#jaebum soft

[yoonia]

Love is Banned | jay b

— title: Love Is Banned | pairings: Jaebum/Jay B (GOT7) x female reader | genre: pwp (porn with very little plot), post break-up!au, brother’s best friend!au | word count: 10,901 words 

— summary | Heartbroken beyond repair, you escape to your brother’s place hours away from home, desperate to avoid the Valentine’s Day soiree happening around you—only to find yourself trapped in the middle of his love-filled house party. Seeking solitude, you are surprised to find the perfect source of comfort from the last person you had ever expected to meet tonight.

— full fic ratings & warnings | +18 / M for mature; involves swearing, alcohol consumption, drunk sex (with consent), explicit sex, teasing and drunk flirting, sex/dirty talk, soft dom!Jaebum, inexperienced reader, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, clit play, hair pulling (male), restraints/light bondage, light spanking, breast play, nipple play, biting, rough sex, exhibitionism kink, minor pain kink, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, unprotective sex, creampie, minor aftercare. 

— fic drop date: March 18th, 2025 | read on AO3 | main masterlist | wip | mailbox | feedback box | ko-fi | divider credit

— story note: part of Lost Boys: Threadbare Hearts series | I was supposed to post this on Valentine’s Day, but life kept getting in the way and this took way longer than expected to finish. This fic was roughly edited, but I hope you can still enjoy reading this one. | If you’re interested to be tagged/notified on any of the other stories included in the series, please enter your blog username/url through the taglist form here.

— tracklist: worst behaviour — kwn, kehlani / I can’t wait to get there — the weeknd / slow grind — muni long / slow — wizkid, anais cardot

“You’re not supposed to be here.” 

Those words slip out of you before you can stop yourself.

Because this room was supposed to be empty. At least, that was what you were hoping to find when you came up here. 

Placed far in the hidden corner upstairs of your brother’s home, the small guest room should have been a safe place. It should have been able to keep you far from the racket happening below. 

As far as you know, the room is rarely used—except as a second storage room where your brother would stash his old personal things once he’s no longer using them or when you need to stay over for the night with no disturbance from your brother and his guests. Apart from the two of you, you’ve never known anyone ever using the room. 

That had been the reason why you went upstairs and straight to here once you got the chance to escape. To get away from the damn party that you wanted no part in, expecting some peace and quiet, and a moment to yourself. 

You never expected to find the room—your safe haven—already occupied. 

“I don’t see any rules telling me to stay out of this place,” the man sitting in the darkness responds to you in a mocking tone. You recognise his voice before you get to see his face, as he is almost completely hidden in the shadows with none of the lights turned on, and with his back resting against the foot of the bed where the lights coming through the window can’t reach him. 

Judging from the slight slur in his speech, and the large bottle of liquor sitting on his side with half of its content mostly gone, you can tell that he already has some alcohol running in his system. Possibly from drinking here all alone while everyone else is trashing your brother’s home. 

He lets out a low chuckle and continues, “And, as far as I know, you don’t live here, so I don’t think you’re one to make the rules anyway.”

You cross your arms, going on the defensive—something that your body has been trained to do since you were a teenager facing the group of rowdy boys that your older brother hung out with back in school. “That’s not what I meant.” 

Another low chuckle comes from him before he finally moves, leaning forward until his face is visible under the streaks of dim light filtering from the hallway behind you. Just as expected, your uninvited guest turns out to be Jaebum, one of your brother’s high school best friends who seems to be hanging out around him still. Seeing the recognition on your face, he shows you a grin that no doubt would have been able to make every girl coming in his path blush from head to toe. 

Of course, you would know this to be true. You are a woman, after all, and you used to be one of those girls who were drawn to them. Not just girls, too. Other seniors used to flock around them, following everything they did at school while vying for their attention. With your brother being a part of their group, you would often find them hanging out at your family’s house after school, either in the living room or your brother’s bedroom, something that everyone else had always been so envious of while you could never find the comfort in as they used to invade your safe space.

Just like what he is doing now. 

You should have expected to find at least one of your brother’s friends to be around when you first came and saw the party happening, knowing that they still hang out together even after years have gone by. You just didn’t expect you were going to come across one of them this way. 

“Why are you here anyway? The party’s downstairs,” you curiously ask him once you’ve gotten over your shock. Seeing him now, you cannot help but picture the way you remember him from all those years ago. Years may have passed, but it doesn’t seem like he has changed all that much. He still seems like the same older boy who once made your stomach flutter whenever he was near or when he gave you a bit of attention. 

“I’m not really in the mood to join the party,” Jaebum says, shrugging, “I should be asking you the same thing. Why aren’t you downstairs with your brother? I thought you drove all the way here to join his party.” 

As if.

You narrow your eyes and scoff, murmuring almost to yourself, “I was supposed to come here to avoid all kinds of parties.”

That was the truth, anyway. While you’ve never specifically celebrated Valentine’s Day before, you’re not someone who has any aversion towards it either. Until recently, when you finally have the reason to. 

Dealing with a breakup only days before Valentine’s Day did that to you. It made you become sceptical and bitter, almost allergic to the love fest happening around you. So you decided that you had enough. Knowing how similar your brother is to you when it comes to Valentine’s Day, you drove hours away to his house, thinking that you would be able to spend the night and have the chance to confide in your brother. 

What a surprise it was for you to find the house packed with his friends and colleagues, with most—if not all of them—wearing pink, partying together with your brother who had his new girl of the season clinging to his side. 

How was I supposed to know that he was so smitten and in love with someone he met while we weren’t in contact that he felt like celebrating tonight? 

“Are you staying or going?” Jaebum asks, pointing at the opened door behind you with his chin, with you still standing on the threshold like a lost kitten. “You’re letting all the noise come in. I came here with just as much need to avoid all the ruckus as much as you do.” 

Realising that he is right, and you are at risk of missing your only chance to hide from your brother and all the excitement happening downstairs, you step deeper into the room, closing the door firmly behind you. The moment you are engulfed in the darkness, however, you immediately begin to regret it. 

Shutting the door only means that you are stuck in the same room with him, with no lights—except for the reflecting streetlights you see coming from the window—and possibly no escape. You look over your shoulder, longing for the brief of peacefulness you found in the hallway, instead of whatever awkwardness waiting for you should you choose to say.  

A low chuckle is heard, and you turn to face your brother’s best friend only to see that he isn’t sharing the same uneasiness you are feeling about this odd situation. 

“Now, that’s better. So are you going to join me? You’re not going to just stand there all night until the party’s over, are you?” Jaebum teases you as he leans back against the bed, getting as much comfortable as he can while he sits on the cold floor. “Come sit here with me. I don’t bite,” he says while tapping the empty spot right next to him, his grin widening when he adds, “Unless you ask me to.” 

You are left with no other options. Saying no to his offer would either send you back to the party downstairs or back to the room you’ll be sleeping in tonight, which is the other guest room that is closer to where the party is since your brother had insisted on keeping you close tonight. Just when you try to imagine yourself turning back around to get back to the party instead of staying, a loud cheer echoes through the house. 

Looks like whatever game they did just ended, you wonder, as another cheer breaks through and people start chanting again, telling you that the party is still far from over. Might as well stay here for now rather than regretting it later. 

“Fine,” you say with a sigh, before lifting the bottle of whiskey in your hand—one that you stole from the makeshift bar that your brother had set up in the kitchen. “I’ll share if you share yours.”

Through the dim light, you see the familiar grin spreading on his face again. “Don’t worry, I’m quite generous when it comes to sharing pleasure,” he teases with a wink, causing your cheeks to burn. 

“Whatever,” you respond, trying your best not to get affected by his presence as you walk over to join him. 

As you settle back against the foot of the bed, staying just an arm’s length away from him to stay close yet still distant enough to feel comfortable, your eyes fall on the bottles sitting next to him. The large bottle of high-quality branded liquor has been reduced to nearly half of its content, and there are a couple of small vodka bottles lying close by, with varying levels of contents—either half drunk, emptied, and only two of them still full.   

Was he really thinking about drinking all of this alone? 

Jaebum tilts his head, noticing the way you are eyeing his drinks. “See anything you’re interested in trying?” 

“No, I’m fine,” you hurriedly answer, then take a long drink straight from your bottle to hide your face. You wince at the strong taste of whiskey, but you tough it out and force yourself to speak calmly as if nothing happened, “You look like you’re trying to drink your entire life away.” 

Jaebum follows your gaze and laughs softly. “Is that how it looks?” he hums, picking up a small, nearly finished bottle of vodka and tossing the rest of its content down his throat. He savours the taste with a groan and says, “Hmmm…maybe I am. ” 

He opens his eyes and looks at you with glossy eyes. Combined with the small smile he is giving you, it’s enough to cause those old familiar flutters to rise in your chest and stomach. You pick up your bottle, taking a mouthful of drink out of it that burns your throat, hoping that it would be enough to wash the feeling down, and maybe cool yourself off before it turns into something more. 

Something completely unbidden.  

It takes only a couple of shared drinks before you finally start sharing each other’s stories, spilling all the heartaches and misfortunes that both of you have been dealing with while living away from home. 

It’s quite surreal to think that both you and Jaebum can find something to relate to and share aside from the booze that you’ve smuggled away from the party. You also find it pleasingly surprising that opening up and talking about your problems turns out to be helpful. 

Even more surprising is that it seems equally helpful for both of you. 

For you, who had just been dumped by your college boyfriend merely months after he started his new job in a different city, claiming that being in a long-distance relationship was a risk he wasn’t willing to take when he was building his career. 

For Jaebum, who had to watch his ex-fiancee marrying someone else just over the weekend, only less than a year from the day they broke off the engagement when she first claimed to be having cold feet about the thought of marriage. 

“Well, that sucks,” is all that you can say once he is done sharing his story. 

Hearing your comment, Jaebum lets out an incredulous laugh. “Really? That’s all you’re going to say after I just opened up about the lowest moment of my life?”  

You only laugh and shrug it off. “What more do you want me to say? Are you hoping for some kind of wise advice? From me? Or a pat on the back while I promise you that everything will be okay?” you retort with a snort, and you don’t miss the way Jaebum rolls his eyes on you. 

“I wish I had more to say, but I’m not good with words and I don’t even know you or your ex enough to comment about your life,” you stop with a bitter chuckle, “—or her poor choices.” 

Leaning back, you let out a deep sigh. You cannot help but realise that despite the different circumstances you both find yourselves in, you can't deny how similar your situations truly are. “But I do know how terrible it feels to know that the person you want to be with isn’t thinking the same about you. It just—” You let out another sigh, and add, ”—sucks, to be the one left behind feeling like you’ve been tossed aside.” 

