A/N: Got a request for some more Jackson on here, so I finally finished this story I started about 3 years ago!
Jackson had had a long day and you knew this. It wasn't a surprise to you that after a quick hello and a kiss he headed straight to the bedroom. What was a surprise was entering it later and finding him still awake.
"What's up baby?" you asked him. "Can't sleep?"
You sat beside him and ran your hand through his hair soothingly.
He shook his head. "I want sex."
You were taken aback by his blunt words.
"You look like you want sleep."
"Ride me?" he asked, giving a pout and his irresistible puppy eyes.
"Really?"
He honestly looked to you like he'd fall asleep before either of you climaxed.
"I've missed you. It feels like so long since we were together and I kept getting distracted thinking about you today."
"I can lay with you and cuddle while you fall asleep?" you offered.
Jackson just looked up at you with a pout and his puppy eyes you loved so much. He ran a hand up and down your thigh.
"Please?" he asked again, his hand wandering slowly higher and higher.
"You are far too persuasive, Jackson Wang," you sighed, causing a bright smile to appear on your boyfriends face.
He swiftly pulled you so were straddling him and brought your lips together. You couldn't help but giggle into the kiss at how eager Jackson was despite his sleepy state.
"Baby," you mumbled against his lips and he just hummed in response. "I'm wearing far too many clothes for this," you finished, pulling back slightly.
It was Jackson's turn to let out a laugh this time, releasing his grip on you so that you could shed your clothes. He lazily threw back the covers so that you could join him under them. That was when you noticed that he was already naked and semi hard.
"You really are keen, aren't you?" you teased before climbing back on top of him.
He just grinned up at you, before pulling you back down to connect your lips once more. One of his hands threaded through your hair while the other splayed out against your back, keeping you as close as possible.
As your lips were engaged with Jackson's, you slowly began grinding down against him.
"Baby," he moaned, "Feels so good already."
You smiled before kissing him again, continuing your movements to make sure you were both ready before going further.
As you finally slid down onto him, he let out a low moan, his eyes fluttering shut.
You smiled, letting out a happy hum yourself. "Is this what you needed, baby?"
He hummed in confirmation. "Love you," he mumbled out in his half sleepy, half blissed state.
"Love you too," you smiled, capturing his lips in yours and rolling your hips.
Jacksons breath hitched at your movement, so you continued.
"Let me know when you're close, yeah?"
The only reply you got was a nod as he gripped your hips tightly to keep you moving against him. You allowed your hands to roam from his chest around his body, your hips still grinding against him.
Despite his tired state, Jackson was still rocking his hips in time with yours, his hold on your hips so tight it was as though he was worried you may vanish.
"Close, baby," he muttered, screwing his eyes shut.
You leant forward to kiss his lips. "Good," you whispered in his ear, "Let go for me, baby."
The closeness of your body against his, your soft breath against his ear and the continued movement of you hips timed with his was exactly what he needed to reach his high.
With a grunt as his movements stuttered as you kept circling your hips, riding out his high and chasing your own. After finishing yourself, you pushed yourself up again, looking down at your boyfriend. His eyes were still closed as you softly brushed his hair away from his forehead.
"Is that what you needed?"
He nodded and hummed, the only response he had energy to give you.
"I'm just going to clean up and I'll be back to snuggle you," you said as you got up to head to the bathroom.
Upon your return you pulled on the first of Jackson's tshirts you found and were very unsurprised to see his fast asleep in almost the exact position you left him in.
With a small smile, you pressed a kiss to his cheeks before snuggling into him to drift off yourself.
📖 : After working hard for a promotion, your husband decides to take you out to dinner to celebrate
⚠️ : Unprotected sex (please wrap it and be safe), fingering while driving, public oral (male to female), biting, lots of praise, a smidge of degrading, talks of recording/picture taking, small use of food, desperate San, pussy drunk San
🦌Bambi's notes : Hi! This is my first story back and I'm very excited to get back in the swing of things when it comes to writing and posting again. There are a few more tags added above as I got a bit carried away, but here's something to begin the year off with for book club. Enjoy!
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"Congratulations again, Mrs. Choi"
You smiled at Barbra's compliment, thanking her once more before wishing her a good night. After months and months of hard work, you had obtained the promotion position you had been dreaming about. While it took everything you had, you were happy to finally have the new plack with your name on it and the new position.
As you continued to set up your new office, you heard a knock on the door gently. When you turned around and were met with your husband's smiling face, you couldn't help but mirror it, rushing into his arms with a bright smile. "San, what are you doing here?" You asked though you didn't mind. You loved it when he visited you and the same for him. "I just wanted to come to congratulate you in person, baby" San placed a gentle kiss to the side of your head, pulling back just enough to see your face as he wrapped his arms around you more, keeping you pressed right up against him.
San loved how you felt against him, fitting him perfectly. It was one of the many things he loved about your body: how it felt right against his.
You gave him a small tour of your office, leading him to the large floor-to-ceiling windows that gave a beautiful view of the city. San couldn't help but look down at you with pride in his eyes, pressing his chest against your back as he wrapped his arms around you once more, leaning down so that his lips grazed your ear as he hummed "I'm so proud of you, baby. You worked hard and now you get to enjoy it all"
You smiled as San's lips met you in a gentle kiss, savoring the feeling before he pulled back, suddenly now holding his phone out to you. On the screen was a reservation reminder for one of your favorite restaurants, a smile appearing on your lips as San's hands returned to your hips as he hummed "I got us a reservation. It's nothing, just a little gift."
San loved spoiling you, doing whatever it took to keep you happy and see that smile on your face, though it didn't take much. He enjoyed the glint in your eyes whenever he bought you a gift, the sight always making him want to pin you against the nearest surface.
"It's so soon, though" You pointed out, turning to the clock on the wall. The reservation was at 7 o'clock and it was already 5:30. San nodded, gently grabbing your hand to press a kiss to the back of it, slowly turning you around to face him as he smirked "Well, we should get going then. I want you to take your time when it comes to tonight."
San words repeated through your mind as you got ready, picking out one of your favorite and best-looking dresses and matching heels before taking a long hot shower, taking your time to thoroughly relax. As you put on the dress and finishing touches, your eyes moved over the dress, happy with how it adored you beautifully.
