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Wandering souls !Prologue! [ Roger Taylor x F!Reader ]

Words : 1,700 K +

Warnings : language, angst, broken heart, roger’s being a dick,

Summary : Soulmate!AU. Reader and Roger are soulmates. Reader is happy to finally find her other half. Roger don’t believe in these bullshits and don’t accepted her . But they quickly understand that they have no choice but to be around each other. . How reader is suppose to be happy with someone who don’t want anything to do with her ?

Note : I’m such a sucker for Soulmated!AU fanfic !! If you got any good ones about Queen and Borhap, please send the links to me ! Anyway so here is my new baby, probably a series with a lot of angst and drama on the menu, Roger is having too much fun for stop it for just one girl and Reader, who didn’t ask anything, find herself attracted to someone who don’t want anything to do with her. Yup, love definitively sucks.

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@/ none of these gifs are mine xx

Roger Taylor always found this concept of soulmate unhealthy and absolutely unfair. He wished to never meet his. He loved his life the way it was, with different girls every night and endless fun in tours. A soulmate would just tied him up to someone and that was the last thing he wanted : to be dependant of a complete stranger only because the fucking universe decided they were the perfect match for each other, ever.

No one had a rational or scientific explanation about how soulmates worked, it was different for each couple. For some people it was love at first sight, they saw each other and nothing else mattered, that was for the lucky ones. For some other, they would definitively felt the inexplicable bond between them, stronger than with anyone else but needed time as they were still strangers. There were no rule, no manual to explain how it worked. You were connected to another person and each soulmates had a different level of connection with one other, a unique link between two peoples.

Roger thought it was boring and maybe a bit scary, he liked to make his own choices but that was something where he couldn’t have any control on it. What if he didn’t like his supposedly other half ?

Of course you will, even if take time, in the end, they will be the one.

That what this smartass of Brian May had answer to his interrogations. Brian was a bit obsess with this concept, he was an endless romantic and dreamt to meet his soulmate and live happily ever after. Bullshit.

One of Roger’s friend from school started sharing dreams with his soulmate when he met her, even during sleep they were connected. It, in all honestly, scared the shit out Roger, his friend told him it was fabulous, but for the drummer only fucking weirdo could enjoy that.

And there so many other stupid things that soulmates could shared with each other, it was completely ridiculous for Rog, this stranger person suddenly invading your life because it was supposed to be like this ? Not really the cup of tea of the hothead drummer.

You, on the other hand, it was something you found amazing. Thinking that somewhere in the world, was a person destined to you and only you was magic...and reassuring. You were shy and rather reserved person, a little bit to sensitive with your head always buried into your drawing book and your fingers busied with charcoals or paint brushes. Your mind were wandering somewhere else most of the time. Finding your soulmate would be such a relief, no more awkward dates with boys which in the end were assholes or just not for you. And you could refuse an perfect and eternal love ? Certainly not you.

So when the day of the encounter with your soulmate was finally here, after twenty-two years old of living on the planet heart, saying that you were excited was an understatement. You were thrilled and incredibly nervous. What if he or she didn’t like you ? Found you boring or ugly ? Not everyone ended up with his soulmate, you could still make the choice to not be involve with your other half but it was pretty rare and not a very pleasant life, something always missing deep inside you. All you wanted was to be happy and if this person was supposed to contribute to your happiness, you would accept it without any prejudice. Your eyes were watching with an adoring smile the tiny heart on your wrist glowing redder at every seconds, meaning your soulmate was close, probably in the same pub.

You couldn’t wait to meet your other half.

Roger, well, it was another story. He had finish a gig in a shitty pub and ended up in this one, more popular and younger when he saw his own heart inked on his wrist, which was usually empty of all colours, starting to change until it became almost full with deep red, he knew what that meant and he was pissed off.

“Hell, no !” He groaned annoyingly. His eyes were glued to his skin, feeling completely useless, he couldn’t stop the inevitable to happen. “Fucking stupid universe”

His friends and bandmates sitting around him glanced toward his direction to see what was annoying their drummer.

