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Mashed up tarot reading for some of the requested readings

Almost three hour long video for updates on different celebrities.

Henry Cavill

Sebastian Stan

Jimmin

Lisa Blackpink

Jennie Blackpink

Jackson Wang

Joe Locke and Kit Connor

Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez

Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce

Evan Peters

Doja Cat and Joseph Quinn

Kylie Jenner

Diddy

Zendaya

Kristen Stewart

Timothee Chalamet

Johhny Depp

Ateez San

Sabrina Carpenter, Shawn Mendes and Camille Cabello

Charles leclerc

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he wants a baby

jackson wang x f. reader

jackson doesn’t think there’s anything he’s ever wanted more. he’s thought about it early in your relationship, when he truly realized that you’re the one. the one he could start a family with. and when he was sure of it, he was never afraid to share with you how much he wanted this. a baby.

he talked about it a lot with you. it became your regular pillow talk. “you want it too though, right? like, you think about it sometimes?” jackson would ask while holding your back against his chest in bed. his voice always got awfully quiet and soft during those moments compared to his normal tone.

you’d indulge him, tiredly listening or answering him in the best way that wouldn’t make him think having a baby is completely off the table.

he gets so excited, thinking about those things so far ahead. he made sure to promise you that he would take such good care of her. promised he’ll be there to watch her every step. and he was sure to use ‘her’ because he had the deepest feeling that your first child would be a girl.

“of course i do, jackson. it sounds so nice but.. just not right now. it’s not the right time.”

and he’d nod in understanding. your lives were just insanely busy, bringing a child into the relationship while things weren’t slowing down as soon as you’d liked it to, would probably bring more chaos than joy.

“but one day, right? we’ll have a baby one day, won’t we?” he whispered quietly in the darkness of the room, burying his face in your hair.

you pulled apart his hands from where his fingers locked over your stomach and brought it up to your lips, leaving soft kisses on the back of it. “one day.”

but as the weeks turned into months, that one day was never brought up again. after things had finally calmed down a bit, he thought that maybe you’d be the first to bring it up because he didn’t want to seem too desperate, (although he was) but you never did.

jackson silently planned things out to himself. it was going to be nothing but staying home and wasting time together. he even planned the day he was going to propose to you. not exactly in that order.

he was even convinced he was being given signs, just from a simple and innocent encounter with a fan who happened to be a new mother. she wore a white dress and all jackson could think about was what you’d look like in a white dress, post-birth glow.

the fat, rosy cheeked baby sat in her stroller, squealed in utter joy, easily entertained at the childish game jackson had initiated. a smile almost wider than his face came playing onto his lips, entranced and in complete awe of the adorable infant and her baby giggles.

jackson doesn’t think there’s anything he’s ever wanted more.

the night dragged on as it usually did. attending important parties with you because something’s always being celebrated. and then leaving before someone could convince him to take a private plane to another party in a different city.

when you made it back to your hotel room, there was just no way he could keep his hands off of you. kissing all over your face and neck, gripping each part of your body he possibly could and dug his fingertips into your plushy skin.

there was just no way he could stop himself. not when you’re so warm around him, your gasps and whimpers echoing in his ear. not when he’s so balls deep inside of you, his fingers gripping tight on the sheets, making his knuckles turn white.

“tell me when to stop.” he choked out, the vein running down the side of his neck looking prominent.

“w-why?” you didn’t want him to stop and you didn’t know why he’d ask that of you.

“cause if you don’t,” he groaned, hips snapping forward into yours, “i’m afraid i might put a baby in you.” jackson closed his eyes, not sure he wanted to see your reaction, and leaned his forehead against your shoulder.

the soft gasp you let out didn’t go unnoticed or the way you clenched around him, making him draw a sharp breath. he tried to get himself to stop, brought his rutting to a minimum but didn’t completely still inside of you because that would have been pure torture.

“okay.”

jackson sweetly whimpered when you tangled your fingers in his hair and gently tugged at it, making his head tilt back up. he looked at you with widened eyes and a slightly parted mouth.

“okay?” he repeated, wanting to be sure that he heard you correctly.

“yeah.” you shrugged. “i want you to put a baby in me.”

he was so blissful, removing himself completely off of your body and burying his face in his hands. you allow him to revel in it. even if he was too loud, putting you both at risk of getting kicked out. even if he was jogging around the room, nakedly, with his fists in the air, as if he’s won a boxing match. you didn’t mind if he basked a little more.

“we’re going to make the fattest, most cutest baby girl, ever.” you felt jackson’s body again, his frame fit like a missing jigsaw piece.

“what makes you so sure it’s going to be a girl?”

“i’ve got a really good sense for these things. trust me. you’re having a girl.”

your heart suddenly got overly emotional. he was so beautiful and you were in complete awe over his certainty. it didn’t take long for your gawking to finish before his lips were feverishly against yours.

he was so desperate, yet so slow, savoring the moment. the feelings that he caused to belly within you were unexplainable.

jackson lowered his mouth to your breast then took the nipple between his lips, pressing lightly with his tongue. you cried out – like your whole body was too hot and you couldn't breathe – bringing up a hand to trace his fingers across your other breast, but if he stopped you felt like you would die. you gripped his bare shoulders, holding on for dear life against the onslaught of sensations.

you gasped as he pushed into you for the second time, amazed by the electricity that rocketed through you. your legs wrapped around his hips of their own accord, seeking a better angle, searching for more. even now, he moved with grace, sliding in and out of you slowly and steadily. only his rapid breath, occasionally coming out in a strangled moan.

it’s pure torture how slow he is sliding into you but feels exquisite. you gently roll against him, moaning as he slowly moves in and out of you. the pace is keeping the orgasm just out of reach, keeping you on edge; desperately clenching around him and pushing your hips into his to increase speed. but jackson’s hands remain firm on your hips, controlling the movements. both of your breathing is heavy, both moaning loudly as the need to find your release hits an all-time high.

going so slow was hard for him as well, though. he couldn’t hold it for long but he also didn’t want to rush it. and he never liked cumming before you did. what kind of man would that make him? had to treat you right.

jackson dropped down to his elbows, leaning on either side of your face as he panted heavily, the foot of your heels digging into the curve at bottom of his spine.

“please, just a little harder…I need more…I can't…take it…oh god, jackson– “

he interrupted you with a hard kiss, hips rutting a little faster now. the rush of pleasure hit you, and your fingers grasped for purchase on his back, needing an anchor. it was almost unbearable, the electricity building where the two of you were joined, tingling down to your toes and making you lightheaded. jackson panted hot air against your neck, your lips, kissing you again and again, and the energy was building and building.

you looked at his face, knowing his was trying to hold on a little longer. maybe the realization had seriously hit him for real, this time. that this was it and he’ll probably be an actual dad like he wanted.

“jackson,” you panted, cupping his face with your hands, fingers wiping the sweaty hairs that stuck to his forehead, “it’s time.” you whispered.

and he nodded and replied, “okay.” his voice weak and strained.

you noticed his movements had grown more erratic, almost frantic, and the low grunt deep in his throat seemed to shudder down your spine and rocket down to where your bodies were joined.

"oh god," you breathed as the sensation overload finally seized you. your chest was tight and your nerves sizzled and your thighs clenched as the pleasure exploded and seeped into every cell of your body. he groaned, his forehead dropping down to your shoulder when your walls fluttered around him.

you fell into the aftershocks when he thrust into you one last time and cried out your name. you felt the rush of fluid inside you and reveled in the feel of his body shuddering in your arms. he trapped you under his heavy weight but the kisses he softly peppered along your neck and collarbone made you forget that it was hard to breathe.

not even mere seconds after, he started moving again, pushing even deeper, a whimper escaping your lips.

“j-jackson?” you stuttered, thighs tensing around his hips.

“one more time,” he grunts as he suddenly began to pound into you heavily even after he had already came, “just to be sure.”

[maskedcrawford]

Green Eyed Monster

G-Dragon x Reader x platonic! Jackson Wang

Summary: You and Jackson Wang get close through work and your ex isn't too keen on the fact that it looks like you've moved on.

Warnings: Some angst, fluff at the end.

A/N: Thank you to anon who requested, I got to try my hand at writing for Jackson Wang and I'm going to OPEN requests for him if you guys want something. Leave a like and/or a reblog if you enjoy! Much love <3

Requests are OPEN

You’re sitting in the makeup chair when you feel a pair of hands delicately touch your shoulders. You look up from your phone in the mirror and you see his big dark eyes and light brown hair in the mirror.

“Well, it took ya long enough, J,” you say with a teasing smile as you get up and hug him. You and Jackson Wang had been working together for the last 4 months on a song for your album and today you were shooting the video.

“Always a pleasure,” he says genuinely and returns your hug. Were you and Jackson together? No. Were there rumors about such things? Absolutely. The song being about love didn’t help matters. You guys had known each other briefly through mutual friends but when you had the idea for the song, you knew his vocals would take it to the next level.

“Jackson, Y/N!” the director shouts and you two spring into action with the video. The video itself was pretty intimate; the two of you on a bed tangled together in the sheets, touching, be all close and having no sense of personal space whatsoever. But, Jackson is a professional.

“So if I put my hand here,” he’s talking to the director and looks at you and you give him a nod before he touches your hip.

“And then I can slide it up like this,” he does the motion and pulls you closer to him.

“Yeah, that’ll work perfectly,” your director says and you roll with it.

“Let’s move on to the kiss,” the director announces after that scene. You blush as the time comes for the practical make out session that’s needed for the scene. Jackson was obviously cute, and him so being so respectful and kind? That only made it worse.

You can’t help the nervous laugh as you two are placed together and he starts smiling at you.

“You ok?” he asks genuinely, “We can figure something else out if we need to, find another way to,” you put your hand on his chest to stop him.

“I’m fine, seriously. Just don’t eat my face,” you wink at him with a chuckle. He gives you a gorgeous smile while shaking his head.

“Might be hard, you’re lookin extra good in that outfit,” he subtly looks you up and down. You two had a flirty relationship, but both of you knew it wouldn’t really go anywhere. The scene commences and you lock lips passionately and for a brief moment you forget its for a music video, that is until you hear the director call cut and you both slowly separate, a slight blush on both of your cheeks.

“That was great, guys. We’ll pick it up tomorrow!”

The video is done after a few days and the album dropped four months later. Your adventures continue with a world tour together, but tonight you were performing at the infamous MAMA awards. Since you two were doing a love song it was known that you would have to kiss for the sake of the performance.

“Look, people love us together,” you smile as you show him a picture you posted with a bunch of likes. He smiles as he clicks on the comments.

“This isn’t helping the dating rumors ya know,” he winks at you playfully and you roll your eyes.

“Us kissing every night doesn’t either, not to mention neither one of us have confirmed or denied anything. Besides, who we go out with really isn’t their business.”

“Ever since you made headlines with G-Dragon though, they think it is,” he corrects you.  You raise your eyebrows with a sigh that confirms he isn’t wrong.

You and Jiyong had been together 4 years, until the beginning of this year. Schedules got in the way, and Ji had admitted to kissing another woman at a party when he was drunk. It was a one-time thing and for a while you were able to move past it, but eventually, everything came crashing down.

“How could you still not trust me?” he shouted. You were in tears, your nerves were shot and honestly you didn’t want to have the argument.

