"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.
featuring: jackson wang x fem!reader
warnings: swearing smut: fingering, unprotected p in v, vehicle sex. MDNI, 18+ only*
word count: 1.7k
synopsis: jackson finds a story your friend posted on insta of you with a dude's arm wrapped around your shoulder at a club. instantly getting enraged, he texts you and demands to know where you are because he's coming to pick you up. letting his jealousy get the better of him, jackson takes out some of those insecurities out on you on the ride back home.
note: second time doing part SMAU - hopefully it doesn't suck. this is part of the Larie's Libations 200 Followers Celebration. this was a request by a wonderful anon reader, whose selection is listed below.
thank you for reading!
LARIE'S LIBATIONS - High-Speed Hennessy
[Hennessy] — Jackson Wang
[Cola] — Someone's Car
[Citrus Rind] — Kink (Breeding, Praise/Light Degradation, and Jealousy)
Masterlist
You felt your phone buzz inside your purse, still perched on the barstool that you had been sitting on for the last hour and a half. Reaching inside, you pulled your cell out and saw your screen flash with a new message.
Outside. Driver’s double parked - hurry up.
Rolling your eyes with a heavy sigh, you lifted your cocktail to your lips and finished the contents before glancing over to your friend who was playing tonsil hockey with her coworker - the same one who got you in trouble with your boyfriend.
As you moved to stand, you grabbed your friend’s arm and gave it a light tug to get her attention. “Hey, Jackson’s outside… you good?” Motioning towards the drunk guy kissing her friend’s neck. “Totes, have fun!” She slurred over the sound of the music.
Leaning in, you kissed her cheek briefly before you turned and made your way to the exit. Once you pushed the door open and stepped into the cool night air, standing right out front with the back slider door opened to the sleek, discrete black SUV, stood your boyfriend.
With his arms folded against his chest, and those deep brown eyes hidden behind a pair of black sunglasses, his body language was anything but pleased.
Even if he was pissed and more possessive than necessary, deep down he was still a gentleman. So, pushing himself off of the vehicle he had been leaning against, he extended his arm out to you and guided you the few steps to your chauffeured ride.
As you stepped past him, Jackson’s shrouded eyes took in your frame, eyeing the sleeveless black dress you were wearing, far too short for his liking. With your hand on the door, you stepped into the SUV and bent over, ducking your head from the ceiling, and Jackson slid right up behind you to make sure no one could see underneath the dangerously short hemline.
Finally, you sat down in the captain's chair right behind the driver with a huff, dropping your purse to the ground as you crossed one long bare leg over the other, glancing out the window beside you. Once Jackson was seated in the chair next to yours and by the sliding door, he pulled it shut and leaned back into the leather as he subtly nodded his head to the driver to leave.
The first few minutes of your ride were in complete silence, save for the quiet purr of the engine and the occasional clicking of an activated turn signal. Eventually, you groaned in frustration and leaned forward to press the button between the front seats, activating the privacy window to raise from the bottom of the vehicle to the ceiling - effectively making the back invisible and soundproof.
“What the hell is your problem?” You accused, turning to look over at Jackson with an annoyed tone to your voice. His focus was still facing forward, boring a hole through the privacy glass with his eyes. “Or are you just going to be super mature and not talk about it?”
“Jesus…” he mumbled under his breath, sucking in a breath before he turned to look at you. “My problem is that you seem to have forgotten that you are in a relationship with someone and will let some random ass dude touch you.”
“You’re serious right now? Be so for real.” You couldn’t help but laugh, dryly. “See, here I was thinking that you trusted me.”
“I do,” Jackson interjected quickly. “It’s just every other asshole out there I don’t trust.”
With a pause, you studied his face, his eyes still hidden behind his dark sunglasses. Reaching towards him, you pinched the bridge of his shades resting on his nose and took them gently off of him. Folding them neatly, you tucked them into your purse and looked back to his face.
“Baby. Nothing happened. Shelby was drunk, the dude was drunk, he was pointing something out to me in the crowd and she took the picture. Two seconds later his tongue was down her throat - not mine.”
Jackson kept quiet, eyes searching your face before he acknowledged the sincere, defeated expression as you were silently pleading for him to believe you. After a beat, he mumbled quietly, reaching for your hand. “Good.”
Lacing your fingers between his, you smiled softly as he seemed to relax slightly. Jackson lifted your hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it, holding it there for a moment as he inhaled the lingering scent of your perfume dabbed on the pulse point of your wrist.
Turning your hand over, your palm now open and facing upwards, he pressed his lips to the center of your hand. Feeling you relax into the seat, he lifted his gaze and watched your face as he trailed light kisses against your open palm and the inside of your wrist. “C’mere,” he whispered, tugging your arm gently.
Without needing much coercion, you slipped out of your own seat and shifted to sit down on Jackson’s lap, both legs falling to the side between both of the chairs. Lifting one of his hands, he looked into your eyes before brushing your hair behind your ear. Sliding that same hand to the back of your neck, he gently guided you forward and connected his lips with yours.
Humming contentedly into his mouth, you tilted your head, deepening the kiss as you draped an arm loosely around his neck, your opposite palm laying flat against his chest, fingertips curling into the fabric of his plain black tee. “You know I’m all yours right, Jacks?” He slowly nodded his head, lips dragging over yours again in response. “All mine.”
Gently coaxing your thighs apart with one of his hands, he slid it up slowly against the inside of your plush skin before reaching your core and as his pinky finger brushed against the fabric of your panties he felt the warm, damp spot beneath his touch.
“Shit, you already wet for me? Of course you are…” he murmured between kisses. With a soft groan, he pressed the knuckle of that same finger further against your heat and rubbed your sensitive skin through the fabric that was getting wetter by the second.
“Straddle me, Beautiful,” he demanded against your mouth. You pushed yourself off of him just long enough to resituate yourself, placing one knee on either side of his legs of the chair. Just before you sat back down against him though, Jackson tugged his black sweatpants down just enough to reveal his perfect, hard cock.
One of his hands reached to your ass, palming it roughly through the fabric of your dress as he pulled you closer to him, and the other hand lazily stroked up and down his length.
As you began lowering yourself down onto his lap, you slid a hand between your legs and pulled your panties to the side, allowing Jackson to swipe the head of his cock against your wet folds. Groaning lowly, he looked down between your bodies before gently guiding his tip to your entrance and letting you slide down his length.
Once fully seated inside of your warm pussy, both of you sighed a moan, adjusting to the familiar sensations. Wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulder, you leaned back in to press an impassioned, open mouthed kiss to his lips.
Starting a slow rhythm of rocking your hips above him, you kissed him feverishly, a desperate clashing of lips, teeth and tongues. “Shit, you feel so good,” Jackson murmured, pulling away from your mouth as he began placing a series of kisses down your neck, trailing the tip of his tongue against your sensitive skin.
Whimpering quietly, you tipped your head back to give him more access to your throat. “That’s a good girl, let me hear all those sweet noises…” he whispered against your skin, nipping his teeth lightly at the top of your collarbone before sucking a deep purple bruise into your flesh, eliciting a filthy moan from your parted lips. “Fuck, yeah… just like that.”