“Holy shit Rog !” Brian’s eyes were wide open, he wouldn’t have thought about Roger to be the second to find his soulmate, he had hope he would be himself as the first was John. People who weren’t totally opposed at the idea, not like him. “Is this really happening ?”

“Nothing it’s happening, forget about it” Mumbled the blond as he hid the shape under his white sleeve, head bended above his beer. He wouldn’t take any risk to share a glance with his supposed soulmate and ruined his life. “I’m gonna stay here until the colour left then I will be safe”

“You’re fucking ridiculous Roger” John rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You can’t avoid your meeting, it gonna happening anyway”

“Deaky is right darling, stop this nonsense and let look for your little lady...or man” Freddie winked at the drummer and stood up. “Come on”

“I am not moving from here Fred and you’re gonna do the same. Sit back” The blond tugged at his forearm but the singer purely and simply ignored him.

Freddie wandering around the pub, looking at everyone’s wrist more or less discretely. He was looking for a red heart without any writing in it. The initial of your soulmate appeared once you had meet him. It wasn’t really his place to do that, against his friend’s wishes but he believed in love and knew that he was doing the right thing for his friend, he would thanks him later.

“Oh darling, you’re perfect !” You turned your head quickly when someone grabbed your hand, staring amusingly at your heart tattoo. You knew he wasn’t your soulmate, you could feel it. “I have someone to introduce you”

“Do you know my soulmate ?” You asked shyly, his big and gentle eyes observing every inch of your face. He was intimidating but seemed rather nice.

“I do, honey. He is one of my best friend and a really nice chap, when he want to of course, he can be a pain in the ass sometime” You chuckled lightly, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you heartbeat was increasing in your chest. “Would you come with me and meet him ?”

You pinched your lips and glanced at your two friends who were wearing wide smiles on their faces, giving you thumbs up. You took a deep breath and nodded to the man, giving him a small smile. You were so nervous but followed him in the crowd anyway. The dark-haired man stopped in front of a booth where three men and two women where seated, you discretely wiped the sweat from your hands on your skirt and waited.

“Roger, I found her” The singer was exalting as he grabbed his friend’ shoulder, giving you the hint about which one was your soulmate but it was useless, you knew it was him. “Don’t be rude and say hi, you wanker”

You could only see his messy long blond locks as his head was still half hiding by his position, mumbling not very nice words to his friend. He finally raised his head and his gaze, two deep blue eyes locked with yours. He was incredibly beautiful, longs eyelashes and harmonious face, you found yourself very lucky. The second after your little checking out you felt like a violent electric currant flying through your body, fireworks exploding in your stomach, way more powerful than the butterflies you get when the cute barman offered you a drink few hours before. It was him without a doubt, you could feel yourself already craving for a contact, wondering how smooth could be his hand in yours.

The blond frowned when he looked at you, blinked multiple times seeming a bit shocked then brutally stood up.

“I’m sorry that my friend make you waste your time sweetheart” He grabbed the hand of the girl who was sitting next to him in the booth and smirked at you. “I don’t do this whole stupid soulmate stuff, I think it rather dull so...if you will excuse me, we had make some plan for the night” He winked at you and you watched him disappeared in the crowd, the leggy brunette clinging on him.

You swallowed quietly, eyes watering as the feeling of dejection replacing the excited one in your frame. A wave of sadness washed over you, shoulders drooping heavily at the realisation of what just happened.

“Darling, I am so sorry but don’t listen to this fucker, he will come around eventually” The singer gave you a sad smile and you could feel every gaze from the booth on you, awkwardly silent at Roger’s words.

“It’s fine” You chocked out pathetically and looked at your tattoo, the heart wasn’t red anymore, it was grey, matching your heart broken. You had imagine a million time the moment, finally meeting your soulmate but that...was obviously the worst scenario case. “I...I had to go, thank for...trying” You sniffled discretely as you felt a tear escaped your glassy eyes, it was your cue to leave.