“You were all over her, Ji. Tell me I’m lying! You kissed another woman before, it’s not like you couldn’t do that and more,” your voice was bitter and weak from tears.

“Oh my god, are you ever going to let it go?” he looked annoyed, he looked weak and desperate to escape the mistake that played through your mind more than you cared to admit. You loved him more than anything, more than life itself practically. But who was he to tell you how long it took to heal? Who was he to say that he atoned for what he did just because of a few ways he tried to make it up to you. Girls were constantly all over him so it wasn’t like he was in short supply. It had caused you to feel insecure, regardless of whether or not he was drunk.

The two of you stayed silent, deafeningly silent, until Ji finally sighs and rubs his temple with his fingers.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he mumbles, “I can’t keep paying for this when I think I’ve proven I’m not that person,” his eyes are cold, depleted of life. It broke him to do this, but he didn’t see any other way.

“We’re done,” he said before walking out of your house with nothing more than a kiss to the forehead.

“Earth to Y/N,” Jackson calls out and you shake your head pulling yourself out of the intense flashback.

“Huh, oh, sorry,” you sheepishly rub the back of your neck.

“Let’s practice one more time,” he takes your hand helping you stand up.

“Ji, have you seen this?” Taeyang was over at his house and pulled up the love song you and Jackson put out.

“Hmm?” he glances away from his phone and furrows his brows at the video. He see’s the two of you kiss on screen and he feels, that pang of jealousy. He’s seen the video before, he seen it the day it came out, actually. But he didn’t tell anyone. He didn’t want to think of it.

He hadn’t seen you since that night, not in person anyway. On TV shows and award ceremonies, he would watch, quietly support you and your career, even liking the first picture or two you posted of you and Jackson.

“They are performing tonight at the MAMA awards, so you’ll probably get to see her,” Taeyang calls out as he heads to the kitchen.

“She’s going to be there?” His voice is rushed, excited almost.

“Yup, we better go too, we’ll be late.”

You and Jackson are at the venue preparing for the show, hitting the choreography perfectly multiple times.

“OK, we gotta get dressed,” you say as you two come out of each other’s embrace

“We got this in the bag,” you both high five and he brings you in for a hug.

“You should really layer a little more deodorant,” you say with a giggle. He sniffs his shirt and makes a twisted face.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he laughs as he jogs off stage. As you walk off to go to the dressing room you stop as your breath hitches in your throat.

Ji-yong laughs as he feels someone stop and stare, he looks away from his manager and he spots you. His smile fades as he takes in your shocked face.

It’s still as beautiful as the first day he met you. He gives you a small wave and smile and you can’t move. His gaze is friendly and lingers for a moment. He starts to walk towards you, until he see’s Jackson come up behind you with his hand resting on your back. You look up at him directly and he can see the smile on your face when you look at him.

He feels the aching jealousy well up inside him but he pushes it down. You nod your head at something he says, and Jackson flits his gaze to Ji before giving a pursed lip smile and dragging you off with him in another direction.

“What could she possibly see in him?” Ji yong asks out loud not really expecting an answer.

“Hyung, did you really think she wouldn’t,” Ji-yong shoots Taeyang a glare, “Move on?” he finishes carefully.

“It’s been 8 months,” he tries to be gentle with Ji’s feelings, but the sting is too much. Jackson Wang was in a place he was supposed to be in. One he’d still be in most likely if he hadn’t of screwed up.

“Still fucking stings,” he grumbles. Taeyang sighs and gives his friend a hug.

“You both,” he pulls back and looks his friend in the face, “Need to move on. It’s time.” He tries to encourage him, tries to show him it’s healthy to move on, but the way Ji-yong loved you, despite his mistake, he was sure he’d never love anyone the same way.

“It’s not that easy, hyung.” He sighs as he sits down for the stylist to do his hair.

“She was everything, my muse, my rock, my reason for breathing. There were days I only got out of bed because I knew I would see her and that it would help make my day better,” he remembers fond memories as he talks to Taeyang about you. One of you and him riding the ferries wheel and getting stuck on top, that’s where your fist kiss was. When you accidently spilled ice cream on your top and he gave you jacket to cover it. When you’d both grow bored at parties after a little while and want to leave to just spend quiet time at home. He missed the way your touch made him feel like everything would work out, the way you made him feel like he was enough for exactly who he was. He sighs as he finishes getting ready for the show.

“Ok, are you ready for this?” Jackson asks you with anticipation.

“Absolutely, just don’t kiss me with tongue tonight,” you swat his arm and he laughs.

“No promises,” he winks and kisses your temple. You both get into position and the song starts as the lights go up. You follow the normal dance routine, spinning and swaying your hips to the beat, and kissing at the end of the song.

As the song is performed Ji can’t help but watch from the side of the stage, the way your body moves so gracefully and how it fits to Jackson’s so well when he had to wrap his arms around you, but it wasn’t the perfect way it fit Ji-yong’s. No, your body wouldn’t fit to anyone else’s the way it did his. He noticed the happy smile on your face, only noticing it falter when your eyes locked as you look his way.

The song ends and the lights go back down. You and him rush off stage and as soon as you are out of view you jump into his arms, adrenaline running high. He catches you with a huge smile on his face and he kisses your cheek sweetly. Ji-yong watches just off to the side and he rolls his eyes. He walks past you and you catch him out of the corner of your eye, his face deadpan.

You stay to the side of the stage to watch him perform. As he looks off to the side, he catches you watching, swaying your body to the music and nodding your head. He gives a half smile your way and you return one. His performance ends and he runs off stage he takes his mic off and before he can run to you, Jackson once again is in the place he wants to be, by your side.

“So, I was thinking, we could go down to the club and celebrate,” Jackson’s excited nature was infectious.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you glance at Ji-yong who’s giving you a glare again and you furrow your brows at him.

“We’ll leave in a few, get changed!” He runs off to get his stuff together and you go to walk off, but before you can you feel a hand around your wrist pulling you back. You look back and see it’s Ji-yong who has an unreadable expression on his face. You look at each other for a moment.

“I really need to talk to you,” he pleads.

“I,” you look in the direction Jackson went and back at Ji who looks slightly hopeful you’ll stay.

“I can’t,” you say tearing your arm away. He lets you go and for a moment lets you walk away before following you.

“Y/n,” he catches the door to your room. You look over at him, he still takes your breath away, the way his hair clings to his forehead from the sweat, the way he looks at you with his dark eyes, the way his clothes somewhat soaked with sweat cling to his body.

“What, Ji? I have somewhere to be, Jackson isn’t going to wait on me forever,” he scoffs and looks off to the side, mumbling something to himself.

“You want to share with the rest of the class,” you sass him.

“Not really,” he sasses back. You roll your eyes.

“I’m changing so at least shut the door. He walks in and shuts it.

“I meant with you on the other side of it,” you shoot him a glare of annoyance.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen, held or tasted before,” he smirks and you roll your eyes with a sharp exhale.

“Whatever,” you pull your top off your head and his eyes go directly to your body, not in a sensual, sexual way, but in a way that he’s curious. He notices you’ve put on a just little weight in the last 8 months and you instinctively wrap your arms around your torso.

“Can you not, stare,” you pause looking away from him, “at me,” you hear his footsteps come closer and he lifts your chin with his thumb and index finger.

“You’re beautiful,” he slowly reaches for your arms to pull them away and he’s inches from your face.

“Ji-yong,” you put a hand on his chest pushing him back slightly. His eyes flash with hurt before he recovers.

“Be honest with me,” he says standing back further as you find a different shirt. While you’re slipping it over your head you hear him ask, “Does he touch you better than I did?”

“What? Who?!” You all but shriek.

“Your little fling,” he motions his hand as you pull the shirt over your head you take off your pants next and put on some comfortable leggings.

“What ‘fling’,” you ask bewildered by his audacity. He rolls his eyes, saying his name makes him feel ill.

“Your little affair with Jackson Wang, y/n, I know about it, and so does the rest of the world, besides with the way you were sucking face out there, you don’t try to hide it.” You can see his jealousy and you quirk a brow at him. You decide to have a little fun at his expense. After all if he’s going to be nosy and a jerk at the same time, why not have a little fun.

“What Jackson and I are, or aren’t,” you pause and stare at him directly into his eyes, “doing is none of your concern. You left me, Ji, who I’m with now is none of your business.” You strap on a pair of sandals and walk out the door leaving him standing there.

“Jackson,” you call out and race to him. You can feel Ji-yong watching you so you slip your hand in Jackson’s as you walk off.

At the club the music is loud and the drinks are good, but you start to let your mind wonder back to your ex-boyfriend.

“What are you thinking about,” Jackson yells over the music as he see’s you staring into space.

“Ji-yong,” you huff.

“He nods his head understandably. He heard about all of it, multiple times, and he knew you still loved him.

“You wanna dance?” His offer is intriguing and you decide it’s better than sitting there thinking of the guy who broke up with you. As you and Jackson dance you happen to look over your shoulder and see that face that makes your knees weak.

“Holy shit,” you yell and Jackson notices your body tense as he looks at you concerned.

“What?” you point to Ji-yong as the answer to his question.

“Go talk to him.” He tries to push you forward.

“No, he was a dick.” You pout. He nods and walks over to Ji-yong for you. You watch as he gets closer, and even buys your ex a drink.

“Listen, man, I don’t know what you’ve been told, but me and your girl,” you see him gesture to you, “We ain’t together.” He throws back a shot and so does Ji.

“She isn’t ‘my girl’,” he corrects solemnly.

“Could’ve fooled me. She talks about you constantly,” he chuckles and Ji-yong quirks his brow. Jackson knew you’d either thank him or kill him for this, but he wasn’t worried about that right now.

“She does?” he looks over to you, seeing you dance alone.

“Oh yeah, how bad she misses you, wishes things would’ve been different.” He nods his head and looks down at the bar.

“So what’s with the rumors and the kiss and,” Jackson nods interrupting him.

“We did the song together and just became close friends. As far as the kiss, management thought it’d be good for the song if we kissed like in the video. We’re completely platonic though.” He downs another shot, Ji-yong decides not to, he wants his head clear when talks to you.

“Go get her, man,” he encourages and Ji-yong nods his head as he makes his way to you. He slides in behind you while you dance and the intimate smell of cologne and cigarettes wafts to your nostrils. You feel his hand on your hips as he moves with you.

“Can we talk,” he asks in your ear and you just keep dancing, ignoring his words but not his touch, you bring his hands around your torso so he encapsulates you.

“Jagiya,” his voice is soft, sultry even, and once the music ends you sigh and turn to face him.

“Can I please talk to you,” you see Jackson at the bar smirking at you. You give him a half smile as you find an area in the club away from all the people.

“What is it,” you don’t know how else to ask.

“I miss you,” he’s straight to the point and you didn’t expect that.

“Ji,” you sigh.

“Look, I wasn’t planning on telling you, but I seen you with him tonight and I hated it. He had you the way I should, the way I did.” He steps closer to you; you back up hitting the wall. He closes the space, your mouths just inches apart. He’s intoxicating, the way he looks at you, smells, and just the feeling of his body near yours is electric.

“He kissed you the way I did, the way I still want to,” he mumbles as he caresses your cheek.

“Not really,” you utter barely above a whisper.

“Hmm,” he asks like he doesn’t understand.

“He didn’t,” you look into his dark, beautiful eyes, “kiss me the way you did. It wasn’t the same passion or love. It wasn’t the same feeling I got with you.” You feel your cheeks blush as you confess to him.