Just as you were applying the finishing touches on your makeup, San could be heard approaching the bathroom, the sound of his dress shoes clicking against the floors as he stood in the doorway. "Hey honey, we should get…" San's words left him in real-time as his eyes landed on your figure in the dress, his mind no longer focused on the reservation, but on how fucking good you looked. You had the same reaction, looking over his broad shoulders and slim waist in his choice of outfit, simply wearing his white button-up and beige vest over it. Though the outfit was simple, he looked absolutely sinful in it.
San licked his lips as you approached him, his fingers itching to touch you as he breathed out "Baby, oh my god. You look…" His words left him once more as he spun you around, his eyes moved over every inch of the dress and your figure, his mouth watering at the things he wanted to do with you. His lips met your cheek before slowly kissing down to your neck, your hands moving up his muscular chest as you hummed playfully "shouldn't we get going?"
"Going where?" San's question was muffled as he kissed your neck, breathing in your scent as he kissed and sucked gently on your neck, drawing a low moan out of you, one that made San press you back against the bathroom sink. You knew that if you didn't stop him soon, there would be no chance of you both making that reservation. As you pushed him away gently to meet his face, San licked his lips once more, his eyes now full of hunger and desire.
"San, the dinner reservation." San groaned at the reminder of the reservation, biting his lip before he nodded, backing up as he said "God, you're going to be the death of me" San couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you both made your way out to the car, his eyes drinking in every movement you made. He found you to be the prettiest woman he had ever seen, thanking the universe every day he got to marry you.
You tried to finish your makeup while he drove, the sight of you applying your lip gloss in your little compact mirror making it hard for San to simply focus on the road. His hands tightened around the wheel for a moment, his lips itching to meet yours and lick off the lip gloss. You gently pressed your lips together to spread the lip gloss evenly, not noticing San's hand leaving the wheel to meet your thigh over the dress. It seemed like such a simple touch, offering him a small smile before you returned to your lips.
"What kind of lip gloss is that?" San asked, his eyes glancing over to yours for a moment before returning to the road, focusing on driving once more. "I think it's stawberry-" You were unable to finish your words as San's hand shot up to grip your cheeks, pulling you into a deep kiss with him as he pulled up to a red light. You moaned gently as San's tongue met yours, your lips moving together in a heated kiss as San's hand left your cheeks to move down your body, greedily grabbing and feeling every part of you before pushing away your thighs, his finger meeting your panties. You couldn't help but pull back to bite your lip as San continued driving with one hand, his other hand working on slipping your panties to the side as he pushed in a finger to your pussy, a moan leaving you both.
"You're so wet, honey" San breathed out, his finger moving in and out of you at a slow pace, the palm of his hand rubbing small circles on your clit. You gripped the seat at his motions, letting him do as he pleased as you continued to let out your moans into the car. The sight of you relaxed, head tossed back against the seat made San's cock twitch, gripping the wheel as he sped up, rushing now to the restaurant.
Your eyes opened to the sound of San's door slamming shut, the backseat door opening to show San climbing into the back, his lips and tongue wrapped around the finger that was just inside of you. His eyes were dark, a moan leaving him as he met your eyes. He motioned for you to meet him in the back with his free, only freeing his finger from his lips when you sat on his lip, his lips crashing with yours in a messy kiss.
"We have 15 minutes left before our reservation" San groaned against your lips, carefully moving so that you were against the seat as he moved onto his knees in front of you, kissing down your thighs as he mumbled "I want my appetizer"
Who were you to deny your husband such a need?
As you simply opened your legs wider for San, he smirked at the sight, blowing some air onto your wet pussy with a playful grin on his lips.
"Now isn't the time for that, San" You mumbled, running your hand through his styled hair as you pushed his head towards your pussy. San smirked, knowing you were right as he let you bring his lips to your pussy, moaning immediately at your taste. He took his time enjoying you, his tongue moving in and out of your pussy lips as he looked up at you through his glasses. He let you move your hips against his face, his own eyes rolling shut as you gripped his hair to press him more against you.
"Hmm, ride my tongue honey. Let me taste you" He moaned, his fingers pressing into your thighs as he focused on licking up all your wetness. You tossed your head back as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking hard on it before he pulled back to mumble against your pussy "such a good girl for me. so fucking tasty"
Your moment with San was interrupted by the sound of his phone going off, letting him know that it was time for the reservation. He sighed gently before pressing a few more kisses to your pussy, as if kissing it goodbye before he pulled back to allow you both to fix up your appearance. He bit his lip at the sight of you reapplying lip gloss once more, wanting nothing more than to kiss it off of you again.
"You know," San hummed as you both exited the car and began to walk to the restaurant hand in hand. "I wouldn't mind just going back home and celebrating there"
"San" You gently scolded him as you both entered the restaurant, following the hostess to your table. San smirked gently, squeezing your hand to let you know he was playing around with you.
The hostess led you both to a private room dining room that had a beautiful view of the ocean, the room full of candles to give it a romantic glow. You gasped gently as San led you into the room, pulling out the chair for you as he said "I wanted to celebrate in a more intimate setting" He gently placed a kiss on your shoulder before moving to sit across the table from you, smiling proudly. He knew based on the glint in your eyes that he picked right for the reservation, his heart racing as you gently thanked him. He placed his hand on top of yours, gently pulling it to his lips as he said "Anything for you, my love. And you deserve it, you worked hard for that promotion."
San placed a kiss on your wedding band, making your heart skip a beat as he intertwined your fingers with his, admiring how perfectly they fit. San was a perfect life partner for you, someone who was driven and loved with his whole chest. You were his world and he wanted to make sure you knew that at all costs.
Soon the table was covered in food, San supporting you in ordering anything you wanted to try. You hummed happily as you both picked at the various dishes, both of you tasting the various foods with smiles on your face. You fed him some beef, smiling as he hummed "That has to be my favorite thing I've put in my mouth tonight."
You raised an eyebrow playfully at his words, your mind thinking back to the moment you both shared in the car before you both came inside, feeling more wetness gather at the memory. "Oh really?" You asked flirtatiously, leaning forward onto your hand as you met his eyes. At your new tone of voice, San raised his own eyebrow, putting down his fork as he said "Well, not as good as you of course." You hummed at his words, picking at your food with a faux pout on your lips. The sight made San smirk, leaning back in his chair as he asked
"You don't believe me?"
