You froze, nearly dropping the plates you were carrying to the cabinet. You turned around. Jaebeom was leaning on the kitchen island with a crease in his eyebrows. Oh, no. “What about?”
“This.” He gestured vaguely between you, an air of discomfort settling in the space. He was seldom a man of many words, but his eyes always spoke volumes, and right now they were filled with a mixture of concern and determination.
You put down the plates slowly, apprehensively wiping your hands on your apron before facing him fully. “Is something wrong?”
Jaebeom took a deep breath, his fingers drumming against the marble top, a habit when he was trying to organize his thoughts. “It’s just… I’ve been feeling like there’s distance growing between us. We’re like ships passing in the night, and I don’t want us to become strangers living under the same roof.”
Your heart sank. His words echoed the nagging fears that had haunted the back of your mind for weeks. Your chaotic schedules had stolen more from you two than just time. They were eroding your connection. “I’ve noticed it too,” you admitted softly, unable to keep your voice from shaking.
He straightened, seemingly relieved that you acknowledged the issue too. “I miss us, you know? How we used to be. And I think we need to do something about it.”
Feeling a complex mix of relief and apprehension, you nodded. “I miss us too. What do you think we should do?”
“We need to make time for each other,” he suggested earnestly. “Maybe set aside one night each week just for us? No phones, no work, just… us.”
It sounded simple enough, but in your whirlwind lives, it felt like a lifeline being thrown in tumultuous waters. “That’s doable. My schedule’s more flexible than yours. Just say when and where and I’m there.”
Hello! 🥺I’m not sure if request are open but if they are may I please request a “baby fever smut” scenario with Jaebeom? I really liked your Jinyoung one! Please and thank you☺️
anon, thank you so much! 🥺🥺🥺
i’m glad you liked the jinyoung one, i hope this one is to your liking, too! ♡
WARNING(S); SMUT AND SUGGESTIVE LANGUAGE UNDER THE CUT.
sometimes you just marveled at how handsome your boyfriend was. it wasn’t your faut – anyone with eyes would tell you the same thing.
it wasn’t just his looks that were sexy – it was his drive, his ambition, the way he cared for you – the way no other man could.
“what are you staring at?” jaebeom’s whisper pulled you out of your thoughts, a knowing smirk on his face. you stuck your tongue out at him, not wanting to interrupt youngjae’s story about coco that he was telling the group.you were sitting at a table the rest of the got7 guys and their partners, laughing about old memories and trying to sort out a way to go on tour.
“i don’t think i’m going to be ready for a tour until my little girl is off at college,” jinyoung admitted. jinyoung’s wife just gave birth almost a year ago, and his daughter was all jinyoung could talk about. it was endearing whenever you heard him talk about little park eun jung. she was his whole world.
“did you bring eun jung? we haven’t seen her in so long,” you asked, trying to get jaebeom’s attention off of you. you could tell he was in the mood to tease you tonight.
“she missed you guys, too,” jinyoung’s wife came out of seemingly nowhere, with eun jung in her arms. you squealed at her little outfit, she had a snowsuit jumper on and a pink hat with bunny ears to match. she was smiling. “y/n, do you want to hold her?”
“could i?” you pointed the question at jinyoung who just nodded.
“you can hold her, y/n. just don’t let jaebeom, i don’t think he’s ever held a child before.”
“jae, is that true?” you ask him.
“i’m not around kids a lot,” he’s pouting now. “why do you always have to throw me under the bus, jinyoung?” jinyoung just sends him a wink.
“i can show you….,” you say, squatting down to jaebeom’s side. “here, make sure you cradle her head…be gentle, baby.”
your eyes light up as you see jaebeom looking oh so embarrassed and careful with eun jung. he was being so cautious with her, making sure she was okay. his smile was big after a couple of minutes, cooing as her little hand wrapped around his pinky finger.
“this little girl is so beautiful. you guys did good,” jaebeom said to jinyoung and his wife, who just smiled.