“Wait !” The dark-haired man grabbed a note pad and a pen from his back pocket and gave it to you. “Your number darling, he is gonna need it one day or another”

“I don’t think so...he made it very clear” The loud music, the smoke and the crowned place was giving you anxiety and mixed the after shock of your rejection, it was almost unbearable. You just wanted to go home and forget about this stupid night.

“Please, Roger is stubborn as a mule but he will understand his mistake. London is a big city, if you left now we won’t be able to find you again” He smiled gently and slid the pen between your fingers.

“Okay” You wrote your number with your name next to it and put back the note pad in the man’s hands. “Goodbye”

You quickly walked to the exit, the shame and sadness drowning you to the ground. You weren’t sure if you would see your soulmate ever again. Or if you even wanted to.

[sighingsiren-tales]

|A Theory part 4|

GROUP: GOT7

GENRE: Angst, Smut, Pure unadulterated nonsense

LENGTH: 4K 

A/N: Hello there my darlings, now Jackson stans don’t murder ya girl. Love you, Enjoy~ Kae

The gif below is not mine

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“So, you wanna play baby?” His voice was a low rasp in my ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it.

“Jackson” I whined, praying that he would let me off easy.

But his low and deep chuckle along with a tug on my waist pulling me back into him let me know I was in deep shit.

“You like to talk I see. But me?” His slow raising hand made it's quick and immediate destination to my neck, gripping it and pulling my head back I had to look at him.

The darkness of his eyes caused by absolute lust caused me to whimper.

“Me, I like to get things done baby” his voice was barely above a low rasp, his fingertips scaling down from my neck, between my breasts and down the plane of my stomach.

“Jackson” his name came out as a breathy plea.

I pushed my body weight onto him, begging him to just touch me. He pulled away from me, causing me to whine in protest at his blatant disregard of my silent plea.

“Turn around” he commanded in a deep husky voice.

I took a deep breath, hoping it wasn't a noticeable sign of my complete and utter nervousness as well as my sexual frustration. I turned around slowly, surprised to find him sitting on the couch, legs open with his forearms leaning on his legs. He raised an eyebrow, looking me over thoroughly. I felt so willing to please and so eager to do absolutely anything that he commanded of me under his gaze that I'm positive even he  could feel how desperate I was right now. When his eyes met mine again, he motioned me forward with a single word.

“Come”.

When I reached him he gently guided my hips to straddle him. His hands ran up from my hips, alongside my frame to my wrists, which he gripped and tugged forward on, causing them lock around  his neck. I was so close to his face, to his lips. My gaze flickered between his eyes and his lips. I watched his tongue flick out to wet his lips before his bottom lip became caught between his teeth. Our breaths intermingled seeing as our lips were only centimeters from each others.

“Do you want to kiss me?” he asked lowly, bringing my attention back to his eyes.

I nodded in my dazed state. I moved to lean down to connect our lips but he stopped me before I could.

“I need you to understand something beautiful. If I start”

He paused to bring one hand to the small of my back while grasping my chin between two fingers so I could watch his dark eyes as he spoke.

“I'm not stopping. For anything or anyone. It goes until-no” he brought me closer, chest to chest, so we were touching as he corrected his statement.

“We go, until I say stop”.

I let out a small whimper at the insinuation. He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip gently before leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine in a short but heated and sensual kiss.

“You know how frustrating you say we are? You can be just as fucking frustrating” He spoke, his face and lips dangerously close to my neck.

“I am?” I asked in a rush of breath.

“Mhm. So I may be a little impatient” He chuckled at his own word choice.

“I-impatient?” I squeaked.

A small ‘mhm’ left his lips as he moved his head down toward my neck and clavicle. I felt his hot pants of breath on my neck before he spoke.

“But don't worry. I’ll take my time with you afterward”.

Aftetward?

“A-after what?” My voice was no higher than a whisper.

