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sweetestofchaos · 7 months

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Knock, Knock | L.JB x M.YG | Two

🩸pairing: Jaebeom x Yoongi

genre: Fluff

🩸au: Soulmate AU, Smut, Vampire AU, MxM

word count: 1.8K

🩸warnings: No major warnings for now.

rating: Teen (will change later on)

Yoongi and Jungkook have their first run in.

🩸a/n: I'm just having fun with this. Enjoying not following the norm for once lol. Support/drip/mdni divider made by @benkeibear

taglist: @theharrowing @minisugakoobies

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The Jeons and Mins were close, there were no secrets between them. That was until the younger members of the family left the town of Pavv. Now, the new bloodline is full of secrets, unknowing of who and what they truly are. The youngest generation are carbon copies of the past. Their looks a mirror image of those long since passed. Min Suyung and Jeon Jaesun give the order to lock the rooms that hold their families secrets. They know that their servants will protect their secrets but there can be no room for error. Yoongi and Jungkook must not leave the town of Pavv. It is their destiny to spend the rest of their days in this town.

Though it seems that destiny has other plans as Yoongi boards the plane to Pavv. He has the window seat and it makes his stomach churn. He hates the window seat and he doesn’t like closing the window because he knows others look out of it. As he gets closer to his seat he spots a white hood. As he turns towards his seat, Yoongi notices that a young man around his age is sitting in the aisle seat.

“E-Excuse me?” Yoongi’s voice is soft as he speaks and the man lifts his head from the phone in his lap. Yoongi feels heat attack the back of his neck, the man is handsome in the oddest of ways. He has a strong jawline and sharp nose with heart shaped lips.

“Oh! Are you in the window seat?” The man asks and Yoongi nods his head, not even looking at the open window. He stands in the middle of the aisle with his carryon clutched in his arms. “Do you not want the window seat?” Yoongi shakes his head, kind of embarrassed that his fear is so noticeable. “You can have my seat!”

“Excuse me…you’re blocking my seat.” Another voice catches Yoongi’s attention and he turns to see a young man with wide boba eyes staring at him. His lower lip is pierced twice and his ears are covered in diamond earring studs. Yoongi spares at glance at the man already standing to move over to the window and Yoongi is thankful.

Apologizing quietly, Yoongi moves out of the way and the man easily lifts his bag to place it in the overhead compartment. He glances at Yoongi and Yoongi quickly stares down at his feet when their eyes meet. The wide eyed man gets into the middle seat and Yoongi sits down in his new seat.

“So where is everyone going?” Hoseok asks as he looks at the two men beside him.

“I’m visiting extended family in Pavv.” Yoongi mutters and the boba eyes man whips his head to Yoongi.

“What? S-So am I!” Yoongi’s eyes widen and Hoseok giggles.

“Well what a coincidence, I live in Pavv!” Hoseok looks at the two men as they both look at him with wide eyes, jaws open in disbelief. “Yeah, my family owns one of the only music stores in town. I’m coming back to help out ‘cause my older sister is sick and can’t do it right now.” Hoseok explains with a small frown on his face. “Oh!” Hoseok thrusts his arms out, “I'm Hoseok! Jung Hoseok!”

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“Min Yoongi.”

Hoseok’s eyes widen even more at their names and he eyes the two men beside him.

“Wow…this is really fucking weird.”

“What’s weird?” Jungkook inquired, his eyes bright and questioning.

“Both of your last names…are you related to the Jeons and Mins that practically own Pavv?”

“Wait, what?” Yoongi leans forward in his seat to get a better view of Hoseok. “The Mins own Pavv?!”

“W-Well not really own but yeah. They’ve been around since the start of the town, they have their hands in everything. It’s a very old family that is loaded…holy shit!” Hoseok covers his mouth and vibrates in his seat. “I’m sitting next to the fucking heirs of the bloodline!”

“Heirs?” Jungkook’s lower lip juts out in confusion.

“Yeah, I mean that’s what my old man said on the phone.” Hoseok pushes down his hoodie and removes his white white snapback. “Look, word in town is that your grandparents invited the youngest members of the bloodline back to Pavv to pass everything down.”

“What? No, that’s not possible.” Yoongi shakes his head. “I don’t even know them. Why the fuck would them give me anything?”

Jungkook nods his head in agreement. “I’m all for the money but I don’t want the house or anything like that. I’ve seen pictures online, that place is fucking huge!”

Hoseok shrugs his shoulders, “Well, if it get to be too much for you, I have the apartment over the record shop. You’re more than welcome to crash at my place.”

“Thanks but my two friends tagged along,” Yoongi points to a few rows over and Seokjin and Namjoon are sitting.

“Same!” Jungkook points out Taehyung and Jimin as well.

Hoseok clicks his tongue and waves them off, “If you don’t mind sharing a bed or sleeping on the floor, I got the room. It’s a two bedroom and my sofa pulls out too.”

“You seem pretty sure that we’ll accept your offer,” Jungkook points out and Hoseok shrugs his shoulders.

“Call it a gut feeling.”

The town of Pavv is something out of Bram Stoker’s Dracula. The town homes are old but updated to appeal to a younger crowd. Stone buildings with wrought iron balconies and dark green ivy vines crawling up the sides or front. Tall lamp posts are on cobblestone streets. The candles have long since been replaced with lightbulbs. A thick fog covers the town in a cool mist that settles deep in the bones and feels just as heavy as it does light.

Jungkook and Yoongi, along with their respective friends say their goodbyes to Hoseok who gives them directions to his record shop. They are later separated to go to their family homes and Yoongi can’t help but feel weird about leaving Jungkook. He may have just meant the kid but he feels like Jungkook could be a good friend to have. Seokjin and Namjoon feel the same though it seems to be on a more parental note.

Seokjin states that he wants to adopt Jungkook and take him home while Namjoon wants Jimin and Taehyung. Yoongi laughs at his friends but he feels the same if not a little more strongly. For Yoongi he just wants to protect Jungkook even though the kid can easily do so himself. Yoongi saw the muscles and tattoos when Jungkook rolled up his sleeves.

Yoongi isn’t impressed by his grandmother. The woman frowns at his dark hair and states her dislike of his attire. She informs Yoongi and his friends that once they settle in, they are free to explore the grounds. The head butler, Ledger, will show them the wonder and charm to the old home.

It’s filled with many doors, some locked and others not. Yoongi wonders what’s behind the locked doors but he sees the way that Ledger ignores them all together. Seokjin comments on a few portraits and Namjoon is fascinated by the history that he is surrounded by. Yoongi isn’t impressed, at all. He feels like everyone is staring at him no matter what he does.

Jungkook’s family home is dark, filled with warm earth tones and darker wood, beautiful really. His grandfather is a quiet man with those all too familiar wide deer like eyes. He leaves everything in the hands of his butler Samson. The butler is all too eager to show the estate to Jungkook and his friends.

He comments that it has been a long time since the grounds have seen the younger bloodline. When Jungkook asks why, Samson eyes him silently and grins. He tells the trio that the older generation doesn’t believe in leaving home and when the younger family members started to leave, they were forbidden to come back. Jungkook is confused ‘cause he was invited to Pavv but Samson doesn't answer any more questions on the matter.

While relaxing in the main sitting room, Namjoon wonders out loud if Jungkook has settled into his family’s home and Suyung raises her eyebrow at the mention of Jungkook. Yoongi hears the silent question and explains that he had run into Jungkook on the plane, along with Jung Hoseok. Suyung smiles and it sends an unpleasant shiver down Yoongi’s spin.

She asks what Yoongi thinks of Jungkook and he isn’t sure how to answer. He doesn’t know Jungkook that well, but from the short time he had spent with him, he likes the boy. Suyung recommends that the Min and Jeon’s have a get together in the yard, to celebrate the family coming together once more and Yoongi wants to protest. He isn’t sure why but he really would prefer to keep Jungkook away from his strange grandmother.

Jungkook feels restless, he wants to explore the town; jetlag be damned. Jimin and Taehyung are fast asleep, napping in his room and Jungkook sighs. It will be impossible to wake them up and he will feel bad. He wonders how Yoongi is doing and decides to text the older man. Yoongi answers right away and says that he is about to go for a walk to get some air to clear his mind.

Jungkook offers to meet up and Yoongi agrees, telling Jungkook to stay put while he walks to Jeon's home. Jungkook smiles to himself and decides to freshen up a little. He fixes his hair, pulling it up into a messy man bun before he lines his eyes in black liner and smears a tinted lip balm to his lips. Not wanting to make Yoongi wait, Jungkook sits in the window of his room. He has a wonderful view of the gate that surrounds home and in turn will be able to see Yoongi coming his way.

Yoongi switched his jean jacket for his black leather one since the fog seems to seep into everything. Getting directions from Ledger, Yoongi walks the fifteen minutes to the Jeon’s estate and as he gets closer, he looks at the home. In the window of the top floor, he spots Jungkook peering out and smiles. Jungkook waves and rushes away; by the time Yoongi reaches the front gate, Jungkook is rushing out the door with the widest smile on his face.

Yoongi smiles and tells Jungkook to take it easy, he doesn’t want the younger male to trip over his own two feet. As Yoongi opens the gate, he notices an older man standing in one of the windows watching him and Jungkook. Again, a shiver crawls down Yoongi’s spin but he ignores it the moment Jungkook links their arms together and leans into him. Yoongi looks back at the window and the man is gone.

#yoongi fic #yoongi smut #jay b fic #jay b smut #jaebeom x yoongi #got7 x bts #member x member #knock knock ch 2 #knock knock

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babecoups · 2 years

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dream on || lim jaebeom (18+)

➹ title: dream on ➹ pairing: rockstar!jaebeom x demon!female reader ➹ genre: angst | smut | supernatural | slight forbidden romance | pwp/drabble ➹ summary: On stage the crowd screams his name, backstage he’s moaning yours. This is strictly business...or maybe it isn’t. ➹ word count: 1.6k ➹ warnings: alcohol consumption | smoking | supernatural & demonic elements | explicit & implied sexual content | implied spanking | multiple orgasms | pleasure dom!jaebeom | sub!reader | daddy kink | unprotected sex | restraints(wrist pinning} | creampie | dirty talk | forced orgasm | power play dynamics | pet names | praising | crying | clothed sex | public sex(if you squint) | biting/marking | rough & soft sex | unrequited love | pining | mentions contracts | pov switch | no happy ending ➹ rating: R/18+ ➹ a/n: this is unedited and written on a whim. it’s sad and i cried so, i’m sorry.