“can i have her back now?” jinyoung was whining. he came over and stole his daughter back, holding her close.
you couldn’t focus after that. it was like your ovaries were on fire. the thought of jaebeom being so careful with your son or daughter, making sure they were comfortable, but not being 100% sure what to do made you oh so delusional with baby fever. you were silent for the rest of the dinner, alternating between admiring eun jung and jinyoung and admiring your partner.
the ride back to the hotel was met with a comfortable silence as you let jaebeom hold your hand. you didn’t know what he was thinking, but all you could think about was the best way to hide all the condoms in your house.
you sat down on the bed, admiring jaebeom for the third time that night.
god, you wanted him to fuck a baby into you.
how does one bring this up?
“so, eun jung is beautiful, isn’t she?” you said as you watched him change into his pajamas. he hummed.
“she’s just darling, isn’t she?” he agreed. jaebeom smiles before sliding into bed and giving you a kiss on the lips.
okay, you weren’t trying to be subtle. you sighed as he picked up his book from the nightstand table.
“jae?”
“hm?”
he sounded so disinterested, so you took the book out of his hands and set it back on the table where it rightfully belonged. you gave him a kiss you hoped was full of longing.
“jae, what if we fucked without the condom tonight?” you asked under the shell of his ear, planting a kiss right below it. he shivered.
“you want a baby, baby?” he’s smirking now.
“you would be such a good dad,” you pouted, rolling off of him. “unless, of course…you don’t think you’re up for it.”
you wanted to rile him up.
it was working.
your boyfriend rolls on top of you before returning the heated kiss, asking roughly, “what’s that supposed to mean?”
“you won’t be able to knock me up after the first try,” you taunted. “i wonder if somebody else could…”
“oh baby, you’re such a cumslut,” jaebeom says. “you’re insatiable. but what my baby wants, she gets. you want my cum, sweetheart?”
his words went straight to your core, which was soaking wet, ready for your husband to fill you up. as he sucked on your neck, you tried to pull his boxers off of his waist.
“please, fuck a baby into me,” you cried out as he yanked your panties off and lined himself up, spitting on his already hard cock and rubbing it against your pussy.
“don’t you let a single drop leak out when i’m done with you.”
Summary: Jaebeom realises after breaking up with you that he just can't leave you
Warnings: -
Main masterlist | Crystal's Playlist
Jaebeom pushes away from his desk and lets out a sigh as he stares at his wall. He made a mistake. He stares at the black screen of his phone, waiting—hoping—that someone out there is thinking of him. But Jaebeom doesn’t just want anyone. He wants you. He wants you to call him, text him, reach out to him. He wants you to come back. There’s an old LED strip that he had pasted in between his desk and his wall to make his room feel more inspiring to him, but now, all it does is switch in and out of colours while he sulks.
It was a small fight. Jaebeom knows he was being dumb. He shouldn’t have pried where you didn’t want him to. You knew he had a tendency to be stressed out after coming home from work. He’s an idol—of course he would be. But at the time, Jaebeom’s brain kept hitting a wall whenever he tried to finish one of his tracks. The more he tried, the harder it got and his pride was keeping it away from all of his friends who offered to help.
You, on the other hand, were dealing with the stress of being the public partner to a famous idol. You didn’t mind the hate because at the end of the day, you were the only one who Jaebeom would come home to. You were the one that Jaebeom would end up sleeping with. You were the only one he would be giving all of his love to. So the hate never bothered you.
It bothered him.
Jaebeom was buried underneath the stress of trying to finish his album while also trying to make sure that you were okay. To the point where he realised that he was projecting his stress onto you. So he ended it. You asked him to think it through and take a few days to himself because you loved him too much to let go, but Jaebeom refused. He walked out of your shared apartment one last time and hadn’t gone back since.
The same song has been on repeat for the past three hours because Jaebeom doesn’t know any other way to express himself other than through music. He majorly fucked up. There’s a dark purple box sitting on the left side of his desk that Jaebeom turns to look at. He picks it up and leans back as he lifts the top, staring at the diamond ring that’s tucked into the velvet cushion. Jaebeom loves you so much that he was about ready to keep you in his life forever. You’re everything to him and he’s sure that even if you don’t come back, he would never move on from you.
