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mykoreanlove · 2 years ago

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Can I see you tonight?

“You are doing WHAT? Y/N, are you out of your fucking mind?”

The slightly annoyed voice shouting at you through your phone was no other than your best friend. “You cried so much because of that man-whore and now you’re going to his place? What is wrong with you?”

Fair enough, you had asked yourself that as well. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. What’s your motive?”

You sighed in defeat. “See, I thought about that, too. It’s true, JB hurt me badly. And I should be over him and all but I’m not. I am still thinking about him, wishing that it would be different. I… I miss him. And I haven’t heard from him in so long, I just.. I just want to know what he’s got to say to me. Can’t you understand that?”

Your friend sighed in annoyance. “What are you wearing?”

That question caught you by surprise. “Huh?”

“Y/N, don’t play dumb with me. What are you wearing?”

You looked down at yourself and started describing your outfit. Black sports leggings, red hoodie and leather boots. “Oh, you mean the sports leggings that accentuates your bubble butt? And the red hoodie that makes your eyes pop? And not to forget the leather boots that look sexy as fuck on you?”

You gulped, not saying a word. “What are you wearing underneath?”

It was pointless to lie, so you told her the truth. “Red lacy thong..”, you mumbled. “And?” You rolled your eyes, thankful that she couldn’t see it. “No bra.”

“Y/N, I swear to god. You are going over there because you want him to fuck you! Seriously? That bastard behaved like he fell for you only to ghost you and you’re thinking of fucking his dick?”

Hearing her talk like that made your stomach turn. She wasn’t all wrong but she wasn’t all right either. Did you put a lot of thought into your outfit? Of course you did. When Jaebeom ditched you it hurt like hell, so naturally you wanted payback. Getting dolled up, showing off your goodies to tease him – anything really that would make him regret dumping you.

You thought of all possible scenarios in your head. Would he apologize and confess his love to you? Would he fuck you and make you leave? Would he apologize and introduce a new girlfriend to you? Would he even be at home or was this all a prank? Endless possibilities roamed your head until you decided to stop thinking. The last thing you needed was a headache.

“Listen, I know you worry about me and I appreciate that. I am curious what he has got to say to me. And if he isn’t saying anything at all, I can at least ask why he ended things the way he did. Anything after that? Total uncertainty. Maybe I’ll see him and be turned off by him. Maybe I understand his ways and feel empathy for him. Maybe I decide I am done with him and leave. Or maybe I’ll use him just like he used me… It’s been a while and a girl got needs. Is that noble? No. But the world is complex, it’s not black and white. Especially not with JB. At least, I want to be prepared.”

You hung up as you arrived at his place. You scanned the bell for his name, taking a deep breath before pushing it. “Jaebeom, please don’t make me regret this.”

His apartment was on the third floor. You took each step nervously, not knowing what to expect from him. You were wondering if his heart was racing as fast as yours. When you made it to his floor you noticed his door being open ajar, him being nowhere in sight though. You collected yourself one last time before grabbing the handle and entering.

“JB?”

He was rushing to the front door, cheeks slightly red because he didn’t make it on time. “Y/N! I’m so happy to see you. Come on in!”

You took a good look at him. He was dressed casually – black joggers and a white shirt that accentuated his defined body. His hair was longer though, falling into his beautiful features effortlessly. He still had the same aura about him. He was confident in a silent, down to earth way. “Fuck”, you muttered under your breath. Hating him just got a lot harder.

“Did you eat? I cooked for us.” He beamed you a sly smile and ushered you into the kitchen. It smelled heavenly and you started to relax for the first time. You were too nervous to eat before, so you welcomed the pleasant smell of your favorite dish. “I made you tteokbokki. It’s your favorite, right?”

You thought back to the first time you had tteokbokki with him. It felt like ages ago, even though it only had been months. You were sitting on his couch eating, trying your best not to go up in flames as it was way too spicy for you. JB looked at you concerned. “Is it good?” You took a deep breath, nodding. “Yes, but it’s so fucking spicy!” He sprinted over to you immediately. “Oh, let me extinguish the heat then.” And with that he kissed you – sweetly and innocently.

You got pulled out of your memories as he handed you a plate. “Come on, let’s eat.” You barely touched your food – not because it was too spicy but because you were too nervous to eat. Up ‘til now you only talked about irrelevant things – what you had been up to, work, your family, plans for the remaining year. Jaebeom barely looked at you which you took as a sign of his nervousness. Why was he nervous though? You were the one that got rejected.

He got up and put on some music, dimming the lights to change the mood. Your stomach churned again, you had never been this nervous with him. He sat next to you on the black couch and just watched you.

“What?”

“Sorry, I, I thought this would be easier but it’s not.. It’s hard for me actually.”

You were confused. “What is?”

He grinned embarrassed. “Seeing you again. I know I fucked up and I wanted to talk about it but now that I’m actually seeing you it’s so hard.” He gulped nervously.

A ping of relief washed over you. He wanted to apologize, that was good! But you wouldn’t go easy on him, you wanted to see him suffer. You turned around and faced him directly, your doe eyes looking at him innocently while you were licking your lips seductively.

“Go on. You can do it, JB.”

He laughed. God, you missed his voice so much. The deep, honeylike voice that whispered the sweetest and naughtiest things into your ear.

“I wish I could find the right words and give you a proper explanation, Y/N. But I wasn’t in the right mind back then. I felt so lost.”

He took a halt and waited. That was not enough, no. You wanted more, you wanted a proper explanation from him. Maybe you needed to help him start?

You stood up and re-positioned yourself – on his lap facing him intimately. Jaebeom’s eyes widened in shock. His hands travelled to your sides automatically, squeezing your hips and ass. You caressed his face, tucking the lose strands of hair behind his ear.

“I am listening, Jaebeom.”

You felt him getting hard underneath you, grinning vigorously. He was holding back so much and you knew.

“I had been single for a short while when we met. And I wanted to keep it that way. You know, have some fun and move on. And it worked perfectly with all the girls before you but you y/n, you were different.”

You saw the pain in his eyes and felt good. It was petty but you were hurt and now you wanted him to suffer, too. You placed sweet little kisses along his jawline, whispering. “Different how?”

Jaebeom sighed heavily, trying to control himself.

“You were one of a kind. You still are.”

You let go of his jaw and watched him carefully.

“I had never met someone like you, y/n. You are so beautiful and funny. Smart and creative. Like I could talk to you about the most stupid stuff as well as my biggest fears. I was so drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. I felt my best when I was with you. But also my… worst.”

The last part caught you by surprise. You wanted to get up and get some space between the two of you but he held you tight by your wrists.

“Listen to me, please. I felt my worst because I knew I couldn’t live up to you. I wasn’t the man you deserved to be with. I was acting like a big fuckboy, running away from my demons and facing different pussies instead of my baggage. I didn’t deserve to be with you.”

You started to tear up. Never ever had you thought of this possibility. Did you think of him leaving you because you were not good enough? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you sucked in bed? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you were just not what a guy wanted? You bet. But this?

His honesty caught you off guard.

„I knew that you wouldn‘t let go of me, y/n. I saw it in your eyes. So I did what I always do best: fuck up. I had to hurt you so badly, hoping that you would forget about me. Did you…?” He paused for a brief moment. “Did you forget about me?”

You held back tears as you were facing him. You hated being weak, but you couldn’t help it right now. With a very low voice you answered. “I tried to. I tried kissing someone else, I tried dating someone else but I… I always thought about you.”

You looked down at your lap, too embarrassed to face him. Jaebeom grabbed your chin with his fingers and looked at you lovingly. “Funny enough, I did the same thing. I tried to forget about you by getting with other girls but none of them did the trick. No one ever compared to you, y/n.”

You grabbed his hand that was holding your chin and squeezed it lightly. Tears started to fall from your eyes as you asked him again. “What changed? Why now?”

Jaebeom’s fingers landed on your cheeks, wiping away the salty tears you cried because of him. “I wonder how many tears you must have cried because of me, y/n. I am so sorry. I really, really am.” He looked at you sincerely, you were believing his every word. With a sigh he explained further. “I got tired of running away. I got tired of playing this game that I’m bound to loose. I want to be with you. I know I’m not perfect and I can’t change what I did but I want to be better. For you. I want to be the man you deserve to be with. If you let me, of course.”

He looked at you nervously. “Will you let me, y/n?”

You chuckled in relief, as well. “Of course, you idiot. Of course, I will.”

His eyes lit up with excitement as he realized what you had said. Not even a second after he crushed his lips onto yours, kissing you like it was the first time. You made out for a while, in desperate need for each other. He interrupted each kiss with another declaration of love.

“I will make it up to you, y/n.” Kiss. “I missed you so fucking much.” Kiss. “God, I’m such an idiot.” Kiss. “What did I do to ever deserve you?” Kiss. “Thank you.” Kiss. “Thank you for giving me another chance.” Kiss. “I won’t fuck up this time.” Kiss. “I promise”. Kiss.

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toldbygifs · 5 months ago

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Gif Pack [Updated 03/2025] › This pack contains 210 medium-sized gifs of IM JAEBEOM (born 1994, of Korean descent), created from various videos between 2024 and 2025.

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oraclekleo · 3 years ago

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Im Jae Beom (GOT7 / Solo) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

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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hwangyeonjun · 4 years ago

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bonus day 33 - punishment

pairing: jaebeom x gn!reader

warnings: smut(+18), spanking, mean jaebeom, possessiveness

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you were shamelessly bent over jaebeom’s lap as he caressed your ass before giving another harsh slap. “i hope you’ll learn your lesson” he sneered.

before you could answer, another slap reached you, making you whimper, your eyes already welded with tears as you bit your lip.

“you’re mine” jaebeom grunted before slapping again. “tell me”

“i-i’m your jaebeom. only yours” you stuttered, defeated against his hold. you knew that you’ll get in trouble when you flirted with that bartender but maybe that was your aim after all.

jaebeom is usually sweet, lovely and warm. and you loved him with all your heart but mean, jealous and possessive jaebeom never failed to turn you on. you loved the way he claimed you. you loved being completely at his mercy.

after a few more slaps, he lifted you up and his face softened for a moment when he saw your tear stained face but as soon as you smiled softly at him reassuring, his face went cold again.

“all mine”

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3raaaachachacha · 4 years ago

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8:17 pm

Im Jaebeom x female reader / 614 words / smut

Warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, cursing, fingering, jerking off

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

Day thirteen of kinktober - im jaebeom x phone sex

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You knew that dating an idol wasn’t always the most ideal situation, but you knew that you could make it work. Jaebeom always knew where you stood with him and you were always the first thing he thought of when he woke up. You seemed to find yourself incredibly horny when he wasn’t around and what made it worse was that no matter how hard you tried, your fingers were never enough.

Having no other option than to take matters into your own hands, you stood in front of your full-length mirror in your bedroom in your cute baby pink lingerie set. You grabbed your phone, deciding to send a racy picture to your boyfriend, one that you knew would have him going insane. After a few pictures, you sent your favorite before moving towards your bed, laying flat against the cotton sheets before trailing one of your hands from your neck to your breasts. Pinching one of the already erect nipples before continuing down, slipping your hand inside your panties.

You could already feel how wet you were, images of how things could have gone if Jaebeom were here with you. Before you could even get going, the ring of your phone went off catching you off guard. Groaning in frustration, you removed your hands from your panties and immediately perked up when you saw Jaebeom’s name flashing across the screen.

With a smirk, you placed it on speaker, “Hi babe,” You purred into the speaker as you heard him chuckle in response.

“Someone’s feeling a little needy. Aren’t you, baby?” He inquired and you hummed in response, “What were you doing before I called?” He asked innocently, but you knew right now he was going to be anything but innocent, “Were you touching yourself?”

“Yeah,” You sighed, “I was thinking of all the times you’ve fucked me so good that I couldn't walk. Or how magical your fingers feel inside of me,” You said, feeling your core heat up.

There was silence for a few seconds, the only sounds heard were yours and Jaebeom’s breathing before he finally spoke up, “I want to hear you touch yourself. Do it for me.”

You compiled without complaint, laying back against the flush bed, one of your free hands pushing your panties to the side before starting to play with your clit, “Jae,” You moaned and heard him take a sharp intake of breath.

“Keep going baby, Make yourself feel good by using your fingers,” He demanded and you quickly listened, sinking one of your fingers into your pulsing sex.

“I miss you,” You hummed into the phone, fingers working on making yourself feel good, “I wish you were here with me, making me cum.”

“I miss you too, baby,” He groaned and by the sounds of it, he was definitely in the process of unclipping his belt to jerk himself off, “Add another finger and keep moaning my name like the good girl you are,” Jaebeom exhaled, hand moving up and down his length, already feeling embarrassingly close from the sound of your whimpers and moans.

Hearing the sound of Jaebeom’s grunts only helped to turn you on even more, causing you to let out another moan and thrust your fingers at a faster pace, “I want you, Jaebeom. I want to touch you.”

“Soon, baby. So soon,” He groaned loudly, “But right now, you need to be a good girl and cum with me and show me so that when I’m back home, I can reward my pretty girl,” He said with a chuckle and before you knew it, you were receiving a facetime request to prove that you’ve listened to his instructions.

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smileysuh · 5 years ago

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beommie : Got7

🌙 starring. Jaebeom x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. The boys in the chat are quick to make fun of Jaebeom’s ‘furry con attendee’ status, so he makes them eat their words.

cw/ tw.cam sex, Jokes about Jaebeom being a furry, legitimate use of collars, cat ears, and a small buttplug with a cat tail, oral (m/f receiving), fingering, anal (with small buttplug), vibrator use, face fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, honestly… the chat made fun of Jaebeom for being a ‘furry’ and he is not happy about it, etc...

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 3.7k

🍭 aus. cam girl reader, poly idols, idols sharing a fuck buddy, dirty boy idols, etc...

☀️ mlist + an. cam room directory here - this fic is covered in audio by the Kpop Pillow Talk Podcast, listen here

TeamWang: Where are the cat ears?

PubGMarkT: fffffff

TeamWang: we all know he has some

Jaebeom is happily oblivious to the men already roasting him in the chat room. He watches you with a lazy smile as you set the camera up, the two of you talking casually about your day and the weather.

HeyChannie: y r they talking about the weather???????

HeyChannie: READ MY COMMENTS!!! > : (

HeyChannie has donated $69

Lucas99 has donated $69

Hendery99 has donated $69

PubGMarkT: Johnny come take care of ur kids

NiceGuyJohnny: they’re not mine, i swear

NiceGuyJohnny: or they’d know how to DONATE PROPERLY

NiceGuyJohnny has donated $420

You’re getting used to the bickering on the chat, and you always enjoy going back and seeing the interactions. Whoever said Superm was the new avengers group of kpop has not seen your roster of regulars for your cam show.

You’ve decided that for today, you’ll have a computer open so you can see the chat, but do the filming from your phone, which will make things easier.

Once your phone is placed well on Jaebeom’s desk, you turn to him, hands settling on his shoulders as you straddle him, earning yourself a soft smile.

“You look cute,” he tells you, hands smoothing up and down your waist.

“No, you,” you insist. “I like this hair on you.” You play with a piece between two fingers and inspect it. Grunge Eboy Jaebeom is a sight to see, especially with the nose piercing. You miss the bar that used to leave two delicate studs on his cheekbone. “The boys want to know where your cat ears are,” you tell him, voice lowering as your lips move to his neck.

A tingle runs through Jaebeom’s body, you’ve always had this affect on him, it’s so easy for you to get him riled up. Your lips on his neck, the mention of cat ears, remembering that his friends are watching-

“They want cat ears?” Jaebeom asks, perking up beneath you.

You laugh. “Yeah.”

“Should I bring out your box, kitten?” Jaebeom’s soft hands turn hard, one reaching up to wrap around your neck, forcing you to look into his dark eyes.

You simply nod, Jaebeom has a few 'taboo’ kinks that the two of you have explored before.

The whole ‘Kitten’ thing started as a joke, but when you first started fucking, you realized pretty quickly that Jaebeom really enjoys collars, cat ears, and - when he’s feeling extra wound up - he enjoys it when you wear a little butt plug he got you with a removable faux cat tail, pink, to match your cat ears. Jaebeom prefers less talking when you’re dressed up for him, prefers moaning to words.

His eyes shift past you to the computer, he can see the chat going insane. If they want to make fun of him for being a ‘furry con attendee’ then he’ll give them a show, he’ll make them want to attend furry con too.

Jaebeom easily tosses you off of him and onto the bed, standing and disappearing from the camera to go grab his ‘kitten’ box from where it’s well hidden in his closet.

You take the time to look at the chat, eyes scanning comments.

“Did someone make a Furry group chat?” you laugh, noticing the fact that, as far as you can tell, your ‘designated furry’ idol’s have popped up.

KittyTae is probably Taeyong from NCT, and TrueCatLordHo feels like Minho from Stray Kids, but you can’t be sure.

“Furry group chat?” Jaebeom laughs from the closet, rifling around the box to choose what he’s interested in.

TheJinyoung: The day there’s a furry idol gc is the day I lose hope in humanity.

TeamWang: you still have hope?!!?!?!?!?!

Lucas99: fffftttttttt

Hendery99: !!!!!!!!!

HeyChannie: Taeyong has a furry gc 👀 👀 👀

You’re giggling at the interactions when Jaebeom comes back, arms wrapping around your waist to once more throw you onto the bed. You laugh, sitting up slightly on your elbows to inspect the toys he’s brought back with him.

“Clothes off before you get to see,” Jaebeom tells you, hiding the goodies behind his back.

You huff and sit up fully, tearing your hoodie off to show your naked torso beneath - you’d stopped wearing bras to Jaebeom hook ups on date number two - then you stand, turning your back to Jaebeom and the camera.

You sway your hips slightly, trying to put on a show as you bend over to remove your sweats and panties, teasing the men who are watching you before you get back on the bed, seated on your knees with your hands on your thighs.

“Good girl,” Jaebeom praises you, approaching the mattress slowly. He comes to kneel behind you, and you wait patiently as he secures a pink fuzzy collar around your neck.

Your heart is racing in your chest, and although you can see the comment section in the cam room going wild, you can’t read what they’re saying.

You and Jaebeom have done kinky things, but something in his aura today tells you that it’s going to be... different.