Any volume that it may have had was taken away indefinitely by my ridiculous amount of lust.

“After I get to feel you around me”.

He gently traced a hand up my back, avoiding the tattoo for reasons beyond me. I wanted him to touch it. I wanted him to make me feel good.

“After I hear you scream for me, countless times. I want your voice raw by the time I’m done with you princess”.

I involuntarily swallowed at that comment. The simple thought of Jackson above me, a sweaty mess, mercilessly thrusting into me at a dizzying pace had me exactly where he wanted me; a hot, bothered and eager mess of a woman.

“After my back looks like a warzone and your sweet, wrecked voice is telling me that you can't handle anymore”.

I gripped onto his shoulders, bringing his body closer to mine as I muffled my high pitched moan in the crook of his neck. Pride be damned at this point; I need him to do something to me. Absolutely anything and for that to happen, my pride would have to take the back seat. He chuckled darkly at the action, brushing my curls away from my ear so he could whisper directly into it, his fingers lingering behind my ear.

“Like the sound of that?”.

I whimpered a yes, clutching onto the dark hair at the nape of his neck.

“That's not even the best part. Even after all of that” he gripped my ass, causing  my hips to collide with his, his erection brushing against my stomach.

“I'm still not stopping. For absolutely anything”.

“Anything?” The question came out of me as a whoosh of air; a breathless inquiry.

“Anything” he confirmed, fingers skimming any and all exposed skin.

“W-what if your phone rings?” I questioned, my body buzzing in anticipation at how close he was but my voice cracking under the intense sexual frustration he was driving further.

“I'm not stopping”.

His lips touched my neck in a sweet, gentle peck. I wanted to do something; I wanted to initiate a touch, a kiss, anything. I needed to feel him.

“A-and if they come back early?” the question was on my conscious but my body made it a prerogative to say it out loud.

Something in me purred at the thought of having the boys watch me as Jackson had his fun. I had never explored such a pleasure before but now was a good a time as any to do so. He bit my neck roughly, eliciting a whimper from me.

“Baby, they could come back well into the night and I still wouldn’t be finished with you”.

He lifted his head, looking at me with those bedroom eyes again, obviously ready to make good on his promises.

“So you understand I take it?” his question was more or less the signing point of the contract.

I can't back out now. It's all or nothing.

With a nod and his hand going to caress my neck with his thumb on my jaw, I was surging forward and pressing my lips to his heatedly, relishing in the feel of bodily contact. His lips dominated mine immediately, his hand going from caressing my neck to gripping it. His kiss was desperate, passionate, conveying so much sexual frustration and aggression that it was almost staggering. His hands went underneath my shirt, bringing me to closer to him with his hot palms flat against my bare back. His fingertips grazed the tattoo, causing me to arch into him and tangle my fingers into his soft dark locks. His tongue moved with mine fluidly, the wet muscle coaxing and commanding my tongue to follow its lead as his hands moved lower, gripping my ass and pulling me into him. He’s an ass man. Noted. He raised his hips slightly, letting me feel just how sexually frustrated he was as he bucked into me, causing me to gasp. He groaned into my mouth when I rolled my hips slowly against his, pulling me even tighter against him. I moved my hands from their tangled place in his locks down the sides of his tanned neck and toward his shoulders, the smooth cotton and muscles beneath my fingertips and palms feeling glorious. I let my hands wander from his shoulders to trace over his defined chest that was barely concealed by the skin tight black t-shirt he wore. When my hands moved to trace and caress the ridges and grooves of his abs, he wrapped his arms around my body with his palms flat against my upper and lower back, gripping at my shirt as he pulled away from my mouth.

“I said I was impatient and you go for these teasing feels of my chest and abs” he spoke in a throaty voice.

The neediness of the situation allowed me to have a surge of confidence that made me grind down on his erection hard, rolling my hips slowly causing him to groan and throw his head back.

“Mm, like that” he praised breathlessly.

