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.
— title: Shots Dared | pairings: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x female reader (feat. Yugyeom) | genre: pwp (porn with a bit of plot), friends with benefits!au | word count: 7,840 words
— summary | Jackson always knows how to live up his summer parties, and tonight, he manages to lure you into one of his obscene games that you have no desire to turn away from. But can you dish it when it gets too hot?
Or,
What’s a summer without Jackson’s wild pool party?
— full fic ratings & warnings | +18 / M for mature; involves swearing, alcohol consumption, drinking games, Jackson and his epic parties, pool party, teasing and drunk flirting, sexual tension, dirty talk, edging, licking, kissing, drunk making out (with consent), body shots, exhibitionism kink, public making out, dry humping, grinding, public sex, clothed sex/making out.
— fic drop date: July 26th, 2025 | read on AO3 | main masterlist | mailbox | feedback | ko-fi | divider credit
— story note: This story is written and submitted as part of @k-vanity’s “Every Summer After” event.
“Truth or dare?”
You roll your eyes and toss back the rest of your beer, wincing as it slides down your throat.
How many of these have you already drunk all night? You wonder to yourself as you look down at the red plastic cup in your hand before tossing it away. You don’t usually get so easily affected by these types of drinks, but unlike most of his friends and housemates, who would normally only buy cheap, stale beer to pass around at their parties, Jackson has always chosen the best ones to serve his guests with.
That’s probably why you have been enjoying it a lot, even when you aren’t normally a huge fan of beer. And he must have stocked up more than enough of them for this pool party of his, since the drinks keep circulating around the pool and the outdoor patio where everyone has spread, and there seems to be no sign of them running out of the drinks.
But the beer is quite strong, and it’s been a while since you filled up your stomach with dinner—the plate filled with cheeseburger and fries that the boys cooked themselves now lies empty on one of the tables on the side of the pool. Then you also shared a couple of shots with the boys during one of Jackson’s games before jumping into the pool to cool off, so now you are beginning to feel it going straight to your head.
“Hey, babe? Come on, truth or dare?”
Jackson’s voice snaps you out of it, and you turn to your side to see him leaning closer. “Hmm?” you hum absentmindedly, before realizing that he was talking to you earlier while your mind was wandering. “Oh, sorry…what were you saying?”
Jackson lifts his eyebrow. “The game. It’s your turn to choose.”
Your eyes grow wide. Oh, right…you were playing a game.
Although, there is hardly any point in playing when there’s barely anyone around to join.
In a typical fashion of Jackson’s famous summer parties, he always fills it with not only good food and top-notch drinks, but also with a variety of games that everyone can join and have a lot of fun with. Tonight, he’s had all the guests join all types of drinking games, followed by a few rounds of the classic game of truth or dare.
Not five minutes ago, there were still a lot of others who joined the latest game. But now, just a little over an hour after it first started, one by one, they have all begun to drop out of the game. Like Bambam, who is now lounging in the outdoor hot tub after taking the last dare by dipping in completely naked, now joined by two girls who seem to be enjoying his company, or Youngjae and Mark, who are half passed out on nearby recliners after taking the challenge of finishing a whole tray of shots.
You can see other guests chilling on one side of the pool to cool off after playing their own games, or lying down on the lines of recliners to sober up, while nearly half of the party has moved into the house, possibly finding their own entertainment to enjoy or to find any random corner to sleep in. Which leaves only you, Jackson, and Yugyeom sitting on the outdoor lounge near the other end of the pool, slightly away from the others, to resume whatever is left from the game. Droplets of water still cling to your bodies as the three of you had just left the pool merely seconds ago after the last game.
“Well?”
Your heart skips a beat as you meet Jackson’s gaze. You haven’t really noticed how much closer he has gotten, too close, that his face is practically right in front of you. Your breath catches, while Jackson’s smug grin rises slowly across his face.
“Dare,” you manage to whisper, your eyes falling on his lips when he lets out a low chuckle.
“So that’s how you want to play it?” He teases, and you resist the urge to look away when your cheeks burn under his calculating gaze.
You have to admit that you haven’t been playing fair. Ever since the game started, you have been doing your best to avoid choosing ‘truth’ each time you have your turn while Jackson is leading the game. You weren’t ready to spill any secrets that Jackson might be interested in digging out of you, or for you to confront what happened between the two of you last summer when you fell for his charm, then fell into his bed, long before his party even ended.
It’s quite surprising how well he has been playing along so far; never once has he tried to make you change your mind while playing. But seeing the amusement now dancing across his hooded eyes, you realize that he might have been expecting you to make this choice. And he doesn’t waste another second before saying, “In that case, I dare you to have a round of body shots.”
Your jaw drops. “What?” You sputter, while you can hear Yugyeom snickering from the other end of the loveseat you are sitting on.
“Now we’re talking,” he teases, slurring as he speaks, obviously too deeply affected by all the shots he had from playing against Youngjae and Mark. You throw a sharp glance at him, which doesn’t have any effect on him when he barely pays attention to your change of mood.
“What’s the matter, babe? Are you backing out of the dare?” Jackson asks you when you fail to answer.
“No, I’ll do it,” you quickly interject before Jackson offers you something different to choose from. Seeing the mischief in his eyes, you’re not quite sure that you would like what he has in mind. “How does it work?” you ask him instead, “Am I doing the shot on you, or is it going to be the other way around?’
You start to picture Jackson licking something off of your skin, and your body instantly warms up. But you don’t have a chance to regret accepting the dare when Jackson leans back, tapping his chin as he starts thinking deeply about it.
“Hmmm…let’s see,” he hums softly, running his gaze lazily down your body. It makes you feel self-conscious to be the center of his attention, that the heat in your body keeps rising further, the bikini you are wearing seems to melt into your skin, as if they are insignificant as he continues to devour you with only his perusing gaze.
“Why don’t we do both?” he offers with a grin on his face, “We can take turns. You take a shot from me, then I’ll have mine on yours. Deal?”
You lick your lips. “That sounds fair,” you gently murmur, right before Yugyeom chimes in gently.
“Sounds like a good idea to me.”
Jackson snickers softly, while you turn to look at his friend. “I suppose you’ll be joining too, then?”
Yugyeom licks his lips and grins, his eyes flickering towards Jackson for a brief moment. “Nah, I’ve gotten too much to drink already. I’ll just sit back and watch, be the spectator to judge if the dare is completed and maybe help you out with the drinks so you won’t be spilling all over these new seats,” he chuckles and sits back with his arms spread over the backrest of the long loveseat.
“I guess it’s going to be just you and me, baby,” Jackson gently says, drawing your attention back to him. “Ready?”
Shivers run through your body as he leans in, brushing his lips against the nape of your neck. You hold your breath, hoping that it will be enough to hide how much he is affecting you. Keeping your voice steady, you nod and whisper to him, “Let’s get this over with.”
Jackson leans back, smiling as if he is feeling pleased with himself, and then nods at Yugyeom. The latter immediately jumps into action, reaching out to grab the bottle of tequila on the table that he used to play his game earlier. He lifts the bottle, clicking his tongue when he realizes that the bottle is down to its last drop. “We ran out of this one from the other dares. Let me grab a new bottle.”
Jackson nods and instructs him to grab the one he stocked in the outdoor bar for tonight’s event, claiming that it’s the good bottle. “And don’t forget to bring us more lime.”
“You got it.”
Left alone with Jackson, you are made acutely aware of his presence leaning close to your side. The heat of his body seems to radiate in the space around you, overpowering the cold night air that you are still feeling after dipping into the pool with him earlier.
“You look tense.”
The gentle tone in Jackson’s voice surprises you, but it helps calm your nerves a little. “I’m fine.”
Jackson lets out a low chuckle, the corner of his lips lifts up to a smile as he teases you, “Of course, you are. You certainly look like you are enjoying the party.”
You giggle and bump your shoulder against him, making him sway backwards. “Are you sure you’re not talking about yourself? You went all out tonight, you know.”
“Maybe a little.” He shrugs. “But we’re not talking about me, and I know what I’m seeing. Not to mention that you’re still here.”
His words make you pause and look at him. You have to admit that you have been nervous all night. You weren’t even sure about coming to the party earlier tonight, until your roommates managed to convince you to come. It wasn’t really the thought of going out and having fun at a summer party that made you hesitant to come in the first place, after all. It was the thought of seeing him, the guy who filled your summer last year with long nights filled with hot, intense sex, whether it was on his bed, yours, or sometimes even in other places he deemed fit to claim you on and made you go crazy with his touches.
You can’t even remember why you stopped hooking up with him. You only remember how everything got a bit too much, too intense, that you chose to step back and find some space away from him. Only to find out that it was too late. He had practically ruined you for everyone else that the idea of dating and hooking up with other guys that you stopped trying altogether.
That was before this summer, before tonight, when you finally get to see him again. The moment he saw you earlier when you first arrived, you could see the questions running in his head through the look in his eyes.
How are you? What have you been up to? Why haven’t you been answering my calls and texts?
That had been the reason why you had been avoiding his prodding questions, although—despite feeling nervous all night whenever you found his eyes lingering on you—it still hadn’t stopped you from getting drawn to him and staying close. You should have realized that he had noticed how highly strung you have been all night, no matter how hard you tried to hide it.
“Did you expect me to run away or something?” You ask him with a smile, while keeping your voice light to hide your surprise.
“Not exactly,” he says with a shrug, then he leans close to whisper, “But I’d like to know what’s been going on inside your pretty mind.”
