find it in your heart somewhere to forgive us,” he smarted off as he grabbed your hand to help you sit down. You looked pale and absolutely worn out, but thankfully they all knew your diagnosis and could help.

You wanted to argue some more but all the exertion was making the sight of them swim in front of you so you just nodded and let your body slump into the chair. “Fine.”

BamBam moved to check your temp again before holding out your prescribed medication and a glass of water. “Don’t give me that look, that pout only works on Jackson and Mark,” he raised an eyebrow. “You’re not getting out of this, now take them.” They all just cared and wanted to make sure you were alright. They love you, even if every step reminded them of trying to take care of a sick child..

#got7 #aimee grace writes #got7 baby blurbs #got7 8th member #jackson wang #park jinyoung #kim yugyeom #choi youngjae #mark tuan #im jaebum #his girlfriend is so pretty wtf #bambam #got7 x reader #got7 imagine

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jjinnies · 2 years

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eyebrow piercing | jaebum im (M).

© jjinnies (2022). please do not plagiarise/copy without permission <3! this work of fiction contains mature themes (descriptive smut), minors DNI <3! female reader perspective, still trying to figure out better inclusion of all readers <3!

smut, please do not interact if you are a minor. sex with consent, penetration, y/n is on the pill, turns soft and fluffy towards the end <3.

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your boyfriend was a man of many surprises.

but what you had never expected in a million years was to one day open the front door to find him sporting a rather impulsive - but attractive - eyebrow piercing.

your initial reaction was anything but smooth, gaping like a fish out of water. and seeing you react this way boosted jaebum’s confidence. it made him feel oddly proud, seeing that he could still manage to fluster you after 3 years of a very strong and loving relationship.

but as time went by, hours, days - and eventually one whole week - jaebum noticed that your shock still remained. he would catch you eyeing the piercing subtly, sometimes fixated on the thing. and for the first time since the beginning of your relationship, your cheeks seemed to redden if your boyfriend tried to make eye contact with you, or initiate any form of affection. like he was too intimidating now, or that he looked absolutely ridiculous.

surely, you would have said something by now if it looked horrible? if it was like a pimple just waiting to be popped and poofed off?

and there was no time better than asking you after you got into bed.

running your hands through his jet black hair, you smiled as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer so he could rest his head against your chest. your fingers twisted through his wavy locks, massaging his scalp lightly as you peered down towards his eyes, just to sneak a glance at the small silver accessory that adorned your boyfriend’s right eyebrow.

slowly, your thumb ran over the metal. it almost made you shiver, and you were beginning to find yourself getting lost in the honestly lewd thoughts that you conjured up the day jaebum had come home looking hotter than ever. you didn’t even think it was possible to look this fine.

then, jaebum’s hand found yours and kissed your knuckles softly.

“do you hate it?”

at first, you barely registered his question. humming softly, you leant over to kiss his forehead, replaying the words over in your mind until you sat up and gasped.

“baby! why would you even think that?”

“because you’re avoiding me ever since i got this metal thing on.”

jaebum sat up with you, pulling you closer to him until you found yourself in his lap, his chin resting atop your head.

“it’s okay to not like it, you know? i can get it off as easily as i pierced it on.”

but you were quick to push him back at arm’s length. cupping his cheeks firmly, you bit the inside of your own cheek, suddenly a little shy and extremely embarrassed at the confession you’d have to make to your confused boyfriend.

and as he waited expectantly for your answer, you huffed, grabbing his hands and placing them on your waist before hugging his neck.

then, you spoke.

“i’ve never been more fucking attracted to you, from all the hairstyles and piercings and tattoos and everything you’ve ever gotten. it’s been driving me crazy, seeing you look so-”

your words were cut off as jaebum pressed his lips against yours, a sigh of relief tumbling out of him as you cupped his cheeks to kiss him back. what started off tender soon became more passionate, until his hand wrapped around the base of your neck gently, pulling you closer until he bit down on your bottom lip to tug at the flesh.

he then pulled away.

“we could have been doing this ages ago if you had been a good girl and told me, darling.”

this time, you were the one to pull him closer, hooking a finger to his necklace as you tugged softly. you moved towards his lap again, straddling him as his hands slipped up your shirt to rub the bare skin of your waist.

he was right, you should have been quicker with your compliments, realising that your flustered self could easily be mistaken for disdain towards his new accessory.

“is it too late to tell you how unbelievably hot that piercing looks on you?”

at your words, your boyfriend’s eyes twinkled amusedly, peppering kisses up your neck before returning to face you as he connected your foreheads. his hands found your hips, rubbing them softly as he hummed.

“you’re lucky you’re cute.”

at his words, you giggled, but it was soon replaced by a moan when he gripped your ass in his hands, massaging the soft flesh. your fingers tangled in his hair as a response, and he used his hold to begin a steady rhythm of you grinding against his thigh.

and just when you thought he couldn’t tease you enough, he dipped his head down in the crook of your neck, smirking to himself before rubbing the cold metal of his latest piercing against your sensitive nape.

“jae!”

the little resolve you had was thinning as you began to dry hump his thigh, one hand moving down to palm him over the basketball shorts that were getting increasingly tight around his crotch.

it was now his turn to face surprise, drawing in a breath as he sucked his bottom lip in between his pearly whites, letting out a low moan before kissing your temple.

“are you up for making love? you’re not too tired?”

despite the hormones raging through the two of you, jaebum still managed to make sure you weren’t too tired before doing anything, and more importantly, he wanted your consent. it was important to him, and he knew that consent was always necessary, regardless of whether the parties involved were in a relationship or not.

pressing a chaste peck to his lips in response, you smiled up at him, cupping his cheeks before nodding.

“please, baby.”

when he tugged his shorts down enough to let his length slap against his stomach, you did the same with your pyjamas, getting off his lap to lay down with the mattress against your back.

jaebum only smiled at you, crawling over to you until he hovered over your form, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. you were so beautiful to him, easily the most precious and important aspect of his life.

what started off as a heated, passionate makeout quickly turned into something more gentle and intimate, and jaebum was more than okay with the shift, because he loved appreciating you and making you feel good.

he leant forward until your lips pressed against his once more, one palm pressing into the mattress adjacent to your head to support himself as the other held your hip reassuringly.

he rubbed your hip with the pad of his thumb, whispering against your lips as he praised you and how beautiful you looked, sprawled under him. his fingers then found your womanhood, pressing his thumb against your bundle of nerves.

and after making sure you were sufficiently prepped, his fingers reached down to wrap around his length, guiding his tip to your entrance as he pushed the first few inches inside you.

“baby,” he whispered, nudging his nose against yours as a way to know if you were okay.

you smiled, nodding before wrapping your arms around his neck as you clenched around him, trying to relax as you pushed your hips up, letting him know it was okay.

“god, you’re so beautiful.”

the words slipped out of his mouth effortlessly as he held you closer, kissing your cheeks and forehead as he bottomed out, the feeling making both of you moan out loud.

and when he began to move, so did you, grinding into his hips as he reassured you and how well you were taking him, kissing any inch of skin his lips came into contact with.

“gosh, i love you,” you mumbled, feeling close to your high as you closed your eyes, leaning your head back into the pillows as your back arched.

jaebum increased his pace, his heart swelling at your words as he smiled genuinely, grunting at the new angle before whispering the words back.

“i love you so much, baby.”

the gentle affirmation was all you needed as you finally let go, tugging on his hair and whining softly as jaebum also released into you shortly after, unable to stop his own sounds.

his hand cupped your cheek softly as he helped you both ride out your highs, kissing your forehead before pulling out slowly.

you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck yet again, a little shy before snuggling up into him as he settled down against the mattress, pulling you against him so he could cuddle you and give you as much aftercare as you needed.

“was that okay, princess?” he whispered, tracing idle shapes against your bare back as you smiled, cupping his cheeks before kissing his whole face.

“i loved every bit of it,” you whispered back, cheekily rubbing his piercing with your thumb before settling back into his warm embrace.

#Im Jaebum #jaebum #got7 #got7 jaebum #kpop imagines #kpop boys #kpop #imagines #fluff #heated #Smut #minors do not interact #18+

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GOT7 Scenario - Hard To Resist ~ Im Jaebum

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Well that’s fantastic, isn’t it? The company needed people to travel across the country to help out in another store since they’re extremely understaffed, though you couldn’t comprehend why they had to send you. That wasn't the worst part of it, you wouldn’t have cared so much if you were paired with another one of your coworkers, however, they insisted that you had to travel with and work alongside Jaebum even in this store. Multiple times you’ve been dragged into your manager's office to discuss the negative work relationship the two of you had, and it wasn’t even your fault to start with, Jaebum made you feel unwelcome the minute your foot stepped through the doors, making stupid little comments and just being a plain, straight-up douche. There was no reason for it, and you gathered that he was just stuck up, very opinionated at the first glance and just cocky because he’s one of the best employees in the company. Hence why you were paired together, the two best employees for your shop being sent somewhere else to show how it’s done in the workplace. Though the company compromised by paying for your hotel, paying for petrol and giving you a car to travel in, you just wished it was under different circumstances.

The car journey had already set you both off on the wrong foot, arguing over who is going to be the designated driver and bickering over directions, already a great start, right?. “Jaebum, you have to take the next left onto the highway, it’ll be quicker!” you shout, shaking your phone with google maps showing the different routes that you could take. That wasn’t even the worst part, he puts his hand up as if to signal to you to shut up, shaking his head and muttering stuff under his breath, you barely even make out what he’s saying. “Grow the fuck up, Jae!” you whine, putting your phone back in your bag. You were so grateful you didn’t have to work straight away when you got to the destination, you had the rest of the day and night to have time to yourselves before having to spend 6+ hours together again for the shift. “God, you’re so whiney” Jaebum mutters, shaking his head as he continues to take that left turn you told him to take. Yo go to bite back at him but you quite literal bite on your tongue, it was best not to retaliate, it’ll make your life easier. As a last resort, you put your earphones in to listen to music, watching the landscape go by as you stare out of the window avoiding any type of conflict with Jaebum.

