warningsreader dealing with body issues, jaebeom being best boy, slight nudity ( i guess ), and this is just comfort ,, for me at least lol
genre fluff, comfort
word count0.4k
inspirationn/a
synopsis jaebeom always knows the right thing(s) to say, even if he doesn’t really say it…
author’s note disclaimer! to be clear i stopped writing for kpop this september. but my main writing outlet was wattpad where i have dozens pieces written. i decided the least i could do for you guys here is post my favorites! this being one of them, enjoy and thank you for everything!
After finishing the last stroke to the word beautiful you became stuck. You gazed at yourself in your body mirror, mind wracking for more positive words to mark on your body. Your attention soon slipped to your thighs, looking more full than usual as you sat on your back legs. The words gorgeous and cute adorning them. A troubled sigh left you.
Your plan wasn’t working out right. You were hoping you’d have more confidence and more words. But you were falling short and starting to feel worse about yourself. Clicking your tongue in defeat, you reached for your marker top beside you.
Eyes catching a glimpse of a lean figure in your doorway, you jumped. Thankfully, that lean figure belonged to your boyfriend. Someone who has seen you this bare.
You giggled, blood rushing your cheeks as you started to feel bashful. Jaebeom chuckled at your smile that he recognized oh so well. “How long have you been standing there?” You questioned, connecting the top to the marker and shifting to sit fully on your carpet.
Jaebeom sighed, striding over to you. “Long enough to know you’ve been struggling with words for some reason…”
He plopped down right next to you, slipping the marker out of your hands with ease. “Why are you struggling with words?” His eyes running across the skin that had already been grazed with the marker.
You breathed out a weak laugh. “You know why…” Of course, Jaebeom knew why, he’s been there every time you needed a chest to cry into, every time you needed someone to hold your hand, every time you just needed someone to wipe your tears. He was there.
He never really knew what to say. Jaebeom just knew he hated seeing you so down about yourself and that he’d do anything to make you feel good. Anything to make you confident in yourself and your image.
“I-” Jaebeom inhaled deeply, words getting stuck in his throat.
“Here,” he popped open the marker and gingerly grabbed your wrist, turning it and then smoothly writing on your forearm.
“Jae,” You sighed, a fond smile gracing your lips when you noticed the word he was writing.
As soon as it was down, he looked up at you. A starry, hopeful look in his eyes. Obviously hoping he had done the right thing.
You nodded, your eyes not getting enough of rereading the word worthy.
Summary:This isn’t a song Jaebeom usually writes, but you love it anyway.
Word Count: 198
“Babe, can you come here to listen to my song? I want to know your opinion before I send it to a producer,” Jaebeom calls from another room, and you sigh, making your way around the kitchen table.
“Jae, you know my taste isn’t quite like yours. I don’t think I would give very good advice. For the kind of song you’re writing, I mean.” Jaebeom looks at you as you round the corner but says nothing, instead just hitting the space bar of his laptop.
There’s no sound for a while, but then you can hear a faint voice. Your voice. You scrunch up your nose. “Jae-” Jaebeom hushes you, and you sigh, sitting on the edge of his chair as you listen.
It’s just you talking, laughing, joking around. How did he even get this footage? Before you can look at him questioningly, though, the audio stops and Jaebeom is off his chair, kneeling on the floor.
He has a box in his hand. “(Y/N), the love of my life-” he has barely started his sentence and you’re already crying. You let him finish his speech, and yet, you already have an answer in your head.
Summary: You definitely weren’t expected to end up debating the ethics of lemon pie, but you aren’t going to complain if it means you get to spend time with a cute barista.
@cheriebeom Hello! I am your secret santa. Writing with bad grammar was very painful to my soul, but it was necessary to hide my identity ;) I hope you enjoy this story.
And I would like to apologise for using @aglassofpinkchampagne as a spy—I didn’t want the story to be any later than it was so as well as my anons I used her to sneak some info out of you. I know that’s not really how secret santa works but let us pretend this once :) She also made the banner for this fic.
“Good morning!” You smile at the barista who greeted you. He’s handsome, you’ll admit, with his sharp features and eyes. A grey beanie sits atop his head, pushing back his raven locks. “What can I get you?”
At his question, your eyes slide up to the menu again. “Can I get an iced matcha with whipped cream?” The barista nods, inputting your order into the system as you slide your card in the slot to pay.
