#got7 Jackson smut

[dirtykpopsnaps]

Here’s the request for Jackson!

[mykoreanlove]

the smut bundle

for when you want to get freaky, empty hands are recommended

CHAN - fuck me 5 senses? // cooking up a storm piece of cake // just another day at the dorms // in character // Christopher // preggo by chan

CHANGBIN - just another day at the dorms // home workouts

MINHO - how to tame a cat // just another day at the dorms // serum

HYUNJIN - afterparty // wanna bet? // keep me up // special birthday

HAN - just another day at the dorms // brr brr

FELIX - Articulate // fighting with Felix be like // just another day at the dorms

SEUNGMIN - just another day at the dorms

CROSSOVER - deceptive bonds (hyunjin, Felix) // 🫧🫧🫧 (Minho, hyunjin) // 3+1 (3racha)

JACKSON - acts of intimacy // backseat love

JUNGKOOK - on a drug case

TAEMIN - new heights // lazy Sunday // friendship service // bite me // first dates

EUN WOO - say please?

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ LMLY ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!jackson wang x songwriter!chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: fluff/smut

♡ Summary: On the evening before one of your boyfriend's parties you confess to him that you've been doubting yourself lately and he has his heart set on easing your mind.

♡ Word Count: 1.7k-ish

♡ Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, pet names (baby) & that's about all, bbys

♡ A/N: This is my first Jackson Wang request which I'm really happy about because no one ever really requests/write for him (like, y'all, this man's a certified baddie. let's get it together). Thank you @writhingwrecked for putting this request in. I hope you get the comfort you needed from it!

People usually have one of two ideas about who your boyfriend is. They either categorize him as this dark, brooding artist who’s trapped in the spiral of an existential crisis or some frat boy who spends all of his time partying and drinking. If they took the time they’d see what a sweetheart he is, especially when it comes to you.

Seated opposite you on the couch of his penthouse—one of many he has tucked away in different countries—he keeps your feet balanced in his lap, laser focused on painting your toenails your favorite color. Nothing could possibly be cuter than Jackson is with his hair pulled back into the two tiny space buns you put them in earlier, tongue peeking out from between his lips as he applies the final touches to your nails. 

Tonight Jackson’s having one of his infamous parties, this one on a scenic beach in Thailand. It’ll be the first you’ve attended since joining his songwriting team and your first since the two of you began dating. Anyone who’s anyone will be there and you’re determined to look perfect for it. So, needless to say, you sent yourself into a panic when the nail tech canceled on you last minute.

But it was Jackson to the rescue as always, quieting your fears and insisting that you let him take care of you. That’s the Jackson you know. The one who’ll do anything to keep his girl happy. It gives you butterflies watching him be this patient and attentive with you. It makes your heart race a little faster just feeling his fingers brush your skin as he tilts your foot to inspect his handiwork. 

“That tickles!” you giggle, toes wiggling as he tries to keep you still. 

“Hey, stop that! You’re gonna mess it up” he whines, tickling the arch of your foot on purpose this time. 

You twist away from him, jumping up from the couch to go finish your makeup. There’s two hours until you need to head out for the party and the two of you are still lounging around in your towels. It’s about time you pick up the pace anyway. 

“I don’t have time for this. Some of us have to get ready.” 

Catching you by the arm, he carefully pulls you down onto his lap, peppering kisses all over your face. You resist at first but quickly give up the act, relaxing into his arms to soak up the love he so openly pours into you. “Jackson, I’ll never get dressed if you keep this up.”

Running a hand down to your thigh, he gently rubs it, taking in the beauty of your figure as he does so. “Who says I want you to get dressed?” he asks, the sexy rasp of his voice tickling your cheek. You let out an almost weightless moan at the sensation of his lips skimming your jawline. You rest your hands on his bare chest, feeling it rise and fall with each breath, lean muscles flexing beneath your touch.  “Aah, baby, we don’t, mmm, have time for this right now. If I don’t look perfect for this—” 

Jackson tilts his head up, gazing into your eyes, “Don’t say that, you always look perfect.” 

“To you because you love me but…” you sigh, shoulders dropping under the weight of self doubt, “Jackson, I have to look good so at least it seems like I’ve done something to deserve to be there with all those talented people. With you”. 

Jackson sits back on the couch, his brow scrunching at a statement he couldn’t disagree with more. “What are you talking about? You are ‘talented people’. The songs you helped me write are beautiful”. 

“What if no one else thinks so? What if the album drops and everyone hates them? What if…I’m just not good enough?”

“Baby, look at me” he begs, scooping your cheeks into his hands, “You are more than good enough. Don’t you ever question that. You’re here with me because you’re the best of the fucking best, because…”

He clears his throat, choking back the sentimental side of him that has him wanting to tear up. You see it anyway, the moisture across his irises that make them shimmer like raindrops catching sunlight. 

“I doubt myself too,” he confesses, “I fear the future, worry if what I’m doing is enough, but as long as I have an amazing woman who loves me like you do I know it must be.” 

“Why are you trying to make me cry?” you pout, sniffling back tears of your own. 

“No, it’s not that, baby. I just want you to know how special you are and that we’re in this together. You belong here.”

His lips meet yours in a quick, sweet kiss. “You belong anywhere you want to be.” The next kiss lasts longer, your lips parting to welcome his. “And I will literally fight anyone who makes you feel any different.”

You giggle but Jackson doesn’t. He’s a softie but he’s cutthroat when it comes to protecting you. 

“You’re so cute when you’re serious.”

“Hmm? Just cute?” he asks, kissing you with everything he has.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he lifts you from the couch, his tongue refusing to leave the fluffy warmth of your cheeks. You shake your head, shivering as the air from the open window blows gently against your now exposed core. “More than cute. Really, really fucking hot.” 

Jackson lays you back on the couch, spreading your legs to slip in between them. “Now who’s being the cute one?” he teases, draping one of your legs over the back of the couch. His right hand moves between the two of you, tracing all the finer details of your pussy. Your slick folds, so soft against his fingertips. Your stiffening clit, twitching as he circles it. Your dripping entrance that clenches at his presence, growing wetter the deeper he kisses you.

“Mmm, I think she wants some attention, baby” he coos, fingers pushing into you, “Can I taste her?” 

Your head falls back against the arm of the couch, eyes fluttering closed as he works his fingers deep into your core. “Yes, please” you moan, nails faintly scraping his shoulders as he ventures down your body. Pushing your towel away, he takes his time massaging your plush figure, praising your form, soothing your worries.

When his head dips between your legs, he kisses your soft inner thigh until his breath’s warming your core. Jackson’s eyes flick up to you, watching all the pretty faces you make as he teases the ridges of your walls. “Oh my god!” you cry, hips lifting from the cushion as he purses his lips around your clit, suckling at the bud with the perfect amount of pressure.

Jackson locks an arm over your waist, gripping your belly as he pins you back down. “Don’t run from me, baby. How am I gonna make you feel good if you can’t keep still?” 

You grab onto the cushion beneath you, pleading with your body to cooperate but she writhes and arches against his hold, simply refusing to listen. Your walls clamp around his fingers, threatening to push them out, but Jackson only sinks them in deeper, your wetness audible as his soaked wrist comes flush against your slit.

“Jackson…” you moan, glancing between your legs to find his face almost completely buried in your pussy. "Hmm?” he hums, staring back at you with those puppy dog eyes you always melt for. Slipping his fingers out, he drives his tongue into you, slurping your juices down, grateful to taste more of you. 

All you’ve done leading up to tonight is live in your head—stressing, worrying, doubting yourself. The pressure of it all was unbearable but gradually it lifts. With every curve of Jackson’s tongue, a sense of euphoria flows through your body, washing away anything that makes you question the woman that you are.

Jackson needs you, can’t get enough of you. Your body. Your spirit. Your mind. This is what you deserve, to lay back and be pleasured, juices flowing down his throat with not a single thing for you to worry yourself about. Nothing except the pulsing in your core, the pressure building inside of you gradually, letting you bask in each level of intensity before being pushed to another.

“Jackson, mmm, close” you moan and Jackson lets go of your belly, reaching up to hold your hand. Your stomach muscles contract at the return of his fingers. There’s more this time, you aren’t even sure how many, but they’re stretching you so wonderfully, hitting your sweet spot every single time.

“Go ahead, baby. Come for me. Let it all go” Jackson coos, dragging his tongue up your clit. 

Seeing the love in his eyes, the passion, how badly he wants to please you, sends you crashing over the edge. You hold onto his hand, fingers interlaced with his, and ride out your high, letting your body move as it wishes. Jackson keeps dipping his fingers in and out of you, tongue flicking your clit, until you’ve come back down.

“You feel better, baby?” he asks, resting his head on a thigh more comfy than any pillow.

“Mmhmm” you answer between shallow breaths, “I feel wonderful.”

Jackson smiles, leaving a wet kiss on your other thigh, “We don’t have to go tonight, you know? Not if you don’t want to.”

“Actually, I…I wanna go.”

“Oh? Really?” he asks, equal parts shocked and curious about your newfound excitement for tonight. You sit up to pet his cheek, guiding him on top of you. You feel so safe under the weight of him, comforted by the arms now caging you into your little dip in the couch. 

“You believe in me so much, Jackson.” 

“I do.” 

“So, I guess it can’t hurt for me to try to believe in myself a little.” 

Jackson kisses you on the forehead, the nose, the lips. “And never fear the future. Whatever happens, I've got your back. I’ll do anything for you, you know that?" He shifts between your legs and you feel the head of his cock brush your clit. You bring him in for another kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Ya know, I might not wanna skip the party but it’s okay if we’re a little late, isn’t it?”

“Anything” he whispers, hips rocking against you, “For you.”

[powzapboom]

Spoil | Jackson Wang (m)

PAIRING: JacksonxF!Reader

SUMMARY: Porn with little plot that's indulgent lowkey lol;

Your arrangement was simple. Two busy people who didn't have much free time, made time for eachother when they could.

Inspired by: "Dway" by Jackson Wang

WORD COUNT: 4.2k

WARNINGS: Mature language, explicit sexual content (18+), protected sex, oral (m/f), little bit of fluff(?), fingering (f), edging (f)

A/N: First time posting my writing! Feedback is always welcomed.

Jackson was relieved when he finally got out of the airport. The flight wasn't bad by any means, and he had gotten plenty of work done on his trip. But now, he could finally relax. Unwind. So, he texted you as soon as he got into the car. He would've called, but he didn't want to spook you. When you gave the okay to call, he wasted no time dialing your number. It was a short and sweet phone call, with a surface level greetings and subtle eagerness. He didn't hesitate to invite you for a visit. You accepted of course, packing your bag.

Yourr arrangement was simple. Two busy people who didn't have much free time, made time for eachother when they could.

He picked you up, like he always did, and drove you to his place. Sure, it had been some time since you last saw eachother, but you weren't unfamilar with how this work. How the two of you worked. He practically broke any ice between you with an invitation to the shower.

The water poured out of the shower head softly, mimicking the sound of rain. The glass of Jackson's walk-in shower fogged up completely from the steam of the hot water. You both preferred hot showers. Jackson could feel his body relax as the water hit his back. He reached for the body wash on a nearby shelf, purposely ignoring the loofah next to it. He squeezed plenty of the soap into his palms. Your back was toward him. He wrapped himself around you, and expertly ran his lathered hands along your body, making sure no spot went untouched. You sigh into his touch as you feel him massage your chest.

"...missed touching you..." he whispered.

You place your hands on top of his, interlacing them.

"I missed your touch..."

You both drop your hands, allowing you to face him again. You look up at him as the water continued to run. Jackson peered down at you, bringing his hands to the sides of your face. He leaned down and pecked your lips. And again. And again, until you were properly kissing. You wrap your hands around his hips, pulling him closer. He pulled away with a sigh, keeping his lips close to yours. Unceremoniously, you turned your head to side, spitting out some some water that got into your mouth. Jackson laughed. You two could've stayed in the shower all night, but that would be a waste of a perfect bed. Jackson finished his shower and stepped out, allowing his house guest some alone time in the shower. You followed close behind, shutting off the water. There was a comfortable silence between you and him for a bit, allowing you to properly get ready for bed.

You woke up first, and hungry. Remembering that you only wore a pair of panties to bed, you reached blindly into you oversized travel bag and pulled out a crop top. You make a pitstop to bathroom before making your way to the kitchen. You roll your eyes at the sight of little to no food in the pantry. Who the fuck has a luxury fridge and no milk in it? Regardless, you prep a light breakfast with what was available.

He slept in. He woke up, reaching next to him and found nothing. He huffed and got up. He stretched out as he yawned. He decided to stay in his briefs, and slipped on his house slippers as he walked to the bathroom. After brushing his teeth, he heard his phone ring. As he answered the phone, Jackson walked to the kitchen; following the sounds of activity.