A few miles away from the final destination, the car starts to grumble and stall, until eventually you become stranded on a side road, the car completely breaking down on you. “What... why have we stopped?!” you shout, pulling out your earphones to look at Jaebum who has irritation written all over his face, sighing hard to himself, head rested on the headrest, slamming his hands on the steering wheel. “Fuck... sake...” he growls, unbuckling his seat belt, opening his door and leaving the vehicle, to phone your boss. As you watch his every move, you realise that this was gonna be a fun trip, first they pair you with the worst person possible, but now you’re only an hour or so away from your hotel. Your head falls into your hands, rubbing your temples with your fingers as you regret your life decisions. “Yes, we’re stranded, but I see a hotel down the road. We’ll have to stay there until the car gets fixed... I know it’s inconvenient, but what else do you expect me to do?!” you hear Jaebum shouting down the phone, almost bringing out a laugh at how short his temper fuse is. “Thank you!” he shouts, punching the car before taking a deep breath. His head pops around the door frame, signalling you to get out of the car, with a swift movement of his hand and thumb pointing behind him, nothing but anger on his face.

It was an extremely long wait for the repair services to come and look at the car, leaving you to walk to the hotel down at the end of the road to ask for rooms for the night, and to see if anyone was able to tow the car into the hotel carpark. Luckily the only thing going your way was the fact they had a tow truck on sight from another customer, paying them off to tow it for you, as you check yourself in for two single rooms. It was unsure how long it was going to take before you could get back on the road so the only option you had was to pay for the hotel just in case, throwing Jaebum his keys to his room as you storm off to your own, peace as you walk in. It was bliss.

The TV quietly fills the room with some form of sound, you’re comfortable sitting on the bed, on your IPad, reading something you found to waste some time. You felt at peace and had no worries until a knock on your door makes you jump out of your skin. “Y/N, it’s Jaebum!” he shouts, his voice muffled behind the door and all you could respond with was a groan, unwillingly pushing yourself to go answer the door to him as he barges past you before you could even fully open it and even ask him what he wanted. “I... well...” you stutter, as he makes himself comfortable, sitting at the end of your bed, shoving his phone in your face when you got close. It was a text from the company, apologising and informing you that the services won’t be with you until late in the night as it was the earliest they could get anyone out. “So it looks like we’re gonna be leaving here extremely early in the morning to get to the shop on time, fantastic!” you sarcastically end your sentence, throwing yourself into the armchair across from him.

There was a moment of silence before Jaebum breaks the piece, his frustration over this whole situation making him act out irrationally, “Why did they have to send me on this stupid fucking trip for a stupid little job!”. His sudden outburst makes you jump in your seat, wide-eyed at him as his face is covered by his hands, letting out a loud growl before dropping his arms, looking over at you, his face red with anger. “All because you told me to take that stupid left turn!” he points at you with an angry finger, walking closer to you as you stand your ground, standing up to him, sick of his disgusting attitude towards you. “Hold the fuck up! I only suggested a quicker route! I can’t control a car breaking down Jae!” you scream back, getting into his face. “Get out of my room now!” you add, pushing him out, but he flips around, grabbing your arms tightly, “Don’t fucking touch me you stupid bitch!”. The horror of his words showed in your face as you finally see red yourself, slapping him across the face. He cups the place where you slapped, wide-eyed at you, storming out of the room. With instant regret, you crash onto the beg, sobbing into the pillow that you hug tightly, you’re never one for violence but you couldn’t just let him speak to you like that and part of you hopes he’s learnt a lesson this way.

The sound of your sobs could be heard through the door, though muffled, it was still eligible that you were crying as Jaebum goes to walk past your room, unable to help himself when he puts his ear to the door, sighing to himself and rolling his eyes. He held a grudge, though knowing it was none of your faults for the both of you to be in this situation, his pride wouldn’t let him admit to himself that he was out of order, and in all honesty, he won’t admit it to you, you did knock him down a peg with the slap. It made him realise that he has no right to even talk to you that way. Through multiple contemplations, he knocks on the door lightly, wanting to apologise but not even sure himself how he was going to if he could get it out at all. “Go away!” you shout from the other side as he slumps against the door, “Leave me alone, once we’re done with this job trip, I’m done with you and this company!” you cry. Not understanding why, or how, this makes Jaebum feel a massive lump in his throat that he struggles to swallow. He’s messed up big time, knowing that he’s just going to have to push past his pride at some point.

For about an hour, he leans against you silently, listening to you cry and his heart sinks, even more, realising he’s made so much damage to you that he knew he couldn’t fix, though he wanted to try. He didn’t want to become friends, but he never wants to anyone to be crying because of how he treated them. During that hour, you finally thought he had given up and gone back to his room, ready to leave your safe space that was your hotel room to see if there was food being served downstairs. After throwing on a cardigan and some comfortable shoes, you go to unlock your door, opening it to see Jaebum leaning on the door frame. Your instant reaction was to wipe the tears from your eyes, stiffening your upper lip as you try to be firm with him. “I told you to leave me alone...” you state, as he shakes his head, refusing to look at you, scared that seeing your tear-stained cheeks and red eyes will cause him to feel worse than he already felt. “I told you-” you tried to speak again but he cuts you off, “I’m not leaving!” he bites, instantly apologising for his tone of voice, “Please let me in,” he begs, as you go to close the door on him but his foot stops it, “Please?” he asks again. With your emotions all over the place, this was the last thing you needed but you knew if you didn’t let him, he’d be persistent until you did.

All you could do was walk away from the door, letting him let himself in as he shuts the door gently behind him, “Look, Y/N, I-” he mumbles but you had something to get off your chest first, “No, I’m going to speak first, Jae. I’ve been trying for years since I’ve started this job to forgive you for the asshole you are, that it was just something I’d have to get used to. Yes, I hate you, I hate you with every inch in my body, but now, I want to forgive you even though you’ve treated me like a doormat, and getting in my face? Calling me a stupid bitch? You can go fuck yourself, you deserved that slap!” you cry, arms furiously wailing around, expecting him to react badly. All he did was nod, looking at the floor as he listens to you getting it all off your chest. “I agree,” he replies, sincerely looking up at you, shoving his hands into his pockets, attempting to walk closer to you, “I agree, I deserved that slap, I’m an asshole for treating you the way I have. Thank you for making me realise that”. You attempted to read his face for any hints of him being disingenuine but struggled to, his eyes were soft, tears forming in the corners. He really means it.

It takes you a moment to even process this different side to him that you’ve never seen, struggling to comprehend that he can even be capable of apologising in the first place. It felt unreal, the tightness in your chest increased as all you could do was look at him with confusion, hurt and whatever else you could possibly feel at that moment as his head is bowed again. “I’m not expecting you to accept my apology, it would be foolish of me to even think you’d even talk to me after it. But you needed to hear it, Y/N. I genuienly am sorry,” his apology really hits deep as he gently takes your hands, into his own, using one of his to wipe the tear that falls out of your eyes. “I’m sorry, I’ll see you tomorrow for work,” he adds, letting go gently before heading towards the door.

“Jae-” you call for him and within seconds, he’s turned around. You really didn’t know what you were doing, why you were even believing him and accepting his apology, maybe you were just hoping for an easier work-life, for an easier life full stop. To stop wondering what you do wrong for him to act the way he did. “It’s gonna take me a while to completely accept your apology, but thank you. Keep this nicer side up and we’ll see,” you struggle to say through tears, but his instant reaction was to run up to you, to hug you. Your whole body freezes up, really unexpecting this interaction with him but buy god did you only then realise how genuine he was being, your head is pressed to his chest, his cologne softly radiates off his body as you breathe in, the beating of his heart becomes relaxing as your hand caresses your hair and the other wraps around your shoulders. Your arms slowly snake around his torso, really indulging in the hug, realising it was much needed and for a moment, you forgot about everything that happened.

The hug was short as sweet, as his grip slowly loosens around you, letting you go, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hugged you...” he says softly, unsure where to look or what to do, his heart sinking when he catches you shaking your head, “Jae, it’s fine. I think I needed it. Thank you”. A huge sigh of relief falls from his lips as he clutches his chest, and a small smile creeps onto his face. “I’m glad,” he whispers, looking at you sweetly. There was something in the way his attitude has changed that made him extremely attractive to you, the soft smile you received, for free practically, made something in your mind feel really attracted to him.

It was awkward for a moment as you twiddle your thumbs, not sure what to do or say next, though to try and break the silence, you offer him to sit with you whilst you watch a film. You would’ve never thought of asking to spend time with him but if there’s going to progress in your relationship with him in a positive way, it would be nice to do something chill together. As you sit on the bed, you tap the space next to you, offering him to take it up which he’s more than happy to take up. Slowly and gently, he shuffles next to you, happy to just even know that you completely don’t hate him right now.

The channels flick through different shows and films, almost nothing jumping out to you to grab your attention until you give up, putting on The Simpsons to just sit and watch, surprisingly enjoying it a lot more than you thought it would. Though, after a long and eventful day, your eyelids slowly start to drop, your head wobbling as it slowly falls onto Jaebum’s shoulder. He scoffs to himself as he pulls the blanket up over you, his movement making you sit up, apologising for falling asleep. As you look back at him, his soft eyes gazing at you, as your scan his face fully, for the first time ever, taking in his beauty before your eyes stop at his lips. No one could ask you why you had the sudden urge to kiss them, but they looked so soft, a peck wouldn’t hurt, right?.