You shook your head, shrugging as you continued eating, your eyes moving to look out the window at the water. San scoffed at your answer, his eyes roaming your body hungrily before he decided to prove it to you. Your eyes stayed on the waves as the sound of San standing up and his chair being pushed back filled the room. You expected him to appear behind you, instead when your eyes left the window, you were met with an empty room. You looked around in confusion, trying to find him when you felt a pair of hands suddenly on your thighs. You jumped lightly before moving the table cover to see San on his knees once again in between your legs, his lips kissing your thighs as his eyes looked up to meet yours mischievously. As you asked him what he was doing, he bit his lip before simply pushing apart your legs more, his free hand moving up and down your covered pussy as he simply shushed you.
You were glad you were in a private room with San, the staff not being able to enter unless you both called for them on the tablet on the table. San smirked as he leaned forward to lick up your clothed pussy, his smirk growing as let out a sharp inhale. He enjoyed seeing you squirm and shake at his touch, repeating the steps a few more times. "Baby, aren't we supposed to be celebrating my promotion?" You asked breathlessly, your voice combined with your words making San moan against your panties, looking up at you with now flushed cheeks as he said "You're right, this is about you babygirl. This is about what you want"
San found the top of your panties, dragging it down your legs slowly before he attached his mouth to your pussy, his eyes locked on you as he continued to lick and suck wherever he could. Your eyes couldn't help but flicker to the door, letting out small moans as he gripped your hips, eating you out to his heart's content. At the sight of your eyes not meeting his, he got a pang of jealousy, wanting you to focus on him.
Your hand shot down to his hair as he pushed a finger into you, San moving your other leg onto his shoulder as he moaned against your pussy "look at me, honey. Focus on your reward" Your hand tightened in his hair as you both began to let out your moans into the room, both quiet and muffled by the music that the restaurant played. You began to move your hips against his face, San adjusting to match the angle. He focused on your face, watching every reaction to everything he did, wanting to make sure to drive you to ecstasy. San had hearts in his eyes as he ate you out, drinking in your taste happily while you held back from screaming his name, arching your back against the chair.
The sight of you panting and gripping both his hair and the chair made San's cock twitch painfully, his hands leaving you for a moment, though he didn't leave you empty as his tongue moved to replace his fingers as he hurriedly removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants, allowing his cock to peek out from the top of his boxers. Your eyes returned to see San's tongue moving in and out of you as his hands worked on his cock, using his precum to jerk off.
"You tasted so good, honey" San moaned, hips pushing forward as he groaned "I couldn't hold back, baby. You're so hot, you make me so hard."
The sight alone brought you closer to the edge, the sight making San forget about himself to give you 100%, his lips wrapping around your clit while his two fingers returned to you, curling up in the best way as he pushed you closer and closer to an orgasm. As you came, you breathily said San's name, hips shaking as San quickly licked you up, his hips still thrusting forward into nothing, wishing it was you.
As you slowly calmed down, San returned to his seat as he licked his lips, stuffing something into his pocket. As you closed your legs and moved to grab your panties, your eyes slightly widened at the realization that he had taken them. San confirmed it by patting his back pocket, taking a sip of water as he said "Don't worry, they're safe with me."
"How am I supposed to walk out of here without them?" You asked, San's smirk only growing as he said "Who said we were done here?" You raised an eyebrow as San flipped the tablet to face him, leaning forward with dark eyes, smirking as he asked "How do you feel about dessert tonight, baby?"
"Shh baby, remember, we aren't home where you can scream my name baby. Here, give them to me"
You moaned as San gripped your chin, making you face him as he continued to fuck into your pussy from behind, propping one of your legs up onto the table to fuck you deeper. You gripped the tablecloth and San's hair as he moved, fighting the urge to moan louder. You bit your lip as San pulled back, his eyes now blown out as he moaned quietly "There we go baby, let me give you my present for working so hard" San began to kiss down your neck, his free hand moving to bunch up your dress more at your hips to use as leverage as he began to move faster.
The only sounds that left you both were hushed moans and the sound of your cock plowing into your pussy, the squelching noises driving San crazy. "San, slow down, you're-"
"Shh, my pussy is talking to me" San groaned, his eyes locked on the sight of his cock moving in and out of your pussy, his tongue moving over his lips as he moved faster. You reached forward further on the table as San pushed you forward with every thrust, San's eyes landing on the cake you both ordered. "Here" San leaned forward, his hips still busy with their rough pace as he was able to keep his upper body up to grab a fork, gathering some of the vanilla cake onto his fork before he leaned down with you, his chest now against your back as he held it to your lips. "Say ahh, honey."
San didn't bother to stop moving as he fed you, chuckling at the moans that did escape you, praising you as he kissed your cheek.
"You're doing so well baby. Here's more, take it from my finger, yeah?" San dragged his finger along the frosting, holding it up to your lips as his pace sped up. You couldn't help but drop your head as his new pace, the frosting leaving San's finger to now land across your cheek. San chuckled at the sight, clicking his tongue disapprovingly as he said "that's not what was supposed to happen baby. You were supposed to open your mouth, look at the mess you made." He continued his disapproving tone as he pushed himself up to stand behind you once more, deciding to take on the opportunity of having you bent against the table like this.
You gasped as San landed a slap against your ass, his pace picking up speed he chuckled, saying "Look at how you jumped baby. All because you couldn't just open your mouth for me. Why? All because this cock feels just too good?" San punctuated each word with a hard thrust, chuckling gently as you nodded. He placed his hands back on the table, leaning down to lick a stripe up your cheek where the frosting was before he moaned "You're acting so messy, aren't you baby? Allowing your husband to have his way with you in a restaurant like this where anyone can walk by and hear us."
San's words and his pace pushed you closer to the edge, nodding before letting out another choked-out moan as San delivered another smack to your ass, his hands now gripping both cheeks as he quickened his pace, groaning "You're just my little slut, right baby? Anytime, anywhere I can give you this cock, my tongue, my fingers, anything, you'll take it right?"
"Yes San" You began to feel tears brimming in your eyes, San's lips pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek as he whispered "That's what I love about you, honey. You'll let me plow this perfect pussy over and over again, giving you pleasure just the way you'd like."
"What if someone were to walk in right now, baby?" San panted, his hips rolling against the flesh of your ass as he leaned forward to bite and kiss your shoulder, continuing to talk, almost to himself as he moaned "You look so pretty like this baby, god, it makes me want to take a picture of you like this. Let the whole world see how beautiful my wife is."
San could tell you were close, leaning down to kiss up your back as he groaned "Don't hold back, please don't. Cum baby, please cum" You gasped at his words, rushing to sit up at his words on your elbows and grip his hair, pulling him into a deep kiss to muffle yourself as your cum coated all over his cock. San cursed at the feeling, keeping you up as his hands separated your ass cheeks, watching as his now cum coated cock plowed into you, the sight bringing him close to the edge.
