Dopamine Part 4 | Jackson Wang
Summary: Jackson catches you back at your shared apartment. Can he make everything right between you two again? Word Count: 2k Warnings: 18+, MDNI. Oral (F receiving), unprotected p in v., after care, fluff Author’s Note: We have come to the end of this short story! Thank you to those of you who stuck it out until the very end, I hope this part was worth the pain of last week. DOPAMINE MASTERLIST
You hadn’t expected him to get home so quickly after you. The reception was probably just now coming to an end. His cousins would definitely notice his absence. You blinked at him before setting your clothes down and nodded your head. Jackson took a cautious step towards you, not to close, just close enough. He looked defeated, tired, maybe a little scared. If he was being honest, he felt like a crazy person.
“Where are you going?” You shrugged.
“Hadn’t really thought about it, I think maybe Rosie’s.” Rosé was an industry friend, someone you’d met through Jackson but had become a good friend.
“Don’t go.” Jackson didn’t have much fight left in him. He’d pictured this weekend going so differently in his head, in so many ways. “What you heard, what you think, it’s not true.”
“Okay…” you nodded, your arms folding, “What was it
then?”
Jackson sighed, running a hand through his hair. It was already a mess from the flight and now it was sticking up all over the place. Something you’d usually laugh at, you had to bite your cheek to keep from smiling. You were mad at him, you couldn’t afford to be caught slipping now.
“It was dudes being dudes. It was stupid.” He sighed. “Jae is always saying some off the wall shit and I usually just let him talk. I just didn’t have it in me the other day to listen to him ramble for forty five minutes about his latest hookup. I wanted to get out of there and come home to you.” His eyes met yours. “I didn’t mean a word of what I said, I promise you that.”
As far as excuses went, it was a good one. Maybe you had jumped to conclusions, maybe you had done it twice this weekend. Maybe the only person standing in the way of your relationship was you. You nodded slowly, your arms coming to your sides in defeat, or surrender, you weren’t really sure which one.
“I guess I just got scared. Between what I overheard and the way you are with the girls on tour, I thought maybe I was losing you. If I didn’t try and act like the dominant one in the bedroom you’d get bored and leave me for some fan girl who tries to cop a feel when you bring her on stage.”
Jackson’s eyes fell at the mention of his fan service at shows. He knew there would come a point this would bite him in the ass. You had never mentioned it before, seemed cool with it when you did go to his shows, so he had no idea how you’d really felt.
“You know they’re not supposed to touch me.” He sighed, “And after that one incident we’ve taken extra precautions. But that’s beside the point. I don’t want them. I want you. Exactly the way you are.”
“So if I never tease you in front of your parents again, that would be enough for you?” You raised a brow, your eyes moving to meet his.
“Baby I’d fucking welcome it with open arms.” You let out a snort at his response.
“I’m sorry. For being all over the place. I just, I wanted to show you I could be like those girls but I didn’t want our relationship to be a lie, didn’t want to trick you into being with me because all of a sudden I’m getting handsy in the backseat of a car.”
“You want to know how serious I am about you?” You nodded.
Jackson disappeared, you watching as he left. Well, that wasn’t what you’d be expecting. So serious, he’d left the room? What was he getting at here? You were about to follow him when he returned, a small box in his hand. You looked at it, your heart nearly skipping a beat. That wasn’t? Right? He lifted the lid as you gasped. It was.
“This is not at all how I had it planned. We were supposed to go out to dinner tonight.” He smirked, pulling out his phone to show you the reservation. “Over dessert I’d tell you how much I love you, how you’ve changed my life for the better, how I can’t picture a future that you’re not a part of. I had something in there about how we’re not perfect but we’re perfect for each other.” He moved slowly towards you. “And then I was going to get down on one knee and ask if you’d be my wife.” He shrugged, his hand moving to clasp yours. “But after the little stunt you pulled this weekend, I feel like I need to add in something about how you’re a real pain in my ass sometimes and I promise you will pay for it.”
You snorted and Jackson grinned as he took the ring out of the box.
“So what do you say? You want to marry me, or what?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah?”
“Ask me again and I'm saying no out of spite.”
Jackson slid the ring onto your finger before pulling you in for a kiss. The first real one in days. He’d missed being able to take his time with you. His tongue slid out, tracing your bottom lip and you sighed, your lips parting slightly, your tongues meeting in a battle of dominance.
“So about that payback?” There was a glint of mischief in your eye.
“You did enjoy teasing me this weekend, didn’t you?” You’d be lying if you said no. So you shrugged.
“Maybe that side of me will still come out from time to time, who knows.” You teased. Jackson rolled his eyes, the smile still on his face.
“I believe we have some unfinished business.” You raised a brow at him. “You know, the pool.”