Next, Jaebeom puts the cat ear headband into place, fingers threading through your hair.

“Do you want a tail today princess?” he asks, always giving you the option to refuse anal.

You understand why there is an odd stigma around anal, it had been odd when you’d first tried it. But Jaebeom made sure to get you small butt plugs, ones that you can handle. You nod, licking your lips as you watch Jaebeom move around.

He really does allow you to be as much of a pillow princess as you want to be, taking care of you 100%, and you know anything he wants, he will ask for.

This makes life easy with Jaebeom.

He pulls the butt plug out from where he’d been hiding it in his left hand. It’s cute, probably both of your favourite plug, and you can feel yourself getting wet just looking at it.

“Gonna prep you,” Jaebeom tells you, running a hand through his hair as he sets the plug down on the foot of the bed, “and then I’ll get your phone and take a good video putting it in, okay?”

“And then?” you ask, wondering what else he has planned. He always has something planned.

“And then, if you’re good, we can have fun.” That’s the only explanation he gives you for the events to come.

He’s now seated on the floor at the foot of the bed, and one yank of your calf drags you towards him.

Jaebeom is another idol who’s great at eating girls out. He goes all in, not afraid to be as vulgar and sloppy as possible to get you to cum, which you always do.

He turns a little, giving the phone camera view of your pussy.

“So wet already,” he says, his thumb coming up to gently rub your clit. He licks his lips and you grab onto the bed in preparation of his tongue. Fuck, his tongue is amazing.

He likes to tease you, to work you up with little kitten licks that have you mewling.

One of your hands grabs at his hair, eagerly pulling him closer to your core. You want to feel his tongue inside of you, it’s never big enough, but there’s something different about the feeling that makes your toes curl.

His thumb works your clit in gentle, slow circles as his tongue finally laps deeply at your folds. Small sounds are leaving your lips and you’ve noticed that as soon as your collar is on, it brings out this primal side of you.

Jaebeom loves little whimpers, and every sound you make just pushes him to go harder. You can hear his tongue working you, and it just makes you wetter, the chord in your tummy coiling tightly as you get closer and closer to your orgasm.

Jaebeom doesn’t even tell you to cum, doesn’t lift his face or say a word, simply pushes you over the edge and then ravages you the entire time your pussy throbs around nothing, body surging with each wave of euphoria he gives you.

When he pulls away from you, you’re a mess, trying to catch your breath. Jaebeom continues to play with you, two fingers slipping into your still sensitive core, only to be pulled out too soon. He rubs your slick around your entrance, and you can feel yourself dripping down...

Jaebeom tosses the butt plug at you and the soft faux fur tail delights your sensitive nipples. “Suck it,” he tells you.

The first time this happened, you’d been a little taken aback, but you know that Jaebeom cleans the shit out of any toy you two ever use.

The butt plug is probably cleaner than the last piece of food you ate, so you quickly plop the cold, glass, plug into your mouth, getting it slick with spit.

Jaebeom moves to his desk, picking up your phone and bringing it to where you’re laying at the foot of his bed, sucking on the butt plug with its pretty pink tail wrapped around your wrist.

He makes sure the camera gets a full view of you, eyes glued to your phone. He swallows thickly. “Turn around kitten.”

You hand him the plug then get onto all fours. Jaebeom momentarily has a conniption over which hand to do what with. He decides to hold the camera with his right hand to get better shots.

You’re still wet from the orgasm he just gave you, and the plug is suitably covered in spit now.

He watches, mesmerized, as he presses the small glass plug to your ass. He has this weird kind of obsession with watching the plug go in, and he holds his breath, toying with you, pressing just a bit in before pulling it away.

You mewl pathetically, arching your back more, pushing your ass towards Jaebeom as if to tell him to go faster.

He finally gives in, pushing the toy in slowly and watching as your hole swallows it up. You let out a little sound when it’s fully in, shoulders relaxing.

Jaebeom can see a new wave of arousal, and he smirks. “Fuck, princess, you’re dripping.” He grabs the tail, giving it a little tug that moves the glass plug around inside of you, making you moan, then his thumb rubs your clit again, making you jolt. “What’s got you all worked up, kitten?”

“You,” you moan loudly when he presses harder on your clit.

“Good girls get rewards,” Jaebeom says. “I put a present for you on the floor, go look, kitten.”

He follows you with the camera as you sit up, looking at him with confusion.

There’s a magic wand vibrator sitting on a pillow on the floor and you know immediately what he wants.

Jaebeom loves getting head while forcing you to rub against the large wand vibrator. And with your butt plug in? You nearly moan at just the thought of the sensation to come.

You quickly kneel on the floor, the pillow giving your knees a break as you hold yourself over the vibrator. Then you look up at Jaebeom, waiting for instruction.

“Put it on setting one, baby,” Jaebeom encourages you, watching as you follow his words. The vibrator buzzes to life. “now sit down.”

Your clit dances to life as you lower yourself onto the vibrator, adjusting so it feels just right.

You look up at Jaebeom again and he loves how pretty you are, how submissive and ready to do anything for him. Your sexual relationship really is quite different from your connection to any other idol, and it feels odd to be showing it off for them all.

“You know what to do,” Jaebeom coaxes you.

Your hands immediately go to his sweatpants, but then you look at his hoodie and decide to tug on that first, looking up at Jaebeom with big eyes.

He laughs. “baby wants my shirt off first?”

You nod.

He quickly takes off his shirt, then puts the camera back on your face, watching as you move to his sweatpants, pulling them down.

Jaebeom’s cock slaps up against his tummy and you lick your lips in preparation.

“Suck it,” he says, knowing he doesn’t need to, but he enjoys the little commands.

You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, holding the base with your hand firmly as you begin to suck on him, paying close attention to the tip, which you know drives him wild.

Jaebeom groans, making sure the camera is getting a good view. He’s mesmerized by your phone. Sex has always been great, but seeing it like this is doing something else to him, and he’s not sure what, only that it’s good.

“Fuck, kitten-” His free hand reaches out to pet the cat ears you’re wearing, then he roughly grabs your hair, pulling you off of his cock. “Turn the vibrator up.”

You hesitate for a moment, which makes Jaebeom grab your face roughly, squeezing your cheeks. You immediately break under his stern gaze and he can see it in your eyes, releasing you so you can look down and adjust the vibrator.

It gets louder with the higher setting.

When you look up at Jaebeom again, he’s holding his cock. “Open,” you stick out your tongue for him and Jaebeom taps it, “so fucking messy,” he groans, watching your tongue and the saliva strings that keep his dick still connected to your mouth even after he’s pulled away.

When he lets go of his cock, you resume your previous ministrations.

Jaebeom strokes your head as you blow him, his lip bitten between his teeth to stop himself from moaning too much.

“How’s the toy feel, baby?” he asks.

The vibrator between your legs is sending pleasure waves through your body, pussy clenching around nothing. You can feel your arousal now coating the head of the toy, and it makes it easier to slide on it, working your clit even harder. You’re a bit of a masochist that way.

The butt plug is still situated happily inside of you, and you feel delightfully full even though you are missing Jaebeom’s cock, which you continue to suck on like it’s your favourite lollipop.

Jaebeom isn’t satisfied with your moans though, and he pulls you off of his cock again. “Highest setting, baby, make yourself cum twice and then I’ll give you my cock.”

You swallow thickly before following his command. The vibrator buzzes aggressively under you and you slowly sink down, almost pulling away at how good it feels.

“Gonna cum fast, kitten?” Jaebeom smirks, tapping his dick against your cheek to draw your attention back up to him and the camera.

You nod, once again wrapping your lips around Jaebeom’s cock, but this time with a new eagerness.

Your hips move, rubbing your clit against the vibrator that sounds like a hive of a billion bees.

The vibrations become too much and you cum hard, body spasming, which draws attention to the butt plug. You feel so nice and full, but also empty, it’s an odd feeling.

You can’t even suck off Jaebeom, instead opting to simply jerk him off while you moan against his cock, lips still attached to his head, eyes closed as wave after wave of pleasure hits you.

Jaebeom is in love with the sight, and he nearly cums just from watching you eagerly lap at his dick while you work through your orgasm, like an absolute champ.

“Another one,” Jaebeom says when you lift your hips from the vibrator, having become to sensitive. He doesn’t wait for you to try to fight him, simply puts his hand on your shoulder and forces you back down,

The squeal that leaves your lips is loud, a gasp next, and then a louder moan. You grab at Jaebeom’s hand that holds you down, forcing your abused clit harder on the wand that vibrates through your entire body.

Incoherent noises leave your lips as he uses your already sensitive state to make you cum again, the orgasm tearing through your body like nothing before in your life.

You feel wetness between your legs but your eyes are closed, your hands holding onto Jaebeom’s forearm as he keeps you on the source of your pleasure.

The moment he sees tears in your eyes, sees that you’ve reached your maximum pleasure point, Jaebeom lets up.

You collapse onto your back on his floor and Jaebeom inspects the wand and the pillow, a curse leaving his lips when he sees all the liquid left behind.

“Fuck kitten, you squirted,” he tells you, looking at your exhausted body on his floor, “must have felt really good... do you still want to fuck?”

You giggle and Jaebeom breaks into a smile. He cares about you enough to ask if you’re still up for sex, which is nice.

You open your eyes and nod, sitting up and practically crawling onto the bed.

Jaebeom and the camera watch you.

You fall onto your back, legs opening as you invite Jaebeom towards you with open arms.

He grins, shaking his head, “On all fours, kitten.”

Of course he wants a good view of the butt plug. You’ve been tempted for a while to start referring to Doggy style as Kitten style when you’re with Jaebeom, but you think that might be a step too far.

Your legs are wobbly when you get onto all fours, but Jaebeom praises you for it, his hand smoothing up and down your back. You know he’s getting a great view of the butt plug, and you press your ass back towards him.

“How are you feeling, kitten?” he asks, grabbing at your tail and pulling it slightly to move the glass ball inside of you, dragging it along your sensitive walls.

You moan. “Need you.”

The head of his cock rubs your entrance, coating itself in your slick, and then he positions it right at your opening. You sink back onto him, making you both let out shaky breaths.

“So fucking tight,” he says.

He hasn’t been inside of your pussy in a while, both of you have been pretty busy, and he’s missed it.

He loves the foreplay. Loves making you cum, even squirt, on a vibrator while you blow him and have a butt plug in, but nothing beats this.

He gives you a few test thrusts, biting his lip at how amazing it feels. He likes the way you grab at the bed, anchoring yourself and taking everything he gives you.

He once more grabs at your plug, moving it in small little circles as he slowly fucks you, careful to make sure the camera is catching all of it.

“Fuck, you look so good,” Jaebeom tells you.

The sound of coins that’s been dinging this whole time from the laptop proves he’s not a liar.

“Do you like having a plug in your ass while you get fucked?”

“Mmm,” you moan, “yeah.”

Your eyes are closed, head turned to the side so Jaebeom can see the fucked out expression on your face. You’re definitely worn out and tired, he doubts he’ll get more than one word answers from you on any question he asks.

“So tight when you’re stuffed like this,” he groans, his speed picking up. He watches your body react, the way you grab the sheets tighter, your moans getting higher in pitch. “Wanna make you cum again.”

“Please,” you whimper, pressing back against him as he continues to fuck you, pulling on your butt plug to watch it move inside of you. The mixed stimulants are driving you wild, and your clit is still decommissioned after the absolutely brutal time it just had on the wand.

Jaebeom’s free hand reaches out and he grabs your hair, forcing your back to arch as he fucks you harder, small pants leaving his lips that tell you he’s close.

“Fuck,” he groans, not sure where to even look, there are so many pretty things to focus on. “What a dirty girl you are, making everyone watch this,” he growls, “this ass is mine.”

He lets go of your hair to pull at your tail and, for whatever reason, it’s enough to make you cum.

Your pussy clamps down on him, throbbing as you cum, cries leaving your lips as you burry your face in the pillows.

Your orgasm pushes the butt plug out of you, and Jaebeom cums from the sight, his sexy low groan washing over your body and making you tingle. Jaebeom always sounds so fucking hot when he cums.

Jaebeom stills finally, taking a deep breath. “How do I turn this fucking stream off?”

He doesn’t mind filming it when you fuck, but the time you spend together after is just for the two of you.

You hold your hand out, still face planted in his bed, and Jaebeom laughs, handing you the phone.

You look at your screen, finger now over the camera, but you can see the chat.

NiceGuyJohnny: 😮

KittyTae has donated $500

TeamWang: 😮

Bangme: Holy shit

You laugh, for a moment trying to figure out who Bangme could be, then you realize it’s Bang Chan from Stray Kids... Got7′s junior group. He’s quite eloquent with his words, you’ve always thought so.

It looks like this recording, so far, has had the most messages in the chat room, and when your eyes go down to look at donations, you nearly fall off the bed.

“Say goodnight,” Jaebeom reminds you, crashing onto the bed next to you and pulling you to his chest, eyes already closed.

You quickly say a goodbye to the few men left in the chat room, a bunch dipped as soon as it was over and you can only assume what they’re all doing at this moment.

When your phone is away, you turn to look at Jaebeom. He strokes your face, fingers coming to touch the collar still on your neck.

He takes it off gently, putting it on his bedside table.

You like the quiet with Jaebeom, every second needn't be filled by words.

“i feel sticky,” you tell him.

Jaebeom laughs. “Want to shower?”

“Later,” you answer, curling closer to his warm chest, “now, we sleep.”

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koos-euphoria · 4 years ago

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got7 reacting to their gf working out or doing yoga?? 🥴🥴 have a nice day!!

You too love!!

Mark Tuan:

He kept on having to remind himself to keep his eyes off you. Think about something else than the way you look so good in those little yoga shorts, legs on show. Feeling his mouth run dry as you tilt your head back tying your hair up. His eyes following a drop of sweat, running down the length of your neck, down your chest and between you breasts. Practically having to tear his eyes away, Mark coughs awkwardly, pointing behind himself, babbling on about how he needs a drink.

“I’m- yeah I’m gonna get a drink, you want anything?”

Im Jaebeom:

Unbashfully Jaebeom stares at your ass as you squat. Tilting his head to the side as if to get a better look at you. You can clearly see him the the gym mirror that covers the wall in front of you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you catch his own in that same mirror, a devilish smirk growing on his lips. His tongue licking his bottom lip quickly before he joins you in working out.

“Hm I’ve always liked those leggings”

Jackson Wang:

He tries to be good, he really does, always being as much of a gentleman as he could. But the sweat that’s dripping down your skin, wanting nothing more than to lick it up. That paired with the way you’re panting, has his mind wondering into a more intimate setting, the sight only makes his cock harden. Taking the plush bottom lip between his teeth he couldn’t tear his eyes from you even if he wanted to.

“It’s unfair how much I want to fuck you right now”

Park Jinyoung:

Not at all phased when he walks into the gym, setting his things down next to yours. He watches you for a second with a small smile on his lips, eyes quickly getting a good look at your perky ass, before he joins in. Working out next to his favourite workout buddy is always his favourite time of day. Loved seeing you get so competitive as he likes to challenge you.

“Ready to get beat?”

Choi Youngjae:

Impressed to say the least, working out isn’t his favourite thing to do, but he’ll do it with you if that’s what you want. So he does, even if it’s hard to concentrate on anything but the way your tits bounce, practically begging for his attention as your nipples harden with lack on support other than the thin sports bra. Yep, he’s definitely not gonna be working out the way he is meant to right now.

“How do you have so much stamina?”

Kunpimook Bambam:

Ever the flirt, he wastes no time, whistling lowly as you walk in the gym. Bending over as you place down some things, giving him the perfect view of your ass. A crude line falls from his lips effortlessly, smirking as you roll your eyes, at his attempt to flirt, you swat his arm lightly reminding him that you are infact in a gym right now. Where anyone can see, so he needs to behave.

“You look good enough to eat”

Kim Yugyeom:

A Yelp is forced out your mouth as you jump in your downward dog position you were currently in. The feeling of a bulge pressed against your ass so suddenly has you frozen. Yugyeom moves a hand to grip on your waist while the other lays flat on the middle of your back, pushing you further, as he tells you your doing the move wrong. Not being subtle in the way he grinds his crotch into your backside.

“Relax baby, I’m only trying to help.”

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seokmattchuus · 5 years ago

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Got7 Reaction to you getting shy before they go down on you

A/n: I’m not that proud, but here’s a thing.

- Requested -

Jaebeom: *Loves the innocent type so your shyness only gets him more into it. Wants to make you more flustered.*

“Shh, baby.” He chuckled. “You acting shy like that just makes me want to ruin you.”

Mark: *Tries to shush you after you start going on about how you’re not sure how you’ll taste.*

“Don’t worry, baby.” He whispered as he kissed the waistband of your panties before pulling them down. “I’m sure you taste wonderful.”

Jackson: *Tries to get you to relax because he wants you to enjoy it without feeling anxious.*

“It’ll be fine, baby, I promise.” He reassured as he smiled up at you. “Just let me take care of you.”

Jinyoung: *Focuses more on letting you know how much he’s enjoying it. Teases you so you eventually ask for more.*

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groaned as he went back to teasing you. “I could do this all night.”

Youngjae: *Tries to reassure you because he knows how much you’ll love it once he starts.*

“It’s okay,” He whispered, his hands rubbing your thighs while he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”

Bambam: *Presses kisses along your thighs to try and make you ease up because he wants you to enjoy yourself.*

“Shh, it’s okay.” He smirked as you squirmed from his kisses. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

Yugyeom: *Overly shows you how much he wants it and how far he wants to go in hopes of getting you to relax.*

“God, I can’t wait to taste you.” He smirked as he licked his lips. “And I’m not gonna stop until you’re begging.”

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jalapeno-princess · 5 years ago

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JB NSFW A-Z RATED 18+

A-Aftercare

Although he can get extremely rough during sex, his whole demeanor changes once the two of you are finished with your love making session. Since he is the leader, JB has a nurturing and caring nature to him and he makes sure you are taken cared of. If you’re not too tired or sore, he’ll run you a bath and help you inside. He’ll usually sit next to you and wait for you to be done because God knows this man will not be able to get in to the tub with you without wanting to Fuck your brains out and he wants you to relax and recharge before having his way with you again.

