恋やない!

※Rock♪VisualK lml ✘MUSE ✘BUCKTICK ✘CNBLUE ✘凛として時雨 ✘GOT7 ✘DAY6 ~やおい~ [MiseのYaoi]😏 Now I'm dead inside~\(°Д° )/

[nonverangel]

pretty please

pairing: jackson x f!reader

rating: pg (they kiss)

genre: fluff, little bit of angst, werewolf au, slow burn

word count: 2,588 I'm sorry I got a little carried away ok?

warnings: mentions of midterms and finals, studying (lol)

summary: your new boyfriend, jackson, turns out to be a werewolf.

author's note: full plot & additional warnings will be linked here (link coming soon), lmk if you'd like to be tagged maybe?

You often found yourself in the library during the day, studying and doing homework or taking a break and watching anime. You had been sitting there for an hour or so, and it was starting to get busy. It always did around midterms and finals; you were just glad you found your own small table to sit at.

You were working on a paper when someone came up, smiling a bit awkwardly. “Hey, would you mind if I sit here? I’ll be quiet, I promise,” He says, hesitating to sit down. He had an accent that you couldn’t quite place, as it only happened with some words.

When you finish the sentence you were typing and look up, you do your best to hide your surprise at how handsome he was. He was absolutely stunning, making you question your own appearance. “Oh, um, sure,” you say, your cheeks flushing with heat as you make room for him.

“I’m Jackson, by the way,” He says as he pulls out the chair and sits, getting himself comfortable across from you.

“I’m Y/N,” you respond, still blushing.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he says, offering a charming smile as he pulls out his laptop.

The next week at the same time, he showed up again and asked, “Y/N, is it alright if I join you?”

You nod, a shy smile finding its way onto your face. “What are you studying?” you eventually ask him, tilting your head slightly.

“Business,” Jackson says, glancing up at you with a smile. “Actually, it’s my masters and I’m focusing on international business. What about you?”

When you tell him, he listens intently and asks polite questions- the right ones, too. Not the usual ones you always get.

The next week you’re running late and stop at the vending machine to grab your favorite candy. Going to your usual table, you do a double take when someone is already there. You pause awkwardly, only to realize it was Jackson waiting there with a second cup of coffee.

“Oh, hey Jackson,” you say, blushing as you join him.

He smiles at you, pushing one of the cups towards you. “I got you a coffee, just the way you like it.”

You suspiciously tilt your head, taking a sip, only to be surprised that it was the way you liked your coffee. “How did you know?” you laugh, getting out your laptop.

“I know some of the workers,” he sheepishly admits. You laugh and open the candy, offering him some.

“I shouldn’t, I’m on a diet,” he says with a pout.

“Oh, come on,” you scoff, raising an eyebrow.

He playfully rolls his eyes before grabbing a piece.

Soon, every Tuesday you would meet up with Jackson in the library. Before midterms, it became every Tuesday and Thursday until finals, when it was almost every day. It was on one of these Thursdays that he asked you, “Are you free tomorrow?”

You tilt your head, wondering what he was getting to. He seemed to always have plans on Fridays during your normal study time, and you tried not to study too late since the library closed early. “Uh, no, I don’t think so? Why do you ask?” you respond.

“Well, I was thinking that I could take you for a date! If you wanted to, that is…”

You could tell he was a little nervous, and you realized you were staring at him blankly. You let out an embarrassed laugh, nodding. “Yes, sorry, I was just… yes, I would like that,” you admit, shaking your head some.

“Great! I can pick you up after your class tomorrow? Just make sure you dress warm!” he says with a grin.

“You already have a plan? What is it? Tell me~?” you ask, pouting a little bit.

“Nope, it’s a secret!” he laughs, smiling brightly. “You have to wait until tomorrow to know!”

The next day, you woke up early to get ready. You wore warm clothes like he said, and did your makeup cutely but not excessively, especially since it seemed like you would be outside. In class, you were extra fidgety and kept checking the clock. It felt like time slowed, but you knew it was from your anticipation.

