Im Jaebeom: Collection

Watch Me [M]

"How was dinner?" Jaebeom, asks as he enters your shared walk in wardrobe and leans by the doorway.

You look up from your spot on the bench - dressed in nothing but your underwear and his white shirt - and look at his reflection in the floor length mirror across from you. You spot his apologetic face while he spots your annoyed one, before you resume your task of moisturising your legs without answering him. Jaebeom knows he really fucked up big time, considering you were ignoring him instead of yelling at him. He'd rather you do the latter.

"Babe, I'm sorry," Jaebeom sighs before standing up straighter. "I didn't mean to miss this dinner, it's just-"

"What about the other five dinners you missed?" you interrupt and he winces. "You sorry about those too?"

"I had to take care of business-"

"What about taking care of your wife?" you interrupt again. "Couldn't Mark have taken care of business for you?"

"Well, yes he could've-"

"But you chose to take care of business while you sent him to take care of your wife by attending those dinners for you," you interrupt for the final time bitterly. "Did you get sick of me? Is that it? Maybe, I should've married Mark instead."

"There's no need for you to take it that far," Jaebeom says, pain evident in his voice. He looks at your reflection in the mirror, expression unreadable.

Jaebeom sighs before walking up to where you were and sits right behind you on the bench, his chest against your back and legs on either side of yours. He is thankful that you didn't push him away. He watches your reflection, watching him, as he slides his hands up your arm to rest them on your shoulders.

"I'm sorry that I have been a terrible husband to you," Jaebeom whispers by your ear before gently massaging the tension away from your shoulders, so that you can relax. "I promise to make it up to you."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," you remind him, not tearing your gaze away from his reflection on the mirror.

"I haven't broken one yet, have I?" he asks and you shake your head. "Let me take care of you."

Jaebeom moves his hands to your knees and pries your legs apart, exposing your wetness caused by his massaging. It had been so long since he had touched you and that's why your body was reacting this way. He starts lightly kissing the exposed skin on your shoulder as he starts to rub your inner thighs, from your knees to your groin and back, not quite touching where you want him to touch.

He slides his hands up again, ghosting your core and rests his hands by your hips where the hem of his shirt sits. He massages you there as he moves his lips to juncture of your neck and shoulder. Jaebeom lightly bites you there and you moan before he starts to suck and lick on the skin he's nipped. You close your eyes to relish the feeling, but you feel one of his hands leave you and grab your chin.

"Open your eyes baby," Jaebeom commands and you do, staring back at him through the mirror. "Tonight, I'm going to show you much I love you, so you'll be a good girl and watch me fuck you, won't you?"

You almost close your eyes at the shiver that runs down your spine as he says this, but stop yourself just in time. Your breathing becomes erratic, and a new wave of heat shoots straight to your core at the thought of watching him fuck you through the mirror. You find it hard to voice your answer so you nod at his question.

"I didn't hear you baby." Damn him.

"Yes."

Jaebeom finally lets go of your chin and uses both hands to take your shirt off. He then quickly tugs his shirt off too, so that you're both sitting there with his bare chest against your bare back. You watch as he runs his hands from your hips to the swell of your chest, and massages them. He cups and kneads them, pulling at your peaks now and then as he devours your neck. He licks the shell of your ear before biting on your lobe, causing you to moan out in pleasure.