Buisness calls were important. The upcoming launches for the company were important, and demanded attention. He knew that. On the other hand, so did you. Especially when you was practically naked in his kitchen. He sat and watched as you finished up prepping the table, still on the phone.

You placed the last plate of food in front of him, meeting his grin with one of your own. He patted his lap. You gently took your seat and he let out a deep breathe as you shifted to get comfortable.

"What? No I'm good. Yeah. Yeah." he mindlessly replied.

You held out the piece of toast towards his lips. He bit a corner off as he continued his conversation on the phone.

"Ok. 5 o'clock. Sounds good." He hung up.

"Good morning."

"Good morning. Sleep well?" he inquired.

You nodded. "I'm amazed that I got up at all. I don't know how you can leave the bed when your sheets are that comfortable."

"I would have a harder time if you were in them every day" He teased as he adjusted his hold on you a bit.

You scoffed as she chewed on a strawberry. He kissed the side of your face. He moved his lips lower, peppering small kisses on your jaw. He rested both hands around your waist. It was distracting to say the least.

"Jackson, I'm hungry."

"Believe me, I am too." He spoke into your neck.

"I want to eat breakfast."

"I'm right here." His hand rubbed the small of your back.

"I mean the one I made."

"What - the bread and fruit?" he remarked.

"Well I would've cooked a proper breakfast if you bought groceries." you playfully countered.

"Baby I don't cook." he said as he looked up at you. You drape your arm around his neck, while the other hand picked at the fruit in front of you.

"Yeah, but I do."

"You want to cook for me?"

"I want to eat more than bread and fruit" You successfully found another piece of strawberry, happily popping it into your mouth.

"Let's order in" You nodded in agreement as you chewed. You turn to face him after wiping your hands with a napkin.

"The usual?"

You smiled, running a hand through his bedhead. "Sounds perfect." He smiled back. He loosened his hold to grab a cube of cantaloupe.

You both relayed what you had been up to since you had seen each other last. Luckily, you were both doing well. A knock at the door stopped your conversation, signalling that you both could finally eat. You ate breakfast, enjoying some waffles and eachother's company.

"We should go shopping." He was just about done with wiping down the table.

"Money burning a hole in your pocket again?" you joked.

"Always. You down?"

"Hm, maybe I'll find something." you shrugged, knowing damn well that you always did.

You lightly smacked Jackson's hand away from her neckline. He had been playing with your chain (or rather his chain that he insisted you wear it) since their drive to the mall.

"I love when you wear my jewelry."

"I know you do."

"I should get you new jewelry soon."

"Maybe."

"Maybe you can pose in it for me..." he suggested flirtily.

"If you're a good boy, maybe I will..." you quipped.

You had been at the mall for a bit, going to your usual stops. Jackson had already made his trip to his favorite stores. You weren't at all surprised when he bought nearly all of the newest collection from each of them. Unlike Jackson, so far, you had seen anything worth buying. Running out of suggestions, Jackson led the way to the last stop.

The boutique was breathtaking. Decorated in soft coral and creme color decor. Elegant light fixtures hung from the ceiling, making the room very bright but not blinding. The smell of fresh floral bouquets hit her nose as they entered. The clothes they sold looked so delicate on the velvet mannequins placed in various parts of the store. Much of merchandise was intricately detailed slips, sets, and other forms of lingerie. They were greeted in by the warm smile of an older woman fixing a display.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Hi I called earlier. Jackson Wang."

"Of course Mr. Wang. Right this way." The older woman turned and led them toward the dressing rooms. They followed.

You had to admit, you were a little surprised. "When did you call?"

"While you were getting ready." he said, mildly proud of himself.

"So you had a plan, huh?"

"Still do."

You had gone shopping together before. Hell, you had been to a lingerie boutique together more than once. And yet, this was the prettiest one that he had taken you to.

The dressing room area was gorgeous as the rest of the store. The worker instructed them to wait on the plush sectional, and assured them that she would be back in a second. So you sat there, taking in the room. Your eyes wandered to a highcut teddy hanging on the wall, made of a see through material.

Jackson's eyes wander to where you're staring. "You should try that on."

You turned to him, seeing a mischievous glint in his eyes. He opened and took a sip from a complimentary water bottle on the table.

"I don't have the right panties on for that."

"Well, I'll buy you the right kind then. I'm sure they have it." he said with a twinge of eagerness.

"We'll see." You take the bottle, taking a quick sip.

The worker comes back shortly after, still as nice as she was when you walked. "Sorry for the wait."

You both reassure her that it was no problem as two more employees stepped into the space. They each held a stack of sleek black boxes. The woman grabbed one of the boxes, and lifted the cover. You stand up from your seat on the sectional to get a closer look. You almost gasped. It was the prettiest baby doll you had ever seen. From the floral lace that was stitched to be the bra of the garment, to the sheer fabric that made up the rest of the piece. You were hesitant to touch it, in fear that you would ruin it.

"Wow."

"Would you like to try it on?" the older woman politely asked.

"What? Oh no that's okay." you blushed. You can feel your face warming at the suggestion. There was no way you were going to be practically naked in public, no matter how welcoming the workers were.

The worker nodded in understanding. "If you would like, we could show you other pieces from the new collection. Ones that are less revealing..."

You almost let out a sigh of relief. "Yes please."

The next box that was opened put you at ease, but not by much. Your eyes widened at the beauty of the robe in the box. This was definitely more your speed.

"This is beautiful."

The worker hummed in agreement. "This is my personal favorite of the new pieces. It comes in three different colors, including this one." She motioned for the other employees to find the other two colorways. They were all so pretty, how were you going to choose?

Jackson stood up and slipped a hand to the small of your back. He leaned in, close to your ear. "Which one do you want baby?"

You thought about it for a second. "Hmm...I like that one."

He nodded and averted his gaze to the polite worker. "Can I get this bagged up please?"

You made it back from shopping with plenty of time to kill. The rest of the afternoon was spend lounging around, and getting ready for dinner later on that night. It wasn't difficult for you and Jackson to agree on where to eat. In fact, much of why you got along well was because of your love of food. Normally, you would settle for some take out from a variety of different places. But tonight, Jackson wanted to treat you since it had been a while. He kept the location a secret, only telling you to dress nice.

"Table for two. Should be under Wang."

The hostess nodded, quickly combing over the reservation list. "Ah yes. Right this way."

You were led quickly away from the hustle and bustle of the front end of the restaurant, to a more secluded section. Jackson made sure to pull your chair out so you sat down first. You both took your time studying the menu.

"Wow this is nice...you take all your dates here?" you teased.

"I've actually never been here. I've been meaning to go at the perfect moment...or maybe with the perfect person."

You looked up from your menu, seeing him staring you. He was smiling softly.

"What?" you blushed.

"You look gorgeous" he said sincerely.

"Thank you. You do too"

Just then, the waiter appeared. "Good evening folks. Are we ready to order?"

You ordered crab cakes and a pineapple margarita. Jackson ordered steak with roasted vegetables to go with his red wine.

"So...what's the plan after this?" You were sipping the last of your drink.

"After?" he quirked an eyebrow.

"Yeah I mean...a good dinner calls for good dessert, right?"

"It definitely does..." he grabbed the dessert menu, flicking his gaze between her and the options.

The waiter appeared just in time. "Did you folks enjoy your meal?"

"Yes we did." He answered, closing the menu.

You nodded in agreement.

"Are we ordering anything else?"

Jackson replied for the both of you. "Could we get two orders of the chocolate lava cake to-go, and the bill please?" The waiter left without another word.

"To-go huh?" you teased.

"What can I say? I want to enjoy my dessert at home." He teased back.

You made it back to his place in a flash. You were sure his driver knew to make it a quick trip from the restaurant. Especially with the way Jackson quickly dismissed him for the night before you even closed the car door. You pulled away from him, only to be tugged back.

"Where are you going? Stay here." He captured your lips again, making your head spin. You almost forgot why you pulled away in the first place.

"I'll only be a second." You remarked as you made your way to the bedroom. He scoffed, only pretending to be annoyed. He took a seat at the dining table, reaching into the to-go bag for one of the desserts.

You softly closed the bedroom door. You took off your heels, ready to be rid of them. You let out a breath and reached for the closet door. You grabbed the two hangers that you had aside earlier. You pulled out the robe you picked out first. You took note of how soft the material was under your fingertips. The vibrant color of the robe and how the material shined even in minimal lighting. You threw the piece of clothing on the bed behind you and reached for the second hanger. Jackson had said on several occasions that he loved buying lingerie for you. That he would buy you anything and everything, if it meant that he got to see you in it. If he got to rip it off you. He was so eager about this set earlier. And you could see why. It stood out from the rest, even when you took it out of the bag earlier. It was beautiful. You quickly changed out of your dinner outfit and into the sexier outfit of choice.

You looked yourself over in the bedroom mirror one last time, deciding between closing the robe or keeping it open. You tied the robe into a simple knot. He should work for it a little bit. You fixed your hair, and opened the door.

The lights were dimly lit. Music played lowly on the stereo. He sat there, zeroing in on you. You sauntered over to him, shivering slightly from how cold the floor was.

"Well don't you look pretty" his fingers graze the skin of your exposed thigh.

"Thank you. You like it?"

He nodded and took another spoonful of the cake. He brought the spoon to your lips.

"Open."

You obliged and took the bite. You moaned at how sweet the cake is.

"Damn that's good." you both laugh at your sudden bluntness. He then drops the fork on the table as your giggles die down. You smile at him, noticing the remnents of whip cream on his face.

"You've got some cream on your face."

"Get it for me." He quickly challenged.

You gently placed your hands on the sides of his face. You leaned in, licking the whipped cream off the corner of his mouth.

You kiss the same area, making your way to his lips. He tasted sweet and addicting. He continued to kiss you as he stood up. She pouted as he pulled away. He smiled as he heard you yelp when he suddenly lifted you up. You wrapped yourself around his waist clumsily.

"Warn me next time." You muttered.

He laughed as he pecked your lips. He walked you back into the bedroom. He placed you gently at the foot of the bed. His hands landed on your covered waist.

"Like a present..." he muttered. He undid the simple knot on the robe. He motioned wordlessly for you to shrug off the material, and you did so. His eyes narrowed in on how the outfit fit on you. He knew his hunch was correct. He knew you would look amazing in it. The way the color complimented your skin. The way that it left nothing to the imagination and then simultaneously made him more curious. Especially the underwear that the set came with. He licked his bottom lip and started to undo his pants. You helped him out of his clothes. He stood there, naked from the waist down. He was sure he looked ridiculous. But he didn't care. Not when you were waiting.

"Stick your tongue out." He ordered sternly. You looked up at him and did what you were told. He took hold of his hardened dick, lightly smacked the tip of it on the surface of your tongue. You took control, gently wrapping your lips around it. He muttered to himself about how eager you were. The light suction you started was too much of a tease for him.

"Can I fuck your mouth pretty girl?"

You hummed in response. To reassure him that it was okay you took more into your mouth. He groaned and began to rock his hips. Neither of you had any objections with starting at a slow, unbearable pace. After all, you were staying for the weekend; you had plenty of time for moments like this.

Between the way you hallowed her cheeks, and the noises that were bouncing off the walls, he had to shut his eyes and enjoy the moment. He didn't want you to stop. If anything, he wanted to cum on your pretty face. And down your throat. Maybe all over you if you'd let him. His mind flashed to one night you had spent together in a similar situation. Your eyes glassy. Your lips bright red and puffy. Hair wet and crumbled under his grip. And your mouth wide open, ready for him. Fuck sometimes it was like you weren't real. His own personal star. He was brought back to reality when he heard you gag. He opened his eyes suddenly and looked down at you again. Your eye makeup slightly smearing, the shine from your lip gloss faint.

"Wait..." he gasped. She halted her movement. He reluctantantly pulled out, sighing as he felt the light touch of her teeth. He held his erection in his hands and began to rub himself. He wasn't ready to cum by any means, but he loved the stimulation.

His voice was noteiceably more raspy as he ordered you to lay down on the bed. You quickly laid down on the luxurious comforter and crossed your legs. He pulled his sweater over his head and tossing it behind him. He followed close behind, finding a comfortable spot infront of your manicured toes. You sat up on your elbows, smiling mischievously at him. He smiled back at you, knowingly. You knew what he wanted. You had a little peek at it earlier. You teasingly uncrossed your legs and bent your knees upward. You almost wanted to laugh at the expression on his face. The pure shock. He was scolding himself. Why didn't he buy you crotchless panties before? He inched in closer, bringing one of his hands to the sight in front of him.