You’ve just managed to engrave yourself completely into Jaebeom’s heart to the point where he does everything and would do everything for you. All it took you was three and a half years for him to realise that he really was ready to marry you. Now he wonders whether he’ll ever get the chance to even give you the ring. Seconds feel like hours and days feel like weeks without you by his side. Jaebeom wonders whether you miss him as much as he misses you. He also wonders whether you’re still in love with him as much as he is with you.
He’s angry with himself for throwing you aside so easily and you’re anxious because throughout the whole relationship, Jaebeom’s reassurance that he would never leave you stays strong and it almost feels like false hope. You also know one thing about him that you’re sure Jaebeom hasn’t even noticed yet: he lives for you. Through his hard demeanor, he has a fragile heart. While he’s usually calm, collected and able to gather his thoughts, Jaebeom’s brain has never been so frantic before. He sees nothing but images of you flashing in and out of his mind, his heart aching every time he sees your smile or hears the ghosted memory of your laugh.
Maybe he should ask you to come back. It makes him seem pathetic, but Jaebeom’s already figured it out a few weeks away from you. He knows that he lives for you. He hates himself for making you feel so lonely. No matter how long he spends away, Jaebeom’s sure that he’ll forever be hung up on you if he doesn’t fix this before it’s too late. But he also has a feeling that you might not ever move on from him either because he fits into your life like a puzzle piece.
Jaebeom stares at his phone, hand pressed against his mouth as he fills himself with more false hope because maybe—just maybe—tonight you’ll actually call him. He hears a particular line playing in the song that makes him look up to his computer screen.
I can’t walk away
And his phone rings. Jaebeom picks it up without even checking the caller I.D but his body freezes the moment you speak.
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.”
Hi! Could you possibly do a fluffy oneshot of you taking care of JB because his back is hurting? He just wants to cuddle you and gets massages!🥺 Also I'm so excited to see this blog get well know! Best of luck with it💕💕
Care - Lim Jaebeom
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⇢paring - jaebeom x reader
⇢genre - fluff
⇢summary - jaebeom needs you to take care of him when he wakes up in pain.
⇢warnings - simply just fluff!
⇢notes - thank you! in all honesty, i don’t think this blog is going to get too well known because people love the dom!got7 agenda, but we’ll see! thank you for being the first request on this blog!
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you woke up to jaebeom groaning in exasperated pain. you allowed your vision to focus for a moment before turning to lay on your elbows. you rub your eyes before allowing your fingers to gently rub along his arms. he wasn’t a very heavy sleeper, so a few motions of your finger tips against his arms was waking him up.
you saw him wince as he did so, a hand instantly moving to cup his lower back. he groaned again as he attempted to turn around and face you. “are you okay, jae?” you asked, your hand reaching out to aid him a bit. “my back is a bit sore . . . can you take care of me for today?” he mumbled as he wraps his arms around you.
“or course, baby.” you told him. “lay on your stomach for me.” he moved to position and folded his hands and rested his head on top of them. you straddles his waist, and placed your hands on his shoulders. “what are you gonna do?” he asked. “i’m gonna give you a massage to relax your muscles so you won’t be in so much pain.” you mumbled, lifting his shirt up to his shoulders and using your hands to knead the skin there.
you could immediately see he closed his eyes the moment he felt your hands. he was tense, especially his his shoulders and lower back, so that’s where you focused on the most. the moment your hands kneaded at his lower back, he began to truly relax. groans of appreciation left his mouth as you worked your magic, gently pushing and pulling your hands along his tender skin.
the massage was short and sweet, and he appreciated every moment of it. “thank you.” he murmurs softly once your finshed and laying right beside him. he turns on his side, and opens his arms; to which you obviously accept his invitation for cuddles. he has his arms wrapped around your waist with his head nuzzled into your neck, and you have your hands playing in his hair. before you knew it, he was asleep again and softly snoring.
you chuckled when you first heard it, accepting defeat and leaning to kiss his forehead. you accepted the fact that neither of you would be getting up anytime soon, and decided drift away into sleep as well.
“What is everyone doing here?” Jaebeom asks as he steps inside his shared home with you where he sees his members reclining on the sofas.
“Um, she invited us over,” Youngjae begins, “So we could eat lunch together.”
“Okay, so why hasn't anyone left?”