Smirking to himself as he leaned back, he blew a breath of cool air onto the wet area he’d just marked into your skin proudly. “Gonna look so beautiful covered in my love bites. Marking this flawless skin as mine…” he mumbled, his cock swelling at the thought inside your tight cunt.
With a low groan, he tipped his head down again to the area between your bodies. “God, look at you… you’re taking me so well, baby.” Jackson’s head tipped back against the headrest, pinching his eyes shut as he felt your arousal start to coat his cock, your inner walls fluttering around him.
Your breath became labored the more you increased your speed, using the strength of your knees to lift yourself up and down on top of him. Dropping your forehead to his shoulder, Jackson could feel your warm exhalation against him, and he lifted a hand to rub your back soothingly.
“Breathe, baby… don’t forget to breathe,” he sighed into your ear, his arms tight around you as he helped move you up and down his length, feeling the delicious friction between your bodies.
Lost so deeply into the moment and the pleasure building between you, neither of you recognized that the SUV had come to a rolling stop. The speaker connecting the driver to the passengers behind the privacy glass crackled on, and his deep voice rolled over. “We’ve arrived at the penthouse.”
Bringing one of his hands over your mouth to keep you quiet as he lifted his hips and fucked up into you roughly once more, he pressed the call button on his door and replied. “One more trip around the block, please.”
Silently, the SUV’s engine restarted and began moving slowly again. Jackson looked back to your face, you expression still blissed out as you continued rolling your hips over him, grinding your clit against his pelvis. “Not stopping until I fuck a baby into you, permanently claiming you and this perfect pussy as mine.”
Okay so for the prompt game, Jackson Wang and I'll leave it up to you for the two prompts but definitely make it smutty and filthy lol 😆
Title: Dopamine
Paring: Idol Jackson Wang x female reader
Summary: Going to a friend's party to get over your ex seems like a good idea…until that ex makes an appearance.
Genre(s): Smut / ex's to lovers / idol au / jealous ex au / angst / a little fluff
Rating: 18+ (NSFW)
Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) / fingering / oral (f.recieving) / jealous Jackson / Dom Jackson / bathroom sex / brief hand job / creampie / multiple female orgasms
Word count: 3k
Banner: @aaagustd thank you! You're the best!
Beta: @kpop---scenarios thank you
Tag list: @shadowkoo @unholywriters
Author's notes: thank you for this request Anya! I hope you like where I went with it.
Singing loudly into the microphone, releasing all your pent up heartbreak and pouring it into the song, the lyrics describing perfectly how you feel inside.
Broken, lost, angry, and upset.
There's only one face you see behind your closed eyes. One you promised yourself you wouldn't think about tonight.
As the song comes to an end, Jungkook finds you, wrapping you in his arms, encasing you and making you feel safe as you remember your surroundings.
You’d only agreed to come to his house warming party as an attempt to stop obsessing over your break-up with Jackson. And yet, it's the second song you’ve sung in karaoke and it reminds you so much of him, you were a fool to choose it. Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you blink back the tears that sting your eyes.
“You ok?” Jungkook asks into your ear.
Nodding into his shoulder, you compose yourself and tug on his arm as he releases you. “Sing one with me?”
With an eye roll accompanied by a wide grin, he agrees. He flicks through the song list, faster than you can read the titles, but one manages to catch your eye.
“Ohh, that one, go back Kookie!”
You point at the screen, bouncing up and down with excitement.
“Really?” he whines, but seeing your enthusiastic nodding, he reluctantly clicks onto your choice and takes the other microphone you hand him.
As the song starts, you're captivated by his steady falsetto, completely forgetting you're supposed to join in until he pokes you gently in your side, snapping you out of your trance.
By the end of the song, he's giving you a piggyback in the middle of the room, spinning you around as you forget the words and giggle wildly into the microphone instead.
As he returns you to your feet, you lean into Jungkook's side to steady yourself, head spinning. As the cheers and applause dies down, so does your embarrassment, and you feel an odd sense of freedom you hadn't expected. You are actually having fun for the first time in months, and it feels good to be surrounded by people enjoying themselves, in addition to the alcohol in your system. This is a marked improvement to locking yourself indoors and watching sad movies in bed. Nights lying awake and having to drag yourself out to work, regardless of how tired and miserable you feel.
Things had not been great since you ended it with Jackson.
Your relationship had become strained and constantly felt like hard work, with his hectic schedules, always flying from country to country for a tour or an event. Not to mention your job is very demanding and the hours can be long and irregular at times.
You couldn't stand not seeing him for months on end at times, alone most nights and miserable while you wait for him. And in attempting to save you both further heartache you'd made an impossible decision for the both of you…one you didn't want to make. Now, you were regretting it terribly, wishing you could take that moment back and erase it from your history.
Jackson's always been the one you’ve wanted to spend your life with and that has not changed, not in the slightest. You want to message him, to call him and confess what a terrible mistake you’ve made but you’re scared.
What if he's moved on already?
What if he has no interest in a reconciliation?
What if he's doing better without you?
The thoughts terrify you and therefore keep you locked in radio silence.
“Namjoon!” Jungkook calls over the music and releases you from his side as he struggles through the dancing bodies to greet his friend.
You can just about see the top of Joon's head over the crowd and your excitement grows knowing all the guys will be here soon. You watch as Jungkook talks to someone next to his bandmate and you wonder who has accompanied him tonight, secretly hoping for Hoseok as he has always been your favourite and is quite often the life of the party.
Jungkooks wide eyes meet your searching gaze and you wave him over impatiently, eager for your dancing companion to return, but instead he looks at Namjoon again, his face serious and mouth drawn in a hard, straight line as they seem to have a silent exchange between them.
You start heading their way to find out what's wrong but Seokjin appears in your path holding up a glass of a bright red concoction.
“You look like you could use a drink, he says, handing it to you before you can argue. “break ups are horrible, just horrible. I can appreciate what you must be going through.”
Placing a heavy hand on your shoulder, he gives you an encouraging squeeze.
“Thanks Jin, but I don't really want to talk about it tonight.” You reply, taking a big swig of the drink and relishing the sweetness as it goes down too easily.
He puts his hands up in surrender, “Say no more, I just wanted you to know that I am always here for you, whenever you may need a shoulder or an ear.”
His attention is snatched away by something behind you as his brow furrows, “Not on the brand new leather sofa, come on!” he shouts, as you watch him deal with a spillage, his comical scolding making you giggle as you turn your attention back to-
“Oh Kookie, here you are.” you say, almost walking directly into his chest. “Come on, I've missed you.”
Grabbing his hand you pull him back to the centre of the crowd and waste no time throwing an arm around his shoulders and swaying to the music, the alcohol in your system allowing you to relax and be more carefree than usual.
“I need to tell you something.” he whispers into your ear and when you pull back, you take note of his solemn expression.
“What's wrong?”
He sighs, “Namjoon brought a friend with him.”
“I figured, please say it's Hoseok, I've missed him.” you respond nonchalantly, before downing the rest of your drink.
“It's Jackson.”
Your heart stops as you look up at him, searching his doe eyes for truth but knowing he would not lie to you, not about this.
“I'm sorry, I didn't know he was coming,” he starts worrying, still holding you firmly around your waist, your bodies barely swaying to the music now, “and Namjoon didn't know you would be here.”