Jaebum says nothing for a moment but clearly appears to be thinking deeply. “I don’t even know your ex,” he says, “but I can judge—hard—and say that he’s a moron.” 

“My brother said the same.” A bitter chuckle slips out of you when you think about your brother’s reaction when you first told him about the bad breakup. You may not have told your brother all the details about your fallen relationship yet, but he was able to comment about what a fool your ex had been to sacrifice a good relationship that he had spent years building with you for a new job that he had barely dedicated a month of his time, much less his entire life to.

But was the relationship you had with him really all that good? Was it enough for you to hold on to those memories as much as you did?

Looking up to the dark ceiling above you, you let your mind wander, as if you can see your entire life written somewhere up there. “I’ve been trying to think of him the same way but it’s hard to do it when I keep remembering all the good things we shared. They might not have been much, but the good memories keep overlapping with all the bad ones just when I try to forget them.”

Jaebum scoffs lightly from your side and nods. “Unfortunately, I can agree on that one.”

To hear the tone in his voice as he says that, and see the haunted look in his eyes when you look at him, an ache pulses in your chest. At the same time, you are surprised to find some comfort just by being here with him, listening to him opening up to you while sharing your own story in a way you haven’t been able to do with anyone else—allowing your lonely, broken souls to meet each other’s match. 

Just as silence forms thickly around you, you find yourself looking far back into a distant past and seeing yourself when you were younger. You can also Jaebum then, existing alongside your brother’s other close friends who seemed hard to reach, much less to talk to. 

Not the same way you’re doing it now, anyway. 

“You know, I always thought you guys were snobs back then. Or maybe I was too intimidated by you. You were all popular in school, and my brother’s warning to stay away from you guys didn’t help much in making me feel less wary about getting close.” 

Jaebum snaps a look at you and barks out a laugh. “Wait—What? What did your brother say about us?” 

You shrug, smiling when you explain with a chuckle, “He just said it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to get close to you guys. Told me to stay away and not fall for any of your charms and get tricked into joining your band of groupies.” 

Once again, Jaebum laughs. “Why the fuck would he say something like that?” 

“Who knows?” you answer with a shrug, feigning innocence as you bite back a smile. 

Because you know exactly why your brother would give you such a warning. 

Compared to your older brother, who was considered one of the most popular kids at school, you were way more inexperienced—both in socialising with people and in relationships. 

Your brother may have managed to keep his dating life private—from you, at least—yet the same couldn’t be said about his close friends. Jaebum and the others were quite notorious when it involved the rotation of girls they were constantly seen dating and hanging out with. Most of the boys were known as players, always spreading their charms to anyone around while breaking hearts left and right. 

“I guess he was just looking out for me,” you finally admit out loud, realising that your brother may have caught your eyes wandering whenever his friends were close. It was hard not to pay attention when you had these attractive seniors hanging around nearby, sometimes even at your home with your brother. “Even if he used to tease me, he’s still my older brother, after all.” 

Jaebum lets out a scoff and laughs. “That’s funny, seeing that he gave us all different kinds of warning when it came to you.” 

“What do you mean? What kind of warning?” 

Turning his head, Jaebum’s grin widens when he sees your reaction. “He told us that you were off limits. That we shouldn’t even think about talking or flirting with you, much less to ask you out.” Your jaw drops, which only makes him laugh. “Some of us suspected that Bambam had this silly crush on you back then, but was quick to back off after your brother warned us to stay away.” 

Surprised to hear this, you cannot help but laugh. It’s not unusual for your brother to meddle with your business. Back then, being a curious teenager, having a meddling older brother felt like a burden. You used to hate it growing up, even if you knew that he only had nothing but good intentions to keep you safe from harm. Looking back at it now as an adult, you only think that the whole situation is hilarious. 

“Can’t believe that you guys were so afraid of my brother to follow his silly rules,” you gently mock him while shaking your head. 

“Hey! That’s not fair! Have you ever seen your brother when he got mad? Like, really mad?” Jaebum defends himself. 

You only laugh in return, knowing exactly what he is talking about. You have seen your older brother’s other side that shows up whenever he is angry, and it’s not often that he may overreact over trivial things that are out of his control. But it doesn’t stop you from finding it funny for a group of bad boys to be so afraid of your brother to not risk breaking his rules. 

Not that you believe that you ever had any chance with these boys in the past. You never even dreamed of having any of them make a move on you, much less pay attention to you. You know exactly what kind of girls they were attracted to, and you never saw yourself as anything remotely on par with any of those girls. 

“I thought you were tough guys who’d love a challenge. At least, if I remember correctly, that was something that some of you used to brag about back then.” 

“You’re one to talk,” Jaebum scoffs. “Have you ever taken a risk, even knowing the consequences and not knowing if it’s going to be worth it?” 

You stop for a moment to think. “Well—” 

You feel hesitant to answer, only because your mind immediately goes to the things you’ve done only to end up having your heart, hope, and dreams broken to pieces as a result. The latest risk you’ve taken, especially, involved giving your heart to a senior you met at college—someone who was smarter, more popular—that you kept questioning if you were living a dream. You’ve even come close to giving up your dream, ready to take a huge risk of moving to another city and starting over just to be with that person.

And look at where it has gotten you now. Abandoned and forgotten, left to pick up all the broken pieces, only because he wasn’t willing to take the same risk to be with you. 

When you still have no answer, Jaebum lets out a scoff. “I knew it. What would a strait-laced girl like you know about taking risks? You should try to live out your life a little, be daring, then you can argue with me about what taking risks truly means.” 

You hear what he is saying, yet your mind is stuck on one simple detail. You’ve never really talked to him so openly before, so you’ve never known how he really sees you as a person. Hearing it coming from him only makes you reflect on yourself the way you never did before. 

Strait-laced? You wonder to yourself. Is that really how people see me?

You must admit that it doesn’t make you feel good to be seen that way. Having good grades throughout school and college and being a nice girl growing up doesn’t make you a prude. 

“Hey, I’ve done stuff!” You turn to face him and start defending yourself. “Unlike you, I’ve done real daring stuff while I was away for college. I climbed a rocky mountain after graduation and built camp on the rocky peaks while there was a storm. I did bungee jumping and paragliding when I went to Bali last summer. I went surfing and—” 

Jaebum raises his hands in surrender mode and laughs, cutting you off before you can continue listing all the extreme things you’ve tried ever since you left home. “Okay, daredevil. So you took risks against nature. That’s great and all, but I’m talking about the other risks. Much like how you’re daring me to cross your brother.” 

You swallow hard, knowing exactly what he is saying. You look away when you start feeling deep regret over your past decisions and heartaches weighing heavy in your chest. “Oh, have I done those as well.” 

Jaebum must have noticed something shifting in your mood, because his gaze softens. So does his voice when he asks, “Was it worth it?” 

You let out a bitter laugh. “Would I be here planning to drink my ass off until I forget my name if it was?” 

A knowing look passes over his gaze. “Your last break up.” He nods, then raises his bottle to knock it against yours. “Maybe you were betting on the wrong things to take a risk on.” 

You can only smile. “And of course, you would know about it.” 

The low chuckle that he gives as a response sounds hollow. “I sure do.” 

Leaning back against the bed again, you take a drink from your bottle—suddenly noticing that you may have gone through more than half of it—and gently ask him, “Tell me then, how do I know what kind of risk I can bet on which I won’t be regretting later on?” 

“You know that’s not how it works,” Jaebum says with a low chuckle, “And I don’t think I’m the right person to teach you something like that.” 

“Right,” you hum to yourself, suddenly realising how silly it is for you to ask him for such advice. 

“Maybe you can start small. Instead of diving directly into something serious like a relationship or making plans to build a future with the first person you meet who gives you attention.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Such as?” 

“Ever been on a one-night stand?” 

You burst out laughing. “What?” 

“No? Never? Yeah, I don’t think so,” he says while shaking his head. While he is right in assuming your lack of experience in that field, it doesn’t stop you from wanting to defend yourself. 

“Hey, wait a min—” 

“How about casual flings? Anything other than your serious relationships? Ever been in one?” 

You open your mouth to answer, only to immediately shut it back up before admitting loudly, “No, not really.” 

He nods. “I figured.” 

Your jaw drops. You look at him with narrowed eyes. “What does that supposed to mean?” 

He tilts his head as he looks at you. At this point, you are beginning to dread the way his grin seems so enticing, and how his low voice is starting to make you feel things inside when he speaks. “It’s just that I can’t see you hooking up with random people just for fun.” 

You bite your lips, hating the fact that he is right. You hate knowing he can read you easily even when he barely knows you aside from being his best friend’s sister. But something must have gone wrong with your head—or perhaps you’ve drunk too much alcohol tonight—because you cannot stop thinking about what he is trying to say. 

“You’re right, it’s not something that I can see myself getting into,” you admit with a small voice, as you look back into your life and wonder how different it would have been for you if you weren’t someone who feels too much, and too deeply, when it comes to relationships. 

“Maybe I should change that,” you finally say, almost to yourself rather than Jaebum. Still, it doesn’t miss Jaebum’s attention that he whips his head towards you.

“Huh? What do you mean?” 

You ignore him, already getting too deep in your thoughts—perhaps something that you shouldn’t be doing when you have alcohol in your system. “I’m saying that maybe you’re right.” 

“Wait, I didn’t say anything,” Jaebum quickly interjects. 

“I never gave casual relationships or hooking up any thought because I’m afraid I’d get emotionally attached, like most girls do,” you turn to him and add, “I’m sure you know this too.” 

Jaebum only raises his eyebrows, knowing that you are referring to his history of hooking up with random girls in the past—along with the series of drama which followed every time he ended a fling—and he just lets you continue. “But maybe that needs to change. That’s a risk that I’ve never taken before, but at least I now know not to get my emotions involved.” 

He laughs, almost in disbelief. “Are you sure about that?” 

“I am,” you stubbornly answer, “because I’ve sworn to keep away from love. Because I’m done with it. From now on, love is completely banned from my life. No more.” 

You take a chug out of your drink and continue to ramble before Jaebum can say anything. “But that doesn’t mean that I can't have fun, right? You said it yourself, that I need to live a little, so that’s what I’m going to do.” 

You can hear Jaebum chuckling from beside you. “Alright, daredevil,” he teasingly says, “And how are you supposed to do that?” You can tell without looking that Jaebum is narrowing his eyes on you when he sounds sceptical. 

