Genre: Smut, angsty smut. With a dash of fluff.ย
Warnings:ย None really, but since itโs smut - female masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, thigh riding, sexโฆ and swearing I guess.
Words:ย 6.66k the devil works hard, but Jaebeom works harder
Concept:ย When you punish him you ruining your plans once again, he seeks forgiveness in the most sinful ways possible. Making you count each timeโฆ
A/N: Inspired by the JUS2 Japan photo shoot, and the gif above. Just the thought of Jaebeom staring at you through frosted glassโฆ And fuck, Iโm terrified to post this. This is my first ever smut and Iโm shit scared. If itโs shit, please for the love of god tell me to never write smut again. I beg you.ย
Youโve postponed it three times; your anniversary celebration getting delayed with Jaebeomโs ever demanding schedule. Each plan diminished in grandeur, each date dwindled in flare. Settling on a quiet dinner at a favored restaurant was enough to suffice the simple desire to be with him, spend time with him; enjoy the presence that you had been so unkindly denied. But as you sat at the corner table, playing with the softened wax of the candle you were staring into, you couldnโt say that you didnโt expect anything less. Your second glass of wine, almost empty, mocked you as you tipped it against your lip to drain the liquid down your throat. Your phone buzzed against the tabletop.
It always starts like this.
I know I always start off like that.
Oh good, heโs become self aware.
Filming has run over time, I donโt know when Iโll get there. But Iโll be there, I promise!
You allowed yourself another twenty minutes. Twenty five minutes because you loved him, ever so much. Watching the third glass of wine empty just a bit more with each time you placed it back on the table, your eyes narrowed as the hands on your watch ticked over. Times up, sweetheart. You tipped your chin to the waiter, scribbling your finger against an invisible cheque in the air.
Paying for the alcohol tasted far less bitter than leaving alone, again. But alas, there was always next time. Getting into the taxi, you failed to see Jaebeomโs car shriek to a halt in front of the restaurant. You swore you thought you saw him tumble out of the car through the side-view mirror, but ignored the notion altogether; too far-fetched to be true.