Your gaze moves across the room. As if sensing Jackson's eyes on you, you find him instantly, glaring back at you. Your stomach drops, that drink Jin gave you suddenly wanting to make a reappearance and for a brief moment you wonder why he seems so upset. Until you take in how close you and Jungkook are, your bodies flush against each other as you move slowly to the music. There has never been anything between the two of you, he is one of your closest friends and a main source of comfort during this break up.
Feeling hot and uncomfortable under Jackson's scrutiny, you excuse yourself and make your way to the toilet.
Your feet move fast, desperate to escape this party, suddenly feeling overwhelmed at the arrival of the latest guest, and desperate to get inside that bathroom and shut everything out. A hand clasps around your wrist, stilling you completely and snapping you out of your spiralling thoughts.
“Is this why you broke up with me?” His voice sounds low and controlled in your ear but you can hear the anger lurking beneath the surface, the fury making his voice waver ever-so-slightly. “To run straight to him?”
You meet his eyes then, rage simmering low inside you, ready to boil and erupt but the last thing you want is to have an argument with your ex at your friend's house warming party. Nothing would mortify you more.
“Don't be ridiculous, Jackson.”
He raises his eyebrows at you, clearly taken back by your words, “What's ridiculous about that? You two looked very cosy in there. I bet he's been waiting for an opportunity to make you his.”
Your mouth pops open at the jealousy now seething in his words. You've never seen this side of him before.
“Tell me, how long did it take for you to let him fuck you?” he asks, taking a step towards you, feeling the familiar heat of his body against yours had a warmth blossoming in your core.
“I have not fucked him, I have not fucked anyone since you,” you hiss, annoyed at your body's habitual reaction to him, one you wish you could break.
His eyes narrow, unwavering from yours, “oh but I bet you want to though, I bet you're dying to let him inside you, now you're free of me holding you back.”
The idea of thinking about Jungkook in that way had your skin crawling, no matter how good-looking you can appreciate he is; he's a close friend, nothing more. You yank your arm out of his grasp, feeling the anger rise up into your throat like bile, “I don't want Jungkook, I never have.”
He grabs you again as you turn away from him, pulling you back to him, “good, he wouldn't be able to fuck you like I can, you know that right?”
Your sex clenches around nothing at his filthy words, seeing this dominant side of him challenging you. Your heart beat picks up as does your breathing, an excitement blossoming deep inside you at the promise in his words. You can't even deny it, the bedroom is the only place the two of you never had any issues, and your irritation grows at his arrogance.
“Maybe he couldn't, and maybe he could, either way, it's none of your business anymore. I'm not yours.” you shrug nonchalantly, once again pulling your arm from his in spite of your fluttering core, as you watch his eyes blacken further.
“You are mine.” he whispers darkly, “You will always be mine.”
Arousal pools in your underwear, your desperation to be his again obvious, as you long to be claimed again.
“Then show me.” you challenge, the alcohol giving you more confidence than usual.
He hesitates, searching your eyes for something.
“Or should I go back downstairs and see if someone else wants to claim me?”
His fists clench at his sides, biceps bulging in his taut black t-shirt before he takes your hand and pulls you along into the bathroom, closing the door quickly behind you.
As soon as the outside world is shut out, he's on you, caging you in and pressing you against the door. His lips capture yours with a need so intense it almost brings tears to your eyes and you meet it fervently with arms that wind eagerly around his neck.
His hands roughly explore your breasts before pushing up your top and exposing them to him. He grabs one and bends down, sucking a nipple harshly into his mouth and making you gasp, while you fumble with his belt and trousers. The urgency inside you is unlike anything you've felt before, you can not get enough air in your lungs to ease the tightness of desperation in your chest.
Pushing his trousers down and slipping your hand inside his boxers searching for what you need most at this moment. When you find him, solid and weeping pre-cum, you free him from the confines of his underwear. He moans the moment you grasp him and thrusts into your hand before taking both your wrists and shoving them above your head, pinning you against the wood behind you.
One of his hands slides up your thigh and under your skirt, his fingers push your panties aside and find your soaking entrance.
“Look how wet you are, is that just for me or is that because of him?” he asks against your lips.
“Just for you, always just for you.” you whine.
He smiles against your mouth as he plunges his fingers inside you, expertly massaging that perfect spot. He knows your body and everything it wants and he's eager to get you there.
“Jackson…” you gasp, as his teeth graze your ear.
“Yes, baby, tell me what you want.” His dominant tone practically had your toes curling already.
“You.” Your body writhes, wanting more than his fingers, “I need you.”
Sliding his fingers out of you, he brings them to his lips, and you watch with bated breath as he sucks your arousal from them. His tongue swirls around his digits as he moans like he's eating the most delicious meal. You try to squeeze your legs together for some semblance of relief but find his knee blocking you.
“God, I've missed the taste of you, baby.” he says, releasing your hands and lifting you effortlessly onto the sink cabinet. The cold of the porcelain makes you gasp and before you can adjust, he drops down to a squat in front of you, pulls off your underwear and lifts your skirt over his head.
His fingers spread you open as his mouth envelopes your throbbing clit. As he sucks, your body twitches with electric jolts of pleasure, and when you feel his hot wet tongue lick a stripe up and flick your sensitive bud, you can't help but cry out.
His fingers return inside you, beckoning you to the edge with every movement, as his tongue circles your clit perfectly, the combination absolutely toe-curling. The sound of his moans as he devours you only adds fuel to your arousal and when his breath fans out over you it tips you over the edge. Your orgasm approaches fast, and you unravel wildly around his digits. He grabs your hips to steady you as your body writhes against him, and once the spasms have subsided he rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Grabbing you by the back of the neck, he pulls you forward and slams his mouth against yours, his tongue eagerly sweeping across yours in a hungry dance. You can feel his desperation for you, to show you how much he misses you, in the firm grip he holds you with, the speed his lips caress your skin and the needy moans that vibrate through you.
Grabbing your hips, he slides you roughly to the edge of the counter and lines his weeping cock up against your entryway. Looking up at you, a silent question of permission in his eyes to which you avidly nod.
Smirking, he thrusts hard, making you cry out as you stretch around him.
“That's it, let everyone know who you belong to.” He grunts, as he grinds up into you, a slow but hard rhythm, perfectly tormenting and taking your breath away.
Your back arches, aiding him in hitting that perfect spot inside you. The long, low groan you let out sounds almost demonic but that doesn't compare to the sinful noise of his long, thick cock sliding in and out of your sopping cunt.
His thumb skates teasingly across your clit, making you clench around him, “You like that, baby?” he asks.
You nod eagerly.
“You want me to make you cum again?” he bites your lower lip hard, making you whimper.
“Yes.” You gasp, as his thumb rubs light circles on your sensitive bud, that band low in your stomach being pulled so tight it leaves you breathless.
“Then tell me who this pussy belongs to.” He studies your face as he keeps pounding into you with the same incessant rhythm.
“You,” gasping in response as your toes begin to curl, “it belongs to you, Jackson, fuck!” you hiss, as that taut band feels ready to snap.