So you turn to him, giving him a sweet smile as you explain, “There are people downstairs that I may not see again in the future, right? I could just walk downstairs and pick out someone I’m attracted to and have one wild night before I get home.” 

The more you speak, the more you feel doubtful, but you push it down and take pleasure in the way Jaebum’s eyes keep widening the more he listens. But as the excitement grows on you, so does the pounding in your head. Maybe you’ve had too much to drink already. “Although I might have to wait a minute before going down there to join the crowd of people. I need to wait until my head stops spinning.” 

He lets out a low scoff and shakes his head at you. “You don’t have to go that far.” 

“As a matter of fact, I think—no, I believe I do need to do this,” you cut him off. “I’m done living by the rules and being afraid to take risks that don’t go with my life planning.” Pointing the bottle in your hand his way, you continue to speak, “You were the one who put these ideas in my head, so don’t bother stopping me.” 

Chuckling softly, Jaebum leans closer. “That’s not what I was saying,” he gently says, as if he can read your thoughts and knows that you aren’t exactly sure about what you are saying. 

“What did you mean, then?” 

Jaebum only stares at you with a look that makes you feel like he is trying to strip down every layer you have—not of your clothes, but your truth. 

He softly hums before he finally speaks again. “I’m saying that maybe you don’t have to,” he says, once again with that voice of his that would easily draw people to him. Maybe have women drop their panties for him, even. But there is something different now when he speaks to you slowly, with his glossy eyes looking deeply into yours. 

“I don’t have to do—what?”

“You don’t have to go through the crowds of drunk people downstairs to find someone, is all I’m saying. Aren’t you worried about your brother finding out what you’re up to? He’s still down there leading the party, isn’t he?”

As if the party itself can hear him, a loud cheer erupts from downstairs, answering his question. You can picture your brother, always the life of the party, being in the center of it. You can already imagine him pulling you to join him the moment he sees you returning to the living room. You have lost track of time, and you quickly realise that your brother can notice anytime that you’ve been gone quite a while and that he might start looking for you soon. 

“Then, what should I do?” 

Not a word comes from him while you are starting to doubt anything can really happen tonight. Only seconds ago, you felt like you had found your new self. But you know that this drunken resolution will lead to nothing more once you are sober. Before your mind can get into any further wanderings, Jaebum suddenly shifts closer. You turn to find his face already close to yours, while he has his arm resting behind your back and the other winding around your waist. 

Surprised at the sudden closeness, you make no move to push him away. Your heart makes a stupid, unexpected leap in your chest, which only accelerates when he starts speaking to you in a low, sultry voice, “You could just look somewhere closer instead of going down there. It’s not like you don’t have a willing participant already available nearby.”

You blink, and blink again, your mind taking its sweet time processing his words that everything seems meaningless. Surely, he couldn’t have meant—

“And who might that be?” you ask with a small voice, which only seems to amuse him. 

You watch the grin on his face growing wider before he teases you, “Who else is here? I don’t see anyone else, do you?” 

“Hah,” you let out a sarcastic laugh, still refusing to believe what you are hearing, even if your heart is beginning to react, going out of control with its rapid beating. “Stop joking. Now you’re only mocking me.” 

“I wish I was joking, but I know what I’m asking,” Jaebum says with a smile on his face, his voice lowering when he asks, “Is it really that hard to believe that I’d make such an offer?” 

Before you can process what he is saying, Jaebum leans closer, close enough until you can feel his warm breath falling against your lips. The scent of his cologne, mixed with the strong smell of booze, surrounds you as he keeps you trapped between the foot of the bed and his hard body hovering close so that you can feel his heat. 

“It makes perfect sense, don’t you think?” he asks you, already sounding convincing before he even starts laying out his offer, “We’ve both been scorned by our past experience, and while we’ve learned not to fall for it again, we both still have needs. I still need to forget, which drinking seemed to fail in doing, and you need to discover this new side of you without worrying about getting attached. Maybe I can teach you a thing or two about it since I know just exactly how to do it. And you know who I am, so you’d know how to find me and kick my butt off in case you regret it in the morning.” 

We’re still not friends, and not close enough for that level of trust, is what you want to say to him. 

But the words refuse to leave your lips, and your mind is getting hazy from how close he is getting. His nose brushes against yours, and your heart once again makes a giant leap which is so hard to ignore. He tilts his head, his lips coming closer to yours for a little tease, making your lips tingle. 

“Well? Come on, think about it,” he murmurs, with his lips hovering close but not enough to touch. Yet, between your hazy mind and the alarm bells ringing inside your head—warning you about your brother and his rules, about how much of a bad idea this is—you can feel yourself drawn into it. Drawn into him. 

“I think—” you barely manage to say, “This is going to be a bad idea.” You lift your gaze to look into his eyes and immediately feel like you are drowning in the depth of his gaze. 

Jaebum bites his lips while lowering his gaze. “What if I can change your mind?” 

“What are you planning—oh!” 

Whatever it was that you wanted to say dies on your tongue when Jaebum presses his lips on yours. He tenderly moulds his lips against yours, instead of devouring them in a heated kiss. Yet it’s still enough to steal words from your mouth. 

I must be going crazy, is the last thing that comes across your mind before you wrap your arms around his neck and return the kiss, allowing yourself to melt into his heat. You can feel him smiling into the kiss, pleased to know that he has practically won you over as you press your lips harder against his. 

As he deepens the kiss, the world around you seems like it’s spinning. It takes a moment before you realise that your whole body is tilting backwards, pushed under his weight as he gently lowers you back on the floor. The dust-covered carpet cushions your weight as you rest on your back. While you are trying to get comfortable, your eyes flutter open to see him slowly crawling over you. 

A soft moan slips out of you as he reclaims your mouth again. His tongue reaches inside, as if demanding you to pay attention to him instead of letting your mind wander and let it get filled with doubt. He runs his hands down your waist, his chest pressing you down against the hard floor, and then he stops when you protest with a whimper when your back starts rubbing against the rough carpet beneath you. 

“Hmmm, this won’t do,” he murmurs against your lips, his eyes searching your face to find any sign of discomfort. With a hum, he glances over to the bed and pushes himself up. 

The world around you starts spinning once again as Jaebum scoops you up from the floor and lifts you in his arms. You barely have the chance to hold on when he moves towards the bed and gently lays you down on the mattress. The sheets feel cold beneath you, yet he quickly makes it up with his warmth when he joins you. 

The sight of him hovering above you, with his eyes glowing in the dark, full of dark intent, feels like a part of a fever dream. Everything that he said he wanted to do to you, you can see it in his gaze. It’s enough to leave you breathless, to make you feel hot inside. To feel like you are wanted. 

A grin forms on his face as he asks, “Now, where were we?” 

Once again, the crippling doubt inside you holds you back, when you can easily pull him down to you and take over. “You were trying to convince me,” you answer with a whisper, when you wish to feel his kiss again so he can stop you from thinking so hard.

“Did I do a good job, then?” 

You take a deep breath. “I—” you try to answer, but the moment you see the look he is giving you, everything inside you, including your sane mind, simply stops working. 

Outside, coming all the way from downstairs, the music is still blaring loudly the later it gets in the night. The sound of people dancing, chatting, and cheering over some sort of drinking game can be heard through the thick walls. 

But here, the air is getting thick with tension, and it’s hard to focus on anything else when you are pressed down against the hard mattress beneath you, and you have your brother’s best friend hovering on top of you with a sick, teasing grin on his face. 

And oh, how much you struggle to keep your eyes away from those enticing lips, knowing how good they feel when they are pressed against yours. 

All you have to do is lean closer or pull him down to you, and you can have that kiss once again. 

“So? What do you say?” he asks again while his gaze moves to your lips, lingering for a few seconds too long as he catches you licking your lips, tasting the ghost of his kiss. “It’s a one-time offer, and time is ticking. How much longer do you think before your brother comes up here and catches us together?” 

You cannot help but grin at the mention of your brother. “Aren’t you afraid that he might just do that and break your nose again like he did years ago?” you ask, referring to the infamous incident in the past when they had a massive fight over a silly girl who turned out to be playing these boys around—the perfect reverse play of what they used to do to the girls at school who worshipped the ground they walked on.

Jaebum only laughs it off, and your heart skips a beat when you realise how much his voice has changed over the years. And how much you still love hearing it the same way you did then. 

“I think it’ll be worth the risk. As long as you’re in.” 

Worth the risk. 

Yeah, there’s nothing stopping your heart from trying to break free from your chest now that you hear such words. You shouldn’t believe it. But you want to believe it. You want to believe that he thinks you are worth risking your brother’s wrath. 

“Well? Are you in? Or are you going to walk out that door and forget everything we just talked about?” 

You bite your lip as you consider your options. His offer is tempting, but are you brave enough to take that risk? 

One night. No attachment. No promises. And you get to leave this place free of your pent-up frustrations and needs. Maybe dare yourself to feel some pleasure from the one you are forbidden to touch.

Even if you might have to ignore the familiar flutters in your chest rising the more you look at him—the same way it used to happen all those years ago whenever you saw him when he was hanging out with your older brother. 

“Not a chance,” you answer him with a grin, before you lift your legs and wrap them around his waist, your arms coming around his neck as you pull him down towards you. “Game on.”  

Wearing a victorious smile on his face, Jaebum claims your mouth in a kiss, and your entire body softens. He pushes his tongue to deepen the kiss, taking possession of every last bit of doubt you might still have left until there is nothing more but lust and passion and all you can feel is the need you want him to fulfil. 

Clutching the back of his shirt, you begin to pull it upward, and he slips down to let you strip him off of it before he does the same with your top. Tossing your blouse away, Jaebum begins crawling down, his lips tracing the length of your neck on his way down, brushing gently on your breasts as he peels your lacy bra off of your skin. Then he continues making his way down, his hands grabbing hold of the waistband of your pants before tucking them down your legs, taking your flimsy panties along with it. 

Cold breeze washes over your skin once you are left bare and naked on the bed, but it’s quickly replaced by the heat of his gaze perusing you with a look of hunger written on his face. He runs his hands down your waist, to your hips, sliding them under your thighs as he bends down to trace your skin with his kisses. You feel his mouth moving close to your center, causing your heartbeat to pick up its pace. 

He doesn’t waste his time teasing you. Tightening his grip on your thighs, he smoothly dives between your legs, burying his face at the center of your heat. 