"So wet from just sucking me off." He teased the entrance, lubing up his fingers with your arousal. He switched between rubbing your clit and plunging his fingers into you. This went on until he was using both hands. Until he had you squirming under his touch. You closed your eyes, worried that if you kept your gaze on him that she would fall apart. Everything felt so good. Too good. You were whining softly, your stomach was starting to contract.

"Jackson...jackso-"

"Don't worry beautiful, I remember." His hands retreated from your pussy to rest on your inner thighs. You let out a deep breath. You couldn't see it, but he watched as you inhaled and exhaled. The ache in your center was taunting. Reminding that your best orgasms came from when you edged, and that it was better for you to wait. He came back up to kiss you sloppily. As if from muscle memory you found his hair to anchor you. He moaned at how tight you held onto him. He nipped at your bottom lip, licking over the area. He firmly held the sides of your thighs.

"You're so sexy," he said in a low tone. He kissed his way down youru body in certain areas. Your neck. Your sternum. Your hips. Until he was finally facing your pussy. He wasted no time as he inserted his tongue into it. You gasped as you felt him work his way in and out of you hole to your clit. You began to feel yourself grow weak as he solely focused on your most sensitive spot. He continued his actions until you were practically lifting yourself off the bed as you came. Sighs and broken calls of his name leave you as you let go. Your actions only encourage Jackson, taking it upon himself to continue his actions. He laughs lightly as you pushed his face away, having grown too sensitive from the stimulation.

He kissed the sides of your hips, finally giving you some space. He bends over to the night stand behind you, opening the drawer and finding his stash of condoms. He closed the drawer gently. As he ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth, he found you looking up at him, tossing aside the now ruined lingerie.

"Let me know when you're ready okay?" He threw the condom wrapper on the nightstand. Reluctantly, he looks away from to focus on the task at hand. He hissed as he rolled the condom onto his erection, pinching the top and stretching it out a bit.

You alert that you are as you move up the bed to sit up against the headboard.

"You might have to take over and do all the work though. I think you made me cum too hard."

"Don't give up on me now. I'm not done fucking you yet." he grinned as he sat down in front of you.

"I'm not done fucking you yet." she grinned back. He ran a few fingers on the side of your thigh, liking the goosebumps that formed under his touch.

"Switch seats with me."

You nodded and slowly moved away from the spot. Once Jackson got settled, he motioned for you to sit on his lap. You settled on his lap, making it so that your knees rested on the mattress. He pushed his knees slightly upward and held up himself, guiding his cock perfectly under you. You wrapped your hands around his neck and faced him. You looked at eachother with eagerness and lust. No longer wanting to waste time you sank down, still keeping eye contact with him. You whined as his tip barely entered you, almost losing your balance.

"You okay?" he asked concerned. You shook head.

"Can't think straight. Take over baby."

He nodded, grabbing your hip with his free hand. You closed your eyes again, gasping at the stretch you were feeling. He was always so big every time he fucked you. You panted as he took over.

"I just need alittle bit..."

You found yourself whining more as he continued to slowly enter you.

"...little bit more beautiful..." he gave you a few encouraging kisses on your chest.

You whispered ok more to yourself than him, attempting to encourage yourself to be patient. You cursed when you finally felt his thighs under you.

"There..." he bit his lip and began to rock into her. Your little whines brought his attention back to your face. Eyes shut and chest heaving. Your body shiny from sweat. You were a goddess. He lovingly brought his hands to rest on your ass. He kept his hands there, encouraging you to move faster.

"I'm gonna...fuck I'm gonna cum..." you mindlessly admitted.

"Get after it then." he started thrusting faster into her, causing to her gasp.

He placed his hand on the back of your neck. He latched his mouth onto your nipple. You moaned at his actions. It was unbearable now. You had to cum. You removed a hand from his neck and snaked it down to where your bodies met. You immediately found your aching clit and rubbed haphazardly. You became breathless, gasping as she finally let go. He detached his mouth and gasped at how hard you clung onto his dick. He wasn't far behind, choosing to thrust into you sloppily until he finally felt it. He groaned as he came, shutting his eyes in pleasure.

"So good for me...so good..." he muttered into her shoulder.

You sat there for a while, practically glued together by sweat. You both were attempting to regulate your breath as Jackson stayed inside of you.

"Fuck."

You sighed. "I know. Dibs on the last lava cake."

"Go ahead baby. I'm tired." he sighed, leaning back into the headboard.

"Awe." you pushed back some of the hair off his forehead and kissed the area. On one hand, you wanted that cake. But you were also exhausted like he was. You climbed off of him and settled into the sheets, needing a moment.

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🎃 Trick or Treat, a short story 🎃

jackson wang x male reader

cw: top jackson, anonymous sex, unprotected sex, cruising, cum eating.

an: suddenly an scenario popped in my mind so here's this short story. i'm still taking some time to recover some braincells but if i can think of something i would write it right away and post it.

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halloween it's y/n's favorite festivity because he can go looking for a trick or treat, the thing is he doesn't look for candies he looks for cocks. going to a halloween party in the forest near lord seonghwa's castle, he eyed a guy with a sexy costume of a clown. the clown notices that y/n is looking at him and grabs his bulge and silently walks towards the dark part of the forest with y/n following his steps. "this is a well known cruising spot you know" says the clown grabbing y/n's ass and they both started kissing. they were fucking rough like animals in heat, thankfully the squelching sounds and moaning were being camouflaged with the loud music "here, take this trick" said jackson jerking off and cumming on y/n's face "so fucking delicious" moaned y/n licking and sucking the remaining cum drops off of jackson's cock's tip.

another successful halloween for the slutty y/n in his search for cocks and cum.

[winter-dayz]

Think of me?

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader Brother's Best Friend Genre: Fluff; Smut (if you squint) Words: 1673 Warnings: strong language; sexual content (male masturbation)

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‘It’s gonna be fine. The worst that could happen is that he won’t notice me. Again. And I’ll just remain his best friend’s little sister forever.’

Totally fine.

You shook your head—putting any other self-deprecating thoughts away in a tiny, sealed box in your brain to be dealt with at your next therapy session—and entered.

Each year, your family hosted a Christmas party. It used to be small, contained to the immediate family. But then your brother and you got a little older, begged your parents to let you invite your friends. They allowed it, and invited some of their own friends too. Then other guests wanted to bring their families—parents of your friends and children of your parents’ friends started showing. Soon enough, it became a proper holiday celebration and couldn’t be held at your family home anymore. All of the adults started chipping in to rent space and have it catered. It became a celebration and reunion of sorts from then on.

You made your way through the decent-sized crowd, greeting friends and family as you went, until you found your own parents and brother standing around chatting.

“Hi honey!” Your mom cheered, greeting you with a kiss to your cheek.

“Hi mom,” you smiled and glanced around, “The decorations look really nice this year. I like the red and gold theme.”

She beamed at the praise, motioning to your father, “Your dad picked out the main tree, and some of the others donated the smaller ones. We were going for something homier and warmer this year. People felt that the ‘White Christmas’ last year with all the white and silver was a little too sterile.”

You hummed, “Maybe if you do that theme again throw in gold? Like the song Silver and Gold… Or a nice royal blue if you want it to lean more–”

“Jackson!” Your brother shouted, interrupting your train of thought. Your head whipped around, following his line of sight.

Jackson, your brother’s lifelong best friend, was strolling over to your group. Soft, close-lipped smile on, eyes shining with happiness. He was dressed well, as usual, and had a Santa hat perched on bleach-blonde hair.

It was a different look than you had seen on him last, but you couldn’t deny you were really enjoying it.

‘You’ve got to get yourself together.’ You admonished yourself, tearing your eyes away and trying not to drool over your childhood crush.

Just the thought of him so close once again, though, had your eyes being pulled to him. As you caught another glance of him, you managed to catch his own eyes traveling the length of you.

‘I’m imagining things, right? Surely he didn’t just check me out? Right!?’

“Honey,” Your mom pulled you out of your thoughts, “can you bring yours?”

You hummed, wide-eyed as you refocused on the conversation around you. “What was that?”

“Your air mattress. Can you bring it for Jackson?”

“Why would I do that?”

Your brother looked at you with furrowed brows and said like it was obvious, “So he doesn’t have to sleep on the couch in the basement.”

“I didn’t realize you were coming to the cabin with us for Christmas?” You finally let your eyes flit back to Jackson. He was holding back a smirk in your direction already.

“Yeah, my parents are spending the holidays on a cruise. Didn’t really want to spend Christmas alone so your family is letting me stay with you.”

You felt your entire being tense. You weren’t trying to be defensive, even though you’re sure that’s how it comes off, but all that was running through your brain was getting through the holiday with the big fat crush you still had on your brother’s best friend.

“If you don’t want me to borrow your air mattress, it’s fine. The couch in the basement isn’t that bad.”

“No, no… It’s fine. I have to go back to my apartment and grab my bags after this anyway. I can bring it.”

Jackson’s subtle smirk split into a gentle smile, “I appreciate it.” He lowered his voice to a whisper and leaned a bit closer to you, “Between us, that couch is actually really awful. We should use it as kindling.” A bubble burst out of you, and Jackson’s small grin grew, brightening his face and causing his eyes to squint. “There’s that gorgeous smile.” You swore you heard him add on under his breath while you laughed.

🎄

“Hey loser,” your brother tossed a set of sheets onto you as you lounged on the sofa, watching a Christmas movie in the den. “Mom said to take those to Jackson downstairs.”

“And why can’t you do it?”

“I’m going to bed. You’re still up.”

You rolled your eyes as your brother headed towards where the upstairs loft was. You gathered up the sheets and made sure to grab an extra fleece throw, knowing how chilly the cabin basement could get in winter—regardless of how much work your dad put in to finish it and make it a nice guest suite.

Before you bounded down the creaky, wooden stairs, you called down softly, “Jacks?” You waited a moment, cold seeping in through your fuzzy socks, before heading down when you thought you heard him call your name back. “Hey, I brought you some sheets and a blanket since it can get… cold down… here…” You trailed off at the sight before you.

Jackson hadn’t been calling your name as an okay to come downstairs. No, instead, he was too busy moaning your name. His hand was wrapped around his cock, angry red and desperately weeping. Head thrown against the back of the couch, back arched as he bucked into his hand, and legs spread wide with his jeans unbuttoned and just barely pulled down to free himself.

‘He’s jerking himself off. To me? To me!? I shouldn’t be watching this. I shouldn’t be here.’ Your brain was malfunctioning. You knew you should just turn around, march back up those stairs, and come back down in a while with the blankets and sheets. But instead, your gaze darkened on the way he bit his lip to try to smother the louder groans, yet your name and swears still slipped through. Your eyes fluttered as you tracked a bead of sweat streak down his face. Your own mouth fell open, and you groaned at the way his hand flexed and gripped the couch, as if he could barely hold himself back.

Jackson froze, whipping around to find you standing there watching. He let out a sound, somewhere between a yelp and a whine. Embarrassment at having been caught colored his cheeks, neck, and ears.

You could feel that your grip on the sheets was white-knuckled and knew that your thighs were pressed together to release some of the pressure, but you simply cleared your throat and finally averted your eyes.

“I… Um, I br– brought the sheets for the air mattress.” You managed.

Jackson stared wide-eyed and panicked. He rushed to tuck himself away, fixing his hair and standing to take the sheets from you.

As he turned away to toss them onto the couch, he whispered into the awkward air, “I’m so sorry… You weren’t supposed to know… I’m just really sorry.”

“Know?” You flinched in confusion. ‘I’m not supposed to know what? That you masturbate to the thought of me?’ For once, you voiced your thoughts smoothly.

“Um, yeah…” Jackson looked ashamed.

“How… How long?”

His eyes darted to yours and quickly looked away, “Remember the Christmas party after you turned twenty-one?”

It was your turn to feel embarrassment wash over you. Of course you remembered that party. You had enjoyed one too many of your aunt’s famous Ho Ho Hot Cocoa… It was hot chocolate with more chocolate liqueur and peppermint schnapps than actual chocolate and milk.

You ended up nearly black out drunk, with only fuzzy memories of dancing with cousins and flirting with some friends of friends of friends. In fact, you were pretty sure you kissed someone…

“Oh my god!” Jackson rubbed a hand over his face, as you came to the same conclusion. “I kissed you!”

“Yeah… I’m sorry…”

That felt like a slap in the face. “What why? I’m the one who kissed you and then watched you… you know… without your permission. If anything, I’m sorry.”

“Because I enjoyed it…” Jackson hesitated, “I enjoyed both things if I’m honest.”

“Oh…” You breathed, mind blanking. “If… you liked me, why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Your brother told me you’d never like me like that. ‘I’m like a big brother to you,’ were his exact words I think.”

“That fucking idiot!” You screeched, “I’m gonna kill him! I’ve had a crush on you since we were fucking kids, Jacks!”