Just over 2 hours ago, you absolutely hated his guts, and now you were thinking about kissing him? You were so confused about how you felt or what you were doing with yourself, but the more you look at him, the more you want to kiss him. “You okay?” he whispers, placing a hand softly on your shoulder as you nod, biting on your bottom lip as you turn away from him, squeezing your eyes together to avoid looking at him and thinking about kissing him, but your mind has other ideas. “Fuck it,” you whisper to yourself, turning around and placing a gentle peck on his lips, pulling away quickly, blushing to flush over your cheeks as he clicks his tongue, laughing to himself. “I’m so sorry.. I-” you attempted to apologise but the gentle grip on your face makes you look at him, who wastes no time in returning the kiss. The fact that he kissed you back made you momentarily freeze before melting into it, unintentionally turning it into a slight makeout session, throwing yourself into his lap as his hands roam your body, placing both onto your ass, holding you in place.

“Someone’s. A. Little. Eager,” he giggles through the kissing, as you turn hungry, he kisses better than you thought, his taste was even better as you slowly become addicted to him, his touch, becoming needy for more than just kisses. “Fuck, what I’m I doing?!” you cry, coming up for air from the kisses, your mind racing with so many different emotions, you didn’t know what you wanted or what you were doing to yourself, but for some reason, you really didn’t want to stop. “I’m so sorry,” you apologise, covering your face in embarrassment, his breathing gets slower as he moves his hands up to your waist, his thumbs caressing your sides, “It’s okay, we can stop here”. The stupid thing was, you didn’t want to stop, as much as your mind was telling you to, you really didn’t want to, or could. You’ve had a taste of Im Jaebum, jow you’re hooked. “I don’t want to... stop.” you whisper, slowly removing your hands from in front of your face, looking deep into his eyes before his lips briefly brush against yours, testing the waters.

Holding you tightly, he flips around, laying you down on the bed, as your back slowly touches the mattress. He hovers over you, in between your legs, his thumb pulls your bottom lip down slightly, caressing it before kissing you again. His hands slide up your top, taking a handful of the breast into his hands, teasing your nipple through pinched fingers. “Fuck...” you hiss, breaking from the kiss, using your hand to turn his head so you could reach his neck, placing tight kisses followed by licks down it as he grunts lowly. “Carry on like that and I’m not going to be able to hold myself back,” he growls, nibbling at your earlobe as your eyes roll at his words, really not caring at that moment and time of anything else. You needed him. “Then don’t hold back...” you whimper, and within seconds, your trousers and underwear were on the floor, followed by his own. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, with a raised eyebrow. The sight of his length surprises you, causing your walls to tense with nothing in you, a whimper leaves your lips as you nod, practically begging as you pull at his shirt for him to get on with it.

He gets himself positioned at your entrance, leaning down to kiss you as he slowly pushes his cock into your core. Letting you adjust to his size as you bite his lip, moaning at his length slowly going in. “Awh fuck, you’re so tight!” he groans, slowly picking up his pace as your walls tense around him, your hot and wet core making his cock harder than he thought it could ever get. As you wrap your legs around his torso, his hips do magic, effortlessly slapping against your ass and top of your thighs, as the kisses become sloppy and wet, your tongues clashing. He couldn’t just deal with that, he needed to see all of you as he slips your shirt over your head, exposing your whole body to him. He nips at the skin across your shoulder, leaving dark bruises that he licks over, making you cry for more as his pace picks up, his moans vibrating on his skin, as he makes his way down to your nipples, taking them into your mouth, his tongue teasing them as the pit in your stomach starts to burn.

You grab a fistful of his long locks, pulling his head back up to your face to kiss him, a hiss leaving your lips as he pulls away from your nipples, which he had a gentle bite on. Whilst your kisses and his hips slamming into you made you both sweat, the smell and sounds of sex fills the entire room as your volume increased, the pit burning completely. The way your walls contract around him indicates you’re close, pulling your legs up to your chest as he pounds hard into you, “That’s it, cum for me, doll!” he orders, rolling his hips into you, his tip presses hard against the spot. Within seconds, your body shakes as you paint his cock white, “Fuck, Jaebum!!” you scream, nails digging into his back as you drag them up his spine.

When you thought you were done, able to get a breather, Jaebum temporarily pulls out, flips you so your face was in the pillows, and your ass was in the air. A hard strike of his hand creates a hand print on your ass, as he merciless pounds back into you. His hands grab tightly onto your ass cheeks before gliding down to your hips, holding onto them tight, as if to hold you still whilst he slams hard into you. This makes you scream into the pillow as he grunts hard, a hand holding your head down into the pillow as he slowly feels himself getting the urge to cum. “Fuck, you feel so good... I’m gonna...” he grunts, slowly turning into loud groans and moans as you tense around him, coming to your second high, though he doesn’t slow down to let you ride through it gently, he keeps his pace, overstimulating you as he pounds hard. Just after you finish cumming all over his cock again, he pulls out, jerking off his cock, whilst holding an ass cheek again, beads of his cum dripping onto your ass cheeks. “Fuck... Fuck!!” he growls, coming to a stop as he kneels back on his heels. Catching his breath as you come up from the pillow for air yourself.

After coming to your senses, and the stars in your eyes have gone, he rushes to the bathroom to grab tissues, ready to help clean you up. “Well that was... something,” he laughs, helping you up as he passes you your clothes, before taking them back, assisting you in getting dressed. You scoff at his comment, rolling your eyes before smirking at him, “I guess I don’t hate you as much now,” you reply, as he pretends to be offended by your comment, knowing full well that there’s still some work to do to build your trust up but this was a great start. “We really should talk about th-” you try to add but the sound of Jaebum’s phone ringing interrupts, he puts his hand up as if to apologise, answering, coughing to act like everything’s normal. “Hello... Okay, yeah sounds good. Yeah, we’ll pack up and get ready to leave soon... Bye.”. After putting the phone down, you could only guess that it was the head office, letting you know that the repair service is on its way and you should be able to get back on the road. “I guess we’ll have to save that conversation for when we get back from this trip, I guess.” you add. He nods, kissing your forehead, pulling away, and getting ready to leave. “But I can’t leave this room without knowing what this means for us,” he speaks up, looking up at you with slight concern. “It means something good, I’m not sure what I want yet but maybe I was a little harsh, and maybe if we continue to be like this, something definitely can come out of this,” you reply, taking his hand, pulling him back towards you so you could place a kiss on his lips, which he happily returned.

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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Im Jae Beom (GOT7 / Solo) Kinky* Reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Im Jae Beom

Stage Name: Jay B / formerly JB

Group: GOT7 / Solo

Masterpost: Got7

Im Jae Beom

Jay B / JB (GOT7 / Solo)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - 7 of Wands

Jay B is likely to become difficult in a relationship. He wants to have someone reliable by his side and yet he’s sort of fighting becoming really close with them. The outcome is that his lover feels pushed away and agitated by Jay B holding up to his independence and not sharing much with them. Jay B probably has some commitment issues that need to be solved.

Libido - 9 of Swords

Oh yeah! Commitment issues. Okay! Jay B is clearly for some reason scared to actually become close and intimate with people. This fear is rooted in his mind. Maybe he has had bad experiences from the past but he needs to overcome the anxiety and stop projecting the horrors that exist in his mind into people around him. He needs to start seeing that not everyone is fake or trying to deceive him and play him for a fool.

Turn On - 7 of Swords

Ah! Here comes the trouble, doesn’t it, Jay B? Well Jay B can’t be surprised he has no trust in his partners when his type is a player and thief of hearts from the beginning. Jay B is likely to feel attracted to the dangerous type of person, someone who’s hot on the outside but their heart is made of steel and ice and granite and will have no scruples about cheating on him when they have the chance. Maybe Jay B thinks he can change them for the better? Hardly, dear! Stop dating monsters in pretty skin and you won’t have a reason for distrust and anxiety.

Kink - V The Hierophant

Jay B is likely to have a kink for correcting bad behaviour and disciplining a misbehaving lover. He’s likely to come up with many ridiculous and impossible to follow rules just to enjoy the thrill of inflicting the punishment when his lover breaks the rules. He’s no sadist about it, he will likely hold a short lecture before stepping to the actual spanking. The man likes to listen to his own voice as much as he likes to listen to his lover’s squeals and whines.

Dirtiest Secret* - King of Wands

Jay B is the hard dom. He’s likely to thrive from having complete control over his lover. He’s also likely to have a thing for semi-public sex. Not that he would lower himself to have quickies in club restrooms. It’s more likely he will leave windows open while making his lover scream with delight so the neighbourhood knows who’s the master of the house there. He would like to be called ‘Sir’.

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bambikisss · 1 year

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Suits: 2

-> Being a CEO of a big company has its perks, except for meeting the one. After you sign up for a dating app for the elite 1 percent, you match with someone who is just as rich as you. Is love truly in the cards for you both?

CEO!JAYB X CEO!READER

Smut warnings: Spit, bitting, slight bondage, slight breeding kink, marking, etc. Rough to Passionate.

"You joined a dating site to not match with anyone?" He asked, taking a sip of his champagne as he listened to you try to explain why you joined, cutting you off as he leaned closer to you, his mint breath gracing your cheek as he made his way to your ear. "So, you don't want me then, Y/N?"

A/N: She's a long one.

You always found the saying "Cat and Mouse game" to be so confusing.

Who was the cat and who was the mouse? Why didn't the cat just move on?

"Ah, nice to see you again, Ms. L/N." You gripped the doorknob as you turned to face Jaebeom, who was leaning against your desk with some wine you had on your desk now in his hand, a smirk on his lips.

"Do you have a moment?"

Now you understood why.

"I do have a moment, Mr. Lim. What can I do for you?" You felt his eyes melt into your body as you made your way to the alcohol table that you had placed next to the window. He said no words as the dark red wine filled the glass that soon met your lips. His mind flashed back to the dinner that had happened a few days prior; how your lips molded around moaning, how your lips felt in the kiss, how your perfect lipstick smudged all over his neck and your face.