You bite your lips, stopping yourself from saying anything. As your gazes meet, the air around you sparks, growing intense, and the small voice in your mind is telling you to back away from the dare before things go any further.
Yugyeom chooses that exact moment to return from the outdoor bar, breaking the tension growing between you and Jackson. You turn to see him with a bottle of branded tequila in one hand, and a small tray with shot glasses and lime wedges in the other. His steps are a bit clumsy, and the stupid grin on his face gives away just how drunk he has actually gotten.
How he still manages to walk across the pool deck without slipping or dropping anything is beyond you.
“You got the salt here, right?” he calls out to Jackson, who grabs the salt shaker that had been tossed over on the table when the other guys used it to take shots while you were enjoying your time in the pool.
“Right here.”
“Nice.”
Yugyeom sets down the bottle and the tray on the table, his movements lacking grace, but at least he isn’t spilling anything while he acts like a bartender preparing the drinks.
“Three shots?” you ask him as Yugyeom lines up three shot glasses in front of you and begins pouring the drink into each one, filling them up to the brim. “Are you joining us?”
Yugyeom lifts his gaze, glancing briefly at Jackson before answering with a knowing smile on his face, “Not joining the game, babe. I know when it’s time to just sit back and let you guys have some fun licking these drinks from each other.” He throws you a wink, making your cheeks burn, and takes one shot glass in his hand. “But you know I can’t miss out on a good bottle, so let me join you for a little warm-up.”
“Have at it.” Jackson shakes his head and hands the second glass to you. “How about a love shot for foreplay?”
You roll your eyes, but choose to play along. “Sure. I guess you can join this one?” You smile teasingly at Yugyeom, who grins at you in return.
“How can I say no to that?”
Jackson lets out a low chuckle, and then he pours a line of salt on the back of your hand before doing it to his own.
Before you get to choose where to start, Jackson links his arm around yours, entwining the hands holding the shot glasses and gently pulling you closer. His eyes are on yours, deep and intense, as he licks the salt from the back of his hand. He pauses, waiting for you to mirror his move before he continues. You keep your eyes on him as you drag your tongue across the salt in your hand, drawing a smile to his face, and you down the drink at the same time.
The tequila burns sweet and sharp down your throat, but the heat you feel as it settles in your chest comes entirely from him, and it makes you feel dizzy, that you quickly pull away to break out of the intense fog he has pulled you into.
“My turn,” Yugyeom calls out from your other side as you bite down on a piece of lime wedge to chase down the hard liquor in your mouth, and you cannot feel more grateful that he chooses that moment to crush the spell that you are in.
You turn to him, letting him refill your glass before repeating the same thing you did with Jackson as you link your arms together, the shot glass between your fingers and the salt on the back of your hand. Even when you do it all over again the same way, it feels so different with Yugyeom. There is no spark between you as you lock gazes with each other, his teasing grin as he licks off the salt from his hand isn’t making your heart race, and the only heat you feel after taking the drink isn’t as strong as the heat coming from Jackson’s gaze that you feel brushing against your back.
“Alright…now, who should go first?” Jackson asks you once you are done and you have your attention back on him, his voice low and playful, but the same cannot be said for the way he is looking at you. The mischief in his eyes makes you hesitant for a moment, but you also realize that you can no longer back down from the challenge.
“You go first,” you decide, knowing that this would be the only way for this to happen.
His grin widens. “Good choice.” Jackson nods at Yugyeom right then, the latter immediately continues to play his role of an attendant as he refills the glass shots—two of them this time—to the brim. “Lie back down, baby.”
Jackson’s voice sends your heartbeat palpating wildly in your chest. You take a deep breath to find some calmness, and then slowly lie back across the loveseat with your head resting on the cushions; the soft fabrics beneath you feel cold against your back. Being in this position makes you feel completely exposed and vulnerable. Your body bristles under the chill night air brushing against your wet skin, but on the inside, you feel warmth pooling in your belly.
You can feel Yugyeom’s presence as he sits on the end of the loveseat, watching, while Jackson rises to his feet, his head tilted as he takes in the sight of you. You watch as Jackson moves to take the shot glass while you shift on the seat, trying your best to get comfortable despite being acutely aware of the two pairs of eyes watching you.
Jackson steps closer, his tall frame becomes a looming presence, intimidating and alluring at the same time. With the shot glass in one hand, he reaches out with the other hand to gently brush your damp hair back, exposing your neck and shoulder, the tips of his fingers grazing your skin in a barely-there touch that sends shivers down your spine.
Slowly, with deliberate movement, he moves to straddle your waist, a move which surprises you so much that it draws a gasp from your lips. Jackson smiles at you as he places the shot glass right at the hollow between your breasts. The glass feels cold against your now heated skin, drawing another gasp from you.
Jackson carefully bends over you, getting close enough until his chest is nothing but a couple of inches away from the tip of the glass. “Hold still,” he murmurs with a grin on his face. You steady your breath and fight the urge to squirm as he sprinkles a line of salt on your skin, right between your collarbone and the swell of your breasts. His touch is featherlight, but his body heat is ever-present, like a heavy blanket pressing you down into the cushion.
You can finally breathe easier when Jackson leans back, taking his whole body heat away as he reaches out to the table to pick up a lime wedge. Holding still the best you can to stop the shot glass from tipping over, you follow his movement with your gaze, and suck a deep breath when he brings the lime wedge to your lips.
“Open for me,” he commands softly.
Your head swirls as you part your lips, feeling as if his words are taking over your mind completely. For a moment, you see his gaze darkening with need, but he takes your attention away from it as he places the lime wedge between your teeth. Once he is done, he straightens back up, a small smile lifts on his face, yet his eyes are dark and intense as they roam down your body. He takes a moment to marvel at his work, enjoying the way you look before him, before asking you gently, “Ready?”
His voice sounds low and husky, sending your heart racing. You can only nod to answer, not trusting yourself to speak around the lime wedge, much less to risk the short glass falling if you even dare try to.
Jackson dips his head, his breath tickling your skin as he lowers his face close to your chest. The wet locks from the top of his head falling over, unruly from his swim with you earlier, and they gently graze on your skin as he traces his tongue along the salt line. He starts slow, his tongue lingering on your skin a few seconds longer than he should, then his mouth moves over the swell of your breasts with a ghostly touch. His warm breath feels like a brief touch of a kiss, and you clutch your hands on the cushions beneath you to hold yourself still. The sensation feels electric, sending sparks of pleasure through every cell in your body, even when he isn’t actually touching you yet.
Jackson pauses briefly, catching your gaze, then lifts his head just enough to wrap his lips around the shot glass nestled between your breasts. Your breath hitches when his lips graze lightly on your skin, but he quickly pulls away and tilts his head back in one swift motion with the glass caught between his lips, and you watch him down the shot with ease.
He swallows the tequila smoothly, his muscles contracting as the liquid slides down his throat, and then he drops the empty glass onto the cushion beside you.
He bends back down again, and his mouth is suddenly on yours. His lips feel warm and intense as he presses them against yours. Your tongues tangle together briefly as he takes the lime wedge from between your teeth. The tart juice from the lime erupts in your mouth, mixed together with the strong taste of tequila clinging on his tongue. You tilt your chin up, following the desperate need you feel to press your lips longer on his. Only that he is suddenly gone, the heat of his body is quick to be replaced by the cool night air as he sits back.
You simply lie there, breathless and dizzy with lust, with the ghost of his touch—his lips, his tongue—still tingling on your skin and mouth. Your heart is pounding in your chest, the sounds reverberating loud enough in your ears, nearly drowning the low murmur of the party still carrying on in the distance.
Then your eyes roam down his body, a steady perusal down his chiseled chest, now heaving with deep breaths, to the toned stomach and the V-line disappearing under the tight swim trunks that he has been wearing all night. And then your gaze settles on the center of his spread legs, seeing him sitting on your lap still, your attention drawn to where a hard bulge has formed under the fabric covering his skin. You drag your tongue across your lips, tasting the remnants of lime, tequila, and every bit of him that you have gotten a taste of, while suddenly feeling the thirst to taste something else.
“Ready for your turn, baby?”
You drag your eyes away from his covered hard-on, meeting his deep, dark and knowing gaze, and smile. “I’m ready.”
Jackson rises, stepping aside to stand on his feet before offering his hand for you to take. Your body feels unsteady as you try to rise; the delicate sparks he ignited are still radiating faintly in your body, so you take his hand to accept his support. You lean on him as you lift your body up from the seat and get to your feet.
“My turn,” he says, then he takes your place across the loveseat and lies down.
The clinking sound of a shot glass draws your attention away from him, and you turn to see Yugyeom pouring tequila onto another glass, topping it off. Your face flushes when you realize that he is still there, his presence forgotten while you were being completely entranced by Jackson’s alluring presence and his taunting mouth.
“Here you go,” Yugyeom says as he hands you the shot glass.
As you take the glass from his hand, you notice the mischievous grin he is giving you. His dark, hooded gaze makes you wonder about what is running through his head right now. Warmth spreads across your cheeks when you think about him sitting there, watching Jackson crawl over your body to take his shot.
Shaking these thoughts away, you hold the glass still in one hand and reach out for the salt shaker in the other, and then you take a step closer to Jackson.
Your gaze travels down Jackson’s body while he is lying there across the loveseat, taking in the expanse of his inked skin and sculpted chest. Water droplets from the pool still cling to him, perhaps mixed together with sweat, as you can still feel his body heat radiating from him with each steady breath he takes, his skin glistening under the soft light illuminating the poolside. His swim trunks ride low on his hips, something that you didn’t pay much attention to before. Once again, your eyes are drawn to the V-line dipping under the waistband of his trunks, his hard bulge forming firmly from under his trunks right where that enticing line ends.