"Where do you want me to cum tonight, Honey? Want me to fill up this perfect fucking pussy?" He asked desperately against your shoulder, kissing wherever he could as his pace grew rougher, chasing his release as you nodded, pulling him into another deep kiss as he came, his hips shuddering against your ass as your tongue locked with his. San massaged your body as you both kissed, whispering praise and compliments before he pulled back, licking his lips as he pressed his forehead against yours, giving you both a moment to calm down.
"Do you think we were too loud?" You asked as San slowly pulled out, shaking his head as he placed a kiss to your shoulder once more before he pulled back with a gentle mile. "No. But even if we were, I paid extra to ensure that we were in a room with no one to either side of us"
"You thought of everything, huh?" You asked as he helped you get ready, laughing gently as he gave you a smile wink. Once you both were appropriate, San paid the bill before gently holding your hand, leading you with a proud smile out of the restaurant. San gently swung your hands as you both walked, making you laugh gently as you both approached the car.
"Wait, before you get in" San hummed, opening the trunk to take out a bouquet of roses he had hidden. As he held them out to you, he met your eyes once again with hearts in them as he said "I'm so, so proud of you honey. I cannot think of anyone more deserving of that promotion than you." You smiled as San kissed you gently, handing you the roses as he gently rubbed your arms, kissing your forehead as he hummed "Congratulations again, baby"
You accepted the flowers, climbing into the front seat as San did the same with a grin on your face. San smiled as you admired the flowers, gently rubbing your thigh as he began the drive home. "Do you have anything else planned?" You asked, turning to see your husband's smile turn into a smirk, the hand on your thigh slowly moving towards your pussy as he said "well, I plan on getting my wife home and continuing our celebration in a more private setting." You spread your legs more as San pushed in two fingers, San's voice meeting your ear as he pulled up to a red light, hunger lacing it as he hummed "starting right now."
Genre: fluff…maybe a little angst, them being big babies, possessive behavior
Warning(s): none, they are a warning in and of themselves
제이비┃JAY B
Jaebum gets jealous more often than he'd like to admit. He trusts you and he knows how much you love him, but he gets very angry very quickly. Seeing someone capture your attention, someone trying to sway you, gets him hot in the face. He settles for leveling the person with a very bored deadpan as he approaches, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you away. Doesn't bother to address them, simply pulls you into him and carries on with his day. After the anger subsides, the shame takes over. He's stuck staring at the ground, mouth curled in a pout before you cup his face and litter him in affection. He doesn't like feeling insecure, to feel like he's doubting you but he can't help it. It's all made better with some warm words and loving kisses.
마크┃MARK TUAN
Mark is not a jealous man. He's confident in himself and your relationship, but he has his moments. He tries his best to keep his jealousy hidden as it's not an emotion he wishes to revel in. If someone approaches you and you seem to enjoy the conversation, he simply hovers behind you and stares. If you seem uncomfortable, however, he's approaching you both. He rests a hand at the small of your back, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple and calmly ending the conversation. You can always tell when he's upset. His voice gets tighter, sharper, and he's more affectionate following the interaction.
잭슨왕┃JACKSON WANG
He is incredibly protective. He hates the idea of people seeing you. Anything longer than a glance leaves an unsavory taste in his mouth. So when someone actually tries to talk to you it has him on edge. He's moving closer to your side, unabashedly curling around your waist and nuzzling at your neck, hovering over your shoulder. If you don't seem bothered by them, he stops at attempting to mentally burn a whole through their skull. If they actually try and touch you though or start making you uncomfortable, he's not afraid to hurt them—feels it's more than justified—no matter where you are. He gets very needy once you’re back home, draping himself over your lap and pushing his face into your hands. Makes you tell him how much you love him and refuses to move for an hour.
진영┃PARK JINYOUNG
He has a nonexistent tolerance for jealousy, it's always very clear when he gets jealous and quickly boils to the surface. He's not loud, never wants to scare you, and tries not to make a scene. He locks eyes with them over your shoulder, dark and daunting, and makes his intentions very clear. Fuck off. If they're persistent, he wraps a heavy arm around your waist and tugs your back against his chest or hovers over your shoulder and glares. Once they're gone, he gets softer. Subtly touches you: slipping his hand into yours and sitting close enough that your thighs brush.
영재┃CHOI YOUNGJAE
Sweet Youngjae doesn’t really get jealous. He trusts you and almost everyone around him, he understands that the feeling is irrational, you love him and he loves you. If anyone was ever successful in getting him to that point, he would hate the feeling and tries his best to work through it without you noticing. If the person is making you obviously uncomfortable, however, he tries to end the interaction as quickly as possible, firmly introduces himself as your boyfriend. He’ll hide his anger behind a sunny expression, pulling you away from them. His easy smile and soft affection is back the moment you're both alone.
뱀뱀┃BAMBAM
He gets jealous pretty easily, no matter if it's a stranger off the street or a friend you've known for years. Like, he would be unable to hide the fact. He’s very transparent, may get confrontational, and you can just always tell whenever he gets jealous. His smile gets a little darker, jaw clenched tightly and his eyes flashing. He always waits until he feels like a line has been crossed. If they reach a hand to touch you or say something that has you recoiling, he slides his hands over your hips, nosing at your cheek, mumbling a quiet, "you okay, baby?" And takes a little too much pride in the look on the person's face when they shuffle away.
유겸┃KIM YUGYEOM
Gyeomie doesn't usually get jealous easily, mostly because he's too enamored with staring at you to notice anyone else looking, so they have to be pretty shameless for him to notice. He hates seeing you uncomfortable, even if it's only a little, so the moment he does notice, he's removing you from the situation. He has no shame about it either, doesn't even try to hide his intentions when he walks over. He will pick you up and carry you off without so much as a word. He gets really clingy afterwards, whining about you not paying enough attention to him and pressing himself against you, curling over your shoulders.
"Come on Jacks," you pleaded, whispering. The phone dial rang out a few more beats, and you hastily walked into the drugstore and out of the shadowed streets. The shop floor was busier than you had expected, what with the time being too late to be comfortable—some people may have well needed a last minute, urgent skincare fix.
You nodded at the single cashier manning the counter, meeting his eye for a second before he continued scanning for the customer in front of him. With another look through the shop's glass windows out to the street outside, you weaved yourself through the aisles of shower gels and blister plasters.