Right on cue as class ended, your phone vibrated. Checking it, you noticed a text from Jackson saying he was outside the building.

You all but run out of the classroom down to the parking lot, finding him standing outside grinning.

“Will you tell me what we are doing now?” you ask, giving him your puppy dog eyes.

“Maybe,” he teases, leading you to his car. He opens the door for you and even shuts it, getting in on the other side. “Does hiking sound okay? Then takeout and a movie at my place?” Jackson asks. You see a hopeful glint and the worry in his eyes, and your smile grows.

“That sounds wonderful!” you tell him.

“Great!” he says, starting to drive. “You’ll love it! I go here quite often, and it’s very pretty. I’ve seen some deer and some really neat birds before there.”

“Oh, really? Do you know what kinds of birds?” you ask, curious.

“Well, I’m not sure since they’re not the same as back home, but definitely some owls! I went out later than I should have been that time. And I don’t know if it was a falcon, eagle, or hawk. But those too.”

“I think we have all three here,” you laugh.

“Well, that really doesn’t help identify it any, now does it,” he laughs with you.

“Not in the slightest,” you giggle.

“Well I guess if we see them, maybe you’ll know,” Jackson says, turning onto a gravel road.

“What am I, a bird expert now?” you laugh more.

“No, you’re just a native here,” he responds with a little pout.

“Still not a bird expert,” you point out.

“I know, but you will know better than me,” he reasons.

“Maybe, maybe not,” you say, shaking your head as he parks in a small parking lot.

“We are here!” Jackson says, turning off the car. He leads you over to the map by the trail entrance, glancing at it once before heading down.

“We’ll follow the blue markers this time,” he says, pointing them out on the tree.

“What do they mean? You didn’t give me time to read the map,” you say with a huff.

“They mean we’re going the correct way,” he tells you smartly.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

“I know. And there’s nothing you can do about it but follow me and find out,” he teases you, taking your hand and leading you.

You’re both careful not to trip over any of the roots or loose rocks, and you start getting glances of white.

“Is that a river?” you ask, glancing at what looked like ice.

“Uh, maybe,” Jackson responded in an unbelievable manner. Of course he knew, he just wasn’t going to tell you.

Eventually, you made it to more of a clearing. Jackson didn’t even have to point to what it was he wanted to show you. You stood in awe instead.

Winter was definitely there, and you knew that since the little fountains on campus were frozen over. But this, this was a sight to behold. The entire river had frozen over, and what must usually be a gorgeous waterfall had frozen over. The water had frozen against the rocks, sharp spears of it dangerously hanging from the main body of water. You swore if the sun was just right, you could see some of the water on the very inside running down inside the thick, frozen ice.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Jackson asks you, his voice hushed. All you could do was nod.

The next Tuesday, you got to the library first. “Want to go on a second date?” you bluntly ask him when he joins you.

He laughs before smiling, nodding. “Of course, I’d love to,” Jackson assures you.

You’re not sure if you can ever end up choosing a favorite date by the time finals end. Your last “date” was taking him to the airport. He was going home for the break, and you wanted to take him.

“I guess this is as far as we can go, huh?” you ask sadly, looking at the security checkpoint.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Y/N,” Jackson says, fidgeting with his ticket some as if he were nervous.

“Well, I’m sure everything will go well…” you say, almost more nervous than he was. “I mean, you’ve flown lots of times before, so this shouldn’t be any different…” you start to ramble in an attempt to console him.

He chuckles a little, gently putting his hand on your shoulder before tilting up your chin.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Jackson softly asks, his dark eyes meeting yours.

Your heart leaped in your chest. You thought of him as your boyfriend, but you weren’t sure if you were official or not, so it made you a little nervous. But at his question, your lips smiled on their own, and you nod as much as you can for his hand holding onto your chin. “Yes!” you whisper.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, causing you to blush and nod. Once given consent, he kisses you sweetly.

“I promise I’ll be back soon, okay?” Jackson says as he pulls away and picks up his things.