“That's right, baby.” he says, as he grabs your jaw and turns it towards him, the action bringing you closer to the edge of the precipice. “Don't even think about closing your eyes, I don't want you to be thinking about anything but me.”
With your eyes locked on his, a whimper escapes as you come down, hard, and wave after wave of pleasure makes you spasm around him. He grinds sloppily into you as he helps you ride out your high but as he does, he also reaches his end, and you feel rope upon rope of his orgasm paint your insides.
As you both return from your cloud of ecstasy, the fog of arousal clearing, he separates from you as he pulls up his trousers and helps you off of the counter. Handing you your underwear, he smiles shyly at you, as you step into them and smooth your skirt down.
His eyes haven't left your face and now your need has been sated, you're unsure where you go from here. But you didn't want to go back to your dark pit of despair.
“I miss you.” he says, as if he can hear your thoughts.
Your heart soars, pounding violently in your chest yet again, “I miss you, too.”
He steps towards you, closing the distance between you and cupping your face in his hands. “Then come home to me, baby,” his features soften completely as he pleads with you, “it's not the same without you.”
You hesitate, even though every fibre of your being wants nothing more than to go back to where you belong. “We'd still have the same problems, Jackson.”
“We won't. We'll work it out, I promise.”
The desperation in his eyes and the sincerity of his words has your resolve faltering.
“Baby, please, you're the last face I want to see at night and the first one I want to greet me in the morning. I will do whatever it takes to make you happy.”
How could you resist? He’s the man you want and he makes you happy, everything else you can figure out.
“We'll both have to work hard to make this work.” you warn.
“I promise you, I will not stop trying.” He leans down and kisses your forehead. “I do not want to lose you again.”
Reaching up on tip-toes you press your lips against his and he returns your kiss, a completely different change of pace, all soft and gentle and full of love.
Summary: A planned vacation with friends for the holidays gets disrupted by a sudden snowstorm. Only two people make it to the remote cabin they've rented in the mountains before the weather prevents the rest from making it. It just so happens that the 'friend' you are snowed in with is the one man you have the most complicated relationship with.
Pairing: Jackson Wang x F!Reader
Genre: Smut, romance, some angst?
AU(s): Frenemies to lovers, forced proximity
Word Count: 5662
Rating: 18+ NSFW MDNI
Warnings: Adult language, vulgar language, complicated emotions, angsty misunderstandings (kinda?), oral (f. receiving), cum on body, pet names, penetrative sex with no protection, I think that's it?
A/N: Surprise @hobeemin I am your secret santa! I hope I did justice to your moodboard (at the end of the fic!) and Jackson (this is my first Jackson AND GoT7 fic!) I truly hope it's everything you hoped for ❤️🎄
This is a gift for the Fire and Ice Gift Exchange for @ksmutsociety. Thank you to @shadowkoo for being an absolute goddess for hosting this for us and all the coordinating and communication. We had a blast! @mingsolo : the banner you made for this is absolute perfection and I can't send you enough appreciation for the help and encouragement you gave me for this. @pars-ley thank you so much for the help and beta reading some of this and to @sanjoongie for helping and spoiling who I had to Ley! (JK I love you 🤍)
Thank you to @saradika and @cafekitsune for the dividers, we all appreciate your lovely work!!!
If you read, comments and reblogs are so greatly appreciated, it helps keep us writing. 💜Happy Holidays to all!
“Damn it…damn it…” You mutter as you pull your foot from the gas pedal once more, squinting your eyes at the windshield. As if that will help you see through the blinding blanket of snow falling heavily to obscure your vision.
You try to loosen your shoulders, rolling them as you attempt to calm your breathing. Being tense isn’t helping your driving, and for the millionth time you curse the weather and the people who’d decided on going to a cabin in the mountains over a nice tropical destination for your winter vacation.
“Fuckers.” You huff, despite being all in for it when the idea was presented.
The muffled crunch of snow under your tires is all you’ve heard for the last half hour of this trip and it’s starting to get to you.
Suddenly a voice breaks the agonizing silence.
“In 500 meters, your destination will be on the right-” Your gps announces and you heave out a breath of relief.
“That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me this whole trip,” you tell the voice as you spot the barely visible driveway. You notice another pair of tire tracks, though they’re slowly being covered by the storm.
Guiding your car into the tracks, you make your way slowly down the path, and the vague outline of a large structure finally cuts through the wall of white.
You can barely make out the shape of another vehicle as you near the cabin, and the first hint of a smile touches your lips as you park alongside the snow covered car. At least someone else is here too, you think as you turn off the ignition with a relieved sigh.
Your phone dings as you grab your bag, and you make the decision to get inside first then go through the numerous messages you’re sure to have. Whoever is inside is sure to have left the door unlocked, so it’s just a matter of braving the short distance to the steps and front door.
After double checking that you’ve collected everything, you tug your hood up over your head and take a deep breath.
You quickly open your door and step out into the blistering cold, immediately bombarded by fat snowflakes to the face as you toss your bag strap over your arm and lug your suitcase out after you.
The thunk of the car door closing is muffled in the heavy storm, your boots crunching along the thick blanket of white on the ground as you hurriedly but carefully make your way to the door.
The front door is tossed open before you get there, a jacketed figure rushing out to take your suitcase from you and usher you inside, much to your relief.
Closing the door behind you, your clammy, frigid cheeks almost burn from the drastic sudden change in temperature, and you finally turn to greet your savior.
Of course it’s him, why would it be anyone else? You think as Jackson pushes back his hood and shakes his hair out, setting down your suitcase and plopping down on it as he gives you his signature lopsided grin.
“Fuck this weather.” He quips, studying you as he blows out an exaggerated exhale. “You okay?”
Why does he always look like he’s smirking? And why does he look so gorgeous when he does?
You just nod as you brush off your jacket, tapping off your boots before removing them and shedding your outer layers.
“I thought Jay was driving up with you?” Jackson asks as he stands, finally removing his own jacket and boots.
You can only roll your eyes as you answer, “Yeah well he was taking too long and when I tried to hurry him along, he said he’d catch a ride with Bam. So…yeah you know how he is.”
Jackson just laughs as you shrug in annoyance.
“Figures,” He turns, hoisting your luggage along with him.
“Hey, I can get that-” you begin, but he just ignores you, making his way upstairs as you watch him in exasperation. You finally take a moment to look at the place you’ll be staying for the long weekend.
The cabin is cozy; roomy but not overly large, with an open first floor and stairs leading up to a second level with a loft overlooking the main area.
Jackson emerges from a hallway upstairs from what you imagine is where the bedrooms are and makes his way back down.
“I put your suitcase in the hallway, don’t want to pick your room for you.” He says as he rejoins you, scratching his chin awkwardly as he rocks on his feet.
“Thanks…I could have gotten it.” You feel the urge to tell him, and he just shrugs as he crosses his arms.
You finally pull out your phone, scanning the many messages you’ve received over the last few hours.
You barely register Jackson wandering off as you frown at the most recent.
“We stopped at a motel about two hours away, can’t see a damn thing! Let me know when you get to a safe place to stop. Probably stay here for the night and drive when it lets up! Text you when we are headed that way. Jackson is already there, so try to play nice!”
You sigh wearily at Jay’s message, annoyed at being called out about your ongoing friction with the irritating man.