A moan slips through your lips when you feel his tongue slipping through your wet folds. You feel his mouth wrapping itself around your clit and giving it a suck, causing your back to arch and a louder moan comes rumbling out of you when a delectable rush comes flowing through your body. Your hand clumsily land on his head, fingers winding through the strands of his hair as you search for something to hold on to while you rock your hips against his lips. 

You hear him chuckling softly and moaning against your heat, before he begins to move his tongue and mouth more aggressively, alternating between pushing his tongue into your warmth and licking your arousal to suckling on your throbbing clit. His actions drive you over to the edge, your orgasm tearing your body as you continue to rock against his face, following the rhythm of your pulse. 

It comes too quickly, stemmed from your pent-up frustrations and nerves, yet neither of you has yet to have enough. Finger clenching tightly on the strands of his hair, you push his face to your quivering center, wordlessly telling him not to stop. With a hum, Jaebum continues—lapping, licking, and sucking—and adds his fingers into the mix, pushing them deeply through your pulsing walls and causing another dynamic orgasm to tear through your body. 

“Jaebum…fuck!” you curse between your cries of pleasure, unable to hold your voice down. 

Yet he makes no sign of stopping. The sounds you are making only seem to be urging him on, as he continues working his mouth and fingers on your heat. 

It isn’t until moments later, as the spasms coming out of your center begin to subside, that Jaebum finally lets you go. With one last kiss on your soaking folds, he pulls away and shifts back until he reaches the foot of the bed. 

As he rises on his feet, you open your eyes to look at him, marvelling at the sight of him—his chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, his messy hair that comes from the work of your fingers, and his slick lips, still wet from your release. 

“I wish I could take a picture of you right now,” he murmurs while he starts working on his belt and pants, his eyes never wavering from you as he takes everything off. 

Keeping your gaze on him, you follow every movement as the final pieces of clothing leave his skin. Your breath catches at the sight of his thick shaft bobbing out of its restraint. You can almost see it twitching and pulsing as Jaebum continues to look at you, his gaze runs from the tip of your toes to your hair, going back and forth as he takes his time to get his fill of the image of you lying vulnerable on the cold bed. 

This is happening, you tell yourself as you inhale a deep breath. You cannot believe that you are seconds away from actually fucking your brother’s best friend. It feels hot and naughty—risky—but the thought itself is so damn enticing that your body is humming with new desire. 

Jaebum licks his lips and wraps his hand around his rigid cock. His gaze remains on you as he slowly strokes himself, getting himself harder. The sight of him touching himself while watching you does wild things to your mind. It feels exhilarating, and you don’t even question if this sensation has anything to do with the drink you had earlier, knowing that this is all because of him. 

Feeling brazen under his gaze, you move your hands to trace your skin, going up until you reach your bare breasts. Gently, you cup the soft flesh with your palms and begin kneading, and embrace the waves of heat rolling through your body. The sensation gets stronger when you watch him licking his lips, his hand moving slightly faster, as if watching you has put him in a trance. 

“Are you going to just stand there and watch? Or am I going to have to do this alone?” you tease him with a low voice that sounds completely unfamiliar to your own ears, while slowly folding your legs up, spreading them open to show him where you want him to be. 

A groan slips out of his lips as he watches you, enthralled, and Jaebum hastily climbs the bed, moving swiftly to cover your body with his. “I already promised that I’ll be the one showing you everything,” he grumbles as he covers your wrists with his hands and gently pulls them away from your chest. Holding your wrists together in one hand, he brings them over your head and keeps them there. 

“Hold still,” he whispers, as if restraining you wouldn’t be enough to keep you from moving. “And try to keep your voice down this time. We don’t know if anyone is going to find their way up here.” 

He covers your mouth with his and your body relaxes against his as you lean into the kiss. He presses you down into the bed under his weight and starts running his free hand down your body. You feel his touch on your breast, already sensitive after your teasing touch, and your chest arches into his palm. 

Jaebum pinches your nipples, and then he bends down, his mouth capturing one peak after another, tongue swirling around the tips until they become hard and raw. 

“Ah, fuck—” you curse with a gasp when each brush of mouth and finger sends delicate sparks that travel all the way down to your core. Everything inside you throbs—not of pain, but pleasure—and you can no longer hold back the cries coming out of your lips when Jaebum latches on one nipple and gives a light bite. 

Hearing your voice, Jaebum releases his mouth from your throbbing nub with a pop and pulls back just enough for you to look at his face. Under the shadows of the limited lights filtering through the windows, his gaze feels intimidating, yet enthralling at the same time. The way he looks at you makes you feel desirable that it unleashes everything inside you that you never knew existed.

“I told you to keep your voice down,” he complains with a deep voice that sounds almost like a growl. “Anyone can hear you if they get anywhere close, and it won’t be long for your brother to find out what we’re doing.” 

“I thought you were willing to risk it?” you tease him, which only makes his eyes grow darker. 

“Are you challenging me?” he asks you with a low voice. It stirs the insides of your belly, yet you ignore it for the moment and shrug playfully. 

“What if I am?” 

A low chuckle rumbles from him. There is a dark glint in his eyes as he gently pulls your thigh up, folding your leg until your hips are slightly lifted from the bed. A wicked smile spreads on his face as he leans down, pressing his lips on the corner of your lips and murmurs, “Naughty girl.” 

Anticipating a kiss, you never expect to feel pain flashing from the side of your bare bottom, inflicted by none other than his wandering palm. 

“Hey!” 

Opening your eyes widely, you see him grinning with pride. He tightens his hold on your wrists to keep you still as you wriggle beneath him while he runs his other hand around the burn from his unwarranted smacking.

“What? Don’t naughty girls deserve to be punished and spanked?” 

Something sparks inside you. While you are more inexperienced compared to him, you have learned about a variety of sex plays that one could enjoy in bed to know what he is doing. “Oh, so you like that kind of game, huh?” 

Jeabum bites your bottom lip. “It’s not a game, baby. I like to be in control,” he murmurs, then lifts his head to look into your eyes to ask, “Are you afraid of me? Will that scare you?” 

Nibbling your lips, you consider his words. You’ve never known that pain could be so pleasing. Your skin still burns after the impact of his light spanking, yet it seems to amplify the pleasure pulsing right inside your core when the pain is slowly subsiding under his incessant touch. 

“No,” you answer with a whimper, “Not at all.” You stop fighting his restraint and instead use it as leverage as you push your hips upward, taunting him, “Come on, show me how you’re going to punish me for being bad.” 

“Fuck,” he chuckles nervously, stunned, but is quick to recover as he folds your legs up and smacks the other side of your butt in response. A sharp gasp leaves your lips when you feel the sting, which turns into a soft sigh as he gently rubs the pain away, giving you a brief moment of respite before landing another smack near the tender skin that he first touched. 

Jaebum repeats the light smacking a couple of more times, going back and forth from one side to another, always followed by gentle touches to soothe the pain away. By the time he is done, the pain no longer stings so badly. The throbbing on your skin has travelled deep into your center, replacing every bit of pain with pleasure so raw that is barely comprehensible to your mind.

“Oh, you liked it, didn’t you?” Jaebum teases you with a low whisper, chuckling softly at the way you are rocking your hips against his palm. Letting go of your hand, he holds down your hips and slips his fingers between your folds, humming softly as he is met with your slick arousal. 

“Look at you, getting hot and wet after a bit of spanking. I never expected that you would have this wanton side hidden under your good girl facade,” he keeps muttering as he continues pushing his fingers inside your heat, moving them between your throbbing walls at a languid pace while you begin rocking back into his fingers. “I kind of like this side of you.” 

You can barely hear his voice at this point. Your mind is blinded by the sensations you are feeling. Incoherent noises keep coming out of your lips, and your body is moving on its own, chasing for every bit of pleasure you can get from his touch. 

Jaebum bends down, pressing his lips on the tip of your breasts. “Fuck, I want to be inside you so bad, baby,” he mutters breathlessly between giving your nipples teasing kisses. The touch of his lips feels distracting, along with the steady thrusts of his fingers inside your heat as pleasure rocks through your body, making it hard for you to focus on his words. Yet you still don’t miss what he is trying to say.

Rocking your hips against his, you look up through your bleary eyes and whisper, “Yes, please. I need you…inside me…now.” 

You are not one to beg for anything. Ever. Nothing like this. But the need to feel him is clawing at your chest. You want him. Your body needs him. And there is nothing that can stop you from begging him to let you have him. 

Jaebum says nothing, but his actions are enough to answer your plea. Pushing his fingers deeper, he presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing the flesh just enough to send your body spiralling towards the edge. 

Trying your best to hold back your cries, you bite your lip and bury your fingers on his shoulders. But Jaebum isn’t one to let you go off easily. With his mouth still working around your breast, he gives your nipple a lick, before capturing the hardened nub between his mouth. You feel him humming against your skin, right around your puckered flesh, before a searing pain sparks across your body when he bites down. 

“Ah…fuck. Jaebum!” 

Screaming out his name, you almost cry as your orgasm tears right through your body. While it’s not yet enough to satiate your need, it is still enough to make you feel like you are floating up high. Every cell in your body sings, all coming alive under his touch, and the heat unfolding in your core spreads like wildfire. 

Before you can recover, Jaebum has already made his move. Looking pleased with himself, a smile spreads on Jaebum’s face as he pulls back, dragging his fingers carefully out of your pulsing heat, leaving behind the rapid throbbing inside you to fill the void he left behind. 

Without wasting any more time, he rises on the bed and pulls your ankles up to his shoulders, keeping your hips elevated. Then he presses forward and drives his full length into your quivering core with one firm thrust. You cry out loudly at the force of his thrust. You may have gotten slick and wet enough for him to slide in easily, but your pussy is still sensitive after the multiple orgasms that the intrusion drives a delicious pain that rocks your entire body. 

Your back arches off the bed, and he is quickly drawn towards your full breasts as they once again rise before his eyes. His hand that isn’t holding your thigh up reaches down to give your soft flesh a firm hold.

He gives your breast a gentle knead, taking away your attention from the tightness down below as he begins to fuck you hard with deep rhythmic thrusts, his hard shaft plundering your body. 

“Oh…oh, God!” you keep sputtering random words when you feel the pleasure rising inside you like a tidal wave.

He continues driving into you, getting deeper with each thrust and sending you almost slipping on the bed. His hands move down, gripping your hips to pull you back to him before you are pushed all the way back to the end of the bed. Driving you back against him allows him to get deeper. You feel the force knocking the air out of your chest, while waves of pleasure keep rolling through your body with each thrust, each rock of his hips, and you find yourself already hanging over the edge of your climax. 