"Hey, what's up? It’s late, is everything ok" Your friend's voice cuts through the ringing, and you quietly breathe out in relief. You hear rustling in the background, the receiver assumably rummaging around his bedroom.
"Jackson, I just, just stepped out to grab some food from the CVS and—are you free? Were you slee—" You pick up one of the items on display, a scented candle, hand shaking slightly as you tried to read the packaging. "No no, it’s ok, what happened? Tell me," your friend presses, you feel your strained breaths unravel at his comforting tone.
You take a sigh, trying to collect your thoughts, looking around. "Umm, I think I'm being followed," you wrap your other, unoccupied arm around yourself. You don’t hear anything in reply. "There was, is, this man. He was standing outside the CVS when I got there, and then when I was done and left, he started walking behind me." You slowly turn your head towards the glass windows of the store, trying to catch a figure in the periphery of your sight. "Now l'm at this 24/7 beauty shop and I can see him outside, he's just looking at me." “I’m sorry to ask you so late but, could you come meet me? I don’t think I’m too far from where you’re staying,” you ask, starting to feel your chest tighten and stomach turn as the shadowed man faces your direction.
“You’re location’s on, right?” Jackson speaks up, “sorry, stupid question, of course it is - I’m on my way, give me like 4 minutes. Ok?”
You bite your lip, “ok, thank you,” you breathe out. Truthfully, you had forgotten your location share was even on. Jackson’s reminder takes you back to when he insisted you two always have location share on for each other, one of you had asked the other to do so because you were both away in different countries on holiday. It was a nice way to keep tabs on each other, whilst vacationing and just generally during busy day-to-day life. It’s the first time it’s ever come in handy for a situation like this, though.
“Keep me on the line, I’ll talk as I run,” Jackson’s voice cuts through. “Is the shop empty, is there anyone else there with you?”
“Yeah, a couple people browsing and some at the till.”
“Good.”
“Thank you, Jacks, I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t pick—“
“I’ll always pick up, anyways, it’s no big deal, literally, bare minimum,” his speech comes out choppily, in staccato. You can hear his feet hitting the ground as he runs, but his breathing never hitches. “Can you hold on the line for just a minute, please? I’ll be back after,” Jackson asks.
“Yeah, of course,” you nod, staring at the paint starting to chip on your nails, and the line goes quiet.
You hadn’t met a long time ago, it had only been a few months since this housewarming party a mutual friend hosted in their fancy new apartment. There, you struck up a conversation after being introduced to each other, and you and Jackson clicked so well. Whilst being from two different worlds, you had a very corporate job whilst he lived a creative’s dream as a famous musician, you loved the same things. To an extent. And the things you didn’t share in common, had somewhat of a commonality too. He wasn’t a fan of a specific genre of film you liked, but he’d happily sit down to watch your favourite movie, without complaint.
After the first meeting went so well, you two quickly set up regular hang outs. You heard he loved a dish and wanted to try out a new recipe, so he came over for dinner. He had an event coming up, therefore he needed your expert eye on what outfit suited him and the event's dress code best. Also, it wasn't too long before your flatmate's cat fell in love with him, and you'd go on cat walks to the park together—in disguise of course.
A few minutes pass of you inspecting the bottles on display, your pretence keeping you occupied as you kept tabs on the man outside. “I’m back,” Jackson’s voice cuts through the call, his tone serious and stern. “I’m walking in now.” The call drops.
The doors to the shop slide open, and you turn to see your friend striding in. He’s adorned in all-black, some loose joggers with a black zip-up, the oversized hood hung over his head. He meets your eye, and rushes over to you.
His hair hangs low, the ends slightly wet from a shower, and he pulls his mask down a little to speak to you. “Are you ok?” Jackson’s eyes search you, his hand comes up to your shoulder. You smile at the way his frown twists in concern, “I am now you’re here, thank you.”
He rolls his eyes, “don’t thank me, I said it’s the bare minimum. Besides, how could I even say no… sorry, I’m busy, ask him to stop following you? As if—” Jackson huffs. “Speaking of, that’s the guy? Following you?” He, subtly, nods pointedly at the figure outside the window. You’re both standing somewhere deeper into the shop, no one can see you from the outside in. And, Jackson made sure to slow his walking down before turning the street corner, he wasn’t about to lose the perpetrator before he could even get him caught.
You nod, “yeah, I, I noticed he had his hand in his pocket, he kept reaching into it a couple times—I don’t know, I’m probably just being paranoid—but I think he had something in there,” your fingers fidget, clasping around your phone. You watch as Jackson’s brows furrow, his hand drops from your shoulder. “We’re staying until the police come,” he says, finally.
“Police? You called them? When?”
“I put you on hold, remember. Anyways,” Jackson takes the bag in your hand from you, filled with snacks from the CVS, “do you want anything from here, it’s on me.” You walk further into the store, looking up and down the aisles together aimlessly as you waited on the police to arrive. If you ignored the shadowed creep outside, this moment felt domestic. Your bag was even slung over his shoulder. Despite your friendship only being relatively new, you felt you had known Jackson for ages. And, there were always twinklings of other things below the surface every time you met each other. Sometimes they were moments of lasting eye contact, other times, goosebumps after lingering touches or brushes of hands. You were still feeling each other out a little, though, taking it slow to build up feelings until they’d become too strong to ignore.
Jackson looks up, noticing something from the corner of his eye, “stay here for a second,” he tells you. “Don’t move.”
You nod, intrigued as you watch him walk away. He strolls out the store, and you see him walk up to some figures in uniform. Two men. Jackson talks to them, points in another direction, and the officers walk up to the shadowed figure, Jackson looking on. The stalker attempts to make a run for it, but unfortunately for him, doesn’t get too far before the officers hold him down and detain him. The scene moves so quickly, too quick for you to process and before you blink, the officers take him away and Jackson walks back into the shop and stops in front of you.
He smiles down at you, “let’s go, I’m walking you home.”
As you walk down the street, you chat away about your day at work, updating him on some recent office gossip about a work-couple. You don’t pay much attention to the way Jackson scans your surroundings: the way he moves closer to you ever so slightly, the way his hands ready to pull you back in case a cyclist nearly runs you over as you cross the road, the way he checks to see how you’re doing, only to get distracted by the way the warm street lights make your face glow.