Thousands of people were just at his feet, singing his lyrics, allowing the strings of his guitar to take control of their bodies—they worship each and every thrust of his hips, every roll of his body. He’s their king, but to you—he’s only a peasant.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, closing the door to his dressing room. He waits for the lock to click before he ventures any further.

“Is it a crime for a girl to want to play with her favorite toy?”

You look up from your black manicured nails with a small smirk. He’s changed his appearance many times over the years, but this look he may just have to keep. There’s something about men with long hair that drives you mad, and you’ve always wanted to get your fingers tangled in some dark wavy locks. It must be your lucky night.

He removes his jacket and tosses it on the black leather couch before making his way to grab a drink. “You’re not a girl and I’m not a toy; now I’m tired so let’s make this quick.”

“You weren’t saying that last time,” you remind him, but he isn’t trying to hear your teasing. He doesn’t even spare you a glance when he passes you.

You follow him to the mini bar giggling; he’s the first human you’ve ever followed—and the only. He’s lucky, and he doesn’t even know it. He pours a drink and you roll your eyes when he gulps it down instead of passing the glass to you. Grabbing the bottle from his hand, you take your shot straight from the source, exhaling as if alcohol could ever have an effect on a being as powerful as you.

“What do you want tonight? Honestly, I’m tired…just wanna get some sleep.”

“You weren’t too tired for them,” you tell him, setting the bottle down and turning to him. You place your palms flat on his pecs and purr when he flexes them playfully. He can’t resist your innocent doe eyes looking up at him and within seconds a smile forms on his face. “...but you’re too tired for me?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a fucking brat?” he chuckles. The sound erupts from his chest and sends vibrations through your hands. You bite your lip to prevent the feral noises you want to make in response.

“Yeah, my father.”

“Do you even have a father?” he asks.

“No, but I always wanted to say that.”

You both share a bit of laughter, just standing there enjoying each other’s presence until the moment slowly fades away. Then, it’s back to business. You call his name, and he hums in response.

“Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering, his hands cup your face and he leans in. Your eyes close when his delicate lips are gently placed on yours. The pathetic world you stand on disappears and the only thing that surrounds you is the comfort you secretly desire.

You notice a change in his expression when you part; he seems surprised for a split second but recovers quickly. You can see the glow of your blood red irises reflecting in his dark brown orbs. For the first time your human-like mask falters, and he’s met with one of hell’s greatest creations. It must be unsettling so you avert your gaze until you regain control over your powers.

“Sorry,” you whisper, but he rejects your apology.

“Don’t be.”

“It gets worse,” you jest, but it’s the truth.

“You mean better?”

“I’m flattered,” you respond, sliding your hands up to his broad shoulders. “So I guess tonight’s a no?...I’ll get going then.”

He grabs your waist. “I never said that.”

“But you’re tired?”

“My dick isn’t,” he counters, then he pulls you closer. “I’ll fuck you right here, actually.”

Your wrap legs around him when he scoops you up and lies you to the couch. His hands travel under your dress to remove your panties, but he discovers that you aren’t wearing any. “I’ve missed you…didn’t want anything to get in the way.”

“Good girl.”

His leather pants are undone in record speed. His sighs of relief once his cock is free from its confinements are pleasant to your ears. You feed off of his attention; he’s so willing to please you in every way possible, and you can’t get enough of his touch, no—you can’t get enough of him.

“So wet already,” he comments as he enters your opening. Slowly, he slides in and stills, waiting for the sensitivity to ebb away so he can slam into you with no mercy. He knows exactly what you want, and how to give it to you. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy the ride. “And warm too…feels so good.”

“The best you’ll ever have.”

He scoffs. “You aren’t lying.”

Your walls snuggle around him, bringing him comfort and security—something you’re certain you alone could never provide him. He spends minutes relishing in your heat before he delivers the first harsh thrust inside of you. Whimpers leave your lips when he nestles himself deep within you, selfishly claiming every inch for himself, as if you’d even allow another to touch you like he does.

They’ve shamed you for stooping so low with a human, but this feels too good for you to care.

“Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me. Come on my cock, baby.”

“It’s too soon. I can hold it,” you pant, shaking your head in denial.

He grabs your wrists one by one and pins them above your head then he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Your back arches when you feel the sting of his teeth sinking into your skin; you try to fight the urge to release, but he’s making it difficult. “No you can’t, and you won’t. Now be a good girl and make a mess for Daddy.”

“Jaebeom!”

“Don’t say my fucking name until you give me what I want,” he growls in your ear. His dominance makes you shudder beneath him. The pleasure has you giving up quickly and obeying his orders. “I’ll clean it up, don’t worry.”

“Fuck you–ahh!..I-I need to—”

“You want to come…so you should. While I’m allowing you to,” he chuckles.

Your eyes are screwed shut when your release comes with no warning. You cling onto him, listening to him moan your name and praise you for gifting him with the best pussy on earth. But you are no blessing, and you aren’t of this world; you’re just a businesswoman—who mixes business with pleasure. You owned his soul first, and now his mind and his body. He’s yours; regardless of whether you can say it out loud or not. Deep down, you both know who you belong to—you hope.

You can see your fucked out expression through his eyes, flaring red eyes and snarling fangs, but still he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful sight he’s laid eyes on. He worships you, gives you every bit of himself until he succumbs to his fatigue. He will literally let you suck him dry and still try to offer you more.

“One more for me,” he grunts in your ear, and you give him another and another…until you’re bent over, ass red and sore with tears rolling down your cheeks. He fucks you for hours and releases his load deep inside your womb.

You stay in his arms for a little bit longer tonight, running your fingers through his beautiful strands. His hands massages your thighs and ass as you sit straddling his lap. You sigh when you feel his soft kisses on your cheek, daydreaming of a life where you could stay this way.

“Jaebeom?”

He blows out a puff of smoke before he answers. “Yeah, babe?”

“How do you humans know when you’re in love?” The question has been lingering on your mind for too long; it really just slipped out, but it’s too late to take it back now.

“I dunno,” he sighs, tapping your leg so he can get up and take a shower. “I’ve never been in love…don’t really believe in it, honestly.”

Oh.

Whatever type of heart you possess in your soulless body drops to the pit of your stomach. For the first time outside of sex, you shed tears. Painful tears, mourning over something you’ve never had. Silly, foolish—you repeat those words a million times to yourself. Because you are, and it’s better you realize it sooner or later.

When he re-enters the dark, quiet room again, you’ve vanished, leaving his heart heavy with loneliness again. He often feels the regret of being too afraid to admit his feelings; he has to remember that your relationship is only business. You gave him his fame and he gave you his soul…the pleasure came much later. And somewhere along the way, he fell—and he fell hard. He just wishes he wasn’t the only one of the two who’s fallen so deeply.

Jaebeom frowns when he looks at the coffee table. An envelope, sealed with a kiss of your devilish red stained lipstick and a little message on the front.

“Here’s your second chance to find love, Jaebeom. Take advantage of it because some of us will never get to experience it.”

A pain forms in his chest as his worst fears are confirmed. The demon that holds the contract to his soul no longer wants it; he no longer has ties with hell, and is not permitted to see her ever again. He may keep his fame and fortune, and live on to seek what his heart desires until he perishes.

But unfortunately, what his heart truly wanted just slipped right through the cracks.

#jaebeom x reader #jaebeom smut #jaebeom angst #got7 x reader #got7 smut #got7 angst #jay b smut #jay b x reader #got7 imagines #kvanity #ksmutclub #jay b angst #fromthebabe

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lilyrennifer · 10 months

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Always feel free to request! 😁

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🐰 Mark

Nothing So Far

🌴 Jay B

Nothing So Far

🍑 Jinyoung

Nothing So Far

🌙 Youngjae

Nothing So Far

💐 Yugyeom

Nothing So Far

🐍 BamBam

Nothing So Far

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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Im Jae Beom (GOT7 / Solo) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

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

Disclaimer:

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

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

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Im Jae Beom

Stage Name: Jay B / formerly JB

Group: GOT7 / Solo

Masterpost: Got7

Im Jae Beom

Jay B / JB (GOT7 / Solo)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - 7 of Wands

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

Libido - 9 of Swords

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

Turn On - 7 of Swords

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

Kink - V The Hierophant

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

Dirtiest Secret* - King of Wands

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

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marvelous-llama · 9 months

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bambikisss · 1 year

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Suits: 2

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

CEO!JAYB X CEO!READER

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

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

A/N: She's a long one.

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

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

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

"Do you have a moment?"

Now you understood why.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It felt like home.

Jae felt like home.

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

The man you wanted.

"No, you can keep calling me baby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Laundry day

Pairing: Lim Jaebeom (GOT7) x Fem!Reader; Genre: SMUT, PWP; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: kinda public sex, nudity, fingering, slight breast play, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex (on a washing machine), kinda orgasm denial, creampie, dirty talk (lots of it); Wordcount: 2.305

Summary: You thought nothing of it when you walked down to the basement of your apartment complex to do the laundry until you ran into your incredibly hot neighbour.

A/N: For my love @mingsolo the filth is all yours!

You hummed softly along to the music playing from your earbuds as you descended the stairs down into the basement with your laundry basket secured against your hip.

Despite the music, you heard some of the washing machines running in the laundry room at the end of the hall.

Consciously you pulled the hem of your oversized jacket down before you rounded the corner and entered the room, seeing your handsome neighbour from across the hall folding his clothes.