B-Body Part

Your thighs. He cannot get over how thick and beautiful he thinks they are. He loves how they feel when he picks you up and wraps them around his waist, he loves gripping his fingers against them when he’s pounding in to you and he goes crazy when you clench them around his head as he’s eating you out. When the two of you are cuddling, he’ll run his fingers along them because they’re always so soft. He’ll buy you multiple pairs of leggings because he loves the way your thighs look with the tight material hugging against them. Since he knows he can’t leave his love bites on the upper part of your body in fear of getting in trouble, he always leaves hickeys all along your thighs to remind you of how sexy he thinks they are.

C-Cum

Depending on what the two of you are doing in that moment, he’ll release his load wherever his cock is located in that moment. But he enjoys coming inside of you the most. He loves the feeling of fucking you raw, your wet and velvety walls never fail to milk him of all he’s worth. The first time you told him you were on birth control, he didn’t waste any time in taking off your clothes and showing love to your body (with your consent of course) and although he didn’t want you to feel like you had to go on birth control if you didn’t want to for his sake, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy having sex with you without protection.

D-Dom or Sub

DOM. Definite dom. Is that even a question? JB has to be the superior in all that he does. He’s quite intimidating and has such a powerful aura. He’s the leader for a reason. In the beginning of your relationship, he allowed you to dom him a few times because he liked the idea of you going rough on him and teasing him till he could no longer handle it. However, he loves how submissive you are when he takes control and prefers to hear you beg for him to do anything rather than to be the beggar. But on a special occasion, he’ll find himself doing whatever it is that you ask him to.

E-Experience

He’s had a couple of girlfriends and a few one night stands before so the boy knows exactly how to treat a lady. However, he makes it well aware that you’re the best sex he’s ever had because you are the only girl he’s ever loved. Plus, the longer the two of you are together, the more locations and positions you experiment in.

F-Favorite Position

Missionary. He loves making eye contact with you while he’s pounding in to you like his life depends on it. He also loves the feeling of his pelvis hitting your ass every time he rams himself balls deep inside of you. He’ll also intertwine your hands together and leaves sloppy, wet kisses all along your face while the two of you go at it. Although this is the most common and considerably “boring” position, JB loves how intimate and romantic missionary is. Sometimes, he’ll lower himself if he gets too tired and although the atmosphere is hot and sweaty, he loves being pressed up against your body and listening to your heart rate increase the longer he’s inside of you. He also loves watching your titties bounce with every thrust.

G-Grooming

He’s not exactly bare down there, but he tries his best to trim every so often and he doesn’t care what you look like down there either. He’s happy with whatever makes you comfortable.

H-Humor

We all know how flirtatious JB can be and how he can say and do things to embarrass himself at all the wrong times, sex being one of those times where he makes a joke when he shouldn’t. Loves pick up lines and will throw one in there at least once during sex. One minute, he can be buried inside of your pussy whispering naughty things in to your ear and the next minute, he’s telling you a knock-knock joke causing you to fall out of the mood real quick.

I-Intimacy

I honestly feel that if JB is in love with his significant other, he will be the biggest baby for them. Always needs to be holding them or craves to be held by them. He’s also huge on kisses. You could be doing your homework or cooking dinner and he’ll come out of nowhere to steal a kiss. Constantly holds your hand, no matter what the two of you are doing. Even when you’re lying in bed together, he’ll reach out and search for your hand and hold it until you both fall asleep. He also loves taking showers with you and although most showers end up in hot, steamy sex, some of them are platonic. He’ll help you put shampoo and conditioner in your hair and enjoys when you gently scrub his back.

J-Jack Off

I have a gut feeling that this man watches porn and I’m all for it so I feel like he’ll jack off while watching porn. But in all honesty, porn doesn’t really do much for him as much as the real thing does. He’s still building up the courage to ask you if you guys can film a couple of home made videos together for him to watch when you’re not around. If for some reason, the two of you aren’t together and he just so happens to become horny (you’re at school or work ore he’s on tour and you can’t help him fulfill his needs) he’ll look at some nudes you’ve sent to him and help relieve the problem in his pants on his own.

K-Kinks

Ever since he said in that one video that he wants to melt chocolate and put it on himself to impress his date I’m still not over that I feel as if he has a food play kink but to an extent. Like, he’ll spray some whipped cream on your breasts and suck it off or the two of you could be eating ice cream and he’ll purposefully spill some on his chest so you can lick it off but that’s pretty much it. He also has a stockings and heels fetish. He gets turned on whenever you wear heels and/or a pair of stockings while he’s fucking you. Something about seeing your luscious, long legs wrapped in tights while wearing a pair of high heels is extremely seductive to him. JB also has a tiny bdsm kink. Loves the idea of tying you up and edging you while you can’t do anything about it. He also loves seeing you in hand cuffs and doing some role play but the two of you have a safe word for if things get a little too rough for either of your likings. Also, he’s a huge fan of hair pulling. More so when you tug on his while he’s going down on you because he loves knowing the effect he has on you and the fact that he can bring you to sheer ecstasy with his fingers alone. But when you’re going down on him, he has to have a steady grip on your hair and tends to pull all but gently the deeper you swallow him.

L-Location

His studio. It’s his sanctuary, his hideaway. Other than your shared apartment, he feels the safest and most serene in his recording studio. He loves fucking you up against one of the walls and on top of his couch. The two of you even fooled around in the booth a couple of times. You have yet to listen to some of his songs, so you weren’t able to hear a few of your moans used on some of the tracks and he is both excited and nervous to see your reaction.

M-Motivation

Whenever you beg. He loves hearing you ask him to touch you, to fasten his pace and to enter you if he’s been teasing you for too long. He also enjoys whenever you send him naughty photos and even naughtier text messages about what you want him to do to you. It makes him yearn for you and your body and whenever he finally gets his hands on you, the sex is indescribable.

N-No

Refuses to do anything that will hurt you, that’s why he’s still hesitant on tying you up and handcuffing you even if you’ve told him many times that you’re okay with it. Definitely no anal. The two of you tried it once because you were curious as to what it felt like and although JB loved the feeling of how tight you were, it was obviously so painful and not pleasurable for you at all. JB wants the both of you to have fun while having sex so if you’re uncomfortable, so is he.

O-Oral

This man loves eating you out and is extremely good at it. Every little suck, lick, and nibble drives you to the brink of insanity. I’m sure you all have seen how much he enjoys sticking his tongue out and licking his lips so I have a feeling I know exactly what that mouth does. He also loves receiving head just as much as he gives it but he never asks no matter how much he wants you to suck him dry. He’ll hint at how good you are at blow jobs and how long it’s been since you last given him one, but he doesn’t like asking you because he doesn’t want you feeling as if you have to go down on him.

P-Pace

Depends on what led to sex. If the two of you got in to an argument prior to your love making, or if he got jealous when a guy friend got a little too close to you, he will pound in to you faster than the energizer bunny. JB has no filter, so he isn’t afraid to be vocal about why he’s being so rough and ramming in to you so quickly. But if either of you had a rough day or you’re tired and he was in the mood to make love to you, he would be extremely gentle.

Q-Quickie

Loves quickies. Honestly, he loves having you in whatever way he can. Sure, he prefers taking his time with you so that you both can explore with foreplay for a little while, but if the two of you are short on time and he’s horny, he will fuck you for however much time he has and will continue from where the two of you left off later.

R-Risk

He isn’t an exhibitionist because he hates the thought of anyone else seeing you naked but he won’t lie, the idea of having someone walk in on the two of you fucking each other’s brains out does rile him up and he gets off on the idea of getting caught while he’s buried inside of you.

S-Stamina

Not exactly a nymphomaniac but he loves sex and he enjoys every single love making session the two of you share. With that being said, he needs to have sex with you at least once a day or every other day and depending on whether or not he’s tired, he can go for four or five rounds. Once the two of you are done with one round, just looking at your fucked out state drives him crazy and the next thing you know, he’s back between your pretty thighs again.

T-Toys

Hand cuffs, blind folds, vibrators and a cock ring. One day, he was looking through your drawers for a first aid kit when he stumbled on your little rubber friend and he was a little upset but more so turned on knowing you play with yourself when he’s away so he used it on you later that night and edged you five times. You bought the cock ring for shits and giggles but honestly, it’s the best purchase you’ve ever made. When you asked him to try it out, he was hesitant at first because he hates being dominated, but he was also curious about what exactly it did and when he almost came only three minutes of it tightening and vibrating against his dick, he decided that he’ll only ever wear it again if you beg him to.

U-Unfair

He has a tendency to hold a grudge sometimes, so if the two of you fought or you did something that pissed him off, he’ll take his anger out on you during sex but he won’t let you finish, at all. He’ll tease you, edge you and even bring himself to his release, but he won’t make you come. If you want to come that night, you have to do it yourself.

V-Voice

Can get extremely vocal. If you’re blowing him, you can expect a few breathy moans and some curses to fall from his lips. But if you’re riding him or he’s hitting it from the back, something animalistic awakens inside of him and he will whisper extremely dirty things in your ear. If you clench around him, he will definitely grunt and groan. If you’re using the cock ring, this man will practically sing for you.

W-Wild Card

Loves it whenever you wear one of his shirts/flannels while the two of you are fucking. Something about seeing you in an item of his clothing drives him to the brink of insanity. That’s why a lot of his clothes are in your closet but he likes it like that. Also secretly enjoys when you call him daddy but we’ll save that for another time.

X-X-Ray

I honestly thing he’s a good enough size. Around 6 inches and he’s pretty thick. No matter how many times the two of you have sex, you’re never prepared for the stretch once he enters you and you can barely fit all of him inside of your mouth. In my opinion, penises are extremely ugly but JB’s definitely gets your mouth watering at just the idea of it.

Y-Yearning

The two of you have sex practically all the time, so he doesn’t feel the need to necessarily yearn for it. However, when he’s on tour or you’re studying for finals and can’t have any distractions, that’s when he’ll want you the most.

Z-Zzz

Normally out like a light. Once the two of you have decided to call it a night, he’ll help clean you up and fall asleep right after. Since he’s always so busy at practice or recording in the studio, he’ll already be tired and your love making session will practically knock him out but he makes sure to take care of you before he goes to bed.

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yer-cute-when-you-scream · 5 years ago

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Worship You~ Im Jaebeom

WARNINGS: Smut, Daddy Kink, Jealous/Bratty Reader, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up), Dom/Sub Scenarios, Choking, Yandere Themes, Shower Sex, Spanking, Oblivious Jaebeom, Soft Jaebeom.

A/N: Dear lord in heaven, the things this man does to me. I promise I will post a smut that is NOT about Jaebeom soon!! As per usual I am tagging @yanderejb <3 love u

Jaebeom usually doesn't allow me to leave the house, he said it was ”too dangerous”, but he had let me come to this party for his work, I hated it so much. Maybe I wouldn't hate it if I didn't have to watch some chick in a very revealing dress hang all over him. Am I jealous? Extremely. Am I feeling insecure? Quite a bit. There was a group picture taken that they were in and he had his arm around her waist and she put her hand on his chest, I don't like this one bit. She had beautiful long hair and such a perfect body, her looks alone made me feel threatened.

Jaebeom looked up at me and smiled before going back to his conversation with her. How could he not see the look on my face? Is he doing this on purpose or is he just oblivious? I walked over to them, watching how she playfully pushed his shoulder while she laughed obnoxiously at something he said, I put my hand on his shoulder to get his attention ”Baby, can we go yet?” I asked sweetly. He shrugs my hand from his shoulder ”Not right now, I'm talking with someone,” he said. I saw the girl smirk at me and I scoffed, Jaebeom’s head snapped back towards me quickly and I rolled my eyes at him knowing he hates that, ”Fine,” I say in a bratty tone and walk away.

I know Jaebeom is shocked by my sudden change in attitude, but he has pissed me the hell off, so why not play with him for a bit? I'm always so good for him, and this is how I'm treated? ”I need a drink,” I mutter to myself. What I really need is attention, but it seems like I won't be getting any...from Jaebeom at least. There was a waiter passing by with a tray of Champagne, I grab a glass from him and I see Jackson standing a few feet away from me, I look back at Jaebeom who is watching me out of the corner of his eye whilst talking to the girl, I can see he is little upset with the way I just acted, I looked at the girl and then back at him before rolling my eyes again and chugging the glass in my hand.

I walk over to Jackson smiling ”Jackson! It's been so long!” I exclaim and hug him. I can feel him tense up a bit, but he hugs me back, his hands on my lower back. I pull away and begin to talk to him about something innocent. I felt my phone vibrate and I looked at it and see a text from Jaebeom.

Daddy❤: I bet you think you're real cute letting him put his hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home. I laughed at the text and put my phone back down, I knew I was making Jaebeom extremely pissed but I didn't care. I continued to talk to Jackson about a new show that was on Netflix when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder, I turned and saw Jaebeom. ”Kitten, let's go home,” he says. I shrug his hand off my shoulder and smirk at him ”Not right now, I'm talking with someone,” I mocked. Jackson looked a little nervous, Jaebeom’s presence alone terrifies him now, but before I could say anything else, Jaebeom grabbed my arm and pulled me away. ”We’re leaving.”

The ride home was silent and tense, Jaebeom had a strong grip on the steering wheel and I knew I had hit a nerve. When we got home, I walked through the door first and then he shut the door rather harshly. I was suddenly against the wall, he held my hands in place and roughly kissed me. ”You’re such a fucking brat, you know that?” he growled. ”What the fuck were you thinking?” he yelled. I just looked at him blankly, his eyes were extremely dark at this point, usually I would be terrified. ”Well I was thinking I wanted some attention,” I tell him. He groans in frustration, he runs his hand through his hair and pulls me in the bedroom, he grabs the paddle and sits on the bed, pulling me across his lap, lifting my dress up and ripping my panties off to expose my ass, ”Count, ” he says sternly. ”Why? Don't you know how to count?” I scoff.

He did not like this and brought the paddle down against my ass hard. I yelp and lunge forward. He holds me down and chuckles darkly, ”You want to be a fucking brat? I'll show you how brats get treated.” He brought the paddle down hard again and continued to do it until I was sobbing. My ass was so bruised and sore by the time he was done. He stood us up and wiped my tears from my cheeks. ”Are you ready to be my good girl again?” he asked. He sighed when he saw the fire light up behind my eyes, meaning I wasn't going to behave. ”You think I'm going to be a good girl for you after the way you treated me tonight?” I asked before I started laughing. ”How about you make me, baby boy,” I tell him and cross my arms. I can tell his blood is boiling, he grabs my neck and pushes me against the wall again.

”What did you just call me?” he growls in my ear. He practically rips my dress off, quickly unbuttoning his pants and taking his length out. He picks me up and slams into me, I cry out and scratch at his arms. He moves us over to the bed and lays me down, he proceeds to pound into me and wraps his hand around my neck and squeezes, I choke out moans and tears form in my eyes. My hands fly to his hair, but he stops them, ”Nuh uh, Kitten, what do you think you’re doing?” He grips my wrists, holding them above my head as he continued to fuck me, ”What happened to all that shit talking from earlier? Hm?” he asked cockily. I mewl under him and he chuckles at my form, ”What’s my name, Kitten?” I try to force an answer out, but my moans are overpowering my voice, he asked again, this time more sternly while picking his pace up.

”D-Daddy, ” I cry out. I felt my stomach begin to tighten and I started to clench around him, but he pulled out and the feeling melted away, he finished himself off and released onto my stomach. I look at him and whine, ”Brats don't get to cum,” he snaps at me. I huff and push him off me. He glares at me and opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. ”Just don’t.” After watching some girl throw herself at him, being shrugged off by him so he can talk to her, having my ass bruised so badly all on top of being denied an orgasm, I'm extremely frustrated at this point and I feel tears prick at my eyes. I stand up then walk into the bathroom and I heard a sigh come from Jaebeom.

A few tears had fallen as I turned the shower on, I grab my towel and set it next to the shower. I step in as Jaebeom walks into the bathroom and let the water run over my body, the hot water washing the Jaebeom’s release from my stomach. I grab my loofah and lather it with soap then begin washing my body, I heard the shower door open and Jaebeom step in. His hands rested on my waist, lightly rubbing them, ”Here, let me wash your back, Kitten,” he says while grabbing the loofah from me. He moves the loofah in circular motions all over my back, then very gently goes across my bruised ass cheeks, ”You want to tell me why you’re acting up tonight?” he asks softly, but still in a stern voice.

I stepped under the water and let the soap wash off of me before I turned around to look up at him, ”You want to tell me why you let that girl hang all over you? Or why you basically pushed me off you so you could continue to talk to her?” I asked. He made a face of realization and stepped towards me, he caressed my face before kissing me softly on the forehead, then cheek, then lips. ”I’m sorry I made you feel that way,” he whispered softly. I tilted my head back to get my hair soaked then he grabbed my shampoo to put some in his hands and started massaging my scalp with it.

I close my eyes and relax under his touch, letting him rinse the soap out before massaging conditioner in my hair. ”Kitten, you know you're the only one I have eyes for, ” he reassures. I look up at him as he rinses my hair out, he held my cheek in his hand and pulled me close. His lips leaning down to mine but before they touched, I whispered ”Prove it.” He kissed me then began to back me up, my back hitting the cold tile and making me gasp. His tongue explored my mouth while his hands traveled down to my thighs, gripping them, and picking me up. He held me in between him and the shower wall, my arms around his neck as I held him in the kiss.

He lined up with my entrance before pushing into me, he slowly and deeply started to thrust into me. My body lit up at the feeling as I moaned softly against his lips, my hands going to his wet hair, running my fingers through it, and lightly tugging at it. One of his hands left my thigh and went to my clit, he rubbed it at just the right pace as he rolled his hips into mine. We broke the kiss and rested our head together, whimpers falling past my lips and moans coming from his. My heart pounded as the familiar pit forms in my stomach, I can't help but clench around him, ”Please, I’m sorry I acted like a brat...I-I'm so close, ” I moan out.

He quickens his pace and presses his lips to mine again, ”I love you,” he says before going to kiss my neck and collarbone. ”I love you too,” I reply. He thrusts deeply into me making me throw my head back and rest it against the wall, moaning out as I tug at his hair more, ”Jaebeom.” ”Fuck, the way you say my name is intoxicating,” he groans against my neck, he looks at me with love, lust, devotion, ”I worship you, Kitten,” he moans out. His hand that was once rubbing my clit goes to the back of my head and pulls me to his lips, the kiss has a passion that has never been so intense before.