You reach up, grasping a hold of his strong arms as you join the rhythm of his thrusts, rocking and pushing against him at the same pace, until you begin to feel the ripples of your climax rising, uncoiling, ready to devour you as you quickly reach for the edge. 

Opening his eyes, Jaebum drops one of your legs, keeping hold of the other just to keep you spread open for him as he bends forward, enveloping your body with his. His mouth finds yours then, kissing you deeply to swallow the sounds of your moans. Then his lips begin to move away, going down your chin, crawling its way to the column of your throat, before going up again to capture your earlobe. 

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you for so long,” he whispers to your ear, too soft of a voice for such dirty words that it makes your head spin hearing it coming from him. Then he thrusts forward, pressing deeper before he begins rocking again, hard and fast, he continues pumping his thick cock into the depth of your warmth. “Fuck, you feel so damn good!” 

You give in to the rising pleasure, your head falling back into the pillows while your chest once again rises and arches with how intense it feels. Your mind is filled with bliss, that you can barely focus on his words, or anything else that is happening around you. 

The party below seems so far away, even if you can still hear the beat of the music vibrating through the floor and walls. But none of it matters now. What matters to you right now is him; the pace of his thrusts that continue relentlessly without fail, moving faster and harder, and the way he is working your body with his expert hands. 

The grip that he has on your hips feels unyielding, anchoring you to him while denying you escape as he chases for his climax. You can feel his fingers pressing harder into your skin, nails scrapping on your soft flesh, no doubt leaving some marks and indents that you may find much later on once everything is over. 

“Are you close?” he breathlessly asks while moaning, showing you signs of his coming release. 

The answer coming out of your mouth sounds like a sharp cry, “Mmmh—yes!” 

Jaebum captures your chin and turns your face to look at him. “Keep your eyes on the door. You’ve been loud for a while now, and I know you didn’t lock the door when you came in,” he gently says, grinning as realisation dawns on you. He’s right. That was quite a risk to take for you to enter the room without locking and going further with this whole thing without checking things over. Fear grips at your chest, though it only intensifies the pulsing happening down below, right here he is burying his cock into. 

“What would your brother think if he sees you like this, writhing like a pure, little nymph and taking my hard cock deep inside your pussy?” Jaebum questions you with a voice so low it almost sounds like a growl. 

You have no idea which triggers the most delightful, yet the most carnal pleasure to roll through your body; the deep voice which vibrates from his chest, his dirty words that are planting these wicked images in your mind, the steady thrusts of his cock inside your heat, or the visual image of getting caught fucking your brother’s best friend, in your brother’s house, while people are partying downstairs and most possibly hanging out in the other rooms present on this floor.

“Fuck, you’re tightening around me. Thinking about getting caught turns you on, huh?” Jaebum says with a furious grunt, yet without missing a single thrust as he rocks his body against yours. He pushes deep and shudders, just as your walls are clenching tight around him. 

“Oh, yeah. That’s it, baby.” 

He keeps muttering the same words over and over again, coming together with his incessant thrusts. You watch as his eyebrows crease, as the veins in his neck are straining, his breathing laboured heavily, and the sounds he keeps making are mixed with a series of moans. You can feel the telltale signs of his release pulsing inside your depth, going in the same rhythm as yours as it begins to rapidly build up inside you. 

Getting lost in the pleasure, Jaebum digs his fingers into your hips and thighs as he continues to savagely pound into you. When once again his body shudders, your body pleasantly trembles at the same time. 

“Look at me, baby,” his strained voice growls, demanding your attention. And you simply give it to him, wanting to look at the one who is giving you this carnal pleasure right in the eyes just to convince yourself that this is real. 

Once your eyes are on him, your body is giving in to the pleasure, Jaebum moves his hand between your rocking bodies. You feel a slight pressure on your throbbing clit as his thumb finds your sensitive bud, and you can feel your muscles clamping around his cock, sucking around his girth as he slides in and out of you at a rapid pace. 

“Come for me, baby,” he growls, just in time you feel the coil in your stomach snapping, then he gives your clit a sharp flick while he buries himself deep inside you. “Come.” 

Under his command, you tip over the edge, shattering into a million pieces that shoot up through you like a fountain. Your chest feels tight when you scream out your climax, yet neither of you cares to stop it as he joins you with his deep moans. Jaebum continues giving you a couple of more thrusts, until you feel him shuddering at the same time your whole body quakes with your final release, and he joins you with a loud shout coming out of his lips, the warmth of his cum filling your tight walls that it almost sends you to another orgasm. 

You almost lose your sense of balance, when you can barely recognise between left and right, top to bottom, until you feel your body—now all hot and covered with sweat—pressing against the sheets beneath you, all messed up under your weight and the rigorous fucking, and the slickness of his cum seeping out of your throbbing center. 

When you feel him lowering your trembling leg down to the mattress, you slowly open your eyes, finding Jaebum bringing one of your hands to his lips. He kisses your wrist, before stepping away to grab his discarded shirt to start cleaning all the mess pooling on the apex of your thighs. 

“Do you think we were too loud?” you whisper to him once he is done and joins you back on the bed, lying right beside you with a content sigh. 

The sounds from the party below have started to grow distant, a sign that the party is slowly winding down, but not completely ending just yet. 

While the rest of the house is still filled with the remaining noises from the party, the room is filled with the silence that falls heavy once all the delirium comes to a halt. 

As you lie there on the bed, with the shards of your climax still continuing to course through your limbs while you are struggling to control your breath, you feel your body warming up with contentment and the presence of Jaebum’s body heat as he pulls you close to his chest. 

Meanwhile, your mind seems to have sobered up, allowing you to process everything that had just happened. 

As if he can feel the gears in your brain working hard, Jaebum shifts on the bed, and once again his face comes into view. 

“Want to get out of here? My new place is within walking distance from here. Maybe we can continue where we left off and finish the rest of the alcohol we still have before your brother catches us with the stolen goods.”

His offer seems genuine. It also provides a chance to escape the possibility of having to deal with reality, and everything else that involves your brother and facing the consequences of your actions. And you do still have some bottles to finish. 

“I like that idea.” 

Your body is still strained and sore, yet it doesn’t take long for both of you to get dressed and pack up all of the remaining bottles to take with you in your escape. 

You can barely remember how you manage to slip away from the house unnoticed, even with the party still lingering and your brother’s guests lounging tiredly everywhere you look, or how you are able to reach Jaebum’s new apartment on your wobbly legs. 

Everything blurs as you continue your business with Jaebum at his place for the rest of the night until morning comes, only that none of it involves finishing the rest of the alcohol that you’ve managed to snatch away from your brother’s party, but has everything to do with the lessons that Jaebum had promised you about embracing pleasure. And you make no effort to put a stop to it when Jaebum continues giving you pleasure until the next day comes, continuing while your minds are completely sober. 

Seems like you actually are terrible with all this one-night stand business, after all. 

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Accuracy - Pt 4 (M)

Length: 2.9K word count

A/N: Enjoy part 4 of my Accuracy series finally after so long~ Mark and Youngjae really are something else

Kink(s): Creampie!, Dick!Drunk, Impact!Play, Praise! Kink, Degradation!, Double Penetration!, Anal!Play, Aftercare!,

A deep shudder ran through your entire form.

Every cell inside you were burning hot with a need for more- to feel all of them no matter how completely spent you were. Soft, needy pants escaped your plush lips as you laid there with your face pressed into the dampened black velvet as Jackson sinful tongue lapped up the remnants of the mess him and his Hyung had made inside you.

“Mhmmm-“ He groaned, the vibration of his voice against your cunt was just as earth shattering given just how sensitive you were.

“So good~ All mixed like this~“ He cooed, pressing hot kisses along your slit. Kissing your sore bum, before doing the same to your entrance. “Poor baby’s gonna need a break after Youngjae and Mark get a hold of her- don’t you think Jaebum Hyung?”

Though his tone seemed to have a sliver of concern for your physical wellbeing, that smug smirk plastered on his face as he watched the two men approach said otherwise.

JayB hummed, biting his lower lip as his head cocked to slight ever so slightly. His narrow, fox-like gaze trailing over your bruised and used form. He was glad to not have a partner to share you with- though it would’ve been fun to ruin you just like the others had and were about to do, he liked the thought of getting you all to himself.

Tapping his chin with his fore finger, he nodded, “How do you feel about coming and spending the night with me, y/n?” He asked, his voice smooth and silken. “We won’t have an audience though, it’ll just be you and I.” He says that like it’s a bad thing.

You nodded biting your lower lip, smiling this dick drunk-esque grin as Jackson gave your bum and encouraging caress before making his way back to his owner the second Mark and Youngjae surrounded you.

Mark chuckled at the sight you were, so disheveled and out of it— all because of them. “Well, we’ll take that as a yes.” His words came out in a playful hum as his large hand trailed up your spine, paying extra attention to just barely ghost over your warm skin.

“Our managers will take care of everything, love.” He cooed, his gaze flickering between you and Youngjae. Watching as the younger man stalked behind you, his gaze maybe even more predatory than his own as he could practically see the cogs turning in his head. “Whatcha thinking about so hard?” He grinned, knowing whatever his friend was coming up with would surely earn you a needed break.

Youngjae’s plush lips curled into a devilish grin, his canines looking so sharp in the dimmed lighting. His darkened gaze caressed your soft curves, mentally memorizing every other place he thought should be bruised and marked. “I think-“ He began in a purr, the rasp in his voice going straight to your pussy making your writhe in your spot. “I think we both deserve to be buried in this sluts tight pussy.”

SMACK!

The second the contact sounded, our audience went silent. Wanting to watch and take in every detail of what the pair were about to do to you.

His fingertips connected with your swollen cunt, his middle finger sliding down your slit only for a moment earning a simultaneous gasp from both you and him as he felt your slick coat his finger.

He slapped your pussy again, once then twice more. Each time causing you to mewl and jump at the sudden jolts of pain and much-needed friction.

Mark groaned at the sight, the way your body moved and wriggled against the tightly wound belt around your wrists, the way your makeup smeared down your cheeks from the rough face fucking you'd just endured. It all drove him so close to just saying fuck it and burying himself to the hilt inside your right then and there, but he knew his friend and his sadistic mind. He knew what he wanted to do to you was far too good to just brush off.

"Both of us?" Mark chuckled again, licking his plush lips while Youngjae's middle digit teased your sore hole, groaning at your soft gasps from the mix of discomfort and need.