You were the mouse that he so desperately wanted to catch.

"I just wanted to talk some more. I tried to get your number from Mrs. Kim, but she said it was better to come and ask you myself, and judging by how hard it was to get an appointment with you, I assume you're a very busy girl, Ms. L/N." You noted how his voice had dropped and had gotten slightly louder, turning around to now face Jaebeom, who was leaning against your couch, his hand out to take the second wine glass that you were pouring. You handed it to him, letting your fingers glaze his before reaching back for your own to sit at your desk. You both kept your gazes locked onto one another as you both drank the wine, a soft glimmer coming from an eyebrow piercing that Jae had, which gathered your attention.

"So, the CEO of a popular fashion, music, and art brand has a piercing?''

"Ah, so you did some research on me," Jaebeom placed the wine glass down, licking his lips as he made his way over to your desk. You also noticed now that he had a tongue piercing and a nose stud, both looking new. "What's 'next, grills?" You held back a smile as he nodded, mentioning how he was actually going to get some on Friday.

He made you feel comfortable, the lust that was in the air during your first meeting was not there as it was now comfortable and friendly. Jaebeom picked up your nameplate, humming as he read your name. "Beautiful name, Ms. L/N." you thanked him for his compliment before leaning back in your chair, downing the rest of the wine as you had. "So, did you make an appointment to just flirt with me and get my number or do you want to talk business?"

"Do you not want to mix business with pleasure, Ms. L/N?" Jae asked, sitting down before swirling the wine that was left in his glass. "Your company is thinking about dipping into fashion soon, right? I noticed that one of your competitors was complaining about it during a dinner party we had."

"So you all meet up to talk shit about me and my complaining expanding our horizons?" You asked, Jae, chuckling as he leaned back in his chair. "I do not participate in the complaining about you and your team's goal of manifesting destiny. I, however, want to talk about you partnering with me."

You raised an eyebrow as he stood up, sliding over an invitation. "I am hosting a party on Thursday to discuss the future of the company. You should come: you can get a raw, inside look at what my company can offer, along with connecting with many other people as my partners from oversees are also coming."

He let his hand move from the invite to gently hold your chin, moving you to look up at him. He seemed so much farther than your face when he was describing the event to you, it almost shocked you when you noticed how close you two were. He leaned down so that his lips were next to your ear, his thumb now moving to play with your bottom lip. "If you aren't satisfied by the end of the night by the event, I can surely be of service." Your eyes moved up to his, biting your bottom lip as he moved away from you, his lingering cologne around you as he left.

You were trying to figure out what cologne he used when your secretary knocked on the door, making you jump from your daydream.

"Ms. L/N, your next appointment is here." You nodded, getting up to follow her, stopping her when you reached the meeting room. "Clear out my schedule past 4pm on Thursday. I have a party with Jaebeom and his associates to attend." R/N nodded, hiding their smile as you entered the room. They had "passed by" a few times when you and Jaebeom were in the room, giggling at your dreamy expression when he leaned close to you. They walked away as the meeting began, holding in their excited giggle.

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You arrived at the large gala hall around 8pm, an hour after the party began. You didn't know the traffic would be so bad that night and to be honest, it rattled you a bit and made you nervous.

It made you wonder if he would still be happy to see you. In the back of your mind, you of course thought he did this to every woman he tried to work with, but a part of you held onto the idea that he didn't do it to anyone else.

You sighed as you made your way inside, being greeted by a large ballroom decorated in gold and red, the table covers being black. There was an open bar along with Jaebeom's company name being projected onto the center of the tables and also on the stage. It was beautiful to you. You checked your dress once more before deciding to look for Jaebeom, your heels clicking as you made your way to join the many other people who were conversing with each other. You recognized a few, talking to them as the lights dimmed and you were told to direct your attention to the stage, Jae in a white suit soon coming on. His piercings and rings glimmered under the stage lights as he spoke to everyone, thanking everyone for coming and for being part of his growing company.

You wouldn't admit it, but you spent more time admiring him than listening to what he was saying. You caught a glimpse of his chain necklace, biting your lip as you wondered how it would feel to tug on it. Your mind wandered deeper and deeper until he met your eyes as he scanned the crowd, a small smirk coming to his face as he noticed how dark your eyes had gotten. "I'm so glad that everyone came. I hope we can make new relationships and support the ones we already have. Thank you." You clapped with everyone as the jazz music picked back up as he left the stage. You smiled as your colleagues turned back to you to pick up where the conversation left off, the conversation halting once more when Jaebeom approached you all.

You watched as he conversed with them, waving goodbye as they walked away to give you too some space. "I'm glad you came, Y/N. Not gonna lie, at first I thought you weren't." He smiled, his hand coming to rest on the bottom of your back. You apologized, mentioning how bad traffic was coming from your penthouse to here. Jae frowned, mentioning how he would keep that in mind. "What did you think of the company and what I said?" He asked, smirking when you tensed up from being caught. "Don't tell me you didn't pay attention. I did that whole thing so that you knew what our company was capable if we end up working together."

"Well, you spoke well and got your points across." you countered, Jae, chuckling as he raised his pierced eyebrow, waiting for you to continue on and to pinpoint something he had said, your conversation being halted when a man came up, a younger woman in tow. Jae moved his hand from your back to shake the man's hands, the old man motioning to the woman he had. "This is my daughter, Heejin. She has been a fan of your company for a while and I thought bringing her tonight to meet with one of my partners was a great opportunity, I hope you don't mind."

You hoped your jealousy wasn't radiating off of you as he gave the woman attention, your eyes not missing her hands moving up his arms to grip his biceps and touch his chest. It was as if you weren't there, you deciding to head to the bar while he entertained the two.

As you sat at the bar, you were joined by one of the colleagues you were talking to earlier. He rested his head on his hand, making small talk with you, which didn't go unnoticed by Jaebeom, who could slowly feel his own jealousy bubble. He watched as your colleague touched your shoulder, his fingers moving to touch your back which was the last straw for him.

He cut the conversation short with his partner and his daughter, letting him know that he would catch them later before making his way over to you, leaning against the bar to the left of you to order a drink. He made eye contact with the other man over your head, smiling as he introduced himself to him. You turned to face Jae, noticing how he winked at you as he held his hand out, his lips forming a smirk as he asked you to talk with him in private to discuss some things. You held back your own smirk, placing your hand gently into his as he grabbed his drink, leading you away from your now confused colleague. He led you to a separate room from the main ballroom, leading you outside to the terrance, still holding your hand. "Do you always whisk away women that you try to partner with from talking with their friends to talk on a random Terrance during their own company party?" you asked, Jae humming as he took a sip of his whisky. "Only the ones I wanna talk to in private without other people interrupting."

You raised an eyebrow at him as he smiled at you, his hand returning to rest on the bottom of your back, pulling you against his chest. "This doesn't seem very professional to me, Mr. Lim." Jae smirked at the tone of your voice, putting his glass down so he can wrap both of his arms around you so you were chest to chest. "I have many female staff; are you going to do this to them as well?" Your eyes were trained on his lip as he leaned down closer to you, his fingers dipping below the opening in your back. "I'll only do this to you, Y/N."

Right before your lips could touch, the doors swung open to show a staff member, you and Jae quickly moving away from one another. Jae cleared his throat as his ears began to heat up, asking what was wrong. His secretary hid his smirk as he mentioned how the party was now dwindling and everyone was making their way home and his car was on the way to take him home. Jae thanked him, shooing him away as he looked at you, hiding his embarrassment. His secretary chuckled, leaving you two alone on the terrace.

You two spoke no words as the cold wind hit you, reminding you that you were outside and had no coat on. You were so wrapped up in Jae and in his arms that you didn't get to feel it. Jae noticed you shiver, moving to remove his coat only to remember he had no shirt on underneath and still had to walk by the many guests to get to his car. He cleared his throat before running a hand through his hair, chuckling awkwardly. "I remembered you mentioning how long it took you to get here from your penthouse." you turned to face him, wrapping your arms around yourself as he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms back around you. "I can, of course, take you home, but my place is closer. You seem so cold, Y/N." He whispered, his hand moving to cup your face, his thumb rubbing your cheek.

You mulled over the options, thinking about it as he stared at you. He wasn't forcing you to stay over at his place, but it would take longer to get home than just going to his. A part of you also wasn't keen on leaving him yet.

"As long as you can keep me warm, I'll come back with you." He nodded, a small smile on his lips, as he hurried to lead you down back to the ballroom where everyone was slowly filing out, everyone still keen on talking with Jae before leaving. You peeled yourself from Jae's side, talking to some staff and colleagues as he talked to some people, occasionally looking back at you to make sure you didn't leave or that anyone wasn't bothering you. You left with him as he made his way outside, helping you get into the backseat of his car before being stopped by the old man with his daughter from earlier. "Tonight was amazing, Mr.Lim, even though at some points you were hard to find." You looked up as the man spoke, making eye contact as his voice hid his annoyance with you taking Jae's attention from him and the daughter he was trying to pin Jae with. Jae noticed the man's tone and his gaze, telling him that he can meet with him later, not saying anything to the daughter as he got in next to you, slamming the door shut.

As you both left the two behind, you felt your noticed how blown up your phone was. You scrolled through and answered emails, Jae raising an eyebrow as he watched you before scoffing. "It's damn near midnight and you're still working?" You raised an eyebrow at his words, showing him the many emails, to which he takes your phone from you. "You can get this back tomorrow. You need a night to just relax"

"Relax? What do you have planned for tonight, Mr. Lim?" you asked, Jae chuckling as he put your phone into his pocket before leaning over, his lips pressed against your ear as his hand rested on your thigh. "I don't think you were satisfied at the party. So, it's my job to satisfy you tonight" You raised an eyebrow at his words, deciding to play along and make him work for it.