He thrusts up into me one more time and I let go, crying out against his lips and babbling incoherent nonsense as he cums in me. ”I love the sounds you make when you come undone,” he moans to me. He pulls out and I put my legs down to stand, my legs feel shaky but he hasn't let go of me, his arms wrapped tight around me as he rests his head on my shoulder, leaving kisses along it, my arms are around his neck and we just stand there for a minute, basking in the afterglow. He raises his head and put against mine, his eyes half lidded, ”Come on, Kitten, ” he begins before quickly pecking me on the lips, ”Let’s get you washed up again.”

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kpop---writings · 5 years ago

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Playboy Prince

Prince Im Jaebum.

Part 1.

You lay buried in your thick comforter, listening to the sound of rushed footsteps running back and forth in the hallway. Even though all of the hustling and bustling going on outside are in preparation for your meeting with the prince, one your mother deems as an exceptional young man, you can’t seem to move out of your current position. You’re just waiting for your mother to notice your absence and send up Leila, your personal maid.

All you can think to yourself at the moment, is why him? Although every other potential husband for you was either a little too weird, even for your mother, or gave you the creeps, you couldn’t possibly think they were worse than Prince Im Jaebum. You don’t know him personally, obviously. However, people love to talk. You knew of Prince Jabeum’s ways before he became the topic of your future life. All the other princess called him the Playboy Prince. Apparently he’s been sweeping ladies off their feet since he was 13! You’d rather be with Prince Yugyeom, who loved to put his face in your hair and take a big whiff, than someone who can’t even count all the women he’s been with before 18 on two hands.

Suddenly, your mother comes bursting through the door, two maids behind holding piles of clothing. She must be livid, she came in here herself.

“Good morning!” She shouts, particularly loud. “I know you don’t care to do this, but you really have no choice and you’re not about to embarrass me and your father and this kingdom by being in your undergarments when the Prince arrives!” She’s still yelling. Incredible that she can yell for such long periods of time without becoming hoarse.

“Mother, don’t you think you are being a little dramatic? We have plenty of time, I’d say. Besides, if he’s not willing to wait a little while until I’m completely ready, maybe he’s not the prince you think.” You roll out of bed and walk straight to your bathroom to freshen ump.

You hear your mother from the other room, “Well get in there and start on her hair!”

Soon after one of the maids has rushed inside and is now brushing your hair as you sit on the toilet. So ridiculous how obnoxious she gets when there’s a ‘big event” being held in our castle. It’s just an introductory dinner.

As one of the maids pulls tight on your corset and ties it in a neat little bow, all the commotion going on outside your bedroom seems to come to complete halt. He must be here. You’re slightly disappointed that you didn’t even get to make him wait. He’s probably used to women throwing themselves at him and you definitely didn’t want to seem so eager.

You hear a knock on your door, then it’s slowly pushed open. You see none other than your favorite person in this castle, Leila. You give her a huge smile, a complete 180 from the attitude you’ve had all morning.

“Princess, they are awaiting your entrance,” she says in her small voice, also flashing me her pearly whites.

You take one last look in the mirror. You’re wearing a big, floofy, pastel pink princess dress. Corset almost too tight to bear, just enough room to breathe. Your diamond necklace and matching earrings to pull everything together. Your mother went all out for this one, I guess this is the night that I become a fiancé.

You look away from yourself and back to Leila. She bows her head to you as you walk past her and out to the hallway. Once you’ve reached the top of the stairs, you hear the butler announce you and the guards start to walk down. You wait until they’re a few steps ahead and began to walk down as well. You search the foyer as you walk and that’s when you see him. Your eyes lock and you can’t seem to look away. Or at least you don’t want to. His dark eyes are so captivating. They slowly move down your body and back up to lock with yours once more. You wanted to take a deep breath to relax, the corset, however, does not allow you to do so.

You realize you’re nearing the end of the steps and you pull your eyes away, reluctantly. What was that?

Once at the bottom of the steps, Jaebum walks over to you, his cat like eyes sucking you in once again. You refuse to let him know he as an affect on you. You hold eye contact until he’s standing right in front of you.

He grabs your hand, kisses the back of it, and bows. “Hello your highness, thank you for having me in your lovely castle,” He says as he comes back up.

You take your hand back and curtsy, “It is our pleasure.” You say.

He holds his arm out, wanting you to put yours through it. “Shall we?”

You put your arm through his and allow him to walk you to your family’s dining room where you sit next to him. Joining you are both your parents, but only for a short while.

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During dinner, it’s mostly just your parents talking amongst themselves, leaving you and Jaebum to get to know each other yourselves.

You try asking him about himself so you could marry someone you at least know a little bit about. Unfortunately for you, he seemed very uninterested. Every answer was one worded and to make it even worse, he didn’t ask a single thing about you.

You think back to the moment when you were on the stairs. What an idiot! You completely fell for it. He probably looks at every woman that way right before taking them to his bedroom.

“Darling,” your mother calls out you, pulling you out your thoughts. “We’re going to show them the other side of the castle, why don’t you show Prince Jaebum the garden.”

Once they’ve walked out of the dining room, Jaebum’s whole mood changed.

“Alright, they’re gone finally!” He starts off, “Do you perhaps have a wine cellar?” He asks inquisitively.

You roll your eyes. Really?

“We do” You eye him for a second watching his face change to an excited look, “I hope you don’t think I’d let you get me drunk so you can fuck me and decide tomorrow I’m not the princess you’re looking for. I know about you, Prince Jaebum.”

His mouth starts to curve up into a grin.

“You think I want to fuck you?” He starts to chuckle.

You can feel your face get warm as you start to get angry.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!” Your voice starts to get louder.

You stand abruptly, making Jaebum stop laughing. You walk as fast as you can to the doors leading to the garden. You hear Jaebum right behind you. You walk over to a concrete bench that overlooks the biggest bush in the garden. Shaped like swans.

Jaebum takes a seat next to you and chuckles again, “So what did you mean, Princess?” He asks with a smirk.

He must think incredibly highly of himself.

“Oh, come on. People talk, Jaebum. You can’t expect to sleep with every woman you encounter and them not gossip about it.” You hear how it comes out of your mouth and cringe.

He chuckles again, “Is that what princesses are saying about me?” He looks at you, “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were jealous..good thing you’re stuck with me,” he shrugs with a smile.

“Excuse me?”

“Once I’ve told my parents that I actually like you and I choose you to be my bride, you’re stuck with me.”

You roll your eyes. He’s absolutely right. This is not how you thought this was going to go.

You hear him laughing again. “What’s the matter princess? I’m not your first pick?”

“Definitely not,” You scoff, looking into your lap.

You feel his body heat as leans over to you. He whispers in your ear, “I can't wait to make you fall in love with me,” he starts to gently rub your back, “You’ll be begging me to fuck you by our wedding day.”

You gasp and feel your cheeks get extremely hot.

You hear the doors behind you open and Jaebum pulls away quickly, as both of your parents come out.

Jaebum stands and bows at your mother, “Your Majesty, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to be shown to the room I’ll be staying in. We’ve traveled far today and I’m rather tired.”

“Yes, of course.” She responds with a smile.

As she calls for one of the maids to come escort him, your father walks up to him. “I hope you found our daughter to be to your liking.”

“Oh she is lovely,” he looks back at you and winks. “I think she is definitely Queen material. The kind of Queen our town needs.

You see his parents smile at him as a way of showing approval.

You turn back to the giant swan bush in front of you. You then close your eyes and mentally prepare for the weeks to come and all the time you’ll have to spend with Prince Im Jaebum.

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wonderlustlucas · 5 years ago

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mistletoe? oh no! - im jaebeom

⇢ prompt Why do we kiss under a mistletoe when it’s a parasitic plant that steals nutrients from its host tree? ⇢ pairing jaebeom x female reader ⇢ word count 6.9k ⇢ genre fluff ⇢ warnings swearing. alcohol. suggestive make out at the end :D ⇢ summary Six months ago, you drunkenly kissed Im Jaebeom on a beach trip with your friends. Afterward, the awkward tension kept the two of you from ever having the ‘What are we?’ talk and eventually, too much time had passed for anything to ever happen. Luckily, Pollyanna and a stupidly placed mistletoe have brought your feelings to the boiling point.—friends to lovers!au ⇢ a/n happy new year’s my loves! as one last hurrah for 2019 & as part of @kwritersworld‘s holiday writing event, here is yet another idiots to lovers, christmas/nye au! here’s to a lovely new year, & new decade. i hope you all have a blessed, joyous, & prosperous year. i love you! ♥︎

You once thought that you were an introvert.

You know— someone deemed shy, with a preference to keep to themselves rather than going out of their way to interact with others. Introvert. Opposite of extrovert.

It wasn’t until you were a senior in high school did you learn new definitions for these personality categories. An introvert—according to your philosophy teacher and a TED Talk speaker shown on the projector during class—is someone who, simply put, thinks of how they feel before speaking. Extroverts, on the other hand, only identify their true feelings on a topic after they have begun discussing it.

The lesson stuck with you. Albeit your perpetual reservation from others, you were always one to argue. Smart, excellent report card over the years— but found yourself blurting your opinion out at the first chance before fully thinking it through. Now, you concluded, I suppose I’m an extrovert if that truly is what it means. This knowledge, for some strange reason, gave you a token for change. If I’m an extrovert, you thought, I must start acting one.

Now, having just been accepted into law school, you think you have hit the nail on the head when it comes to meeting both definitions of an extrovert. Park Jinyoung, on the other hand, has his doubts.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Have you really thought about what this is gonna do to your life?” Despite the genuine concern laced in his tone, Jinyoung’s words make you wince. How he manages to suck the life out of a celebratory night out for drinks truly is beyond you.

“Yes, Jinyoung,” you groan, taking a desperate sip of your coquito like it’s really going to help against his insufferableness, “I’ve only been working for this for a few years, let me change my mind now.”

“You didn’t answer the question,” he counters, leaning in close enough for you to taste his Jo Malone fragrance on your tongue. You raise a skeptical brow at him. “Have you thought about what becoming a lawyer is going to make of your life?” His words are clipped and emphasized like he is speaking to a child, trying desperately to get his point across.

“I appreciate you looking out for me and my future, Jinyoung,” you sigh, reclining back in your bar stool because sitting that close to Jinyoung for that long makes your head dizzy, “but I promise you, I have thought about this. I know I have a lot of hard work ahead of me, but it’s what I want to do. I promise.”

Jinyoung huffs, defeated, before tipping his wine glass back and chugging what is left like some sort of animal. Very not Jinyoung-like. “Well, then I guess there’s no reason to not celebrate with you,” he grins. Then, not even a beat later, “When are you gonna make time to marry Jaebeom and have a bunch of sexy little babies?”

“Aw, for crying out loud!” You howl, slapping a hand to your forehead before turning to him with a pointed glare and a pointed finger. “Okay, first of all, the fact that you used sexy and babies in the same sentence concerns me. And second, stop saying me and Jaebeom are going to get married! He doesn’t even look at me, how do you equate marriage out of that?”

“You mean, you don’t look at him. You guys had a great time when we went to the beach not even six months ago, saw each other half naked, shared a drunken kiss before bed, and then dropped all communication! What the hell is up with that?” Jinyoung has a habit of lecturing you like it’s his full-time job and it drives you absolutely insane because he’s always right.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you mumble, bringing your glass to your lips and taking a lengthy sip just to buy some time. “Come on, ___. My boy is out here drowning in unrequited love while you’re just all ‘Teehee! I’m a lawyer! Don’t talk to me when I’m doing lawyer tings!’ Cut the bullshit and let him take you on a date and blow your back out for Christ’s sake!”

You are physically unable to suppress your laughter, hand flying to cover your mouth and head thrown back at his comical outburst. He’s lucky you love him or else he would seriously regret that outrageously inaccurate imitation of your voice. He’s lucky you are tipsy enough to lose yourself in laughter and he’s especially lucky that he is correct, once again.

“Jinyoung,” you wheeze, letting out one more breathless giggle before flipping on the serious mode switch, “I would love to not only go out on a date with Jaebeom, but to date him. But things got awkward and so much time as passed that suddenly starting things up again would be weird. Don’t you think?”

“No!” Jinyoung yells. Half the people at the bar jump at the noise and turn to glare. You do just the same before shooting an older gentleman beside Jinyoung an apologetic look. “I just don’t think you’re drinking enough.”

“Yes,” then, a pause to ask the bartender for the check now that Jinyoung’s lectures are starting to put a downer on you, “that’s exactly it. I’m afraid to get drunk off my ass when Jaebeom’s around because I’ll do something stupid and either scare him off or bring him home and both are terrible options!”

“You’re no fun,” Jinyoung scoffs, “my two best friends, both pining after one another, but pulling the sixteen-year-old card and not talking to each other. Great! Just great.”

You laugh, hopping down from your seat and patting his knee once you have slipped on your coat. “Buy a mistletoe for the Christmas party and maybe something can be arranged.”

Jinyoung doesn’t find it funny.

For the past six years, it has been tradition for you and your friends to have a belated Christmas slash New Year’s party where Pollyanna gifts are exchanged and an excessive amount of alcohol is consumed because, well, your friends are fun. For the past three, however, you have been holding said party at Youngjae’s house, because he is the only one who has a house and houses are infinitely better for parties than apartments. Plus, Youngjae is a gracious man who welcomes the company year after year. Can’t understand why he wants nine psychopaths in his lovely little abode, but that’s not your problem.

What is your problem is the fact that there actually is a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling fan in the kitchen. You’re going to kill Jinyoung.

You once thought Choi Youngjae was the coolest person to bless the planet. Now, you’re not so sure.

It’s the first thing your eye goes to upon entering Youngjae’s outrageously beautiful row home. Usually, you need a solid ten minutes to accept the fact that you will never become a model and have as many zeroes at the end of your savings as Youngjae, spending way too much time swooning over his grey vinyl wood floors and brick fireplace and white marble countertops. This time, however, while Jinyoung and Yugyeom do the whole bro hug greeting after wiping the snow from their shoes, you stand pressed up awkwardly against the front door, crockpot of buffalo chicken dip in hand, glaring at the stupid thing from two rooms over. Before you can turn an accusing finger to Jinyoung, Youngjae has turned to welcome you.

“You made it!” He cheers, flashing that thousand-watt smile of his and easing some of the tension that has begun to build up in your nerves like plaque. “Somehow, someway,” you return, relaxing into his embrace when he curves around the precious chicken dip to offer a half hug. “You need a drink,” Youngjae decides after having evaluated the lack of excitement in your response. Following after Jinyoung and Yugyeom, he leads you into the kitchen with a lively bounce to his step. “Bambam just finished making hot toddies, or you could be the first to take from our jell-o shot Christmas tree.”

He gestures to said “tree” on his dining table, a neatly stacked pile of green, red, and blue jell-o shots and you feel awfully terrible at having to ruin its perfected assembly. “It’s beautiful,” you muse, setting the crockpot on the counter and plugging its cord into an outlet, “it would be my honor to have the first one.”

“___!” Hollers Jackson as he slides open the door from the back patio and enters the kitchen, Maggie filing in after him. He must have joined her for a smoke outside. He proceeds to do a little dance shimmy as he makes his way over to you. “Jackson, my love,” you grin, squeezing him into a tight hug after he slaps a messy kiss to your cheek. “How are you, Miss I-Got-Accepted-Into-Law-School?”

That is going to be the topic of discussion for the night, it seems, and the heat of an embarrassed blush works its way up your neck at the realization. “I’m good. Really good, actually,” you say, directing your attention to Maggie who slips around Jackson to tuck into your side, “definitely not as stressed as I was. The holidays are a nice break from everything.”

“We’re all so proud of you,” Maggie hums, leaning her head on your shoulder.

“Seriously, congratulations, again. You deserve it,” Jackson praises, reaching to squeeze your cheek. You swat his hand away in fear he will mess up the foundation you spent way too much time applying.

“Thank you, guys. I’m glad someone is happy for me,” you grumble, directing a cold glare to Jinyoung who, somehow, has already managed to fire Yugyeom up.

“What?” Bambam interjects, jumping into the conversation now that he has made his way into the room. “Didn’t you guys go out when you got accepted?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, smiling to the very expensive looking boy, “but he’s more worried than excited. Thinks I’m not considering how becoming a lawyer is going to affect my future, the stress of it, having a family, but…”

Maggie scoffs. “God, he sounds like your dad.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Ugh! Everyone, shoo! Why are we all in the kitchen? Go sit in the living room,” Youngjae hisses, grabbing Bambam by the shoulders and shoving him out of the room. Bambam makes a sound of protest, gesturing dramatically to all the food and the pot of hot toddy still on the stove.

“You can come back when there isn’t an entire crowd in here,” Youngjae counters, slapping a handful of jell-o shots into his hands, “I made Yugyeom promise to not eat all of ___’s dip, you don’t need to worry.” Bambam grumbles in response, stumbling after the others and you follow suit with a laugh.

Pausing just before the living room, Bambam stops to pass everyone a shot. “Here’s to Christmas and getting Jaebeom and ___ to kiss under the mistletoe.”

“Stop!” You whine, just as the rest ‘clink’ their cups and shout, “Cheers!” Nevertheless, down the hatch the jell-o goes and you glare at them all once they are done.

“Oh, speak of the Devil,” Yugyeom snickers just as you have ran ahead to crash down on the sofa, stretching your legs out across the chaise. Rolling over off your stomach, you turn to watch Mark, Jaebeom, and Shelby arrive, one too many gift bags and bottles of wine in hand. “Oh,” Maggie whispers from beside you, elbow nudging into your side, “look at your man.”

Funny thing is, you already are. To give you the benefit of the doubt— you were already watching the trio stumble into the room anyway, but it just so happened you stopped at Jaebeom. Before things between you got complicated, when you were just friends, he always had a way of stealing the oxygen from your lungs. Now is no different.