The other man nodded, that smile permanent on his face. His hands roughly groped at my backside as Mark's intertwined in my hair. Grabbing a fistful, roughly lifting my head up from the soft plush velvet to meet his heavy-lidded gaze. "How does that sound to you, little y/n?" He cooed with this playful edge to his tone, he watched you carefully taking not of every little movement you made from the wriggling to the way your brows furrowed with worry. "Would you like Youngjae and I's cocks both stretching that beautiful little cunt?"

His questioning brought you back to your strange reality somehow. Your eyes fluttered open, peering up at him with a soft roundness as you couldn't muster a word. He shook your head roughly, eliciting a fear-filled yelp from you as he egged you on, yet he seemed to have taken your nervous silence as hesitation.

The pair shared a look, one you couldn't fully decipher in your state. Suddenly, Youngjae wrapped his arms around your soft waist. Tightly snaking around your gentle curves, lifting you with ease. A soft gasp left you as his strength surprised you more so than his domineering persona. He placed you on top of his friend, holding you up as Mark freed himself. His hardened length sprang free the moment he yanked down his jeans- his cock was just as pretty as he was, smooth and all a singular shade of a blushed pink with mouth-watering veins wrapping around his lengthy shaft with a pretty reddened tip.

"God-" I croaked out as I drank him in while Youngjae handed Mark control over my body. The angelic man practically purred as he helped you place yourself on top of him- lining your entrance up with him. Grasping your hips, he swiped his tongue across his lips, groaning as he watched his length disappear into your swollen cunt. Your clingy walls gripped him so tightly that --he mentally swore to himself. "Jesus fuck, y/n-" He growled as he buried himself to the base, helping you grind your hips against his pelvis- your moans mixing with his and the sounds of wetness sloshing between your connected bodies. "You've been fucked how many times tonight? And your pussy is still so fucking tight-" His words came out in a needy haste as he leaned you onto his chest, holding your trembling form so tightly as he pumped in and out of your heat- slowly and tentatively just to make sure you felt every inch of him. "And so fucking wet- I can feel you dripping down my cock."

Youngjae let out a satisfied sigh as he watched from behind. The sound of his belt coming undone- then his jeans filled the room along with the sounds of the two of you. "God Hyung.." He groaned, stroking himself as he hardened in his palm. "You should see just how fucking good her pussy looks hugging your cock." He grins nearly ear to ear as he closed the distance.

The couch dipped behind you as he knelt down on it with one knee. Using his free hand, he scooped up your leaking juices with two digits. Clicking his tongue as he brought them up to his mouth, his lips enveloping the sopping fingers. "Mhmm-" He rumbled at the sweetness of you mixed with his friends. He loved it. All of it. Watching such a pretty little thing get so ruined like this. He wanted to ruin you even more. He pressed his spit slicked digits to your tight ass hole. Chuckling as he watched you squirm.

"Should I put my cock here?" He teased, relishing in the way your tight muscle took in his fingers. Pumping them in and out slowly he continued stroking his length, reveling in the way your beautifully pathetic whines were muffled by the way his friends hand wrapped your head- keeping you in such a vulnerable position while simultaneously shutting you up. "Or..." He drawled, pulling his fingers out of your ass despite your needy muscles holding him tight. Trailing his fingers over your perineum back to your filled cunt, "Here?"

You shook your head at first, your mind and body already reeling with Mark's steady pace inside. Drawing in then out over and over in this way that already felt like too much. Two of them. At the same time?? You wouldn't survive that whatsoever. That would send you over and edge that you weren't sure you'd ever make it back from.

He leaned forward, dipping down, trailing fiery kisses up your spine sending a new wave of goosebumps all over. His lips reached your ear as Mark grunted beneath you, whispering how good you felt while his friend's words had you swirled with every emotion all over again. "Cute-" Youngjae breathlessly hummed, a dark rasped laugh vibrating against your temple as he place a rough kiss to it. "How you think you have a choice."

Your eyes instantly lulled back, his words were all too much even as Mark's movements stilled. "I'll- I'll use that in my next fanfiction about you-" Your mouth uttered despite how brain dead you felt.

The pair chuckled at your boldness, "Write about this too." Youngjae growled as Mark pulled out of you just enough to let him in. A hiss left his gritted teeth as the pair slide back into your heat together. Their lengths melded together as your tightness bound them as they inched passed each ring of resisting muscle.

The feel of them both, the burn, the stretch left you voiceless as your body instantly went limp between them. Adoring and accepting every bit of them with sharp, whined gasps and struggled breaths. "Oh- God- Fuck-" You whimpered, your words broken and still being muffled by Mark's tightened hold on your face. His fingers bruisingly pressing into your cheeks as both men let out strangled breathes, panting like feral animals at the feel of both being buried to the hilt.

"That's it-" Mark cooed, using his free hand to pet your sweat-dampened hair. "That's our girl."

The soft praise sent a wave of euphoria throughout your entire form. Your warm breathes being caught in his hand.

"Mhmm fuck baby-" Youngjae mewled, his hands massaging and groping your softness almost as if he were committing every curve to memory. "You're doing so well-" He purred as Mark dragged his nails up and down your trembling side. "-Just breath baby, let us in." They began a steady pace after allowing you a minute to adjust to the intense stretch. Every thrust earning the neediest sounds from all three of you. His gaze moved from watching the way the older man's face contorted with bliss as he held you firmly in place, but the way your eyes rolled back into your skull all over again as your body fully relaxed between them told him you were loving this just as much as they were. "Look at you-" He hummed, giving your ass a firm SMACK! as the room filled with obscene sounds. "Such a willing little fuck toy."

Mark's pace inside you quickened just as the younger man's did. Panting as his parted lips rested against your forehead, "We should fucking- take you back with us-" He grumbled through gritted teeth, "We should take you back and make your our personal little pet. Our special little pet with such a pretty hole to fuck whenever we want." He added, released your mouth only to hear your moans become louder and louder as they picked up the pace. "Fill you with our cum~ Every. Fucking. Day." He grunted, slapping your cheek, "We'd take such good fucking care of you."

"Would you like that, slut?" Youngjae growled from behind, his hips snapping- both men pounding into you. "Would you like being taken away and used by your favorite idols whenever we want?" He smacked your ass again earning a pained cry from you, rubbing the reddening area as if to try and soothe the sting. "We'll treat you like a princess, y/n."

Your head buzzed as their assault had you seeing stars. Your body warmed as another orgasm was barreling towards you whether you wanted to cum again or not. "Y-Yes- please-" You whimpered, your voice somehow even more desperate sound then as their movements became harsh- each thrust harder than the last.

Suddenly, just as you were about to fall over the edge, their movements came to a standstill. Youngjae pulled out of your well used cunt, allowing Mark to turn you onto your back, laying you back down on top of him- his cock still planted inside you. Licking his lips, your dazed eyes met Youngjae's predatory glare- his own glazed over with need. "There ya go-" He mumbled, pressing his manhood back inside you, sighing at your warmth enveloping him. "I want to see that pretty face when I cum inside you."

Their pace started all over again, Mark's hand returned to your mouth, muffling your sounds as his freehand held one of your thighs apart giving him and the other man better access.

You became an absolute mess as you felt every bit of them. Every inch, every ridge every vein. Taking them both like this left you feeling so much more than you thought possible. "Ah~ Hngh~~" You moaned against Mark's palm. Saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, leaking down your chin as your high raced towards you. Your body trembled, your walls tried clamping down on their members as ecstasy washed over you, yet it was futile with how stretched you were around them.

"Fuck, kitten-" Mark growled beside your ear, his pace quickening with his friends. Both trying to keep up the same speed inside you, both desperate for their own highs. "I felt that- felt your sweet little cunt cum all over us."

You fervently nodded, taking shaken breathes as their pace refused to let you ride out your orgasm in peace.

"Shit-" Youngjae cursed, a snarl plastering his sweet features as the became unforgiving. "-I'm about to cum. What about you, Hyung?"

Mark nodded against you, planting frantic little kisses along the side of your face, a silent praise to just how good your body made them feel. "Gonna cum- so fucking much-" He mewled, the pair drilling into you with erratic thrusts. Their grunting and rasped growls music to your ears.

"Look at me." Youngjae demanded down to you, his hand grasping at your legs so tightly as their hips began to sputter. "Eyes on me when we cum so fucking-" He punctuated his words with a violent thrust eliciting a throat shredding gasp from me. "-deep in your pretty pussy, y/n."

Your gaze floated upward, refocusing from the obscene sight that was your bodies connecting to his angelic face. His eyes locked with yours as the pair drove themselves as deep as they could possibly manage, lewd whines leaving them as they filled you to the absolute brim with ropes of their release. Coating every bit and ridge inside you just as your essence dripped from from.

Mark's head rested back against the cushion as Youngjae caged the both of you between his arms, steadying himself not to just collapse on top of the two you. "Holy fuck-" They said in sync, the pair laughing as if they didn't just destroy your pussy.

Your head laid back against Mark's shoulder, lulling to the side, as he moved his hand from your mouth grazing your jaw before wrapping possessively around your throat.

"Good fucking girl, y/n." Mark muttered against your ear lobe, nipping it slightly as he kissed the side of your face again.

Youngjae smirked, raising a hand to gently massage your breast, cupping the globe in his hand as his fingers rolled over your hardened bud, "Such a good fucking slut-" He gave your breast a soft slap as he leaned down, planting a soft peck to the inner side of your knee then again against your calf. "You take dick so fucking pretty."

Somehow, in some twisted way, their praise after so thoroughly defiling you felt so good. It did nothing but make you want to do more to earn more and more from them.

Slowly, they pulled out, the three of you hissing as the cool air brushed against your well used cunt. Gently Mark laid you down onto the couch, leaning down as he tucked his softening cock back into his jeans, finally kissing your lips so sweetly before pulling away to allow Youngjae the same privilege. His hand brushed through your hair, comforting you as you laid there so spent. Your body so exhausted as tears suddenly filled your eyes, trickling down your flushed cheeks. "Jaebum-Hyung is going to take care of you for us tonight okay, princess?" He cooed, pressing his lips to yours once again. "He's going to get you all cleaned up, okay?" His hand came up to your face, cradling it so delicately before Jayb shooed him away.