He looked up, his eyes wandering over your bare legs and up to your face. He nodded as a greeting once you smiled nervously. His gaze wandered to your bare legs once more before he focused back on his task at hand.

You silently placed your laundry basket in front of the empty washing machine, crouching down while you made sure your jacket covered your behind. You had nothing on - except for your panties - underneath your jacket since you had postponed doing laundry for quite some time now and had basically nothing to wear anymore.

Your heart pounded against your rib cage while your imagination ran wild. You glanced down at the zipper of your jacket, imagining it got pulled down and revealed your tits but it was pulled up to your collarbones, showing nothing of your bare body. Your eyes wandered to your bare thighs. ‘If you spread them just a little’, you thought, pressing them harder together from the wave of desire hitting you.

You breathed shallowly, eyes shifting to your neighbour. Jaebeom was tall with wide shoulders and a slim waist. Sometimes you thought of him being a mysterious guy as he often stayed by himself and kept silent. It was rare to get a glimpse of the sweet man behind that facade. Though you wondered if there was even more to him.

Jaebeom folded a shirt and all you could think about were his fingers pushed deep inside your core. You quickly shook your head and started loading your laundry into the machine, trying everything to cleanse your thoughts again. In vain.

Once Jaebeom folded the last of his clothes he grabbed his stuff and left the laundry room with a short nod towards you.

You sighed deeply, burying your head in your hands with a soft groan. Hopefully with his absence your thoughts could become pure again. You pulled one of your earbuds out of your ear, waiting in near silence.

With one last look towards the door you pushed your jacket up and hooked your thumbs underneath the fabric of your panties, pulling them down your legs. You straightened again, threw the panties into the machine and made sure your jacket covered your butt as it did before.

You nearly screamed when you turned around and saw Jaebeom standing in the open door, staring at you with an unreadable expression. It felt as if your heart stopped beating all together while you stared back at him with wide eyes, panic written all over your face. How much did he see?

You jumped as the washing machine beeped behind you, indicating it started its cycle now. You nervously played with the zipper of your jacket.

“Pull it down”, Jaebeom said when you didn’t move. His eyes were trained on the zipper, dark with hidden desire and curiosity.

You pressed your legs together, feeling the lust crashing through your body like an avalanche. With trembling fingers you slowly pulled your zipper down. You looked at Jaebeom through your eyelashes, nervous to see his reaction. Though once you saw how he licked his lips, you became bolder.

You stopped your movement once the zipper reached just below your tits, showing enough of your cleavage and bare skin. You clasped your hands around the hem of your jacket in the front, pushing your arms forward and highlighting your breasts with that movement. “Do- Do you like it?”

Jaebeom swallowed harshly, suppressing the groan of lust from your innocent tone and large eyes looking at him as if you couldn’t be purer than this. “Very”, he rasped and stepped closer to you. Jaebeom trailed his finger along the zipper line of your jacket, brushing ever so often against your skin, which sent little sparks of fire through your body.

You looked up at him, watching how his eyes wandered along your chest with awe. You unconsciously pulled your lower lip between your teeth, sucking and biting on it. His dark eyes were already enough for you to wish for more, yet you refused to act on your desire, wanting to prolong it as much as you could.

Jaebeom reached your zipper, his eyes shortly shifting up to your face as if he asked for your permission, before he ever so slowly pulled it further down. He placed his free hand on your skin, following the course with it down to your navel. “You have no idea how often I thought about taking you”, he whispered and took a deep breath, still trying to hold himself back.

“You did?”

Jaebeom scoffed with a hint of mirth. “Yeah”, he exhaled, “every time we shared an elevator, whenever you bent down to open your post box or grab your bags, whenever you crossed your arms and pushed your tits up like that, whenever you had a pen or lollipop or salt stick between your lips. And right now when you pushed your panties down, making me think you’re not wearing clothes underneath this jacket.” Jaebeom pulled the zipper down for the last few inches and revealed his thoughts to be true.

For a split second you wanted to cover up, feeling embarrassed underneath Jaebeom’s intense gaze, but you stayed still and waited for his next move. Your chest heaved up and down from the building lust and anticipation. It hitched when Jaebeom pushed the fabric of your jacket aside and the zipper line brushed over your erect nipples.

Jaebeom’s eyes flicked up to your face before they moved back down to your chest, hands following his gaze to cup your tits. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, eliciting a moan from you. He stepped even closer to you, making you step back until you were pushed against the washing machine behind you.

Jaebeom leaned down, his breath fanning over your neck, collarbone and chest. He pinched your nipple once before he wrapped his lips around it, sucking and licking it between his teeth. At the same time he played with your other nipple, twisting and pinching it every now and then while kneading your breast. His free hand slowly slid down your body, gently tapping your skin until he reached your thigh.

Your head rolled back with a soft moan when Jaebeom’s fingertips pressed into the soft skin of your inner thigh, pushing your legs slightly apart. His fingers were so close to your core, you could feel them dance around your entrance, driving you crazy. You gasped loudly the second he pushed two fingers into you, your walls clutching around his digits upon hearing his groan.

“Shit, you’re so wet.” Jaebeom straightened again, face now right in front of yours. “Did you imagine being fucked like this? Did you imagine my fingers in your soaking cunt?” He smirked knowingly when you whimpered in response. “You imagined me fucking you senseless when you got in here, didn’t you?” His lips brushed against your jaw and down your neck where he nibbled on your sensitive spot.

“Please”, you gasped, moving your head aside to give him more access. One hand grabbed his shirt, clinging on to it for dear life with your high building rapidly. But before he gave you the chance to cum, Jaebeom pulled out of you again. You watched through hooded eyes how he licked over his fingers, cleaning them from your fluids.

“So sweet”, he groaned and his hands grabbed your hips, quickly hoisting you up on the washing machine. Almost animalistically Jaebeom pushed your legs apart, revealing your soaking core to his eyes. He licked over his lips, eyes flicking up to your face with a smirk. “You’re going to taste amazing.”

You didn’t even have the time to respond as he dove right into your core. You leaned back, holding yourself up with your arms. Everything you felt - Jaebeom’s teeth grazing your clit, his tongue pushing inside of you, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold you in place - everything drove you up the wall. The knot inside you tightened from his onslaught.

As if your body sensed Jaebeom was about to pull away, one of your hands quickly grabbed his head, finger hoisted in his dark hair while you pushed his face into your core.

Jaebeom groaned. The tip of his nose nudged against your clit while he sucked even harder, alternating it with his tongue pushing deep into you. When you came from the stimulation, Jaebeom eagerly collected your cum on his tongue, letting it pool there until he moved up to kiss you, sharing your juices with you.

You moaned into the kiss, tongue swiping over his own. A soft squeak escaped you when the washing machine underneath you bucked, showing the start of the next phase.

“You look so fucking gorgeous”, Jaebeom breathed and leaned back. He took everything in, carving that image into his mind: Legs spread open and dangling over the edge of the machine, soaked core that made his dick twitch, your body only hoisted up by your arms behind you, your tits that rose and fell with every shaky breath you took and your grey jacket, which pooled around your behind after it slid down your shoulders. “Fuck, you’re making me so hard.”

Immediately your eyes dropped down to his crotch, noticing the prominent bulge in his pants. You swallowed hungrily and shifted your position, now leaning on your hands that you placed in front of you. “Then take me”, you said huskily, voice barely loud enough to overpower the sound of the washing machine, which continuously bucked up.

Jaebeom groaned as his hands flew down to his pants, opening them and pulling them down including his boxers. His dick sprung free and stood proudly with precum leaking from its tip.

You leaned down even more, one hand reaching for Jaebeom’s shirt and pulling him closer. You brushed all your hair to one side, eyes never leaving his cock and the angry red tip. Your hand moved down to his thigh, helping you to keep your balance despite the spinning cycle of the washing machine. You licked over your lips and spit on his shaft, spreading it with your tongue. With a few slurping sounds you licked and kissed around his dick, following the prominent vein on the underside of it. As soon as you deemed his cock slick enough you opened your mouth and took him in, flattening your tongue so you could push down even more.

Jaebeom reached up and held your body, keeping you in position. This way the movement of the washing machine hit your core and rubbed your clit for a millisecond, building up your desire quickly. He closed his eyes when you started bobbing your head, moaning your name from the pleasure.

You gagged when Jaebeom suddenly thrusted up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. He pushed you off his dick then, pushing you back into your original position on the washing machine. “Sorry.”

“I didn’t mind…”

“No,” Jaebeom chuckled darkly, getting closer to you, “I’m not apologising for thrusting into you. I’m apologising for cutting it short and being impatient.” With that he pulled your bottom to the edge of the machine and pressed his dick against your core, rubbing it to spread your slick over his shaft.

“Oh”, you exhaled, throwing your head back as the tip of his cock hit your clit over and over again. “I think”, you stammered, “I think, I don’t mind that e-either.”

“Good.”

Jaebeom thrusted his dick into you without warning, nearly knocking all your air out of your lungs. He immediately started a relentless pace, perfectly aligning his thrusts with the bucks of the washing machine.

You desperately held onto the edges of the machine, losing yourself further in pleasure. Even your imagination hadn’t been this amazing. You moaned his name, nearly crying when he started circling your clit with his thumb. “Fuck”, you cried, shutting your eyes tightly, “I’m close.”

“It’s alright”, Jaebeom groaned, his pace stuttering as your walls clenched around him, “cum for me.” Jaebeom helped you through your high, fucking into you despite the increasing tightness of your cunt. Right before your body turned jelly in his arms, he came as well, shooting his load into your hole.

Still locked deep inside of you, Jaebeom wrapped his strong arms around your form and lifted you from the moving washing machine to the next one, placing you down on the steady and cool surface.

You whined softly but didn’t protest otherwise, too spent from your orgasm. Another whine escaped your lips when Jaebeom pulled out.

He dressed himself again while he stared at your leaking cunt. Without thought he pushed his cum back into your core as soon as he was dressed, leaning over your body. “Keep it inside.” Jaebeom chuckled softly, feeling how you tensed around his fingers, trying to follow his demand. “If anything dribbles down your thighs on our way to my bedroom, you won’t get to cum ever again when I fuck you.”