You open the group chat and notice said man’s message about arriving ahead of everyone, but nothing yet from the others.
“Just the two of us for now.” Jackson appears beside you, glancing at your phone as you read.
Does he need to be so close? You wonder, his scent distracting you as you try not to think about how handsome the man looks even when he’s being an annoyance.
You raise an eyebrow and give him a pointed look, “For now.”
“What?” He teases with yet another irresistible smile.
What? Irresistible? Brain, he’s totally resistable. You chide yourself harshly.
“They’ll be here, the storm should let up soon.” You announce more to convince yourself than him. The last thing you wanted was an evening alone with Jackson, teasing and bickering with one another.
This is supposed to be a relaxing vacation…being trapped alone with Jackson is just…
“I’m going to find a room.” You tell him abruptly before he can respond, tucking away your phone and stepping away from him.
He merely nods as you excuse yourself, wandering off to do who knows what. You spend the next hour or so unpacking and debating on changing into something more comfortable. Despite being a quick run from the car to the door, you’d still gotten the bottom of your pants wet from the snow.
After taking a bit to settle in, you decide to grab some comfy pj bottoms and a sweater. You find the bathroom, taking a moment to appreciate the jacuzzi tub before deciding on a shower instead, turning on the water to let the room get nice and steamy.
You ponder how you’re going to manage being around Jackson for the evening without getting on each other's nerves; whether to call it an early night or rejoin him to wait for the hopefully impending arrival of at least one more of your friends.
By the time you emerge, refreshed and clad in your warm clothes, you’ve decided to be social and amicable, knowing he’d just tease you for being “afraid” to be in the same room as him. You swing back by your room to grab a book before you make your way downstairs, sparing a glance around the roomy cabin before plopping down on the couch.
Jackson must be in his own room or doing whatever, so you just shrug as you get comfortable and get sucked into your novel.
Your immersion doesn’t last long, as a thump from outside of the front door tears your attention from your story a moment before the door is opened by a very snow-covered Jackson. It takes you a moment to register the bundle in his arms as firewood.
“Fuck!” You exclaim as a blast of cold follows his entrance, and you leap up to rush over and close the door behind him. “Are you insane? It’s terrible out there!”
He grunts in response, dropping the wood into a crate near the door before he shakes the fluff off of himself, spraying you with the melting flakes.
“Goddamnit, Jackson-” You glance out the window next to the door, only to be met with a pure white blanket obscuring your view.
He pushes back his hood and shakes his hair, and you frown at his red nose and cheeks. This infuriating man…
“Had to get some firewood, just in case the power goes out. There’s a generator but better safe than sorry, yeah?” He shrugs out of his jacket, and you shiver from the lingering cold and wipe at the wet droplets he pelted you with.
“Whatever. Just…dry off.” Rolling your eyes at his sheepish grin, you turn and go into the kitchen, rummaging around while he brings some of the wood to the fireplace.
“Going to shower….” He announces as he heads to the stairs, eyeing you and hesitating for a moment, before shaking his head. “It’s getting late, I’m not sure anyone else will be making it tonight.”
You meet his eyes and chew your lip before you nod. “Yeah…probably not…” He gives you a tight smile, his gaze lingering on you before disappearing upstairs. You try to ignore the tightening anxiety building in the pit of your stomach, focusing on poking around at the cabin’s pantry. You finally find some packets of hot cocoa, verifying the expiration date on them before filling the kettle with some fresh water and putting it on the stove to turn on later.
You go grab your phone to check the messages, hoping for the best.
Your heart plummets as you read through the group chat, which indeed lets you know that everyone else is delayed by the storm and won’t be continuing on until the morning or whenever the weather permits.
“Damn. Yeah…who’s idea was it again to come to a mountain in the winter for a vacation?” You sigh as you wander back over to sit on the couch, responding in text for everyone to stay safe.
You do your best to get involved in your book again, quite a bit of time passing before you hear Jackson’s footsteps padding back down the stairs.
You glance up as he makes his way to the fireplace, noting that he’s changed into some loose pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt.
You raise an eyebrow, smirking as he starts piling logs into the hearth. “Cute snowmen, Jackson.” He merely grins, shooting you a cheeky wink. “You like them? I have to get into that holiday spirit, doll. Any word yet?” He juts his chin out as he starts balling up some newspaper to use as kindling, gesturing to your phone.
You try to calm the little flutter that nickname always causes in the pit of your tummy, a term he only uses with you for some odd reason. Brushing the intrusive feelings aside, you nod. “Yeah…looks like the storm delayed everyone. Just the two of us tonight.”
He pauses his crumpling to shoot you a pointed look, and you wonder if that’s a flash of frustration on his face, before he’s back to his characteristic expression of indifference. “It’s just one night, I’m sure we’ll survive,” he mutters, and you can’t tell if he’s annoyed or disinterested.
“Well, I hope you ate before heading here…the girls were supposed to shop on the way up. I saw a few things in the cabinets, but mostly we’re shit out of luck until tomorrow.” You suddenly remember the cocoa, and you close your book to get up and wander into the kitchen to turn the stove on while the power is still holding.
By the time you make your way back to the living room area, he’s got a nice fire going and you set two steaming mugs of cocoa on the coffee table before flopping back down onto the sofa.
Jackson raises an eyebrow at you, his gaze flicking between you and the two cups.
“What?” You inquire, picking one up and blowing on it before taking a tentative sip.
“You…made me one too?” He asks almost shyly, eyeing the hot chocolate as if it’s some kind of delicacy. You pause, taken aback by his unexpected adorable reaction.
“Well, I’m not a monster, and you’re building a fire. It wouldn’t be nice of me to only make one.” You hide your pleased grin behind your mug as he puts the screen in front of the fire and joins you on the couch, picking up his own cocoa like it’s something precious.
“Thanks…” He murmurs in a tender tone, peeking down into the drink, “Marshmallows too?”
An unwelcome flutter agitates your chest at the boyish wonder on his face, the gentle whisper making you stare longer than necessary.
“Yeah, they had them. Too bad if you don’t like them.” You tease to snap yourself out of it, earning yourself the side eye from him.
“Who doesn’t like hot chocolate with marshmallows?” He shrugs, finally sipping his own.
You snort and smile, mirroring his shrug. “At least we agree on something.”
The room falls into an almost comfortable silence as you both focus on the warm cocoa, the crackles and pops of the fire providing a nice distraction from the wind howling against the window panes.
“It’s good.” Jackson says after a bit, glancing over at you before setting his mug back down on the table.
“It’s just packet cocoa, nothing special.” You shrug off the compliment, focusing on the dancing flames in the hearth. Your mind races, wondering what the hell to talk about or do to dispel the sudden tension between you.
It’s just Jackson, you remind yourself as you toy with the handle of the mug, we’ve been in the same friend group for years. You’re not sure if you’d call each other ‘friends’ but it’s not like you’re strangers.
“So…Bam mentioned back in the summer that you were going to bring someone…” Jackson finally breaks your concentration, drawing your attention.
“Huh?” You try to process what he’s asking, then you remember that you’d been seeing someone back when the initial talks of the trip were being discussed. “Ah…nah, just solo. What about you? It’s rare seeing you without some woman hanging off your arm.” You retort, giving him a raised eyebrow.