Dressed in black slacks, a white tee tucked in and a baby blue blazer to top it all off, Jaebeom looks nothing short of marvelous. He’s been growing his hair out, too, the black waves curling down to brush his cheekbones, screaming to be combed through with your fingers. And oh Christ, you can’t even begin to talk about the nose piercing. In the midst of your swooning, Jaebeom looks up after having deemed his sneakers clean enough to walk through Youngjae’s home, scanning the room before conveniently landing on you. The blush on both of your faces is instantaneous, hardly a second of maintaining eye contact before the embarrassment burns too hot and you turn away. Still, you can’t fight your smile.

Neither can he.

“Now the party’s started!” Mark hoots, swinging two bottles in the air like he’s asking for disaster. “Hurry and put everything down so we can play something,” Yugyeom whines from his seat across the room, pushing Jaebeom’s butt to move faster. “Patience is a virtue, Yugyeom,” Jinyoung comments, throwing a Hershey Kiss wrapper at him.

“Absolute children,” Maggie mutters. You hum in agreement.

“Do you wanna play the alphabet game?” Bambam proposes, earning a groan from Jackson. He hates the game, despite how often you all play it, claiming it takes too much brain power for a party.

“Yes! I’m down,” Shelby shouts anyway, having returned in time to hear Bambam’s question. To Jackson’s misery, you all agree as well.

“Youngjae!” Bambam shouts, waiting for him to yell back. “Grab the peppermint vodka when you come in! We’re playing the alphabet game!”

The way you all play most likely has deviated from the original rules of the game, but it works and it’s fun. Sitting in a circle, you go through the alphabet, naming something in a certain category that begins with whatever letter you’re on. For example, if you were doing fruits and were on the letter W, you could say watermelon. But, the person to your right is counting to ten, and once that time is up, you have to take a shot and the letter moves on to the next person until someone gets a word. Sounds easy, until you’re three shots in and not even halfway through the alphabet.

With Shelby collapsing down between Yugyeom and Jackson on the love seat, Youngjae on the armchair by the fireplace, and Mark on the bean bag brought down from upstairs, you realize with a rising sense of panic that the only possible seating for Jaebeom is by—

“Hey,” he says, tapping your outstretched legs, “can I sit here? You can keep your legs stretched. I don’t mind.”

“Oh, sure, sure!” You squeak, jerking to sit up and to pull your legs to your chest. However, just as he sits, he grabs your ankles to tug them back. Hesitantly, and with an appreciative smile sent his way, you hesitantly lay your legs over his lap, his arms comfortably rested over them. Oh, fuck.

Swallowing hard and trying to ignore the way your heart flutters in her chest, you turn back to your friends where the game is just starting.

“Okay, I’ll start since I’m in the middle,” Mark announces, readjusting himself in the bean bag to sit closer to the coffee table, “Yugyeom, you count. Actually, you don’t need to, I already have my word. A, as in artificial tree.”

“One word, idiot,” Youngjae scoffs, smacking the back of Mark’s head, “take a shot. Yugyeom, you go.”

The younger boy pales, panicking when Mark does as he is told. Then, he blurts, “A as in angel!”

“B as in bells!” Shelby shouts.

“C as in… Christmas,” Jackson says with a wink.

“D as in December,” Jinyoung hums nonchalantly.

“E as in eggnog!” Bambam cheers.

“F as in…” Maggie pales, trailing off. In your head, you start to count, while simultaneously trying to think of a holiday word that starts with F. “Festive!” She shouts suddenly. “Oh, shit, um… G as in… gingerbread?” You huff, relieved.

“H as in holiday,” Jaebeom says with a soft smile. All eyes are on Youngjae as he stares hopelessly at the ceiling. “I, as in…”

In your head, you count alongside Mark. “What the fuck starts with I?” Youngjae hisses, slapping his knees anxiously. The silence is deafening until Mark shouts with a sadistic grin, “TEN!” Youngjae hangs his head low before reaching for the bottle. Ironic, because Mark can’t think of a word, and neither can Yugyeom, Shelby, or Jackson. Jinyoung grins at their expense until it’s his turn. “Icicle,” he says without a beat.

“That’s not Christmas-y!” Yugyeom whines, hands thrown up dramatically. “Can you think of anything better, stupid?” Jinyoung fires back, evidently shutting him up. Poor Yugyeom, he can never win.

“J as in Jesus,” Bambam says with a laugh.

“K? Bruh, you gotta be joking,” Maggie sighs, throwing her head back against the sofa, trying to concentrate. “Ten,” you sigh sadly even though you counted to fifteen, patting her knee and Youngjae passes her the bottle. “Um, K as in…” Christ, you can’t think of anything either. Kris Kringle? No, two words, fuck.

“Ten!” Jaebeom chuckles, squeezing your calf and you quickly take a swig with a wince. The round goes all the way to Shelby, who happily yells, “Kings!”

The game drags on, keeping you all at the edge of your seats by the time U and V come around. When it comes to W, everyone has had one too many shots to be able to think quickly enough to come up with wreath. Except for Jinyoung, of course. You give up on Z, deciding there is no such word and you all let out a relieved breath at the game’s conclusion. “Does this mean we can eat now?” Jackson mumbles, far too gone for a party that has only started hardly an hour ago.

“Yes! I’m ravenous,” Bambam groans, helping his friend stand. Together, they’re the first to make way into the kitchen and you’re surprised Youngjae doesn’t chase after them to make sure they don’t knock anything over.

“Well,” Jaebeom yawns and you are suddenly mortified to realize that your legs are still casually stretched out over his lap. “That was fun.” Swinging your legs away and moving to sit up, you nod in agreement. “Very fun. Love watching you and Jinyoung outsmart us every time.”

“Hey,” he frowns, elbowing your arm now that you’re sitting upright beside him, “nobody could think of tree for T, but you did, so shush.” You turn to give him an unamused look. “That’s because Jinyoung was overthinking, and Maggie and Bam drank too much,” you laugh, standing with a stretch. Jaebeom raises an eyebrow. “What?” You ask, unsure of what that look means.

“Why does your snowman have a cape? Oh—” he starts, lifting the fabric attached to the winking snowman on your ugly sweater to find a carrot penis below the three buttons. Jaebeom breaks out into laughter, face scrunched up and head thrown back and it consequently makes you laugh, too. Well, if there was any person that was going to ask first, you’re glad it was him. “Was not expecting that,” he chuckles, wiping the tears that have accumulated at his eyes before rising to stand and oh, suddenly you feel so small with him standing so close to you like that. God, he’s beautiful, you admire. Without thinking, you brush away a tuft of hair that has fallen over his eye, just to see your favorite pair of moles. It isn’t until rosiness blooms across his cheekbones do you realize what you just did.

“Sorry,” you rush breathlessly, taking a step back and turning to make sure nobody saw that. Luckily, only Shelby and Yugyeom remain, too busy cozying up to one another to notice. “___!” Maggie shouts from the kitchen like some godsent angel whose purpose is to save you from awkward moments. “You have to come see this!”

You shoot Jaebeom an awkward smile before swinging around him and making a beeline for the kitchen. Idiot, you scold yourself before taking a deep breath and bringing a smile to your face. “What?” You hum, leaning your head on Maggie’s shoulder. All it is is a SnapChat story of someone you went to university with, a picture of an engagement ring, but you are beyond grateful she called you in. After she stops to take a selfie with you, you navigate around your friends to start a pile of food on your plate, everything from dim sum (thanks, Jackson), grilled pork belly, kimbap, bulgogi sandwiches, spaghetti (thanks, Jackson, part two), and, of course, tortilla chips with your buffalo chicken dip. Big plate for big brain.

Despite the crowdedness, thankfully you are able to avoid standing anywhere close to the mistletoe once Jaebeom enters the room only a few moments later. Finally making your way to the dining table, you let out a sigh of relief now that you don’t have to worry about anything looming above. Of course, your friends have a different idea.

“___,” Maggie purrs just as you have set your plate down, gazing at you expectantly and fluttering her lashes.

“What do you want?”

“Could you get a water for me? There’s bottles in the fridge. Pleeeaaase?” She sings. You wave her off, having already turned around. Can’t be mad at her, honestly; you forgot to grab something for yourself to drink, anyway. Pulling two bottles off the shelves and nudging the refrigerator door closed, you’re just trying to grab a potato chip from the bowl on the counter when Mark rounds the corner and trips over his own feet, coincidentally falling towards you but when you step back to avoid the red wine sloshing in his glass, Jinyoung has suddenly appeared behind you and you stumble over his foot.

It’s a good plan, you think, expecting Jaebeom to catch you like some fucking knight of shining armor and steady you just below the mistletoe, but unfortunately for them, you’re quick to reach for the counter and Jaebeom has literally just turned around in his search for silverware. Regaining your balance against the cabinets, you do not miss the group’s combined groan of disappointment and can’t help but triumphantly grin. “You okay, Mark?” You ask, spinning around and suppressing a laugh at the ‘please don’t kill me’ look in the older boy’s eyes. “Yep,” he coughs, stepping to the side as you brush past.

Dinner is tense, to say the least. Maybe it’s just you. You’re annoyed, beyond so, at your friends’ lack of maturity. Relatively speaking, yes, they are trying to help push you and Jaebeom in the right direction, but their ways of operation lack any beneficial qualities. This is your problem, and you have to deal with it yourself.

You stay quiet, for the most part, occupying your thoughts simply on eating and the approaching excitement of Pollyanna. When you all picked out of a hat a little over a month ago, you initially panicked at Bambam’s name looking back at you on the folded piece of paper. As it turned out, buying gifts for him ended up working out; first, you found matching sweaters for him and his cats, then a travel set for his Bleu de Chanel cologne, a mermaid blanket he had found an Instagram ad for and wouldn’t shut up about, and finally a gift card to his favorite Thai restaurant. What’s more exciting is finding out who has your gifts. Plus, everyone did incredibly well keeping quiet this year, managing to make it all the way without slipping who had who.

Unfortunately, your irritable emotions aren’t done for the night. After finishing your much needed, sobering meal, your goblin friends are prepared to have you and Jaebeom beneath that mistletoe if it’s the last thing they will ever do. Trying to clean up before everyone really gets trashed is an absolute nightmare, everyone taking part in the scheme of leaving just the two of you in the room, nudging him your way, asking you to help Jaebeom do this, help Jaebeom do that. It only gets worse once he realizes what they’re trying to do, curving around you like you have the plague and each time you make eye contact, you contemplate fleeing to the bathroom just to scream.

After what feels like ages spent in the stifling kitchen, you migrate back to the living room to finally, finally open gifts. Good riddance, mistletoe. At everyone’s look of general disappointment, you let out your umpteenth relieved sigh of the night and collapse back into your precious spot at the sofa. You know you’re getting old when you have only been out for two and a half hours and you’re already exhausted.

To make matters worse—or better, you can’t really tell at this point—Jaebeom also sits back down beside you. You can tell he’s anxious; he’s gone back and forth between picking at his nails and a scab on his jaw for a while now and you almost want to say something until you remember how deliberately he dodged you in the kitchen. Maybe, just maybe, a part of you had hoped he would have taken the opportunity and kissed you himself. Why would things ever be so simple?

“Alrighty, friends,” settling into his chair, Youngjae beams. “Let’s get this party started. We’ll go in the same circle as before.”

In turn, Mark flashes that boyish smile of his and leans across the table to pass a bag and small box to Jinyoung. “Ooh,” the younger boy hums excitedly, “thanks, Mark.” Next, Yugyeom hands Jackson a bag, Shelby slides a big box to Youngjae, and, breaking into a fit of laughter, Jackson ends up giving a bag right back to Yugyeom. Jinyoung passes Maggie her gift, and when Bambam rises to hand Jaebeom a hefty bag, you can’t help but miss the way he glances sadly to you before smiling gratefully at his friend and engulfing him into a hug. Suddenly, it dawns on you that there are only three other people left, and watch with an impending sense of dread as Maggie walks across the room to give Shelby her gift. Two left.

Grinning excitedly, you lean over to pass Bambam his gift bag, earning a smile in return bright enough to put the Sun out of business. Now, the moment you all have been waiting for.

Sucking in a deep breath, you turn to Jaebeom, sending all prayers to God that he will rise to hand Mark the bag in his hands.

The universe laughs.

“Ugh,” Jaebeom groans, grinning like a Cheshire cat, “you’re so far.” He places the gift bag, which, is surprisingly heavier than expected, on your lap. “Thanks, Jae,” you manage, smiling fondly at him. Behind him, Youngjae drops a box by Mark’s feet, but by now everything around you has faded into the background, leaving only you and Jaebeom floating in the midst of it all. Even though he has turned away, you can’t stop staring at him. Why’d it have to be him? What are the chances? God, something tells you you’re going to fall in love by the time the night is over.

It isn’t until the tearing of wrapping paper registers in your mind do you snap out of it, coming back to reality and quickly redirecting your attention to opening your gift.

There’s a lot to unfold here, you think with a racing heart, removing the tissue paper and finding three separate items inside. You go for the small box first. It’s a jewelry box, no doubt, but this doesn’t keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay once you lift the beige lid to reveal a rose gold bracelet, diamonds in the pattern of a constellation. There’s a small card attached to the lid, too, and flipping that over you read that it is the constellation for your zodiac sign. “Jae,” you whimper, lips curling into a pout and he laughs at your touched expression. “This is beautiful.”

“Shh! Open everything first,” he hushes, waving you off and returning to his own gift.

Sucking in a deep breath, you do as you’re told and reach for the much larger box. Tearing open the wrapping paper and lifting the lid, you find a glass dome atop a wooden base, and inside is a beautiful red and gold rose with little fairy lights surrounding it. A Beauty and the Beast replicate, without a doubt, and it is so stunning you wish you could lift the glass and feel the fake rose for yourself. A man of taste, without a doubt.

Last but not least, you grab the envelope and excitedly tear it open, because envelopes mean one of three things: 1) a card 2) tickets 3) money, all unlikely options when it comes to Pollyanna.

Well, maybe not, because inside are two passes for the art museum up in the city. “Dude,” you kick Jaebeom’s ankle and stammer out, “how did you? When did you?”

He laughs. “You mentioned wanting to go a few months ago, and I didn’t think you ever got a chance. You haven’t, right?” He sounds worried. “No, I never got to go,” swallowing past the desert dryness of your throat, “thank you, Jaebeom. Everything is so beautiful.”

“Of course, ___,” he smiles, reaching for your hand and even though it’s only a gentle squeeze he gives you, it has your heart doing somersaults. “Anything for you.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. You are going through some serious torture here and still won’t make a move!

Everyone is extraordinarily jovial after opening gifts. With Christmas music filling the room with cheer and one too many drinks being mixed, holiday charades and pin the nose on Rudolph are played with high spirits and excessive competitiveness. The night is fun, without a doubt, and you try to ignore the way your friends are still trying to get you and Jaebeom under the mistletoe no matter how annoying it may be. Why can’t they do it to Yugyeom and Shelby? Sure, everyone knows they fuck but neither of them have the balls to officially ask the other out, so why are you the one targeted? Jaebeom didn’t ask for this, either.

“Fuck!” Youngjae groans when Maggie makes her shot into their cup for jingle bell beer pong. Since freshman year, you and Maggie have fought back and forth for the champion's title against Youngjae and Jackson. With this being the second win against them for the night, you get to wear the label proud until next time. “Oh, yeah, baby!” She shouts, doing a funky celebratory dance before jumping to give you a hug.

“I’m a disgrace to the Chinese community,” Jackson cries—literally—before squatting to bury his face in his knees.

“HA!” You laugh mercilessly, jumping along with Maggie in triumph. “You guys are so mean,” Mark chuckles, walking away from their own losers’ championship to see what all the commotion is about. “Just to Youngjae and Jackson,” Maggie defends, gesturing to the pair having a drunken meltdown together. You hum in agreement.

“Yugyeom and Jaebeom are playing Jinyoung and Bambam. It’s pretty intense,” Mark explains, blatantly sarcastic when you glance curiously to the other table. “They’re all so drunk, they’re literally just throwing bells at each other.” He holds up one such bell that must have strayed away from the game. You laugh, hugging your jacket closer and watching Yugyeom begin to twerk when he finally makes a shot.

“My God,” Maggie snickers, shielding her eyes and turning away from the scene to comfort the still depressed Jackson.

“So,” Mark starts, “you and Jaebeom, huh?”

You groan. “Me and Jaebeom, what?”

“I mean, those gifts he gave you were pretty cute. What’s it gonna take for you to ask him to go to the museum with you, hm?” He purrs with a rise of his dark brows. Shit, he does have a point. Why else would Jaebeom give you two passes? To bring one of your other, definitely less artsy friends to go with you?”

Mark simpers at your speechless self, knowing he’s trumped you.

Sucking in a deep breath, you hold the cold air in long enough to gather your scrambling thoughts before releasing a heavy exhale with absolutely no change to how you feel. “I’ll try,” you grumble, “why can’t he make the first move?”

Mark lets out a dry laugh. “___, are you serious?”

“Huh? What—”

“He’s been making the first move for months,” he interrupts, shaking his head at your textbook definition denseness, “you’ve just been curving him the entire time. I know you’ve been busy with law school stuff the past few months, but come on, now. You have to grab him before someone else does.”

If it weren’t for the chill of the air keeping your cheeks and the tip of your nose cold and ruddy, you know the color would have drained from your face. Embarrassed and in desperate need for some space, you quickly turn away to look in the direction of the house, where Coco scratches at the backdoor.

“I, um, I’ll be right back,” you say, voice small. Heart hammering in your chest as you jog up the steps and across the small deck, it isn’t until you have slid open the door to let Coco out and closed it behind you do you let out a shaky sigh. “Jesus Christ,” you hiss, shaking off your jacket and slinging it over a chair before moving to cower in the corner. Reaching for what little tortilla chips are left, you anxiously take the lid off your chicken dip and begin shoveling mouthfuls into your mouth. Is it true? Have you really been the one dodging Jaebeom all this time? Sure, everyone always says it, especially Jinyoung, but it has seemed like Jaebeom has been curving you, too.

Maybe he has just been giving up.

This makes your head hurt, you think, bending down to rest your forehead against the counter. The fucking gifts, man. Mark is right—the bracelet, the rose lamp, the museum tickets. How did he remember that small detail you mentioned… when did you even mention it? You can’t remember, yet he did! Jesus, all this time you’ve wasted being an absolute clown over this. You’ll have to do something about it. Tonight, you decide, looking to the clock above the stove. 11:12 PM. Forty-eight minutes until New Year’s. You’ll kiss him, and that’s when you will—

“Ahem.” Behind you, someone clears their throat and it quite literally feels as if you have jumped out of your skin. “Jesus Christ!” You jump, spinning around with a heart thumping in your chest. Your heartbeat only mildly slows once you realize it’s only Jaebeom. OnlyJaebeom, yeah. “I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, chuckling awkwardly. “Did I interrupt something?”