“A good choice, although not one I see this early in the morning usually,” he makes small talk. Usually, you dislike it, but somehow it feels natural with him.
“Not one I would usually make either, but I’ve been really into matcha lately.” There’s no one waiting behind you so you don’t really feel bad about continuing the conversation. The bari– Jaebeom, on his nametag, nods. “Matcha is delicious, although I am more of a coffee guy.”
“Sounds like you got a fitting job then,” you joke, pleased to see a wide grin split Jaebeom’s face.
“Believe it or not, I actually hate this job,” he laughs. “Sure I like coffee, but far too many people complain about the weirdest things. Here’s your drink.” As he slides your cup towards you, you thank him.
“I understand, I work in customer service as well, although not in food service for a while. Have a good day!” He nods in acknowledgement of your words and you make your way to a quiet table in the corner.
You came to the cafe to prepare for your finals and finish up a few projects, but you find that after barely two hours you’ve found yourself daydreaming about that barista. You blame the time of the day. If you came to the cafe in the evening, you would have had too much on your mind to care about how cute the barista is.
Yes, you are brilliant at focusing on one thing at a time.
You don’t really know how long you have been staring at your PDF with glossed over eyes, but when someone stands at your table and puts a plate down, you blink for the first time in a while and your eyes burn. You look up and to your right to see Jaebeom standing by your table, apron and all.
Jaebeom smiles down at you, eyes more gentle than before. “Lost in thought?” You can only nod, surprised at the “visit”. “I brought you a plate.”
You snort, looking at the plain, white, empty plate. “Thanks, but what is it for? I didn’t order anything.”
“I know. So what would you like to eat?” Jaebeom’s smile is lopsided and adorable. “I recommend the lemon pie.”
“I hate lemon pie. It’s a fucking disgrace.” You can’t help but laugh at how defeated Jaebeom looks.
“Please tell me you at least like mint choco?” You decide to refrain from hurting his feelings by saying that you have no strong opinion on it, and instead just nod.
“But seriously,” you quickly add, “I don’t need anything.”
Jaebeom snorts, an eyebrow (pierced, your heart screams) raised. “It has been three hours since you came in, and for the past hour, you have just been staring into space.”
Your mouth opens and closes, not unlike a very confused fish. He had been keeping an eye on you? “I–” You don’t even know what to say. Jaebeom laughs again.
“Tell you what,” Jaebeom starts, “I’ll surprise you with a dessert—not lemon pie, I promise—and if you don’t like it, I’ll pay for it.”
“Sure, sounds fair!” You feel like this might turn into a bad idea, but you never know, and you’re willing to take a chance with this cutie. Plus, there’s a chance for a free dessert! Jaebeom winks and turns and leaves to grab your surprise dessert. As you wait, you can’t help but let a smile creep up on your face. It definitely isn’t the usual start to your day, but you aren’t complaining. Jaebeom is cute.
When he returns, the dessert he chose is hidden in a bowl and a spatula covering it. “Close your eyes,” Jaebeom orders and you comply. You can hear clattering and your curiosity grows. “You can look now!”
The dessert in front of you looks absolutely divine. You can’t tell if it’s apple cobbler or apple cake, but you want to dig in immediately. A fork is procured by Jaebeom and you take it gratefully. “Thanks.” You remember your manners before you dig in. It’s a good thing that you did too, since as soon as the food enters your mouth you almost cry from how heavenly it tastes and all thoughts fly out of your head.
“Apple cinnamon cheesecake,” Jaebeom announces proudly. “Judging by the look on your face, you like it.”
You swear if you were in an anime, your eyes would be huge and sparkly. “I love it,” you emphasize, beaming up at him. “How much do I owe?”
Jaebeom laughs again, and you take a mental picture of the way his eyes scrunch up. “I’m glad,and there’s no need to pay,” he hums. You open your mouth to protest, but Jaebeom winks and all protests die on your tongue. Damn, he already winked before and yet you are still swooning. “I know it’s a little heavy for the morning, but it’s easily one of our best desserts…next to the lemon pie of course.”
You let your face morph into one of disgust. “Do not utter that evil dessert’s name in front of this heavenly one.” You know you sound a little silly, but it’s worth it, seeing Jaebeom’s adorable smile stay on his face.