You whined at the thought but nodded nonetheless, feeling almost giddy at the prospect of being fucked by him again.

“That’s my girl”, Jaebeom said with a pleased expression. He pecked your lips and grabbed your jacket, starting to close it again - not without nibbling along your skin though, knowing he was already addicted to you.

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sweetestofchaos · 10 months

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Between the Sheets | L.JB

Hey, girl, ain't no mystery At least as far as I can see I wanna keep you here layin' next to me Sharin' our love between the sheets

The Isley Brothers - Between the Sheets

pairing: jay b x reader genre: married, established relationship, smut, fluff rating: 18+ warnings: oral (m receiving), consensual somnophilia word count: 1.5k summary: he isn’t ready to wakeup, but you on the other hand...

a/n: something more on the softer side and unbetaed...hope you like it!

Early morning light streamed in from the semi closed blinds. Soft shadows bounced off the many objects in the room and fell onto the bed. Two lumps were buried under a peach colored blanket that was barely on the bed. Rumbled sheets acted as a soft barrier between the cool air and the warm bodies that were fast asleep. Someone was snoring softly and a body shifted on the bed. The peach blanket fell to the floor, pushed to the very edge before gravity played its part. A pair of feet are exposed, the cold air bites at the toes and the snoring is interrupted as someone wakes from a sudden shiver.

Jaebeom fights to stay asleep, his dream just within reach if he snuggles into the warmth of…Jaebeom’s feet are cold. He rubs his feet together and tries to search for the blanket but can’t find one. He doesn’t want to open his eyes, he can just tell that it is too early to be alive. Somewhere in the apartment Nora yowls and Jaebeom sighs. Maybe it isn’t as early as he thought. Fighting with himself, Jaebeom pulls himself out of his sleeping state and rolls over onto his side. His eyes peek open and a purple bonnet with silver stars is mixed into the peach sheets. He smiles as he yawns and scouts closer to the warm body known as his wife. Jaebeom pulls her into his arms, her back against his chest and buries his nose into the bonnet. He inhales the scent of oil sheen and pink lotion, a soft fragrance that is forever a part of his wife’s hair care routine.

Jaebeom closes his eyes and lets his body relax once more. Five more minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? He got home late last night and he just feels so tired. He is snoring again. The woman in his arms shifts, her head moves away from his chest as she tries to keep her peaceful sleep. In the distance, she can hear Cake and Odd fussing and slowly starts to come out of her dreamland. The weight on her waist and the warmth at her back is tempting as she fights with herself to get out of bed. Holding her breath, she slips out of Jaebeom’s arms and sits at the edge of the bed. Her slippers wait on the floor, fluffy and yellow, kinda like Big Bird. Looking over her shoulder, she smiles at her sleeping husband and wipes the sleep from her eyes as she yawns. Standing up, she walks over to the bedroom door and opens it. Sure enough, Koon is waiting for her.

Bending down, she scoops the little Korean short haired cat into her arms and kisses the top of its head.

“Good morning, my sweet baby.” Her voice is soft, still muddled down with sleep as she makes her way to the kitchen where the other four cats are waiting. She smiles and sets Koon on the floor with the rest of his siblings and goes about getting their breakfast all set up. Placing everything on the floor, the woman smiles once more and grabs two bottles of water from the fridge. She sets them on the counter table before she goes to the bathroom to relieve herself, wash her face and brush her teeth.. She yawns before she goes into the kitchen for the bottles of water.

“See you in another hour or so,” she tells the cats as she glances at the time and sees that it’s only eight in the morning. Back in the bedroom, she places the bottles of water on the nightstand and looks at her sleeping husband. His face is soft, there’s some stubble on his chin and she can see faint bags under his eyes. She stops to think what time he came home last night and she can’t remember. She knows that it was after midnight ‘cause that’s when she went to bed. Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, she sits on the edge of the bed and pulls up the online menu of Jaebeom’s favorite place to eat. He has no idea that they have started doing delivery and she orders food for the both of them. She sets the delivery for eleven o’clock and glances over her shoulder at Jaebeom.

He’s shirtless and only wearing a pair of black boxers. The sheet is barely covering his legs and the blanket is nowhere to be seen, most likely on the floor. She can see that he has morning wood and bites her lower lip as her mouth starts to water. Her core starts to throb, she can feel herself becoming wet the longer she stares at her husband's dick. She lays on the bed and fixes the sheets so that it’s covering their lower halves correctly. She’s wearing an oversized sleep shirt that stops mid thigh with no underwear on. She hates sleeping in underwear, it feels like she’s suffocating herself.

Resting her cheek against her fist as she holds her head up, she watches Jaebeom sleep. The rise and fall of his chest is soothing enough to have her second guessing if she really wants to wake him up. Her core clenches in protest and she nibbles at her thumb, “Babe?” She calls out to Jaebeom softly, not wanting him to fully wake from his slumber. “Babe?” Reaching out she strokes her finger down the bridge of Jaebeom’s nose and traces over his lips with her fingertips. Jeabeom’s face scrunches but soon relaxes as he turns his face in her direction. “Beomie, bae?”

“Mmmm?” Jaebeom grunts and turns away to which she just smiles and continues to trace over the contours of his face.

“I want you, Beomie.”

Jaebeom nods his head and yawns, “Yeah?” His voice is husky, he isn’t awake at all.

“Can I have you baby?”

“Whatever you want,” Jaebeom answers and his wife giggles. She leans forwards and pecks his cheek softly.

“You sleep baby. Let me take care of you.”

She slips beneath the sheet and situates herself between Jeabeom’s legs, flat on her stomach with her arms bent towards her chest. Reaching out, she palms Jaebeom through his boxers and smiles when he twitches in her hand. She pulls the waistband of his boxers down and tucks it under his balls so that his dick is free, hard and dribbling precum from the tip. She licks her lips and clenches her thighs, she wants him now. Leaning up, she grabs Jaebeom’s dick in one hand and hovers her mouth over the lip. Tiny kitten licks to the tip, followed by wet kisses down the length before she licks back to the tip and wraps her lips around him.

She starts to bob her head up and down, making sure to keep the rhythm steady as possible. She doesn’t want him to wake up just yet. She wants to enjoy the weight of him in her mouth, against her tongue without the strain of having to take him into her throat. As much as she enjoys sucking Jaebeom off, she isn’t a fan of deep throating because her gag reflex is sensitive. She will never forget the time Jaebeom got a little too rough and she threw up in his lap…that was the very same night he had proposed to her.

Pushing the memory to the back of her mind, she starts to slurp and suck at the tip, drool spilling from her mouth and soaking the trimmed dark hair on Jaebeom’s pelvis. Jaebeom tastes salty and slightly sweet; it reminds her of sunflower seeds. The taste drives her wild and she starts to really get into it. Inhaling through her nose, she forces herself to take Jaebeom into her throat and when hands cradle her head, she glances up to see Jeabeom smirking down at her with glazed eyes.

“Shit baby. Fuck! C-come up for air p-petty.”

Jaebeom hisses when he falls from her mouth, his dick slobbery and wet, slaps against his stomach.

“Get up here, baby.”

Jaebeom watches through hooded eyes as his wife crawls up the bed and it takes his breath away. His body feels like it is on fire and his mind is hazy. Warm, so very warm and wet, that’s what pulled at his mind as he slept. The sudden tightness of his wife’s throat is what woke him up and he nearly came at the sight of her body in between his legs under the sheet. Now with her at his side, Jaebeom rolls over so that he is slotted between his wife’s thighs and groans. She is so warm and soft, made for him. A home within a home. Jaebeom pushes his boxers down and kicks them off before he lowers his face, closer and closer until their lips touch. He can smell the fresh mint and taste himself on her tongue. He is mixed with the toothpaste and it makes him wild.

“I fucking love you,” Jaebeom breath as he kisses the breath from her lungs. Again and again he peppers his lips to her chin, cheek, nose, forehead and back to her lips. “I love you, baby.”

She smiles and wraps a leg around his waist, “Show me?”

Jaebeom smirks and nuzzles his nose against hers, “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

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strwbrrykss · 2 years

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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Im Jae Beom (Solo / GOT7) Relationship Role Analysis based on Tarot Reading

Hello and welcome!

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

Disclaimer:

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Relationship Role

Questions:

Friend

Boyfriend

Lover

Husband

One-Night-Stand

Full Name: Im Jae Beom

Stage Name: Jay B

Group: GOT7

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Im Jae Beom

Jay B – Solo / GOT7

Spread: Relationship Role

Deck: E. A. Poe

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Friend - 6 of Wands, II The High Priestess

Jay B is likely to be the mysterious friend in the group. He keeps his thoughts to himself and will only speak when he feels like it’s needed. He’s a master observer and nothing can escape to his eagle eyes and tiger sharp instincts. Jay B is a confident and supportive friend but he won’t suffer hypocrisy or manipulation from his friends. He’s got a good nose to spot liars and cheats.

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Boyfriend - 3 of Swords, XIV Temperance

Dating is likely to be difficult for Jay B. He probably carries some heartbreak and trauma from the past and he simply resists falling in love again to avoid more harm and betrayal. He’s likely to drag the initial stage of dating to infinity, until he can be really sure about his partner being truthful and good. He’s quick to spot any disguise so it’s likely for him to go through several breakups before finding the right person.

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Lover - Ace of Wands, 4 of Swords

As a lover, Jay B is passionate and sensual. He truly enjoys intimacy and needs it to be happy. It's very important for his comfort to be on the same wavelength with his partner. Jay B is going to enjoy long slow heated makeup sessions in bed. He’s like a lion beast, indeed. He can spend the whole day and night lying among the soft cushions and indulging himself in the inferno of lust and passion. Jay B’s stamina is likely to be epic and his partner should make sure to have plenty of liquids by the bed to avoid dehydration.