Jackson watches you closely, his gaze intense, as you carefully climb onto the seat, planting your knees on either side of his hips to straddle him the same way he did with you.
A faint groan slips out of him when you settle down on his thighs, his muscles flexing under your weight. A light shudder courses through his body when you wiggle your hips, trying to get comfortable. His gaze darkens as he looks up at you, watching you with anticipation.
With slow, delicate movement, you place the shot glass on his navel, being careful not to let a single drop of it spill down onto his skin. The icy touch of the glass draws a light gasp from his lips; the sensation seems heightened on his heated skin.
Biting back a grin, while hiding how much you are enjoying all these subtle reactions he is giving you, you sprinkle a line of salt on his lower stomach, starting from below his belly button and continue going lower. Your fingers ghost along the waistband of his swim trunks as you complete the trail, your touch barely skimming the fabric, yet it still draws the clench of his jaw as Jackson struggles to remain still. You can hear the quickening of his breath, while his abs flex under your touch.
Without looking away from him, you open your palm towards Yugyeom, who immediately hands you a piece of lime wedge, and you bring it to Jackson’s lips.
“Open up,” you gently command him. You try to keep your tone light, but your voice betrays you, as it comes out breathy and husky, giving away the swirling heat rising in your chest.
Jackson obediently follows your order and parts his lips, allowing you to place the lime wedge between his teeth. With a small grin, Jackson sneaks a chance to move his tongue, licking the tip of your finger before biting around the lime wedge.
“Bad boy,” you whisper to him in mock anger, which earns his playful wink. “Ready?”
He makes a sound to answer and nods, giving you the cue to start. Planting your palms on the cushions beside him, you scoot back a little and take a deep breath before dipping your head. You pause when your face hovers over the tent forming on his swim trunks, your lips a mere inch away from it, when you look up to see him watching you with his molten gaze, his eyes filled with anticipation as he waits for your next move.
Darting your tongue out, you make a deliberate show of slowly licking the salt trail up his skin. With a hum, you savour the feel of his smooth skin on your tongue and the way the salt dissolves in your mouth. Jackson’s muscles tense under the slow drag of your tongue, a low, strained groan rumbles through him, and you can feel it vibrating all the way to your body as you continue licking your way up, causing the sparks of heat to ignite inside you again.
You finally reach the shot glass and mirror his move from earlier as you wrap your lips around the rim of the glass and tilt your head back, downing the shot in one swift motion. The tequila burns a fiery path down your throat before it settles down with the ember rising all over your body, and the sweetness you tasted earlier from the liquor seems to have sharpened further.
As you drop the shot glass to the side, you run your gaze up the length of his body. The height difference you see between your bodies makes you pause, and you realize that it will require you to crawl up his body to get to the lime. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself before you start making your way up until you are straddling his lean waist. Bracing your hands on either side of his head, you slowly bend down on him. You lower your mouth on his, intending to grab the lime with your teeth, but it turns out that Jackson has a different plan.
His head comes up to eliminate the distance, and your lips connect with his in a searing kiss. The tart lime juice bursts into your mouth, mingling together with the mixture of salt, tequila, and every part of what is his as your tongues tangle together. It takes a few seconds for you to get over the shock and realize what is happening. But instead of pulling away, you melt into the kiss and mould your lips harder against his.
Noticing your reaction, Jackson lets out a pleased hum before his hands come up to grab your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he moves you down onto his lap, pressing your heated center against the noticeable hardness that has formed more solidly beneath his swim trunks.
It feels scandalous to be in this position. All while being in the open, with your mouths entangled with one another, but you welcome the sparks of pleasure that surge through your body and begin pressing your hips back down on him.
Moaning into his mouth, you allow yourself to get lost in the intensity of his moment, the indecent pleasure shooting straight into your core and throwing all common sense out the window.
When you finally break apart, you are completely breathless, your head dizzy with the intense need for more. You know that you should put a stop to this right here, to push away from him before you gain audience from whoever still remains around the pool, but you simply cannot resist the pull that keeps drawing you back to him.
You feel no rush to pull away after the kiss. Your mouth still ghosts over his, only giving enough distance for him to spit out what was left of the lime before you feel the featherlight touch of his lips reaching up to chase you again. His grip on your waist remains a steady presence, keeping you nestled over his bulge.
“That was a good one, wasn’t it?” Jackson whispers against your lips, his warm breath making you tingle right where he’d just kissed you.
“I—” You let out a sigh, still unable to think clearly, your mind in a bit of a haze after downing the shot and the kiss that followed.
“Damn, now I’m regretting not joining the game,” Yugyeom lets out a low chuckle from the side, his voice breaking you out of your bubble. With a gasp, you turn to look over your shoulder, noticing him still sitting on the edge of the loveseat with his hooded eyes locked on you.
You have, once again, completely forgotten that he was still there.
While you feel like you have been doused by a bucket of iced water, you notice that his gaze has grown darker, and he is sitting in a way that you won’t be able to see how much he has been affected by the show that you and Jackson have put on with your dare. Realizing that you have an audience the entire time, your face burns with dread and embarrassment, while your body reacts differently; the heat circulating in your core only heightens with something akin to excitement.
You try to push yourself up, not wanting to give him another show, but Jackson’s hold on you remains firm, refusing to let go. Looking back at your partner, you realize too late how compromising this position truly is. Not only are you pressing your covered heat right over his hardness, but you are also giving Jackson the perfect view of your breasts right in front of his eyes. But Jackson has his eyes on Yugyeom, his eyes sharp even though his voice is deep and hoarse when he teases his best friend and says, “If you want a part of the game, you might want to wait for your turn.”
Yugyeom laughs. “Nah, bro. I’ll let you two continue the game while I cool off or something,” he says, stopping himself just as his eyes start drifting back to where you are connected with Jackson. He clears his throat and slowly rises from his seat while subtly fixing his swim trunks that look a bit tighter than they did before.
Noticing your eyes on him, Yugyeom throws you a teasing wink. “Don’t go too wild when I’m not around, you two,” he chuckles loudly, before he runs off and jumps into the outdoor hot tub, joining Bambam, who is still enjoying himself, completely oblivious to what was happening nearby. Once he jumps in, Yugyeom is immediately welcomed by the two girls who have been clinging to Bambam, and he wastes no time pulling one of them to his side as he settles in the hot water.
A gentle brush on your waist draws your attention back to your partner, who is now looking at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. “How about one last game while we’re still here?” Jackson asks you, almost like a challenge. He drags his fingers up your torso, and for some reason, his gentle touch feels soothing, easing you back onto him. While he waits for your answer, he lifts his head up, brushing his lips on yours in a teasing touch, like a promise.
“Come on, baby. You’re not thinking about running away and ending our game just when things are getting good, are you?”
You bite your lips as you struggle to decide what to do. His offer is tempting, yet it feels too risky to fall into it. But as you look into his eyes, the thought of pulling away and running doesn’t even register in your mind. Not after the stolen kiss, and not when you feel a deep want for more.
“Truth or dare?” You find yourself asking him with a whisper before you give any chance for hesitation to come in.
Jackson licks his lips, his eyes drifting down to where your bodies are connected. “Not in the mood to talk right now, baby,” he hums, before dragging his gaze back up to look into your eyes. “Give me a dare.”
Your lips rise to a slow smile. You have various ideas to choose from, knowing that Jackson would accept any kind of challenge the same way he has been doing all night. While you take a moment to consider your options, your body sways, the alcohol hitting straight up to your head that you are losing balance, only that it’s causing your covered heat to brush harder against his bulge, and the sudden need to rise up and then sink down the length of him comes surging through you just as strongly as your need to breathe.
Your heat pulses from your core at the mental image running in your head, and your decision is made.
“I dare you…,” you whisper, and then pause as hesitation sinks in, making you wonder if you are going insane for even considering this. You lick your lips and bend down, choosing to listen to what your body wants instead of listening to your mind when you say to him, “I dare you to keep your voice down and not draw any attention while I’m riding you.”
His eyes flash with a hint of surprise and amusement. He clearly knows what you are planning to do as you sway a little, deliberately brushing your center against him.
Jackson’s grip on you tightens. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby.”
Hesitation sinks in, yet the dark look in his eyes and the firm hold he keeps on your waist tell you that he welcomes it. Still, you give him a chance to back down when you whisper, “Take it or leave it. You decide.”
His grin widens, and he answers you in a low voice, “Challenge accepted.”
Before you can change your mind, his hands slither down to your hips, his fingers sinking into your skin once more in a possessive grip. Then he lifts his face and his lips reconnect with yours in a kiss that starts slow, before it goes deep, intense, and utterly consuming, stripping away every last bit of your self-control.
“You’re cheating,” you mumble against his lips, which then rise on the corners to a sneaky grin.
“I didn’t realize there were rules,” Jackson murmurs back, “You’re not running away.”
You nibble your lips, noticing that any urge to hide away from him has gone. “I don’t go back from a challenge.”
The relief flashing in his eyes is unmistakable, though he hides it well when he looks at you with a grin on his face, “I wouldn’t have let you even if you tried.”
Your heart flutters, even when it shouldn’t, because you know that he means it. That’s what he has been doing all night, after all, when he kept you close and lured you into playing all these games with him.
“Now, if I remember correctly, you were going to make me moan and yield.”
