Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

without me | jaebeom

smut, explicit

Checking your phone for the last time, you let out a long, irritated exhale. Still no text, no call. Nothing. Being stood up sucked and you were downright ornery.

Jaebeom had been in Thailand the past week for promotions and you were beyond overjoyed that he would be home today. Alas, work came first.

Though your boyfriend promised he would come from the airport straight to your waiting arms, a short text explained that he needed to do a little recording session in the studio.

I will text you when I'm on my way, was the last thing he had sent.

Still no text. You presumed he would be at the studio for the rest of the night.

Stomping into the bathroom, you stripped out of your clothes and turned on the shower. Slipping your hand under the water to test the heat, you glanced up at the new chrome head. The old one had conked out the day before and you were forced to replace it.

When you told Jaebeom offhandedly about the new purchase over the phone, he had made the comment, "Don't use it in any other way except for how it's intended."

The memory made you smirk as a dangerous idea played in your mind. Jaebeom had a rule, one that was expected to be followed at all times - especially when he was away. You were not to touch yourself.

Jaebeom wanted to be your only source of pleasure and release, and you indulged him. It did wonders for your sex drive.

Stepping into the shower, you washed your hair and scrubbed down your body, rinsing off and mulling over whether you should break Daddy's little rule or not.

To hell with him, you finally decided. If he could work instead of come home like he promised, then why couldn't you have a little fun?

You brought the shower head between your legs, focusing on your clit and at first, you shied away from the intensity of it. Biting your lip, you hummed in the back of your throat and eased back into the heavy streams of hot water, bracing your free hand on the wall.

With a moan, you sighed, "Jaebeom."

Your mind raced with memories of Jaebeom inside you, the way his rough hands roamed your skin. How he kissed you with such fire and passion you thought the world ended where you both began.

Hips stuttering at the growing sensations on your clit, you winched your eyes closed and called his name again, "Jaebeom..."

You barely registered the curtain moving aside and someone stepping into the shower behind you. Arms wrapped around your waist and you shouted in surprise, struggling against your captor as it was your body's natural reflex.

"It's me. It's me," Jaebeom growled, his lips on your cheek.

You relaxed, palming over his forearms that had snared your waist possessively. "Holy fuck," you choked out, shaking your head at the scare and laughing at yourself for overreacting.

Jaebeom kissed your jaw tenderly and snaked his hand up your body, getting a snug grip on your throat. "Baby," he murmured, nipping at your ear.

Your anger evaporated. His voice was melodic and damn, you had missed him so much. Your body longed for him, even after seven days. You were accustomed to feeling his skin against your own every day. Being apart was like denying yourself the one thing that gave you the most sustenance.

Eyes still closed, you ran your fingers over every part of him you could touch, focusing on his burly arms that enraptured you. His kisses were loud and hungry against your jaw, but the hand on your throat was domineering.

"Baby, I know you're not trying out the new shower head without me," he said, amusement in his tone.

Your eyes flashed open. Uh oh. "You're here, aren't you?" you joked a moment later, hoping levity may defer any punishment.

Jaebeom snickered and the sound was deadly. His half-hard cock was pressed firmly against your ass and you shifted, intentionally grazing against it.

The arm around your waist slackened, his hand falling and slipping between your thighs. Your lips parted and your hips jerked back in a seeking thrust. Jaebeom brought his fingertips to your sensitive nub and stroked over it with intent.

"How close are you?" Jaebeom asked darkly, his thumb caressing over your jaw with affection.

You gulped, not wanting to answer. At this rate you didn't know if his punishment would be orgasm denial or over-stimulation.

Jaebeom palmed your sex, pushing two of his digits into your aroused pussy with ease. He pumped his fingers in and out, making sure to smack the heel of his hand against your engorged clit with each stroke.

"So wet," Jaebeom hissed, chuckling lowly at the way your hips moved with his hand. "She must be very, very close."

You finally had enough courage to speak and it was a simple plea, "Don't stop. Please, Jaebeom."

"Are you gonna come, baby?" he crooned.

You gripped his arms desperately, crying out at how mercilessly he sank his fingers back and forth in your heat. The added pressure and stimulation to your clit made your thighs shiver, and you almost lost your footing in an attempt to match his pace.

"Yes, I'm gonna..." you stammered.

"Not yet," Jaebeom told you assertively, withdrawing his hand just long enough to angle your hips.

You gaped in disbelief at the loss of his hand when you were so close to the edge, but before you could whine, the tip of his hard cock prodded into your entrance.

"Baby, I'm gonna come," you warned him, gritting your teeth. Your clit throbbed and the clenching of your walls as he penetrated you was pushing you toward release. There was no better feeling than your body stretching to accept him inside you.

Jaebeom didn't hesitate to command, "Hold it."

You focused every fiber of your being on staving off the orgasm. You swore it was on the tip of your tongue; you could almost taste it.

Jaebeom released a shaky exhale on your shoulder when he finally sheathed himself to the hilt inside your velvet walls, his cock twitching at your searing heat tightening around him. "Fuck," he groaned, reaching down to cup your sex once more.

You were frozen in place, knowing the slightest movement would break you.

Jaebeom didn't thrust his hips. Buried in your cunt, he was as still as you were. Then, he brought his fingers to your clit and rubbed with a vengeance.

"Jae..." was all you could manage.

"Come for me," he said.

Your cry of his name echoed off the tiles of the bathroom. The pressure between your legs finally overflowed and snatched all of the air out of your lungs. Shaking uncontrollably, you braced both hands on the walls of the shower and clawed for something to hold on to.

Jaebeom tightened his grip on your throat, while his free hand on your clit kept you from getting too far from his length still seated deep within you.

As you finally came down from your high, Jaebeom kissed beneath your ear and whispered, "Goddammit, I missed you too."

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