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Husband - XII The Hanged Man, 8 of Wands

Marriage is likely to be one big step for Jay B. He’s likely to avoid it till high age, to be honest. We have already mentioned his trust issues and it goes without saying that becoming a husband might scare him. Jay B knows it’s a great responsibility and unless he feels it deep in his soul and heart, he will escape any avid bride trying to hunt him down.

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One-Night-Stand - 2 of Cups, 3 of Pentacles

One night stands are not likely to be a common thing for Jay B. If it happens, it’s more likely to be with his friend. At one moment the chemistry happens and he spends a hot moment with someone he knew for a long time. It’s suggested that it doesn’t ruin the friendship, maybe it can lead to an occasional reprise. Something like on and off friendship with benefits.

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flowered-mp3 · 2 years

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vermillion pt. 3 (astriction) - lim jaebeom

pairing: human prince jaebeom + vampire princess female reader

genre: fluff, angst, forbidden love (kinda?), arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, vampire, royalty, fantasy au

word count: 8.3k+

warnings: cursing, mentions of war, depictions of violence, suggestive sexual content

summary: in an effort to end centuries of war, you agree to a political marriage with the enemy. you never considered that your circumstances could allow you to indulge in matters of the heart. that is, until your intended pushes past your boundaries, tempting you with intelligent banter and salacious, midnight promises.

rating: 18+ (mdni)

author’s note: there's a convo here that is inspired by shadow and bone s1 and bridgerton s2! also hope that u guys spot the midnight promise in this part hehe (it's one of my fav scenes that i've ever written!).

[library] [got7 library] [vermillion series]

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astriction (əˈstrikshən) - the act of binding.

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Negotiations are going well, apparently, and the notion has never been more frustrating. You would normally relish smooth political agreements. In fact, you’ve been responsible for the majority of them since your father first allowed you to sit on his council.

This time, however, you are not responsible. You’re now left in the dark concerning your country’s affairs. You know next to nothing about what’s been discussed in the past couple of council meetings. There’s only so much that Suho can divulge without alerting your uncle; after all, that wretched man has eyes everywhere.

You have no one to blame but yourself for this misfortune; allowing yourself to unravel at the hands of a stubborn human prince. So you’ve had to take matters into your own hands.

And you’re anything if not resourceful.

You’ve been sneaking into the archives in the library to read up on all the reports that you’ve managed to get your hands on. At least, that was the plan, until His Royal Highness decided to poke his nose where it doesn’t belong.

The human prince is much more stubborn than you initially gave him credit for, and it’s absolutely infuriating because it seems that for the last week, his presence has become incessant. Constant. Never-ending.

Even when you’re teaching a magic class, or taking a stroll around your father’s gardens, he’s still there, just at the edge of where you can sense his aura, lingering in the corner of your eye like a buzzing insect; slightly irritating upon first sight, but gradually increasing in irritation as its appearance continues.

You attempt to ignore him but your efforts prove futile when he locks eyes with you, as always. The location doesn't matter; he always, always, seems to possess the incredibly annoying skill of finding you. Maybe it’s an accident, but you become distracted within that short second of eye contact anyway. He’s always focused and concentrated, irises dark and glaringly beautiful… It only serves to remind you of the way that he stared at you in that hallway last week.

He’s managed to make your life and responsibilities as Princess Regent decidedly more difficult than it has to be. He’s constantly in your way, stubborn and unyielding but, just the thought of his warm thumb caressing the cool, sensitive skin of your wrist makes your chest clench and your spine arch.

It’s deplorable, truly; the relentless, unforgiving pull that you have towards him.

What you wouldn’t give to escape it.

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Jaebeom is normally quite comfortable with silence. In fact, it’s preferable. For him, nothing is better than tranquil, subdued quiet, especially in combination with the outdoors and a good book.

But at this moment, silence is his absolute worst enemy.

He’s on one of the obligatory, routine, and patronizing walks with you around the palace, and you haven’t said a single word to him since the events of last week. To make matters worse, the rest of his inner circle will be arriving within the evening.

In a brief moment of distraction, his eyes trail towards the expansive window on his right, extending down the brightly lit hallway. It gives him a distant view of the human party marching towards the vampire capital, the Lim family sigil; a sun pierced by a golden arrow in a field of vermillion, strikingly contrasts the surrounding white snow. Half of him is relieved to have humans around for the first time in months, but the other half is undeniably anxious when the memories of the journey come flashing back.

It was arduous and rough at the best of times, all because of the harsh climate, cold weather conditions, and eternal night. You would never be able to tell the time of day here, and it’s a far cry from the temperate warmth of the south. While his inner circle is accustomed to less-than-ideal travelling conditions, he’s sure that the pompous, silver spoon royals from that marching party would complain about it.

Jaebeom nearly wants to pull his own hair out at the stress of it all. He has to defend his people in enemy territory and deal with maintaining a somewhat favourable relationship with his betrothed.

Unfortunately, it’s safe to say that he isn’t doing a very good job at the latter.

Jaebeom is stubborn and enduring, but for some reason, your impenetrable wordlessness chips at his restraint. Every single passing second without a word almost makes him want to scream in frustration. He doesn’t know if he wants to scream at the universe for placing him here, or his father for making him marry you, or you for your unrelenting stubbornness, or himself for being so incredibly attracted to that aspect of your personality, but he just wants to scream.

“You’re upset with me,” he grits out, desperately forcing his urges down. His tone causes you to freeze mid-walk. The muscles in your back visibly tense through the sheer mesh of your dress, and he squeezes his fists even harder at the sight.

“I am not upset,” you answer, and the feigned calmness of your expression makes his blood run hot.

“Tell me what is upsetting you,” he pushes, attempting to decipher if those are the correct words to use. After all, he’s supposed to seduce you in a sense, and he’s been doing a pretty piss poor job at it. But judging by the way that your right eye twitches, those were not the correct words to use.

He should’ve known; you do not take commands from him. Or anyone, really.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop giving me orders?” you answer, your expression starting to become familiar to him again.

He can’t help but allow the corner of his lip to quirk upwards. There we go.

Fiery. Defiant. Confidence that would be confused with arrogance if not for what he’s observed over the last couple of weeks.

“Stop trying to fix something that isn’t there. It is none of your concern,” you add before resuming your walk. His nostrils flare and his jaw tightens, but he forces it down.

“You are my concern because you are my wife-”

“I am not your wife,” you correct viciously, “We are not married.”

Jaebeom re-evaluates, realizing at the moment that reminding you of your attachment to him is a decidedly horrible idea.

“Well, something is bothering you. I apologize if my concern offended you,” he amends, hoping that the added apology will give him something; anything to put him in your good graces.

Instead, you sigh in exasperation and give him the same, monotonous answer that is so far from the truth that it makes every single polite vein in his body to disappear.

He saw you in that room, magic flaring out in spontaneous bursts as you nearly strangled a councilman to a second death. He saw you in that dimly lit hallway, exposed and bare and terrified. He saw you sneak around your own castle as if you’re the stranger, as he is not. Something is definitely amiss and if he has to poke and prod for you to give him the information that he wants, he’ll do it.

“You’re such a shit liar, you know that?”

You stop again. This time, your entire body whips around, eyes narrowing.

“I beg your pardon?” you seethe, stomping over to him with your fists clenching at your sides.

That’s it, he thinks, pleased that you gave him a genuine reaction for the first time in weeks. Anger and frustration make people slip up, and he’s convinced that you are not the exception.

“You,” he challenges with a cock of his head, purposefully asserting himself in your presence, “Are a shit. Fucking. Liar.”

Your jaw clenches at that, nostrils flaring with your brows furrowing deeper than before. If he really pays attention, he’s able to catch that little spark that you get in your eyes when you’re particularly vexed. It’s a sight that he’s accustomed to by now (whether that fact is positive or not, he has no idea.).

Then, just as his gaze drifts away from your eyes, your lips part. Surely, it’s to tell him off. To curse at him. Or, if he’s lucky, you’ll break and tell him exactly what’s been going on.

However, you surprise him by abiding by none of those predictions.

It’s as if whatever you were going to say is now caught in your throat.

It confuses him for a moment, but he catches the sight of his brother speaking to your uncle from the corner of his eye. The two of them are just down the hall; you must’ve sensed them as you explained the other evening. Youngjae is facing away from the balcony, but your uncle is facing it, staring at you both with a leering eye.

To an outside spectator, nothing about it would be amiss but it’s in the way that you step closer to him, as if to conceal yourself from your uncle’s gaze. That action is uncharacteristic to the woman that he’s come to know as of late, and the contrast has him concerned. Then, he recalls the comments that the King made at one of the previous meetings about you, and it’s starting to make some sense.

He begins to wonder if the relationships within the Styrian royal family are strained because it seems to him that there’s something that’s hidden behind closed doors. That instability could prove to be a vital striking point if his father wants to crumble the Styrian royals from the inside. However, that possibility sinks to the back of his mind when your discomfort becomes glaringly apparent, based on your stiff posture, tightened jaw, and fidgeting fingers.

Remembering his father’s words, he steps into your uncle’s line of vision, meeting your eyes as a consequence. The moment that it happens, you’re brought out of whatever trance that he initially saw.

“Your Highness?” you question, oblivious to his inner turmoil. It seems to him that you’re expecting another insult to be thrown your way but instead, he increases the pace of his steps, tugging you along the length of the hallway and away from your uncle’s invading eyes.

Unaware of his true intentions, you tease him, “What? Run out of insults to give me?”

Jaebeom doesn’t reply. Instead, he ignores your moderately confused face and presses his palm against the base of your back. His face is blank, wordlessly urging you to not look back as his pace hastens.

He wants so badly to seem unaffected, but his brain is not communicating with the rest of him. He’s affected to the degree that his mind continues to battle with his father’s words. He wants to conceal the sudden protectiveness that he has over you, but concern starts to bleed through his stoic façade. You fail to take note, however.

Or, do you?

Perhaps, he is imagining the softening eyes that contrast your icy and distant expression.