His praise went straight to my head, causing me trail my hand down to his waist, dipping my hand underneath his shirt and feeling his hot skin beneath my palm. I let my hand go lower, skimming the top of his joggers, my fingers barely dipping underneath the material. He gripped my wrist, causing me to look up at him. His eyes were dark, pupils lust blown.

“Don't start something you can't finish” he warned in a dark tone.

A raised both eyebrows slightly, letting a small teasing smile tug at my lips. I leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“I vaguely remember telling you the same thing”.  

Within an instant, I was on my back, pressed into the material of the couch with Jackson above me, bracing his body weight on his hands and knees.

“And who's hesitating and who's not?”.

He didn't give me anytime to answer, sneaking a hand to the top of my sweatpants and giving a sharp tug at the drawstring, causing them to loosen. I felt his hands slide underneath the material, skimming the top of my panty line.

“You know baby girl” he began, absentmindedly letting his fingers dip lower, barely brushing my swollen clit.

“Begging was never my thing. That's more JB’s and Jinyoung’s forte” he spoke, his voice level and clear.

He leaned down, kissing between my breasts through the shirt, causing me to whine and grip his dark locs. He looked up at me, a mischievous and playful glint in his eyes, with a smirk to match.

“Do you know what was?”.

I shook my head slowly just as his head moved lower, his lips pressing a kiss to my lower stomach causing my body to shiver and tingle.

“I love to hear a woman tell me she can't take anymore. You see” he paused, a single digit applying small pressure to my clit, causing me to cry out softly.

“I was always an overachiever as well as more than eager to please and hearing those words feeds my ego in ways you wouldn't understand. I find it” he brushed a finger against my slit, causing me to moan softly and reach up to grip his biceps. He let out a soft groan at my response before continuing.

“Unbelievably sexy. You’re wet princess” he brought his hand out of my pants, bringing the finger up to his lips the wetness glinting the light of the setting sun.

His pink and very skilled tongue darted out to clean his finger in slow, languid licks. I watched in an awestruck state of lust as he tasted me, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Dripping” he commented offhandedly before leaning down and hooking his arms underneath my thighs.

“Wrap them around me” he commanded just before he stood, bringing me up with him. My legs locked around his waist tightly, my arms looping around his neck. I felt him walk with me, presumably, to his room but each step was an agonizing eternity.

“Jackson” I whined.

“Hmm?”

“Finish what you started. Please. I can’t…I can’t wait”.

He only chuckled, wrapping a toned arm around my waist and holding me close to him. Not satisfied with his answer, I tangled my hands in his hair and yanked back, forcing him to look at me.

“Please” I breathed.

I was pushed against a hallway wall almost instantaneously, his mouth on the skin of my neck heatedly almost just as fast. I gripped at his back underneath his shirt, letting my nails trail down it harshly as he left what was no doubt dark hickies on my neck. He let go of my neck in a slow, exaggerated fashion before speaking.

“Don't get impatient with me. You won't be able to handle me rough” he hissed into my ear.

“Stop talking” I commanded with a surge of confidence, yanking on his hair roughly and bringing his lips level with mine.

His eyes darkened at the command, a hand coming up to grip the side my neck as his thumb rested on my jaw.

“That wasn't a plea coming from your lips so excuse me if I didn't understand it” he growled, pulling me off of the wall and finishing the short walk to his room, kicking open the door once he reached his destination.

I was barely able to take in my surroundings before he was pulling me into another passionate kiss. I squealed when he let me drop against the bed, allowing me to feel my back against the plush, soft sheets. He gripped the hem of his shirt, near the back of his neck, letting it go in a smooth motion up and over his head. He barely gave me time to drink it in before he gripped my calves, pulling me toward him and leaving us in the position of him standing between my open legs but the brief peak was more than enough. I sat up fully to let my hands run across the ridges and grooves of his toned, tan stomach, the muscles taught underneath the searing hot flesh. He was a bronzed Adonis; absolutely flawless. He gripped the wrists of my wandering hands, playful smirk and mischievous glint appearing in his eyes.