You bite back a smile and bend down. Your heart is palpitating wildly in your chest as you think about what you are about to do. You cannot believe you are actually doing this, and in such an open space where your and Jackson’s friends are still lingering around. But just as you said, you are not one to back away from a challenge, especially not your own.
“Good memory,” you whisper to him as you press your knees into the cushions and straighten back up, balancing yourself with your hands on his bare chest.
You run your fingers down his torso, feeling the slight flinch of his muscles as he tenses under your touch. His chest rumbles as a small groan escapes him, though barely enough to make a sound. You continue tracing down the lines on his body, and the moment your palms reach his lean waist, you brace yourself with a gentle hold on his body and begin to slowly rock your hips.
His body shudders as you rub your covered heat against him, his head falling back at the sudden rush of pleasure you are giving him. Jackson fights hard for control with gritted teeth, labouring his ragged breath while his mouth falls open, forming the word, “Fuck,” as you continue rocking your hips.
Yet still no sound comes out of him. Nothing that would be enough to make you stop or end the game.
So you keep going, keeping your rocking steady and still subtle enough to not draw too much attention from the other people around you. But while Jackson seems to be holding himself together, your body has grown hot and sensitive after the previous game that you can feel every single sensation rising in your body. Your skin is still simmering and tingling from his touches, that a slight brush across your covered clit is already enough to make you see hints of stars sparkling under your eyelids.
Beneath you, you can feel Jackson struggling. His control is slowly slipping away as you keep rubbing yourself on him. His body is tense, with light tremors coursing through him with every gentle rock of your hips.
Slowly, you can feel something brewing deep inside your core. Your heat throbs, and something inside you coils tightly at the rise of pleasure. The sensation you feel rolling through your body as you feel him pressing at your heat is exhilarating, as if you can erupt any second now as you continue riding his covered length.
You bite your lips, hard enough to almost draw blood, just to hold back a moan. Your focus is split between keeping your voice down to keep the game going, while relishing the waves of pleasure rising from where you are connected to him.
Then, suddenly, the grip he has on your hips loosens, and his hands begin to move, going lower until his palms are spread across your bottom cheeks. His firm grip settles on your tender flesh, and you let out a gasp when he suddenly presses your body down, pulling you further into him, until you feel his cock parting your folds from over your bikini bottom.
You open your eyes to see his grin, finding him looking pleased with himself as he whispers, “The only thing that matters is that I don’t make a noise, right?”
“What—?” You barely have the chance to understand what he is getting at before he suddenly takes over. With his palms pressing down your bottom, his fingers digging into your flesh, he bucks his hips upwards, drawing a hiss out of your lips. “Oh, fuck—”
Sparks of pleasure shoot up like fireworks as he rubs his stiff cock against your covered heat, and your body instinctively follows his guidance, rocking back against him, grinding along his length, returning every thrust he gives you with a rock of your hips. Soon enough, you can feel the telltale of your orgasm coming up strongly. It feels so intense, but you try your best to hold back, refusing to admit defeat.
You were the one who started the dare in the first place, and you need him to yield first.
But Jackson is relentless. There is no stopping him from making you lose control. Your knees buckle, your thighs tremble over his hips, and once you are no longer able to hold yourself up, you let gravity take you down until you are bent over him with your breasts rubbing on his chest.
“Jackson…” You hiss breathlessly, feeling powerless in his hands.
“Sshh…what’s wrong, baby? Do you want to stop?” He asks you with a mocking grin.
“No,” you bite back, which only makes him chuckle.
“Then you better keep your voice down, baby.”
His words seem like a taunt, mocking you for the challenge you gave him. But it also reminds you of why you made such a challenge in the first place, when any sound you make can draw someone’s attention to you, to let them notice what the two of you are doing—dry humping right where all eyes can see. The realization only makes you feel self-aware, and your body becomes even more sensitive, more vulnerable, being so exposed as you are doing something so scandalous while being out in the open.
“Mmmh…” A muffled moan escapes you when he rocks against you, hard. Your new position makes it possible for the tip of his cock to rub violently against your covered clit as you continue to rock back and forth on top of him.
Jackson rocks back a few more times, gritting his teeth hard as he stops himself from making a sound before you do. And then it happens.
Fireworks light up under your eyelids as your orgasm shoots through your body. The sensation you feel is mind-blowing, and your mouth falls open, though no sound comes out of you other than the rough sound of ragged breaths spilling out of your chest.
The next rock of your hips is jerky, unsteady, but it doesn’t seem to matter, because a tremor suddenly rocks through Jackson’s body. Warmth pools at your center, his release soiling his tight swim trunks and spilling out onto his stomach, making a complete mess out of both of you. His breath is unsteady, rough, coupled with the sound of his low groan, but no other sound comes out of him to draw unwanted attention your way.
Content, and utterly exhausted, you fall on his chest. For a moment, everything comes to a complete halt. Except for the soft sounds of your ragged breaths, you hear nothing else but silence. Until you find calmness, and all the sounds coming from around you slowly return.
The humming sound of music coming from the speakers at the open bar, the giggles and laughters from your and Jackson’s friends who are still alert enough to enjoy what still remains from the party, the splashing sounds of water from those who are playing on the pool, and the faint chatters coming from the small group still enjoying themselves in the hot tub nearby.
“I won,” Jackson murmurs tiredly, his voice coming out so low that you can barely hear it over the sound of your blood pulsing in your head.
You push yourself up to look at him. “What?”
Jackson opens his eyes, his gaze still heavy with content and lust when he lazily whispers, “I didn’t scream or moan, so I won.”
Chuckling softly, you plant your face on his bare chest, which is now soaked with his sweat. You listen to his rapid heartbeat that is mirroring yours and smile to yourself. “I think we both won,” you whisper against his skin and close your eyes, savouring this moment while ignoring the slickness growing at your center. The spasms of your climax are receding slowly, while your body hums at the semi-hardness still pressing against your heat.
As the fog of pleasure is slowly fading away, the discomfort you feel from the mess and reality begin to sink in. But Jackson takes your mind away from all of it when he gently wraps his arms around your body, helping you relax against his chest as he lies back into the cushions to rest. “I think you’re right,” he murmurs lazily, a smug grin spreads on his face, “We both won the dare.”
You stay entangled together for a moment longer, relishing the moment, ignoring the rest of the world and everything else still happening all around you.
It won’t be until a bit later when you finally manage to gather your bearings and for Jackson to figure out a way to hide his soiled trunks, and the two of you finally manage to walk away from the outdoor lounge, leaving the dwindling party behind to sneak into his summer house and continue your daring games somewhere with more privacy and away from prying eyes.
Jackson woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized where he was. The dream had been so vivid, so real, that for a moment, he couldn't distinguish reality from the fantasy. He was lying on his bed, sheets twisted around his legs, and sweat beaded on his forehead. His hand was between his legs, still gripped around his erection, which pulsed with leftover desire from the dream.
In his dream, he had been with her again—his best friend, Mia. They were on a secluded beach, the sand soft and warm beneath their naked bodies. The waves crashed rhythmically against the shore, the sound a sensual backdrop to their passionate encounter. Mia had looked at him with those deep, brown eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and uncertainty, and then she had whispered his name, low and husky, making his blood rush south.
Jackson groaned, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. The dream had been so intense, so detailed, that he could still feel the ghost of her touch on his skin. He could almost hear her moans echoing in his ears, taste the salt of her tears mingling with the sweat on her cheeks. In the dream, he had taken her, possessed her, made her cry out his name in a mix of pain and pleasure until she shattered around him, her body convulsing with a force that left them both gasping for air.
He sat up, running a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. It had felt so real, too real, and the guilt was already settling like a heavy stone in his stomach. Mia was his best friend, his confidante, the one person he could always count on. How could he have such thoughts about her? And yet, the dream had been undeniable, the passion overwhelming.
Jackson stood, walking to the window to clear his head. The city lights shimmered below, a sea of stars reflecting the night sky. He leaned against the cool glass, letting the chill seep into his overheated skin. The dream wasn’t just any fantasy; it had been a revelation, a forbidden glimpse into what could never be.
As he stood there, lost in thought, his phone buzzed on the bedside table. It was a text from Mia. "Hey, you up? Need to talk."
His heart skipped a beat. Could she sense something? Did she know about the dream? Jackson hesitated, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. What could he say? How could he face her after what he had dreamt?
With a deep breath, he typed back, "Yeah, I’m up. Everything okay?"
The reply came quickly. "Not really. Can you come over? I need your advice, and maybe a shoulder to cry on."
Jackson’s stomach twisted. She needed him, and here he was, caught up in his own guilty fantasies. He couldn’t let her down, not when she needed him the most. With a resolve that surprised even himself, he replied, "On my way. Be there in 10."
He dressed quickly, pulling on jeans and a hoodie, his mind racing. As he drove to Mia’s place, the dream kept playing in his mind, each scene more vivid than the last. By the time he parked outside her apartment, his hands were shaking slightly. He took a moment to steady himself, then climbed the stairs to her door.
Mia opened it before he could knock, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy, her expression vulnerable. "Thanks for coming," she said softly, stepping aside to let him in.
Jackson nodded, his throat tight. He followed her into the living room, where she collapsed onto the couch, hugging a pillow to her chest. "I don’t know what to do," she began, her voice wobbling. "It’s about Alex. We had this huge fight, and I think it might be over."
Jackson listened as she poured out her heart, detailing the argument, the accusations, the hurtful words that had been thrown like knives. He sat beside her, offering silent comfort, his hand resting lightly on her back. As she spoke, the tension in her body gradually eased, her sobs subsiding into hiccupping breaths.