His lips replaced theirs as his thumb brushed the falling tears from your cheek, "Shh, shh," He purred, though his voice and touch were so gentle- so welcomed, an edge of something else laced it. "Let's get you back to my room okay?"

~~~~To Be Continued~~~~

[moonl1ghtmuse]

It's A Secret ✣ Im Jaebum

Pairing: Im Jaebum X Reader

Scenario: Im Jaebum is the top of your academic class. You're the queen of the outcasts, who would've thought you two would be having secret relations?

Genre: cute, fluff

• • • • • •

          YOU WALK THROUGH the hallways in attempt to get to the lunch room where all your friends resided. You let out a small yelp as you are pulled into an empty classroom by your waist.

The panic leaves your system as soon as your eyes connect with familiar brown ones. "Jesus Christ, Jaebum you scared the heck out of me." You state a hand over your heart. Jaebum smile widens, "I'm sorry baby." Jaebum states before giving you a small kiss on the cheek.

"I just missed you." Jaebum says moving in to give you a peck on the lips his hands still on your waist. "Jaebum, anyone could come in any second." You state after dodging the kiss.

"Please, just one? And I won't ask for anymore kisses until the school day ends." Jaebum states before pulling a puppy dog face causing you to give in. "Okay." You state with a smile before you both lean in for a sweet small kiss.

His smooth soft lips move in sync with yours, his hands pulling you closer by the waist as the kiss continues. He smiles half way through the kiss seeming content with what he had just received.

"Gosh, if you kiss me like that all the time. I don't think I'll be able to handle myself seeing you in the hallways." Jaebum states causing you to laugh. "What time is it?" You question Jaebum, "it is currently twelve twenty-five." Jaebum states.

"You should go first, somebody will get suspicious if we walk into the Lunchroom together." Jaebum states, and you nod in agreement. You pick up your bag as well as your binder that you had been carrying in your hands from the floor and begin to head towards the door.

Only to be pulled back into Jaebum's arms and pulled in for another quick kiss. "Okay, now you can go." Jaebum says slowly letting go of you to let you exit the class.

"Gosh, I'm so in love with her." Jaebum says running his hands through his hair.

•´¯•. 🎀 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾 𝓎𝒶𝓅𝓈 🎀 .•¯´•

I wrote this so long ago, like over three years ago, but I would 100% like to start writing again, so I will be getting rid of my completed drafts! :p

[pinkpunkdynamite]

I kinda got obsessed with this cutie for awhile

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an evening with Jaebum is an equality to comfort. it's a freeing moment, when he takes off his idol mask and becomes himself - a cute, smiling, and slightly tired of everyone's attention boy.

evenings together are always spent under the dim light of string lights and some stupid movie murmuring in the background.

while you are choosing a movie, Jaebum makes two cups of cocoa with marshmallows, softly giggling while he's looking how you suffer which movie is IT for today.

you're sitting comfortably under the blanket when he brings you your cup, slides his arm over your shoulders and brings you closer to his side. his fingers always trace some unknown pattern, skimming over your soft ticklish places. Jaebum always pretends that nothing is happening, as if both yours and his hearts don't skip a beat from the slightest touch.

he's whispering about his day in a hushed voice, making you actually listen to the story while he holds your hand tenderly and brushes his lips over your knuckles.

Jaebum muses a smile when you look up at him from under your brows, light scowl on your face because you can’t decide whether to look at him or at the screen.

overall, to him, all these evenings together are a small rehearsal for a big future life together 🥰

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

thank u for asking about my biases haha. this is my first time officially being an "anon" for someone and i must confess it's so fun!!! you have great taste too btw :)))

my biases are:

svt: mingyu (HE IS JUST SUCH A GREEN FLAG???? and I have a thing for golden retriever boys 😖) and wonwoo (literally anything he does makes me giggle and kick my feet. he gives me cuteness aggression.)

honourable mention: joshua (he's slowly been climbing up my bias list but i blame this on the fanfics I read🤭)

ateez: yeosang (this man is absolutely my princess. also he reminds me too much of myself >.< hehe. i think we'd be great friends.) and san (ok i know that we mostly see what they want us to show on screen but I am just genuinely convinced that he's the kindest soul ever. I also love his stage presence so much!!!)

got7: jaebum (there's just something so comforting about him. i look at him and feel so serene. nothing much more to it tbh...also in love with his brain like he's so 💋💋)

twice: JIHYOOOOOO (honestly my bi awakening and my FIRSTTT k-pop bias. i saw the signal mv and she already had me wrapped around her finger by my second watch. she just has this magnetic aura around her tbh. also in love with her voice and her stage presence ofc.)

bts: taehyung <333 (although I don't keep up with him much I will ALWAYS have a soft spot for him. his smile alone can light up a room <3)

also im sorry for yapping this much lolol

thank you for reading this 🫶 i hope you have a good day

-🌻

first of all, NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR YAPPING!!! in this house, yapping is not only tolerated but also encouraged <3

minwon being your bias together is so cute (never separate them. they are a set!) and sansang is such a cute duo omg. yeosang is lowkey my bias wrecker. he is so funny :3. your bias being jaebeom and mine being jinyoung......jjp in every universe, babyyyyyy.

at this point, i think jihyo is everyone's bi awakening sadlskdjadsd. and taehyung's boxy smile!!!! i think about his 21st century girl fancam at least once a month

keep in touch, 🌻 anon MUAH 💋 !!!

[sxfterhearts]

6. [8:17am]

Jaebeom yawned while scratching the back of his head, messing up his bed hair until it resembled a bird’s nest. His fluffy slippers shuffled along the hallway towards the smell of fried eggs and spring onions, a low grumble sounding from his stomach. He paused at the kitchen once his eyes settled on you, dressed in only his oversized t-shirt, and watched with amusement.

It was way too early on a Sunday morning. Most weekends, the two of you would sleep in until noon, limbs intertwined, engaging in pillow talk and basking in each other’s embrace. It was a rare occurrence. On weekdays, you had to get up early to commute to your workplace, leaving an unsatisfied Jaebeom alone on the empty bed. Most weeknights, he worked on his music in his downtown studio until past midnight, resulting in you dozing off on the couch while waiting up for him. The mismatch in working hours wasn’t ideal, but there was comfort in knowing that you could make up for lost time on the weekends.

This Sunday was different. Jaebeom had scheduled a recording with another artist for their upcoming collaboration, and he had to leave in about an hour. You managed to quietly slip out of his arms to prepare a hearty breakfast for him. Your boyfriend always preferred traditional Korean food to Western food, so you decided to prepare a few side-dishes and a bowl of multigrain rice to give him an extra energy boost for his recording. While the soybean stew bubbled away in the background, you tended to the sizzling fried eggs and spring onions side dish in the frying pan. You added a few drops of soy sauce as a finishing touch and plated up your boyfriend’s favourite dish.

The rice cooker chimed, signalling that the rice was ready. Smiling to yourself, you reached forward to turn it off, only to be beaten by Jaebeom’s swift fingers. He approached your apron-clad figure and wrapped his long arms around your waist, his naked upper body immediately comforted by the heat of your body. “Morning, babe. What’s all this?” His voice spoke right next to your ears, low and hoarse, spreading warm tingles across your body.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. I made your favourite.” You stirred the soup as he nestled his face against your neck, tickling you with his slight stubble. “It’s a proper meal before your recording later. There’s soybean stew and eggs, plus your mum’s kimchi and the potato stir fry from last night.”

Jaebeom took the soup ladle out of your hands and turned you around to capture your lips in a slow, lazy kiss. You gasped when his wandering hands settled on your behind and he took this opportunity to languidly slip his tongue into your mouth. The pair of you made out unhurriedly, enjoying each other’s presence.

Eventually, you pulled away to catch your breath. Even after so many months of dating, you still lost yourself in Jaebeom’s kisses. He wore a lopsided smile, looking at you with so much affection and appreciation that you wanted to combust. “That was my way of thanking you for going to so much trouble to prepare breakfast on a Sunday morning. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d probably starve, for starters.” He gave you a light smack on your butt in response. “It’s true! Now go make yourself useful and scoop your rice.”

The rest of the morning was spent on the dining table, with you watching him as he inhaled your cooking. You had to remind him to slow down in case he got indigestion, but Jaebeom only responded with a “it’s tastes so good that I can’t help myself”, and proceeded to down the rest of the soup in one gulp.

As you cleaned the dishes, Jaebeom washed up and got dressed in his typical recording gear, consisting of one of his many hoodies, cargo pants and a bucket hat. A part of you was sad that he had to leave. Reluctantly, you squeezed him in a tight goodbye hug and placed a kiss on his cheek. You knew how important this recording was for him because the artist he was collaborating with was someone he respected for a long time. “Have a good day at work, and good luck, baby.” You wished him with a slight pout, missing him already.

“I will. I’ll be back in no time, okay?” Jaebeom promised, squishing your cheeks to turn your pout into a smile. He felt sorry because he knew that quality time was precious in your relationship, but it was hard to come by. “We can watch something tonight, your pick.”

“Deal.” You sealed it with a sweet kiss.

[bgicons]

:: boyf material im jaebum lockscreen 🌴❤️ ::

》 please don't repost or edit, thx!! 《

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[softmoonlighttt]

♡͙۪۫ׄꦿ𝓳𝓪𝓮𝓫𝓾𝓶 𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼 繼꤬꣦𝆃☁驥驥

驥驥驥驥驥驥like/reblog if you save pls─⃜🧦 ⃟  ᮫᳝۟۟۟𖠵

[wonyum]

Wonyoung wandered around the villa, relishing the opportunity to explore every corner of the expansive space she hadn't yet had the chance to fully appreciate since her arrival. The grandeur and luxury of the place were right up her alley, fulfilling her preferences perfectly. Sporting denim shorts paired with a bikini top, she rocked her signature sunglasses from the Italian brand she represented, a bottle of water clutched in her hand. The warmth of the sun felt invigorating, and she savored the freedom of leisure time while it lasted. Stepping out into the outdoor area, her grin widened as she recognized a familiar voice. "Oh my god, hi!" she exclaimed, striding eagerly towards the source. The idol playfully tossed her soft brown hair as Lisa hinted at the void felt during her absence. "The flight was alright, but so damn long!" she exclaimed with an eye roll, expressing the shared annoyance of travel woes. Without missing a beat, she grasped her friend's hand and followed her towards the pool, eager to embrace the relaxation suggested. "We absolutely need to catch up; I feel like it's been ages!" she declared with a smile. "How's Jaebum?" she added, nudging Lisa's side gently, showing genuine interest in her friend's life.

@wonyoungandbeautiful