“His touch,” you runs your hands over his arms that are locked onto your hips now,“Isn’t the same. Its not as electrifying.” You look at him through your lashes.

He looks relieved.

“So, you really aren’t with him?” you shake your head no.

You bring your forehead to his and whisper to him, “I’m not with anyone, I’m yours Ji-yong, I always have been,” and before any other words can be said his lips are on yours, smoothly moving in sync and he pulls your impossibly closer as you fist his shirt.

“Aegiya,” he practically whimpers when you separate.

“I need you to come home.” You smile at his confession.

“Promise me something,” you say cautiously.

“Anything,” his desperate eyes search yours.

“You’ll give us time to rebuild trust and be patient with me,” you’re asking more than telling.

“As long as you want to trust me again, I’ll prove you can.” He smiles.

“Then lets get out of here,” you grin as he takes your hand and leads you out of the club.

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Come Alive (part one)

Pairing: Jackson Wang x female reader Summary: A night out with your friends takes a very unexpected turn when a gorgeous, kindhearted stranger offers to pretend to be your boyfriend to ward off unwanted attention. All you can think about is the prospect of what could be…but for him, it’s not that simple. Genre: Fake dating au / strangers to lovers au / heartbreak / series / angst / fluff / smut Rating: 15 (Nsfw-smut in future chapters) Warnings: Making out / mentions of heartbreak / mentions of cheating (not by main characters) / slight stalking or predatory behaviour from non named, small character. W/C: 3.9k Banner: @nixiecreates creating pure perfection. Beta: @flurrys-creativity for being lovely and helpful as always. Notes: I’m back from abyss of life/work/kids and I'm writing again, if anyone still cares. I’m working on more kpop fanfic and going to try to post as regularly as I can. Please, comment and share, it really helps keep the motivation of writing going, thank you for anyone who reads! This is part one of approx five parts.

Feeling unwelcome eyes on you as you move further into the crowd to escape, gives you a knot in the pit of your stomach that pulls tightly on your insides. You try not to but end up glancing back at the man you're attempting to get away from, only to discover your suspicions are correct, he is watching your retreat with annoyance etched across his brow.

Why do some guys find the word ‘no’ such a hard answer to accept?

It's not like you were rude about it, in fact, you went out of your way to be as nice as possible but clearly, it didn't soften the blow.

You head to the bar, figuring you'll be safe for a while if you can talk to the bar staff, and pull out your phone, staring at the same message of "on our way" in your group chat. That was twenty minutes ago and you were still waiting. 

Your decision to get ready at work and come from there instead of pre drinking with the girls, now looks like a mistake.

Your gaze travels nervously back to the stranger and your stomach drops at seeing him moving slowly towards you through the crowd. For the love of…

“Can I be of any assistance?” A deep male voice sounds to your right, causing your head to snap over to the figure in the neighbouring bar stool. 

You're greeted by a handsome face with perfect features marred with a deep frown, as he nods his head in the persistent strangers direction. “He's making you uncomfortable,” he says matter-of-factly. 

You nod, surprised anyone has even noticed, the dancefloor of the club was very busy. 

“You can say that again.” You respond before ordering another drink. “Is he still heading this way?” You ask, afraid to look for yourself.

You watch the handsome stranger’s face explore the crowd, eyes scanning faces but you know when he's found him by the way darkness sweeps across his features. “He seems to be assessing the situation, just a short distance away.”

You sigh and take a long sip of your drink. “In that case, can you pretend we know each other? Then he might just decide to leave me alone.”

His responding smile is dazzling and has your mouth stretching up in a mirroring grin. 

“Not a problem, just go with me ok?” He says, as he slides your bar stool towards him, so your knees are in between his legs. “If you feel uncomfortable with anything I do, at any point, just say the word and I'll stop.” He says, leaning into your ear. “Now,” he pulls back slightly and tucks your hair behind your ear, in such a gentle manner you barely feel it, “firstly, i'm Jackson.”

His fingers softly trail down the length of your arm sending a shiver down your spine that you find yourself relishing in, rather than shying away from this complete stranger. There's oddly something comforting and wholesome about him.

“Secondly, how do you want to play this?” His hand comes to rest lightly on your thigh and when your eyes go from that to his face, your gaze locks and you can't look away. Focused on his brown eyes and how intense they stare back at you, you note a hint of sadness in them that he's trying to conceal and wonder what's the cause. 

You frown trying to understand the question he's just asked and what he means and when his mouth pulls up in a smile your eyes follow the movement.

“In the instances I've seen, men like this back off faster if they think you're with a boyfriend or love interest?” He watches you carefully, assessing your reaction.

You swallow, his scent swirling around you, like fresh linen with an underline of sweetness, is making it hard to focus, especially when the heat from his hand still on your leg is radiating through your body. 

“Yes,” you clear your throat and shift in your seat, “fine with me.”

“Like I said, at any point you're not comfortable, just say the word and I'll stop, ok?”

You nod, “got it.”

With a wide eyed smile, he takes your hand and entwines his fingers with yours, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your wrist. 

“Thank you,” you say, leaning into him slightly as you settle into your new role. “I'm waiting for my friends but they're late.”

He smiles and pushes the hair off your shoulder as he leans into your ear. “Happy to be of service, there are much worse things than pretending to be a beautiful stranger's boyfriend.”

Your cheeks grow hot at his words and you're thankful that he can't see from his position. 

“And why are you here drinking alone?” You attempt to deflect the focus from yourself, wanting to know more about him but you're aware of how his body stiffens at the question, only briefly, before relaxing again as he leans back away from you slightly. “Ah,” he sighs, “I'm attempting to ease the pain of heartbreak by drinking myself into oblivion.” His eyes avoid yours but you catch the raw emotion in them before they do. 

“I'm so sorry,” you comfortingly squeeze the hand he still holds of yours. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He brings your fingers to his mouth and kisses them, you’re mesmerised by how soft his lips are against your skin, not to mention how tender the action is.

He smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes, doesn't even come close. “Pretty clichéd stuff, I don't want to bore you with it.”

You hook a knuckle under his chin and tilt his head up, until he meets your gaze again. “Try me.”

His face visibly softens, eyebrows knitted together in anguish, he looks torn as unsure whether to share his story or if he should continue acting out your pretence. “I, er, found my girlfriend sleeping with one of my best friends.” He shrugs and shakes his head as if trying to push away the image. “I've now lost two people I cared deeply about and to be honest, I feel kind of baffled right now.”

You sit and watch as he surveys the crowd, clearly trying to distract himself from the pain. Your heart actually hurts for him. Here he was, so hurt and yet still trying to help you out and make your evening better.

“I know it's easy to say but I've been there, it does get easier.” You give him a reassuring smile, “and it may not help much right now, but it sounds to me like they're the ones who have lost something, not you.”

His face softens and his lips twitch up into a slight smile. “I appreciate that.”

Peeling your eyes away from him for the first time since you began your conversation, you take a large sip of your drink and relish the sweetness as it goes down.

Jackson looks over in the direction of the other guy. “He is persistent, isn't he?” It was clearly his turn to change the subject.

Rolling your eyes you shift closer to Jackson. “How do you feel about giving him a bit of a show?” 

His eyebrow arches as he turns his head slowly back in your direction. “What did you have in mind?” 

“Kiss me. I'm sure he'll get the hint then.” 

You see something flash in Jackson's eyes but before you can recognise what it is, it's gone as quick as it appeared. “You sure?”

Feeling yourself smiling shyly, you look up at him through your lashes, “absolutely. Only if you're comfortable with it, of course?”

“Definitely.” He whispers, standing from his stool and nudging your knees apart slightly to get closer. As he towers above you, his hands come up and gently cup either side of your jaw, arching your face up towards him, he leans down but pauses merely inches away, “you never told me your name.” 

His breath tickling your skin only draws you in more. 

“Y/n,” you reply almost breathlessly, as your heart gallops like a horse on a race track, eager to get to the finish line. 

He smiles sweetly. “Nice to meet you, y/n.” 

You take note of his blown out pupils and know, judging by the throbbing from between your legs, yours surely matches his. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and all you can do is watch as his head tilts slightly and he begins to close the space between you. His unbearably slow manoeuvre is deliberate but you grow impatient to know what his lips feel like against yours and before you register the movement, you’re grabbing his shirt and pulling him against you. 

His soft lips crash against yours and you hear his small, surprised moan as his hand suddenly finds the base of your neck, keeping you in place as he slots himself between your legs.

Behind your closed lids, all you can see is a cloudy red as heat and lust bloom inside you, sending a flush across your skin you've not experienced before. It awakens a hunger inside you that is very unexpected. The noise around you disappears as you're acutely aware of your heart pounding in your ears. The feel of your blood rushing through your veins, making your body throb with excitement, nerves raw with want. It had been a long time since you'd kissed a stranger, and a longer time since you'd let your defences down and given into a base desire. 

His hand entwines with yours before pulling you up on your feet, hearing the screech of the bar stool as it’s pushed away from you before he turns your body to the bar and cages you in, pressing his hard body against you. Your mouth devours him hungrily and when your tongue reaches out tentatively, he welcomes you in.

He tastes sweet and woody with a hint of spice, making you wonder what he was drinking but unable to focus on much apart from the sensual way he’s kissing you, slow, intentional and yet, intensely urgent.

Your mouths dance together, perfectly in sync in their own private serenade, with your hands exploring and finding their way up around his neck, fingers gripped into his hair to keep him close to you. When he moans into your mouth, you almost lose all composure as you break apart to take a breath and take control by spinning and shoving him against the bar. He arches an eyebrow in surprise as you feel his hand snake around your waist, pulling you back against him. His fingers dig into your back keeping you firmly in place, not that you want to move anywhere else at this moment. 

His scent swirls around you, sweeping you up and carrying you away, an absolute hurricane for your senses. Just when it all feels too much and when you're squeezing your thighs together for some semblance of relief, he pulls away, leaving you gasping and full of want.

He pants, breath fanning out over your face as your bodies still remain flush against each other.

The silence between you is so thick you could almost slice it with a blade. Something in your eyes reflects in his, where you both seem to revel in the sudden sexual tension between you. He remains clinging to you and the radiating heat of his body muddles your thoughts and leaves you wanting nothing more than to melt further into his embrace. This feeling between you is nothing like you were used to, passionate beyond belief. How can a stranger have you feeling this way? All you know is his name, and yet, there was something so comforting about him, so familiar.

His thumb strokes along your jaw as his mouth pulls into a smile, the action; so gentle it makes you want to lean into it but you resist.

“Wow.” He finally breaks the silence with a husky whisper.

“Wow.” You repeat, still shocked at your body's reaction to him.

You clear your throat, an attempt to also clear your hazy head and bring yourself back down to earth.

Jackson's gaze flutters begrudgingly away from you. “It worked,” he says, returning his dark eyes to you, holding your neck and studying your face like you were the Mona Lisa. “He's gone.”

If you were honest, you no longer care about the man in question, he is nothing but a tiny speck on your radar, ready to be flicked away, as if he were nothing better than a microscopic bug on a windshield. Jackson, however, is the beautiful sunset view stretched out in front of you.

Your phone vibrating in your jeans pocket makes you jump, snapping you out of whatever trance you'd been in, as you scramble to answer it, recognising one of your friends on the caller id.