"I’m sorry," she whispered finally, wiping her eyes. "I didn’t mean to dump all this on you. You must be tired."
Jackson shook his head, his voice gentle. "You can always talk to me, Mia. That’s what friends are for, right?"
She smiled weakly, nodding. "Yeah, I guess so."
They sat in silence for a while, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. Jackson watched her, his mind still reeling from the dream, from the raw emotions they had shared. He wanted to reach out, to hold her, to offer more than just friendship. But he feared the consequences, the potential loss of her trust, her friendship.
As if sensing his turmoil, Mia turned to him, her eyes searching his face. "What about you? Anything bothering you?"
Jackson hesitated, torn. Should he confess the dream? Share the secret desires that had haunted him? Or should he keep it buried, locked away where it couldn’t harm them?
Before he could answer, Mia shifted closer, her hand finding his. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"
Her touch was electric, sending sparks through his body. Jackson swallowed hard, his resolve crumbling. "There’s...something I dreamt about," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was about us, Mia. About...you and me."
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she waited, her hand still holding his, giving him the courage to continue.
"We were together," Jackson admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "In the dream, we were more than friends. It was intense, passionate...forbidden."
Mia remained silent, her gaze unwavering. Jackson took a deep breath, plunging ahead. "I know it sounds crazy, but it felt so real. I woke up thinking about you, wanting...things I shouldn’t."
To his surprise, Mia didn’t recoil. Instead, she leaned closer, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Maybe it wasn’t just a dream," she murmured, her voice trembling. "Maybe there’s something between us that we’ve been denying for too long."
Jackson’s heart leaped at her words, hope mingling with fear. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Mia closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "I think so," she breathed, her lips parting slightly.
The air between them crackled with tension, charged with the promise of what could be. Jackson’s hand slid around her neck, drawing her closer, his lips inches from hers. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice a ragged plea.
Mia nodded, her eyes fluttering open, revealing a vulnerability that tore at his heart. "Please," she whispered, her voice a mix of longing and surrender.
Jackson hesitated, his gaze locked on her lips, waiting for the final confirmation. Mia’s hand found his cheek, guiding his face closer, her eyes closing as their lips met.
The kiss was soft at first, a tentative exploration, a question answered with a sigh. Jackson deepened it, his tongue tracing her lips, seeking entry. Mia whimpered, opening for him, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.
Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them palpable, a tangible thing that threatened to consume them both. Jackson’s hands roamed her back, memorizing the curves, the softness, the feel of her in his arms. Mia arched into him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Jackson," she moaned, her voice a plea, a promise.
He lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom, his lips never leaving hers. The world around them faded, replaced by the urgency of their need, the hunger that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long.
Laying her gently on the bed, Jackson hovered above her, his eyes dark with desire. "Are you sure?" he asked again, needing to hear the words, to know this was real.
Mia nodded, her hands tugging at his shirt, her eyes fierce with determination. "I’ve never been more sure," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion.
Jackson kissed her again, his hands exploring her body, mapping every inch with reverent touches. Mia responded, her hands fumbling with his clothes, desperate to feel his skin against hers.
As their clothes fell away, the barriers between them crumbled, revealing the raw, untamed passion that had been hidden for so long. Jackson settled between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance, slick with anticipation.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice gruff with need.
Mia obeyed, her eyes wide and trusting, her body open to him. Jackson pushed inside, slowly, deliberately, watching her face for any sign of pain. Mia gasped, her nails digging into his back, her body stretching to accommodate him.
"You feel so good," Jackson groaned, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Mia wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with a strength that surprised him. "Harder," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
Jackson complied, driving into her with renewed vigor, his body a blur of motion, his senses consumed by the feel of her, the sound of her cries, the sight of her arching beneath him.
"Yes, yes, yes," Mia chanted, her body clenching around him, her orgasm building with each stroke.
Jackson watched her, his own release nearing, his control fraying at the edges. "Come for me," he urged, his voice a rough whisper. "Let go, Mia."
With a strangled cry, Mia shattered, her body convulsing around him, her juices flowing over his cock, coating them both in a sticky mess. Jackson followed her, spilling deep inside, his release a thunderous wave that left him gasping for air.
They lay intertwined, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. Jackson brushed a strand of hair from Mia’s face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder.
Mia smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "I love you too," she confessed, her voice soft, her words a vow.
Jackson kissed her, his heart full, his mind clear. The dream had become reality, the forbidden lust unleashed, and he knew, without a doubt, that he would never look back.
(Author's message) Hello everyone! I wish you a happy new year, and may all your wishes come true! This is the end of Mark and Sam's story; endings may often look to new beginnings *wink wink*. Enjoy!
~7k words - fluff, love, mature language, happy ending.
"I'm telling you, I can't get out of the fucking house. They're behind all these trees with the fucking lens pointed at me!"
Samantha's expression was exasperated. Checking her watch one more time, she pointed out that she would definitely be late for her morning surgery if that charade continued. It seemed like it had no intention of ending.
"It's 6 AM in the fucking morning."
"Do you want me to come pick you up?"
"No, Jonathan, did you forget what we talked about last night?"
"I could come pick you up," Leena's voice chimed into the conversation. "Unless they want to write you off as female-oriented or whatever."
In any given situation, Samantha would have laughed at that.
"It's funny, I'll give you that."
"Did you call Mark?" Jonathan picked up.
"I will not bother him on his Tokyo Day concert."
"I have no problem bothering him."
"Jonathan, what can Mark possibly do in this situation?"
"Have a bodyguard army at your door? Just sayin'."
"Yeah, sure, shove the shit while it's warm.”
Samantha grabbed a hat hanging from the coat rack and leaned to the floor to pick Murphy up in her arms. He'd grown larger since her and Mark's first encounter, and he sensed something was off as he started snarling.
"We don't know what to say, Sam." Leena interfered. "Is there anything we can do to help you feel better?"
The Eskie tensed his body at the door when Samantha finished attaching his leash. If not for the fact that he would grow into a medium-sized dog, his black fur would make him look intimidating. "I have absolutely no idea. I have to walk Murphy, and I genuinely hope they will not shove some microphones in my face."
"An emergency case with intracranial pressure just came in. I'll ask Leena to page me in the OR if you need us to get you out of anything."
Samantha put on a mask over her features and shoved the hat better on her head. She opened the door reluctantly, and Murphy took the lead to sniff around for any immediate dangers. "You can't let an open brain hang in the OR."
"I'll page Henry to come in."
Samantha scoffed. "You'd sooner die."
"I promised your mighty knight I'd take care of you. If that means making peace with the enemy, I will."
"Whatever you do, just don't do that. I don't want him to hang any more things over our heads. We have too much on our plate right now." Samantha emphasized and followed Murphy on his well-known morning route around the house. When the morning air brushed against her thighs, did she realize she had gone out in her worn-out shorts.
"Watch me be fat now," she mumbled to herself and felt the pressure of the surrounding eyes on the back of her head. The Eskie started barking, and Samantha had to pet him to ease him. They hadn't passed the 200-meter mark away from Samantha's house and turned back around hastily. The woman caught a released flash aimed at her silhouette and was inches away from throwing both the mask and the hat away to give the paparazzi what they wanted and, highly likely, a middle finger, too.
She refrained from doing so.
While packing for the hospital Samantha pondered over the situation. Caught in an unusual position, neither alleged violence nor friendliness towards the press seemed to be the proper way of moving forward. She laughed to herself, albeit bitterly; being a celebrity’s girlfriend seemed to require PR training. “Comes with the job,” Samantha chose a black suit for the day and hurriedly put all her belongings into the hospital bag. She put on the motorcycle helmet and kicked the gear off to head to the hospital.
The clock in the hospital lobby signaled that she had barely made it in time for the scheduled surgery she had. The lobby was quiet for a week morning, which allowed her to gather her thoughts and get into the zone. Samantha visited her patient for the morning consult to offer the reassurance she had always inspired before any surgery. She assembled her team and instructed the nurses on what routine they had to follow, and then left for the antechamber of the operating room to change her attire and prepare accordingly.
Samantha pushed the door with her shoulder only to be met by a very familiar yet unpleasant figure.
“I haven’t even had my coffee yet, Henry.”
Henry was leaning against the wall, arms folded over his chest. Maybe it was Samantha’s imagination, but he was not wearing his endearing expression. He seemed displeased.
“Neither have I. It’s hard to catch you around these parts, Sam.”
“And you figured you’d barge into my C-section.”
Henry sighed. “I didn’t come here to fight.”
The sound of flowing water interrupted their exchange as Samantha kicked the water tank to disinfect her hands. “Lucky me. Then you might as well leave.”
“I’ll ignore this comment for now.”
Samantha was silent, brushing her nails with the betadine sponge.
“How does it feel to be a public person now?”
Ah. So that was it about.
“Why? Jealous?”
“You’ll probably be scrutinized.”
Samantha coked her eyebrow. “Probably.”
“Even with that bartender, though. Was he easy meat?”
Samantha chuckled. “I imagine I hurt your feelings quite badly, ditching the infamous rising star for a handsome bartender.”
Henry angled his body towards her. “Do you really want to become an object?”
Samantha kicked the water tank again to wipe her hands off the substance surplus.
“Oh? I was not aware I was anything else but an object to you.”
“…I’m sorry.”
Samantha chuckled again and grabbed a clean cloth to dry her hands. “We’re a bit late for that, don’t you think?”