It’s only when he hears a bunch of rowdy teenagers run past the two of you, that you register the way his arm wraps around your shoulder, bringing you in closer, shielding you. You look up at him, much closer now than before, your brows raised a touch, “oh, thank you.” His arm around you feels heavy, but warm, and you thank him silently for not dropping it afterwards.
Jackson keeps his arm there for the remainder of the walk home, carving its presence. He keeps it there until he walks you to your door, and keeps it there until you ask him if he’d like to come in.
──✶ inspired by @matchastwb and her drabble WHEN THE PARTY IS OVER
──✶ party boy!jackson wang x mid-life crisis ── after too many parties and watching everyone falling in love but him, jackson wang is officially in his mid-life crisis era.
──✶ word count: 1.2k
──✶ genre/warning: crackfic, light angst if you squint, celebrity au, therapy jokes, mid-life crisis, self-deprecating humour, delusional jackson wang agenda, mentions of your favs stealing everyone’s attention, dramatic behaviour
──✶ a/n: this is literally for the shits and giggles, if y'all ask for a taglist i will force @matchastwb to make this into a series with me (lowkey already is). enjoy! much love <3333
Jackson Wang is in therapy again.
Third week in a row. Same office, same chair, same tragically beige carpet that has seen more emotional breakdowns than his Instagram DMs.
Not because of the partying, or the sleep schedule, or the existential dread that hits at 3am and whispers, “hey king, what if this is all meaningless?”.
But because every man he meets is in a relationship except him.
His therapist doesn’t even look up anymore. She just clicks her pen, like she’s starting a timer on how long it’ll take him to get dramatic.
“What happened this time, Jackson?” she asks, flipping to a fresh page in her notebook.
“Everyone is in love except me,” Jackson declares, collapsing into the couch like a Greek tragedy in designer sweatpants.
He sprawls out so aggressively the cushion wheezes. One arm draped over his eyes, he looks like the world’s most dramatic K-drama second lead who never gets the girl but always gets the soundtrack.
“I tried getting a girl’s number last night,” he groans.
The therapist underlines something. “And?”
He peeks at her from between his fingers. “And she asked if I could introduce her to Jungkook.”
Silence. The kind of silence that deserves its own Oscar.
His therapist hums sympathetically, which is therapist code for “again?”
Jackson isn’t done suffering.
“The week before that?” He sits up just to gesture more dramatically. “A girl asked for Taehyung.”
He throws his hands up, incredulous. “She didn’t even pretend to be subtle. I was mid–flirting. I had a whole compliment lined up about her earrings. And she just—” He imitates her voice in a high-pitched tone. “‘Omg, you know Kim Taehyung, right? Can you introduce us?’” He clutches his chest. “I didn’t even get to the part where I say I like her style. Do you know how hard it is for me to do soft boy?”
“And last month?” the therapist asks, her pen hovering. She’s learned with Jackson that it’s best to let the monologue run.
Jackson’s shoulders slump. He covers his face with both hands like the memory physically hurts. “Yeonjun,” he whispers through his fingers.
The therapist leans in slightly. “I’m sorry?”
He drops his hands and looks at her, eyes wide and traumatized. “Yeonjun,” he repeats, louder. “From 4th gen.”
There’s a pause where even the clock on the wall seems to hesitate.
The therapist finally looks up properly. This, apparently, has crossed some invisible line.
“That… must hurt,” she says, and for once, it sounds less clinical and more like, girl, I’d be crying too.
Jackson’s voice cracks. “Do you know what it feels like to be the ‘do you know so-and-so’ guy? I’m like a walking LinkedIn connection for people’s crushes.” He sits forward, eyebrows knitting together. “Am I old?”
“You’re twenty,” she replies, already knowing what’s coming next.
“THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING,” Jackson cries, throwing his hands in the air. “I’m surrounded by men who look like Greek gods,” he continues, counting on his fingers. “Jimin winks at people for fun. He doesn’t even mean it half the time. His resting state is flirt.” He holds up another finger. “Wonho exists. That’s a hate crime against the rest of us.” Another finger. “Eunwoo breathes near a girl and suddenly she’s like, ‘Wow, fate is real.’” Jackson gestures to himself. “And I’m out here getting friend-zoned into being a party promoter for other men’s relationships. I’m basically Eventbrite with abs.”
The therapist presses her lips together, clearly fighting a smile. “You do host a lot of parties,” she notes.
“That’s branding,” Jackson says defensively. “It’s community building. It’s networking. It’s—”
“It’s you inviting women to environments where all your stupidly attractive friends are also present,” she finishes gently.
He narrows his eyes at her, betrayal in his gaze. “Are you… victim blaming me right now?”
“I’m just observing a pattern,” she replies. “Maybe,” she says slowly, “stop inviting people to parties.”
Jackson blinks.
Stares.
Tilts his head like a confused golden retriever who just heard the word no for the first time.
“Stop… partying?” he echoes, as if she’s suggested he stop breathing.
“Or,” she clarifies, folding her hands over her notebook, “stop using parties as a personality.”
Jackson gasps like he’s been stabbed. “That’s literally my brand, doctor.” He looks personally attacked. “What am I supposed to do? Read?”
“Yes,” she says immediately.
He blinks again, horrified. “Like… books?”
She nods.
He mutters, “I knew this was going to be a hard session,” under his breath.
She gives him a very professional look. “I’m not answering that.”
“I’ll put that down as a yes,” he says confidently. “Continue.”
She takes a breath. “You are more than the fun guy who knows everyone. But right now, that’s the role you keep throwing yourself into. If you only ever show up as the party guy, people will treat you like a doorway. Not a destination.”
He goes quiet at that.
A doorway.
To Jungkook.
To Taehyung.
To Yeonjun–from–4th–gen.
He slumps back into the couch, staring at the ceiling. “So what, I need a new personality?”
“Not new,” she says. “Just… expanded. You don’t have to stop hosting parties, but maybe stop measuring your worth in how many people show up, or who asks for whose number.”
He kicks his foot a little, sulking. “That’s like… half my hobbies gone.”
“Develop new ones,” she suggests. “Ones that are just about you.”
He squints. “Like… cooking?”
“That could work.”
Jackson pictures himself in an apron, holding a pan, accidentally setting something on fire while a girl falls in love with him over ramen. He decides he likes that visual.
“Or,” she continues, “you could try going places alone. No entourage. No back-up dancers of doom. Just you.”
“Alone?” he repeats, like she’s suggested exile.
“Yes.”
“Do I at least get a good outfit?”
“Absolutely,” she says. “But no parties.”