“Alright… be safe,” you tell him, feeling your cheeks burn.

“I will,” he assures you, kissing your cheek before leaving.

A few days later, when he was over jet lag, you face timed him. You were eating breakfast at the time, and he was eating dinner.

“How are you?” You ask, happy to see him again and hear his voice.

“I’m doing much better now that I get to see my beautiful girlfriend~” he coos playfully, causing you to laugh.

“Okay, okay. How was the plane trip? How are things going back home?” you ask, wanting more details.

“It went well, don’t worry. I am home safe, although it is a bit hectic at times,” he assures you.

“Why is it hectic? You’re on a break~ you need to relax!” you tell him with a huff.

“I know, I know, don’t worry, I am,” he again assures you.

“You better be,” you huff back, pouting slightly.

Just like that, your library dates were replaced with virtual ones. Some days you could only talk for a few minutes, some days you went on for hours. Every now and then, he even would sing you to sleep. You always slept well when he would.

When Christmas came, he ended up sending you a cd of songs he recorded to help you sleep.

When the semester started up again, you would meet in the library Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays this time. You sat at the same table, but also flirted more when you studied. You made sure to keep up your grades, since they were incredibly important to you.

After the initial start up hump of the beginning of the semester, you started to remember something strange about Jackson that you had forgotten or just hadn’t had the time to realize before. It wasn’t quite a gut feeling of danger, but a feeling of something was wrong. He would get sick nearly every month for a few days without fail. In the last week of January, Jackson was out sick for over a week.

The following Monday, Jackson comes back to the library, and you immediately perk up. “Jackson, how are you feeling? Your roommate told me you were sick,” you ask him.

“I was, but I am feeling much better now,” he assures you, smiling.

You felt the tug in your stomach, and you knew he was lying. “Jackson, you get sick more often than… well, anyone I know. What’s wrong?” you insist.

He sighs, his smile faltering. “I have an immune disorder. I don’t like talking about it much, but I often get sick,” he tells you.

You believed him until your introductory anatomy course went over autoimmune disorders. He didn’t fit any of the basic descriptions for them. You ended up choosing to do a paper on the topic, so you ended up pressuring him more when he was at your place for a movie date night.

“Jackson, I’ve been working on a paper for autoimmune disorders. I may have to narrow it down to one in particular… So, I was wondering what one you had?” you ask him, wanting to be a supportive girlfriend.

He sighs and seems irritated about it, and you couldn’t quite tell what was wrong. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I just… I feel like I can’t tell you…” he admits, shocking you.

You felt like you had told him everything. You told him about your asthma, how your therapy sessions went, what you wanted to improve on, your insecurities about your body, even sexual things you had thought about eventually exploring with him.

But he couldn’t tell you this? After you told him about your mental health issues? You were shocked and speechless.

After a moment, you finally catch your thoughts. “Jackson… you know you can tell me anything, right?” you say softly, frowning and not realizing you were tearing up.

Jackson’s face softens, and he pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back. “I’m sorry, I know. You’re right,” he soothes, sighing slightly. “I just… don’t want you to hate me or think I am a freak or anything,” he further admits.

“Jackson, I love you. I could never,” you whisper. It was the first time you had said that.

His heart melts at your words, and he started tearing up. You pull away, and he cups your cheeks.

He lets out a short sigh, making up his mind. “Alright baby. Well, I’ll just say it,” he tells you, now opting to hold your hands. Jackson gently squeezes them as he admits, “I’m a werewolf.”

You pause, staring at him as you replay his words in your mind. You then pull away and laugh, shaking your head. “No, seriously Jackson,” you say, feeling anxious. Why would he lie to you?

“I am being serious,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Then-then prove it,” you say, but it comes out as more of a question.

Jackson sighs softly, tilting his head some. “Alright. Count to ten and come into your room,” he says, going in.

You huff, counting out loud.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Five.”

You stand up and head towards your room.

“Six.”

“Seven.”

“Eight.”

“Nine.”