Henry’s eyes fell on her face. Samantha knew that not getting what he wanted threw him off. It had always been like that; until she chose to be the bigger person and dropped her guard to bring them both together again. It was a long time coming to this point, but Samantha was happy to have finally reached it.
“I would have understood choosing Jonathan, with you getting intimate and all that. He’s tall, he’s Swedish, he makes a lot of money, and he was truly eating from the palm of your hand. I just can’t wrap my head around why this guy. What does he have to offer you?”
A content smile spread rapidly on Samantha’s face, and she kicked the OR door open triumphantly. “You’d never understand what it takes to be a real man, Henry.”
The surgery ended smoothly, and Samantha felt happy to see yet another family welcoming their precious angel to the world. After introducing the infant to the parents, Samantha took the baby and the family to the NICU to perform a couple of routine tests. All the nurses greeted Samantha with a serene smile and handed the little patients’ charts to their doctor. The image of a new life, of hopeful dreams and futures, reminded Samantha why she chose the profession in the first place. And why she would never give it up again for anything in the world.
“Doctor Stoss, your phone is buzzing,” a nurse called out, and Samantha put the charts down to pick it up.
[From: Mark] good morning, fair doctor
[From: Mark] I hope your day will be as fantastic as you
[From: Mark] the news hit us here, too. How are you? Can I do anything for you?
[From: Mark] I’ll drop my statement today. We’re wrapping up the text
Samantha softly smiled. Despite it being quite an autonomous evolution of things, she was happy that Mark kept her in his thoughts. She knew he was holding on as much as he could, for the both of them.
[To: Mark] good morning rockstar
[To: Mark] I know you’ll kick ass on stage <3
[To: Mark] ah well, you know, being photographed at 6 AM while walking Murphy is not exactly my cup of tea
[To: Mark] I have this impulse to throw up my middle finger but whatever
[From: Mark] thanks love <3
[From: Mark] lol that’s me everyday
[From: Mark] I wish I could say it will get better
[From: Mark] we’ll see each other at the end of the week
[From: Mark] I can’t wait to get back to you
[From: Mark] can I do anything for you in the meantime?
A giggle filled the room and caused one of the babies in the NICU to smile as well.
“Oh? Is the Seoul concert at the end of the week? I should call Jo.”
Samantha decided not to tell Mark she would join them at the venue. She wanted to surprise him and prove to him that she was not scared of the curious public if she had him by her side.
[To: Mark] I’m cool with it, really
[To: Mark] I only care about what you think of me
[To: Mark] can’t wait to have you back, babe
[To: Mark] don’t worry. Jonathan is ready to throw hands if needed
[To: Mark] maybe lmk if I need to speak to the public or something
[To: Mark] Jackson told me I shouldn’t but I want to make sure
[From: Mark] atta girl
[From: Mark] I’d rather he wouldn’t punch anyone, but I’ll give a pass if needed
[From: Mark] let’s wait and see how things go
[From: Mark] gtg we’re rehearsing soon
[From: Mark] I love you
Samantha’s face lit up once more. [To: Mark] I love you too
Mark put his phone to the side to reunite with the group. There was a loud echo in the empty venue coming from the usage of the microphones with Bambam and Yugyeom playing around.
“Hear hear, all of us here?”
Mark picked up his microphone and went to the middle of the main stage, where the rest of the members and some other staff members were.
“Now that we’re all here,” Jaebum started, “let’s give Mark a round of applause.”
“Come on,” Mark rolled his eyes at the cheers and the hoots. “There was no need to do this.”
Bambam snickered and leaned against his shoulder, “Call it initiation.”
“Actually,” Mark continued, “I have something to say.”
All eyes turned to him. “I want to use the speech break we have to initiate our fans as well.”
“Do you think I should put my Instagram on private?”
“Oh, did the hate comments come in already?”
“Not really. A measure of precaution after Mark speaks to the public and whatnot.”
Jonathan quickly searched for Samantha on Instagram even though he had already been following her. Leena had just arrived with her lunch and blinked confusedly at the gloomy atmosphere.
“What is going on? It feels like someone’s cat died.”
“You have 40k followers. What the hell? Did you have this many before the news broke out?”
Samantha sighed. “I did. Did you forget I used to write travel blogs and give medicine tips and tricks? Besides, it’s mostly people back in America.”
Leena reached out for her phone to look up Samantha on Instagram, too. “Never mind, you just got 1k more.”
“Do you guys think I looked ugly in my posts or something? Am I overthinking?”
“You are overthinking. You have always been smart and pretty,” Jonathan concluded and tended to his soup.
“Sure, watch my cellulite pop off in this morning’s pictures.”
Samantha picked up her chopsticks to drown the sorrow in her sushi.
“Your legs are too toned for anything to be shown in those pictures,” Leena retorted and picked up her salad. “And I thought you only cared for what Mark thought of you.”
“Social pressure,” the other woman sighed. “How can you both be so calm about this?”
“Sam, you’re turning into a 2024 Carrie,” Jonathan laughed. “I can be your Miranda if you want.”
“Fuck off,” both her and Leena laughed. The latter turned to Samantha, “Look, of course this situation is shitty, but I don’t think being depressed about it helps too much.”
“Leena’s right. Did you notice how people look at me in the street? I feel like I’m Loch Ness.”
“I wouldn’t say Loch Ness is a Swedish story.”
Samantha fiddled with her chopsticks and kept on twisting one piece of sushi into way too much soy sauce. She decided she would change the subject. “Henry came into my OR in the morning.”
Jonathan’s face visibly darkened. “Oh yeah? Whatever did he want this time?”
“You know, the usual. Taunting me about the public exposure. And to apologize.”
Jonathan choked on his chicken. “Funny. Next time, warn me, or I could die.”
“I’m serious. He literally said I’m sorry.”
“Mhm. Wanted to return the investment on that engagement ring.”
It was Samantha’s turn to choke. Leena turned to Jonathan abruptly. “What engagement ring? For whom?”
“A couple of days ago, when he confronted Mark in the lobby. I saw this velvety box he was showing Mark, and my guy laughed in his face. I wish I heard what he said.”
“Mark didn’t tell me about this.”
“Can you blame him? It’s just a bad joke.”
Samantha pondered over Jonathan’s words, trying to rake her mind for any such memory. Mark never told her about Henry’s plans, admittedly so, since he had come for her to end things that night. He truly had better things to worry about.
“Bad joke or no, he’s just grabbed his lunch,” Leena signaled and pointed her fork in Henry’s direction. “And he’s coming this way.”
“Perfect. I wanted to throw up this sweet chicken anyway.”
Samantha caught Henry with the corner of her eye as he sat down to her left and subsequently to Jonathan’s right. On the one hand, their behavior towards one another was still childish. On the other hand, Samantha knew Jonathan had many concerns left to address about Henry. With his fists if possible.
“Mind if I join you?” asked Henry, and Leena quirked her brows.
“I do mind,” Jonathan retorted, not bothering to look at the other. “So kindly find another table.”
“But all other tables are busy, unfortunately,” Henry replied calmly whilst opening his lunch box. “And I’d rather eat lunch in this nice company. Isn’t that so, Miss Martin?”
Leena raised her eyes to the other only to see Jonathan put down his fork. “Don’t talk to her.”
“Who are you to speak on her behalf?” Henry challenged, shoving a handful of food in his mouth.
Leena felt Jonathan was being worked up and rested her hand against his forearm. She shook her head in a silent plea not to engage in the other’s antics. Especially since the first hearing for the Neuro attending position would happen later that day. Henry noticed the intimate gesture and a smirk was contoured in the corner of his mouth.
“Sam, we just finished anyway. We’ll see you later.”
“I see that you’re not answering questions anymore, Jonathan. Cat got your tongue?”
Jonathan stretched his body from the table and cupped Leena’s cheek with a tender touch. “I’m sorry if I taste like sweet chili.” He went further to lean down and kiss Leena, who was taken entirely by surprise. Jonathan grabbed Leena by the hand and walked away, dragging the blushing woman with him.
Samantha chuckled and nodded approvingly.
“As flamboyant as usual,” Henry resumed his eating.
“Hope you got the message. Imagine what he'd do for her if he hit you in the face for me.”
Samantha was prepared to grab her tray and leave, but Henry stopped her. He grabbed her by the wrist, his eyes pleading.
“Could you stay until I finish my meal?”
“No, I don’t think I will.”
“Please.”
Curious eyes, having already witnessed Jonathan’s show of power, followed the two surgeons, and Samantha had to compromise to avoid attracting any more attention. Given the circumstances, it was extremely important not to do so.
“I don’t want to threaten you or anything, Henry, but Mark won’t keep quiet if you keep pulling off this bullshit. Didn’t I tell you I want nothing to do with you?”
“I heard you the first time.”
“Then why do you keep following me?”
Henry put down his cutlery. “I missed you. I haven’t talked to you in a long time. I have things to say to you.”
Samantha scoffed. “Even if you did have things to say, it’s too late for me to listen, Henry.”
“Is it really?” Henry turned to her, capturing her gaze. “Are you absolutely sure this guy is not just some bandage for you?”
“Is this why you bought me an engagement ring?”
Henry hesitated.
“You can throw it away or return it. Recycling it on the next girl would be very bad just because you didn’t pull me.”
“Look, Sam,” Henry sighed and brought his hands together. “I admit, I thought I could have you back if I came back into your life. I was selfish and inconsiderate.”
“Are. You are selfish and inconsiderate.”
