The King

21 year old pansexual switch (mostly dominant)

[indulgejackson-blog]

Can someone add me back to the Ooc chat on aim if they're online?

[indulgejackson-blog]

4 more days and I am absolutely free from exams and off my hiatus. Like this post if you want to plot (if we were already plotting and I haven’t replied to you in a while please remind me)

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ѕℓιρ ;| axel & v

[indulgetaehyung-blog]

     He recalled a time, vaguely, when he was not so affected by another’s touch even if nature of it wasn’t sexual outright, easily going days upon days without intimate interaction sought from strangers pliant against him and looking for same brief release as choice few, but it seemed so long ago now. Eyes fluttered with applied pressure as his body relaxed, melted, hand curling into a fist as he tried hold on to what small amount of control the male had left on not reacting to every tiny stimulation thrown his way, usually in form of false hope at this time.

     No one but himself to blame certainly, however Jackson was doing this on purpose, there was no doubt when thumb slid against edge of slicked lip, resisting urge to lick because yes he was just that desperate, also perhaps curious for what reaction it would pull from the other. Mouth twitched into a tiny grin, taking moment for realization to settle in when own pools of brown had flickered to stare with askance hoped to be met with some form of answer from the man’s gaze, which seemed to be fixed lower.

     “Well in that case I could join you. In the shower.” It was as direct of a proposition as he allowed, though light flavor of sarcasm coloured words as eyes widened fraction with proposition left hanging between them, suddenly remembering back to how Jackson had all appearances taken into account rejected him after exchanging blowjobs at his workplace, odd enough.

     Hum of agreement over quick statement of how unfortunate his situation was, Taehyung found himself tensing with mislead ( hopefully not ) anticipation of images flooding vivid in mind as Jackson drawled on, almost managing to swallow down the whine clawing desperate at the walls of his throat, only almost.

     Confused, a tad irritated to lose the man’s touch so soon he stared at retreating back for stupefied moment, straightening up as shaky breath left him, slack jawed whilst he made conclusion that Jackson was a fucking tease oh god. Pushing himself up after short bout of hesitation Taehyung practically sprinted after the man, no warning given as he jumped on his back and clung on tight, accusation spoken in tone of clear complaint and hint of desperation dripping from voice, “You’re being mean, leaving me after saying all that wow. I’m not letting go now, take responsibility of your actions for I am very, deeply, deeply, hurt.”

     Breath ghosting shell of ear his next words came shy of a murmur and with flair of suggestion, barely keeping slowly winning neediness in check as he had yet to ride through wave of arousal from words ringing clear in his ears still and touch on neck spreading heat to whole of body, buzzing restless within, “I think you should make it up to me, Jackson. Will you?”

[indulgejackson-blog]

Everything Jackson engaged with was always a game of push and pull, he knew not to give things up too easily, for it was too difficult for him to gain things as immediately as that - with the life style he lived, but at the same time he liked the chase, liked the look of disappointment on someones face when he turned them down, even if it did end in him going home hard at night, to his own apartment and jacking off under the steady stream of cold water that hadn’t been hot for months. But in a way it made him feel wanted, it wouldn’t replace the space inside of him that had been empty for a while, but it certainly helped, when he worked night shifts at the store and only had the blinking fire escape sign for company. 

He thinks about V in the shower just as much as he’d thought about his lips around his cock again the night that he’d left the store, and never come back again. But there was too many obstacles between here and the hotel bathroom, and patience had never been one of Jacksons accredited skills. He was four steps away from the lift when he jumped on his back and he barely staggered, surprised at the boys weight, a good head higher than him his feet dragged against the floor momentarily before his fingers dug into the soft part of his lower thigh, bringing his legs up around his waist with ease. He says nothing, adjusts to the surprise at how little he weighs, tiny little bird bones hidden beneath his height. “I’m mean?” He replies calmly, smile hidden from him as he shuffles forward and uses the other boys foot to press the button for the lift to arrive. “You haven’t come back to the store once.” He whines. It’s hard, childish behavior is infectious, and two can play at this game. 