“Ten.”

You turn the doorknob and say, “I’m coming in now.”

You open the door and are immediately greeted with a massive wolf. Oddly enough, he had the eyes of Jackson.

You quickly shut your door, knowing you weren’t allowed to have pets in your building.

“Um…” you begin, staring at him in confusion. You look around the room, wondering where Jackson was, only to notice his clothes on the floor. “So, you’re really-?” you begin, looking at the wolf again.

He nods and you groan, covering your face with your hands.

You hear him jump off the bed, and after hearing snapping and popping, you glance up and see Jackson pulling his pants back on. You quickly look away, your cheeks heating up as you try not to stare at his well defined body.

“Told you so,” he murmurs, smirking because he knew.

[fandomnoire]

jackson wang smut

is this a snippet of something more or just a drabble written to pass the time and get out my jackson feels? even i don't know but i hope you like it. under the cut bc it's insta-smut.

Jackson kisses your pussy the way he kisses your mouth - with reverence and a passion that leaves you gasping for more. His eyes are closed as your fingers tangle through his hair and he hums out a moan of pleasure against you, like you might be his very last meal - and he intends to feast.

You could tell by the look in his eyes when he came in exactly the kind of night he had in store for you: he was going to eat you out and make you come until your legs ached from their trembling and you could barely breathe without moaning his name, until you were begging him to stop and your soul had damn near left your body...and then he was going to fuck you senseless.

[faes-land]

GOT7 Masterlist

🔞= Smut, 💞=Fluff, 💔=Angst

JayB:

Call Me Daddy 🔞

Look At You 🔞

Mark:

Be Patient 🔞

[smileysuh]

Open Season : Mark-Jin-Son

Summary: You’re Jaebum’s fuck buddy and all his friends respect that, even if they all find you attractive. Jinyoung, Mark and Jackson find themselves at a Halloween party and you’re there, looking amazing. Jaebum texts Jackson and makes it clear that he doesn’t care if you hook up with people at the party. The guys take this as an open invitation, which makes you fair game.

Pairing: Mark x reader. Jinyoung x reader. Jackson x reader. 

Word count: 5.3k

warnings: super filthy smut. oral (both m/f receiving), multiple orgasms, a little spit roasting, no anal, general angst, Dom!Jinyoung, Mark and Jackson are pretty dom but Jinyoung is in charge, Sir!Jinyoung, lots of praising the reader, “good girl”, sinful mentions of Jaebum while the guys are fucking the reader, slight possessiveness, sweet aftercare. 

*****

Jackson’s eyes wander over your body. His tongue wets his lips and he swallows thickly, noticing his body’s natural reaction to you. He grips his phone tighter in his hand, deciding to watch you for a few more moments before being a good friend. After all, there isn’t anything wrong with watching for a few moments right?

He can feel his pants getting tighter, can feel the blood rushing down. You’ve always had this sort of effect on him, from the first day he’d bumped into you leaving Jaebum’s room at three AM. 

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[7gabytuan7]

R: ¿Oye Vegetta como se siente ver a Willy sin camiseta todos los días ?

V: ah... Pues bien, Pero ya estoy acostumbrado no ves que hemos vivido junto muchos años.

R: yo no veía a Mangel sin camiseta nunca eh... Te aviso.

Uis.......

[nopersonthere]

Miembros de Karmaland.

[yer-cute-when-you-scream]

Corruption ~ Im Jaebeom

WARNINGS: Smut, Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up), Dom/Sub Scenarios, Choking,  Voyeurism, slight Yandere, Corruption.

I just wanted to surprise daddy, then Jackson walked in instead and tried corrupting me and daddy didn’t like that. @yanderejb

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[cloverfics]

loved • j.w

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 fluffy, chubby reader, insecure!reader, jackson's a sappy sweetheart, body positivity,body worshipping?, a lot of pet names, oral/face sitting [f], tiny bit of overstimulation, dirty talk ??