“What is so bad about lemon pie anyway?” He sides into the seat opposite you and you try to refrain from letting your face show how pleased you are.
“Oh, my God, don’t get me started,” you roll your eyes hard enough that they could pop out of your head. “If I want toast with lemon marmalade, I can make that quick and easy. Lemon pie is just unnecessary, and much too bitter. Lemon is fine generally, but the numpty that puts it in the pie should be jailed. What even is the point of lemon pie? Who invented it? It looks amazing but it’s totally inedible. I’d much rather munch on lemon jello with ritz crackers than eat a lemon pie.”
Jaebeom laughs out loud, throwing his head back. “That was definitely an original way of describing your hatred. I, on the other hand, like lemon pie just fine. In fact, I make amazing lemon pie. I’ll have to make you some to convince you.”
You roll your eyes again. You are always serious about your lemon pie. “Sure you do. I will have to hold you to the highest standard when I judge your pies.” You don’t really know what else to say after that, but thankfully Jaebeom seems willing to keep this conversation going. You silently thank the gods that no other customer has entered the building yet.
“So, are you studying?” Jaebeom asks, nodding towards your laptop.
“Ah, unfortunately, yes,” you sigh dramatically. “As much as I wish I could just be watching cute cat videos, my finals are coming up and I have some projects to get done.”
Jaebeom hums. “That’s really neat, though. What is your field of focus?”
“Digital design,” you sigh, looking at your laptop screen. “I like it enough, but sometimes I just get so frustrated. But I’m almost finished with my degree, and I do enjoy it most of the time, so I will just stick through and see where it takes me.”
Jaebeom hums, tilting his head. “Well, that’s admirable. Digital design is super cool, lots of creativity goes into it. What made you pursue it?”
You hum, poking at your cake. “It’s basically a combination of all that I love. Art, computers, problem solving. All of that interests me. What about you?”
Jaebeom plants his elbows on the table. “Film and photography double major. A pain in the ass, but worth it.” He smiles again, still crooked. “Looks like we’re both focusing on the arts. So you’re in your last year? I graduate next year.”
“Yeah. Almost done with school.” You agree, and then the realisation hits you. “Oh, my God. I’m almost done with school.”
Jaebeom guffaws, head thrown back and teeth looking ready to pop out. “Well, good luck on your studies,” he winks, “and enjoy that cake. I need to go back to work or else my boss will kill me.”
You barely have time to nod and smile before he’s gone, back at the counter, and you have to go back to focusing on school. But, when another two hours have passed, your plates have been emptied and cleared (by a coworker, not Jaebeom you are sad to say), it is time for you to go. You cast one quick glance to the counter, but Jaebeom isn’t there, so you pack up and head out the door.
You don’t get very far, however, when you hear the door slam behind you again and footsteps run up to you. A hand on your shoulder spins you around and you come face to face with Jaebeom. “…Hi?” you stammer out.
“Canigiveyoumynumber?” Jaebeom rushes out, but he takes a deep breath and tries again. “Can I give you my number?” You gape like a fish.
“What? I mean, sure, but what?” Your speaking ability is astonishing right now, and Jaebeom smiles sheepishly.
“Yeah, sorry, it’s a little sudden. I meant to ask you before you left but I dropped a bunch of containers. I really owe my coworker the tips today.” Jaebeom laughs bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck, and you smile at his cute antics.
“Well, then, how could I let you return empty handed?” You say, pulling out your phone. “Plus, I’ll give you a chance to change my mind on lemon pie.”
Jaebeom beams, taking the phone you offered him and inputting his number. “I promise to do my best.” A pause. “I have to get back to work.” He looks so upset that you can’t help but to giggle.
“Go, go, before your coworker decides to take part of your pay too. I promise to call you.” You wave him off, smiling as he retreats, a goofy smile still on his face. Even if his lemon pie will turn out disgusting as it always is whenever you try it, you think you will still keep talking to him.
“We live in a society that likes to segregate its citizens with labels and prejudices,” the sociology professor started, making most of the students roll their eyes. “Even here, you have all sat down according to your ‘role.’” She pointed to the left. “Prey.” She pointed to the right. “Predator.” She smiled, as the students seemed to realize their own segregation. “So, I’m going to take matters in my own hands, in this classroom.” She took out a list of students, separated as predator and prey. “Since we are a sociology class, you will get to know the person I assign you to.”
➹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.