The realization, however, comes too late. Before he’s able to give any words of acknowledgement, you pull away from him, as if his touch is a trigger.

“Please take your accusations elsewhere. If you’ll excuse me,” you say over your shoulder, your cordial tone unable to tame the flames that seem to dance behind your eyes.

He should reach out. Ask for more time with you. The lingering sensation of your cool touch against his warm skin does nothing but exacerbate the compulsion. But instead, his attention is caught by a man that he never intends to speak to.

“May I have a word with you, Your Highness?” your uncle asks him, and Jaebeom slowly turns around to see King Jiho’s thin, gaunt face, eyes dim and uncomfortably calculating.

✧✧✧

You need to get away.

From the palace, from this life, consistently plagued by misfortune.

You remember the time when you could leave the walls of this city. Explore the vast, wintery lands you’ve called home for the past 200 years. To hunt. To use your magic without fear of retribution. To have your father here with you in this very garden, picking snowdrops to tuck into your hair when you’re not looking.

“My dearest,” he would say with a smile and a pinch of your cheek, “My precious gem. My smart and beautiful daughter.”

The memory of your response to him makes you chuckle, even as melancholic as you feel in the moment.

“Not really,” you had said to him, pouty and upset, “Suho says that I scare all the boys at court. They can’t even talk to me! How can I be beautiful if I scare them?”

“Your magic is power. It’s unknown, and that combination scares people. But power doesn’t make you ugly, dearest. I have magic and I’m not ugly, am I?”

Your father’s question made you ponder as a child.

“No, Father,” you answered.

“Does my power scare you?” he asked again.

“Of course not!” you replied, almost offended that he would even imply such a thing. How could his power scare you? Even as a child, you knew that your father had killed people. Humans, you gathered. Yet, his viciousness never extended to his family. Ever.

“See, dearest. Power does not make you ugly or unwanted. Power is like an amplifier. If you are good before having power, your goodness will only be amplified.”

A simplified explanation for a child, but it convinced you for a time.

But decades have passed since then, and it seems that you’re still unable to get past it; the fear of losing control; the pain of being unwanted as a result.

It’s times like these when your heart aches for his presence. What you wouldn’t give to ask for his advice, for him to guide you, one last time. What you wouldn’t give to have your father’s presence at your wedding, arranged or not. Perhaps, in a different universe, you would marry for love, and not for… Whatever you call the relationship that you have with the prince.

But what would he have told you to do in this case? Would he even be able to solve this political turmoil, the corruption that your uncle has allowed in his court? Not only does it feel like you’re surrounded by enemies, it feels as if you’re suffocating under the pressure of it all; your uncle, the court, the judgement of your own people, your impending marriage with that irritating human prince.

Your father isn’t here anymore. The one person that you could rely on, that you could trust wholeheartedly, is gone, and the loneliness builds in your chest until suddenly, you feel a stream of tears beginning to slip down your cheeks.

“I thought that I would find you here.”

You blink in surprise at Suho’s voice, jolting out of your seated position. In an effort to conceal your tears, you bring the sleeve of your coat to your face, wiping away the signs of sadness.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask softly, sitting back down when your brother joins you on the bench. You turn away, hoping to hide the quiver in your lower lip; a tell-tale sign that you’ve been crying.

“I was asking around for you. No one knows where you went and since this garden is only accessible to the three of us, I figured that this is where you would be.”

“Congratulations on solving that mystery. I’m sure that it was very difficult,” you deadpan, your sarcasm sounding more exhausted than you thought that it would.

“Hm,” he acknowledges, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in silent support, “This was always your favourite place to wallow in your sadness.”

He almost makes you laugh.

“I am not wallowing in my sadness,” you scoff at him, pulling away to slap his arm playfully, “I’m brooding.”

Suho throws his head back in a full, throaty chuckle.

“Ah. Have you also noticed that your future husband is doing the same? Walking around the palace with a poorly disguised scowl all over his face, scaring everyone out of their wits? He’s even managed to make your handmaidens trade their praise for his handsomeness to fears that he’ll wring their necks. I should’ve known that you’d be the cause of it.”

“And what was the cause, exactly?” you feign innocence, but it looks like Suho isn’t taking it.

“You know the cause,” he answers, his playful tone turning serious. Suddenly, it becomes apparent that his purpose for seeking you out isn’t for support or comfort, but to interrogate.

“Is that what you came here for?” you accuse sharply.

There’s a deafening pause before he answers, as if his mind is choosing the correct words.

“We need to discuss what happened last week.”

You blink at your brother, choosing to feign disinterest. You already know how this conversation will go.

“No, we don’t. I am well aware of what I did, and I’m suffering the consequences for it,” you say, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“The arguments. The yelling. It needs to stop. If it doesn’t, the consequences that you will suffer will be far less civilized than they are now,” Suho advises, tone curt.

You scoff at his warning, “Did Uncle send you here to scold me?”

Suho doesn’t respond, so the answer is probably a resounding yes.

“I didn’t know that you started to do his dirty work,” you jab, and Suho’s nostrils flare at that comment. However, his level-headedness remains.

“You need to be careful, Sister. You’re going to get us into a lot of trouble if your recklessness continues.”

“I am not reckless, it’s just that-”

“The human is getting under your skin, isn’t he?” Suho interrupts, and your words stop in their tracks.

Yes, you admit through your body language, unable to put it into words.

“It was a result of being careful of the humans, Brother. I can’t just… Abide by their requests, no matter how simple they might seem to be. So, I am being careful,” you respond instead, ignoring the fact that His Highness was brought up as a talking point.

You would much rather talk about your Uncle than him, at the moment, and just the idea of that makes your skin crawl.

“That isn’t what I meant,” Suho says, causing your head to perk up.

“What do you mean?”

Your brother sighs before taking a seat next to you, placing a supportive palm on your shoulder.

“You need to be careful of Uncle,”

“I am-”

“No, you’re not. Uncle is capable of cruelty, Sister. Unimaginable cruelty. You weren’t turned when Uncle was in his prime but I was. I saw what he did at the borders when the war was at its worst. I saw what he did to those that disobeyed him. He may not have the strength of a traditional warrior but he always manages to get other people to do his bidding,” he answers. His tone borders on patronizing, and it lights anger inside you.

“I know that he’s a backhanded snake, Brother. I know that.”

“Do you?,” he challenges, his patronizing tone now nearing a full scold, “Do you know the extent of his political power? What lengths vampires will go just to quench their thirst for money or power or glory?”

“He threatened Yuna! You can’t just expect me to just sit there and take it!” you raise your voice at him, and he visually flinches.

“Of course not, but-”

“But what?”

He pauses, as if contemplating his choice of words.

“We need to be strategic about this,” he finally decides to say, voice softening to the point that only you would be able to hear him. “I know that you’re smart, but we need to be strategic. Know when to pick your battles because Uncle has the power to put you away. All he needs is a small incident to fuel it.”

Your mind locks onto the consequences of the council meeting.

Diplomacy is your specialty when it concerns a party that is outside of your own family. More than good. It allows objectivity and clear thinking. You thought that keeping the humans at a distance would be the objective thing to do but now, you’re able to see that it isn’t.

Your uncle is adamant about getting you married off. Nearly to the point where he’s willing to abide by the foolish requests from the humans. You’ve known from the start that he’s wanted to get rid of you somehow, so you’ve acted in direct defiance of that. But after Suho’s words, the true path is revealing itself.

“Heed Uncle’s requests for now. Do what you can do within your power to keep us safe.”

Your eyes narrow at the way his eyes seem to plead for your compliance.

You know that your brother hates your uncle just as much as you do. In addition, he was just as against the engagement as you were. So the question is, why is he suddenly abiding by your uncle and this marriage?

“What are you up to, Brother?” you ask cautiously, looking straight into his eyes. You’re careful, but unwavering.

He laughs the question off.

“So calculating, Sister. Always trying to decipher and get the upper hand,” he teases, moving in for a hug. He wraps his arms around you, comforting and strong. Then, he whispers a promise so secure, so serious, so incredibly unlike your brother that it’s terrifying.

“You’ll find out soon enough. But know that I will protect you. Both of you. Always.”

✧✧✧

“She’s difficult, isn’t she?”

Jaebeom presses his lips together, unsure of how to respond to King Jiho’s question.

Should he play on your uncle’s side and agree? Remain neutral? Or should he oppose him and take the stance of a protective lover?

Jaebeom decides on the truth instead.

“She is unlike any woman that I’ve ever met,” he responds. Well, it’s some form of the truth, at least.

The King chuckles, “Well for starters, she’s a vampire. I cannot imagine that you’ve met very many.”

Jaebeom’s jaw clenches slightly at the latter comment, but he refrains from allowing any more of his emotional response to seep through.

“I have, actually. I fought in the wars, Your Grace,” he answers as calmly as he can, ignoring the slight jab of the King’s words. He essentially implied that he did not leave the capital to fight a war that’s been raging since his birth.

What kind of person did he take him for?

“Apologies for my presumptuous comment,” he says cautiously, “I nearly forgot that you did. After all, the years that you’ve spent on the battlefield pales in comparison to my own.”

Ah, yes. The classic vampire condescension appears once again.

It’s no wonder that you’re so apprehensive around him, and it only serves to make Jaebeom wonder how he’s been treating you. This is his first private conversation with the man, and he can already gather that his intentions are less than honourable.

This vampire king is slimy, and that fact makes Jaebeom angrier than he already is.

“Why the serious face? We will be a family soon, Jaebeom. And I'll be here to watch over your blossoming relationship with the Princess until the end.”

The King speaks in thinly veiled threats. Whether he’ll make good on those threats, Jaebeom isn’t sure. So, he airs on the side of caution and represses the scathing retort that threatens to slip from his lips. Instead, he shifts the conversation to you, hoping that the conversation will just be seen as a man attempting to learn more about his intended, and nothing else.