“Sorry,” you say to him, as your body suddenly feels cold without him pressed against you.

He smiles but gives you the room you need.

“Hello, Jennie?”

“Babe, I'm so sorry.” You hear over the line, apology evident in her tone.

“Don't worry about it, but where the fuck are you guys?”

There's a pause long enough you have to check you still have reception, you put your finger in your other ear. “Jennie?”

“Didn't you get my messages? We're not coming.”

You pull your phone away from your ear and see you have seven unread messages from her, letting out an audible groan, you return the phone to your ear. “Why? What happened?”

“Rose and Lisa both have that stomach thing that's been going around, they're here at my place…throwing up, Jisoo turned up and fled the scene as soon as she could, not that i blame her.” 

You grimace, that does not sound fun, or like anything you want to be a part of. “Ok,” you sigh, attempting to get your head on straight, “do you need anything?”

“A hazmat suit?” She laughs and you can't help but do the same, even if her night has definitely turned out worse than yours.

You notice Jackson glance at you, hearing a one sided conversation but clearly trying not to listen in.

“Na, I'm good, girl. I'm so sorry about tonight, will you be ok getting home?”

You roll your eyes, “I'm a grown woman, I think I can manage to get a cab by myself.”

You hear an amused breath down the phone. 

“I'll call you tomorrow, ok?” You say. “Let me know if you need me to swing by at all.”

“No, go on without me, save yourself…,” her voice gets quieter as she hangs up, making you giggle. 

“Everything ok?” Jackson asks, genuine concern furrowing his brow.

You sigh, returning to your stool at the bar, “I got stood up.”

He frowns and joins you, taking his seat. “By your friends?” 

You nod, unsure whether you want to go home just yet or get to know Jackson a bit more. “Two of them have got some kind of bug.” 

There’s a moment of pensive silence between you.

“Before I spotted you,” he starts, “I was about to leave, I'd been staring into an empty glass long enough.”

You take note of the sudden sadness in his tone and your heart strings tug in his direction.

“If you're ready to go, we can share a cab, if you like?” He asks, seeming somewhat hesitant, amusing seeing as he had his tongue down your throat only a moment ago.

“Sure, that would be great.” 

You can't help the disappointment you feel settling into the pit of your stomach, clearly not ready to cut the night short with him but, understanding in his current heartbreak state, it may not be the best time. 

He grabs his jacket from the chair, draping it over his arm, then pulls out his phone and books a taxi on his app. “Should be here in seven minutes. Shall we head out?”

Nodding, you take the hand he offers you and let him lead you out through the compact crowd on the dancefloor.

The cold night air hits you, a stark contrast to the heat you felt inside, and you feel foolish for not bringing a jacket, forgetting how cool the night air can be.

A shiver runs through you, as you fold your arms across your chest at an attempt to stave off the chill. Jackson must notice, as something caresses your shoulders and when you look down, his jacket is draped around you.

“No, no, it's ok–” 

“I'm afraid I have to insist,” he cuts you off with a challenging smirk and you relent, pulling the thick material around you.

“Thank you,” you reply quietly, as you both walk slowly to the corner of the next road, away from the main entrance of the club.

“So what do you do in your spare time, aside from playing the part of ‘knight in shining armour’?” You ask, into the sudden awkward silence.

His responding laugh lights up the darkness of the night, coupled with a smile so bright that even the sun must envy him.

“That's not a title I've had before.” He glances at you shyly, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. “You want the run down of me huh?”

You nod encouragingly.

“Ok, well, I have a lot of active hobbies, I go running almost everyday, rock climbing at the weekends, I love basketball and I did fencing as a child so I occasionally dip a toe back into it. Aside from that, I play piano and write music, I can speak four languages, I’m allergic to cats, I really hate spicy food, I have an older brother and I work for a fashion company.”

He shrugs at the end like none of it was the slightest bit impressive as you try to process the information.

“You speak four languages?” You ask, unable to hide the shock.

He nods and smiles bashfully. “I mean, yeah, I guess so.”

“How? One is hard enough but four, you’re just gluten for punishment really.”

He laughs again. “Hey, I didn’t say I didn’t find it hard, I guess I'm just very determined.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you pause when you come to the corner and perch on the wall of one of the buildings, the cold stone through your jeans causes you to shiver.

“Your turn.” He takes a seat next to you, watching your face, awaiting your response.

You pause, thinking if you had anything as interesting as that to tell him, feeling slightly embarrassed by your dull life. “Well, I'm not as interesting as you but, I too go running a few times a week and I go to yoga class twice a week, that’s all the physical activity I partake in. I work for an animation studio, which is my dream job and I love it there. I also have an older brother, who annoys the hell out of me but he’s my favourite person in the whole world, although I'd die if he ever found that out.” You both laugh and you can’t help but notice the genuine interest twinkling in his eyes as you talk. “I love lazy sundays of sleeping in, reading and ordering take out. Going out for breakfast is my favourite weekend activity and I’m a sucker for a dessert. I'll choose sweet over savoury every day of the week.”

He opens his mouth to speak but the taxi honking his horn as he arrives in front of you, makes you both jump and steals your attention.

Jackson holds the door open for you and you slide in along the leather seats. Inside it smells of perfume, alcohol and take away, you waste no time opening the window on your side as he climbs in next to you. You tell the driver your address as you're the first drop off and your short journey begins.

“That's quite a statement,” Jackson says over the quiet music on the radio, brow heavy with confusion. “Sweet over savoury?”

“There's not a doubt in my mind about it,” you reiterate, “desserts are the queens of meals.” 

“But what about starters?”

You shrug. “I think they're overrated.”

His mouth pops open as he stares at you, the action so comical you can't help but erupt with laughter. 

“Listen, I could take you to a dessert place that would literally change your life, and I can guarantee you'd move over to my way of thinking.”

He raises a brow. “I love your confidence. I just might have to accept that challenge.”

Your stomach flips at the prospect of seeing him again as you try to quell the excitement blooming inside you. “Well, you better get ready to lose.” You poke your tongue out at him and do not fail to notice the way his eyes travel hungrily to the action but before either of you have a chance to act on it, the car pulls to a stop.

“I think this is you,” Jackson says, getting out of the car and rushing around to open your door. You take the hand he holds out to you and let him pull you gently from the cab. When you’re upright you realise then how close your bodies are once again, basking in the heat from his body and definitely no longer needing the jacket. You tilt your head up to him and your eyes connect in a heated, yet hesitant stare. His hands linger at your hips, suddenly unsure where the boundary is.

“Thank you, for tonight,” you say quietly, every movement seeming so loud outside your apartment building. 

“It was my pleasure.” He smirks and the way your core clenches has you releasing a shaky breath. “Thank you, for taking my mind off things tonight. You proved there is enjoyment after heartbreak, I've barely thought about my ex whilst in your company.”

Your mouth turns up in a smile before you can try and stop it. “I'm happy to oblige any time.”

He opens his mouth but closes it again, eyes still focused on yours but glazed with conflict. “I know the timing isn't great, but would you maybe want to have dinner…or dessert sometime?”

You laugh at the conversation in the cab. Your heart swells in your chest and you take a breath to quell your excitement. “If I give you my number, then you can message me when you're ready, how about that?”

He nods, features soft, kind eyes sweeping over your face as he hands you his phone. This man is so intense, you find it hard to focus on anything, even breathing feels like a struggle when his gaze is on you. You type in your number and save it, before handing it back. He leans in and for a second you prepare yourself for another wild, steamy kiss, but instead his lips meet your cheek in a gentle caress, a featherlight touch that has you wanting more but understanding it's not the right time for him.

You smile and walk over to your building, turning to have one last look at him as you pass the threshold and only regretting it with how devastatingly handsome he looks leaning up against the car, watching and waiting for you to get home safely. As he waves and gives you one last smile so sexy you bite your lips as you watch the door close, separating the two of you and ending your surprising night with him.

[comatosebunny09]

firestarter [ pt. 2 ] | leon k.

genre(s): romance, friends to lovers, erotica, mild angst warning(s): mutual pining, explicit language, female reader, pet names summary: “you’re a shitty liar, you know that?” leon rasps against your lips. etches a sluggish triangle between your mouth and eyes, his breath fanning across your cheeks, turning your brain into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. the hand at your throat doesn’t help matters, squeezing with enough pressure to turn your lungs to cinder. music inspo: champagne cool - jackson wang spin bout u - drake & 21 savage notes: part 2 to this. thank you so much for reading! hope you enjoy! ❤️❤️❤️

It’s a rhythmic tapping that draws you from your catnap.

Knocking that hauls you from the softness of your couch, the news channel droning in the background as you blink away the fog. The floor is icy beneath your feet while you pad over to your front door to answer it. Not really thinking, forgoing the peephole to throw it open.

Sunlight filters in, blinding like a flashbang. You squint against its brilliance, your vision slowly wading through shapes and colors. And if you weren’t already awake before …

“Hey, stranger,” Leon Kennedy drawls from the threshold, tone brassy as if he’s just awoken himself. You feel it in your chest. Curling around you like smoke, weakening your knees.

He bears a youthful smile while he leans against the doorframe in an easy slouch, gazing down at you with such fondness. Clad in grey joggers and a black tee that does little to disguise the power of his body, a slither of abdomen peeking from beneath.

Your lids flutter, dispelling the final vestiges of sleep. Mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, throat growing dry. Your arms fall listlessly at your sides, your voice turning to ash.

He takes your silence as a welcome. Wears a somewhat guilty expression as he holds up a small, white bag, condensation beading inside. “Brought Chinese,” Leon offers, shaking it for good measure. A peace offering more than a greeting. Surprisingly good-natured, considering you’ve dodged him since you returned from your mission a week ago.

You step aside, completely on autopilot. Still dumbfounded as your partner maneuvers past you into your apartment, carrying the scent of ocean waves and teakwood with him. You flinch at the chaste kiss he presses to your cheek. At the graze of a callused palm on your hip, searing you through the fabric of your sweats.

Gaze fixated on the rail in front of your apartment, your lips twitch into a sardonic smile. Least he has food, you inwardly snort, slowly closing the door. Wait for a few beats with your head bowed and your hands frozen on the lock, preparing yourself for the unavoidable.

You square your shoulders with a sigh, trailing after his shadow towards your living room.

But, it’s surprisingly easy to fall back into tempo with him.

With you both sinking into the couch, your legs stretched across his lap. Large hands rubbing your feet, a ghostly smile rounding his lips when you giggle and squeal as he tickles them every so often. Feel at ease when he kneads the muscles of your calves. A softness to his ministrations like he’s missed this—missed you. And you catch him watching you in your peripheral as if he wants to say something. Yet, neither of you wants to break up the monotony of the moment.  

Takeout lies partially eaten on your coffee table. Drinks half full. The T.V. flickers mindlessly over your bodies, the only source of light permeating the darkness of your home. Your attention is elsewhere, dispersed amongst the clouds as you chew on your lip.

Sure, you’re still a little rigid. Still guarded after you bared your thoughts. The dreams haven’t stopped. If anything, they’ve grown in intensity. More vivid, painted across the walls of your hallway, floors, bedroom, the fucking bathroom …

Warmth inhabits your cheeks at the memory. You slap a hand over your face, a muted groan burbling from your throat. You’ve had nothing but time to relive your fantasies, having taken a week off following your reconnaissance mission. Sparingly spoke to the object of your desires, your texts and phone calls brief. Made room for good mornings and good nights, fearing anything longer would result in your partner breaking off whatever this is.   