You expect a quippy response, but he just gives you an odd look.
“What? Come on, no one ever knows who you’re dating or…whatever it is you do, mister Jackson Wang, legendary party host and ladies man.” You tease, bumping his shoulder with yours.
He lets out an indignant huff, crossing his arms and giving you a pitiful little pout. “Hey, just because everyone likes gathering at my place doesn’t mean I like throwing parties. And what do you mean, women hanging off of me?”
He almost looks offended, and you turn towards him with a smirk. “Don’t play dumb, Jackson, I have eyes and ears…you’re notorious for-”
“Bullshit. It’s all bullshit.” He interrupts abruptly, placing his arm on the back of the couch as he turns fully towards you. He actually looks…outraged. “People love to gossip, and just because nosy assholes run their mouths about shit they don’t know-” He runs a hand through his hair as he cuts himself off, turning his head to watch the flames as his jaw tics.
You can only gape at him, shocked at his unexpected outburst. You must have hit a nerve you didn’t know even existed. You’d always heard about Jackson’s alleged reputation, and hadn’t ever questioned it. Perhaps you’d ignored it because…well, it was easier to turn a blind eye to the conquests of a man you’d once pined for.
Your stomach twists at the thought that you’d possibly misjudged him, acknowledging that you’d put distance between you both due to the perceptions you’d formed due to the rumors.
“Jackson…I didn’t…I wasn’t-” You begin, hoping to calm him down, but when he looks at you again, his eyes are full of an odd mixture of anger and what appears to be…pain?
“Is that what you really think of me? That I’m some kind of playboy, fucking around with a stream of meaningless women? That I’m just the party guy who drinks and fucks and doesn’t have a care in the world?” He rants, the hand settled on the couch behind you clenching into a fist.
The only thing you can do is stare with wide eyes at him as he continues, a pang in your heart at the way your careless teasing has led to his obvious distress.
“Jackson-”
“I don’t want to have a party every night, it’s fucking tiring. People are always demanding my attention, being pulled in every direction, women I don’t care about touching me, propositioning me. Do you honestly think it’s easy watching you come and go with different men all these years, giving them that breathtaking smile you never direct towards me? I’m only fucking human, I have emotions, a fucking heart-” He jabs his finger into his chest, the force of it making you wince.
“Jackson-” An icy heat ripples in your own chest as you belatedly start to process his words. My smile? What is he-?
“Is that why you always avoid me? Because you think I’m some immoral asshole who just sleeps around? I haven’t given any of those women a second look, not when you're right there, always hovering in my peripheral vision, just out of reach-”
“Jackson-!”
Your mind whirls at the barrage of emotions and information pouring from him, and you can see the veins in his neck pulse as he seems to be getting even more worked up. He’s not even pausing to take a breath at this point.
“-yet you never even notice that the only woman I see is you-”
Before he can say another word, the only thing you can think to do is lean forward to crush your lips to his, silencing his tirade with your mouth.
“Mmph-” He tenses for a fraction of a second before he quickly grasps either side of your face with his hands, tilting his head as your tongue meets his.
Whatever combination of emotions that were working him up, he now directs into the kiss as one of his hands slips back to the nape of your neck. The sudden turn of events has you lightheaded as you reach out to entwine your fingers into his hair, your arm sliding around to his back.
Before you know it you’re tipping backwards onto the couch as Jackson’s hands start skimming all over your body, groping and kneading while his mouth devours yours. It takes you a moment to realize the soft keening noise you are hearing is coming from your throat.
“Fuck-” He gasps between kisses, “Wait, fuck-” Despite his words, he keeps going back in for another, “Are you sure-?”
“Jackson, shut the fuck up-”
“Yes ma’am-” he concedes as he starts planting kisses down your jawline, to your neck, nipping and sucking as he tickles you with hot puffs of his breath.
“Ma’am?” You gasp out, arching as his fingers find the hem of your hoodie and slip underneath, his fingertips tracing up your sides, leaving what feels like a line of fire in their wake.
“Sorry, doll…I’ll call you anything you want-” He pants out as his palms finally cup the undersides of your breasts. “Fucking hell…” He groans as you shift and part your legs so he can settle between them, allowing you to finally feel the full extent of his arousal.
Your nipples tighten as his thumbs begin to skim over the thin lace of your bra, and your cheeks heat as you realize this man is actually making you whimper.
“Off-” He demands, tugging your hoodie up abruptly. Sitting up, he yanks it up and you have to help him to extract yourself before his hands are reaching behind you to fumble at your bra hooks. “Fuck…fuck…goddamnit-” He curses, and you can feel his hands shaking, “Am I some fucking teenage boy-”
Unable to stop a giggle, you come to his aid and unhook it for him, and he doesn’t hesitate to tug it off before sending it flying. You take the opportunity to tug his shirt off as well before he’s attacking your mouth again, his hands immediately groping at the flesh of your bare tits and pushing you onto your back once more.
“Laughing at me?” He huffs against your lips, pulling back with an insulted expression, which only cracks you up more. But it’s short lived as he dips his head down to capture one of your taut nipples with a growl.
“Oh god!” You cry out, your hand flying to the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging. His tongue circles the pebbled peak before suctioning onto it, his gaze locked onto your face as you arch against his mouth.
His hands seem to be everywhere as he moves from one breast to the other, your hips lifting as he finds his way to your shorts to push them down. A sharp gasp leaves your throat as he yanks your panties down along with them, sitting back on his knees to pull your legs up as he undresses you completely.
Before you can utter a word, or react to being completely naked in front of the man you’ve desired for years, he’s tossing your legs over his shoulders and burying his face between your legs. His tongue darts and swirls wildly through your sex, exploring around until it hones in on your clit. He lets out a triumphant little grunt as he latches onto it, a fresh gush of heat pooling around two of his fingers as they plunge into you eagerly.
“HOLY FUCK! JACKSON!” You shriek, clawing at the cushions and arm of the couch over your head, your hips bucking up against him as he devours you. He clamps his arms around your thighs and pins your hips back down, his tongue flicking over your sensitive clit over and over as he curls both fingers, searching for that spot within you to make you lose control.
The pressure from the pads of his fingers as they find it causes you to let out another cry, your cunt clenching tightly. Your head spins from the sensation and when you feel his lips curve up into a smile, hot puffs of his breath joining the flicks and sucks, you finally snap. Your entire body convulses, every nerve ending within you exploding at once as you come around his fingers and mouth.
The room fills with unintelligible babbling and moans as you writhe under him, and it’s as if every muscle in your body is straining until you finally collapse from exhaustion. His tongue keeps flicking against your overstimulated sex as he slowly removes his fingers, causing you to twitch and yelp. You have to tug multiple times at his hair to get him to finally stop, on the verge of whining.
“Doll…fuck that was so hot-” he whispers, giving you a satisfied grin as he looks up at you, gently loosening his hold on your thighs and allowing your legs to fall on either side of him.
The sight of his flushed, smiling face coated with your release has you clenching all over again, his eyes glassy with desire. Heat flushes your cheeks as he inserts two glistening fingers into his mouth, savoring the taste as he watches your reaction.
Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, but the sight of him licking your arousal from his fingers and lips just sends you right into another tailspin. Before you can think, you’re lunging up and capturing his mouth with yours, moaning against his tongue as you taste yourself mixed with him.
He lets out a muffled guttural noise as you push him back and straddle his lap, your hands grappling with his pajama bottoms. “Fuck these snowmen-” you murmur against his lips.
A snort escapes him as he lifts his hips with you on them, wiggling so you can both push them slightly down. But then he freezes and halts you before you can do anything more.
“Wait…wait-doll…fuck…I don’t have protection-” he looks up at you, his throat working, his eyes wild, his hands shaking as he holds your wrists. You tense, your mind working in overdrive as you curse internally. “Neither do I…” You admit, warring between precaution and throwing out any concerns.
You’re on the pill, but there’s always a chance...
He nods, lowering your hands to his shoulders as he closes his eyes, attempting to calm himself. “We can wait, there’s no rush-”
You grit your jaw, making up your mind. “Have you been tested?” You ask him, causing him to look up at you with a furrowed brow. He nods, searching your eyes. “I have…I haven’t been with anyone…in awhile, but I’ve been tested since-”
Before he can finish, your hand is encircling his cock, and his head tips back, his mouth opening with a gasp as you stroke upwards. “What are you-DOLL-AH!!” He lets out another gasp, then a deep drawn out moan as you lift yourself and sink down onto him before he can protest.
Your own cries join his as you seat yourself completely on him, your pussy fluttering and clenching around his length. His arms slip around your waist, his face pressing into your chest as he shudders and holds you tightly.
“Babe…mmm” He groans, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, one hand combing through his hair as you both take a moment to relish the moment. You’re suddenly aware of the warmth of the fire at your back; the juxtaposition of the crackling of the embers with the harsh wind blowing outside only amplifies the sensation of his lips brushing the sensitive skin between your breasts and his cock throbbing deep within you.
“Jackson…” You murmur softly, nuzzling the crown of his head with your cheek. Your mind is filled with so many things you want to say, but words escape you as your hips start to move, his hands dropping to your hips as you begin to rock against him.
Your name begins to fall from his lips like a chant as you start riding him, the frantic desperation that started this all bleeding into an almost sacred rhythm as you move together. He draws back and looks up at you, his gaze reflecting much more than simple lust.
Pressure builds in your head as he grips your hips tightly and begins controlling your movements, the tension rippling down your body like a waterfall to pool inside of your cunt. Each upward lift and subsequent lowering seems to hurtle you closer and closer to spiralling out of control, your moans mixing with his as his cock drags and tugs sinfully within you.
You both lean in at the same time, your mouths connecting desperately and you can feel him tensing beneath you as your hips rock faster. His hands slip around to grip your ass, his fingers digging into the supple flesh as he gasps against your lips. The way his pelvis is perfectly grazing your clit with every motion is causing little detonations throughout your body.
“Fuck…doll…I’m not going-to last-” he chokes out, and you can only nod and let out shaky gasps into his mouth. “Babe…fuuuuck….come for me….” He pleads, and you can tell he’s barely holding back as he looks up at you, his eyes wild as his movements become jerky.
You don’t need any more encouragement except that low whimpering begging to tip you over the edge, your cunt clenching and spasming around his cock as you let out a shriek. His grip tightens as he steadies you, your body bucking wildly as you come around him.
“Fuck-oh fuck doll, oh-fuck,- I’m gonna- CUM-!” he manages to gasp out, snapping you back to reality.
You hurriedly lift up off of him, your hand immediately grasping his cock, jerking him quickly to finish him off. He erupts with a shocked cry as his cum spurts upwards in a torrent before spattering down onto both of you, surprising you both.
“SHIT! FUCK! AH!” He chokes out, his body shuddering and jolting beneath you. One hand lets go of your ass to still your hand as he heaves in deep breaths, shaking his head as if to clear it.
You do your best to steady your own breathing, you mind finally trying to catch up with the events of the last hour. The wet sticky heat of his cum over your fingers and various parts of your skin begins to cool and you give him an experimental little tug.
He lets out a hiss of protest, his hand squeezing around yours to stop you from doing it again.
“Sensitive?” You ask softly, causing him to look up at you in feigned outrage.
You can’t help but smirk as he swallows heavily then lets his head fall onto the back of the couch with a curse, completely spent. You finally let go of his dick as his hand falls away, falling forward onto him to rest your head in the crook of his neck.
The room falls into silence outside of the fireplace and the raging storm beyond the cabin, his arm slipping around your waist as his hand gently cradles the back of your head. Soft hums leave your throat as he begins to pepper soft kisses against your temple and forehead.
“Wow.” He whispers, nuzzling your face with his cheek and nose.
“Mmmm…” you respond, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to momentarily drift off in the comfort of his arms.
You're finally roused as he shifts, and you pull back to look at him. His dark eyes flick back and forth, his face wary as he studies you. Realizing he’s likely worrying that you regret this, you press a soft kiss to his lips to stamp out any concerns.
He immediately smiles against your mouth, cupping your face with the palm of his hand, his thumb delicately caressing your cheekbone.
“Tired?” He asks gently between kisses, keeping his eyes open to examine your face as if he’s trying to memorize it.
You nod, realizing how exhausted you are but you hesitate to move away from him.
What if this is it? What if-?
His lips capture yours again, then he gives you that charming Jackson smile, making your stomach churn delightfully all over again.
“Let’s clean up…I…made a mess…” He looks down with an awkward laugh, and you can’t help but snort in response. “Yeah you did-”
“Hush-” he quickly plants another kiss on you, and all the anxiety swirling in your mind dissipates as he smacks your ass playfully.
“Hey!” You exclaim and he chuckles as you extract yourself off of his lap, turning to hunt down your discarded clothing. He stands to do the same, and you catch his gaze raking over your naked form. You blush at the way he’s studying you appreciatively but you don’t rush to cover yourself. Instead, you return the favor and finally get a glimpse of the fully naked man before you.
God he’s gorgeous, you muse at the way his lean muscles flex as he bends over to pick up his pants, admiring his backside appreciatively. I could spend hours just licking those tattoos-
“Why don’t you take a picture?” he teases with a grin, flexing his bicep like a dork.
You raise an eyebrow and turn to grab your phone. “Can I?” you retort, holding it up like a threat.
“You little-” He lunges at you and you shriek, laughing maniacally as you run from him.
Laughter fills the cabin as you end up in the upstairs bathroom with his arms encircling you from behind as he finally catches you, your phone tossed aside somewhere in the mad dash. He nuzzles and kisses your neck as he directs you towards the large jacuzzi tub to clean up.
Neither of you says much as you bathe together, letting your hands and lips say what words can’t at the moment. The jets swirl the water around your bodies as he positions himself behind you, letting you lean back against him so he can hold you.
“Jackson…?” You finally break the silence but he only hums, letting his hand trace along your arm until his fingers entwine with yours. He brings them to his lips to place a kiss on them.
“I’m sleeping in your room. Or you’re sleeping in mine.” He states firmly, leaving no room for argument.
“Okay.” You respond, your heart lightening at his determined tone.