“Just tell me, it’s all I want to know. I promise I’ll leave you the fuck alone and only see you when we see each other in the hospital hallways.”
“Fine,” Samantha leaned on the table to look him straight in the eye. “I am in love with Mark. He is putting me back together, and he’s healing me after all the shit you put me through. I couldn’t care less if I’m targeted by the media or not because I have him, and that’s all that matters.”
Henry nodded, and his eyes fell to his knees. “I regret ever raising my hand at you. I was stupid and too self-absorbed to know the kind of treasure I had by my side.”
Samantha nodded, too, and pulled the chair back. In the thousand scenarios she made up in her mind of how that kind of conversation would go, she imagined feeling more at peace with herself as if all the lost time would be pouring back. There was no human manner to explain how empty Henry’s apology left her. That’s when she realized that hate was an expensive emotion.
“Is this all?”
Henry chuckled. “Actually, no. You know the attending committee is happening today.”
“I know. And I hope you know who my support is for.”
“There’s an accident that’s happened just now in Jeju and a helicopter picked up two patients for transfer to SMP. The first victim is a female patient, pregnant with twins seven months along, with a severe injury to the head.”
Samantha knew where that was going.
“I’ll gladly pass this up.”
“The other victim is a male patient with severe chest injuries and a broken head, with no immediate identification of brain injury risk. I suppose someone would need to drain some fluid and release his intracranial pressure. Of course this is not an attending level procedure. I recommended Jonathan to operate for the first victim. And, of course, he will need an OBGYN specialist with him to deliver the babies safely. He should have been paged by now.”
Samantha looked at Henry as if she could not understand the words he was speaking. Her pager started beeping too.
“I’d better get ready for surgery, too. I assume Miss Martin is going to be my cardiologist, and I hope we can avoid a pit fight between Jonathan and me.”
“I don’t understand. Why do this?”
Henry rose to his feet just as the emergency signal hit his pager, too. “I’m aware you don’t believe in my words anymore. I hope this will let you know I am not an incurable asshole.”
The delirious acclamations of the fans asking for another encore were still shaking the arena when the boys came backstage at the end of their concert. There was a general frenzy in the group, wide smiles and full laughter mirrored on their expressions. Mark had all the reasons to be happy and hopeful for the future. As promised early in the day, he prepared earnestly to deliver a sincere speech to the audience, announcing he had found his sweetheart. In a solidarity act and more so to display their unwavering support for one another, the members formed a circle around Mark on stage, who could only smile bashfully.
I’m sure many of you have already found out, despite my best wishes, that I have found someone that I cherish with my whole heart.
The stadium burst into a torrent of cheers and screams, all hands brought together to clap for Mark. All of Got7 radiated of gratitude, especially Jackson who had an I told you so expression on his face.
You already know, guys, how much love and respect I have for you and how grateful I am for your support throughout these beautiful years we spent together. I want you to know I’m in good hands now and we are both looking forward to the future. And for this I know that I’ll only continue to grow as an artist and person. I bow to all of you.
“That couldn’t have gone better,” Jackson shook Mark by his shoulders jokingly, then threw an arm around him. “I am thrilled for you, man.”
Jinyoung passed by to pat Mark on the back and met him with a genuine smile of his own.
“Let’s see what’s going on SNS,” Bambam chirped and reached for his phone. “Oh my God, guys, there was a terrible accident in Jeju.”
The boys gathered around Bambam to check the news. Jaebum read the victims’ descriptions scarcely. “They’ve gone to SMP. Look who’s operating on them.”
As Bam scrolled further in the article, Mark noticed that the director of the hospital gave a statement to the press. He described both Samantha and Jonathan as their brightest assets and most priceless talents.
“Oh look, an update came in. Surgery’s done.”
“Do you think it’s live on any news channel?” Youngjae pointed out and sneakily used his credentials to log into the radio station's news portal where he was a moderator. To everyone’s surprise, Samantha was being interviewed live. She was still dressed in her surgical attire, but Mark found her breathtaking nonetheless.
The crowd gathered around the phone. “Turn up the volume!”
“Two patients were brought in by helicopter around 12:30 this afternoon, sustaining grave injuries after an unfortunate accident in Jeju. There was a female patient, 7 months pregnant with twins, who had severe trauma to the head. Doctor Williams and I brought her in for critical tests, and we decided to operate immediately. I am happy to announce that the surgery was successful, and we brought two beautiful boys into the world. It was a bit earlier than expected, but I am doing everything in my capacity to keep them healthy and happy. Doctor Williams saved the mother, and all three of them are out of immediate danger.”
A collective applause could be heard backstage. “Her Korean is so good,” Jinyoung remarked, and Mark felt like the fog between them was clearing little by little.
“Bastards, they are asking her about the dating scandal,” Yugyeom said, and it grabbed everyone’s attention.
“I will only take questions about this family’s situation. I believe that all of us here are professionals, and we should treat the situation as such. I wish to thank everyone for your support in the matter. Another question, please?”
“Get it, girl!” Bambam cheered, and Jackson laughed proudly at the witty answer.
Mark’s lungs deflated with a content sigh.
“Man, I wish I was this cool,” Jaebum chuckled and turned to Mark. “Did you talk about this?”
“Nope. I didn’t tell her what to say. It’s pure skill.”
The rest of the interview went along with medical questions, and Youngjae ended the stream. “Yeah, for real, she’s a star.”
Mark picked up his own phone to dial Samantha’s number. “She truly is.”
“Hey, Mark!”
He picked up a sliver of insecurity in her voice. “Hey beautiful, we caught the interview with the boys. In their own terms, you’re a star.”
Mark allowed her to speak at her own pace. “You think so? I’m scared I messed up shutting them off like that.”
“On the contrary. None of us here could have done better.”
“Damn right we couldn’t!” Bambam shouted in Mark’s ear, making sure his message would come across. “Come on, just put her on speaker!”
Knowing Mark had no way out, he complied with the request. “You’re on speaker, Sam.”
“Oh, come on! I’ve been a celebrity for a day, and I’m already better than you all?”
“Don’t let it get to your head, babe,” Mark laughed, and Jackson chimed in. “You know, Bam asked us a couple of days ago if you have any single girlfriend you might introduce him to.”
Samantha laughed at the expense of Bambam’s embarrassment. “I know who to call first thing then! Lovely chatting with you boys, but I have to go. I need to tend to the twins in the NICU. I’ll text you later, love.”
“Talk to you soon, princess.”
Deeper into the night, when the hectic schedule of the day died down and both surgeries finished with happy endings, Samantha and Leena grasped the chance to take a breather. The two women crowded Leena’s office to enjoy a late-night latte on the balcony.
“Just the thought of me having to tend to the night shift tonight is killing me,” Samantha groaned and leaned against the cold balustrade. “I have six babies to care for, not to mention to monitor the twins 24/7.”
“Didn’t you miss the thrill of this?”
Samantha switched her position to look up to the starry sky. “I did.”
Leena smiled and nudged the other’s hip with her own. “I heard about the interview. You kicked ass!”
The other laughed. “Allegedly. I still don’t know how I came across. Although, being a witch bitch doesn’t sit that wrong with me.”
“If we’re being honest, you’ve always had this aura about yourself.”
“Leena!”
The cardiologist sipped from her cup. “No offense.”
“None taken,” smiled Samantha. “So, you and Jonathan, huh?”
“Oh, shut up about it. I didn’t imagine our first kiss would be like that.”
Samantha leaned closer to Leena. “It was kinda hot.”
“It was! I thought he was dragging me along to have sex, but we got paged.”
“Nah, he would want to make a show out of asking you to be his girlfriend, and then the sex would follow.”
Leena just agreed. “I hope he’d let me prepare. I have a cute lingerie set I saved. We should tell Jo, she would go crazy about this.”
“I completely forgot. Jonathan spoke with her, and she bought two tickets for the concert on Friday.”
Leena gasped with a feigned look on her face. “Did she really not think about inviting me too?”
“Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this, but Jonathan planned something for Friday. She sold the other ticket.”
A white lie, Samantha thought. But it was a good occasion for Jonathan to meet Leena in her special lingerie set.
“It’s time for me to clock out. I’m exhausted,” spoke Leena while stretching her back. “I’ll call Jo tomorrow myself.”
As Leena left the office, Samantha quickly texted Jonathan to announce his newly made plans to him. While the phone was buzzing with Jonathan’s messages, she dialed Jo. It did not take long for her to pick up, with an ecstatic voice.
“Last time I saw you, you were gearing up to be a surgeon, and now you’re a celebrity girlfriend!”
“Missed you too, Jo,” Samantha countered with a chuckle. “Quite a lot has happened since we spoke last. Is this a bad time?”
“No, dear, I just finished a meeting with a client. You know it’s morning over here in Manhattan.”
Samantha checked her watch. It should have been early 9 AM for Jo. “You’re flying out here Friday and you didn’t bother to tell us in due time?”
Jo laughed at the other end of the line. “You know me, I love surprises. I’ll be 6 months in Seoul, and we have plenty of time to catch up! I’m going to work on a digital branding initiative with a big skincare company, and they paid pretty money for me to join them there. I rented a place close to yours, thanks to Johnny.”
“I take it you’re a millionaire now, are you not?”
“I’m not too shabby, I’d say.”
The women laughed heartily.
“I missed you, Sam. Can’t wait for us to catch up. Especially about your new lover.”
“Never beating around the bush, huh Jo?” chuckled Samantha.
“You know, maybe you could introduce me to Jackson while we’re at it. I’m kidding, of course.”