“You– You… Really?”

“Yeah!”

Jackson burst into laughter, pulling you into his arms. He was a bit clammy, his cologne a bit tainted with the smell of his sweat, and yet, you really didn’t mind.

“Y/N…” He eventually whispered into the crown of your head, “I want you.”

“Oh?” You whispered back into his chest, desire coursing through you.

He pulled back quickly, “Not like that! I mean… Yes, like that too… But– Fuck, I’m fucking this up… I want to be with you. I want to take you on dates and kiss you and cuddle the shit out of you all the time. I want to show you off and come home to the same apartment—at least someday—and then pamper you and fall asleep in each other’s arms.”

You breathed out slowly, “I didn’t know you thought about stuff like that.”

“I never did before you.”

“Well damn, Jackson… What am I supposed to say to all that?” you giggled, wrapping your arms tighter around his waist.

“Say you’ll go out with me.”

“Okay,” you smiled, “on one little condition…” He hummed, and you pressed a kiss to his jawline. ��Keep thinking of me like that.”

“I can do that forever, baby.”

[jinxhallows]

ɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ | ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴡᴀɴɢ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

☾ -- ɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ

ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴡᴀɴɢ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ, 𝟷𝟾+, ᴀʟᴄᴏ��ᴏʟ ᴜsᴇ, ғᴏᴏᴅᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴇsᴛᴀʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ

ᴡᴄ: 𝟸.𝟹ᴋ

So I wrote this originally in a discord brainrot with @gdragonsideburns (who ALSO WRITES INCREDIBLE SHIT) because although I am a smooth 30, I'm currently driving this song into an early grave and it made me think of Jackson Wang in the jungle? Do Jackson Wang fics even exist on here? Well, here's one.

"Dearest old man, on this most joyous occasion of your birthday, I bring forth a small token of my affection."  

You call out teasingly in an over the top accent, and carefully place the delicate porcelain plate onto the table, adorned with a magnificent gourmet cupcake, a tropical wonder, complete with a sparkler glowing brightly at its center. The chocolate syrup on top of the plate spells out a heartfelt message from the resort staff,  

"Happy 29th Birthday, Jackson Wang from China." 

His face lights up with an infectious grin as he reads the message out loud.  

"Ah, that's definitely me," he exclaims, reaching out to blow the sparkler out like a candle. But to his surprise, it doesn't extinguish. He shakes it slightly and turns to you. 

"It burns for twenty-nine seconds, because that's how old you are," you quip with a mischievous glint in your eye. 

He looks at you in wonderment, his brows furrowing in confusion. "How do they get it to last exactly twenty-nine seconds?" he asks, genuinely curious. 

You chuckle, knowing he's fallen for your playful trick. "They don't," you say, picking up the remaining sparkler and pushing the plate towards him. "You just believe anything I tell you." 

He rolls his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Now that's a lie. I don't believe 99.9% of what comes out of that pretty mouth of yours." With a cheeky grin, he dips his finger into the icing and taps your nose, before bringing it to his lips to savor the delicious taste. 

“Thanks for thinking of me, baby.” he murmurs in a gentle tone, his eyes fixated on the delectable dessert before him. 

The soothing sound of the rain pouring down through the dense Amazonian trees provides a tranquil ambiance. The floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the lush rainforest, with mist creeping up from the warm forest floor. You observe him as he peels off the cupcake paper, sinking his teeth into its side. The coconut shavings crumble onto his exposed tattooed torso. He brushes the crumbs off his skin, just below his navel, where his gray sweatpants meet his briefs, emitting a soft rustling sound. Tilting his head to the side, he takes another bite, letting out a satisfied "mm" at the delectable taste. 

He glances over at you, oblivious to how enraptured you had become with his reaction. "Wanna try?" he offers, extending the cupcake towards you. However, you wave your hand, declining the tropical delight. 

"I hate coconut flavored stuff," you make a face in distaste. 

"Really? Since when? Why didn't I know that?" he queries, taking another bite and shaking his head to brush away the strands of chestnut brown hair from his face. 

“Because thankfully, you’ve never fucked up royally enough to get me coconut flavored anything; and I love you all the more for it.” As you rise from your seat, you feel the cool, marble floor beneath the balls of your feet, and make your way over to the Bluetooth speaker. The room is sparsely furnished, and the sound of mellow Afrobeat mixed with R&B piano and the soothing notes of steel pans fills the air. 

Suddenly, you feel something cold and flat pressed against your lower back, just above the curve of your hips. You look up at his reflection in the mirror, both of your gazes locking before your eyes fall to the bottle of patron silver he was conveniently using you as a table for; oh but Jackson’s a gentleman, he’s got himself pressed up against your ass, and your ample thighs; he’s keeping you nice and steady while he expertly pours a shot, which he sets down with a satisfying "clink" on the nearby table. 

Jackson's second attempt at pouring is a bit messier, causing droplets of the cool liquid to splash against your warm skin, and you slightly jump at the feeling.  It was the way the bottom half of your cheeks jiggled from underneath your shorts, however, that earned you a firm grasp and smack as he throws his shot back, relishing in the sight of your body responding to his touch. With a mischievous grin, he leans down to lap up the stray droplets from your lower back as you blissfully sigh from how good he was pressing all your buttons. 

“Take your shot, I wanna test somethin’.” 

He takes a step back, and you slowly stand up, tossing back the tequila before turning around to face him. 

“Hear me out, try chasing with it.” He walks over to the table, and you admire the flexion in his back muscles as he moves.  He picks up the cupcake, undeniably sexy as he licks it off his finger.  He can tell he’s got you right where he wants you, your eyes never leave him. 

“Chasing tequila, with a coconut cupcake?  You’re gonna have to show me, ‘cause it’s not sounding too appealing yet.” 

“I’m glad you asked, lie down for me sweetheart, let me show you exactly what I mean.” 

As you crawl onto the plush mattress, Jackson follows suit, climbing on top of you. The sight of him, flushed from the drinks he had earlier, is enough to make your heart skip a beat. He chuckles at your confusion, but how could you not be confused? He's holding a half-eaten cupcake in one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other, straddling your body. But despite the mischievous glint in his eye, you can't help but find him utterly irresistible. In this remote, remarkable place, far away from the rest of the world, he has you all to himself, and he's clearly up to no good. 

"Hold this for me," he says, handing over the cupcake. As you take it, he takes a thick swipe of icing from the dessert. He pushes the bottom of your tank top up just enough for the bottom of your breasts to peek out from under the black, scrunched fabric. 

"Jackson, what are you--" you start to ask, but he interrupts you as he paints a straight line of icing down the midline of your stomach, stopping right at your navel. His eyes hold your gaze captive as he slips his finger with the remaining icing between your lips.  

As you obediently suck on his finger, feeling the curve of his knuckle and the lines dividing his long digit into printed pads, he lets out a satisfied laugh and proudly declares,  

"I thought you hated coconut flavored shit?" 

You take his finger further into your mouth, coaxing it in with your tongue. Despite your initial reservations, you can't deny the pleasure you feel from this. He pulls his hand away from your oral fixation with a scoff and a smirk. Taking a swig of tequila, he looks down at you like you're his next biggest conquest.  

Aries men have a thing for that – a conquest. 

He dips his tongue into your navel, licking the sweet trail all the way up to where your shirt is bunched up. You gasp, propping yourself up on your elbows and looking down at him knowingly. "You know exactly what you're doing," you say. 

"I'm teaching you how to broaden your palate," he responds smoothly, wasting no time in taking the cupcake back from you and exchanging it with the bottle of tequila instead.   

The cool air circling in the room feels extra sensitive on the wet skin of your stomach, and it turns your nipples into erect, sensitive nubs, poking proudly through the thin fabric of your tank.  You push yourself up a little more, so you can sit up straight.   

You look up at him as he holds the cupcake out for you to take a sample from.  You swipe your finger in the thick, buttercream icing, and your eyes dance down his chiseled torso, deciding where you were going to take this experiment. 

Your body is trembling with anticipation as you slide your fingers over the waistband of his briefs, feeling the heat radiating from his body. You lean in closer, the scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of tequila and cupcakes filling your senses. Your tongue traces the trail of soft, delicate hairs leading down from his belly button, savoring the sweet taste of his skin. 

You slowly trace a thick line just above his navel, reveling in the way his muscles twitch under your touch. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, his skin flushed and warm from the tequila. You trail the icing down his smooth, taut stomach, disappearing into the waistband of his briefs. 

You can't resist the urge to pull them down just a little, just enough to expose the tempting V-line leading down from his abs. With a steady hand, you spread the remaining icing right where you want it. Jackson watches you with dark, intense eyes, his breaths coming in ragged. 

Jackson’s eyes flicker with surprise and desire as he helps you by tugging at the sides of his pants, pulling them down even further. The sight of his hardness tenting the front of his sweatpants, the print pushing through the slate grey of his briefs, is almost too much for you to handle. He's always had an aura of mystery and excitement about him, and the way he's looking at you now only adds to his allure.  

He sets the cupcake aside and lifts your face up to meet his gaze, you can feel your cheeks heat up under his intense stare. His hand under your chin is firm, holding you steady, but his touch is gentle. You can see the lust in his eyes, but there's also a hint of tenderness there. 

"Give me the tequila, baby," he says, his voice low and husky. You hand him the bottle, your fingers brushing against his as you do. His tongue darts out to swipe over his lower lip, and you feel weak in the knees. 

With a little squeeze of your chin, he prompts you to open your mouth, and you do so eagerly. You can feel the warmth of his body as he moves in closer, his hips tilted towards you. He's always found you uniquely stunning, in a way that appealed to him on a primal level, and right now, it's as though he can't resist the urge to explore every inch of you.  

As you wait, your breath catching in your throat, Jackson's gaze flickers over your face and down to your lips, before he takes a long swig of the tequila first.  He swishes it around in his mouth before swallowing, and he pours a stream of it into your open mouth, letting go and allowing you to cringe as you push it down your throat.  You quickly stick your tongue out, desperate to get rid of the alcohol taste.  You grab his pants, pulling him closer and licking the buttercream trail from his skin.  You pull his briefs down, maybe a little too enthusiastically, to get to the rest, and his stiff cock springs out.  The head is red, smeared with clear pre-cum that had oozed out while he was toying with you earlier. 

As soon as you felt the cool liquor pass your lips, your mouth began to water. You take him in, savoring the feel of him filling your mouth. His substantial length stretches you, and you wrap your lips around him tightly, feeling every ridge and vein as you slide him deeper into your mouth. As your tongue flattens against the bottom of his cock, he hisses at the sensation, his brows knit together in pleasure. His eyes close, and he accidentally holds his breath, lost in the feeling of your mouth on him. 

"Damn, babe," he groans, his voice thick with desire. You can feel him growing harder inside your mouth, and you can't resist sliding your hand down to his base, following the thick curve of your lips with every suck. "Keep doing that, God, it feels so good," he pleads, his hips thrusting gently towards your mouth.   

He probably shouldn’t, but he takes another shot anyway.  He really does want to set the bottle down, but he can’t peel himself from between your pretty lips just yet.  The way your intensity climbs as the liquor kicks in, you take his balls gently in your hand, using all the saliva that had pooled as lubrication to massage them. 

His moans of pleasure fill the room, each one more intense than the last. With his hand covering his face and his other tightly gripping the tequila bottle, it was clear that he was completely lost in the moment. The air was thick with a heady mix of profanity, grunts, and gasps, all signaling his overwhelming pleasure.   

“H-Hold on, hold on—” Jackson somehow finds the inner strength to breathe, to stop you from taking him directly off the edge a lot sooner than he had originally planned.  He drops his hand, revealing his handsome face again.  He stares at you with a look of utter desire and adoration, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. Beads of sweat drip down his forehead, his hair mussed and sticking to his skin in all the right places. His lips are parted, panting softly as he struggles to regain control of his senses. 

His body is a work of art, every muscle defined and chiseled to perfection. The veins in his arms and neck pulse with intensity, a testament to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. He looks like a god, a vision of pure masculinity and strength. 

You can see the raw passion in his eyes, the way they fixate on you with such intensity that it makes your heart skip a beat. It's a look that says he wants you more than anything in the world, and nothing else matters in this moment. 

“I wanna fuck you,” 

He breathes out, pointing to the oversized window across from the bed. 

“In the rainforest.” 

☾ -- fin

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How did they fall in love?

He’s the type to take his time falling, but who others easily fall for. He likely will know he loves you for a while but doesn’t let himself really fall until he knows you better. It’s not a time thing, but more of a how well you know one another thing.

PDA Level: 7/10

PDA in more of a romantic and gentlemanly gestures type of way than in a super touchy-feely type of way.