“Ah, I don’t know. Moments passed, I think.” You teased.
Jackson shook his head, his arms lowering to wrap around your waist and he lifted you up over his shoulder with ease. You let out a shriek as he carried you to your shared bedroom. He tossed you on the bed gently, before crawling on top of you. His eyes met yours before his lips captured yours in a gentle kiss. Your arms moved to snake around his neck, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss.
Jackson broke the kiss, lowering his head to leave a trail of feather light kisses down your jaw, towards your neck. His hand moved to your shirt, lifting it slowly. You arched your back, and unwound your arms from around his neck so he could slide it the rest of the way off. His lips continued their path down your body. His hand moved to your bra, undoing it in one swift movement and you shrugged out of it, throwing it to the ground.
His mouth moved over your nipple, tongue darting out to swirl around gently, before moving to your other breast, giving it the same treatment. Your back arched, pushing your breast further into his mouth and he smirked as he moved his lips down your stomach, stopping at your sweatpants. He sat up, just long enough to tug your pants off, you watched him intently as his thumbs hooked into your panties, pulling them down slowly. You lifted slightly so he could pull them the rest of the way off. His eyes roamed your body, licking his lips as he took in the sight of you.
“You’re so gorgeous.”
He lowered his head, his mouth returning to its previous spot as he kissed down to your core, smirking at how wet you were. He teased you, a finger through your folds quickly, your slick coating them. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking you off of him before he lowered his head. Your back arched in anticipation as his tongue moved through your folds, licking a long stripe to your clit. His tongue circled it slowly and you let out a moan, your fingers tangling in his hair. He inserted a finger, curling it with the movements of his tongue setting a delicious rhythm.
“Fuck, Jackson.” You moaned, your hips moving to meet his movements. “That feels so good.”
Jackson’s movements quickened, his fingers curling just right to bring you to the edge. You were so close, but you were trying to hold on, trying to enjoy the feeling, not ready to let go yet. Jackson’s eyes snapped open, locking on yours. He moved his head to look at you, his lips glistening with your slick and you groaned at the loss of contact.
“Don’t hold back, cum for me, baby.” You nodded and he moved his head back between your thighs.
His tongue moves faster, how, you’re not sure. His fingers move in and out of you quickly, and you feel yourself come undone. Your eyes stay on his as your orgasm crashes over you, your thighs tighten against him and your head falls back on the bed. Your hands tangle tighter in his hair, holding him in place as you ride out your orgasm.
Your fight to get you breathing under control as Jackson removes his head from between your legs. He removed his shirt before standing up to take off his jeans and boxers in one movement. His cock rock hard as he slid back onto the bed.
“Get on your hands and knees.” You obey, rolling over, onto your knees.
Jackson wrapped his arm around your waste, pulling you to the edge of the bed. His cock toys at your entrance before he entered you slowly, fully. You stayed like that for a minute, getting used to the feel of him inside you, you still sensitive from your previous orgasm before he starts to move. From this angle, his tip hits you perfectly with each thrust and he knows that.
He moves slowly, exiting you fully before slamming back into you and your head falls to your hands. Jackson’s hand moves to your hair, grabbing a fistful of it and giving it a gentle pull. The room fills with the sounds of your moans and your eyes slip closed as Jackson’s free hand wraps around you. HIs thumb drawing circles around your clit as he moves in and out of you quickly, roughly.
You come together, Jackson holding you close as you ride out your orgasm. He pulls out of you slowly and you fall back down on the bed, rolling onto your back. Jackson’s eyes find yours, a silent check to make sure you’re okay. You nod and he leans down, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He moves from the bed, a hand reaching out for you.
You let him help you off the bed, let him lead you into the bathroom. He turns the shower on, checking for the water temperature to be perfect. You set your ring down on the bathroom counter and follow him into the shower. Jackson looks at you, really looks at you as he backs you under the shower head.
“We’re okay?” You nod.
“Better than okay.” You peck his lips before grabbing the shampoo. “I’m sorry for running away and not talking to you.”
“I’m sorry you overheard that conversation. I’m not sorry about how you acted this weekend.” You laughed, the first real one you’d had in a couple of days.
“Play your cards right and it might happen again one day.”
“Yeah?” Jackson laughed and you nodded your head again.
“Maybe.”
You took turns cleaning each other, you took extra care on washing his hair, enjoying the feel of how soft it was even when wet before moving to clean his body. Once you were both clean and rinsed off, Jackson shut the water off before helping you out of the shower. He wrapped your towel around you, placed a kiss to the top of your head and grabbed your ring, sliding it back on your finger. He made a silent vow that he’d always put your ring back on you whenever you needed to take it off. A promise that he still loved you, that he would never stop loving you. You were his forever and he’d make sure to show you that every day for the rest of your lives.
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