His hand sears your wrist, slowly drawing it away from your mouth. “You alright?” Leon cautions, wariness dwelling in his timbre.

You nod with your stomach in knots and your heart on your sleeves. Try to ignore how his grip on you lingers and his thumb skates placatingly over the veins of your hand.

“Hey,” he husks. Insistent as ever, tugging you closer toward the safety of his body. An arm slings around your shoulders, nimble fingers creeping under your chin, coaxing you to look at him. “Hey, talk to me.” His proximity makes your head spin. The calmness of his voice squeezes something in your chest. You’re finding it increasingly difficult to breathe. And you’re looking at his mouth without thinking, entranced by how the delicate flesh trembles and parts with each breath. “What’s on your mind?”

You shake your head dismissively, averting your gaze to the side. “N-nothing.” A lie as obvious as the palpable tension between you, and he fucking knows it. He seizes your jaw again, leveling his steely blues with you.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” No. Not really. Because all you’ve wanted to do since he walked through your door was peel his shirt from his shoulders and sit on his—

His chuckle, husky and rich like chocolate, breaks through the swell of lustful thoughts. “You’re a shitty liar, you know that?” Leon says, etching a sluggish triangle between your mouth and hooded lids.

[kathaelipwse]

"You Can’t Hide From Us" (Part 2)

Pairing: Jackson x GN!Reader x BamBam

Genre: FWB! Sick Comfort

Synopsis: After recovering from the illness, you find yourself caught between Jackson and Bambam’s playful yet possessive jealousy. What starts as harmless teasing over who gets more of your attention quickly escalates into a heated battle of affection.

Requested: Yes

Word count: 2.0k

I felt like the other request could be added to the same fic, as a continuation, as it was a same dynamic :)) Enjoyyy!!

It started with something so small.

A casual afternoon, the three of you sprawled out in your apartment, lazily enjoying each other’s company after a long week. The sick spell that had previously knocked you down was long gone, leaving behind only warmth and the familiar comfort of Jackson and Bambam hovering around you like overly affectionate guard dogs. But today, something was… different.

It began when Jackson pulled you into his lap, arms winding around your waist as he nuzzled into your neck. "You spent all morning with Bambam," he murmured against your skin, voice carrying the slightest edge of accusation. "You didn’t even cuddle me once."

Bambam, lounging on the other side of the couch, let out an exaggerated scoff. "Oh, please. You had them all last night! They fell asleep on your chest!" He threw a pillow at Jackson’s head. "Quit being so greedy."

Jackson caught the pillow effortlessly, but his grip around you tightened possessively. "Greedy? I’m just making up for lost time. They’re mine too, you know."

The air between them shifted—just a little. Playful, but thick with something more, something that made your breath catch as you felt Jackson’s fingers press into your hip. Bambam’s eyes darkened as he leaned forward, draping an arm over the back of the couch, tilting his head at you.

"Yeah? Well, if they’re yours, then what does that make them to me?" Bambam’s voice was deceptively sweet, but the sharp glint in his gaze made your stomach twist. "Because I don’t remember agreeing to share."

Jackson’s grip flexed, his jaw tightening. "You don’t get to play the jealous card when you hog them whenever I’m not looking."

"Hog them?" Bambam laughed, but it lacked his usual lightness. "Don’t be mad just because they like spending time with me more."

Oh. Oh.

There it was—the shift from playful to something deeper, something that sent a shiver down your spine. The tension between them was palpable now, both men staring each other down while you sat in the middle, helplessly caught in their battle of possessiveness.

You sighed, pressing a hand to your forehead. "Guys, seriously?"

Neither of them acknowledged you, their gazes locked as Jackson scoffed. "Right. That’s why they’re sitting in my lap right now."

Bambam smirked. "Oh, that just means they’re comfortable. Doesn’t mean they’d pick you over me."

You groaned. "I am literally right here."

"No, no, let’s settle this," Jackson said, voice lower now, his fingers playing idly with the hem of your shirt. "If you had to choose—"

"Don’t even finish that sentence, Jackson Wang."

He had the audacity to pout, but before he could argue, Bambam suddenly stood up, clapping his hands. "Fine. If they won’t pick, we’ll just have to prove who deserves their attention more."

Your stomach dropped. "I don’t like where this is going."

Bambam ignored you, already grabbing his keys. "Give me twenty minutes."

Jackson narrowed his eyes. "What the hell are you up to?"

"Oh, you’ll see."

And with that, he was gone.

You stared after him, then turned back to Jackson, who still had his arms wrapped securely around you. "Should I be worried?"

Jackson hummed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "Nah. Whatever he’s planning, I’ll just do it better."

You sighed. "You two are ridiculous."

"You love it."

You wanted to argue, but his lips brushed against your skin again, and, well… maybe you did love it. Just a little.

---

Twenty minutes later, Bambam returned—triumphant, grinning, holding a beautifully wrapped box of your favorite chocolates. "For you, baby," he cooed, pressing the box into your hands with a wink. "Because I actually pay attention to what you like."

Jackson immediately scoffed, standing up with you still in his arms before setting you on your feet. "That’s cute. Really. But—" He grabbed something from behind the counter, turning back with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. "—I think they deserve something a little more romantic."

Your mouth fell open as you looked between them, each holding out their offerings, smugly challenging each other through you.

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

Bambam’s smirk widened. "Go on, baby. Pick."

Jackson tilted his head. "Yeah. Who do you think deserves your love more?"

Oh, they were really pushing it now.

You took a deep breath, slowly setting both the chocolates and the flowers down on the counter before turning to glare at them. "Alright, that’s enough. Both of you, sit down."

Jackson raised a brow. "Are we in trouble?"

"Yes."

Bambam pouted. "Damn."

Still, they listened, perching on the couch like scolded puppies while you crossed your arms. "I don’t know what kind of dumb competition this is, but let me make one thing clear: I love both of you. Equally. So whatever this little fight is? Stop it. Now."

Silence. Then—

"But I—"

"No."

"Well, technically—"

"Bambam, I swear to God—"

They both sighed, exchanging glances before Jackson finally gave in, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright, alright. We get it."

Bambam leaned back, arms crossed. "Yeah, yeah. Love us both. No favorites. Blah blah."

You narrowed your eyes. "Do I need to kiss you both to make my point?"

Jackson perked up. "I mean—"

You groaned, shoving their shoulders as they laughed, finally letting the tension ease into something softer, something warm. And as they pulled you back onto the couch, cuddling you between them, you realized—

Maybe their jealousy wasn’t so bad after all.

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[mykoreanlove]

II. A night of firsts

>> all chapters

Y/N’s heart pounded against her ribs as she followed the security guard through a private hallway, her fingers gripping the strap of her duffle bag like a lifeline. The echoes of the concert still rang in her ears—the bass, the cheers, the voices. His voice.

And now, she was walking straight toward him.

The exclusive afterparty was held at a luxurious rooftop lounge, the city of Seoul stretching out below like a sea of lights. The music was softer here, the atmosphere more intimate. Unlike the chaotic energy of the concert, this was personal.

Her best friend had begged her to go, had practically pushed her into this moment with wide eyes and squealed excitement.

"Are you kidding me? Jackson Wang personally invited you! You have to go!"

So here she was.

She barely had time to process it before a voice—his voice—broke through the low hum of conversation.

"You actually came."

Her breath caught as she turned.

Jackson stood there, dressed in all black, his jacket slung over one shoulder, dark eyes locked onto hers like she was the only person in the room. Up close, he was even more devastating. His sharp jawline, the way his damp hair fell slightly over his forehead, the faintest sheen of sweat still clinging to his skin from the show.

It was unfair. No one should look this good after two hours of performing.

Y/N managed a small smile, ignoring the way her pulse skipped a beat under his gaze. "I almost didn’t."

Jackson smirked, tilting his head. "And why’s that?"

She hesitated. "Because things like this… they don’t happen to people like me."

His smirk faltered, something softer flickering across his face. He took a step closer, the distance between them shrinking. "What do you mean, ‘people like you’?"

Y/N exhaled, suddenly feeling ridiculous. "I mean… I’m not some celebrity. I’m just a regular girl who happened to be at the right show at the right time."

Jackson studied her for a long moment, as if weighing her words. Then, he chuckled—low, deep, intimate.

"You think this is about timing?" He shook his head. "I saw you, Y/N. I felt something the second our eyes met. And trust me…" His voice dipped slightly, sending a shiver down her spine. "That doesn’t happen every day."

Her stomach flipped.

Was this real?

Was Jackson Wang—global superstar, performer, heartthrob—actually standing here, telling her he felt something?

She searched his face for any sign of teasing, but all she found was quiet certainty.

And that terrified her.

Because she felt it too.

The weight of it. The pull.

"Come on," he said, nodding toward the open rooftop. "Let’s get out of here for a bit."

Y/N hesitated, glancing around at the other people in the lounge—fellow artists, industry insiders, people who belonged in this world in a way she never could.

But then Jackson reached for her hand. Not forcefully, not as a demand—just an invitation. A silent question.

And without thinking, she let him take it.

Seoul’s skyline stretched out before them, lights twinkling against the night sky. A soft breeze cut through the cool air, carrying the distant hum of the city below.

Jackson leaned against the railing, turning to her with a small grin. "So, if you’re not a hardcore fan, how’d you end up at the nestfest?"

Y/N laughed, the tension easing just slightly. "My best friend. She’s obsessed. Jinyoung is her bias. Dragged me there, swore it would be life changing."

Jackson raised an eyebrow. "And? Was it?"

She glanced at him, her heartbeat betraying her. "More than I expected."

A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips.

Silence settled between them—not awkward but charged. The kind of silence that made every breath feel louder, every glance heavier.

"You know," Jackson said after a moment, his voice quieter now, "I don’t usually do this."

Y/N frowned. "Do what?"

"Go after someone from the audience. Invite them here. Talk like this." He turned to face her fully, his gaze steady. "But tonight… I couldn’t help myself."

Her throat went dry.

She had no idea what to say.

Because no matter how many times she told herself this was surreal, that this couldn’t be happening—the way he was looking at her?

Like she was the only thing in the world that made sense?

That felt real.

"I don’t know what this means," Jackson admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly looking almost shy. "But I don’t want this to be just some passing moment."

Y/N swallowed. "What do you want it to be?"

Jackson studied her, his dark eyes flickering between her lips and her eyes.

And then—slowly, deliberately—he reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers barely grazing her skin.

"I guess we’ll have to find out."

>> next chapter

[anniebeckcalla]

:miles and gwen: [mark lee x reader]

non-idol au. wc: 825 tw: slight bullying (wonyoung is a bully) fluff (ofc) mark and y/n don't know each other before meeting

It was 12am, and the party was in full swing. It was Halloween themed, held at the one and only Jackson Wang's small apartment. As you might expect with a party of this type, there were way too many people who'd been invited and were now crammed in the living room and kitchen. Bodies were everywhere, moving in and out of tune with the loud music, swaying as they drunkenly poured themselves another glass of alcohol or snogging in the dark corners behind the sofa and doors.