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 smut, fluff, lovingsweetsoftadorablecaringboyfriend!jackson

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 0.9k

𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 tbh i was in my feelings so.., yea

you hugged your body, your arms wrapping fully around your plush torso. your body was bare as you sat on the back of your legs. staring at the one you loved. "i—i don't know jackson. what if i suffocate you?" you were dead serious with that comment.

but jackson being the lighthearted soul he is, he laughed it off. "honey, that's not going to happen"

you see, jackson wanted to try a new position. one that you've been trying to avoid for— like— ever. your exes never suggested it, your one nightstands never suggested it, and neither did you. but then jackson wang had to step in the picture and make you love yourself.

it's not like he forced it on you. it was a slow process, like the melting of butter on the warmest of stoves. jackson was always there when you were down. he held your hand, kissed your tears away, made you feel loved.

i love everything about you, he would always claim. anytime, anywhere, his hands were on you. whether it was slapping your ass as you walked past or when he'd peck your lips while he made love to you.

honestly he was the only lover that truly appreciated your body. your rolls and all. he loved them. it was overwhelming at most times but he was taken with you and you just weren't used to that.

"i'm serious" you pouted.

jackson sighed and grabbed your hands. kissing each of them before speaking, "my love, i wish you could see what i see"

"what do you see?" you muttered, glancing down at your cotton sheets.

"a gorgeous, sexy, beautiful woman" his words made you blush and pull your hands from his. returning them to wrap around your body.

"don't hide, baby" jackson placed both of his hands on your jaw, lifting your gaze to him. you couldn't even hold his gaze then.

"i love you, okay? i just want to make you feel good. if you really don't want to do this, okay, fine. i'll pleasure you another way"

you sighed and nodded. here he goes again, showing you the utmost amount of love and then when he notices you can't take it, he tries another way. jackson never stops and you admire that about him.

"okay" you looked him in his eyes.

"okay?" he bit back a smile.

"i'll do it. we can do it" before you knew it, jackson was landing kisses all over your face in the most tenderly way.

"tell me when you want me to stop, okay?" you responded to him with a nod.

jackson laid back, his head landing on the pillows. with an inhale that gave you some confidence, you crawled your way up the bed. jackson's hands not being able to shy away from you, not even for a second.

you stopped right above his chest. hovering over his pecks. jackson pouted, "why'd you stop? come here"

"just want some confirmation" you giggled at the feeling of his fingertips sliding down your back.

you gasped and squeezed your eyes shut when he sent a slap to your ass. "is that enough confirmation for you?"

you smiled and pecked his lips. mumbling a small, "here goes nothing"

you moved up and positioned yourself to hover over jackson's mouth. being too bashful at this moment to look at him. "you know, this might be my favorite view" jackson said before blowing cool air onto your slit.

you hummed in anticipation, getting needier when jackson gripped your hips. he brought your sex down to meet his mouth. his tongue immediately greeting your clit. "so wet for me" he mumbled in between laps at your slit.

"jackson" you cried out brokenly as soon as he attached his lips to your throbbing clit. your hands gripped and steadied yourself on the pillow under his head.

absentmindedly, your began to rock your hips while jackson's tongue prodded at your entrance. "stay still for a minute, angel" and that was for him to push his tongue completely through your folds and flex inside of you.

you threw your head back in bliss, once jackson encouraged you to rock your hips against his mouth again. his hot mouth rotated between sucking at your clit and repeatedly having his tongue push into you.

"so pretty" he moaned on your pussy, referring to your slit. your face was flushed, your legs were weak, you needed to come.

"i can hear you, baby. come for me" he pressed his tongue flat out on your clit while you rode his face. hoping it would help you get to your high faster. and it did.