“Did I say you could touch?”He asked playfully, his voice low and dark.

I shook my head hesitantly and within a second the playful demeanor of wang puppy disappeared as I was pinned to the mattress, trapped between him and the sheets. He leaned down slowly, his body covering mine deliciously as his lips stayed a hair away from mine. He spoke with his face set and eyes blazing with lust.

“So then don't”.

Not a second later, he was connecting our lips again, laying us flat against the soft mattress so there was no space between us. His hands travelled from my wrists, up my arms, down the plane of my curves on their way to my thighs. Jackson was skimming any and all exposed skin, setting me ablaze. When his hands gripped my inner thighs, he gave a slow thrust, causing me to feel how hard and ready he was through his joggers. I broke the kiss to push my head back against the dark sheets in pleasure. My body was filled with absolute excitement and adrenaline from finally being touched. The heat he was emanating was glorious and I wanted nothing more than to feel it, skin to skin. He leaned down toward my ear and gave another thrust causing short pants to leave my lips.

“You smell so good” He murmured in my ear.

I moved to bring my hands up to his shoulders, gripping them as he snuck a hand down to stomach once again. His fingertips grazed my lower stomach as his hands went underneath my shirt. He pulled me to sit up best I could while tugging at my shirt, commanding me to take it off. I did as I was told, lifting the shirt up and over my head in a smooth move and throwing it to the floor. He pushed himself to sit back on his calves as he watched me. I felt so incredibly small yet so sexy and powerful underneath his gaze. He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine in a slow, heated passionate kiss once more, his chest and stomach flush against mine. His soft lips met mine again and again, his hand making a slow trail up my calves and toward my inner thighs. He gripped the meat of my thigh, dragging me closer to him and hitching my thigh over his hip. He pulled back from the kiss, causing me to whine in discontent before settling on the sharp contour of his jaw line and slope of his sun kissed neck as a place to kiss and nip at. He groaned, gripping my hips in an obvious attempt to control himself.

“You know, normally, I would treat you like a princess”.

I pulled away from the curve of his neck to look at him, a few stray curls obscuring my vision. His warm, large hand cupped my cheek, his thumb tracing the raw and swollen plane of my lips. He leaned down once more, nuzzling into my neck showing me a glimpse of the wang puppy I was used to.

“I’d take my time with you” he mumbled, kissing a trail down toward the curve of my breasts.

He kissed the exposed part of my chest, the bra blocking everything else from his line of sight. He raised his eyes to look at me and I have never felt so wanted.

“I’d find any and every way possible to make you come”.

He pressed a heated kiss to the curve of my breasts.

“With my fingers” his fingers once again snuck beneath the waistband of my sweatpants, but stayed outside of my lace panties much to my dismay.

“With my lips and tongue” he spoke huskily, before bucking his hips, the head of his erection brushing against my cilt and causing me to let out a light airy moan.

I snuck a hand down between us, gripping the outline of his cock through his joggers tightly. He let out a groan, burying his face into my neck. I let my grip move slowly up and down his erection, eliciting pants from him.

“I want to feel you” he panted against my ear.

“I want you, wet, warm and tight around me” he groaned, bucking into my hand but accidentally brushing my clit again, causing me to moan and move my hand.

I gripped his biceps as he began rocking back and forth, his clothed erection hitting my swollen bundle of nerves every time causing whimpering moans and breathy pleas of his name to leave my mouth.

“I love hearing my name come from your lips” he moaned deeply, gripping my hips while grinding his against mine.

I gripped at the hem of his joggers, tugging them down his legs as he did the same to my sweatpants. No later than both items were discarded to the floor, we were back on each other, his fingers dipping beneath the navy blue lace and mine sneaking beneath the dark cotton of his briefs. He let out a low, desperate pant as my fingers curled around his hard cock, his own digit faltering near my entrance. I bucked my hips, causing a finger to slide inside temporarily but pulled out by Jackson. I moved my hand up and down his length slowly, just as his fingers plunged into my wetness. He moaned breathlessly as he moved his fingers rapidly causing loud, needy moans to spill from my lips.