“We can talk about everything tomorrow. I promise we will talk, no more misunderstandings or any of that. But babe? I’m not fucking around here.” he whispers, placing a kiss to your temple.
Your lips twitch, then curl up into a delighted smile. Those words alleviate a lot of the weight on your chest and mind.
“Neither am I.” You say, turning to look over your shoulder at him, and you're happy to see relief in his eyes as well.
You both eventually emerge from the tub, drying one another off before retiring to the room you’d picked out. Neither of you bother with pajamas as you slip beneath the warm covers and he cuddles up with you, spooning you as his legs tangle with yours.
“Goodnight doll.” He whispers sleepily, his arms secure around you, and the last thing you hear is a soft, content hum from Jackson as you drift off to sleep.
Requested by anon: Could write an A-Z for Jackson Wang?
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A/n: I'm back nuggets!!!!! Gonna probably be one and off for the month since I still have to apply and interview and study for an SOR Praxis exam and really just finish a lot of things up before the summer. BUT I AM BACK BABY
Tunes: My Hero Academia
A - Attractive: What do they find attractive about each other?
Jackson’s most attracted to your passion and work ethic when it comes to doing what you love most. There’s something about seeing you be so dedicated and enthralled with your craft that he finds truly endearing and attractive, especially when you talk to him about it even if he doesn’t fully understand most of the jargon you’re using.
B - Baby: Do they want a family?
Yes, however recognize that in order to be a functioning member of his own family unit he needs to take a step back from the music scene in order to do and be present. So with that in mind, he’s definitely waiting for not only the right time but also the right person whom he can experience all of that with and learn alongside. This being said, he also wants his partner on board. He’s not going to want kids on his own. It’s a two person job and he can’t force someone to want this. So while, yes the idea of a family is appealing here, family in some sense could just be the two of you and the others you love, not necessarily including children.
C - Comfort: How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
Very physical in terms of comfort, but also quite vocal. Like he wants to make sure that you know he’s there for you physically but also emotionally present to take on any mental loads you might need to share with someone. He’s not leaving you to your own devices unless you explicitly ask him to just give you some time to really sit with your feelings.
D - Dates: What are dates with him like?
Dates with him are very active and involved or very lazy and relaxing. He truly wants them to me things that the both of you either remember or enjoy regardless of how mundane or habitual it may become or be at times. At the end of the day the dates are very reminiscent of your relationship and what you both hold near and dear when it comes to spending time together as a couple.
E - Equal: Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
I think he falls more more on an equal stance but slightly dominant tendencies. Jackson strikes me as someone who does want to be the provider while also having an equal partner who has their own dreams and aspirations. He’s slightly on the submissive side or can come across that way when he just gets soft and affectionate with you, wanting to follow the lead.
F - Feelings: When did they know they were in love?
Jackson realizes he’s in love the second he notices just how excited he is to see you after semi long periods of going without seeing one another or the second he realizes that he no longer has to go home to an empty house when you consistently show up at his place to welcome him home. The look of love just crosses his eyes and he knows he’s down bad and not going to change.
G - Gratitude: How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
He’s not only very vocal but also does things around the house or that just make your life a bit easier and brighter. There’s not a single thing that goes unnoticed by him that you do, especially if you do it. He’s locked in on everything that you say and do for him and truly wants to find the best ways to return the sentiment regardless of whether you notice or not.
H - Honesty: Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
He does have his own secrets and things he keeps to himself, it's only natural and a part of being a human being. There are topics on which he doesn’t mind sharing a lot, but he does keep more sensitive and business topics that don’t involve travelling to himself until he feels like the time is right to share them.
I - Inspiration: Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
You’ve made him slow down in life. Not slow down in a negative way, but more in a way that has him taking time to focus on how he’s living his life outside of the music industry. He finds himself really starting to settle down and grow more permanent roots in an area to call home. Jackson has made you much more “go-with-the-flow” when it comes to how you do things.
J - Jealousy: Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
He’s not someone to get easily jealous very often. On days when he’s already had a rougher time and then someone starts playing their little games, trying to act cute, he’s not in a mood and the jealousy immediately hits. He’s not nasty towards the person but he’s making it very clear he’s not there to be friends with either and that not only is he with you, but he’s with you.
K - Kiss: Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Have I ever said no? Well, the answer isn’t no just in case you thought I was going to go that route. He’s a damn good kisser. Your first kiss? Magical. Literally. It happened at Disneyland/world during a firework show and it ends up being a mark of many important milestones in your relationship.
L - Love Confession: How would they confess to their s/o?
Jackson either composes a song for you or plans out a romantic date that ends with him telling you exactly how he feels about your relationship in a more private setting or meaningful place to the two of you.
M - Marriage: Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
He wants to be married by the time he’s 35 I believe so if that’s not enough then idk. That being said, I don’t think he’ll rush to propose just to meet that line. As much as he looks forward to that, he does want to enjoy each stage of the relationship with you. His proposal could be very indicative of that as it’s filled with easter egg type things off different milestones of your relationship. Marriage is honestly incredibly sweet and fulfilling. He’s extremely present in every single aspect and an allround amazing husband.
N - Nicknames: What do they call their s/o?
Him: Baby, My Love, Jack, Lover
You: Sweetheart, Darling, Love, Babe/Baby
O - On Cloud Nine: What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
When he’s in love, it’s not the most obvious thing to others, but he’s got a much more prominent softer edge to him and he’s much more modest in certain things he does. His feelings for you can be rather straightforward and obvious, but not obnoxious (or at least not frequently obnoxious).
P - PDA: Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
He’s not going to deny he’s in a relationship once he’s sure he’s going to marry you, but he won’t openly discuss it until he’s reached that point because he doesn’t want the court of public opinion to ruin anything you have. He’s not necessarily shy when it comes to PDA, but he’s not going to put you in a situation where you aren’t comfortable.
Q - Quirks: Something you do that he loves
He’s a sucker for the way your eyes widen when you go to ask questions to quite literally anyone.
R - Romance: How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
He can be quite the romantic very often and it’s rather creative with cliche influences.
S - Support: Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
He’ll be the first to express how much he believes in what you can do and achieve but he’s going to be pushing you to the same. He needs you to believe in yourself and your ability to do things. That is key to keeping him. Confidence in yourself for your abilities in everything you do.
T - Thrill: Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
I think he naturally thrives on having a more spontaneous relationship, but he really grows and shines in a routine with you.
U - Understanding: How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
Quite empathetic. He tries his best to understand what he can when he can. He knows it can’t always happen but he tries.
V - Value: How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?
Once the relationship gets serious it’s quite important and it shows in how he begins working to make sure that his schedule makes it possible for him to have reasonable hours and times off to spend time with you and be present and in the moment with you.
W - Whole: How do they feel about you being in their life?
There’s this whole new identity that he comes to know and accept as part of him that he welcomes and embraces full heartedly. He honestly couldn’t be happier.
X - Xylophone: What is your song?
Too Sweet by Hozier
Y - Yearning: How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
He copes fairly well, unfortunately he’s used to it. But he starts getting more chatty when he’s gone for long periods of time. Constantly checking in to see how you are and what you need from him.
Z - Zeal: Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
He’s willing to not only risk it all for you, but to the ends of the earth for you if it means making your happy and smile.