"jackson" you squeaked. shaking from how heavenly the feeling of releasing was. jackson didn't stop there, he brought his fingers up to slip through your folds and milk every last drop of your cum as he could. not forgetting to flick his tongue on your clit.

the continuation of stimulation brought tears to your eyes. "ja—jackson! enough. t—too much" you churned out between your throaty, but soft moans.

on cue, jackson stopped everything in motion and placed your hips on his chest. "okay?" he smiled up at you. you nodded, trying to get control of your heavy breathing.

lustfully, you watched him lick your juices clean from his digits. his hands came up to wipe away the small amount of tears that had fallen. "your face is so pretty. i wish i could do more to you" he grumbled lowly.

every single second of the moment that had just occurred made your heart swell. the thought of doing it again made you drip. your confidence raised just a smidge and you smirked down at your boyfriend.

"then do it"

[kpop---scenarios]

Dirty Girl

Pairing: Jackson Wang x reader/ Song Mino x reader 

Warning: • Cheating • Masturbation  • Face fucking • Anal  • Double penetration  • Candle play (wax play) (slightly)  • Overstimulation • Orgasm denial • Sensory Deprivation (slightly) • Bondage (slightly)  • Gagging • Slight degradation • Nipple clamps • Threesome  

Word Count: 9.9k 

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[got7-jjjswife-deactivated202208]

Unfaithful Part 3- (Jackson x Reader)

Genre: Angst 

Previous Chapter: Part 1, Part 2 

Jackson was staring at you with his eyes wide open and your best friend still on his lap, but once he saw you in tears he didn’t hesitate to run towards you making Lee Na tumble backwards onto the floor. You mind was hazy and clouded with thoughts, honestly when you wanted to open the door and confront Jackson you didn’t realize how overwhelmed it was going to make you feel. When you saw Jackson walk towards you all you wanted to do was run, to run away from this situation and to run away from him and that’s what you did. You quickly turned around and dashed towards the elevator before Jackson can catch up. You heard Jackson calling out your name but you ignored him and ran as fast as you could, your leg still hurt from the fall you had earlier making you slow down a little but you still managed to run pretty fast. Tears were streaming down your face making your vision blurry that you did not notice someone walking in the hallway. You ran straight into him making both of you fall to the ground. 

“Ahhh…” you screamed when you landed on your knees with a thud, you felt a really sharp pain in your leg, your swollen leg was now bleeding. 

“Oh my god, Y/N. Did I hurt you bad” Youngjae said, his face full of worry as he held onto your shoulder helping you get back up, but your legs gave up on you making you slide back down to the ground. You started sobbing, your whole body shaking as you did. You tried holding back your sobbs but you just couldn’t; the pain in your leg and just witnessing Jackson cheating on you with your best friend was unbearable. Poor Youngjae who was clueless about what really happened thought you were crying because of him. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to bump into you. Are you hurt badly? Do you want me to get the nurse on-call?” he asked frantically, he was both worried and guilty for putting you in a position like this. As much as you wanted to tell him that it’s not his fault you couldn’t stop sobbing making it difficult to form coherent sentences. You felt as if someone just sucked all the oxygen out of your lungs when you heard Jackson’s voice from behind you. 

“Y/N” he called, before running towards you and kneeling down in front of you pushing Youngjae aside. 

“Y/N…. Babe… are you all right” he asked his voice soft and gentle.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her, hyung. It was an accident” Youngjae confessed to Jackson. Jackson completely ignored Youngjae’s comment as he was too focused on you. When he saw your swollen, bleeding knee Jackson brought his hands to gently touch it. 

“Babe, your bleeding” he whispered quietly, bringing his hands to your knee.

“Don’t you dare touch me” you yelled, pushing him back as hard as you can making him bump into Lee Na, who was standing right behind him. 

Youngjae was surprised to see you yell at Jackson because for the past five years of your relationship you and Jackson have never argued or fought with each other in front of the boys. All of sudden you heard the door behind you open and you saw Jaebum, Jinyoung, Mark, and Yugyeom step out.

“What’s going on here” Jaebum asked confused. 

“What is she doing here” Mark said, looking up at Lee Na. Jinyoung had already sensed what might have happened. 

“Let’s talk inside” he said, glancing at Jaebum, Jaebum got the hint and looked down at you, he crouched down and put his arm around your shoulder and helped you get up. 