The day was a little warmer than Lisa preferred but nothing that she couldn't handle. There was a reason why she brought dozens of luggages for the next week. A quick change of wardrobe to fit whatever Mother Nature wanted to throw her direction. She changed into one of her many bikinis but layered a cover-up white dress over the two piece. After begging one of her friends to make her a mixed drink, the rapper took the refreshment outside. Her cheeky smile showing once spotting one of her younger friends. "Wonyoung! You made it! See, I knew there was someone missing. How was your flight?" She didn't know when the younger girl arrived but Lisa was always ready to sit and chat. "Up to sit by the pool?"

[cafeidols]

he’s so boyfriend 𝑼𝑮𝑯

[namjaebiased]

Two

(a/n: i’ll be jumping around a lot in their relationship. this is after a time where they are really comfortable in their relationship. Also CREDS TO THE FANSITE WHO TOOK THIS CAUSE ITS GLORIOUS THANK YOU)

one would think that with the amount of dancing in Jaebum’s profession, he’d be tired of it. but watching her from halfway across the room, swaying her hips to the melody of the song blaring through the club always thrilled him. he loved the curve of her hips moving in a motion that just made him want to take her home and make her forget everything but his name. after nights out, they’d stay up into the early hours of the morning getting lost in each other. even if Jaebum had practice the next day and she had classes it would always be worth it.

so here he was, nursing a drink as he watched his girl dance around on the dance floor. his members were around him joking around and celebrating their announcement of tour. he hated being away from her for so long, but coming home to her always overshadowed the heartbreak. the youngest was on the dance floor with her, keeping a decent distance out of respect for his leader. they both seemed to having fun with the song. he loved that she got along with his brothers. Jaebum smiled to himself, still watching her.

after a few songs, yugyeom retreat back to the table. worn from a long day of schedules, no one seemed to be able to keep up with Jaebum’s girl. when it came to stuff like this, she was insatiable. she lived for the feeling of the bass running through her body. she got lost in the rhythm. looking up towards her boyfriend and his friends, she caught Jaebum’s eyes and winked. teasing each other was their favorite past time. Jaebum smirked at her and nodded as an indication to continue.

“dance” he mouthed to her. Jaebum leaned back in his seat, now completely focused on her. She rocked to the rhythm and lost herself. To jaebum, she was the most beautiful thing on this planet; just barely above music. he glanced around and saw that others were watching his girl. something set in his stomach. something was telling him to get up and claim her as his for everyone to see. his temper was flaring, but he knew that if he didn’t control himself all hell would break loose. because she was her own person and nowhere near a possession, but God what he’d do just to mark up her body.

finally feeling tired, she sauntered back to the table. she grazed herself against Jaebum as she sat down between him and Jinyoung. water was waiting for her and the boys easily included her into their conversation. she was laughing along to something bambam said when she felt Jaebum’s hand on her thigh. Jaebum had always been subtly affectionate in public places. a hand on her thigh, or a hand on her back or gently grazing along her skin in some kind of way. that’s what she loved about him. he was there but he gave her her independence still. He respected her. His fingers trailed lightly on the inside of her thigh as the rest of the band kept talking animatedly over the countries they would be visiting. BamBam was excited to visit home and the group as a whole was excited to be hearing back to the states. But in this moment, all Jaebum could think of was what his girl’s hair would look like sprawled across the pillows of her (their) bed. He craved nothing more. It was well into the night and he was exhausted form the day.

“Baby,” his voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s go home. If you wanna continue dancing, you have a big enough bed room.” His hand was still hot against the inside of her thigh. she hummed in response and grabbed his hand to lead him out the door. They bid the boys goodbye and headed through the the fog filled room. Eyes still trailed her as she walked in front of him. Jealousy flared through his body again and Jaebum was quick to wrap an arm around her waist. She would be in for a long night.

[v6mpcat]

drive me to the moon

[matttsato-web]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀nothing stops me from believing, but I will never believe in you like I did in the beginning. 🇺🇸

                 bienvenue au romantisme

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[charlieweb]

䨺 ꯭✎⠀⠀🌪️ ⃝ ᪳ . ⠀﹫⠀𝗐ꪱ𝘯ꫫᥱ𝕣⠀ ˖⠀⠀囕 ⠀𖧷 ⠀⠀！

[harumi-web]

💭 '' § : Diz-me como te convencer. Não finjas que nem queres saber, yeh. Já não há outra forma para te dizer que...querer-te nunca é demais!

[a-fence]

Trial Dad

Jay Park as your future baby daddy

The doorbell rang and you saw DJ Wegun on the intercom. You opened the door and he shoved Daon into your arms and practically ran to the elevator, leaving you stunned with his actions.

You took out your phone from your pocket and called him. "What the h e l l?" you whispered angrily.

"I appreciate you spelling the word and not cursing in front of my son. But remember you told me you wanted to know if Jay can be a good dad right? So there, babysit Daon. I'm going on a date with my wife, just us two since Daon was born and our babysitter cancelled on me at the last minute. Thanks!" he explained quickly.

"Uhh, I never agreed but okay I guess? Have fun on your date," you replied reluctantly and hung up.

Jay spotted you by the door with Daon in one arm, his stuff hanging on your other arm and hurriedly took Daon’s stuff.

"What do we do with him?" Jay asked.

"Babysit him?" you answered unsurely then mentioned to him that you think there’s more stuff in the hall and Jay fetched his car seat and high chair.

Jay brought them in and told you, "You can put him down you know."

"Our house isn’t baby proofed! What if he hurts himself? Wegun’s gonna be mad at us," you argued

"Well you can’t carry him forever. We’ll just chase after him I guess," he countered.

You did a quick survey of the room and seeing nothing potentially dangerous laying around, you cautiously put Daon down and he started walking around and you followed him just in case.

While you followed him, Jay unpacked some of his stuff like his food and his milk, his bottles and eating utensils. Unsure of what to do with all of it, he Facetimed Wegun to ask. He didn’t forget to tell him that he should have at least given you two a heads up about Daon to which Wegun replied that he wanted to know how to handle a child, and y/n wanted to know if he’s ready for fatherhood and that he's just helping both of you.

Daon finished roaming the apartment and realized he was not home and started to cry. You picked him up and tried to console him.

Jay heard him crying and immediately showed Daon his dad which consoled him a little and Wegun told him they’ll pick him up later and that you two should maybe try and feed him as it’s lunch time already.

"Right!" Jay exclaimed and slapped his forehead and Wegun talked him through prepping Daon’s food.

You grabbed a juice packet to give to Daon which immediately stopped the crying and he finished it quickly and asked for more.

"After lunch, okay? You have to eat first," you told him and you carried him to his high chair and strapped him in. You asked Wegun if he’s allowed screen time and he said they try not to give him any but when they need him to stay still, that’s your best weapon and to limit it to kids shows or educational stuff.

So you played him some Pororo while he waited for his food and you prepped yours and Jay’s lunch. You ate lunch together and you helped Daon feed himself and Jay volunteered to look after him while you do the dishes.

Jay surprisingly played well with him, playing with trains and playing ball. Jay played some air basketball which seemed to be a hit to Daon as he kept on laughing then you suddenly noticed he became quiet and he was scrunching his face.

"I think he’s pooping oppa," you stated.

Jay lifted him and smelled his butt. "Ohhhh ohhh!! I didn’t know kids' poop smell really bad and I think I put his butt way too near my face!"

You cracked up at Jay and the ugly face he made after smelling Daon. You tried to catch your breath and he put Daon back down.

You approached Daon and asked him, "Daon-ah, who do you want to clean your butt? Me or this guy?"

Daon looked at you, then at Jay. He brought a hand up slowly and pointed at Jay.

"Daon-ah, jebal!!" Jay pleaded causing Daon to laugh and he was left with no choice.

You felt a little bad so you helped him out by holding Daon as he sat on the toilet and Jay used the bidet to clean him up. Jay then carried Daon and dried his butt as you grabbed a new diaper.

Jay put the diaper on and set Daon down and he immediately ran out of the bathroom and into the living room where you started to play  Pororo on the TV.

"Daon-ah it’s nap time. Who's gonna put you to bed?" Jay asked, giving you the stink eye as he silently sought revenge.

Daon pointed at him and he pretended to fall dead which only made Daon laugh and crawl beside him.

You prepped his milk while Jay laid a mat on the floor and some pillows for Daon to sleep in.

You brought Daon his bottle and you noticed Jay fell asleep already before Daon did.

You quickly snapped a photo to send to Wegun telling him that the sitter fell asleep before the baby did. You gave Daon his bottle, put his pajamas on, and laid on his other side, patting his thigh lightly to help lull him to sleep. The motion was so rhythmic you didn't notice yourself falling asleep.

There were loud clattering noises coming from the kitchen which woke you up and you saw that Daon was still beside you, also awake and chewing on the nipple of his empty milk bottle. You stood up and checked on Jay and Daon followed you.

"What're you making?" you asked Jay as you gave him a back hug.

"Daon's food and our dinner," he answered as he placed his free hand on top of yours.

"What was all the ruckus though?"

"Oh that woke you up? Sorry. Some of the pots got stuck together and one fell when I pried them apart."

"Hmmm," you hummed in reply.

"Is Daon awake?"

"Yeah, he's –," and you felt a tug on your leggings,"– here."

You untangled yourself from Jay and picked Daon up.

"Are you hungry, little man?" you asked. Daon was still holding his empty bottle and you gently pulled it from his hands and placed it on the sink. You strapped him on his high chair and got him some rice crispies as a pre-dinner snack.

With Daon preoccupied, you started setting up the table and waited for Jay. The doorbell rang just as he was placing the food on the table. You stood up to get it and Wegun and his wife were at the door.

"Is it pick up time already?" you asked.

"Yeah. Where is he?"

"In the dining room. We're just about to eat dinner."

They started packing Daon's belongings and brought some of them to the car. You left the door unlocked so they could let themselves back in.

You started feeding Daon his dinner and his parents stood behind him watching. They were happy that he was behaving well with other people. "Daon-ah look behind you!" and you pointed behind him. He immediately squealed as soon as he saw his parents. They said they'll feed him so you and Jay could eat in peace. You offered them dinner which they kindly declined as they themselves just had dinner.

Wegun helped with the dishes despite your refusal and his wife cleaned Daon up. When everything was cleaned up, they bade their goodbyes and it was just you and Jay in the apartment.

"What do you think?" Jay asked

"I think we can handle a child? Right?" you answered. "Plus it's so quiet now that Daon's gone home."

"Well, it wouldn't be that quiet anymore if we start getting in on it," Jay teased.

"Ya!" you shouted, a frown forming on your face. "We can handle a child but me handling a pregnancy remains to be seened."

"In due time, in due time," Jay appeased, and placed a kiss on your forehead. You snuggled into him and thought that a future with Jay doesn't seem so bad after all.