He groans, dragging his hands down his face dramatically. “This is oppression.”
The therapist smiles. “It’s character development.”
He stares at the ceiling again, processing. Somewhere in the distance, a future version of him flips his hair in slow motion and thanks her. Present him, however, is still grieving.
After a few moments of theatrical suffering, Jackson sits up, elbows on his knees, hands clasped. He looks oddly serious for once.
“So what do I do,” he asks, “when the next girl asks me if I know Jungkook?”
The therapist considers this. “You tell her yes.”
He looks offended. “Doctor.”
She holds up a hand. “You tell her yes… and then you say, ‘But you’re talking to me right now.’ And you keep talking. You give yourself a chance in your own conversation.”
He blinks. “That’s… kind of smooth.”
“You’re welcome,” she says.
He leans back again, thinking. For the first time, he imagines a scenario where the girl doesn’t pivot away from him like he’s the customer service line to someone else’s heart.
Jackson leaves the session with one new affirmation, typed aggressively into his Notes app with a little sparkle emoji next to it:
I am more than a gateway to Jungkook.
His new goal? Make a girl fall in love with him before the next semester. Not with the parties. Not with the guest list. Not with the ‘oh yeah, I know him.’
With him.
With the guy who accidentally cries at animated movies, makes terrible late-night sandwiches, cares too much, overthinks everything, and still shows up anyway.
Godspeed, Jackson Wang.
He schedules another therapy appointment on his way out. He knows he’ll need it.
⁀➴CONTEÚDO: Fluff but a little sugestivo! O Jinyoung e a pp estão casadinhos!
⁀➴N/A: Amo ele no GOT7, tem um solo dele que eu amo (Dive, essa música é simplesmente perfeita), gosto muito da atuação dele, homem talentoso demais, beijoqueiro demais, viu 🙈. EXTREMAMENTE husband material, e ele pode até tentar se pagar de santo, ele não é!!!!!! Acho que é isso! Beijos, me digam se gostaram, amo vocês. Boa noite, durmam e acordem bem! Amo vocês²! 💋
[Obs: gostou dessa e quer ler mais do que eu escrevo? Bicha, vem dar uma conferida na minha masterlist e seja imensamente feliz!]
— Ah não, tia, relaxa, é meu marido — você incentivou sua tia a continuar falando, enquanto observava Jinyoung deixar o crachá do trabalho e a mochila no sofá.
Você estava em pé, com o telefone no ouvido, apoiada na bancada da cozinha estilo americano, parecendo entediada. Jinyoung percebeu, porque se aproximou de você e deixou um beijinho no seu ombro.
— Tia, só um minutinho.
Você deixou o celular no mudo por alguns instantes. Queria dar um beijinho no seu marido — afinal, não tinham se visto o dia inteiro, e ele chegou mais tarde hoje. Nem jantou contigo.
Jinyoung suspirou.
Você estava linda, com um conjuntinho novo de regatinha e shortinho, o cabelo encaracolado preso num coque desleixado, porém bonito, no seu estilo casual. No rosto, mal havia maquiagem, mas você tinha usado alguns produtinhos que deixavam um viço natural.
Jinyoung sempre fora louco por você, obcecado. Nunca tinha se sentido assim por mulher alguma além de você. E te venerava pelo menos umas cem vezes mais toda vez que te tinha daquele jeitinho, preparada pra dormir — fosse com o conjuntinho sexy de hoje ou com os seus pijamas engraçadinhos. Ele amava. Sempre terminava numa sacanagenzinha debaixo do edredom.
— É aquela sua tia chata?
— Aham.
Jinyoung gemeu manhosinho no seu pescoço, e você o afastou, ficando de costas pra ele — o que foi um erro, porque ele colou o abdômen nas suas costas, e sua frequência cardíaca foi pro beleléu.
— Fala que nosso cachorro tá vomitando.
— A gente não tem cachorro, amor!
— Ela não precisa saber. Fala, vai… quero te beijar sem nenhuma distração.
Você riu, pegando o celular novamente. Sua tia falava sobre mil coisas ao mesmo tempo, e você não dava a mínima — principalmente porque Jinyoung te virou de novo, a boca beijando sua pele em exposição, venerando cada centímetro que conseguia alcançar.
Quando ele ficou de joelhos diante de você, você quase desmaiou.
— Tia, me perdoa, surgiu uma emergência… vou ter que desligar.
Jinyoung sorriu contra o seu umbigo, as mãos no seu quadril. Você bateu o celular contra o material do balcão, olhando-o como se precisasse discipliná-lo — e realmente precisava.
Jinyoung perdera qualquer filtro desde que se casou com você. Antigamente, quando namoravam, costumava ser tímido contigo. Depois que colocou uma aliança no seu dedo, estava quase fazendo o tipo exibicionista.
— Pode parar com essas mãos.
Você o puxou de volta pra si, unindo os lábios nos dele enquanto pressionava as bochechas de Jinyoung, fazendo-o exibir um biquinho adorável. Você queria que o futuro filho de vocês tivesse aquele mesmo biquinho fofo.
— Tô com saudades.
— Eu também. Mas antes, vai pro banho.
— Vem comigo? — ele questionou, mesmo já sabendo a resposta; o seu perfume já tinha denunciado que você havia tomado banho.
Você sorriu, concordando de levinho com a cabeça. Jinyoung devolveu seu assentir com outro sorriso e uma afirmação:
— Ótimo… não vou te deixar sair do box tão cedo, amor.
summary: You are an art director at Team Wang and urgently need a day off.
cw: poor profread, im sleepy | smut MDNI, fingering, p!v, unprotected sex, praise, soft-dom-jackson, established relationship, oral (f. receiving)
a/n: this man is 100% a worshipper, i’m calling it.
It was just another day— you thought. You loved being an Art Director at Team Wang, but with the release of MAGICMAN2, there was barely time to breathe from all the work. Approved (or unapproved) storyboards, long and endless meetings that disrupted your sleep every day. You knew Jackson very well; after all, you were a team and also maintained a discreet relationship, away from the spotlight. But sometimes his perfectionism was hard to deal with. Jackson was demanding, self-critical, and it drove the entire Team Wang crazy when something big was about to launch. Of course, that weighed even more on you and Henry.
After a long week of reviewing concepts and approving visuals, you felt the physical symptoms signaling your body needed rest. It happened while you were filling your water bottle and talking with one of the stylists in a studio hallway. Your vision darkened, making you lose balance. In a flash, the stylist caught you, and you regained consciousness.