You placed your hand over his, moving up your leg to go under the dress to rest on your bare upper thigh, Jae's breath hitching when his fingers touched your underwear, his finger looping underneath the band as he moaned softly. "I still have the pair of panties you left in my jacket from last time, baby. Am I going to start a collection with all the panties you're offering?" he played with the band as he began to kiss your neck and jaw. The drive felt like it was going on forever, Jae removing himself from you when he felt the car slow down.

He pulled back from you, biting his lip as he reached over your lap as he opened the door for you, his hands slowly moving back across your lap as he moved back to open his own door. He helped you out, walking with you up to the elevators, holding your hand as you both went up to the top floor, which was where his penthouse was. It was very minimalistic, the simple colors shocking you. There were pops of color coming from the paintings that were on the walls, along with the cat towers that held four cats. He looked like an everyday man, who just really liked simple art and cats. You laughed softly as a cat tried to jump to a different tower and almost fell, Jae looking up from pouring you water, chuckling. "Enjoying my cats?" He asked, clearly amused as he watched you play with one of them. You nodded, Jae, handing you a glass of water as you both watched the cats. It was a calm moment, despite the teasing in the car just a few moments before.

After a bit, Jae ushered you to the bathroom, letting you know that you could do and use anything you needed. You nodded, turning on the bathtub, putting some bubble solution in and a bath bomb that had some sparkles in it. It was obviously a brand deal gift basket that you had taken the bath items from, laughing internally at the face he probably made when he was given it.

Jae came back in with a towel and a change of clothes for it, noticing you struggling to unite your dress. He softly said "allow me", his fingers moving your hands away as he effortlessly untied the back, his hand moving to touch the open back area, his other hand gently pushing down the dress from your shoulder.

It felt like his fingers were fire; every touch he left on your skin made you feel so alive. You didn't realize you were holding your breath until the dress hit the floor, Jae asking you to step out of it so he could hang it up for you. You nodded, moving out of the dress so he could pick it up, watching as he walked out with the dress, leaving you hot in the bathroom. You sighed, removing your underwear before getting into the bathtub, enjoying the feeling of the warm water soothing your muscles that had become tense from work.

As you laid your head back against the tub, closing your eyes, Jae came back as he leaned against the doorway. He admired how you looked: the bubbles covering your breasts, your eyes closed- you look so relaxed.

"Enjoying the bathtub?" he asked, your eyes opening to meet his before sitting up. "Wanna join me?" Jae smiled at the playfulness in your voice, stripping down before getting into the bathtub so he was right next to you. He sighed as his own muscles relaxed, your hands moving to touch his chest, making him chuckle darkly. "Feeling touchy, baby?"

You didn't bother to say anything, kissing him softly as your hand moved all over his chest. He pulled you closer, pulling you so you were now straddling him, the kiss becoming more intense. Jae chuckled as you ground down onto him, biting your bottom lip as his hips moved to meet yours. You pulled him back into a messy and now needy kiss, Jae now moaning into the kiss as his own hips moved to meet yours.

In a way, it reminded you of two people who were desperate for one another. Like they were at a club and dancing with one another and ended up grinding against one another as they craved the touch of one another but didn't want to leave the loud club. In reality, you were now grinding against Jaebeom in the bathtub, moaning and whining for him like crazy.

Jae listened to you whine and beg for him for a bit longer before he halted your hips, his hands coming down to roughly grip your ass as he pressed himself against you. He looked up at you, his lips hovering over yours as he tried to calm down. He had been thinking of how he wanted to have sex with you since the first time at the restaurant. He wanted to do it a specific way and yet, he was blanking. He let you kiss down his cheek to his jaw and neck, leaving behind many bite marks that he knew he was going to have to get hide tomorrow. He whispered your name until you moved back so he could see your face, Jae now rolling his own hips to meet yours. "Get your ass up here and ride this dick because I can't fucking take it anymore."

You nodded, not hesitating to sink down onto him as he quickly reconnected your lips, moving his hips fast to meet yours as he kept you in the kiss, Jae moaning loudly as his hands gripped your ass to help you move, the water around you splashing around and some spilling over the edge. You whined as he moved down your neck to mark it, your moans now echoing around the bathroom as the water around you both began to spill over and cover you two. "Jaebeom, fuck, goddam you're so big"

"Yeah, can you handle this big cock?" Jae grunted, tossing his head back as you clenched around him before he kisses you again, moaning once more when you tug on his hair. "Gotta stretch you out so you can handle my goddam cock."

You dug your nails into his shoulder, trying to bounce back against his own movements, halting when his rolled to the back of his head. His nails dug into your hips, his chest rising and falling as his head rested on the side of the tub.

He looked so beautiful to you. His wet and now messy hair covered his eyes, his pierced tongue licking his lips as his face showed how in bliss he was. His neck was marked with hickies left by you, adorning his neck and upper chest, along with crescents from your nails digging into his shoulders.

You loved how he said your name as he sat up, his tongue moving to lick your jaw, his hips moving once more as he now went deeper and harder. You wanted to know more about him, you wanted to know him more than just the CEO who was obsessed with you.

"What are your cats names?" You moaned out, Jae pausing momentarily before he chuckled, looking at you as he moved faster, biting and kissing along your collarbone. "My cats? Cake, Pudding, Nora, Pringle, and Kimchi"

Jae was slightly amused by your sudden question about his cats, finding it cute. He picked up the pace as he felt you tighten around him, Jae looking at you as you leaned back. "Are you gonna cum, baby? Are you going to make a mess on me?" He asked, moaning louder as you nodded, his fingers moving down to play with your clit before watching you cum, holding you down onto him as he came with you. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, resting his head on your chest as you both tried to calm down.

You ran your hands through his hair as you kissed his forehead, your skin tingling as you both hold one another. It felt oddly romantic.

As your tried to move away so you could sit next to him, his grip on you tightened, making you look down at him. He looked up at you, his cheeks dusted with a slight blush as he kissed your skin. "Stay with me..like this. Let me hold you baby." You felt your heart skip a beat as Jae kissed around your body, the now lukewarm water not bothering you both as you both held each other in the bathtub.

After a while, Jae let you escape his grasp to dry off and put on the T-shirt Jae had brought for you, Jae putting on boxers before kissing your shoulder, rubbing your back. He seemed so loving at that moment, which made you smile and blush softly. "Do you want something to eat, baby?"

"It depends on what you have. And why do you call me baby so often?'' Jae paused looking through his fridge, turning to look back at you. "Do you want me to stop?"

The atmosphere of the whole place shifted at his question. The once lust-filled atmosphere is now comfortable. It felt like how your own home felt: like you had gotten home after a long hard day and you fell back against your plush sheets.

It felt like home.

Jae felt like home.

You stared more at the man who was holding ramen and some mandu in the other hand. The man with a simple black t-shirt on and plaid pants. The man who wanted to hold you after sex.

The man you wanted.

"No, you can keep calling me baby."

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Sleeping in other places has always been a struggle for you.

When you traveled for events, you always stayed in the same hotel because of the familiarity. You barely ever slept in other people's homes because you could never sleep well.

This was time was, of course, not an exception.

You stayed on your side facing the large window that showed the city all lit up by the moon, Jaebeom's chest against your back as his arm was draped over your waist. While you thought it was cute he wanted to hold you and keep you close, he ran hot.

You tried to move away from him, but Jaebeom either moved closer to you or pulled you back against him. You couldn't move any farther away because you both were now near the edge of the bed. You sighed, trying to carefully remove his arm from you, listening to Jaebeom's soft snores to make sure you didn't wake him.

"Am I smothering you?" You paused mid-holding his arm over your waist, turning back to face Jaebeom who was now slowly opening his eyes. You put his hand down, Jae wrapping it back around you before pulling you close, his breath now hitting your ear as his fingers gently drummed against your stomach. "Can't sleep?'' You nodded, noticing his tired voice as he spoke. He hummed, thinking before saying "Want some water? You feel hot."

"I'm hot because you run hot" you murmured, Jae, chuckling deeply before getting up, going to get you wanted from the kitchen, leaving you in the suddenly cold sheets. You sat up slightly, running your hand threw your hair as he returned with a glass for you. You thanked him, Jaebeom crawling in behind you to rest his hands on your thighs as you drank, his thumbs rubbing your skin gently as he waited for you to finish. When you were done, he took the glass from you, placing it on his nightstand before kissing your cheek. "Better?" you nodded, laying your head back on his shoulder as Jaebeom slowly pulled his hands up your body, slowly massaging your body as he kissed your neck. You glanced at the time, the numbers making you sigh. Jae sighed as well, mumbling softly "it's late, and we both have work tomorrow." He continued kissing your neck though, despite his words.

You sighed dreamily, your hands resting over his as you slowly moved with him so your shirt was slowly pulled up, Jae looking down at the newly exposed skin. He leaned down to kiss your waist and your lower back, fully tossing off your shirt to rest on the floor before kissing up your spine. "For someone who was just complaining about being too hot, you seem eager to get all hot and sweaty," Jae kissed your bare shoulder before tossing off his own shirt, turning your head to now face him, kissing you softly as his hand slowly made his way down into your pants, rubbing you over your underwear. Jae smiled as you moaned into the kiss, Jae pulling back to see your face as he slipped his hand into your underwear, his finger drawing shaped on your clit as he cupped your breast, squeezing it as he moved his fingers faster. You looked so beautiful in the moonlight to him, so pretty like a picture. He rolled his hips into your ass, kissing you again as his fingers moved faster before slipping a finger in.