“Let’s go inside my studio” Jaebum said, you put one arm over Jaebum’s shoulder and Jaebum wrapped his arm around your waist giving you extra support as you limped inside his studio. Jinyoung pulled out a chair for you, and Jaebum helped lower you down onto the seat. Once everyone was in the room Yugyeom closed the door and locked it so no one else can come inside. 

“What the hell is happening” Jaebum asked sternly looking at Jackson. But before Jackson could answer Youngjae started blaming himself for everything that has happened. 

“It’s all my fault hyung. I bumped into Y/N making her fall to the ground and causing her knee to bleed” Youngjae replied, looking at you, his eyes were filled with tears;  you felt horrible you made Youngjae feel like this. 

“It’s not your fault” you assured him.   

“Then whose fault is it” Mark asked. 

“Mine” Jackson replied. Everyone turned their heads to face Jackson, Jackson stood there staring at you, his eyes red. You tried to ignore Jackson’s stare but you can feel his gaze on you and it made you squirm in your seat. The last thing you wanted was to look at Jackson or your best friend who was standing right next to him. 

“What did you do Jackson” Jinyoung asked disappointed. 

“I… I cheated.. on Y/N” Jackson said stuttering, looking down at his feet in embarrassment. 

“With who” Yugyeom asked confused. 

“Isn’t it obvious, with the girl standing next to him” Jaebum scoffed, glaring at both of them. 

“So the girl’s voice we always hear in your studio wasn’t Y/N’s” Yugyeom asked looking at Jackson in disgust, Jackson’s silence answered the question. You felt a sharp pain in your chest, Jackson has been meeting up with Lee Na in his personal studio so often that even the boys noticed, when the only time you went to his studio was when you both were still dating. You placed a hand over your mouth trying to muffle your cries. Youngjae walked closer and placed a hand on your back trying to calm you down. Jaebum walked over to Jackson and grabbed him by the collar, Jinyoung managed to stop him from punching Jackson. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you” Jaebum muttered through his tightly clenched jaw. 

“Why” you asked quietly, “Why wasn’t I enough for you? Why didn’t you just tell me that you didn’t love me anymore? Why did you have to cheat on me? Why did you have to hurt me? Why…. ” you cried, hiding your face in your hands. 

Jackson pushed Jaebum aside and walked towards you, he kneeled down in front of you and pulled your hands away from your face.

“Baby look at me” he said, lifting your face with his hand. “I love you and you mean the world to me. I was stupid for cheating on you and I don’t even know why I did it. It wasn’t worth it at all and if I can take it all back I would” he said slowly so you comprehended every word he said. You looked straight into his eyes, you saw the warmth and affection in his eyes something that you haven’t seen in days, the same stare he had when you both were still dating and the same stare he had on your wedding day. You fell deep into his stare until Lee Na’s voice pulled you out of the trance. 

“Then what was I to you” Lee Na said raising her voice. She clenched her hands into a fist and furrowed her brows. 

“A side chick, a homewrecker, and oh yea don’t forget a backstabbing friend” Mark ridiculed, Yugyeom nodded his head agreeing to what Mark said.

“Jackson, they don’t understand what you and I had. Tell them everything you told me, tell them how I made you feel  or else I will” Lee Na threatened.  You’ve never seen Lee Na this angry before, it made you really anxious. Jackson sensed your anxiousness and held your hand tightly. Usually  whenever Jackson held your hand you immediately felt more relaxed and calm but today you felt the opposite you felt even more anxious and tensed; you quickly pulled your hands away from his and Jackson looked at you confused and hurt.   

“And Y/N, it took you long enough to figure out your husband was cheating on you” Lee Na said coldly, “if I hadn’t left that lipstick mark on Jackson’s shirt you still would have been clueless to what your husband was doing behind your back” she scoffed.  It all made sense now, you knew the lipstick outline on Jackson’s dress shirt was too perfect to be an accident, she left it there on purpose, and maybe she purposely giggled loudly through the phone so you knew Jackson was with her, but why. Why didn’t she just tell you directly?