Gift Type:

Flowers, like constantly. The type to keep one from the bouquet so that he knows when you need a fresh one. I can also see him buying you clothes and accessories, but usually while you’re out together.  He’s the one buying what catches your eye.

They surprise you/try to surprise you how?

He can do both, private dinners and elaborate parties. You’re not going to have a clue either way though, man knows what he is doing.

Favorite scent on you:

As cliché as it sounds, his. He is absolutely obsessed with you wearing his scent. The man cannot get enough of it.

What is your home like?

I get very rich boy modern mansion vibes from him. I mean where better for parties, but your private spaces such as the bedroom are much warmer and cozier. Those spaces are definitely more personalized for the two of you.

Day in:

Days in are just for the two of you. Time to relax and just be absorbed in one another’s presence. Will somewhat plan these out in that if things have been rough he’s making sure you both have a day off for this.

Casual Day Out:

Typically lunch and shopping. Aka an at-your-own-pace outing. He finds that it's good for talking, but also if either of you needs a change of topic you have plenty around you since you’re out somewhere. It helps things remain comfortable while encouraging communication.

Night Out:

Something lively like a club. This man loves a good party and falling in love won’t change that. It just means that he wants to party with his lover now.

Vacation:

He seems like the city type, but he does well at mixing classing cities like Paris and lively modern cities like New York. He’ll keep you on your toes with which type you’ll end up in. After all, he’s not one to be considered boring.

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What was the first time like?

He is such a gentleman. So constant check-ins and such. He knows exactly what he’s doing, but he’s ensuring you go at your pace. Even if that means only foreplay one night and so on, this man is bending to your comfort.

Romance Level:

About 50/50 depending on his mood. Now afterward he’s always a romantic, but in the heat of the moment, you might be in for more spice than sugar.

Favorite Position:

Anything where he can see your face, he likes being able to visually check in on you. He likes gripping your jaw to make sure that you’re looking at him.

Dom/Sub/Switch:

Switch. This man does it all and he does it well!!!! He seems like he’d have a slight dom lean, but I’d say he’s like 60/40.

What is it usually like?

Very passionate, the man cannot keep his hands off you. He seems like the type to be switching up positions all of the time. Multiple rounds are very much the norm with him.

Gift type sexy edition:

Lingerie and toys. Like lots and lots of both. Though to be honest it is definitely for the both of you. 

How do they spice things up?

Toys and bondage in any combination imaginable. With the collection that he had gotten you both it’s not likely you’ll have a repeat anytime soon either. 

Unexpected at first: 

Anal. He was hesitant for a few reasons, but to be honest he loves your ass so much that it really doesn’t take him long or much convincing to give in.

Don’t Expect:

While he is the type to play around with pain and degradation he is never truly mean. He always balances it out well and he’s like the same in return. That being said he is okay taking a bit more than he gives.

Almost Always:

Teasing. This man wants to go all night and part of making that happen is teasing. Part of that is also multiple orgasms... for both of you.

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Title: Just like magic Pairing: Jackson Wang x (f) reader Summary: You and your colleague have never got on, he irritates you more than anyone you know, and especially when you attend a work event to announce your imminent promotion. But what happens when you're not prepared for the unexpected. Genre: Enemies to lovers / idiots to lovers / colleagues to lovers / office romance / one shot / angst / smut Rating: 18+ (NSFW) Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) / breast play / finger play (f. recieving) / heavy making out / Explicit language / cumshot W/C: 4.7k Banner: me Beta: @flurrys-creativity you're the best cheerleader ever! Notes: Thank you to this anon, I was super excited to write this one and the inspiration just kept coming, I hope you enjoy!

A groan rumbles in your throat, as your heels click against the stone steps ascending into the tall, old building being used as this year's work party venue. 

“It won't be that bad,” Mark's voice next to you brings you some comfort, as he squeezes your hand, encouragingly. Glancing down at his polished nails, painted by you and you squeeze his back.

“Thank you for coming with me, honestly, you're the best friend a girl could ask for.”

“I wouldn't let you endure tonight alone,” he says, holding the large door open and gently placing his hand on your lower back, guiding you inside.

Your footsteps echo as you cross the large, ornate foyer, where one of the servers points you in the direction of the hall, the music muffled behind the closed doors.

“You ready?” He asks.

You nod and thread your arm through his, before taking a much needed deep breath. Tonight's work party is to celebrate the accomplishments of the company for this financial year. And most importantly the new creative director of events would be announced. You've worked your butt off for this promotion for two years, you've planned the most events out of anyone else in your company and with excellent reviews. All of this has not been without plenty of sleepless nights and working late. Now, it was all about to pay off and you felt like you could breathe again, but this work party had been filling your stomach with butterflies ever since it was announced. You hated being the centre of attention, plus the fact the promotion would be announced in front of everyone and you had to do a speech, made you very uncomfortable.

You walk into the large crowded room, suits and gowns as far as you can see. A large piano sat in the far corner, where a lady in a lavish blue dress and long black hair played an elegant piece, hitting the keys with perfect precision.

You drag Mark to the bar, insisting on a drink before any greeting, that is until you hear an all too familiar voice behind you. None other than Jackson Wang. 

“Mark, my man, it's been a while since y/n’s dragged you along to anything.” He says, no doubt shoving his hand into Marks. You take a few gulps of your martini.

“Another please.” You mouth to the bartender, tapping on the glass. 

You finally face Jackson, not even bothering with fake pleasantries.

“Y/n, you look…” he pauses for a moment and clears his throat, “nice.” He says the words as if they would choke him upon their exit and you can't help but roll your eyes. 

“Gee, thanks,” you mumble, your nerves of tonight's events, making you far less patient for Jackson Wang than usual. 

You two have been practically mortal enemies since his arrival at the company. He has been here half the time, does half the work you do and yet, gets most of the praise. But boy, does he love to rub it in. Everything about him rubs you up the wrong way.

“You seem to be in more of a mood than usual.” He remarks, “I thought you'd be celebrating by now.”

“Yes, well not everyone likes being the centre of attention, Jackson.”

He smiles, seeming awkward at the bite in your retort. “Well, Mark, great to see you as always.” They shake hands and hug once more, before Jackson turns back to you, placing a hand on your shoulder and says, “good luck, y/n.”

Your irritated glare burns holes in his back as he walks away.

“You need to cut him some slack,” Mark's voice sounds next to you, annoyance blooming like a tree inside you, “he was just trying to be nice.”

You fight the urge to snap at him, taking a breath before speaking, “no, nice and Jackson Wang are two words that can't coexist in the same sentence in regards to me. He's nice to you, yes. Me? Absolutely not. He’s sarcastic and loud and he doesn't care about anyone but himself.” You down the rest of your drink and pick up your second that waits for you at the bar.

“I think you're wrong about him. He's just-”

“Chaotic, arrogant, self-centred, conceited. I could go on if none of those work.” You reply dryly, ignoring the eye roll he throws your way.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” your boss on the microphone startles you out of your current conversation and has your stomach doing somersaults. “Can you all gather around, please?”

Mark holds out his arm for you, “shall we?” 

Grasping it like your life depends on it, your feet move mechanically towards the crowd at the stage. Your legs feel like they would surely give way under you, if you weren't leaning on him so heavily.

“Now, it's the time we've all been waiting for folks…” he smiles cheerily. “I'll keep this brief, as I know everyone is eager to delve into the celebrations…” 

You attempt to control your breaths and hope to slow down your rapid heart beat, pounding alarmingly hard against your rib cage.

“...creative director is a prized position in our company, and so, of course we had to make sure we chose the right person…”

A loud swallow seems to echo around you as you try to quell the dryness in your throat. How on earth will you be able to do a speech?

“...we need someone who will continue to bring in fresh ideas, someone who will create trends and not follow them and someone who will do their best to strive for this company…”

Your ears throb, mimicking your heartbeat and making your boss's words quiet.

“...it is my utmost pleasure to introduce to you, your new creative director…Jackson Wang!”

Your legs wobble and Mark clutches you to his side, his eyes straight on your face. But you couldn't look at him. Instead you're scanning the room, finding Jackson as he climbs the stairs onto the stage. A wide Cheshire grin stretches across his face, too wide not to have known that was coming. Your blood boils in your veins, an unbearable heat rising up through your body and straight to your face, making your head feel aflame. You flash back to his ‘good luck’ to you only mere moments ago and your chest fills fit to burst with a scream you dare not let escape.

All around you a muffled call of “speech, speech,” slamming its way into your ears like a steel drum.

No matter how much you don't want to watch this scene play out, your feet are frozen to the floor beneath you, unable to do anything but stare.

He laughs, “wow, uh, believe it or not, for the first time ever, I'm speechless.” 

The crowd erupts into laughter, only infuriating you more as your fists clench into tight balls at your sides. 

“Hey, let's get out of here?” Mark says attempting to soothe your anger but you don't miss the slight panic in his tone.

There's a brief moment of Jackson meeting your eyes and you could swear he almost faltered while making his rehearsed speech…almost but he recovers and you can't bear to see anymore. You let Mark lead you slowly out of the large room, following blindly alongside him, numbness taking over.

You both come to a stop in a quiet part of the building with no prying eyes or ears. Mark comes round in front of you, taking both your hands. “I'm sorry, y/n.” He whispers. 

A hot tear rolls down your cheek and it's only then you realise your blurry vision is because your eyes are a dam ready to overflow. Cheering in the distance trumps again and you guess he's finished his speech. 

“Do you want to go?” Mark asks bending down to try and catch your eyes, but your stare is fixated on the marble flooring.

You did, of course you did. You wanted to run as far away from this as you could but, you were expected to be here, your boss will want to talk to you, no doubt and you don't want anyone thinking you ran off and sulked, especially not Jackson. The last thing you would do is let him see you upset because of him, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Swiping harshly at the wet trail down your face, you swallow your pride down and take a deep breath. “I can't, I have to stay.”

He says nothing but nods in understanding.

“Give me a few minutes ok, I'll meet you back inside.”

He eyes you carefully. “Are you sure? I can wait here for you?”

Smiling, you lay a hand on his chest. “I'll be fine, I promise. I'll see you inside.”

Reluctantly he agrees and heads off back into the main venue, looking behind him once to check on you. Once he's out of sight you head to the bathroom to freshen up, needing a moment to collect your thoughts. Thankfully the mirror is unoccupied giving you the chance to touch up your makeup. Smoothing down your dress, you release a steady breath, feeling calmer and more prepared now you are in control of your emotions. However, when you open that bathroom door, you're met with the last face you expected to see waiting for you.

“Y/n,” Jackson breathes, seeming relieved.

Your fists are balled up at your sides in an instant, all your calming positivity thrown out the window from just your name on his lips.

Gritting your teeth to keep your cool prevents you from replying.

“I'm so glad you're still here.” He takes a hesitant step towards you.

“Where else would I be, Jackson?” You snap.

He stills, his face falling and eyes suddenly so sad and vulnerable it hurts your heart. The fact you feel guilty for your response has you doubting your feelings, but you push it aside. No, he's the one that's done this, he's taken something you've worked so hard for.

“Y/n, we need to talk.”

A bitter laugh escapes you, “you're the last person I need to speak to.”

You try to walk past him but his hand comes out, grabbing your arm gentle but firm, your head snapping back to him.

You realise then this is the first time he's ever touched you, unsure as to why that thought enters your head, you push it aside.

“Y/n, please.” His pleading eyes pull at your heart, as confusion muddles your mind further.

Shrugging out of his grasp and folding your arms across your chest, you say, “you have five minutes.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and closes some distance between you. “Thank you.” He smiles, seeming to ease the tension but maybe he's just smug that you've relented.

“I know that we haven't always seen eye to eye,” he starts and you can't help but scoff at the understatement. He ignores and continues, “but I want you to know that I've refused the promotion.”

Your mouth falls agape. Never in a million years would you have guessed that's what he was about to say. “Why would you do that?”

“Call me crazy,” he takes slow steps towards you, your arms fall at your sides even though you feel more tense than ever, “but I think a promotion should be earned.” 

You're still waiting for the punchline but when there's only an inch between you, you look up into his dark eyes, open and honest and find your wilful thoughts faltering.

“You've worked harder than anyone in this company to do that and I've expressed that to our managers. You've not been recognised for all the work and revenue you've bought in for them. If I'm honest, I think you'd be better off elsewhere, but that's not my business.” He holds his hands up, surrendering before you can snap at him again. Only this time, your anger and annoyance has dissipated, left with only awe and bemusement in its place.

Your eyes narrow at him, still unwilling to completely let go of the distrust you hold. He smiles at your suspicion. “Feel free to go in and ask Mark, he is my witness, I'm a man of my word.”

There's a long pause, unwavering eyes on one another in the empty corridor, before he swallows and looks at his feet, shifting awkwardly on the spot.