"So warm, so wet." He murmured, your own hand slipping into his own pants to stroke him slowly, making it his turn to moan into the kiss, his hips moving to meet your hand. He whined as your thumb went over the tip, Jae inserting another finger into you as his thumb played with your clip. He took his time driving you crazy, whispering how beautiful you looked and how good you felt on his fingers before slowly driving you to the edge, kissing you as you both came, sighing into the kiss. Jae slowly removed his fingers from you, licking them clean as you did the same on your hand, staring at one another. Jae took a minute to watch you before kissing you passionately, moving so you were on your back as he continued to kiss you, tearing off his pants along with yours before wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around him.

"Ready for round 2?" he asked through his heavy breaths, you nodding as he slowly pushed in before smirking at you. When you asked him what he was smiling at, he shrugged. "You said you were having trouble sleeping. So, I'm going to fuck you to sleep." He placed a quick kiss on your lips before picking you up, kissing you again.

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The next morning, you woke up to Jaebeom kissing your shoulder, the shower on, and a sweet smell filling your senses.

"The shower is ready for you and I'm making breakfast." he murmured, helping you sit up before returning to the kitchen to finish cooking, leaving you to go shower and get ready for the day. You took a quick shower, noticing a pair of belted pants and a simple white shirt sitting on the bathroom counter. You put them on before going to join Jaebeom, who was wearing an outfit similar to you (a black t-shirt and white pants).

"Ah, I know you have to go to the office so I made you some breakfast and some lunch to go with it," Jae didn't look at you as he slid over the packaged containers, his ears heating up as he bit cleared his throat. You found it cute how he was acting, thanking him before you noticed your phone charged on the counter, filled with messages from your staff asking where you were and if they needed to send a car to come and get you. You assured them that you were ok and were on your way, clearing your throat as Jae grabbed his own work items and car keys. "I'll drop you off at work if you want. I have to go to that side of town for a meeting anyways." You thanked him, following him to his car before getting into the passenger seat, Jae reaching over to put your seatbelt on for you before heading off to your office.

He rested his hand on your thigh, drumming along to the music on the radio as he drove. You noticed the marks from last night were covered, asking him about it, which made him chuckle. "I got some concealer delivered this morning and figured out how to cover it. Did I do a good job?"

You jokingly said no, Jae chuckling as he squeezed your thigh. You smiled at his laugh, your mind going back to last night. He seemed so gentle with you and so loving with you.

It wasn't hard for you to realize that you had caught some feelings for the man who was driving right now, which made you wonder if he felt the same way.

When he pulled into the office, you both didn't move at first. The drive had felt so fast compared to the drive to his apartment. You cleared your throat before reaching down to pick up the food, Jae turning off the car before picking up the food before you could.

When you asked him what he was doing, he shrugged as he exited the car. "I'm going to be a gentleman and help you take these into your office as you already have to carry your purse."

He said it in a way that let you know that if you told him not to, he would listen. You didn't want to let go of him though, agreeing before closing the car door behind him. He walked with you to your office, ignoring the looks of your many staff members at seeing you two together. You were happy to reach the seclusion of your office, Jae placing the containers down onto the desk before checking his watch. "Alright, I gotta go. I have a meeting with a stylist." You thanked him, hugging him before walking him to the door, only for Jae to stop you from opening the door, leaning over to poke his cheek. When you raised an eyebrow, he chuckled. "Cheek kiss?" You chuckled at his roundabout way of asking for a goodbye kiss, kissing his cheek softly before telling him to hurry to his meet, Jae nodding before leaving. You bit your bottom lip before going back to your desk, opening one of the breakfast containers to see rice, eggs, and sausage. You smiled, sitting down to eat as your secretary came in, an obvious smile on their face.

"You have a meeting at 11 with our skin care team. I'll leave you alone to enjoy your breakfast from Mr. Lim." You didn't say anything as they walked out, only smiling at the taste of the food, before glancing at a text from your phone.

CEO Lim Jaebeom: Enjoy the food, beautiful. If you want, I can cook dinner for you too.

CEO Lim Jaebeom: Swing by my place tonight. You know where it is ;)

Y/N: You do know that I'll be expecting something delicious for taking me from going straight home, right?

CEO Lim Jaebeom: I'm a pretty good chef if I do say so, myself.

CEO Lim Jaebeom: I'll let you judge that tonight over steaks and wine. If it's not up to par, you know I'll go the distance to satisfy you.

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defcravings · 1 year

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idol secrets jb Got7 - Part III

w/c : 4.1k

pairing : jb x reader

genre : fluff, suggestive

synopsis : life has to go back to normal for y/n, breakup or not. when jb sees y/n getting attention from another male idol it touches a nerve. he's desperate to talk to her, will she listen or has he ruined it for good?

the next few days were insufferable. the demand to go back to normal life while your world is in a state of limbo is something you couldn’t fathom. you hadn’t heard from jb in days but the life of an idol waits for no one. you had rehearsals all morning, meetings in the afternoon, evening rehearsals. recordings the next day, guest appearances on radio shows to talk about your recent win. all of which had to be done with a smile. and for the first time in a long time, you had no reason to smile. how could you? initially all you were doing was checking your phone, his activity on instagram, the boys instagrams. radio silence. nothing. like he’d just disappeared from social media. leaving you to make your own scenarios with no confirmation. was he doing the same? checking your instagram 40 times a day, reading old texts? probably not.

day 5 and no message from jb. the compulsive need to check your phone was lessening, possibly from the new album you were recording being all consuming, or maybe you had just got tired of the disappointment. the girls tried to keep you distracted partly because the job demanded it but mostly because they hated seeing you like this. they’d show you funny tiktoks, tweets from Roses, anything to make you smile. you didn't want to let them down, it wasn’t their fault that your love life was turning to shit before your very eyes. they worked so hard to make this dream come true, they deserve this success more than anyone. so you'd put on a face for them. for as long as you had to.

‘what’s the schedule for tomorrow?’ Ara said as she wiped off her makeup. the dorm was the only safe haven, the walls of the room harboured all of the groups secrets. you'd all talk about your families, your dreams, crushes, fears. you trusted the girls with your life and visa versa. ‘we have rehearsals tomorrow at 8am, then meeting with wardrobe for our dance practice video, then Weekly Idol dance battle again’ fuck. ‘I thought we weren’t going to that?’ Mina questioned. my thoughts exactly! ‘they changed the time so we could record for album, our manager sent the email about it last week..’ Ara replied, looking between you and Mina. ‘and that ladies and gentlemen, is why I should be checking my phone..’ you thought. you stayed staring at your hands nervously gripping each other. ‘you’re going to have to face him at some point y/n’ Ara said looking at you, her eyes soft and worried. you nodded sheepishly, knowing it was true. ‘we will all be there.. we have your back’ Mina said rubbing her hand on your back. ‘just pretend he's not there, he doesn’t deserve your attention after he did that’ she continued. you wanted to agree, he didn’t deserve your attention.. but all you wanted was for him to give you his attention. ‘we’d never leave you to eat noodles on your own..’ Ara said placing her hand on your knee, causing everyone to laugh. you knew this would be so much harder if you didn't have your friends with you.

the hours between going to sleep and waking up are never long enough but when you have a day like this today, it really didn’t feel long enough. you did what you had to do, you practiced the routines for your new album, you went to the wardrobe fitting. granted that was always your favourite thing to do even when you didn’t feel up to it. they'd picked out some outfits for your dance practice filming as well as something for Weekly Idol consisting of baggy jeans, strapless black top and arm warmers. very you. there was a bustle in the dressing room from the members and staff, all excited to see you all in your outfits. you fished your phone out of your bag while everyone was still getting ready, you opened Instagram to see Jackson had uploaded a story. you hesitantly pressed to view it, as expected it was a video of bambam dancing- you smiled, you missed hanging out with them. your eyes narrowed, in the back you could see him. it was jb standing with a girl. could be completely innocent you thought. but the big smile plastered on his face said otherwise. you didn’t recognise her, she didn’t look like staff, or from a group that was on the show.. your mind was running wild. was this the real reason he broke it off? or is she giving him the free relationship he wanted? the one you couldn’t? 6 months for what? your mood switched, the feeling of dread turned to drive. you were going to weekly idol, and you were going to show him that you didn’t care. he didn’t care to message you, you didn’t care to be in the same room as him. no more crying over this man.

you all arrived on set, a lot of the groups were already there. as per contracts you weren’t allowed to mingle with other groups prior to filming so you were lead to your designated green room. the girls had all seen the instagram story and had the same reaction; who was she? what’s going on? all of which you'd already tried to answer yourself but couldn’t. ‘girls whatever we think, we act professional. agreed?’ Mina said casting a stern look between all of us. ‘is a slap professional?’ Ara laughed. ‘no I agree, I don’t care what he's doing. we do this for Roses. yes?’ you chime in, almost believing your own words. before anyone could say another word a man clutching a clip board in one hand a coffee in the other entered the room. ‘right ladies we are ready for you’ he said using his clipboard to motion us out the room. with one last look in the mirror we all headed out in single file in true ‘one of us has been betrayed fashion.’

as we enter the main studio you see that most of the other groups have already been brought through and were waiting. the desperation to look round the room and find him was overwhelming, but you kept your eye line straight ahead, following the lead. you all took your seats, you sat on the end. the chatter in the room made it much more bearable this time. everyone seems a lot less nervous. you feel a gentle tap on the shoulder, you look over to see Hyunjin of Stay Kids smiling back at you. it catches the rest of Ro5es attention along with Stray Kids and you greet each other with a smile and bow amongst some low chatter and pleasantries. ‘we wanted to catch you all after the MNET awards, you were amazing’ Bangchan says on the behalf of the group. ‘oh thank you, it was a crazy night, we crashed straight away’ Ara laughed, the rest of us just nodding along. your eyes revert back to Hyunjin who's eyes hadn’t left yours. immediately looking back to bangchan who was still making conversation with the rest of the girls ‘wait you’re still living in the dorm?’ Felix interrupts. no idea how this came up? ‘yeah but we are looking for apartments but no luck so far’ Mina continues. ‘well hyunjin is wanting to move out of his, you should check it out, its not far from YG’ Bangchan says motioning to Hyuinjin to looked like he had only just tuned into the conversation. ‘right, yeah I am. come by anytime’ he said sharing his gaze between the girls until he stops on you. this look lasted not long, but enough time for you to notice in you peripheral a figure looking over at you. your eyes re focus on the figure. jb. how long had he been looking at you? when did he even get here? was he there the whole time? his face looked serious, more serious than you'd ever seen. even when he was breaking up with you. and that's saying something..