“What lipstick mark” Jackson asked looking at you confused. You reached into your handbag and pulled out Jackson’s dress shirt. 

“This is how I found out you were cheating on me,… that you were being unfaithful to me” you said, your voice breaking and tears landing on Jackson’s hands as he grabbed the shirt from you. When Jackson spotted the lipstick mark he quickly got up and walked over to Lee Na, he was inches away from her face; this was not like the intimate encounter you witnessed earlier in his studio it was more threatening. 

“Why did you do this” he muttered, his voice harsh and daunting.

“Because if I didn’t she would have never found out the truth. She would never found out that you were lying to her. Tell her, Jackson. Tell her the truth; she deserves to know” Lee Na yelled, pushing him back.

“What truth” you said quietly.

“The truth to why he keeps coming back to me” Lee Na replied.

To Be Continued….  

Disclaimer: this story is purely fiction and was made only for entertainment purposes. Please do not copy, steal or translate any of my work!

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Best Friends with Benefits | Jackson Wang

pairing(s): Jackson Wang x Reader

genre: Smut

warning(s): Protected sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, riding, Jackson’s huge praise kink

word count: 3,5k

summary: None of your boyfriends have ever been able to satisfy your needs, so your best friend offers to help you out

“Son of a fucking bitch…” Your growl doesn’t go unheard by your good friend, who’s already deep into her salad when you haven’t even touched yours. For the past hour, you’ve been too busy in sorting things out with your boyfriend. The bastard had known you were going out, but pulled this shit anyway. Just your luck. 

“What’d he do this time?” Your friend hums, shoving another forkful of lettuce and tomatoes into her mouth. “Let me guess, hooked up with that one sorority hoe?” 

“Now is really not the time,” You are less than amused with her muffled retort, considering your so called boyfriend just sent you a nude that obviously meant for you. Last time you checked, your name hasn’t changed in the past few hours since you’ve seen him. 

Your friend sighs, “I told you this was a bad one, (Y/N). You don’t listen,” 

“I really don’t need the whole “I told you so” speech right now.” You quickly gather your things and shove your untouched salad toward her. “I’m sorry, I’ll make this up to you.” 

“Don’t worry about it. Just make sure you kick his ass nice and good for me.” With a malevolent smile, your friend raises her glass in a fake cheer and takes a long sip. You can’t help but laugh at her evilness, knowing that by the time you were done with your boyfriend–sorry, EX-boyfriend, he wouldn’t be able to have sex for at least another year. 

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Fendiman (Jackson Wang/Sugar Daddy Au smut)

A/N: This wasn’t requested but Fendi rich man Jackson is making me feel some kind of way. 

Inspired by Jackson Wang and “God’s and Monster’s” by Lana Del Rey

Word count: 8017 words. (it’s long y’all) 

Tags: uhh, sugardaddyxsugarbaby, strippers, sex?, cursing that’s about it

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Fendiman (Jackson Wang/Sugar Daddy Au smut)

A/N: This wasn’t requested but Fendi rich man Jackson is making me feel some kind of way. 

Inspired by Jackson Wang and “God’s and Monster’s” by Lana Del Rey

Word count: 8017 words. (it’s long y’all) 

Tags: uhh, sugardaddyxsugarbaby, strippers, sex?, cursing that’s about it

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Sleepover

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,063

Warnings: SMUT, dirty talk, rough sex(?), dry humping, cunnilingus, lying to best friend.

Luca’s Note: I haven’t written male x female smut in a year at least so… be aware? I tried. Let me know if you want more stuff like this.

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TL Note:  this was for june 1st, which is children’s day!

Editor’s note: So the kid calls Qiu Tong and Sun Jing “Sister” but they aren’t related or anything. I guess it’s a respectful way to address an older female (who might treat you kindly like a sister would), kinda like “onee-san” in Japanese. He’s showed up before. 

Update from Tan Jiu, translated by Yaoi-BLCD.

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