You felt absolutely mortified. You had learned about the party via Jackson's Snapchat story (silly way to get invited to a party in the first place, especially considering that you didn't even know Jackson that well). Excitedly, you had dug into your wardrobe, pulling out your white Gwen Stacey Spiderman outfit with the assumption that you were going along to a dress-up party. (In your defence, it was Halloween.)

You had realised your mistake the moment you'd stepped into the flat. Everyone was donned normally, (even Jackson himself) with the exception of a few girls in skimpy dresses with matching halos and wings (and a lousy attempt at fake blood pencilled around their mouths.) Everyone had started snickering when they'd laid eyes on you, finding it funny that someone was dressed in a Spiderman outfit on Halloween. You'd pretended to laugh with them as you grabbed a cup of juice, determined not to be driven out by their laughs and sneers. (and also because it was pouring with rain outside)

But now, as the lights of the cheap disco light flickered across your outfit and the loud house songs rang deep into your ear canal, you realised that perhaps you had wasted this Halloween, and you looked an absolute fool. Your thoughts were confirmed when the beautiful Jang Wonyoung (in a blue angel dress) sashayed over in your direction, her minions in tow.

“I think you came to the wrong place, y/n,” she smiled, twirling a slender finger around a lock of her luscious dark hair. “This is a house party, not a fancy dress event at the Wacky Warehouse.” Her friends laughed loudly in response. You looked down, tears blurring your view. Your cloth mask made it tricky to see and breathe.”I'm sorry, Wonyoung,” you muttered. “I didn't hear you, spider girl,” Wonyoung drawled. “It's not like you have anything interesting to say, anyway. I'd just go home right now while I still have the chance. You're making this place look dirty.”

Before Wonyoung's group could laugh along, someone shouted, “Look, it's Miles Morales!” Everyone became abuzz as someone walked into the room, carrying several boxes of pizza…dressed in a Spiderman Miles Morales outfit. As a result of the rain outside, the newcomer was soaking wet and their trainers were caked in mud, but you didn't care about that. All that mattered was that the someone who had crashed the party just happened to be your matching Spiderman.

“Ah, Mark, our pizza delivery man for the night!” Jackson yelled jovially. “Thanks, lad! Won't you stay for the party?” Mark laughed as he placed the pizzas on the coffee table. “Nah, this isn't really my sort of thing. I just thought I'd stop by and pretend to be Spiderman delivering pizzas. It is Halloween, after all.” He looked down at the crowd scrambling for pizzas. “Why is nobody dressed up?” he questioned. Then he just happened to look over in your direction. He held his hands out as he walked towards you, rather as if you were an old friend, “Hey, Gwen!” he laughed. “Uh…hey, Miles,” you giggled shyly.

Mark pulled off his Spiderman mask, and you (and everyone else) were rather breathtaken by who was underneath. Mark's cheeks were tinged a pleasant rose from the moisture of the mask, his hair damp from the rain. His cheeks were dimpled from the large smile on his face, and his eyes gazed deeply into yours as if he'd known you forever. You pulled off your own mask timidly, and in the moment that you and Mark stood there standing in front of each other, it was like nobody else existed.

“Well…you seem a little lonely there in the corner,” Mark said. He lowered his voice as he leaned near your ear. “Do you want to leave with me? I mean, you don't know me, so you can always say no-”

“Yes, I'll go with you,” you replied eagerly, eyes shining as you clasped your hands. “Let's be Miles and Gwen together. I don't even care if I don't know you that much, or if it's raining.” “Good. Let's go,” Mark said. You both made your way to the exit.

“Weirdoes,” Wonyoung muttered as you went. You were delighted to realise that you didn't care in the slightest.

“Yo, guys,” Jackson shouted. “Why didn't any of you dress up like them? It's a Halloween party, for goodness’ sake!”

[ajaxbell]

I have watched the Jackson Wang video that all my feeds have been fretting over all day. I probably need therapy now. This is very clearly I freed myself then you locked me in and made entertainment out of my struggle and you didn't even care that it killed me.

This poor sweet boy. I hope this is just purging suffering that he's already past. Whew this hurts, it reads to me as a pure queer struggle. I think a lot about how I often perceive certain media as queer, and while we've joked about gaydar for years, I really feel I do see when something is made by queers for queers. And then I get out in the heteronormative world and discover all those people saw something completely different than I did. So I'm curious to what other folks are getting from this. For me this video is giving a very rough almost out of the closet and safe and then forced back in and punished. The bleeding rawness (uh literally I guess) to it feels to me like the suffocating torment of being forced to be someone other than your true self. The airlessness of being trapped in the closet.

Youtube offered this up to me with Jackson Wang's comment: All my life I never really told you who I truly am.

how I really feel.

maybe it’s not something people want to listen to. maybe it’s not something people even care about.

I’ve spent the last year understanding the Jackson I have always been avoiding.

let me tell you the truth I see.

It’s all in this album

Let the story begin.

HIGH ALONE OUT NOW.

So I am hoping hoping h o p i n g that this means he has freed himself and this video is the story of past feelings. But goddamn this is beyond evocative, it's heartwrenching and deseperate and feels much too much like my own past trapped queer self, and like what so many of my friends have expressed. Please, universe, free this man.

Also I am probably never watching this video again. Like seriously maybe in therapy? But I don't really need to break my own heart a second time experiencing this again.

[jinxhallows]

ɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ | ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴡᴀɴɢ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

☾ -- ɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ

ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴡᴀɴɢ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ, 𝟷𝟾+, ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ 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

[pynkgothicka]

Request: can you write where OC who is in the police force/ a detective and trying to catch the world notorious mafia king (no one knows what he looks like). OC found an injured jimin and helped him. Jimin became madly obsessed with oc, stalked oc and kidnapped oc and made oc his

Ｗｉｃｋｅｄ Ｇａｍｅｓ ＰＪＭ

Synopsis - Your a new detective who gets put on a rough case to solve a string of cocaine over doses.

Pairing - Yandere! Jimin x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Toni Braxton, Jackson Wang (Begrudgingly.)

Tags and Warnings - Drug mentions, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Jimin being a little bit mean, sexual tones towards the end

Authors Note - I need to write more mob boss fics. Tis was fun.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Your office was blistering cold as you stared at a huge file on your desk.

You were tasked with connecting and solving a string of cocaine related deaths. Your boss, the police chief Toni, had gave you the case hoping to give you experience with a big case rather than a little one for your first case under the detective title.

But the scenes you saw with this case haunted you. Slacked jaws and frothing mouths. All while the environments around them showed their hopeless situation. You felt bad for the men, probably all dealing with addiction.

You were shaken from your thoughts as the door opened, Toni handing in a weeks worth of lab data. “The lab work for the coke came back. All of the various samples provided were all of the same, and get this, were all stronger and more concentrated.”

“That would make sense, all these men who died we're big named in the crime world.” You added standing up, grabbing both badge and gun. “That would make all the deaths planned! I'm going out, doing one last swoop of some of the crime scenes. I think I'm looking past a bigger picture.”

“Well who do you think it is?"

“I don't know. But I think it's a power play thing. I just need to do investigate more! got this!” You said rushing out of your office, leaving a stunned Toni.

She began to look at your board, seeing towards the end of your board a blank face with the name Jimin written in red ink. He had no connection to the case, but you were considering him.

Toni took a deep breath before shaking her head. “This can't be good...God please protect her…”

🔍

As you drove down to the first crime scene, you tried to clarify any leads as who it could possibly be. This has been your focus for the last week, and you had to prove your worth to Toni. It was a personal goal, but hopefully a goal that would be in good favor.

When you pulled into the first crime scene, the place was obviously a party house. The yard and peeking inside, were both messy. Jackson Wang's body was found here, a known crime boss and partier. This was probably one of his go to rental spaces for parties.

You walked past the yellow tape and glanced at the main room. It reeked of booze and death. The table that sat right in front of Jackson's deathbed was still messy as the night of his death. What's a better place to start looking again rather than here?

The table had split drinks, which were now sticky, all over it. But what caught your eye was a brown paper bag. Upon a closer examination, there was a small “P” written on the top. You rose a brow at that. Then you picked it up, looking inside to see more coke.

What drug dealer would mark their works at a and then leave it there once the area became a crime scene? Wouldn't they want to get rid of any connection to the death? More so why hadn't the police picked it up during their first sweep through? Toni was initially over this case, and she didn't seem to be the type to leave crucial evidence behind.

You slipped on a glove and picked up the brown paper bag, putting it into a small zip lock bag you'd brought. Maybe this would be the key to figuring out the cases? You’d just have to visit the other spots and see if the bag was there as well.

Upon your way out you heard a loud gutteral yell. You followed the sound seeing a dark haired man holding his abdomen. He hissed as he slid down the wall. His assailant hurried off, but you didn't have time to chase him up on close inspection of the injured man. Blood began to seep through his shirt.

“Holy shit! Sir, I…I'm going to bring you to the nearest hospital. Just hold onto me while I bring you to my car.” He gave you a small nod, almost as if he had a choice in the matter. You refused to let this man die.

You got down to his side, grabbing his arm to lift him up. You carried his body to the back seat of your car. He kept hissing and groaning, but you settled him down with a cold water bottle you had. “Keep this on or near the wound. It will slow down your blood flow so you don't lose as much.” You then quickly got in and cranked the engine, setting the car to drive.

🔍

Jimin laid in the hospital bed, eyes trained to his right, watching as you slept. The amount of love he held for you, reached no boundaries. Jimin knew he was obsessed, but it's not like he could do anything about it.

Once Jimin saw something he wanted, he had to have it.

Jimin had everything planned out.

The police station was already deep in his grasp majority of them being corrupt and self serving. Especially Toni.

Police Chief Toni Braxton was one of his ex’s. It was a relationship that ended months ago and something he didn't miss. However he knew for a fact she missed him.

All it took was hint the possibility of getting back together. And with that Toni almost immediately to fell into her place for his plan.

“Jimin, I still love you. I know I shouldn't but I do.” Toni told him. He knew if he visited her apartment, she would be all over him again. Which was correct, as she was already on his lap, and he hadn't been there not even 30 minutes.

“Oh baby, I'm willing to bring back what we had. I missed all this.” Jimins hand grasped at her ass hard, knowing she'd bruise. Toni let out a small gasp as Jimin continued. “I just need you to do a small favor for me.”

“Anything for you. You know that.”

“You know that new detective you promoted baby? I want her on my case.” Jimin said leaning into Toni's neck, leaving small hickies.

“Why?” She gasped out. Her hand went to his face, pushing his eyes to meet hers. She placed her forehead on his own, lips almost about to connect.

“You know I don't wanna get caught now? She won't be able to catch me, catch us. Just do it until I get things together, then we can have that life we always talked about.” And with that Jimin connected her lips, sealing his ask with a small hot and heavy makeout.

That marked down Toni, next he needed to play hurt. But he knew he couldn't just fake being seriously hurt. He'd already contacted the hospital about his plan, in hope that they'd receive a small extra shipment of what he has to offer.

So he got one of his guys to stab him in the alley by that dickhead Jackson's place. He knew you'd have to revisit as he made sure to leave some things missing from the initial crime scene. Once Jimin saw you, he waited a few minutes before whispering a small now for his man to stab him.

And it hurt.

It fucking felt like he'd been shot, but ten times worse. The stab wasn't deep but still.

But he was relieved as he saw your worried expression come into view.