your thoughts were interrupted by the host clapping to get everyones attention. the once chattering voices turned into a low lull and then silence, all focus being pulled to the same point. the introductions and plan for the show might as well have not been said, you couldn’t focus.. you hadn’t seen jb in a week, hadn’t heard from him since you broke up. could you even say you broke up, were you ever together really? ‘not now’ you thought to yourself. snapping back your focus as the hosts do their introductions to the cameras and one by one the groups around us do their signature intros garnering a clap from the spectators and groups alike. working their way round the room until it was our turn, you stand up in unison and smile and wave at the camera tunefully saying our intro. you sheepishly take your seat and cast a low look over to where the tension resides. over to jb, who's eyes were sharp and serious. even when doing the got7 intro, his demeanour never changed. you wanted the ground to swallow you whole, this was painful. was he going to look furious the whole time? at what? ‘I should be the angry one’ you thought to yourself.

the games commenced, one by one a song by another group present started playing- a member from each of the remaining groups scrambling to the centre of the room to complete the dance (hysterically) to gain points. The room would erupt into laughter every time, especially when the boy groups would put on their best performance of the girls’ songs. no matter how funny you thought it was, you couldn't help but cast a look over to jb every now and again, never meeting his eye line. he was avoiding you. obviously too. which was only frustrating you more and more.

‘okay! good job everyone, I don't think we’ve ever had a group execute ‘POP’ quite like that, well done Felix’ the host laughed, being echoed by the rest of Stray Kids. ‘RO5ES, you guys are working on your first album, can you show us anything you've been working on?’ the host queried, looking between you all as you smiled. ‘we’ve just recorded our dance practice for one of our songs, we’d love to show you that!’ Ara beamed, clasping her hands together. ‘OH!! yes yes yes, come on!’ the other host corralled. one by one you all began to stand up and take your formations, this was the first time you'd performed it in front of anyone who wasn’t staff or you manager. and in front of other professionals seemed like the worst possible audience to perform in front of. while you desperately tried to rationalise your thoughts the music began to play, the intro slowly building up until it was time. the energy of the song was stronger than your debut single, it made you all feel powerful. Mina started off the song, her vocals crisp and clean coupled with her hard hitting dancing. the song felt like mere seconds before it was your turn to begin the chorus. you hitched your breath, a million thoughts running through your mind all in a second. ‘is he watching? what's he thinking? why wouldn't he look at me?’ but there was no time to conclude an answer, you began to sing the chorus as the girls gathered round you in formation waiting for the dance break. if you were going to perform any song today, thank god it was this one. you needed some strength here.

a roar of applause and cheers from the surrounding groups filled the room as you finished in your positions. you made your looks at the camera before returning to your clear exhaustion. you all thanked everyone and took your seats. ‘wow wow! amazing!’ one host said, his mouth agape. ‘yes amazing, what did you all think?’ he said turning our attention to the groups behind us. ‘I mean it was incredible, you all work so well together!’ Bangchan began, followed by Felix ‘we loved it, couldn't stop watching’ he said nudging Hyunjin who looked like someone had just been brought back from the dead before his very eyes. snapping back to, he laughed ‘yes very good’ causing the room to erupt with laughing at his bland statement contradicting the look on his face seconds ago. ‘got7 you've been doing this for a long time, have you ever seen a performance like that?’ the second host questioned. they all looked at each other for a second, deciding who was going to speak. finally after what felt like hours of deliberation, Jackson spoke up. ‘yeah we loved it, especially this bit’ he said as he leapt out his chair and threw his arm over jb’s shoulder and rolled his body down to his feet causing a loud laugh from the rest of the boys. but all you could look at was jb, his face cold looking and sharp. his eyes move over to you, your body goes cold. how does he have that effect with only his eyes. Jackson returns to his seat as the room mellows down again. you're still looking at him, his gaze has returned to the camera then down at his feet. you can't work out what he's thinking, he doesn’t give much away as it is.. but now you really have no idea.

‘AND CUT! okay thank you everyone, good job today!’ he director shouts. you look back at the girls, they’re already looking at you. ‘ignore him, what's his problem?’ Ara retorts. she's mad. as are you. ‘yeah ignore him. but should we take a look at Hyunjin’s apartment? please! I can't live in that tiny dorm any longer. my clothes need their own room!’ Mina pleaded, pulling you all over to where Stray Kids are still sat. the boys attention turns to you all awkwardly stood in front of them. ‘um, would you mind us looking at your apartment?’ Mina begins. hyunjin looks like his desperately trying to find his words. ‘um yeah! yeah let me get your numbers and we can sort something out!’ he said pulling his phone out his back pocked. you all do the same, opening up your contacts and typing in his number. before you could type his number in he pulls your phone out your hand and into his. you look behind you, the girls are all facing away whispering about their schedule and when this is going to happen. the same with the boys, no one seems to be watching. he finishes typing and swings the phone back to face you, looking down at you with a low stare. your eyes dart between his left and right, trying to never let them settle. ‘I'll text you’ he said releasing the phone back into your hand. ‘yeah okay just let us know..’ you said nervously. ‘no. ill text you.’ he said, emphasising the you. oh. you take a step back, garnering the girls attention. ‘thank you, see you later’ Mina said, initiating a bow from us and them. hyunjin didn't bow, his eyes were locked on yours.

as you turn around you begin to relax. shit that was tense. the girls are walking ahead of you, clearly excited that they firstly; might have found an apartment. secondly; that they just got hyunjin from Stray Kids number. they're excitement turning them into little school girls. you looked down at your phone as you followed them a few steps behind. your contacts were already open. the forefront page ‘hyunjin x’ so that's what he was doing.. before you could even lock your phone you we spun in the opposite direction and pushed into a closing door. your eyes not knowing where you were, desperately trying to relocate. the grip on your arm loosened allowing you to relax a little, you lifted your head up to see a very stern jb looking back at you. your heart sank, he was so close. immediately you were taken back to that day at the restaurant. you hadn’t seen that look anywhere else. and with that look came upset and heartache. what did he want?

‘you enjoying yourself?’ he questioned, his eyes so intimidating it would make a grown man question himself. his tone didn’t have the same positivity as the words he was saying.. it was a loaded question. ‘what do you mean?’ you replied, very quietly. like that fear had made that the loudest you could speak. his gaze narrowed, like he was shocked at what you said. you braced yourself, not knowing what he was going to say or do. ‘we broke up a week ago and you're getting someone else’s number in front of me. do you think that's funny?’ he said, his voice getting slightly louder. you furrowed your brow in confusion, you knew that wasn’t what was happening, so how could he think that? ‘we are going to view his apartment! he's moving. jb are you serious?!’ you reply, getting equally as frustrated. ‘you think im stupid? he was staring at you all day, you think he wants you to come and view his apartment? are you that stupid?’ he retorted. that hurt.. he’d never insulted you before. your anger disbursed into hurt, plastering a look of disappointment onto your face. ‘thanks jb. are you done now?’ you said mustering up everything inside of you to stay calm. he took a step back running his hands through his hair before placing his hands in his pockets. ‘what are you doing..?’ he questions, his tone calmer. ‘im working jb, im trying to work without this being a problem but you're making it really fucking hard when youre staring at me all the time, dragging me into room to shout at me for stuff I haven’t even done!’ you say starting to get angry again. ‘y/n you're acting like this has been easy for me. I hate seeing you. I hate seeing you and knowing that even afterwards I can't see you’ he says, eyes starting to get tearful. ‘you ended it with me! what do you expect me to do! Im not begging for you back when you ended it!’ you begin to raise your voice. jb’s attention turns to the door.. footsteps. ‘shit’ he whispers. you hear them too. they're getting closer.

jb strides towards you, grabbing your arm with one hand and clasping his other over your mouth as he drags your over to the other side of the room. quickly pulling open a cupboard door and backing your stunned body into it and closing it behind you. your once illuminated faces now engulfed in darkness, only the light of the room coming through the crack in the door. he's looking through the gap, eyes intensely locked on what's going on outside. you should have been scared. you too should have been looking out there. but your eyes were locked on the silhouette of his face, the tip of his nose gaining most of the light, just enough hitting the colour of his eyes and the outline of his lips. his breathing didn’t seem phased, meanwhile yours felt low and laboured. granted his hand was still over your mouth but the fact that you were now in a very tightly confined space with jb was probably the main factor. the footsteps had reached a stop. his eyes flicked back to you, like he was trying to figure out if you were thinking the same thing as him. if it was ‘oh fuck’ then yes, yes you were. the handle of the office door began to turn downwards followed by the door opening fully. once again... oh fuck. ‘did I leave the lights on?’ you heard a familiar voice say. it was the director from earlier. without a second thought he flicked them off and closed the door. earning a sigh of relief from both you and jb. he released his hand from your mouth and let in trail down your shoulder a touch. you couldn’t tell if that was intentional or if the lack of space was just really doing you a favour.