He can feel his breath against his ear, and judging by the pace of his breathing he needs this just as much as he does. He wants to give it to him, here in the lobby just as much as he did back in the store, but the lift dings, interrupting his thoughts, and he’s hooking his arms beneath the inside of his knee to carry him inside. He remains stoic until the doors shut, then he’s sliding him down slowly off his back until his feet touch the floor and he’s rounding on him with an amused, wide eyed smile. “Axel.” He corrects, but his tone isn’t too stern, for he’s not too concerned, theres no one else around. “I don’t think I’m the one who needs to make it up to you.” He looks up at him, all the way up at him. “I’ll make it up to you.” He promises, much too easily, hips pressing him lightly into the mirror that made up the back wall of the lift, hips pressing just below his pelvis due to their height difference. But of course, there was a clause, there always was with Jackson. 

He saunters all the way over to the buttons, presses the first one  before skimming his finger over all 20 floors. “If you can make me cum before we get to the top floor - uninterrupted - i’ll make it up to you. Make you glad that no one else showed up tonight.” And he gives him that look, half self assured, half desperate, one eyebrow raised higher than his other and his lips pressed into a thin line to suppress his smirk as he struggles his pants down over his hips. 

[infinitblaq]

[ughjacksonwang]

a dishevelled yet sexy looking jackson (●♡∀♡)

[defwang]

Heose Wang - How to intimidate your competition (x)

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[ughjacksonwang]

cutest (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

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[defwang]

Jackson Potter

[kristixmyer-blog]

sᴘᴏɴᴛᴀɴᴇɪᴛʏ } axel & sage

Life is boring. Well, it can be boring if someone is willing to make it that way. “What am I going to do today?” Sage asked herself while glancing in the mirror. She was fixing up the makeup on her face while standing in the hotel’s bathroom. “I need something to do that’s spicy today.” She murmured to herself, pursing her lips together. Someone came to her mind just as soon as she set out of the bathroom. Axel. It had only been a couple days since she first met him, but she could tell he would be up for anything if she had asked. It seemed he could be the same as her when it came to having fun. Once her makeup was to her tastes and her clothes were skin tight, she slipped out of her room. It was time to see what he was doing.

[sms; axel] hey you [sms; axel] anything fun on your schedule today?

She walked to the lobby and sat down on one of the many seats that were scattered along the lobby’s floor. After checking a few other messages on her phone, she blew a strand of her orange-reddish hair out of her face. She was starting to feel antsy. She hoped he would answer soon or else she’d have to find different ways to entertain herself.

The lobby was quiet and it seemed that no one was around, so Axel was her only saving grace at this point.

[indulgejackson-blog]

His phone vibrates in his pocket, and he knows its either one of three things. His mother - his personal life, one of the parents saying they couldn’t pick their kid up on time - his worklife, or someone from the ring, something he tried to keep completely seperate from the other two, which prevented him from checking his phone until the moment all the kids had left and he was completely alone. 

He wouldn’t describe his schedule as fun, not for a long time, but he knows the question is bipassing its way to a much larger one, and he catches on eventually, smile gracing his features. 

[sms; Sage] Just work, at the Gym

[sms; Sage] I just finished and I was about to head to the Sauna

[Sms;Sage] But if you need me... I can be at the hotel in 10

The gym he worked at was large, so large that most of the people that worked there still thought he was a visitor, and asked him if he knew where he was going. The complex had everything imagionable from a restaurant, to a swimming pool, to the public bath house and sauna that had ten different rooms. He’d started making more use of it lately, considering he got free membership, and between here and the Ring, it prevented him from having to go home to an empty apartment. 

[indulgetaehyung-blog]

ѕℓιρ ;| axel & v

[indulgetaehyung-blog]

     Fingers tapping in tandem against screen yet to lighten up again with much awaited notice of incoming message or call or literally anything he was willing to take whatever at this point, but tried to stay withdrawn still, trying even harder to not push people too much being aware each had their own lives to lead regardless of needs of others. More over needs of his, which were sadly suppressed now.

     Familiar voice starling the male out of pitiful train of thought and last trail of hopefulness Taehyung near jumped up from slouched position assumed, if it wasn’t for warmth of hand pressing gently against neck, emitting a surprised hum as he craned head enough to lock eyes with the one person he had not honestly expected to see, although well aware Jackson was part of the ring the two had only ever met outside with the student bothering the man at his store. Well, until that last time which, although began better than he had hoped to assume, had an untimely end. He should have seen it coming, really, but it left the male disappointed for days nevertheless, decision to leave his favourite cashier alone that moment on.