“Anyway, I just wanted you to know. I'll see you around y/n.” 

He starts off towards the exit doors and something inside you rises up, unwillingly to stop this conversation, the words fly out of your mouth, “why are you being so nice, now?” 

He turns and smiles sadly, “I've been trying to be nice to you for months.”

Instantly, you're ready to argue but he puts a hand up to stop you, “you assume the worst of me and I'm not really sure why?”

For once you are at a loss for words, thinking back to every conversation you've had recently, could you have misinterpreted him? Or was he right, and you've just been looking for a negative brush to tar him with?

“But you're always so…” you're unsure where to start but decide on the least offensive first, “loud.”

“Did it ever occur to you that perhaps, I'm trying to get you to notice me?”

Your eyes snap across to his, feeling sure you would see the teasing in his eyes and when you don't, you feel more confused than ever. “Well, what about this, you tease me so often I never know when you're serious.”

He takes a step towards you. “I tease you to make you laugh.”

“But what about when you're always showing off?”

Another step closer. “Once again, trying to get you to notice me.”

You're desperately trying to connect a puzzle in your head but the pieces just don't seem to fit.

“But why?”

He laughs, shaking his head at you and swiping a hand through his hair, a move that he makes looks so devastating, your thoughts still. “I like you, y/n, I have since I started working here. I was hoping our fiery banter would turn into something more but…I never realised how much you despised me until tonight.”

A rock of guilt and disappointment lands in the pit of your stomach at his words.

“I'm sorry, truly, I didn't mean for there to be any miscommunication or to have upset you in any way. I should have just been up front and honest sooner,” he explains, making you feel worse.

Standing here looking at him now, how sincere and exposed he is, you realise what an idiot you've been.

The office is always full of laughter when he's around, something you'd assumed was at your expense, but he was aiming for your laughter instead. He was always speaking up in meetings, trying to pitch his ideas, you'd assumed he was talking over you and attempting to prove he's better, but it was all for your attention. Every compliment he'd given you had seemed sarcastic and full of mocking, instead he was just being awkward and unsure of how to communicate with you.

“No,” you say, closing the distance between you, “I was wrong, I read you completely wrong, all due to my own stubborn and selfish thoughts. I'm sorry, Jackson.”

The blush that crept across his cheeks was something you'd never imagined and made him look even more handsome. 

A slow melody sounds around you, echoing down from the main function. 

He clears his throat and holds out a hand to you. “Could I be so bold as to ask you to dance?”

You hesitate, although you're surprised at how badly you want to. “Here?”

He nods, a breathtaking smirk plays on his lips and needing no more encouragement, you take his hand and let him pull you to him. His arm wraps around your waist, holding you to him as your feet move perfectly in sync, slow and deliberate.

Neither of you say a word for the entire song, just enjoying the closeness, though unexpected and when the music stops so do your feet.

“I always thought you hated me.” You can't help the nervous laughter that escapes as your bodies remain pressed together.

He looks down at you, hooking a finger under your chin, “I'd rather fight with you, than be with anyone else.” 

You realise now how serious he is, how much he means everything he's said to you and…much to your surprise, how much you want him too.

Without overthinking or second guessing, you grab the lapels of his blazer and pull him down towards you. He eagerly obliges. Not before cupping your face with gentle hands and touching his lips, softly but assertively to yours.

Your mouths explore each other in a passionate dance, tongues swirling and lips moving together perfectly, until you're both breathless and pulling away, fighting for air. 

“You wanna get out of here?” You ask, your core throbbing with an unexplored want. 

He nods frantically, pulling out his phone and requesting a cab. 

“Come on, 2 minutes.” He takes your hand and pulls you towards the exit but as you leave the main doors and the chilly night air hits you, you remember someone.

“Wait, I need to find Mark.”

“No need, princess,” Mark's voice sounds from behind and you spin to see him casually leaning against the wall. “I'm waiting for a taxi as we speak, you go and have fun.” He winks at you and you resist the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl.

“See Mark, I knew I liked you.” Jackson says before leading you back down the steps and to your waiting car.

“Hurt her and I'll break you in half!” Mark calls out and you can't help but laugh, knowing how serious he is.

As Jackson pulls open the door of the cab you slide in, he follows you in quickly and slams the door.

“Your place or mine?” He asks.

“Mine’s closer.” You rattle off your address to the driver, before your mouth is on Jackson’s again.

Feeling needy and eager as his hands explore a pathway down your body, you resist the urge to climb on top of him.

“Did I mention how good you look in that dress?” He whispers against your lips.

“Not really no,” you respond, as your lips make their way down his neck, relishing the way his breath hitches in his throat. 

“As soon as I saw you tonight, all I could think of was peeling this off of you.” He grabs at the material around your legs, bunching up to reveal your flesh. His fingers skate slowly up your thigh but he pauses and grabs them instead, letting out a frustrated growl. “I’ve wanted you for so long, these last few moments feel unbearable.”

You feel powerful and confident as you decide to make matters worse for him. Gliding a hand up his muscular thigh until you reach his crotch, you can feel his erection through the fabric of his trousers and you palm at it teasingly. He sucks in a breath and then holds it, biting his bottom lip with pleading eyes aimed at you. Smiling, you have to resist the urge to unzip him right there but the car comes to a stop, much to your relief.

Jackson tips the driver and helps you out of the vehicle. 

Grabbing his hand, you race to your front door, fumbling to find your keys in your purse with the other hand. He presses the front of his body against your back, his hands wandering all over you, exploring an urgent pathway that makes you want to melt against him. The click of the lock has you growling with fervour, as you roughly push your way inside your apartment. Spinning, your lips are on his, burning with a passion you've never experienced, as your hands are whipping off his tie and rapidly tackling the button on his trousers. Your hands slide up under his shirt while he clumsily tries to undo the buttons, you however, have no time for that. Ripping open his shirt, and hearing the spray of the buttons as they scatter around your living room floor.

“Sorry.” You whisper breathlessly.

The smile you feel against your mouth tells you he doesn't care one bit, and before you know it, you're stumbling through your bedroom until your back knocks into your dresser.

His hand grasps the back of your knees suddenly, and before you can register, he's scooping your legs up and lifting you onto the wooden top. He glides the material of your dress up and over your head, only briefly breaking the contact between your bodies, before slotting himself in between your legs

His fingers find the hem of your underwear and pull them off quicker than you anticipate, having to hold yourself onto the edge of your dresser.

Your fingers run along the hard muscles of his chest and down his stomach, you're desperate to have him inside you. No thoughts of teasing and drawing this out, you wanted him to quench this unbearable thirst, now.

Reaching inside his briefs, you free his erection from its clothed prison, he's rock hard in your hand and you can't help the desperate whine that escapes you. Lining him up to your entrance, you use your legs to guide him in. 

He pulls his lips off you and searches your eyes, cupping your face in his hands. “Are you sure?”

You nod frantically, “please, Jackson, I need you.” 

His mouth connects to yours, more hungry and desperate than before and he pushes himself forward slowly, sliding into you and stretching you open.

The resounding groan from the two of you, sounds animalistic and raw. No holding back, just giving in to your feelings and desires. 

Watching each other intently, panting with excitement, time seems to slow down. The mood changes around you. Having him in such an intimate manner opens your eyes, seeing him clearer than ever, as if for the first time. You hold his face, pulling him down to you with a kiss that's different, not full of eagerness and impatience, but comfort and understanding.

When he bottoms out in you, he pauses, savouring the moment between you, tongues dancing softly together but it's not long before you find your impatience growing again. With your legs hooked around the back of his, you pull him forward, and grind yourself up against him, willing him to move.

He grunts and gets the message before he's pumping in and out of you in a perfect rhythm, making your heart pound wildly in your chest, so loud you can hear the echo in your ears, thumping away.

He grabs at your bra and pulls it down, freeing your breasts, his hands are on them in an instant, massaging them.

The sound of your dresser squeaking under the movements and pressure beneath you, only turns you on more, at this point, it could collapse under you and you'd still continue on their tirade.

Your hands find his buttocks, squeezing the flesh as you control his movements, wanting him harder and faster, the pressure building up inside at an alarming rate. 

You admire his body, toned to perfection, your gaze travelling up to watch his face, as his eyes are solely focused on his dick sliding in and out of you. The groans coming out of him are so sinful it makes you feel hot inside, too hot, like your skin could burn off your body at any minute and as the pressure inside grows intense, you realise you're dangerously close to a very powerful orgasm.

“Just like that,” you gasp, unable to say much more from the pleasure tightening everything and strangling your words.

“You close, baby?” He asks, eyes on your face as you nod. He smiles, looking pleased with himself, “I want to see how pretty you look when you come.” He bites his own lip, as if trying to hold off his own climax. The idea of that is all you need for the pleasure bubble inside you to pop and your body contracts aggressively around him, as you’re blinded by white light. 

“Oh, yes.” He whispers, as he holds your face towards him, while he helps you ride out your high. The pulses continue on until they die down and suddenly he's pulling out of you and pumping himself with his hand, until he explodes all over your stomach and chest, leaving white ropes of ecstasy as evidence on your skin.

Leaving your head on his chest, trying to catch your breath, he strokes the skin on your back.

After a few peaceful moments, he places his knuckle under your chin and lifts your head up towards him, planting a tender kiss to your lips.

“Come,” he says, pulling up his trousers and then scooping you up in his arms to take you to your bed.

Your eyelids feel heavy and you can feel the adrenaline leaving your body as you curl up into his side, the last thing you remember is his lips against your forehead.

*

Opening your eyes, you're met with bright sunlight streaming through your window, you can hardly keep them open. Rolling from your front to your side and feeling for your phone on the bedside table, you check the time. 10.05. Not too late for a Sunday. Glancing down you notice your naked body, as the memories from last night's events come back thick and fast as you sit bolt upright, eyes darting around the room.

“Jackson!” You call out through the ajar bedroom door, wondering if he's somewhere else in the flat.

Silence. 

Your stomach sinks slightly. Did you fall for a complete fabrication of feelings for a one night stand? Checking your phone; there's no missed calls or messages from him. Flopping back down on your bed, you pull the sheet over your head, feeling embarrassed and stupid and wanting nothing more than to hide away from the world. How were you going to face him at work tomorrow? Did any of your colleagues see you leave together? The thought churns your stomach, regret starting to seep in, hurting your chest with every new thought or worry. 

A noise in the distance distracts you momentarily from the chaotic thoughts using your brain as a roundabout. You sit up, hearing someone moving around in your kitchen, could it be him? 

You get out of bed quickly and quietly, pulling on some shorts and a vest, giving yourself a quick check in your mirror, that's when you notice your makeup and other items that neatly sat on your dresser, scattered all over the floor. A flush travels up your neck with the images from last night. 

You swallow them down and tiptoe out into the open plan living room and kitchen.

There he stands, dressed in his suit trousers and shirt, at the counter, putting something on a plate, humming quietly to himself. The sight pulls in your chest and you can't help the smile that pulls your mouth as you lean casually against your door frame.

He turns towards you, carrying a tray with what looks like an iced coffee, panini, a plastic bowl of fruit and pancakes. When his eyes notice you, he freezes, his cheeks flush red briefly as he beams at you. A smile so captivating you can't believe you didn't appreciate it before.

“Hi,” you break the silence first.

“Morning,” he says, dreamily, then shaking his head as if to snap himself out of his daze, he adds, “I thought you might like breakfast. I didn't know what you'd like, so I got a selection.” He stands there, seeming awkward, his usual confidence gone. 

You walk towards him, taking the tray and placing it on your dining table. “It all looks amazing, and very thoughtful. Thank you, there is something I'd like for breakfast.” 

He frowns, bewildered from your actions, as you watch his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. You close any distance between you, playing with his shirt and notice the question in his eyes.

“You.” You reply, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He's on you in an instant, lips dancing hungrily with yours as he lifts you and carries you into the bedroom, leaving your breakfast waiting for when you've stated the hunger you feel for him.

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I Think I Love You by @milfgyuu

Bambam x fem!reader (wc - 2.1k) coworkers/friends to lovers - fluff, crack Bambam rescues you from the company party and makes a rooftop confession to you under the stars. It’s kind of magical.

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one shots

oh my god, they were roommates by @babybirdgyeom

Yugyeom x reader (wc - 2.5k) roommates to lovers, mutual pining - fluff One night you couldn’t resist your roommate Yugyeom anymore and finally gave in.

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[kcake555]

Jackson Wang cake 🍰

[dirtykpopsnaps]

Here’s the request for Jackson!

[mykoreanlove]

Acts of intimacy

Eyes shot open as you woke up from your slumber. It took you a minute to realize where you were. This was not your room, not your bed, not the scent of your home but everything fell into place as memories of last night clouded your vision.