You wince, beyond humiliated he caught you mid-pep talk slash breakdown. “No, no. You’re fine, I was just, um…”

“Catching a breath?” He finishes when you trail off. Maybe he’s not so drunk, after all.

“Yeah,” you whisper, looking to your feet.

After a long moment of silence, Jaebeom clears his throat. “Listen, ___, I… I’ve been meaning to talk to you, and—”

“Wait!” You interrupt before your brain has even caught up. His eyes widen in surprise at your sudden excitement. “I need to tell you something, first.”

“Ohhh ‘kay,” he laughs nervously, stepping closer to lean against the counter beside you and his proximity suddenly makes it very hard to breathe, let alone figure out what you want to say.

“I don’t know where to start. Okay, um, first, I guess. The gifts you gave me? Amazing. Probably one of the best I’ve ever gotten. So thank you, really,” you start, rushed and out of breath. Jaebeom hums, lips tilting into an amused smirk. You don’t miss how he leans just barely closer. “Second. Mark was just talking to me, and he said something that just… fucked me up. Apparently, I’m good at school but not at catching when someone actually, truly likes me.”

At this, Jaebeom’s curiosity has peaked and his heartbeat starts to mirror your own. “I don’t know how this happened. I know we kissed over the summer, and you have been my friend for years but all of a sudden, I realized that I like you. You’re like, one of my favorite people in the world. But then things got crazy busy and I told myself I needed to concentrate, but for fuck’s sake, I’m still head over heels for you after all this time. And Mark said that if I don’t stop curving you, soon you are going to find someone else and, Jesus, I don’t think I can live with myself if I let you slip by.”

Somewhere in the middle of your ramble, Jaebeom has pressed himself to you and curled a finger through a belt loop in your jeans to keep you there against him. Even up close, he is so unbearably handsome, nose still beet red from the cold, lips cracked and face left unshaven. “So,” he whispers, raising his free hand to cup your face, “are you ready to finally stop running from me?” You offer a tiny nod, nuzzling into his hand before, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Can you kiss me?” Jaebeom doesn’t waste any time bothering to answer, tipping your chin up to meet his lips. Jaebeom’s kiss is soft, just a drawn-out peck but it’s enough to drop kick your sanity right out the door. “Tastes like buffalo chicken,” he whispers with a smile, just barely pulling back. Just as soon as he has stopped, you are fisting your hands into his jacket and tugging him back, greedily opening his mouth with yours and whimpering against him once he has caught the hint and slackened his jaw to deepen the kiss. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but kissing Jaebeom leaves you breathless, limbs weak kind of drunk on his taste and leaving you desperate for more.

“Jaebeom,” you sigh dreamily, arching into him when he drags a hand down your spine. “Fuck,” he whispers, pushing you further against the cabinets and mindlessly gyrating his hips with yours. Hands brushing past your ass to grip the back of your thighs, he orders, “Jump.” You do as he says, allowing him to help you onto the counter and you distantly pray someone doesn’t walk in on you, especially Youngjae. He’ll murder you if you knock something down.

“Can’t believe you’ve kept me waiting all this time when you kiss like that,” Jaebeom mutters, kissing along the length of your neck and groaning against your skin when your hands brush along the waistband of his pants. “Never met someone who wears an ugly sweater and still manages to be the hottest one in the room.”

Your breath hitches when his hand slips beneath your sweater, fingers brushing just over your bra and leaving fire in their wake. “Impossible,” you huff, wrapping your legs around him to pull him impossibly closer, his involuntary thrusts brushing deliciously against you, “when I say the same thing about you.” Jaebeom chuckles, returning to your mouth and cradling your jaw to meet him. You could do this forever, you think, nails digging into his arms when his hand cards through your hair and he kisses like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

“God, I can’t do this when I’m not sober,” he sighs, leaning his forehead against yours and you can’t help but smile at the soft gesture. “Me too,” you admit, reaching to play with the soft hair at the back of his neck, “we can do this whenever now, though.” Jaebeom chuckles, leaning back to admire you before placing a much softer kiss on your lips. “Does that mean you’ll go out on a date with me?”

“Well, yes, of course,” you grin, sliding off the counter and cupping his face, “I meant what I said. I can’t bear the thought of not giving us a chance.”

“It’s about damn time,” Jaebeom teases, earning a light punch to his arm. “Hey! I’ve been stressed out of my mind. I was blind when it came to seeing you flirt with me.”

“I’m kidding, ___,” he chuckles, “I’m glad it took us until now. It’s a good way to start off the year, knowing I’ll meet my New Year’s Resolution and be able to bone you sooner than later.”

Your eyes widen at his words, warmth instantly blooming its way up your neck when you glance to the growing tent in his slacks and he lets out a triumphant laugh. In the midst of your embarrassed flush, the back-door slides open and none other than Jinyoung starts shouting, “Where the fuck have y’all been? Oh— shit! What happened?”

Then, not a heartbeat later, “Kiss! KIIIISSSSSSS!”

“KISS!” Maggie screams, bouncing behind Jinyoung and it isn’t until you look up do you understand. Of fucking course— the stupid mistletoe.

“Shall we, m’lady?” Jaebeom asks, voice laced with amusement. You quirk a brow at him, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him closer.

“We shall.”

Not even three hours into the new decade, Jaebeom has already met his New Year’s Resolution.

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painting your galaxy | ijb [M]

w.c : 1.7k+

warnings : soft smut, love-making, really, not heavy smut. It’s a first for me too.

a/n : A continuation from the previous painting the galaxy, the fic for @fairygyeom‘s birthday. I wanted to make part 2 of it which has sexual contents so people can choose not to read this one instead of merging both of it together. Also i am glad that @jj-nyoung helped me by beta-reading, i laughed at how much grammatical errors were there. Hope yall enjoy reading this! My first ever soft smut.

Your back hits the cold duvet and you shiver just as Jaebeom places you carefully on the bed. He follows, caging your frame with his own as he drops kisses all over your face and presses his lips onto your skin. How you managed to come home safely is questionable, judging by the way Jaebeom had his mind clouded with sexual thoughts all the way home.

You are surprised that he can still function well.

A kiss on your neck, followed by a tongue lapping at a particular jugular vein had your mind back to the man on top of you. His hand wanders aimlessly, trying to feel every crook of you as though he doesn’t have enough. His calloused hand finds your hip, pressing it down to keep you staying still.

Your hand finds his hair, tugging at the black locks after he mouthed your clothed breast and made your nipple harden under the layer of clothes. The sex tonight feels different, far from your usual adventure. By now Jaebeom is supposed to be ripping you out of your clothes because as much as the man is patient with you, he is not in bed.

“Jaebeom.” You manage to squeak a word when he pops the button of your jeans, slipping his hot hand under the tight material. His touches burn you, more than anything when it slides just across your sex and slips further, cupping your now- probably- drenched core.

Jaebeom is still lapping at your skin, he had your shirt bunched slightly higher than your chest. Your breasts however, are spilling out of your bra, courtesy of the impatient Jaebeom, whose open mouth is devouring your now abused skin. “God, princess.”

“Your nipples are so hard.” He drags a tongue across your taut bud and hollows his cheeks to suck, the pressure stimulating your bundle of nerves and sending shivers to your spine. The blunt tip of your nail scratches his scalp in return, wanting him to stop foreplaying and enter you instantly.

“Jaebeommie.” You whine, making him stop in his track. “Please, inside me. Please?”

Begging should do it. He should bend his will for you, as this is your birthday. He ought to grant you whatever you want.

“Take off your clothes, princess.” At that you shoot up, tugging the materials off you harshly and throwing it aimlessly to the floor. Where they’ll land, you’ll think about it later.

Jaebeom, however, is amused at how fast you comply, even stripping down to nothing in just a few seconds. He never saw you being so needy, but not that he is complaining. Instead he shreds down his own clothes, leaving it as a heap of bundled clothes on the floor.

“So..needy.” he lets his hand graze your thigh, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You know he’s trying to delay it; he wants to take his time. As much as he is impatient, he can also be the most patient person when it comes to sex. “Aren’t you so needy tonight?”

You nod, not even trying to deny it. You are needy, you’ve been excited since you made out while stargazing. It is still an amusement that he didn’t take you right then and there because honestly, he looks like he can.

“Please Jaebeom. Inside me.”

He hums, the pad of his thumb finally finding your throbbing clitoris. One swipe and you jolt as an immediate reaction to his touch. You have learnt that your body is absolutely sensitive to touch when you’re horny, you seem to buckle every time Jaebeom plays with either your nipples or your clitoris. Either way, you have no complaints.

In no time, Jaebeom has you a moaning mess, only by rubbing the pad of his thumb over and over your clit. He keeps his eyes on you, watching you slowly falling apart under his touch.

“So beautiful.” He switches his hand, one hand rubbing and the other slipping a finger inside you, making you throw your head behind. One is not enough. One is just a child play for Jaebeom. “More?”

One becomes two, two becomes three. Tears are forming at the corner of your eyes because of how full you’re feeling down there. Jaebeom just keeps pumping his fingers in and out, repeatedly pressing the spot that makes you cry louder each time.

Jaebeom has a thing watching you becoming a mess for him. To him it feels like an achievement, watching his girl cumming only from his fingers.

“My beautiful princess.” Head thrown and sweat trickling all over your body, you feel like you’re burning. A particular hard thrust though, sends you into a firework of white vision, your legs cramping and your core throbbing violently, clamping on Jaebeom’s fingers. It’s extremely tight but somehow Jaebeom manages to still pump you through the orgasm while swiftly rubbing your clit to calm you down. “Wanna make you cum like this, every day.”

He stands, shredding one last piece of his clothes, hard on springing up to show how hard it has been for him. Slowly he crawls, effectively caging you again while his length rubs your thigh. You feel it twitch upon bumping into some goose bumps that have been painting your skin for a while now.

Jaebeom, being the lover he is, cradles your head after he positions his bulbous head at your entrance.

“Tonight, princess.” You feel him slowly entering you, inch by inch of his hard length penetrates your core. “I’m going to make you feel good.”

Halfway, probably, you don’t know anymore, you sob at the sensation of fullness brought by his dick. He stills, knowing how incredibly tight you can be after your first orgasm. Then when you nod, he reaches for your fingers and locks them together before pushing more of him inside you.

In return, you lol your head to the side, holding your intertwined hands as a support.

“You’re extremely tight, princess.” He catches his breath, a pained look painting his face when you accidentally squeeze him. “Shit.”

“Move.” You said. “Please.”

Jaebeom wastes no time pulling back and slams into you with the intensity of a mad man, right to your pleasure spot. Your mouth forms an ‘o’, clouded by his delicious thrust. You want every day to be your birthday.

He chuckles, pushing your hands up above your head. “I can make love to you like this every day, princess.”

You blush, realising that you unknowingly voiced your thoughts out.

“Tell me how you feel.” Jaebeom’s length, thick and full inside you, keeps plowing in and out without giving you time to think. You wanted to laugh, as if you needed time to think, really. “Does it feel full, baby?”

You nod hurriedly, afraid that he pulls a stunt if you don’t answer instantly. “So big, Jaebeom.”

He laughs, agreeing with what you’ve muttered. “Harder?”

Again you nod, wanting him to break you. “Make love to me, Jae..”

You get a moan as a response and if you squint really hard, you can feel his member twitching inside you. In return, Jaebeom stills and drops his head to your shoulder, obviously affected by your words.

“Say that again.” He pleads.

You, knowing there is no harm saying it again, thread his hair and press a kiss to his lips. “Make love to me, Jae. Make me feel good.”

At that he picks up his speed, which started as a mere push but is now gradually turning harder. At one point your legs are folded and Jaebeom is practically drilling his length into you in full force.

Jaebeom’s hands are everywhere, all over your body, determined to make you cum again.

“So pretty. So so pretty.” He repeats like a mantra, one hand pinching your taut bud. “Feels good, right princess?”

Your mind is everywhere. Each time your walls clench around Jaebeom’s length, a wave of emotion hits you and you’re sent to the clouds. Each thrust is hard and short but manages to hit that spot repeatedly.

“Yes.” your voice comes out like croak, thanks to the whimpers you’ve been making every time Jaebeom plunges inside you. “Yes, Jaebeom. Yes.”

“Do you know,” Jaebeom’s pained voice alerts you, though you don’t think he’s in pain but he manages to catch your attention which is now actually everywhere. “You’re so unbelievably tight but your juices, fuck, your juices help me move faster.”

An embarrassing moan escapes you and makes you hide your face, you wanted to die from Jaebeom’s crudeness. “Shut up, Jaebeom.”

Giggles, moans and whimpers fill the love-making alternately, accompanied by Jaebeom’s labored breath and the slapping of his hip with yours. Just as you think you are safe, Jaebeom cradles your head again, reaching for your lips and tasting you.

“I love you.” despite his softness, his pace is wilding, now every thrust is aimed to make you feel stars. Your vision slowly turns blurry, back arched and hands gripping the sheet intensely. “I love you.”

Jaebeom knows that you’re close, your velvety walls are clamping on him therefore he mouths your neck, licking the jenture between your neck and your shoulder.

“Let it go, baby.” he whispers, triggering the sensation you’ve been seeking from the start. In a split second you struggle to lock your eyes with him, involuntarily tipping your head back and finally, you reach the ecstasy zone, blunt nails digging into Jaebeom’s shoulders for support. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me.”

You sob, your lower region contracts violently despite Jaebeom still thrusting into you to help you ride out your high and to reach his. Your mind is filled with his praises until you feel another euphoria, the sensation of his cum filling you up completely until you feel bloated.

Jaebeom rests half of his upper body on you, his hands still caging you while he takes his breath. It was a mind-blowing sex, a different one from all of your adventures.

“I love you.” he says, dropping a kiss on your forehead before groaning out loud after you squeeze his buried length. You giggle in return when he narrows his eyes on you. “You’re turned on because I said I love you?”

He laughs again, nosing your cheeks and drops another kiss. “Well now I know why you’re always ready for me.”

“Oh my god!” you gasp loudly and whack his arm. Trust Jaebeom to be the crudest. “Jaebeom!”

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smileysuh · 5 years ago

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open season pt 2

🌙 staring. Mark & Jinyoung & Jaebum & Jackson x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. you tell your fuck buddy you slept with three of his friends, and he takes it... shockingly well, until one of his friends starts pushing his buttons.

cw/ tw. 5some, orgy, oral (m/f reciving), dirty talk, aggression, multiple orgasms, hand jobs, over stimulation, anal, praise, degradation, spanking, choking, daddy/sir kinks, vouyerism, spit roasting, etc... I pet names. sir, baby, daddy, etc...

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 8.2k

🍭 aus. fuck buddy au, non idol, poly, etc...

☀️ mlist + an. read part one here first :)

Your groan and fumble for your phone, answering it and putting it against your ear, “Hello?”

“You sound like shit.” comes Jaebum’s pleasant voice, you love it when he teases you, but this time, your blood runs cold. You sit up quickly, pulling the covers of the bed tight to your chest as you look to Jinyoung, he’s watching you with furrowed brows.

“You woke me up, but it’s fine,” you say, “uh, what’s up?”

“Just wanted to see how the party went, sorry I couldn’t come. I’ll make it up to you?”

Your heart clenches in your chest, “honestly it’s fine, it’s not your job-”

“I know, but I want to see you, wanna get dinner?”

“Dinner.” you repeat. You’ve been seeing him for four months and you’ve had your share of netflix and chill pizza nights, but he’s never referred to them as ‘dinner’ before.

“Yeah.” Jaebum laughs awkwardly on the other end of the line, “you know, like a date.” His words make your breath catch and a moment of silence passes. The silence makes Jaebum’s heart race and he struggles to fix things, “I just- last night, I was talking to Jackson and he made me realize a few things, I can tell you in person, but I really care about you, and I want to take you on an actual date... if that’s okay with you.”

Twenty four hours ago you would have jumped at the chance to go on a date with Jaebum. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t majorly crushing on your fuck buddy, but you always assumed it wouldn’t be anything more than sex.

Jinyoung sits up, watching you cautiously and shame spreads through you. You’re talking about going on a date with your fuck buddy while you share the bed of his best friend.

“Yeah,” you say, realizing you’ve yet to answer, “dinner sounds amazing.”

“Okay, I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Great, I’ll see you then.” You can hear him smiling and even though your chest is hurting, it makes you smile too.

“Yeah, bye.”

“Bye.”

You wait for him to hang up before putting your phone down and looking at Jinyoung, “I-”

“Did he just ask you out on a date?”

You’re still in shock but you manage to nod.

Jinyoung can see the conflicted look on your face and he stays quiet, giving you space to think. Instead, his eyes wander over you, narrowing in on the three large marks on your neck. Jinyoung frowns, “I’m going to go get you some ice for your neck.” he says, eager to leave the room and have his own time to think.

“Thank you.” you say, watching him slip on his pants and leave the room.

Jinyoung goes to the main floor of the mansion and sits on the stairs, putting his head in his hands, eyes closing.

He’s fucked up and he knows it.

He’s never felt like this before. On one hand, he’s happy, because he got to spend the night with you. He feels things for you, things he’s never felt before. But on the other hand, Jaebum just asked you out.

Jinyoung should have known that Jaebum liked you. He should have seen it, but he was so blinded in his own attraction that he completely missed Jaebum’s affection for you being beyond the physical.

“Is she still asleep?” Mark’s voice startles Jinyoung and his head snaps up.

Both Jackson and Mark are on two of the sofas in the living room, sitting up and looking at him.

Jinyoung sighs, shaking his head, “Jaebum called her and woke us up.”

Mark and Jackson stay silent, which is how they all know things are bad. Jinyoung stands up, remembering his mission: ice.

Mark and Jackson follow him to the kitchen, “so?” Mark presses, “what happened?”

“Jaebum asked her out for dinner.” Jinyoung answers, expression remaining blank as he puts ice into a cup.