     “My master has not been around really and it would seem everyone is busy boning each other, sad times. For me. Not them. I imagine. That would be waste they could be having sex with me instead and a much better time.” Huff leaves him in a rush of air as tongue swept out to wet lips, slight pout pulling mouth downwards as studious gaze was shifted to the side, unsure how he should be treating this reunion whilst failing at attempt to ignore fingers nudging at the back of collar lightly, leg bouncing in place restless for more of a reason than previously. Glancing back up to deliver inquiry at the older male he shifted body more to one side, collar shifting along the fingers feeling more like a burn he had yearned for against skin, “Aren’t you supposed to be doing that too, appointed as almighty master or whatever?”

[indulgejackson-blog]

He has trouble making contact with his eyes, his own betray him in favour of following the way the younger boys lips moved when he spoke, pulling back over his teeth they were still full, and Jackson knows what they feel like slidng over skin. He laughs at the exhale of annoyance that leaves him, and the squeeze he gives to the back of his neck is almost affectionate, from where his fingers fit snuggly beneath the collar. 

His tongue wanders, and Jacksons eyes follow closely, fingers straying away from his neck, competely engaged in grazing his thumb across the corner of his bottom lip where the reminense of his action remained. “Maybe I  already have.” He replies, his smile is smug but the glint in his eyes suggests other wise, that he’s in the exact same position as the younger boy himself. “Maybe I’m just here because the hot water actually works - and my apartments doesn’t.” It’s not exactly a lie, the beds are much comfier too. The dent to his ego that is his financial situation is something he usually hides, but the kid must know, he works unimagionable hours for bad pay, and it’s certainly no secret to him. 

“Its a shame.” He’s breathing in his direction, touch fleeting on the side of his neck, because he can’t get over how snug the collar is around his throat, and his eyes only meet his a couple of times, distracted. “How someone would pass up the opportunity to have you all to themselves, completely at their whim, fucking you any way they want-” And then his touch is gone, stepping out of his space with a lingering smile, shoves his hands deep in his pockets and far away from toying with the back of his neck. 

He takes two, three steps towards the elevator, each step a little more forced than the one before it. He’ll follow him, if its not his ego telling him so it’s the way the younger boy was practically strumming with need. 

[got7-updates]

GIN&JUICE

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Got7 for Hanryu Pia - Jackson

[fywangjackson]

GOT7_Japan: GOT7 1st Fan Meeting in Japan “LOVE TRAIN” D-2

[indulgetaehyung-blog]

ѕℓιρ ;| axel & v

     He most certainly was not counting seconds to how long it took for next message to arrive from whoever this time around, finding excitement at the very least in playing the guessing game although Taehyung should have probably been starting to feel apologetic for bothering as many people as he had already, but it was so boring. So, so boring he may very well melt into the seat if he’s forced to stay alone in this place for much longer, cursing heaven and earth to whoever listened how everyone seemed to succumb to life’s busy schedules and here he was rotting away in await for someone who would, seemingly, not come.

     Groan pushing past parted lips as he draped himself over the table finally giving up, head resting on arm as free hand hovered lazily over phone placed in front of him, tracing random patterns on the black screen whilst the male kept on muttering a chant as if it could force a change, hoped for such, “Bored, bored, booooored, still bored, bored~”

[indulgejackson-blog]

The longest shift of his life ends, uneventful, only two people entered the store within four hours. And not one of them had been his usual visitor, not for weeks, and Jackson didn’t know how he could possible be sated with just one blow job, and then never come back again. He could go home, but he doesn’t, he’s had absolutely no interaction with anyone all day, and sitting in an empty apartment is the last thing he needs. 

The hotel is quite, the lobby like any other, peaceful, because no one is ever really waiting for long, especially not when everyone was preoccupied with their assigned partners. One head of bright orange hair however, begs to differ. He’d known, and wasn’t surprised to find out that he was part of the ring, but it was the first time he’d ever seen him here, probably because he was always otherwise engaged. He considers announcing himself, rambunctious personality begging to break free, but he stays silent as he approaches behind him.

The younger boys chanting could be heard in the otherwise empty room and he suppresses a laugh. “Bored?” He questions, leaning himself over the back of his chair, fingers on the back of his nape where his head rests against the table miserably. “Why is no one helping you with that?” His fingers slip beneath the collar that rests heavily around his neck, toying with it in time with his question. 

[sevendless-blog]

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