“You feel so tight around my fingers baby. Shit, your hand feels good don't stop”.  

He let out low curses underneath his breath as I leaned up and pressed my lips to his neck with the full intent of marking his neck as mine. He curled his fingers, causing me to buck my hips and cry out, all while he watched me with dark eyes.

“Fuck, you're gorgeous. Don’t stop” he groaned.

“Jackson” I moaned his name loudly, gripping one of his hips tightly.

“Yeah baby?” he asked breathlessly.

I felt the heat growing in the pit of my stomach as I pushed my head back against the sheets.

“It feels so good”.

He chuckled, leaning down toward my ear.

“Does it? Ah, fuck” he swore, letting out the breathy curse against my ear.

“Good girl. Like that” he praised as I stroked him faster, whining his name as I reached closer and closer to my end.

I began grinding down on his fingers, just as he curled them gently.

“Fuck, that's hot. Shit, almost there baby” the way he breathed the last word was such an absolute turn on that with one more simple thrust of his fingers, I was gripping onto his hip with one hand while I pushed back against the sheets, whining his name loudly as I came undone. The pleasure came in almost blinding waves, barely allowing any moments for me to catch myself. I felt his hips stutter into my hand as he let out a few panting moans before he covered my hand and his briefs in ropes of white. I felt my eyes droop but a long languid stroke of his fingers had them flying open. I gripped onto his shoulders tightly with both hands, trying to still him.

“J-Jackson” I stuttered, trying to catch his attention long enough for him to stop.

He simply chuckled deeply, still stroking my walls as his thumb brushed against my sensitive clit causing my hips to buck toward him.

“What? Can’t handle anymore” he questioned innocently, moving his fingers faster.

“N-not right now, Jackson, please” I whined.

He brushed against me and I could feel him grow hard again my thigh, rapidly. Fucking how?  He chuckled, nuzzling my neck before kissing the damp skin there.

“You're so cute baby” he mused, his fingers curling after his statement, causing me to whine loudly.

It seemed as if some twisted deity answered my prayers because just then, his phone rang, causing me to sigh in relief. Until I fully processed his words from early.

I’m not stopping.

He somehow curls his fingers gingerly while reaching for his phone over on the bedside table. He grabbed it, pressing answer and placing it to his ear.

“Yes~” he purred just as gave slow thrusts, causing me to buck my hips and let out a breathy plea of his name.

I barely noticed his silence seeing as it was filled with my pants and moans as he awaited an answer. He looked down at me in surprise, his eyebrows raised in a slight awe before a sly smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Really?” he drew out the 2 syllable word, punctuating his statement with a few thrusts of his fingers.

“Jackson” I whined breathlessly.

“Hush princess. Huh? Oh no, not you Bam. Go ahead” he spoke, resorting to lazily curling his fingers.

He let out a chuckle that I would find adorable on other circumstances but as of now it was only sexually frustrating and wildly arousing. Jackson slowly pulled his fingers from me, dripping wet and accidentally brushing my clit. He raised his fingers to his lips, cleaning them in the same, sexy manner as before. He moved slowly and unhurriedly, giving me a wet, sensual kiss that allowed me to taste the remnants of myself on his tongue and lips before moving off of the bed. He grabbed his discarded joggers, pulling them up his gorgeous legs before looking up to me.

“Why-”

“Get dressed princess” he cut me off smoothly, grabbing his phone and pushing it into his pocket.

I raised an eyebrow, silently questioning it. He moved forward, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips.

“Jiminie had an idea”.

With that, he was grabbing his shirt off of the floor and making quick strides to the door.

“Oh, baby?”

I turned to face him in the midst of grabbing my shirt off of the floor next to the bedside table.

“Yeah?”

A breathtaking smile spread across his lips, showcasing his gorgeous pearly whites.

“Dress sexy”.