“Shit.” Jackson runs a hand through his hair, “this is really bad.”

“So now what?” Mark asks.

“Now Y/N goes to dinner with Jaebum and we all back off.” Jinyoung answers.

“Just like that?” Mark looks shocked.

“What else are we supposed to do?” Jinyoung growls, tension evident in his shoulders.

“Well for starters, we all branded her neck, what the fuck is Jaebum gonna do when he shows up to dinner and sees her covered in marks like that?” Jackson points out.

“And!” Mark buts in, “we decided last night that we have to tell him what happened, we can’t lie, it would ruin everything.”

Jinyoung suddenly throws the red solo cup filled with ice across the room, the sudden sound making everyone jump as he turns to glare at his friends, “you think I don’t fucking know that!? You think i haven’t thought about this? We all fucked up last night and now we have to face the consequences, but challenging Jaebum on this won’t help anything, it will make things so much worse. We all fucked up but it’s not just our careers on the line here if this hurts Jaebum, it’s Yugyeom’s, and Youngjae’s and Bambam’s. The entire group will be fucked if we don’t sort this out.”

Mark and Jackson exchange a look as Jinyoung turns away from them, getting a new cup for ice.

You hesitantly enter the kitchen, having heard the whole thing, “hi.” you say, voice nearly a whisper, but everyone in the kitchen turns to look at you. You rub your neck as if you wish you could wipe off the marks there, “I’m-” you bite your lip, “I’m really sorry I put you guys in this position, I should have known better-”

“We’re all at fault.” Jinyoung assures you, holding out the cup of ice for you to take. He offers you a small smile.

Jackson finds a cloth to wrap the ice in so it’s not directly touching your skin, then he helps you press the cool compress to your neck, watching you carefully, eyes full of concern, “what do you think?” he asks you.

“I agree that we have to tell him.” you say, “and I think... I think it’s up to me to do it.”

“You don’t have to-” Mark begins but you shake your head at him.

“if he’s going to be angry at anyone, I want him to be angry at me. I’ll tell him that I told you guys not to bring it up with him until I saw him first. I’ll tell him it was all my fault-”

Jackson sighs, “baby-”

“I’ve made up my mind.” you say firmly, “I’m not going to be some slut who breaks up Got7.”

“Don’t call yourself that.” Jinyoung says, eyes dark as he looks at you. You’re startled by his concern. His arms are crossed over his chest and he looks angry but there’s still a softness in his eyes. He dominates the room, but he’s allowing you to make your own choices on this situation, which you appreciate.

“Anyways, I, uh, think I should go home.” You say.

“Let me give you a ride,” Jackson says, offering you a smile.

“Thank you,” you look at Mark and Jinyoung.

Mark pulls you into a hug, “you have my number right?”

“Yeah, from the time we did movie night at the dorms.”

“Use it okay? Call me if you need anything. This doesn’t all have to be on you.” Mark tells you.

“Thanks.” you look to Jinyoung but he’s looking down at his feet, refusing to meet your gaze or even say goodbye. You frown and allow Jackson to take your hand, leading you out of the mansion and towards where his car is parked, “is Jinyoung mad at me?” you ask.

Jackson shakes his head, “no, he’s just-” he sighs, “He likes you a lot.”

“Really?” you ask in shock.

“i mean, he did the whole ‘you’re mine’ thing last night remember?” Jackson sneaks a glance at you when you reach a stop sign, “I think he kind of meant it.”

“This is such a mess.” you groan, covering your face with your hands.

“You know, Bambam said it will probably work out-”

“Wow! that makes me feel so much better!” you say sarcastically.

Jackson smiles at you, “I’m serious. Jaebum can’t stay mad at us forever.”

Us. You wonder if that includes you. You feel like it does. It feels nice to be part of ‘us’ as if you’re in their unit.

Jackson pulls up in front of your place, he’s picked you up two times with Jaebum after practices so he knows your address. “Look, if things go badly tonight, call me or Mark and we’ll show up with ice cream and some chick flicks and Mark will cry while we watch movies-”

“Can we all cry?”

“Fuck yeah we can all cry.” Jackson smiles, “we all like you. You’re a good person Y/N, I really don’t think this will be as bad as we all think it will.”

“i hope you’re right.”

You want to touch your neck, it’s a nervous thing, but you keep reminding yourself that you can’t. You don’t want to smudge the makeup. Even as it is, the concealer doesn’t fully cover the marks. In the right lighting it will be obvious you’re hiding something.

You wondered at first if you should even bother covering them, after all, you’re going to tell Jaebum what happened. But you decided that rubbing the marks in his face is not the best idea.

You see his car turn down your street and you can feel your heart racing in your chest.

When he pulls up in front of you, you force a smile onto your face, opening the door and getting in, “hi.”

“hey.” he beams at you, pulling you into a slightly awkward hug. He’s so warm and comforting, you’ve been getting so used to his embrace.

He pulls back slightly so he can cup your cheek, pressing his lips against yours softly, “you smell good.” he tells you, moving to get a good look at you.

“Thanks, new perfume.” you say, “how are you?”

He shrugs, “I’m okay. The dorm was pretty quiet today, I think everyone was tired from the party.”

You nod, feeling your heart thumping harder in your chest.

“Anyways,” he smiles, “what kind of food do you want?”

“I have to tell you something.” you blurt out.

His expression changes and he looks at you with concern, waiting for you to continue.

You take a deep breath, running a hand through your hair, “I really don’t know how to say this.”

“Just go for it,” he suggests, laughing awkwardly, “you’re kind of scaring me.”

“it’s nothing bad about you, I promise.” you grab his hand, squeezing it, “I messed up.”

“If this is about Jackson seeing you with guys at the party last night then it’s fine-” he stops talking when you shake your head at him, biting at your lip nervously.

“I-” you begin to talk but then Jaebum’s eyes land on your neck.

His eye brows furrow and he grabs at your jaw, forcing you to look to the side to give him a better view, “did someone hurt you?” he growls, unable to tell if you’re covering hand marks or hickeys.

“No-”

He makes you look at him again, his gaze stoney, “just tell me.”

He can be so soft at times, but Jaebum does have this dominant side to him. The side of him that makes you call him Daddy, the side that likes to leave you so wrecked that you can barely walk.

“I slept with Jinyoung.”

His jaw clenches.

“And Mark.”

His lips part.

“And Jackson.”

There’s a few moments of silence, “is that it?” he asks, voice low, “sure you don’t want to add Bambam to the list?”

You shake your head, “it was just those three.”

He turns to stare at the steering wheel, two hands coming up to grip it so tightly his knuckles turn white.

“I’m sorry-” you begin, feeling your eyes start to well with tears.

Jaebum doesn’t answer, but he starts the car, pulling out into traffic.

“I know I fucked up-”

“Stop talking.” he says, pressing down on the gas pedal. You shut your mouth, feeling a tear slip down your cheek as your lower lip begins to tremble, a small sound leaving your mouth. Jaebum glances at you briefly, “don’t cry.”

You sniffle, rubbing your eyes with your hands.

“And wipe the makeup off your neck.” he instructs. When you don’t immediately follow his command, Jaebum’s hand goes to your thigh, squeezing, “don’t make me ask you twice.”

You begin to rub at your neck with your hands, revealing the marks left by his band mates.

The car is eerily silent and your whole body is tense. You’re nearly shaking with anxiety and when Jaebum notices, his hand begins to rub your thigh almost soothingly.

You look out at the traffic and realize you know exactly where he’s taking you: the dorms.

The entire group is in the kitchen, finally able to leave their rooms since Jaebum went to pick you up for your date.

Jinyoung looks down at the coffee in his hands as Yugyeom and Youngjae try to process what Mark and Jackson just told them about the party.

Yugyeom opens his mouth to say something when the front door to the dorms opens. Everyone nearly jumps as Jaebum walks in, dragging you behind him by your hand.

It’s obvious that you’re upset, but at least you’re not crying anymore. Jinyoung stiffens, eyes on the marks on your neck, still half covered by makeup.

“You three,” Jaebum motions to the maknae line, “get out.”

“Can I just go to my room-” Bambam rolls his eyes.

“Out. Now.” Jaebum growls.

The three younger men are quick to get up, grabbing phones and scurrying away. Yugyeom makes a worried face at you as he passes, squeezing your free hand as if to say ‘good luck.’

Jackson is standing up anxiously, Mark sitting at the kitchen table while his knee bobs and Jinyoung continues to lean against the countertop, sipping his coffee.

“Jaebum I can explain-” Jackson begins.

“No one talks unless I directly ask you a question.” Jaebum says, roughly pulling you so you’re standing in front of him, your back pressed to his chest. “Who did this?” he asks, making you show your neck.

“We all did.” Jackson answers quickly, ready to give Jaebum any information he wants with complete honesty.

“Who gets to mark you up princess?” Jaebum asks, breath hot as his lips tease your ear.

“You do daddy.” you answer immediately.

“And yet, you let three of my best friends do this to you.” he growls.

“I’m sorry daddy.” you whine, body trembling from all the emotions running through you.

“I know baby, I know,” Jaebum’s tone is softer and your skin tingles from it as he presses a soft kiss under your ear, your eyes close and your lips part at it, a sigh leaving your mouth.

Jaebum moves his arm so it’s across your stomach, keeping you pressed against him as he looks to his friends again, “who started it?”

“We did-” Mark says, pointing to him and Jackson, but Jackson steps forward, “I did.”

Jaebum’s eyes go to Jackson and he continues, “I texted you about Y/N dancing with guys and you said that you didn’t care who she got with.”

Jaebum hums, realizing the issue, “i see. So you thought I meant that I wouldn’t care if three of my best friends fucked the girl I’ve been seeing for four months.”

Jackson swallows thickly, “when you say it like that-”

Jaebum looks to Jinyoung, “what’s your excuse?”

Jinyoung sips his coffee. He’s the only one other than Jaebum who looks composed. He shrugs, “I saw Mark and Jackson taking her upstairs, Jackson showed me your text and I guess i was tired of hearing Y/N scream another mans name.”

Jaebum stiffens behind you.

Jinyoung is challenging Jaebum, not directly, but enough to make the alpha male behind you mad.

“You have something else to say.” Jaebum states.

“You don’t want to know what I think.” Jinyoung says.

“Say it.” Jaebum growls.

Jinyoung sets down his coffee, looking Jaebum directly in the eyes, “you’ve been seeing her for four months but you haven’t become exclusive. For four months i’ve watched Y/N be amazing to you, I always thought she deserved more. I spent one night with her and it was enough to convince me that I was right.”

Your breath is caught in your throat as you watch Jinyoung stare down Jaebum.

Jinyoung likes you. Jinyoung wants you. He thinks you deserve to be more than just a fuck buddy.

This is why he was acting so weird when you both woke up.

“She does deserve more.” Jaebum says, “I realized that last night after messaging Jackson.”

He’s a day too late. He had four months to figure it out, four months where you didn’t so much as look at his band mates. And now you’re in this predicament.

There are a few moments of silence, then Jaebum sighs, “I shouldn’t have said I didn’t care who you got with baby.” he tells you.

“I shouldn’t have slept with your friends.” you respond, lacing your fingers with the hand that covers your stomach.

“We shouldn’t have even gone after you in the first place.” Jackson says, eager to admit his own fault in the situation, Mark is quick to nod and agree.

Eyes turn to Jinyoung. He sips his coffee.

There are a few moments of tense silence where you all wait for him to apologize for something and wrap this entire argument up neatly in a bow.

He says nothing.

“Say something.” Jackson nudges Jinyoung, eyes wide with worry as Jaebum gets visibly angrier with each passing moment.

Jinyoung sips his coffee then sets it down, looking Jaebum in the eyes. “I’m sorry your baby’s going to be thinking of me every time you fuck her from now on.”

Jaebum’s grip on you tightens and you let out a little squeak, jaw dropping. You’re caught between two dom’s and there’s nothing you can do but stand there and see how it plays out.

“Did he fuck you that good baby?” Jaebum asks, voice oddly calm as he presses his lips against your neck, making you shiver.

You’re torn. you either lie and make Jinyoung feel bad, or tell the truth and make the situation worse.

“I- no, he didn’t.” you lie.

“Thought you said you’d be a good girl for me princess,” Jinyoung’s voice startles you and his words make Jaebum hold you even tighter, your whole body constricted, “and good girls don’t lie.”

Your breath is caught in your throat.

They must have all noticed that it took you a moment to respond, even Jackson is looking at you with a face that says ‘I pity you and your lying skills.’

It’s now obvious to Jaebum that you care about him. You’ve never lied to him, and yet you just did, to make him feel better. He’s so conflicted in his emotions, but there’s one thing he’s quite certain about: his pride has just been hurt. And he needs to once more prove his dominance.

“Think you can make her cum better than I can?” Jaebum challenges.

Jinyoung laughs to himself, “is that even a question.”

You’re shocked by Jinyoung’s behaviour.

You knew Jinyoung had a dominant take-no-shit kind of personality, but this is something you never expected. Especially since just this morning he was talking about not pissing Jaebum off.

“What do you think princess?” Jaebum’s teeth nip at your ear and you shiver, “wanna let Jinyoung have one last taste before I prove to him that I know you best?”

“Won’t-” You bite your lip, turning in Jaebum’s arms so you can look him in the eyes, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, “won’t this make things worse? I don’t want to make you angry.”

“This will make me happy sweetheart.” Jaebum assures you, running his thumb along your bottom lip, “I promise.”

You’re not sure if you trust him, but he does look sincere. He even looks calm, which is odd. This whole situation is confusing you, but you don’t mind, you feel comfortable letting Jaebum call the shots.

“Okay.” you say.

“Go to the bedroom.” Jaebum says, letting go of you.

He watches you scurry away and then turns to the guys, “this is the last time any of you get to so much as touch her.” he warns them, ignoring the way Jinyoung rolls his eyes.

“Got it.” Jackson says, and then he’s running off towards the bedroom.

Jaebum sighs at Jackson’s eagerness and the three other men follow him.

You’re shocked when Jackson is the first one through the door, “what happened?” you ask as he scoops you up in his arms, keeping you close to his chest. You really enjoy Jackson, he could be your best friend, and it helps that he’s gorgeous.

“They’re fine,” he assures you, pushing some hair from your face, “I think you’re in for a rough night though.” he teases, hand squeezing your ass and making you laugh.

“I like rough.”

“if you need water or a break just let me know okay?” he says sincerely, pressing a kiss to your nose delicately.

You’re quite confused about all of this.

First Jinyoung sent you some very strong boyfriend vibes, then Jaebum, and now Jackson is acting like this-

Part of you wonders what Mark’s boyfriend vibes would be like but you try to push the thought from your mind.

Jaebum enters the room and stops when he sees you and Jackson hugging each other, Jackson’s lips still on your nose. He quickly pulls away, not wanting Jaebum to see the tender moment but he’s too late.

Jaebum is starting to realize he may have more of a problem than he initially thought with just Jinyoung as a competitor.

Jinyoung smiles when he sees you and Jackson. He’s enjoying the fact that Jaebum is having his face completely rubbed in this whole thing, enjoying the fact that Jaebum had thought he was in compete control when he’d walked into the dorms with you in tow.

“Mark should get to have fun first, he never got a taste last time.” Jinyoung’s voice startles you and your eyes move from Jaebum to the other dom in the room.

“She tastes so good.” Jackson hums at the memory, leaning in and pressing an affectionate kiss to your neck.

Jaebum’s jaw muscle feathers as he clenches his teeth, “fine.” he gives in, he’ll be more careful about getting to give instructions later. He watches Mark push you onto the bed, not wasting any time as he pulls your jeans off of your body. “Make her cum Mark, but don’t take too long or I’ll have to show you how it’s done.”

“And Jackson should get her mouth, he was the only one who didn’t last time, it was a shame he missed out.” Jinyoung says.

Jaebum’s fist clenches at his side and Jinyoung’s smile widens. All eyes are on Jaebum.

“Fine, but no cumming in her mouth-” Jaebum begins and Jackson immediately goes to join you on the bed.

“They know, I warned them not to last time.” Jinyoung interrupts, everyone freezes, looking to Jaebum for a reaction.

You’re sure that you, Jackson and Mark are all waiting for Jaebum to explode and kick everyone out of the room. Or even perhaps physically fight Jinyoung.

“Maybe you should both just shut up and let us work?” Mark tests the waters when Jaebum doesn’t fight back against Jinyoung. He wants to see how much he can get away with.

Jaebum and Jinyoung both glare at Mark but neither say anything and you let out a breath of relief.

Jackson lays next to you, eyes down on Mark who slips your panties off, adjusting your body so your legs are over his shoulders as he kneels next to the bed. His breath is warm on your pussy and your legs shake, “fuck you smell so good.” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your thigh that turns into a bite, his beautiful sharp teeth teasing your skin and making you whine.

Jackson grins at his friend’s antics, then his attention goes back to you and he realizes your shirt is still on. Jackson helps you out of your shirt and then you all look to Mark, who is still teasing and leaving kisses up and down your thigh.

Jackson grabs one of your breasts, rolling your sensitive bud between two fingers while he captures the other in his mouth. You moan his name, grabbing at his hair, and this sets off Mark who dives into your pussy.

He laps at your folds like he’s a starving man, eager to taste you and make you feel good. His tongue feels nice, not as great as Jaebum’s, but who could beat Jaebum with tongue tricks?

Jackson moves his kisses up to your neck, finding your sweet spot. Your hips buckle up and Mark holds you down with two hands, moving his tongue so it’s swirling around your sensitive clit while he looks up to watch Jackson groping your chest and kissing your neck.

Jackson looks absolutely needy, his kisses sloppy, his hands rough on your skin, and Mark smiles. He pulls away from your cunt, tapping your inner thigh to get your attention, “on all fours.” he tells you.

You quickly follow his instructions, sneaking a glance to see what Jaebum and Jinyoung are up to.

They’re both still near the doorway, standing with their arms crossed over their chests. Jinyoung is grinning and Jaebum does not look happy. You guess that even though they’re both just watching, they’re probably in some kind of pissing match where neither wants to be the first to go get a seat or touch themselves.

Jackson regains your attention when he grabs at your jaw, making you look up at him, “ready princess?” he asks. He’s removed his shirt, showing off his gorgeous torso, but he still has joggers on. You eagerly push them down, grabbing his hard cock and wrapping your lips around the head, swirling your tongue.