the silence continued. this time in complete darkness. ‘so.. should we get out?’ you whisper. you can feel him in front of you, his tall frame over you making your knees feel like they could buckle at any given moment. ‘we could.. or’ he finally said, trailing of his words as you felt the air between you two close. his hands once again returning to your face, cupping it delicately. his lips met yours as you both took and euphoric breath in. your arms trail up his front to reach his neck and clasp them behind his head. your bodies and mouths so in sync with each other moving in perfect time. letting him take the lead was usually how it went, but this kiss felt different. it was still filled with anger and betrayal. progressively getting more and more heated, within an instant he lifted you up; wrapping your legs around him, gripping onto the door for stability. he had one hand wrapped around your waist and the other under your legs. dangerous territory. how did you go from arguing to this? and if every argument was going to end like this, you'd never say sorry. the fury and passion of the kiss turned to a tender more meaningful moment. slow and careful. he began to lower you down, finding your feet on the ground again, adjusting your connection to the new height. gently he pulls away, you didn’t want it to be over. if it was over there was a risk of going back to how this were. him ignoring you. you being broken and putting on a face. ‘that was close..’ he uttered between breaths. you'd forgotten that someone almost found you two. you wondered if he was referring to that or if something else was too close. because if so.. you felt the same. ‘oh yeah.. too close’ you said, delicately adjusting your top. ‘that too..’ he whispered, laughing slightly. great minds think alike.

you chucked back, knowing full well what he was thinking about. silence fell on your little cupboard of safety. seconds felt like an age. you slowly pushed the cupboard door open, letting in what little light was in the room into the small space. you stepped out into the cooler air- it had got hot in there. you sat down on one of the tables that centred the room. jb limply took his seat on the table opposite. you just stared at each other, like you'd already exchanged all your words. ‘I should get back; the girls will be wondering where I've got to’ you said in a whisper, as though you were still in the cupboard. ‘I told the boys to keep them busy..’ he said with an obnoxious smirk on his face. he knows all too well what he's doing.

‘so.. will you see me tomorrow?’ he continued, like he was dying to ask this question all along. you hesitated for a moment. ‘to talk about what?’ you questioned, softly. ‘I don't care if its a secret or public, I can't be without you..’ he says looking long into your eyes. earning a small smile from you, reflecting on his face. you push yourself off the table and lazily walk over to him, arms swinging down by your sides; playfully avoiding eye contact. you stop a few feet away from him, teasing the distance. he lets out a humorous puff of air from his nose, looking at you like you're taunting him. he reaches out and grabs your waist with both of his hands and pulls you into the space between his legs quicker than you can even think. the space between you is resemblant of the cupboard, even in this big space you feel the air is tight. ‘don't mess with me’ he said, low and sultry. ‘id never’ you respond, closing the distance between your lips for a few seconds. never touching. a his eyes begin to close, preparing to ease himself into the kiss; you quickly pull out his light grip of your hips and open the door; closing it behind you. jb opens his eyes quickly, seeing you on the other side of the door. his arms still stuck in the position he was holding you in but now a funny betrayed look plastered on his face. you'd never felt so smug, leaving him sat there. you raise your hand and give him a little wave before turning heels and walking back to the dressing room.

you’ll see him tomorrow.

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im back! sorry its been so long, life has been so busy this year. wasn’t really in the headspace to write for a long time, but I really enjoyed writing this. hope you all enjoyed too!

lmk if there's anything else you'd like me to write in-between parts <3

love u x

#jay b #got7 im jaebeom #got7 imagines #jb imagines #jb got7 #jaebum #lim jaebeom #Jaebom

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melikeygot7 · 2 years

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DRABBLE FOR LIM JAEBEOM:

(NSFW below this, minors please do not interact, this is 18+ content)

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Sex can be all different things.

It can be bad, it can be good. It can be goofy or it can be serious. Sometimes sex is a way to express certain emotions. Comfort, love, anger, hate and sometimes, it’s just a carnal expression of lust that is so undeniable that it hits you in the not greatest moments.

Like now.

He’s supposed to be at dance practice, in fact, he was supposed to be at dance practice twenty minutes ago. You drove him here for practice, not for a quickie on your car.

As he was peeling your sweatpants down and smothering your hips with kisses, you reminded him of his schedule. He brushed you off, muttering a quiet “shh baby, lemme’ get these offa’ you” and if he wasn’t concerned, you weren’t going to be either.

“Fuck,” he hisses, grappling his sweat slicked palms over your thighs to squeeze him tighter, “you’re so wet baby, god, your gonna’ make me come.”

You grin at him, shifting your own palms behind you for more purchase against the trunk of the car, making sure to stick your chest out that little bit further. He’s got this furrow to his brow as he grunts with every push into your sopping cunt, his mind lost to how good you look letting him fuck you like this.

He’s got his eyes glued to your tits, your shirts collar tucked under the swell of them and the harsh, led lights of the garage parking is making his saliva on your nipples seem glossy and makes your stiffened flesh shine like diamonds.

You would later smack his shoulder and glare at him when he would inevitably bring up how you let him fuck you in the parking lot of the studio the band was using for rehearsals where anyone could walk in, tits out and moans echoing in the cement building like some sort of cheap whore but just like your concern for his punctuality, it’s the last thing on your mind.

The only thing your thinking about right now, other than how sexy it is when he whimpers out your name, is how it never ceases to amaze you how he can go from one mood to another, switching from a sleepy passenger in your car as you drove him to his early practice, moaning and bitching about agreeing to such a early start time to sucking on your nipples and fingering you against your car in such a short span of time.

You don’t know what changed, what you did to suddenly make him think “hey, let’s get my dick wet before two hours of gruelling physical exercise” or what emotion you’d pin this on but you’re just happy to let him make you come, even if you were getting a little cold.

“Rub my clit,” you pant, shooting a hand up to grip at his shoulder when he angles himself to lean over you more, tossing your head back as you feel the heat of an orgasm spreading in the base of your spine, “make me come Beommie.”

He follows your instructions like the obedient partner he is, letting one of your thighs go to press a thumb above where he’s currently cleaving your open, using some of the slick on your thighs that could be arousal or saliva to give you what you want.

You shudder and plant your heels on the lip of the bumper, pulling him down closer and arching yourself up, “Just like that-fuck, fuck- don’t stop angel, good god-“

You come first, your whole body bending and jerking when he gets as deep as he can, his thumb cemented to your clit as your hips shake and flex under his. Your skin feels like it’s actually vibrating and you can feel how hard you’re clenching down on him, desperate to get him deeper and deeper even though you know he can’t.

“That’s it pretty girl, love it when you come on me,” he groans, slamming into you harder and harder, shivering when he hears the noises your cunts making around his dick, “you want me to come in you, huh? You want it?”

You nod your head, mouth slack and getting pushed into near ecstasy as he overstimulates beyond belief, not wanting it to end but knowing if he keeps going, you’re not making the drive home.

“I want it,” you whimper, making sure to wobble your bottom lip when he looks to your face, his tongue peeking out to lick his own lips at the sight of your blown out eyes and swollen lips, “I want you to come in me, please? I need your come Beom, I need it.”

“You’ve been such a good girl,” he nods, hips losing rhythm and almost talking to himself more than you, “my good girl, my pretty girl. Wanna’ fill you up, keep you happy and dripping with me.”

He’s coming before he even gets out “dripping”, whether he knows it or not. You know him too well, know how his face screws up just before he comes every time and how much of a sucker he is for raw dogging you in private, yet open spaces to stake a metaphorical claim on you for all the world to see even though no one ever does.

He pulls you into him, hand on your waist yanking you forward involuntarily until your wrap your arms around his shoulders and to let him shake and shiver against you. He’s humping and rutting into you now that your closer, cursing and moaning and whimpering into your neck as he pumps his come into you.

He gets so desperate to get as deep and as close as he can to and into you that it’s near godesque worship in your eyes. He’s so eager to please you, to have you be his “good girl” and keep you satisfied that even though his fresh from an orgasm, head muddled and hot, his thumb hasn’t left your clit and he’s still trying to reach as deep as he can, knowing you like the closeness and liking it himself, just as much.

“Fuck, you’re irresistible,” he mutters, nosing below your ear and laughing gently, moving his hand away from your pussy when you squirm at the overstimulation, “like you were put on this earth just to tempt me.”

“Please,” you laugh, squeezing him close and laying your head on his shoulder, “all I did was drive you here, you’re the one giving in to these non-existent temptations. I’m just living my life.”

“It’s cause I love you,” he mutters near petulantly, pulling away to show you his pout and messy hair, “and you look pretty when you’re doin’ stuff for me. Was too tired to drive.”

“So this was a thank you?” you laugh again, pressing a quick kiss to the crest of his lips when he pouts harder, “You fucked me on the trunk of my car, in the middle of a parking lot where anyone could see us, cause you’re thankful you didn’t have to drive?”

“Yeah,” he pouts, “but also cause I love you.”

You smile at him, eyes taking in the flush to his cheeks and the warm glow of his honey tinted eyes under the bright lights and rolling your eyes at him playfully. He’s an idiot, but he’s your idiot.

You didn’t need a thank you, driving him to work is just something you do once in a while when he has to leave early. You’re a morning person, awake even on your days off at six in the morning and doing something. He’s a night owl, waking up and being all around groggy any earlier than ten is expected and natural, driving him made you feel safer than letting him operate heavy machinery after almost walking into the bathroom door cause he couldn’t open his eyes this morning.

You don’t like to use sex as a thank you, makes something in your gut churn a little sour but you know he likes too. He likes to press kiss after kiss to your face when you pick him up from the studio, he never fails to cling to you all night after you feed the cats for him when he’s busy. He buys you flowers and does your laundry for you when you schedule doctors appointments or do the groceries for him, even when it’s his week to do so, and you guess having him fuck you until you see stars for giving him a lift is just too on brand for him for you to be a little twisted about it.

“Next time, just buy me a coffee and a kiss.”

“Coffee doesn’t mean I get to come in you though.”

A thankful, loveable idiot.

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