Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

maid service | jaebeom

smut, explicit

Teasing Jaebeom had to be one of your favorite pastimes. His reactions were priceless and the rewards were... orgasmic.

Alone in the apartment, you took a quick look around. Moving in together with your boyfriend was one of the best decisions you had ever made. It had taken a lot of work to convince him to abandon the dorm at long last, but getting to fall asleep and wake up in your arms every night was ultimately his undoing.

Meanwhile, given the privacy, you were finally able to fulfill a rather dirty fantasy of yours. Donning the maid outfit that had obviously been purchased from a lingerie store, you grabbed your phone and texted your boyfriend to see when he would be home.

Jaebeom answered back rather swiftly, letting you know he was still at the studio and probably wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. You pouted and sulked, snapping a quick picture of your frown and sending it to him.

I'm sorry, he replied with a few sad face emojis.

Meandering about the apartment, you made sure all was in order to pass the time. Exams were over and you were intent on enjoying the small break afforded for your hard work. College was a worthy adversary and damn it, you wanted some sexy time to push away what was left of your stress.

Plopping down on the couch, you had a mischievous thought. Gripping your phone once again, you took a perfectly angled picture of your bare thighs, the garters attached to your pantyhose on display. The maid skirt could hardly be considered a skirt since it barely covered your ass. Sending the picture, you chewed on your lip and waited.

This reply was a bit slower and that pleased you. You imagined Jaebeom sucking in a hard breath and staring at the unsolicited photo for a whole minute or two.

Behave, was all he said.

You glared at thin air and sent him back a very ominous text about handling it yourself. Tossing the phone aside, you put in your headphones, spitefully listened to anything but Got7, and cleaned the already presentable apartment.

All the while, you thought about being in bed with Jaebeom, tangled in the sheets with sweat rolling down your neck. Though he could be domineering and stubborn, the man never failed to leave you satisfied and sore. On that note, you instinctively pressed your thighs together, feeling wet heat dampening your panties.

As you faced the kitchen counter, scribbling on a grocery list, the earbuds were suddenly yanked free. You whipped around, screaming all the while, and slumped against the cabinet when you saw Jaebeom spinning the cord around his fingers.

"Jesus," you exclaimed under your breath.

"Jaebeom," your boyfriend retorted, handing you the buds and moving to the nearby wall to slip out of his shoes.

Watching him carefully, you commented, "You're home."

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Jaebeom hissed, his pupils blown wide with arousal. His gaze lingered on your chest, where your cleavage was on display in the low-cut top. My, my, my, Jaebeom thought, wanting to click his tongue in appreciation. What a view to come home to.

Doing a quick turn to give him a show, you spoke coyly, "What? This old thing? I figured I should look the part since I was cleaning the house instead of riding my boyfriend into the sunset."

Briefly, his lips twitched in a smirk, but the need to put you back in your place won instead. "I should have known you didn't mean it," Jaebeom replied calmly, discarding his jacket and draping it over the nearby chair.

His tone and voice had lowered into that dark place that had you frozen where you stood. The tension was palpable, entirely of your own doing, and you had no idea how to react. Realizing he meant your little faux threat of taking care of it yourself, you flashed him a smile and crooned, "At least I got my way."

Jaebeom lifted an eyebrow and hissed, "Yeah, got me thinking about you playing with yourself and saying my name. Now, I'm hard as a fucking rock, but you're going to help me with that."

"Am I?" you questioned, putting a hand on your hip.

Jaebeom nodded, unbuckling his belt, and hummed, "Mm-hm."

"Make me," you whispered, licking your lips.

Jaebeom cleared the distance between you in just a couple long strides, but to your surprise, didn't kiss you once you were in his arms. His grip was firm, assertive, and before you could whine at the lack of affection, you were spun around and shoved to the counter. You grappled with the granite edges, getting a strong hold, and giggled as you wiggled your ass against his hips invitingly.

A hand promptly landed on your clothed ass and you squeaked at the impact. Jaebeom shook his head with amusement at your sounds of delight.

You hummed as he pushed his cock back and forth between your folds, testing the waters as it were. Clicking his tongue when he found you wet and ready, he leaned down and whispered, "God, what goes on in that dirty mind of yours?"

"You," was your honest reply. "And all the things you do to me."

"Good girl," he hissed, lifting you slightly and angling your hips with his hands.

The first thrust was always the hardest, feeling him stretch you open, and never failed to make you moan his name. Jaebeom released a shaky breath at how you always wrapped around him so tightly. On the other hand, you never got over how small and powerless he could make you feel beneath him.

"Fuck," you gasped, reaching back to sink your nails into his flesh.

Jaebeom growled, "Watch your mouth," and promptly clamped his hand over your lips.

You giggled against his palm, but the sound quickly evolved into a muffled moan as he started smacking his hips into your ass even harder. By the speed of his pace, he had obviously set out to shut you up.

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