“I’m sure that you want to protect your niece, so I am confident in your watchful eye,” Jaebeom replies, internally scoffing. If the past week has taught him anything, it’s that you don’t need to be watched or protected, least of all by your uncle. If anything, Jaebeom is beginning to believe that you would flourish away from the restrictions of the palace, away from the scrutiny of royal life.

Just like him.

“I look forward to giving her hand to you,” King Jiho says, and the presumptuous undertone has Jaebeom’s fists clenching behind his back. The King is either ignorant or foolish to believe that you are his to give away, to use as a pawn in his scheming.

But is Jaebeom any better? He reminds himself that he’s doing the same; using you for his scheming. For his agenda.

For his father’s agenda.

The inkling of guilt that’s been developing over the past week is only intensified with the realization.

“Are you two especially close?” Jaebeom pushes a little, just to see what his response would be. The King’s eyes narrow, just slightly, before answering.

“She is my brother’s precious daughter,” he replies, and Jaebeom takes note of the way that his eyes flash with betrayal; with anger when he says precious daughter. “So of course, we are close. But, this conversation would probably be more conducive if we speak about the Princess when she is present. Perhaps, you both could join me for tea after your family arrives?”

Jaebeom immediately recognizes the invitation as another ploy for him to dig his nails into both you and himself; to grasp onto that control that he so desperately craves.

He’s a small, pathetic man, but Jaebeom nods anyway, and bows to feign respect.

“I’ll leave it to the Princess to accept that invitation,” he answers confidently.

Predictably so, the King’s brow twitches in irritation. How annoying it must be to allow you to make an autonomous decision. Now, Jaebeom understands why you possess such vitriol for him.

With that understanding, Jaebeom allows himself the luxury of giving the King a raised brow and a smug smirk. Then, he bows again. This time, he bends a full, mocking 90 degrees and walks away without another word, once again ignoring the guilt that continues to infect his mind.

And it works, for a time.

He speaks with his father an hour later, which refocuses him on his mission. He’s here to marry you. To gain access to vampire knowledge, previously inaccessible to humans since the war first began. He very well might be the first in four generations to have the opportunity to do so, and he knows that he cannot fail under any circumstances.

No matter how much the better part of his subconscious wants to.

But Jaebeom is beginning to realize that forgiveness and civility is a luxury that he will never have. Not when his mother’s mutilated body continues to haunt his dreams. Not when his father and his entire country is counting on him to end this war.

Permanently.

Yet, when he finally has a chance to sit in his chambers to write, he’s finding it harder than he anticipated.

This must be the thousandth military report that Jaebeom has written over the course of his life, but this one is slowly but surely becoming the most difficult.

His chambers are dark, save for the warm glow of the candles and the lamp in the corner of his desk. The quill in his left hand is wet with invisible ink, but the tip fails to make contact with the parchment.

Half of his report has been written, mostly concerning his own health and the structure of the vampire royals. Jaebeom details the layout of the palace in detail; from the courtyard and the gardens to the training grounds and the armoury. While his father is in Styria, such verbal conversations within the country could be dangerous. The nature of his true mission is contained to his father, Jinyoung, and himself. Youngjae doesn’t even know, and Jaebeom aims to keep it that way with these discrete, bi-weekly reports. He can’t trust anyone.

Especially, you and your face and your voice and your alluring, terrifyingly powerful magic.

Surely, his father would want the details of your power; strengths and weaknesses. He already knows that you can sense auras from approximately two meters away; he didn’t even have to try to get that piece of valuable information.

He sighs out, pressing his palms against his eyelids in exertion. He has to get into your good graces. To be a good husband. To act the part.

He must.

Jaebeom knows that you crave freedom. Autonomy. The ability to use magic without being terrified of scrutiny. He saw it with his own eyes. So, he’s going to give it to you.

At least, the idea of it.

The last subject that needs to be addressed is the vast repository of information that could be made available to him. After following you around the palace, he finally managed to get something that could prove fruitful.

The palace library.

There must have been hundreds and thousands of shelves filled to the brim with scrolls, books, and manuscripts, some of which had titles that he managed to recognize. The only difference is that those were first edition copies that date back to the times when the war had just started.

Not only were there works of literature that attracted him, but there were also pieces that detailed everything there is to know about vampire society and its vast history. Jaebeom was only able to take a brief glance, but he saw enough to understand the collection is an incredible find for their cause. It’s exactly what they’ve been looking for. The assortment could inform them of Styrian secrets that humans would never be able to get a hold of, until now.

All he needs to do is write that information down and give it to his father, but his hand fails to write them down at a normal speed.

There isn’t much time before the Alcasian’s reach the palace, so there isn’t a second to waste. But, his writing is almost lethargic; messy and unmotivated. On a surface level, he did what he had to do to get the information that he needed. But that doesn’t help the uncomfortable, nearly suffocating sensation that begins to bubble out from his chest and into his throat with each stroke of the quill. It’s almost as if he feels…

Shame?

No, he reminds himself, no.

He blinks rapidly before shaking his head to refocus.

Pressing the tip of the quill to the parchment, he continues to write, ignoring the gut-wrenching guilt that continues to fester in his mind.

✧✧✧

“Princess?”

“Mmhm?” you nod in the midst of your distraction, turning your head in the direction of the sound.

“I don’t know how to control the sparks,” a little dark-haired boy tells you, jutting his hands out with a flickering, uncontrolled flame in the centre. He pouts, and the endearing sight makes your chest swell.

Right. Your task at hand is this magic lesson to the freshly turned vampires. Freshly turned, meaning that they can handle their bloodthirsty impulses to be around the general public, but not in control of their magic to not pose some form of danger. Your father had organized a program specifically to integrate vampires turned as children, and you’ve been the head since he passed.

And unfortunately, more and more vampire children have been showing up lately. Most of them come from the border, where the fighting was the thickest and most prevalent.

“Here,” you start by placing your palms underneath his small hands, “You’re putting too much magic into your hands, and too much of it means that it’s hard to wield. Try to concentrate on it, sweetheart. It’s like squinting your eyes when you try to see anything far away.”

The little boy nods cutely, and the stray sprigs of his hair bounce with each movement of his head. It takes a second, but the wild sparks eventually calm down to a small, controlled flame in the center of his palms, flickering with warmth. The rest of the students gasp in awe, rushing towards the little boy in fascination.

However, the small flame only lasts for a couple of seconds before dissipating, the boy panting with exhaustion as his hands swing at his sides.

“That’s so hard, Princess!” he pouts, slumping onto the ground with the other children circling him.

“It’s supposed to be hard. You have to train for a long time to control it,” you explain, tone softening in an effort to not seem too imposing or strict.

“How long did it take you, Princess?” a little girl asks, blonde pigtails swinging as he turns her head in the direction of your voice.

“A long time,” you answer, pausing to demonstrate on a physical object. Your eyes dart around to spot an object; any object, before deciding on a lit column candle that rests on the candelabra across from you. With a practiced twist of your wrist, you carefully lift up the candle from the candelabra and bring it in front of your students.

“It took me a very long time to be able to lift something without flinging it across the room or crushing it,” you laugh, basking in the collective sounds of pure, childlike discovery. The mere awe in their voices nearly heals the restless, unrelenting anger that you’ve been experiencing as of late, courtesy of that damned human prince.

“What kind of magic do you have, Princess?” another child asks, peering up at you with wide eyes.

“Energy. Everything in the world has energy, living or not. So, I can move and control that energy around and manipulate objects and the space within it,” you state simply, albeit worried that the complexity of the information will go over their little heads. So, you begin to add to that explanation with simpler vocabulary. However, your mind gradually strays toward his human Highness and company, who are situated on the balcony above.

And the human Highness in question is currently venturing down the stairs to probably spark up some unwanted conversation, on your part.

You truly cannot escape him.

With an exasperated sigh, you walk over to deal with him, allowing the children to practice as planned.

“I am clearly busy, Your Highness,” you say to him, unimpressed. You would almost feel sorry for the tone that you’re taking with him, if it wasn’t for the fact that he stripped you of a responsibility that you greatly enjoyed. That, and the fact that he is the way that he is.

“Normally, a simple hello is customary when greeting someone,” he scowls, eyes sharpening in displeasure.

“I saw you three hours ago.”

He pauses to allow a small smirk to creep onto his face, manifesting into a slight quirk of his brow, “I cannot want a hello from my wife?”

You don’t bother to correct him this time around.

“I’m not entirely sure that you deserve a hello from me,” you give him a false, simpering smile instead. If you’ve learnt anything about him over the past month, it’s that he hates it when you take him down a peg. Or a couple of them, really.

“You just said it,” he responds matter-of-factly. His words almost make you physically recoil, and it seems that he’s noticed. The scowl from a couple of seconds ago is morphing into a smug smirk. Clearly, he’s pleased with the way that his wit caught you off guard.

“I believe that I’ve made it abundantly clear that I do not wish to see nor speak with you,” you sigh, much too preoccupied to entertain his teasing. You haven’t had any conversations of substance since what occurred last week, and you intend to keep it that way for as long as possible.

He should at least allow you to savour what’s left of your freedom before taking you away from your family.

So, you begin to turn away, spinning on the balls of your feet. Unfortunately, you only make it a couple of steps before you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist.

Despite the rough callouses, his touch is tender and warm; so warm…

“Your uncle has made it apparent to me that-”

You shake your head.

“My uncle,” you interrupt, yanking your wrist from his grip before glaring into those sharp eyes of his, “Can fuck off. And I recommend that you do the same.”

And with that, Jaebeom nearly recoils. You can see it. But then, his momentary surprise quickly disappears, replacing itself with the infuriatingly characteristic smirk that makes your entire body heat up.

“I believe that is the first time that I’ve ever heard you curse,” he almost smiles, stalking closer until he’s only an arm’s length away. Then, he leans in; just a bit, and his voice descends into a whisper, “Who knew that the Princess Regent would have such a filthy mouth?”