“y/n, you’re exhausted!” the newcomer said. “Does Jackson know? We-”
“He doesn’t need to know,” you cut her off immediately. The last thing you wanted was to cause Jackson more stress. “I’m fine, I just stood up too quickly.” But that wasn’t exactly what had happened, and you both knew it.
That night, you arrived at the apartment after Jackson, and upon entering the kitchen, there was a takeout box with a note:
“Eat well, and take your time. I’ll be waiting upstairs—J.”
You smiled. Someone must have told him that you’ve been sleepless and not eating properly. Defeated, you sighed and climbed the stairs of the duplex you shared with your boss/boyfriend, a mischievous smile forming as you already knew what awaited in the bedroom.
Jackson was in a black robe, hair slightly tousled, stubble just beginning. You were one of the few people privileged enough to witness such a raw and natural version of him, and it made you sigh with love, forgetting all the accumulated exhaustion stored in your body.
“I’m an idiot for not realizing how hard you’ve been working these past few days. I’ve only managed to be a boss, but I failed at protecting you as your boyfriend,” Jackson said in a low voice, approaching you slowly.
“Jacks—” you tried to speak, but he silenced you with a gentle finger on your lips. The sharp, direct way of an Aries like him, always making your knees tremble “I’m going to make you relax the way you deserve. You just lie there and do nothing else. To bed, now.”
A shiver ran down your spine, and a mischievous smile automatically formed on your lips. You bit your lower lip and did exactly as your boyfriend instructed. The surprise was such that you barely noticed the room had been intentionally set up for this moment; Jackson — always addicted to perfection in his art, in his company — finally allowed himself to detach a little from the whirlwind. The lights were dim, with just a red LED on the headboard and small candles scattered around. He was always like that: a gentlemanly, romantic boyfriend, but naughty in just the right measure. The kind of man who made it clear that his duty had always been to worship you.
As you threw yourself onto your shared bed with black sheets, you took a deep breath and waited for him to come to you. Jackson crawled slowly under your body, planting kisses along your feet, thighs, and stomach until he reached your ear.
“Let me be the man you need today, and adore every part of your body I love so much,” he said in a low voice, making your entire skin tingle. You nod, closing your eyes and inhaling the familiar scent of his woody cologne. His lips kissed your neck delicately, causing a soft moan to escape as you arched your body slightly, seeking more physical contact with him above you.
“I have all the time in the world, and you shouldn’t be in a rush either. Let’s remove whatever is holding us back now,” Jackson said, gently pulling your shirt up and over your head. You weren’t used to wearing a bra, so when he exposed your torso and your already hardened breasts, he didn't think twice before kissing them calmly, outlining your hardened nipple with the tip of his tongue and making you gasp almost breathlessly. There was no telling how long you could last if he continued so torturously slow.
Propped over your body with only one arm while he kept his focus on his own mouth focused on your breasts, you distractedly glanced to the side, noticing Jackson’s bicep, so defined and strong, tattoos exposed. He's been working out a lot lately, and his body was getting more and more beautiful and defined. When he caught your gaze, Jackson gently lifted your chin with a finger and returned his attention.
“Ah-ah. Focus here. Turn off your mind.”
You nodded quietly. How could you possibly disobey? He smiled from the corner of his mouth, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before one of his hands slid down to the waistband of your sweatpants, and when he found your intimacy over your already soaked panties, he smiled again and ran a finger slowly over the cotton fiber.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, love,” You barely had time to respond, soon you felt his index finger push your panties aside and massage your pussy in a tortuous way. Your eyes closed, a soft moan escaping as Jackson observed you, intensely focused on pleasing you. Their eyes were half-closed, serious, watching every sound and every gesture your body made. "my girl has been feeling so estressed, huh?"
“Relax, baby,” he murmured as he penetrated a finger, making you throw your head back and moan a little louder. “That’s it, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Jackson whispered hoarsely. The sensation overwhelmed you, and you were certain you were seeing stars, your hips instinctively grinding more against his hand, that now penetrated with two fingers. An erotic moan escaped your lips, and you struggled to maintain some composure, gripping his hair. You were close, and Jackson knew it; he knew you very well. Deciding to use all stimuli at once, his thumb brushes against your clit, while his tongue pays attention to your nipple again. It was overwhelming and you feel amazing.
“J-Jacks… hmm,” your voice barely escaped, desperate.
“I know, love, cum for me, can you do that?” he whispered, lips pressed to yours, and you nodded, utterly powerless. He presses your clit harder with his thumb, and you contract internally, your orgasm hitting like an inexplicable celestial force only he could give.
Jackson kept you quiet tenderly, kissing your face through your climax, slowly withdrawing his fingers. You gasped as he planted more kisses over your body, approaching your intimate area again. He lifted one of your legs firmly onto his shoulder, his breath now sending a cool breeze across your soaked core. His light brown hair intertwined in your fingers, sweat on your forehead, flushed face. Finally he takes you in his mouth, running his tongue over your needy pussy delicately and voraciously; he wants to take his time and savor every part of you. Jackson spends some time worshiping your intimacy, alternating between delicacy and voracity, eliciting increasingly loud moans from you. His hands roamed your body; your thighs squeezed his head, almost suffocating him, and that was exactly what he wanted — you to get lost in his lips. You were to fully relax.
“Baby… I want to cum with you…,” you said, completely weak and breathless, and who was he to deny such a genuine request from his girl? Quickly, Jackson removed the silk robe that enveloped him, and your mouth waters at the sight of his member already so hard with pre cum leaking from the tip. He had held back all this time, and you even felt guilty for making him wait; he must have been sore. Without a second thought, he penetrates you slowly, both moaning and maintaining eye contact that was essential to the magic of that intimate and beautiful moment between you. When Jackson fucked you in missionary it was always much more intense. You didn’t dare close your eyes, staying fully focused on each other, moaning together and finding the perfect rhythm in sync.
After a few minutes, you both reached your peak together, and the sensation was so, so good that tears rolled down your face. Jackson wiped them away tenderly, kissing your entire face and holding your body as if it were the most important thing he had in life — and indeed, you were.
After recovering, he propped himself on one elbow just to look at you and ask, “Feeling relaxed?”
You smiled, nodded, and rolled your eyes playfully. “Absolutely.”
“I love you,” he said sincerely, eyes locked on yours.
“I love you,” you replied softly. He smiled, planting a final kiss on your forehead before falling asleep beside you, so serene and relaxed.