All of that hard work led to now, him watching your slumbering face. You'd refused to leave his side upon arrival and he couldn't be more grateful for it. You had such a sweet heart. More so you couldn't see the game he was playing.

He was so rudely pulled from his gaze as Toni walked in, brown locs pulled into a pony tail. She took off her uniform seemingly to present herself to him. Her white button down had a few unbuttoned near the top and her pants hugged her curves just right.

It left such a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Jimin! I heard you were hurt.” She turned around looking at your passed out form in the chair. “She's still here?”

“Yeah. Why are you here Toni? The hospital doesn't play with visitors. They're allowing her to stay as mine right now.” He rambled on.

A lie.

But just maybe he could piss her off enough to where she could go on her own accord. But Toni only came closer hands resting on his shoulder.

“I know, I just worry about you. Shes begun to piece things together.” Toni kissed at his temple. “I just hope she doesn't end up getting hurt. I can't have you go to jail for murder now.”

Jimin shrugged Toni away. “Just not right now. I'm actually fucking hurting and all you can think about is her. Obsessed much?”

Hypocrite.

Toni took a step back before letting out a huff. “Fine. I'll text you later whenever your not being a asshole. Make sure my detective gets back safe.”

Jimin knew damn well he was going to do the exact opposite. In fact she was never going to see him nor you ever again. As soon as Toni walked through the door, she just about secured his and your future together.

“Don't worry baby, I got some men coming get us. It's going to be so nice. I'm happy your played along with all this. I love you.”

[hollywoodfamerp]

WELCOME TO THE EXCELSIOR HOTEL GALLIA

Right in the middle of Milan, you'll find our home away from home for this trip. The Excelsior Hotel Gallia is a five star luxury escape known for its remarkable spirit and prestigious pedigree. When you're not enjoying our fashion show or the rest of what the city has to offer, our celebrities will be able to relax at the spa and salt cabin, enjoy a plethora of the best Italian cuisine, and take in the sights of the city at the rooftop bar.

Under the cut is the roommates list. Couples have been roomed together and everyone else was randomized by a generator. If you have been roomed with another fc that you play, please message us politely and we will fix it asap! Roommates are subject to change due to unfollows, follows, activity check etc. so please like this post to keep up to date on any changes.

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Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Josephine Skriver

Adria Arjona and Mason Mount

Akanishi Jin and Lee Sunmi

Alexa Bliss and Joe Jonas

Alycia Debnam Carey and Wong Kunhang

Ana de Armas and Jensen Ackles

Andrew Garfield and Florence Pugh

Anne Hathaway and Xu Minghao

Anya Taylor Joy and Vanessa Merrell

Ariana DeBose and Miles Teller

Ariana Grande and Emma Mackey

Ashley Fliehr (Charlotte Flair) and Demi Bennett (Rhea Ripley)

Ashton Irwin and Harry Styles

Aubrey Plaza and Renee Rapp

Austin Butler and Beyoncé

Awsten Knight and Renee Paquette (Renee Young)

Bae Joohyun (Irene) and Maxence Danet-Fauvel

Barry Keoghan and David Tennant

Bella Hadid and Troian Bellisario

Benson Boone and Manu Ríos

Bill Skarsgard and Lauren Jauregui

Billie Eilish and Mazz Murray

Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds

Brittany Baker and Cha Eunwoo

Byun Baekhyun and Megan Thee Stallion

Cameron Boyer and Christina Aguilera

Candice Swanepoel and Tom Hardy

Cari Fletcher and Victoria de Angelis

Cate Blanchett and Choi San

Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten) and Jackson Wang

Chloe Bailey and Josh O’Connor

Choi Minho and Kim Ahyoung (Yura)

Choi Soobin and Jeon Wonwoo

Chou Tzuyu and Lupita Nyong’o

Chris Evans and Naomi Scott

Chris Pine and Sam Claflin

Christian Yu and Kim Jisoo

Christopher Bang (Bang Chan) and Hwang Hyunjin

Cillian Murphy and Jonathan Bailey

Colby Lopez (Seth Rollins) and Rebecca Quin (Becky Lynch)

Dakota Johnson and Sam Heughan

Damiano David and Ethan Torchio

Danny Amendola and Olivia Culpo

Diamanté Quiava Valentin Harper (Saweetie) and Kim Hongjoong

Dove Cameron and Sophie Turner

Dua Lipa and Joseph Quinn

Elizabeth Lail and Jason Sudeikis

Emily Blunt and John Krasinski

Emma Stone and Vanessa Hudgens

Georgia Tennant and Liam Hemsworth

Gigi Hadid and Ryan Gosling

Glen Powell and Romee Strijd

Hailee Steinfeld and Leigh-Anne Pinnock

Hailey Baldwin and Luke Hemmings

Halle Bailey and Olivia Rodrigo

Hannah Waddingham and Jenna Lyons

Harry Kane and Momgo Hirai

Isabela Merced and Lily Collins

Jack Grealish and Lily James

Jack Lowden and Saoirse Ronan

Jang Gyuri and Veronica Merrell

Jenna Ortega and Perrie Edwards

Jeon Jungkook and Lucy Hale

Jeremy Allen White and Maika Monroe

Jessica Chastain and Madelyn Cline

Jessica Lange and Sarah Paulson

Joe Burrow and Rylee Arnold

Joe Keery and Kelsea Ballerini

Joe Locke and Kit Connor

Jonathan Good (Jon Moxley) and Nick Robinson

Jordyn Woods and Niall Horan

Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) and Kim Taehyung

Jung Wooyoung and Taylor Hill

Jung Yoonoh (Jaehyun) and Lee Taeyong

Kang Seulgi and Pedro Pascal

Kathryn Hahn and Shawn Mendes

Kendall Jenner and Sabrina Carpenter

Kim Jongin (Kai) and Lee Taemin

Kim Jungwoo and Lucas Wong

Kim Mingyu and Sana Minatozaki

Kim Minjeong (Winter) and Yoo Siah (YooA)

Kim Namjoon and Min Yoongi

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) and Mark Lee

Lee Felix and Sydney Sweeney

Lee Jeno and Na Jaemin

Lili Reinhart and Zoë Kravitz

Margot Robbie and Sebastian Stan

Matt Smith and Tate McRae

Mercedes Justine Varnado (Sasha Banks) and Pamela Martinez (Bayley)

Meryl Streep and Pierce Brosnan

Natalia Dyer and Tom Holland

Nicholas Galitzine and Taylor Zakhar Perez

Nick Jonas and Selena Gomez

Olivia O’Brien and Rihanna

Park Seonghwa and Shemar Moore

Paul Mescal and Zendaya Coleman

Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce

Xiao Dejun (Xiaojun) and Yoo Jimin (Karina)

Vanessa Kirby and Zac Efron

Taron Egerton and Valentina Zenere

Chris Hemsworth and Skeet Ulrich

[luvyeni]

Jackson Wang throwing a party is now an integral writing trope, a time honored classic like hurt and comfort, there is only one bed, locked in a small room together, on this day we introduce Jackson Wang throwing a party into the hall of classic writing tropes.

But forreal though, I saw some tiktok all 'I was reading Bridgerton fanfics and Jackson Wang was hosting the ball', and it made me remember a few different stories I found while reading Got7 fics. A few of the oddest ones I saw Jackson thrown into have been a Supernatural fic, a Spiderman fic, and a Harry Potter fic; it's just like so weird and always out of place. Like I understand Jackson being in a Got7 fic since he's in that group, maybe even a Monsta X and BTS fic, since he's friends with them, maybe even SKZ since same company and all; but like they be pulling out Jackson in the most random fics ever. It'll be like a Drarry love story and they be pulling out Jackson as the host of a ball the two are attending and stuff.

right like kpop fics i understand , i think it just crazy because why is he in hogwarts throwing a party? get that man outta there 😭

[creepywrites]

Real names

Jeff the Killer- Jeffrey woods

Liu- Liu Woods

Ben- Ben Lawman

Sally Dawn- Sally Dawn (formerly Williams)

Sam Williams- Sam Williams

Milo the Electrocuted- Milo Moretti

Lulu- Lucille Greatfield

Clockwork- Natalie Rogers (formerly Quellette)

Zero- Zero

Jane the killer- Jane Vaughn Richardson (formerly Richardson)

Mary Vaughn- Mary Vaughn

Jane Everlasting- Jane Arkensaw

Vailly Evans- Vailly Evans

Nathan the nobody- Nathan Lux

Crystal the Hidden- Crystal Lux

Eyeless Jack- Jack Nyras

Kate the chaser- Kate Hayes

Rouge- Heather Marshall

Wilson the basher- Wilson Marshall (formerly Warren)

X-virus- Cody Rogers

Lazari- Lazari Swann

Stripes- Eloise Bellarose

Kaidy- Kaidy Zalgo

Senora Zalleen- Pandora Zalleen s.

Rasika- Rasika

Nina the killer- Nina Hopkins

Puppeteer- Puppeteer (formerly Johnathan Blake)

Zachary- Zachary Gibson

Emra- Emra Aldrige

Bloody painter- Helen Otis

Suicide Sadie- Sadie nanook (formerly Bennett)

Roadwalker- Zayner Nanook

Judge angel- Dina Angela-Otis (formerly Clark)

Nurse Ann- Ann Mia

Randy- Randy Harrison

Sully- Sully Harrison

Keith- Keith Davis

Troy- Troy Green

Dollmaker- Vaughn Volikov

Svetlana- Svetlana Volikov

Vicky genocidal- Victoria Ross

Hannah the killer- Hannah Jackson

Lily Kennett-Lily Kennett

Hung iris- Iris Illman

Lifeless Lucy- Lucy Jones

Asylum Nancy- Nancy Adams

Chris the Revenant- Chris Myers

Monday Child- Christabel Smith

Laughing Jill- Laughing Jill

Laughing Jack- Laughing Jack

Toby- Tobias Rogers

Lurking Lyra- Lyra Rogers

Killing Kate- Katherine  Knight

Lost Silver- Lost Silver (formerly Hibiki)

Cata the Killer- Cata Blackwood

Rotten Abigail- Abigail Walker

The Hare- Lin Wang

The Doll- Andrea Stevens

Raven- Manon Plume

Anna Schurks- Anna Schurk

Weeping forest- Jenifer Rhynes

Nightmare Ally- Adeline Abendroth

Red Death- Sifreid Gadriel

Gas mask maid- Marion Gadriel

Tim- Timothy Wright

Jessica- Jessica Locke

Taylor- Taylor Locke

Ellie- Ellie Aimoto

Labrador- Dean Lupei

Moth boy- Benjamin Miller

Starved angel- Lyet (formerly Matthew Lyet Campbell)

Sketcher- Sakura Aki

Sarah Erickson- Sarah Erickson

Hannya- Momoko Yamashita

Rosie- Dorothy Wilder

Hunter the proxy- Ethan Wilder

Doctor Irina- Irina Kennett

Deborah- Deborah Robison

Lucy the cannibal- Lucille Johnson

Andie Rosslyn- Andie Rosslyn

[pars-ley]

saw your drabble game. weird request but can you do jackson and the genre be idol with the plot having something to do with that video of him inviting that girl on a yacht with him. do you know what I mean? lol and the prompt be ""The way you taste, the feeling of your lips, you're like a drug to me." you can make it smutty. thank you and congratulations.