Jackson and you ended up at his place, getting to know each other on a whole new level. Greedy kisses, lustful touches and heavy moans filled his walls for hours, until the two of you were too exhausted and had to take a break.

From the moment you met him you assumed he was a passionate lover but he outdid all the expectations you had of him. He did his hair style justice as he showed you his two prominent sides: the dark, dominating, hard one and the light, romantic, intimate one. Jackson was far from ordinary, but so were you.

And now he was laying behind you, still sound asleep. You felt his naked body on yours. Memories of you kissing every ab of his followed by sucking him off made you blush.

Suddenly, Jackson shifted and hugged you, pulling you closer to him. His big hands held you tightly, just like they did last night. You swore you could still feel his grip on your hips, the skin would definitely be bruised. He caught you by surprise as he murmured in his sleep. You couldn’t understand a word, you were too preoccupied with the deep tone of his voice anyway. You adored his voice, especially when he used it to demean you.

„You like being fucked like that? What a bad whore you are.“

Just thinking about it made you wet. Jackson must have sensed it as he slowly woke up, too. His voice was even raspier than before.

„Baby, are you up?“

You nodded.

Jackson felt you up and stopped at your tits, kneading them thoroughly. „I can’t believe what we did last night“, he chuckled amused. You felt his cock grow hard again, pressing into you. „Fuck, I want to go again but I’m so tired. Are you?“

His voice was soft and deep from exhaustion. You placed your hand on his and guided him down to your pussy, making him feel your wetness. Jackson sucked in his breath, less exhausted now.

„Baby, you’re insatiable“, he whispered into your ear as he played with your pussy. Circling, sliding, stretching - he was finger fucking you, making you melt within seconds. You grabbed his wrist for stability as you buckled your hips, loud moans escaped your pretty lips once more.

„Fuck, you’re so good for me. My sweet little whore.“

And with that you came all over him, again. Jackson smiled into your neck, leaving small kisses on your damp skin.

„I really like making you feel good like that, y/n. Can you make me feel good, too?“

You would have done anything for him. Quickly, you wanted to turn around but felt him blocking you moving.

„Stay that way. I want to slide into you from behind and… sleep within you. Is that ok?“

You giggled at the idea. „Your dick wants to sleep in my pussy. Is that it?“

Jackson nodded. „Please. Keep it warm in your pretty tight hole for me.“

You pressed your ass against his hips, signaling him to do it. Jackson let out a deep grunt as he pushed himself in you easily, your pussy was welcoming him dearly with your warmth and wetness. „God, you have no idea how good that feels“, he praised you once more.

For him, this wasn’t a kind of cockwarming, no to him this was an act of intimacy - something he craved dearly and finally found in you. You moved your hips, unsure if he had found the best position yet.

Jackson’s hands landed on your hips immediately, holding you in place firmly. „If you keep moving like that we won’t be sleeping anytime soon, Princess. Give me some time to refuel, okay? I promise I’ll make you scream my name before breakfast.“

[clariannahoney]

Lust Unleashed

Jackson woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized where he was. The dream had been so vivid, so real, that for a moment, he couldn't distinguish reality from the fantasy. He was lying on his bed, sheets twisted around his legs, and sweat beaded on his forehead. His hand was between his legs, still gripped around his erection, which pulsed with leftover desire from the dream.

In his dream, he had been with her again—his best friend, Mia. They were on a secluded beach, the sand soft and warm beneath their naked bodies. The waves crashed rhythmically against the shore, the sound a sensual backdrop to their passionate encounter. Mia had looked at him with those deep, brown eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and uncertainty, and then she had whispered his name, low and husky, making his blood rush south.

Jackson groaned, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. The dream had been so intense, so detailed, that he could still feel the ghost of her touch on his skin. He could almost hear her moans echoing in his ears, taste the salt of her tears mingling with the sweat on her cheeks. In the dream, he had taken her, possessed her, made her cry out his name in a mix of pain and pleasure until she shattered around him, her body convulsing with a force that left them both gasping for air.

He sat up, running a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. It had felt so real, too real, and the guilt was already settling like a heavy stone in his stomach. Mia was his best friend, his confidante, the one person he could always count on. How could he have such thoughts about her? And yet, the dream had been undeniable, the passion overwhelming.

Jackson stood, walking to the window to clear his head. The city lights shimmered below, a sea of stars reflecting the night sky. He leaned against the cool glass, letting the chill seep into his overheated skin. The dream wasn’t just any fantasy; it had been a revelation, a forbidden glimpse into what could never be.

As he stood there, lost in thought, his phone buzzed on the bedside table. It was a text from Mia. "Hey, you up? Need to talk."

His heart skipped a beat. Could she sense something? Did she know about the dream? Jackson hesitated, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. What could he say? How could he face her after what he had dreamt?

With a deep breath, he typed back, "Yeah, I’m up. Everything okay?"

The reply came quickly. "Not really. Can you come over? I need your advice, and maybe a shoulder to cry on."

Jackson’s stomach twisted. She needed him, and here he was, caught up in his own guilty fantasies. He couldn’t let her down, not when she needed him the most. With a resolve that surprised even himself, he replied, "On my way. Be there in 10."

He dressed quickly, pulling on jeans and a hoodie, his mind racing. As he drove to Mia’s place, the dream kept playing in his mind, each scene more vivid than the last. By the time he parked outside her apartment, his hands were shaking slightly. He took a moment to steady himself, then climbed the stairs to her door.

Mia opened it before he could knock, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy, her expression vulnerable. "Thanks for coming," she said softly, stepping aside to let him in.

Jackson nodded, his throat tight. He followed her into the living room, where she collapsed onto the couch, hugging a pillow to her chest. "I don’t know what to do," she began, her voice wobbling. "It’s about Alex. We had this huge fight, and I think it might be over."

Jackson listened as she poured out her heart, detailing the argument, the accusations, the hurtful words that had been thrown like knives. He sat beside her, offering silent comfort, his hand resting lightly on her back. As she spoke, the tension in her body gradually eased, her sobs subsiding into hiccupping breaths.

"I’m sorry," she whispered finally, wiping her eyes. "I didn’t mean to dump all this on you. You must be tired."

Jackson shook his head, his voice gentle. "You can always talk to me, Mia. That’s what friends are for, right?"

She smiled weakly, nodding. "Yeah, I guess so."

They sat in silence for a while, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. Jackson watched her, his mind still reeling from the dream, from the raw emotions they had shared. He wanted to reach out, to hold her, to offer more than just friendship. But he feared the consequences, the potential loss of her trust, her friendship.

As if sensing his turmoil, Mia turned to him, her eyes searching his face. "What about you? Anything bothering you?"

Jackson hesitated, torn. Should he confess the dream? Share the secret desires that had haunted him? Or should he keep it buried, locked away where it couldn’t harm them?

Before he could answer, Mia shifted closer, her hand finding his. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

Her touch was electric, sending sparks through his body. Jackson swallowed hard, his resolve crumbling. "There’s...something I dreamt about," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was about us, Mia. About...you and me."

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she waited, her hand still holding his, giving him the courage to continue.

"We were together," Jackson admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "In the dream, we were more than friends. It was intense, passionate...forbidden."

Mia remained silent, her gaze unwavering. Jackson took a deep breath, plunging ahead. "I know it sounds crazy, but it felt so real. I woke up thinking about you, wanting...things I shouldn’t."

To his surprise, Mia didn’t recoil. Instead, she leaned closer, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Maybe it wasn’t just a dream," she murmured, her voice trembling. "Maybe there’s something between us that we’ve been denying for too long."

Jackson’s heart leaped at her words, hope mingling with fear. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Mia closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "I think so," she breathed, her lips parting slightly.

The air between them crackled with tension, charged with the promise of what could be. Jackson’s hand slid around her neck, drawing her closer, his lips inches from hers. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice a ragged plea.

Mia nodded, her eyes fluttering open, revealing a vulnerability that tore at his heart. "Please," she whispered, her voice a mix of longing and surrender.

Jackson hesitated, his gaze locked on her lips, waiting for the final confirmation. Mia’s hand found his cheek, guiding his face closer, her eyes closing as their lips met.

The kiss was soft at first, a tentative exploration, a question answered with a sigh. Jackson deepened it, his tongue tracing her lips, seeking entry. Mia whimpered, opening for him, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.

Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them palpable, a tangible thing that threatened to consume them both. Jackson’s hands roamed her back, memorizing the curves, the softness, the feel of her in his arms. Mia arched into him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Jackson," she moaned, her voice a plea, a promise.

He lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom, his lips never leaving hers. The world around them faded, replaced by the urgency of their need, the hunger that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long.

Laying her gently on the bed, Jackson hovered above her, his eyes dark with desire. "Are you sure?" he asked again, needing to hear the words, to know this was real.

Mia nodded, her hands tugging at his shirt, her eyes fierce with determination. "I’ve never been more sure," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion.

Jackson kissed her again, his hands exploring her body, mapping every inch with reverent touches. Mia responded, her hands fumbling with his clothes, desperate to feel his skin against hers.

As their clothes fell away, the barriers between them crumbled, revealing the raw, untamed passion that had been hidden for so long. Jackson settled between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance, slick with anticipation.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice gruff with need.

Mia obeyed, her eyes wide and trusting, her body open to him. Jackson pushed inside, slowly, deliberately, watching her face for any sign of pain. Mia gasped, her nails digging into his back, her body stretching to accommodate him.

"You feel so good," Jackson groaned, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Mia wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with a strength that surprised him. "Harder," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.

Jackson complied, driving into her with renewed vigor, his body a blur of motion, his senses consumed by the feel of her, the sound of her cries, the sight of her arching beneath him.

"Yes, yes, yes," Mia chanted, her body clenching around him, her orgasm building with each stroke.

Jackson watched her, his own release nearing, his control fraying at the edges. "Come for me," he urged, his voice a rough whisper. "Let go, Mia."

With a strangled cry, Mia shattered, her body convulsing around him, her juices flowing over his cock, coating them both in a sticky mess. Jackson followed her, spilling deep inside, his release a thunderous wave that left him gasping for air.

They lay intertwined, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. Jackson brushed a strand of hair from Mia’s face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder.

Mia smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "I love you too," she confessed, her voice soft, her words a vow.

Jackson kissed her, his heart full, his mind clear. The dream had become reality, the forbidden lust unleashed, and he knew, without a doubt, that he would never look back.

[cas-skz]

Light On

Pairing: Jackson Wang x (fem)Reader Genre: Fluff, Smut Summary: Jackson returns home after traveling. To his surprise, you're waiting for him Word Count: 1,830 Warnings/Tags: 18+, MDNI, Established Relationship, Alcohol, Unprotected sex

Prompted by/Inspo: The moment Jackson Wang made everyone want to wait at home for him Written by: @littleforeignaffairs

Coming home always felt more tiring than traveling itself. Jackson pressed the 6 digit code of the mechanical lock, the muted beeping the loudest sound in the night. The door clicks open and he trudges inside. The house is fairly dark, though he always leaves a light on for his return. A dim light shines from the hallway, brightening in the study.

Jackson sets his bag down on the bottom of the stairs, following the trail of light to his study. He slides one of the French doors open, squeaks echoing through the room. He leans against the door frame, arms crossing over his chest.

He sighs softly, looking around at the bare room. It’s really the only room of the house he uses. All of his work lays within these shelves. A pair of slim arms creeps around Jackson’s waist, hands clasping at his stomach. He smiles gently, feeling the warmth of your body and head press against his back.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to be here”

He whispers, turning in your hold. His arms wrap around you, resting his head on yours as he holds you close.

“It wouldn’t be a very good surprise then, would it?” You step back from his hold and take his hands in yours. “Come” You say, swinging his hands, walking backwards from the study.

Jackson obliges happily. He no longer drags his feet as you lug him around the house. His energy seems to have been restored by your presence and hold. He curls his fingers with yours, looking at your choice of outfit. It’s the middle of the night, so your clothing was minimal. An old GOT7 shirt, 2 sizes too big for you, and a pair of fuzzy slippers.

He always thought it was cheesy that you kept and wore his merch. But you secretly always thought he liked it. He smiles fondly, half chuckling. You glance over your shoulder at him

“Hm?”

He shakes his head gently. You smile back at him and drag him upstairs to the master en-suite. Flickering candles are placed in various corners of the room, lighting the room just enough. The beige claw foot tub filled with hot water and a soft lavender fragrant foam. Jackson looks to you, a wave of surprise, followed by confusion washing over his face

“I keep in contact with your driver” You smile proudly. Jackson chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Come” You demand, just like before.

You grab the waist of his shirt, bringing him over to the tub. You slip your hands underneath the fabric, sliding your hands up his body to remove his shirt. You place a gentle kiss on his lips, then nod towards the bath.