Jackson moans, grabbing at your hair to keep you in place so he can slowly thrust in and out of your mouth while Mark attacks your pussy again. This new angle lets Mark focus on teasing you more and his tongue flicks at your clit until your legs are shaking with anticipation.

You whimper around Jackson when Mark’s mouth leaves your core, but you’re rewarded by two fingers a moment later. Then teeth drag across your ass cheek and you nearly squeal, body jolting at the sudden unexpected contact. Jackson’s cock goes deeper down your throat and you nearly gag around him, eyes beginning to water deliciously from all of the different stimuli.

The sounds are sinful. You can hear how wet you are, and Mark growls as he teases the flesh of your ass with his teeth, you’re nearly gagging with every one of Jackson’s thrusts, and he’s moaning above you, head thrown back as he fucks your mouth with reckless abandon.

The three of you are completely enraptured in each other and you can feel your orgasm building as Mark curls his fingers to hit your gspot. You suck harder on Jackson’s cock and he sucks in a breath, opening his eyes to look down at you.

Your whines get louder as Mark bites down on your ass again, the pain mixing with the pleasure and throwing you over the edge. Jackson removes himself from your mouth but you continue to sloppily jack him off while your entire body spasms from your orgasm, pussy trembling around Mark’s fingers.

When you finish, Mark takes his fingers out of you, flipping you onto your back. You watch as he moves away from you, slipping his digits into his mouth and sending you a wink while Jackson moves to be between your legs.

He slides into you easily and your pussy clenches around him, walls still sensitive from your orgasm. Jackson presses a delicate kiss to your lips as you tangle your fingers in his soft hair.

“fuck, you’re so hot.” Jackson tells you, latching his lips to your neck. He loves the way you gasp when he teases your sweet spot, tongue dancing across your skin.

You turn your head to the side to give Jackson more access to your neck, and your eyes lock on Mark. He’s watching Jackson fuck you while he strokes his own cock, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth is concentration.

Jackson’s hips snap against you, the smacking of skin on skin filling the room. he reaches between your bodies, pressing his fingers to your clit and making your whole body tense at the overstimulation, “Jackson-” You tear your gaze from Mark, pulling Jackson’s face away from your neck so you can look him in the eyes as you pant.

“Cum for me princess.” he says, voice low and husky.

He feels so good, so warm and perfect. One more nice roll of his hips has you cumming on his cock and your orgasm drags him over the edge with you. Jackson moans loudly, kissing you as he ruts against you wildly. He laces his fingers with yours and something in your chest melts.

Everyone else in the room notices the intimate locking of your fingers. Mark and Jinyoung both enjoy it.

Mark has a major voyerisom kink that he’s only just starting to explore by watching you with his friends, and it definitely feels like you and Jackson are completely in your own little world, which makes Mark’s heart race. He rubs himself harder, cumming into his hand, low moans leaving his throat as he watches you and Jackson finish.

Jinyoung appreciates the intimate aspect of it because he cares about you and Jackson, and it’s nice for him to see both of you thriving, especially since you’re so beautiful when you cum.

Jaebum on the other hand, is not smiling as he watches. He’s getting more and more worried, mind reeling. He’s never tried to hold your hand during sex, he always just doms you, but you and Jackson look so good together. You and Jackson look like something real.

And the way you reacted to both Mark and Jackson earlier has Jaebum even more worried.

You and Jackson are now just holding each other, eyes closed, entangled like lovers. Jaebum licks his lips, “You’re gonna ride Jinyoung for us princess.” he says, stepping towards the bed, “you’d love that right?” he sits near your head, brushing his fingers over your cheek as Jackson rolls off of you, “love being a little cock slut for your doms?”

You nod, still too dazed to make words, and you open your eyes to look up at Jaebum.

Jackson and Mark head to the bathroom as Jinyoung takes off his clothes and approaches the bed.

Jaebum pulls a chair so it’s next to the bed and he can watch as you crawl on top of Jinyoung who is now laying on the bed calmly in just briefs.

His hands go to your hips and he pulls you down so your dripping core grinds against his cock, making you moan and attach your lips to his.

One of his hands goes to cup your face, fingers tangling in your hair and keeping your lips on his. His other hand glides up and down your waist, enjoying the feeling of your curves. Then it travels down and smacks against your ass, making your body jolt, clit rubbing against his cock roughly.

You whimper against Jinyoung’s lips and he smirks, “suck me off baby, show me you deserve my cock.”

You begin to kiss down his neck, then his chest, going down until you reach the waistband of his briefs. You push them down eagerly, enjoying the way his thick cock springs against his abdomen when released from confinement.

You wrap your lips around him, not bothering to tease as you sink down, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can.

Your eyes close as you enjoy the feeling of it, enjoy how big he feels in your mouth and how his fingers feel combing through your hair.

“Such a good girl.” Jinyoung praises you.

You gag a little around him as you blow, but you know Jinyoung loves it when you get messy and eager for his cock. He loves to see you become his little cum slut, lips puffy, drool on your face.

The bed dips behind you and you recognize the feeling of Jaebum’s hands smoothing over your ass. you jolt when his thumb brushes over one of Mark’s bite marks, pulling your mouth off of Jinyoung so you can whine loudly.

“Ride him.” Jaebum instructs and you quickly adjust your position so you’re straddling Jinyoung’s waist. You hover over his cock, lining it up with your entrance, then Jaebum pushes you down onto Jinyoung. His cock fills you deliciously and you moan at the sudden stretch, having not expected Jaebum to push you down like that. But you’re so wet from your and Jackson’s orgasm that it doesn't even matter.

Jinyoung rubs your thighs, one hand going up to your waist as you swivel your hips, pussy clenching around his cock.

A hand presses against the middle of your back, pushing you down. You eagerly attach your lips to Jinyoung’s, and he anchors you with his hands so he can begin to thrust up into you.

You can feel Jaebum watching where you’re connected with Jinyoung and it makes you moan loudly, enjoying the feeling of Jinyoung roughly thrusting up into you.

“Stop moving.” Jaebum says from behind you, having had enough of the visual. He holds you down so you’re completely filled by Jinyoung.

Jinyoung glares at Jaebum but stops thrusting into you, allowing you to simply cock warm him while Jaebum calls the shots.

Jaebum pulls at your hair, bringing you up so your back is to his chest. Jinyoung’s hands go to grab at your breasts, tweaking your nipples and making you moan. your sounds are quickly quieted by Jaebum’s fingers entering your mouth and you suck eagerly.

His digits are gone too quickly and then he’s shoving you back down onto Jinyoung, his newly lubed fingers prodding your ass.

You and Jaebum have tried anal before, in fact, if there’s one thing in the world Jaebum owns of you, it’s your ass. And he knows it.

“Bet you’ve always wanted this huh princess?” Jaebum asks you, adding another finger as he stretches you out, “always been my little cock slut, should have known you’d be into this.”

His words make your pussy clench and Jinyoung groans from under you, fingers digging into your hips as you pant against the skin of his neck, pressing soft kisses as you adjust to having Jinyoung in your pussy and Jaebum’s fingers in your ass.

“How’s it feel having Jackson’s cum leaking out of you while Jinyoung fills you up?” Jaebum asks.

“So good.” you moan. He smacks at your ass and you yelp, correcting yourself, “so good, daddy.”

He removes his fingers from you and you groan at the loss, only to feel the head of his cock press against you next. It’s obvious he’s grabbed the lube he keeps in his night stand, and the head of his dick presses into you, making you gasp.

“Going to have to relax baby.” Jinyoung soothes you, running his fingers up and down your back, “can you do that for us?”

You nod against his shoulder, taking a deep breath as you force your body to calm down. Jaebum pushes deeper into you and you grab at the bedsheets until he’s fully sheathed in your ass.

Jinyoung and Jaebum can feel each other, although they’re separated by being in different holes.

Jaebum pulls out slightly only to push back in and you moan loudly, teeth sinking into Jinyoung’s neck. He immediately grabs at you, forcing you to look into his angry eyes, “no biting princess.” he warns you, squeezing your neck roughly.

Jaebum laughs from behind you, “oh, you didn’t know she becomes a biter when she’s really nice and horny?” he thrusts into you with each emphasized word and you moan loudly.

Jinyoung’s jaw clenches at Jaebum’s words.

“Don’t you know you have to give her something else to suck on?” Jaebum chastises, “Like Mark.”

All eyes go to the man sitting and watching. He’s hard again and quickly approaches the bed.

“You wanna suck Mark off like a good girl, don’t you baby?” Jaebum asks, roughly squeezing your ass cheek that had been decimated by Mark’s teeth earlier, making you moan from pain while nodding enthusiastically.

You move so you’re holding yourself up on your hands next to Jinyoung on the bed, still straddling the man under you while Jaebum slowly thrusts into you from behind, but now you also have access to Mark who is kneeling on the bed near you.

you wrap your lips around Mark and it becomes obvious to everyone that due to all the different motions, you’re pretty much just their stationary fuck toy. it feels so dirty, having Jaebum pound into you from behind, sending you forward onto Mark and Jinyoung’s dicks, only to pull you back. Jaebum sets the pace, Jinyoung and Mark try to match it.

Mark especially is being careful, not wanting to make you gag too much on his cock, even though every time you do it drives him wild. “Fuck,” Mark cusses, easily the most verbal of the three. His hand fists your hair, “so fucking good with your mouth.”

Jinyoung reaches between your bodies and his fingers rub at your clit, making your body jolt and clench around the men inside of you. You pull off of Mark to get a breath, moans leaving your lips as you jack him off with your hand, eyes closed in ecstasy. Just as you’re about to cum, Jinyoung pulls his fingers away and tears form in your eyes. You want to beg him for release but when you open your eyes you remember you’re neglecting Jackson.

You’re aware that this might be the last time you ever sleep with all four of these men, and you figure that you have a pussy, an ass, a mouth, and two good hands, so might as well use one of the two free hands you have.

“Jackson,” you look at him and everyones motions stop. Mark laughs at the fact that you want to have all four of them at once, but Jaebum and Jinyoung don’t seem to be too pleased by it.

Jackson comes to kneel next to Mark. You lick his cock, getting it coated in your saliva before you move your mouth back to Mark, hand wrapping around Jackson’s cock and rubbing slowly. Jackson’s hips twitch and you realize he’s been watching you have all this fun for a while and is probably already close.

“So fucking needy.” comes a growl from behind you, then a smack to your ass, “you need four cocks to get off huh?” Jaebum’s fingers dig into your hips as he begins to pound into you harder, “not one, not two, not three,” you’re moaning around Mark’s dick with each thrust, feeling your orgasm building from all the overstimulation and Jaebum’s dirty words, “four cocks for our dirty little cock slut.”

Jinyoung moans from under you, it’s obvious to both him and Jaebum that the slight degradation is driving you wild, your pussy practically throbbing around Jinyoung.

“Maybe we should invite someone else next time,” Jinyoung moans from under you, “have both hands, your mouth, your pussy” He thrusts harshly up into you, “and your ass filled.”

You whimper around Mark, sliding your hand faster up and down Jackson’s shaft.

“Fuck, you like that princess?” Jaebum lands a smack to your ass, “like being a little idol toy?” He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you off of Mark’s cock.

You sputter, taking in a gulp of air, neck arched back, “yes daddy I fucking love it.” you respond. Jaebum lets go of your hair and you slump forward again, wrapping your lips around Jackson this time and switching hands to jerk off Mark.

Jaebum’s hands go to your waist and he thrusts into you hard and fast, “make us all cum and you get a reward baby,” Jinyoung tells you.

You suck hard on Jackson, knowing that he’ll be the easiest to make cum from the way he’s moaning.

You open your eyes to look up at Jackson and that’s what does it for him, he explodes down your throat and you swallow, licking your lips.

“Jackson what the fuck?” Mark laughs, “they told you not to cum in her mouth!”

“I-” Jackson looks really apologetic, cheeks flushed from his orgasm, but it just makes you like him even more.

“it’s fine.” you say quickly before moving your mouth to Mark, determined to get him to cum next so you can cum too.

Everyone groans at the sight of you on Mark’s cock.

“So fucking dirty,” Jaebum growls, “just swallowed Jackson’s cum and now you’re needy for Mark,” another smack to your ass. Then his hand grabs your head, pushing you all the way down on Mark’s length until you’re choking, sputtering around him.

Mark moans loudly and then he cums, allowing you to pull mostly off of him so he can jack himself off into your awaiting mouth as you regain your breath.

He’s so pretty when he cums, bottom lip bitten between those adorable teeth of his.

As soon as he finishes, Jinyoung grabs your face, turning your attention to him, “they’ve both cum twice, time to show your sir and daddy that you like them too.”

“of course I like you.” You whimper, cupping Jinyoung’s face. Before you can kiss him, Jaebum grabs at you again, forcing you so you’re back is near his chest, ur body arched to allow both to continue to plow into you while Jaebum wraps his hand around your throat.

You grab at his forearm, loving how powerful they both feel, controlling you and filling you up.

This new position gives Jinyoung access to your clit and he presses his thumb against it roughly, immediately making your body react and clench around them.

“Cum for us kitten.” Jaebum growls, nipping at your ear.

His words throw you over the edge and your entire body spasms with the pleasure of your orgasm, shaking as the most sinful sounds leave your lips. Jinyoung continues to play with your clit and you’re nearly crying from the overstimulation as both of them cum with you, thrusts getting sloppy, Jaebum’s grip on your neck tightening until you can’t breathe at all.

The feeling of blood rushing to your head as they both use you makes you cum a second time and tears roll down your cheeks.

Jaebum lets go of you and you collapse against Jinyoung’s chest, body still twitching.

Jinyoung traces shapes on your back, kissing your cheek to make sure you’re okay while Jaebum goes to get things to clean you up with.

“You did so well,” Jinyoung tells you, petting your hair as you nuzzle against his neck.

You can’t even speak, mind still fuzzy from your orgasms, but you manage a little whimper that makes him smile.

“She looks pretty worn out.” Mark’s voice makes you lift your head, eyes landing on Mark who has pulled on some sweatpants.

Jaebum comes back into the room from the bathroom, “want a bath baby? or a shower?” he had originally planned on just getting a towel to clean you off but Mark’s words have made him realize that maybe you need something more.

“A bath.” you answer, knowing you probably won’t be able to stand in a shower alone.

Jaebum goes away and you hear the sound of running water as he gets a bath ready for you. Jackson sits on the bed near you, “want me to get some take out baby? we can watch movies and cuddle tonight if you want.”

you nod eagerly, “yes please.”

Jackson cups your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone as you nuzzle against his warmth, smiling happily.

Jaebum comes back into the room, everyone moving so he can pick you up and take you to the bathroom. Once there, he gets into the tub with you, sitting behind you and holding you close to his chest in a warm embrace.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Good.”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Sometimes after a particularly rough session, you get a little quiet after, so he’s used to this.

You turn in his arms so you’re looking up at him, “how do you feel?” you ask.

“What do you mean?” Jaebum pushes some hair from your face.

“Are you angry?”

He smiles softly, shaking his head, “no.”

You stay quiet, giving him some space to speak.

“This made me realize a lot of things.” he tells you, thumb testing your bottom lip, “you really like them huh?”

“Yes but-”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” he tells you, “you don’t have to tell me you like me best.” Jaebum plays with some strands of your hair, “I think maybe... maybe it’s a good thing.”

“A good thing?” you repeat his words back to him.

He chuckles, “yeah. I’m busy a lot. I don’t know if I’d be able to give you everything you deserve-”

“Jaebum-” You try to reassure him, but he grabs your face, making you stop talking.

“Let me finish.” he smiles, releasing you, “dating while being an idol is hard, a lot of partners can’t take the hours, the dedication to our work. But with four of us... someone would almost always be able to give you what you deserve.”

You’re shocked at his words, unable to come up with a reply.

Jaebum sighs, “they all really care about you. It’s nice seeing them happy.”

He’s the leader, and you’ve seen how much he prioritizes his members’ happiness. But this is unexpected.

“Are you sure about this?” you ask.

he nods, “yes, but, I don’t want to hide how I feel about you anymore. If we’re doing this, it’s because I get to finally call you my girlfriend okay? no more fuck buddies without feelings. I want to be able to tell you how important you are to me.”

You smile, pressing your lips against his, “you’re important to me too.”

The two of you cuddle in the bath for a while longer until Jackson calls that the food has arrived. The two of you get dressed, Jaebum giving you one of his shirts to wear.

When you enter the kitchen, Jinyoung, Mark and Jackson are readying plates, they all look up at you and Jaebum standing there. Jaebum has his arms wrapped around your middle, head on your shoulder as he keeps you pressed with your back to his chest.

“Did you two work stuff out?” Mark asks bluntly, noticing how happy you both look.

Jaebum kisses your cheek, “tell them what we talked about princess.”

“Jaebum and I are going to try a relationship,” you state, a large smile on your face, “but, we also want to invite you guys into it as well, if any of you want that.”

Jackson’s eyes are wide, he smiles and then nods, bounding over to you, to grab your hands. He kisses you and you take that as affirmation, smiling against his lips.

When Jackson pulls away you look at Mark and Jinyoung.

Mark laughs, “I’m down.”

All eyes go to Jinyoung and he sighs, laughing, “let’s try it.”

They’ve all heard rumours about idol groups being in poly relationships. They’ve heard about NCT and the girl they take everywhere with them, who they claim is ‘a member of their staff’. But they’ve never tried it themselves.

The five of you discuss what movie you want to watch as everyone grabs food, then goes to the living room. You sit in the middle of the couch. Jaebum gets on one side of you and Jackson looks like he’s about to go for the other but Jinyoung flashes him a look and Jackson takes a seat on the floor by your legs as Jinyoung sits next to you. Mark also opts to sit on the floor.

The movie starts, Mark and Jackson chatting and making all of you laugh as you eat. Jaebum and Jinyoung stay mostly quiet but they both enjoy Mark and Jackson making everything lively.

You feel so happy, amongst the four guys who make you feel so special.

You’re shocked that one half-drunk fuck up led to this, but you’re definitely not complaining.

You lean against Jaebum’s shoulders, tangling your fingers with Jinyoung’s and listen to Mark and Jackson talking.

You’ve never been happier.

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