“She said, and I quote, we should wait for Jae to eat or he'll get moody,” Mark shrugs, and continues to watch the live basketball game. “Probably should've not said that last bit.”
“Don't you miss us?” Jackson asks, “I miss you.”
“We've literally been on a hiatus for like 22 hours?”
“What's your point? We miss you hyung.”
“Yeah, alright. Sure.”
“Yo, y'all should invest in Choco-milk. Like, that would be pretty rad.” Yugyeom strolls by, sitting beside Double B. “They literally only have alcohol.” He whispers to his friend as if they both weren't legal drinking ages.
Bambam shakes his head, “Shame on him.”
“You punk.” Jb chuckles, “You're in my home.”
“Do you know what time the food will be ready?” Jinyoung asks with closed eyes, arms behind his neck, looking like he's almost about to fall asleep.
“I'll go see what's going on. I'll be back.”
Jaebeom makes his way up the stairs and into the bedroom. He hears the shower running, and you humming along to the music playing. “Y/n?”
“What?!”
“What's with everyone being disrespectful to me, am I not the oldest one here?” Jae says, “Be more respectful,”
“You big baby,” You tease, “What do you need my love?”
“That's more like it,”
“You're full of yourself,” You say and turn the water off, coming out in a towel.
You left your clothes spread on the bed along with your favorite lotions.
“Yah, what are you doing coming out like that?”
“Coming out to my bedroom to get dressed?” You quirk an eyebrow.
“What if the boys see you like this?” Jae grabs your hands from your chest and pulls the towel tighter over your figure.
“They won't.”
“How do you know?”
“Because only you can,” You smile, grabbing at his hands this time, he calculates what you’re about to do next, and he lets out a little laugh as he keeps a strong grip, “No ma'am, you're not about to flash me.”
He throws you on the bed, “Only I can remove your clothes,”
“Well?”
He admires you, your towel is still around you, only having a slit where your luscious thighs are exposed. He licks his lips, and crawls on top of you, placing either hands beside your head. “If I start now, I won't stop.”
“Who says we have to stop,” You place a kiss on his arm.
He cups your jaw with his hand, and begins to places kisses on your neck, licking slightly, his warm tongue pressed against you excites you, “Babe,”
“Shh,” He whispers, “Or we'll get caught.”
He watches you as he lets his breath hit against the damp spot, causing shivers to form on elegant skin.
You place a hand on the back of his head, playing with the ends of his hair, he grins before leaning towards you, his forehead placed on top of yours, his hand roam freely on the scenery of your thighs, he knows your body just as well as he knows himself.
His hand brushes against the warmth of you, and you whimper, “Don't tease,”
“There's no fun in that.”
He kisses you, his fingers caress your heat, and you thrust slightly to them. “Fuck,”
There's a knock heard from the door, “Hi, uh, we're still waiting. Also, we're still hungry.”
“Youngjae-ah,” You gasp, Jaebeom continues with his fingers, eyes never leaving you, “Turn the oven off, please, I'll be out there in a minute... I just got out the shower.”
You hear him walk away.
Jae doesn't hesitate to grab your chin, roughly turning it to face him, giving him all your attention. “Focus on me.”
Being a brat was kind of your job. You were supposed to resist his orders and disobey, right? And you’d be damned if you didn’t do it well. Because right now, Jaebeom was staring at you with his tongue tucked in his cheek, eyebrows pinched together as you rubbed BamBam’s thigh.
BamBam wasn’t even paying attention. Something on his phone was more important. But it didn’t matter. Jaebeom saw you, and that’s all that mattered.
Jaebeom crossed his arms and slouched a little more. “Hey, _____. You’re being a bad girl.”
“Oh, am I?” You licked your lips and leaned closer to BamBam, finally getting his attention.
“You must want me to punish you. Hands off,” Jaebeom sat up, “or I’ll put you over my knee.”
BamBam stiffened. “Uh, should I leave?”
“No, no.” You patted his thigh before giving it a squeeze. “You’re fine.” You pecked his cheek, then looked at Jaebeom. “Come over here and make me.”
Jaebeom didn’t bat an eye, rising from his chair. “Gladly.”