You turn away, back facing Jackson to pour him a short class of Maotai. Jackson finishes undressing and steps into the water. He sighs softly , sinking into the water. You scuff your feet, moving back to the side of the tub. You sit on the edge, handing him the class. Jackson makes a groan of pleasure, his eyes squint with elation.

“My fucking Queen”

You giggle softly, watching him take a drink. You grab a wash cloth from the basket behind you, drenching it in the water. You wring out the water over his shoulders, letting it roll off his skin. You tilt his head back a small amount, doing the same with his hair, getting it wet.

Jackson’s eyes slowly close when you begin to massage his scalp, working the shampoo into a thick lather. He sighs a soft moan, lips curving into a small smile. Your finger s travel down the nape of his neck and under his chin to tilt his head back. You touch your lips to Jackson’s, letting an infinite moment pass before kissing him tenderly. You run your thumb on his jawline, allowing your lips to linger a little longer.

You break the connection, and smile down at him before pecking his forehead. Jackson chuckles quietly, using the moment to take another sip from his glass. You rinse Jackson’s hair with a gentle flow from the shower head and allow him to relax.

Jackson was only quiet a few minutes before he beckoned you to the side of the tub once again. You sit at the edge, facing him,

“You want me to grab something-“

You didn’t get your full sentence out before Jackson’s arm slips around your waist, pulling you into the warm water on top of him. You let out a shriek with a laugh quickly following. You wipe the water droplets from your face, looking to Jackson who's wearing your favourite big goofy grin. You shove him playfully,

“You’re supposed to be relaxing, but instead you insist I get drenched”

Jackson holds you closer to his body, planting gentle kisses over your face. He rests his forehead to your temple

“I need you here to relax” He whispers.

You sigh dramatically, kicking your slippers off so they wouldn’t get wet as well. You carefully slide your body around to face Jackson, straddling him.

You dip your hands into the water, placing them on his stomach, gliding up over his chest. The water rinses over his chest, your eyes watching goosebumps rise on his skin. Jackson’s hands land on your hips, squeezing them gently.

“You know, I missed you” He brings his face closer to yours. His doe eyes meet yours. You closed the gap a little more, glancing to his lips, then back to his eyes.

“Mm” You cup his face gently “How much did you miss me”

Jackson took this as his cue. He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pressing his lips to yours. You can’t help but smile towards the affection he shows you. His hands raise up from the water, dampening your hair as he pets it back. He then holds your face as if it’s the most fragile piece of art.

Jackson deepens the kiss, his nose colliding into yours. You rest your arms on his shoulder, finger tips toying with the hair at his neck. A sigh escapes your lips as they part; Jackson nips at your bottom lip turning the sigh into a soft moan.

His hands trail down your body, arms wrapping around your waist. You lean your drenched shirt covered chest against his, hips pushing down ever so slightly. But it was enough. The simple movement caused Jackson to start stiffening underneath you.

You both had been separated for almost a month; a little bit longer. You know he is going to be leaving again before the week is through. You didn’t want to state it to him verbally, but you miss his touch as much as he misses yours.

One of your hands submerges into the tub, pulling the shirt up your stomach. You grab one of Jackson’s hands in yours, dragging his fingers down to your pussy, still covered by your panties. You slide the fabric to the side, letting his nimble fingers graze over your clit.

You breathe in sharply, Jackson’s touch electrifying through your veins. Your walls clench, begging to feel something against them. You grind your hips slowly against Jackson’s semi hard cock and hand. You pull the heavy shirt off your body, letting it hang on the side of the tub.

Your nipples hardening at the temperature change from the damp shirt, to the air, it only made you feel more aroused when the grazed against Jackson’s chest. You moan softly on his plump lips, his tongue swiftly slipping against yours.

“Don’t make me wait any longer..” You whisper breathlessly.

And he doesn’t. With flexed arms, Jackson manages to easily rip your panties. You gasp a little, water from the bath sloshing with the violent movement. Jackson wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you down on his cock.

His other hand grips the nape of your neck, forehead resting to yours. He groans at your tight walls, suctioning around his length. You swallow hard, slowly rolling your hips. Jackson’s jaw drops open, another groan passing his lips.

You press your lips to his eagerly, arms around his neck. You hold him tightly, not leaving any room between your chests for even a piece of paper to slip down. Your pussy quickly begins contracting around Jackson, wanting to cum already. He always felt good inside you. But these moments are your favourite; when he comes home.

You quicken your pace. Jackson slides his hand down onto your ass, squeezing it slightly, helping you ride his cock.

“Jackson” You moan shakily.

He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in. Your head falls back, fingers curling into his skin. Jackson pulls you down, making your hips grind into him harder. You press your lips together tightly, trying to keep yourself from making any noise.

Jackson jerks a little under your body. He moans in your neck, his cock twitching inside you. Your head nudges against his, making him look to you.

“Cum with me” You whisper.

You clench your walls tightly, your climax rising closer. Jackson kisses you lustfully. His hands land on your hips, fitting perfectly as he rocks them. Water waves against your motions, splashing over the edge to the floor. Your body begins to tense. You arch your back, letting out a slight whimper.

Jackson grips your hips, taking control of your movements. His body jerks again, and he makes a pleasuring grunt. His cock convulses inside you, shooting cum in unison. He slows your hips, breathing heavily. You grab his face to kiss him, your own orgasm shivering through your body.

4 Pairs of limbs intertwine, heavy breathing echoing in a mismatched rhythm. You slide off Jackson with a small moan, and settle partially on top of him. You rest your head on his firm chest, his heart beating sporadically. You kiss his skin gently, and he reciprocates with the top of your head.

“We should get out..” He murmurs dryly. The water has become cool, and the tub was half empty. You pout playfully and close your eyes.

"Mm!" You whine.

Jackson chuckles, placing another sweet kiss on your head. He sits up, getting out from the tub, helping you out as well. He grabs a pair of robes hanging from a rack. He wraps one around you first, bringing it up around your cheeks. He smiles at you, kissing your nose before wrapping himself in a robe.

"Come" He says, only partially mocking you.

"I'll make you breakfast after you get some sleep"

"Why? Cant I just eat you?" Jackson grabs at your ass teasingly.

You shriek a laugh, trying to dodge his hands. You point a finger at him, walking backwards into the bedroom.

"Jackson! Don't make me punish you"

His lips pucker into a soft pout, following you like a puppy. You giggle at him again and hop onto the bed. Jackson grins, close behind you, finally ready to relax.

[star-suh]

So since you write for Jackson wang

I have a silly request

How about writing like one of those old wattpad fanfics where you get invited to his private VIP party and he ends up having sex with you and falling in love with you

I’d absolutely love to see your take on one of those fics

Not Your Typical Party 

jackson wang x male reader

cw: top jackson, bttm m reader, friends to lovers trope, some fluff sprinkled, some angst sprinkled too (like crying, a bit and comforting), implied kinda drunk jackson during sex but he is conscious, passionate and rough sex at the same time, pet names, fingering, spit as lub, unprotected sex, mating press (kinda obsessed with it later teehee)

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it was friday night and y/n was getting ready to go to THE jackson wang's party, it is well known that he loves to throw wild vip parties in the most luxurious places in the city, so for y/n it was like a goal accomplished being capable of assist to at least one of those. it happened during one of y/n's walks, he accidentally bumped into jackson, his old college friend/crush. "y/n?" says jackson "woah, i almost didn't recognize you without your glasses. how's your life going?" he asked. "hehe, nothing much" answered y/n "just working". "you should take a break, it will do good to you" recommended the man "i'm organizing a party this friday night, come enjoy all the night" he smiled at y/n making him a bit flustered "ah… ye-yeah" he stuttered. "here give me your number" says jackson passing to y/n his phone so he can type his number on it, "done" answered the flustered guy, "ok, see you later pal" he says while waving his hand "ah, put on those glasses you look cute with them" he yells while entering his car.

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"well, let's go" said y/n nervously opening the doors, he thought that his feelings for jackson were gone but no… they're there. he was received by lots of colored neon lights, people drinking, dancing and swimming in the pool, there was a sexy shirtless dj accompanied by lots of girls and a boy sitting who was kinda sad, y/n felt bad for him and was gonna ask him what happened "oh there you are" yelled jackson y/n turned towards the voice meeting a jackson in a robe and long pants, he was shirtless showing his perfect abs "oh h-hey" stuttered y/n "like the view? you're stuttering" mocked and laughed jackson "come here take a drink" y/n did as he said "i'll come later" jackson waves a goodbye and left y/n in a table drinking.

minutes have passes and y/n was getting bored, this definitely wasn't a place for him, all people having fun but not him "i guess it was a bad idea coming here" he says circling the bottle's tip. y/n stands up and went to the bathroom, find jackson to say goodbye and leave. 

"oh hey" y/n says to get jackson's attention who was talking to some girls "talk to you later" he says to the girls and went straight to y/n "what happened?" he asks. "nothing" replied y/n touching the back of his neck embarrassed "just wanted to say goodbye i have to go now". "no, please don't go" says the drunk man, grabbing y/n by the hand and dragging him towards a room, jackson's bedroom. "please stay with me" begged jackson starting to kiss y/n who opened his eyes wide in surprise but just let himself go enjoying the delicious and wet kiss "you taste like many liquors" said y/n making jackson smile.

the clothes of both were being discarded one by one with jackson touching every inch of y/n's sexy body "so fucking sexy. and just for me" growled the man on y/n's ear. jackson started to grope y/n's ass and squeeze it very hard "hng" moaned y/n. "yes like that. moan for me pretty" whispered jackson kissing y/n's shoulders and the bottom doing the same with jackson's collarbones.

jackson lifted one of y/n's leg with a hand while fingering him with the other. "please, just put it in already" whimpered y/n wanting to feel jackson inside him "as you wish prince". both lay down in bed and jackson introduced his cock in y/n then leaving it in there without moving so y/n would get used to the sensation. "you don't how much i've craved this. i love you" y/n then realizes what he just said and look directly at jackson's eyes "oh i'm sorry" said y/n embarrassed. "what do you mean?" asked jackson, "it's nothing" y/n was scared, he didn't know how jackson was going to react, he was dumb for saying that in the middle of sex, many mixed emotions made y/n start to cry. 

"shush, don't cry pretty boy" whispered jackson "it's ok, don't cry" he says wiping y/n tears and hugged him "it's ok, let it all out" he rubs y/n's back. seeing how he calmed down a bit jackson says "it's ok, you know why?" looking at y/n with loving eyes "i love you too silly" he smiles and kisses y/n who was shocked, his all-life crush just said that he loves him? y/n can't believe it. "and as proof of my love for you i'm gonna make you mine tonight" jackson bit y/n's ear and started to thrust. y/n was happy for what he just heard "fill me with your love then" he says hugging jackson as hard as he can…

in a mating press position jackson was drilling y/n so hard that the bed started to shake "i'm not gonna stop until you're full of my love,  i don't care if the bed breaks" the party man assured y/n couldn't say anything just moans and whimpers, feeling jackson reaching his sweet spot with every thrust. he then slip all his cock out leaving just the tip inside y/n's puffy gaping hole and then slammed again, doing the same thing like 10 times again. y/n started to jerk off feeling that sensation in his stomach "i'm gonna cum jackson" drool spilling out of his mouth "cum for me baby" says the top, kissing y/n and playing with his nipples to make him cum fast. "i'm c-cumming" yelled y/n shooting his cum landing on his abdomen and jackson's chest and some on his chin, he then cleans it with his thumb and lick it "so tasty" says jackson. "get ready to get filled" says jackson speeding up his pace, the loud music outside covering the skin slapping sounds "receive all my love and don-don't waste it" he says feeling he is very close "love. love. love. receive. all. my. lovee~" every word accompanied by a hard thrust, cumming finally in the last one and filling y/n's insides with his sperm. "i love you so much prince" says jackson laying at the side of y/n caressing his face, "i love you too" y/n replies…

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it was morning, both already cleaned up and jackson accompanied y/n to the front door passing by drunk people sleeping everywhere in the garden. "ok then, see you later i guess" says y/n shyly waving "wait, hold on" yells jackson making y/n turn around to face him "here let me put them on you" he puts the glasses on y/n and adjusts his hair "you look cute on them" he says once again making y/n flustered "don't say that" y/n pushes jackson's shoulder who just laughed "why don't you wait for me to get ready and i take you in my car?... and i can invite you to have breakfast in a cafeteria i know, food there is delicious. what do you think?" he asks, "sounds good for me. just don't be late" answered y/n.

jackson kissed y/n leaving him surprised "it's a date then" he goes quickly to change clothes and y/n just looks at him with his face red as a tomato "fuck… i blush too easily... damn!" he thinks.