Your nostrils flare in irritation, and you’re hoping that it disguises the fluttering in the pit of your stomach after he implies that you have a filthy mouth…

“Fuck. Off,” you try to spit out the insult with a smile on your face, but you’re not entirely sure if it worked. Instead of dwelling on it though, you turn around and walk away, as if nothing riled up your temper. That was the plan at least, until you nearly ran over a pair of students in the process.

“Who’s that, Princess?” one of them asks, peeking to the side to catch a glimpse of him. They slowly waddle over to him until their brows furrow and their nose scrunches in disgust.

“Smells like a human,” they say, immediately retreating. An almost protective barrier is formed between yourself and Jaebeom, your students seemingly intent on shielding you from him.

“This is His Highness, Prince Jaebeom from the human lands. He’s my…” you trail off, trying to search for the right word to describe him. Enemy? Bane of your existence? Eternal annoyance?

“Intended. We’re getting married,” he answers for you instead, taking a single step forward before bowing to your students respectfully. Although there is a healthy distance between Jaebeom and the children, your students seem wary of his presence. That prediction of yours proves to be correct because the little boy with the fire magic leaves the protective huddle to say, “You’re not allowed to marry the Princess.”

Your jaw drops at his words. Part of you is impressed by his outspoken behaviour but the other half is mortified. If anyone else overheard, they would start to question your abilities as an educator and then your uncle will have you thrown off the project and-

“Sounds like I have some competition,” Jaebeom chuckles after laughing loudly, the bass-like sound almost echoing in the room. Then, he crouches down to ruffle the little boy’s hair, and the expression that he has on his face is…

Almost pleasant.

Almost.

Strangely, it’s enough to have you abide by whatever he wants to ask of you. So, you ask, “What is it that my uncle requested of me?”

Jaebeom’s eyes widen marginally, likely surprised by your compliance.

“The Alcasian’s are here. We are to meet them with you, at my side,” he answers, and you swallow at the way he emphasizes the last couple of words.

You, at my side.

You’re cautious, still, but you nod regardless. You need to meet the humans anyway, so why waste the chance at the protection of an escort?

Surely, this feeling is that. The need for an escort. It’s practical.

So, make your leave after waving for Corvus to supervise the children in your absence.

Jaebeom urges you away with a gentle hand on the base of your spine; it’s a habit that you’re beginning to notice from him. The familiar warmth of his palm seeps through the fabric of your dress. However, this time, you feel the sensation of his palm gliding across your lower back with a pressure that feels utterly illicit, and captures your attention with his opposite hand on your chin. With a slight crook of his knuckle, you meet the dark eyes that you’re begrudgingly accustomed to staring into.

“Just to let you know, I am not abiding by your uncle’s wishes,” he tells you softly, and your eyebrows raise in surprise and suspicion.

“It is at my command to have you on my arm when I greet my family, not King Jiho’s,” Jaebeom continues, and the tone that his voice takes is no longer playful. Not like before. He spits out your uncle’s name and title as if he possesses the same degree of venomous hate that you do. Then, he leans in for what seems to be a kiss, until he tilts his head towards your ear at the very last second.

“I want you at my side as my equal,” he whispers, and if you weren’t squeezing your fists together, you would surely gasp at his admission, “I want them to know who their future queen is.”

You’re unable to restrain the shock that you’re surely displaying all over your face. Your jaw is open, eyes wide. Realistically speaking, becoming Queen isn’t possible. Suho is next in line, not you. He might be the Crown Prince of his country, but you cannot rule his people either. You cannot live with him in Alsace; you’ll die the second you step foot in the light of the sun, out of the magic that shields Styria. However, the fact that he’s willing to give you that…

“I’m confused, I cannot be a queen, I-”

“Why are you so against the idea of it? Why do you constantly fight me? Once I marry you, I will give you the autonomy you desire. The freedom that you so desperately need. There will be peace. Isn’t that what you want?” Jaebeom asks, but freezes mid-sentence, likely realizing that it came out harsher than he intended.

“Of course, I want peace!” you nearly yell, pulling away from his touch, “But can’t you see? Marrying you will be the end of my freedom, and it’s presumptuous for you to believe that it’s something for you to give me. I’m not even able to attend council meetings anymore, courtesy of your ridiculous policies, need I remind you. I’ll be separated from my brother and my sister who need me. Once I marry you; once you attempt to control me… I cannot protect my people and my family from my uncle, and you’ll force me to-”

You cut yourself off, ashamed that you’ve revealed so much already.

“You should see your family yourself. Please give them my regards,” you finish, unable to fight any longer. You begin to walk away, but you should know better by now.

His Highness never allows you reprieve. He never allows you to simply walk away. He has to fight and argue and irritate and-

Your breath catches when you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist. But this time, there is no force. He doesn’t pull or jerk you towards him. Instead, he keeps his distance, save for the thumb that begins to rub warm, soothing circles on the inside of your wrist. Your skin suddenly feels sensitive, as if your skin is being pulled and drawn tighter with each second in his presence.

“Do you truly hold me in such low esteem?” his voice is soft, almost small, eyes seemingly on the cusp of tears.

You’re taken aback by the change in emotion, but actively choose to ignore the guilt that’s beginning to slice into you by replying, “You haven’t given me a reason to think otherwise.”

“Do you hate me that much? To the extent that you’re unwilling to give me a chance; to give us a chance?” he responds, and his usage of us makes your chest clench. He could be referring to his people; to humans as a whole, and part of you wants so desperately to believe that is true.

But your cursed mind wanders, betraying you by believing that he’s referring to your marriage. To whatever relationship that could come about from this absurd arrangement.

“I do hate you.”

A lie.

“Have you ever wanted to kill me?”

“Yes.”

Another lie.

His eyes narrow immediately, chin jutting out as it usually does when he becomes angry.

“Why is it that you continue to be a shit fucking liar?” he seethes, and you see red. You yank the hand that remains in his hand in an attempt to storm off, but his grip is too strong. Instead, he pulls you in with a force that leaves you dizzy. His eyes, concentrated and mesmerizingly dark, bore into yours with such intensity that you’re beginning to understand why your handmaidens became so afraid...

Terrified that this human prince would wring their necks.

“Look me in the eye and say that. Say that you hate me. Say that you want to kill me. Because if you actually wanted that, you would’ve done it already.”

Your body freezes at his accusation, magic beginning to slip through the cracks of your façade. Fists clenching, you try so desperately to rein it in.

“And what of you? Do you hate me? Do you want to kill me?” you challenge, barely able to get the words out without sounding shaky, “ You want revenge for the humans that we’ve killed, don’t you? I’m sure that bringing back the head of the Princess Regent would be a great fucking triumph. Oh, the sheer glory that you would bask in.”

Upon the assertion slipping from your lips, the greatsword strapped to his hip becomes glaringly apparent. He tugs, forcing you just a little bit closer. His brows furrow; out of frustration or anger or effort, you’re not sure, but the tension on his face eases as soon as it appears.

“I don’t want glory,” he breathes against you, “I just want this war to be finished.”

He sounds utterly wounded, as if pleading for his life. The desperation of his expression, the darkness of his eyes. You almost want to secede. So before you know it; before you’re even aware of how breathy and meek he’s made your voice, you say, “Your Highness, I-“

“I know that you do not want to marry me,” he pauses with a swallow, tightening his hold on your wrist, just barely, “Frankly, I do not want to marry you either. I do not take commands very well. I’m sure that you understand,” he continues, almost chuckling at his own misfortune.

“I also know that I cannot promise peace. I understand that. I apologize for antagonizing you but I am not going to apologize for those policies, because I truly believe that it's what's best for my people. I also cannot promise that I won’t continue to fight your backward and completely absurd vampire customs but I will promise you this,” his eyes soften exponentially, and the sight of it causes your breath to hitch, “I will not harm you. I will never force you to do anything. I promise that I will be a good husband to you. A good father, if you would bless me with children one day. I will remain faithful. I will not make you feel as if you have no say in this marriage. I know that my existence in your life would be but a fleeting memory but I will treat you well, and hope that those short memories in your long life will be your fondest.”

For the first time since meeting him, you’re speechless. You have nothing to say. Your mind is blank.

“I might be the biggest fool who ever lived to make grand promises to such a terrifying woman,” he smiles at you, and it’s as if heat is starting to bleed into your body, “I also won't lie and say that your magic isn't one of the most terrifying things that I've witnessed. But I am not afraid of you. I see you. So in fact, use your power all you want, I don’t care. And if that opinion makes me a fool, so be it.”

“Your Highness, I almost killed someone,” you counter, unable to believe that a human would be so unafraid when your fellow vampires are the direct opposite.

“But you didn’t,” he replies, and weirdly enough, it calms you. Perhaps, it's the way that his body language remains strong; he doesn't cower or waver from his position in front of you. His eye contact remains, inky pupils boring into your own as if he sees; truly sees, the being behind the title, the magic, and the fangs.

"You don't know me," you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to stop tears from welling up. "You don't know what I've done."

The slaughter after your turning. The inability to control your magic at the start of it all. The people that you've killed as a result.

He shakes his head, "You didn't hurt me. You could have, but you didn't. That's good enough if you ask me."

His words sink in, and suddenly, there’s nothing in the world that you can feel except for his distinct aura, warm, calm, and heart-achingly human.

“So, my only request is that you meet my family by my side, and for you to stop fighting me,” he pleads, and now, you’re starting to notice that you’ve subconsciously drifted even closer to his body during his speech.

"That's two requests, Your Highness," you joke in an attempt to seem unrattled, unsure of what to make of your turbulent emotions. You're predicting that he'll make another snide remark but instead, he remains serious.

“Please,” he adds before lifting your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the back of it. In an almost embarrassing fashion, your entire body ignites upon contact with his lips; it's as if your long-dead heart is actually beating in your chest. His plea sounds genuine, yet desperate and vulnerable. It’s unlike the prince that you first met. He’s almost...

Sincere, without the bravado of his teasing.

So much so, that you find yourself whispering a quiet yes.

And without another word, you loop your arm through his and tug him towards you. You press the side of your body against his, slotting together perfectly before walking towards the throne room, his family awaiting you both.

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