Title: Feeling lucky Pairing: Idol Jackson Wang x female reader Summary: Meeting a stranger and being invited to a party was one thing, but what happens when you get invited onto the Jackson Wang’s boat party? Genre: Strangers to lovers / Idol au / Smut /  Rating: 18+ (NSFW) Warnings: Casual sex / protected sex / finger play / breast play / oral (male receiving)  / Swearing W/C: 2.4k Banner: @94ugh who smashed it with this one! Beta: @hobeemin saved the day again! Notes: Thank you so much for this request anon, I hope i did it justice for you. Anyone who enjoys this please re-blog or comment or send me an ask, i'd really appreciate it!

You walk along the seafront, watching the sun slowly beginning its descent, preparing for the beautiful sunset. Sighing as the light dances across your skin, a warm caress you had missed while working so hard as of late. There was music playing from one of the boats up ahead, clearly from a party, judging by the amount of people you could see. You stop and lean over the railing, looking down at the sea below, the waves crashing gently against the wall, inviting you to join them and get swept away.

Someone laughs loudly on the boat beside you, drawing your attention again as they throw their arms around someone in a hug. You lock eyes with a man staring your way, completely oblivious that you are being watched, and his lips tug up into a sweet, sideways smile. Your cheeks flush slightly as you return one to the handsome stranger.

You can't help but think you've seen him before but unable to connect the familiarity. Glancing around to ensure the smile was meant for you, you notice a few people around with their phones out, filming him. He's definitely someone known, and you've definitely seen him.

He bites his lip and looks around the boat, searching for something, before returning to you. His friends around him are talking and oblivious, but he's fixated on you. 

“Hey yo, excuse me,” he calls out.

You glance around, noting a few eyes on you, and point to yourself. He nods and beckons you, waving an arm towards him and calling, “Come on, come aboard.”

You hesitate, feeling self-conscious as people on the boat stare, awaiting your response. The boat already looks ready to leave.

“Is she going to get on Jackson's boat?” You hear a whisper from those around you and instantly connect the dots. Jackson Wang. 

Your feet are moving before you register the action, heading to the gangway that had already been pulled away from the dock.

“Hey, wait, wait, let her on!” He calls out to the people by the entrance.

The boat halts before it gains any traction, and they bring out the walkway once more.

You can feel the slight hesitation making a knot in your belly, but one look at his face is enough to push any doubt away. Intrigue takes over, and you pull yourself on. The walkway wobbles slightly under you, but you move quickly along it and step onto the deck.

“Thank you,” you say quietly to the two men pulling the walkway back. They nod at you and head off down the boat.

“Hey,” Jackson says as he jogs over to you. I'm glad you could make it. I'm Jackson.” He holds out a hand for you to shake, but when you do, he brings your hand to his lips instead, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles. The feeling of his warm, soft lips on your skin sends goosebumps down your arm, and you resist the shiver that travels through you. 

“Y/n.” Your reply sounds much more confident than you feel under his burning gaze.

“It's great to meet you. Welcome aboard.” His warm smile settles you as the boat glides slowly away from the marina. 

You look back at the dock, growing in distance, biting your lip, knowing there's no going back now.

“Would you like a drink?” 

You relax a little at the thought. “Yes, please.”

He holds out his arm and you thread yours through it, following his lead to the bar. 

The boat was impressive, and there were people everywhere; he introduced you to some as you walked through, and you smiled and spoke politely, but all you were interested in was him. 

He led you to a stall at the bar, where he sat adjacent to you. People seemed to dissipate and give you some space, which you were thankful for. After ordering your favourite drink, you turned your attention back to him. 

“So, y/n, do you live nearby?” He’s completely focused on you, his eyes never leaving yours as he sips his drink.

Shaking your head, you reply, “I'm on holiday, actually.”

“By yourself?”

When you nod, his brows jump in surprise. “What's that like?” The perplexed stare he gives makes you giggle.

“It takes some getting used to,” you admit, “but I love it. You can do whatever you want, whenever you want. There is no compromising, just living completely selfishly, even if only temporarily.”

Scrubbing his chin pensively, he considers your words.

“I heard this quote once, and ever since, I have said it to myself like a mantra: 'Wherever you go, go with all your heart.’ If there's something I want, I go for it. If there's something I don't want to do, I say no. It's quite empowering, being unapologetically yourself.”

He stares at you, grinning, and you begin to feel a little self-conscious. “What?”

He leans forward, closing some of the distance between you. “That is one of the most honest things I've ever heard. I'm actually a little envious.”

Now, that you didn't expect. “Haven't you ever just given into your desires and pushed everything else on the back burner?” you wonder.

He hesitates briefly before answering, “Not too often, I must admit, but it does intrigue me.”

Smiling, you take a gulp of your drink. Your knee rests against his lightly, and the alcohol heads straight to your core, warming you and making you brave.

“You should try it,” you say, smiling at him over your glass.

“Maybe.” His eyes hold yours, searching, trying to read you. “So answer me this: you came on this boat, why?”

Shrugging, you reply, “I had no plans, and a handsome stranger invited me. What better way to spend my evening?”

You note a slight pink tinge on his cheeks and neck as he tries to hide a smile.

“Why did you invite me?” you shoot back.

His eyes narrow at you momentarily, his gaze still baring into you as if he's found the holy grail. “There's something about you. I can't put my finger on it, but it's something that makes me want to get to know you.”

Laying your hand on the bar, fingertips millimetres away from his, you don't miss the way his eyes flicker to them before returning to your face. 

“Ok, next question,” he continues, “you're on holiday, now on this boat with me; what’s today's desire?”

His question was genuine and mostly innocent, but your initial thoughts were anything but. Downing your drink and sliding the empty glass on the wooden bar back to the bartender, you allow your fingers to skate lightly across Jackson's. “You.”

He sits up straighter, eyes darting from one of yours to the other. When you smirk at him, he realises how serious you are, a sudden heat burning in his gaze. You watch in fascination as his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. “I want you to know that that's not why I invited you on here. All that was on my agenda was getting to know each other.” 

You nod, hearing his earnest words and believing them. “I know, and we still can…later. You asked me what I desire, and right now, that’s you.” Standing from your stool, you slot yourself between his legs, “If you want that too, then take me somewhere, private.”

His hands hover over your waist, lightly toying with the material of your sundress as he mulls your offer over. “Wherever you go, go with all your heart,” he whispers, more to himself than you, you think. He leans in so close that his lips tease yours with a ghostly touch before standing abruptly and taking your hand in his. " Come on,” he says, his voice suddenly raspy with desire as he pulls you along the corridors of the boat. 

You can barely think straight from the prospect of his hands on you as you rush to try and keep up with him. He finally stops, pulling out a keycard to unlock the door you stand in front of, and as soon as that door closes, he’s on you. Your back pressed firmly against the wood, one hand leaning against it, boxing you in, and the other on your lower back, pushing you against him. His lips are on you, hard and urgent, exploring your mouth with his. As your tongues dance, your arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer. He uses this opportunity to slide his hands down the back of your thighs and lift them out from under you. Instantly, you clamp them around his waist as he carries you effortlessly across the room and lays you gently on the bed. Your mouths break apart as he sits back on his knees, and his fingers slither up your legs and under your dress. When he reaches your underwear, he pauses, waiting for confirmation, and when you nod, he pulls them off and tosses them aside. He delicately lifts your sundress, and his eyebrows knit together, pained, as he studies your most intimate area. 

“You’re so wet already,” he whispers. Bucking your hips up in desperation for his touch, he finally obliges, sliding his fingers along your folds until he finds that sensitive bud and begins to circle it like a predator before attacking their prey. 

You moan as your back arches with pleasure, your orgasm a teasing figure in the distance. He leans down, his body above yours, so he can kiss you again, brushing his lips down a pathway along your neck. He pulls the neckline of your sundress down, freeing your naked breasts, and his eyebrows pop up in surprise, making you giggle. But your amusement is soon forgotten when his lips encase one of your hard nubs, and he sucks, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to your core. As his tongue caresses your nipples and his fingers continue the relentless ministrations on your swollen clit, you can’t help but writhe under him. He thrusts onto you, his clothed erection rubs against the inside of your thigh, and the thought of him being desperate for you turns you on more than anything. He lifts his head to capture your mouth in a kiss once again, and your teeth find anchorage in his bottom lip. The moan he lets out is so sinful you push him off you and onto his back, needing to please him and needing to hear that sound again. The surprise on his face would make you laugh if you weren’t so intent on making him cry out instead. Focusing on the button on his jeans and pulling them down his legs, he helps you and sends another item of clothes flying. When you free him from his boxers, he bites his lip, his erection popping out and landing with a thud on his belly. You waste no time in grabbing him and closing your mouth around him, moving with a precise pace, tongue swirling as you go and your hand working at the base. 

“Shit, fuck, y/n.” He breathes as he bucks up into your mouth. You swallow him into your throat, and the whine that escapes him makes you feel smug and satisfied with yourself. You’re torn between wanting to tease him until he begs but being so needy yourself and impatient for a release. Your selfishness wins as you pull yourself off of him.

“Condom?” you ask. He leans over to the bedside table, rummaging around in the drawer before pulling out the plastic foil package. He tears it with his teeth and wastes no time sliding it down his length. You straddle him and ease yourself down onto him as he stretches you most deliciously. You give yourself a moment to adjust. 

He sits up, and his lips meet yours in a slow, gentle kiss, completely changing the mood.

Lifting the dress over your head and discarding it, you do the same with his black vest, revelling at the sight of his muscular frame, sliding your hands down his back to appreciate his body while you begin to grind your hips. His hands find anchorage on your buttocks, guiding your movements and keeping them slow. He hits that spot inside you once, twice, three times, and with each time you moan into his mouth.

“You feel so good around me, my god.” He whispers, his words causing you to clench around him, making him jolt. Rotating your hips, the two of you keep a delicious pace in perfect sync. You jolt when his thumb finds your clit, circling with the same speed you were moving. A familiar pull low in your stomach tightens, your orgasm approaching faster than you were ready for. 

“Fuck, I just want you inside me all night.” you sigh, head thrown back as his lips explore your throat; his groan vibrates against your skin and only increases your pleasure.

“The way you taste, the feeling of you on my lips, you're like a drug to me.” he responds, “I can’t get enough of you.”

One of his hands finds your hair, gently grasping a fistful. He pulls your head to kiss him, his lips devouring yours so desperately you could hardly breathe. But who needed to breathe when you were this close to flying off the peak of the mountain?  

Unimaginable heat consumes you as the knot in your stomach grows tight, and your hips move clumsily but desperately as you chase your release. As the volume of your moans increases, so does his as he realises how close you are.

“That’s it, baby, come on, come for me,” he says softly, sending delicious chills down your spine. Those words are your undoing as you unravel helplessly around him, body twitching and core clenching around him, milking him to orgasm. He clings onto your body tightly as his erection pulses inside you, warm seed spilling into the condom. As you both ride out your high and come back down to earth, you collapse onto the bed, side by side, legs still entwined.

“You,” he says between pants, “are incredible.” leaning over, his lips connect to yours once more, this time seeming hesitant for the first time tonight. You pull him down to you, kissing him back slowly but passionately, and when you break away, he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“You mentioned something about wanting me inside you all night?” he arches a brow at you, challenging your statement. “That can absolutely be arranged.”

Biting your bottom lip at the thought, your core clenches around nothing, and your heart goes into overdrive all over again. “I hope so. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”