Samantha’s pager beeped; the medical team requested her presence in the NICU. “Mhm, might fuck around and kiss Jackson kind of kidding?”
“Come on, honey. You know I am a serious businesswoman.”
Friday came as a surprise to Samantha. She felt as if the rest of the week had passed at the speed of light. She took a well-deserved day off to sleep in and relax properly in the morning for a long, incoming night. Even if the paparazzi were faithfully waiting to catch a glimpse of her while walking Murphy, she paid less attention to them and more to her little guy. Samantha remembered Mark's words; it would not get easier, but she would grow accustomed to the unwanted notoriety. She thought they would have to get bored with her at some point.
Samantha prepared a quick lunch and played an episode of a podcast she liked to try to forget that she did not have appropriate clothes for a concert. Since joining the SMP, she had switched her entire wardrobe to formal and office attire. A long-forgotten box of clothes lay in the attic, and she hoped she would find some decent jeans and a blouse. Samantha was satisfied to find a vintage pair of ripped jeans and a glittery pink crop corset. She paired the corset with a crop black transparent bolero to cover her arms. She ultimately decided against heels and removed her black Air Jordan from an adjacent box.
Just as Samantha finished touching up her loose curls, the phone buzzed with a call.
"Jo, what's up? I'm almost ready."
"Almost ready?!" Jo almost screamed on the other line. "Sam, I'm first in line. To enter the stadium."
"You're crazy. The concert is two hours away from starting."
"You're the crazy one," Jo retorted matter-of-factly. "There's already hundreds of people queuing up behind me."
"Yikes," Samantha laughed. "I'm leaving soon; I'll get there pretty fast, I think."
"It looks like the boys finished their sound check, and they are letting people enter. I'll make sure to get the best spot!"
"When did you even get ready? Didn't you fly in like... three hours ago?"
Jo laughed. "There are many things you can do in a 15-hour flight. I made sure to fly premium to use the cup holders for my makeup."
By the time Samantha arrived, the queue had certainly grown longer than when she spoke to Jo on the phone. She was lucky the venue personnel were professionals, and the queue moved quickly on all six entrances. The stubborn sun would have otherwise ruined her hair and make-up with its warmth. When she finally entered the stadium, she was surprised to find various chairs prepared at key points of the area to rest and enjoy the concert. The suggestive map at the entrance helped her move around fast and find her designated area.
It was not hard to spot Jo in the crowd. A carmine corset hugged her torso, and the endearing side cuts starting at the thigh on her straight-leg fabric trousers left just enough space for the imagination to kick in. Her gingerbread hair, pulled into a ponytail, outlined all her defined features.
"If you planned to seduce any of the single members tonight, you have a high chance of success. With the eyeliner and the red lipstick, I would make out with you now."
Jo turned around at the familiar voice and pulled Samantha into a hug. "You think so? Maybe the corset was a bit too much?"
"You wouldn't have it any other way."
Jo gestured for Samantha to do a pirouette so she could admire her friend in her entirety. "You are so pretty! I missed you so much, Sam. And look, just as I promised, we can breathe in their perfume here!"
Indeed, as Jo pointed out, the two women were inches away from the main stage. Samantha was confident that she would grab Mark's attention and at least make a heart for him.
"How are you? How's life in Manhattan? I swear you just dropped off the face of the planet."
"I'm sorry," Jo took Samantha by the hand and brought her closer to the metal prompt where her carmine office jacket was. True to her image, "The last couple of months were absolutely insane for my firm. I booked in 5-figure contracts and brought many people to the team. I was drowning to do it all alone. My dream is coming along pretty well."
Samantha squeezed her hand. "I'm so happy for you. I can't wait to see what seeds you bring to life."
"We have all the time in the world now," Jo smiled. "How are you, girl? I think you finally found your happy place here."
Samantha nodded. "I think so, too. There's a big chance I'll become an attending soon. And I think I finally found someone after my own heart."
A loud, rhapsodic noise broke into the arena when all lights suddenly turned down to cue the band's entrance to the stage. "I booked a table at Timber House after the concert to catch up and drink to the morning, just like we used to do."
Samantha agreed with the other's proposition and turned her attention to the stage. All the boys were dressed in deluxe concert attire. Samantha's eyes immediately found Mark. He was excited but collected, happy but professional. His eyes were refreshed, and he had a beautiful vitality about him.
I am coming home tonight, love. Just one more stop.
"You're home," Samantha whispered as the music started playing and the concert kicked off.
The atmosphere was simply dynamic. All the fans in the venue cheered tirelessly to show their support for the band. Jo and Samantha had a great time together, dancing and singing their hearts out to the music. The first half of the concert passed in the blink of an eye, and a small costume break was due for the second part. To keep the spirit alive, Jackson rejuvenated the full stadium. "How are we doing tonight, Seoul city?"
An outburst of joy saturated the arena.
"This is Page."
"Oh, this is my favorite song of theirs!" Jo cheered and indulged in the warmth of the concert lights.
Now that they could see better into the crowd, all the boys got closer to the fans. They pointed to funny banners in the crowd, got closer to take selfies with the fans, and spread their joy to the depths of the stadium. Mark got closer to where Jo and Samantha were and shared smiles and waves everywhere, but his mouth dropped in surprise. The all-familiar figure shared a hand-shaped heart with him, making him laugh. Samantha was, too, while grooving to the music.
Mark lost no time to run down from the stage into the crowd where his lover was. She looked so different in her laid-back attire, cheerful in pink, with a beam that could light up his whole world. Except she already did. Jo lost no time to get out her phone and prepare it for what was to become the best picture she had ever taken. Samantha was unprepared for the passionate hug Mark pulled her into, so bare and so bold in front of sixty thousand people, to declare their young love once and for all.
"I think I love you," Mark whispered along to Jackson's verse. He touched Samantha's face gently to pull her into a kiss, and a white spotlight now protected their love. As the boys realized what was happening, they gathered around the part of the stage where the couple was; Bambam and Yugyeom were taking their picture from all possible angles, Jaebum was singing his verse, and Jinyoung playfully interrupted their moment.
"Mark, you have to sing your part now."
And Mark sang his part, looking into his lover's eyes, his hand holding tightly onto hers. It was safe to say Samantha was as proud as she was embarrassed. Before leaving, Mark left a loving peck on her cheek and reluctantly departed from her to return to the stage. Most members cheerfully spread to other parts of the arena; only Jackson trailed behind.
To the untrained eye, Jackson seemed to be waiting to reunite with Mark. To Jo's eyes, he seemed enthralled by her feminine aura and by the alluring glint in her mahogany irises. The woman gave him a playful wink and a graceful smile, and she could swear he returned the favor. It was further clarified when Jackson returned to the same part of the stage to sing his next verse while stealing glances at Samantha's mysterious friend. When the song finally ended, and a rupture of applause echoed in the stadium, Jo turned to Samantha.
"You will not believe how beautiful these pictures are!"
"What just happened?" Samantha was still confused about Mark's sudden daring gesture, so she wrapped her friend in a hug.
"I am so ecstatic for you, Sam! This was so fucking romantic."
"Listen, am I delirious, or did Jackson wink at you?"
Jo looked at the stage as the boys prepared their free speech segment.
"I am sure he did 'cause I did it first."
Samantha smirked at her friend and turned her attention to the group. Bambam was the first to speak.
"Mark, you should have warned us we would be full of love tonight!"
Jackson looked at Bambam more closely and started laughing. Yugyeom pointed that out to him. "It was too much love that his zipper broke."
"It's not our first time, don't worry," Jinyoung continued. The group gathered around to shield Bambam and tie his jacket around his waist.
Jackson made sure his microphone was further away from his mouth and leaned over to Mark. "Who's the lady with Sam over there?"
"I've never met her. She mentioned a friend from the States was coming over to Seoul for a while. It could be her."
The leader heard their conversation, and Jackson anticipated that he would possibly make a joke on the matter. Jackson laughed and pleaded with his eyes.
"We're set now," Bambam broke the moment, and Jaebum was happy to skip away. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
A loud and almost angry What inconvenience? scream came from the audience, causing the group to snicker. The seven men formed a line to salute the crowd and do their intro.
"Now that we all witnessed this beautiful moment," Jaebum started, "I'm sure Mark would like to say some words."
"I'm sure Mark wouldn't," he joked, and Samantha giggled. "There's no turning back now, I guess."
Similar to what the group did in Japan, the boys gathered around Mark, who cleared his throat.
"First things first, we're happy to be back here in Seoul," Mark said, waiting for the cheers to subside. Personally, I'm very happy to be back here, back to the person who stole my heart and ran away with it."
Mark pointed in Samantha's direction, and the latter funneled her hands around her mouth to reply. "I'm right here, Mark!"
The members approved joyfully.
"So, uh," Mark continued with a satisfied smile, "I hope you'll treat us well and cheer for us in the future. We've all been together through the good and bad, and I hope you'll keep us in your prayers from now on, too. As Jinyoung once said, we did not come together to release an album. We decided to release an album to be together. And I don't know what else could speak more about the family that we are."
The concert ended in high spirits, with the energy growing by the minute until it reached its peak and kept on going to the end. The two women were escorted by security backstage, where the group retreated. They witnessed a celebration more intimate than the one prepared by the fans onstage for Mark's upcoming birthday early the following week. Jinyoung noticed the women and silently guided them closer to the group, where Mark and the lovely cake were. Jo remained in the back between Jinyoung and Jackson, and the boys made way for Samantha to get closer to her lover.
"That was an amazing concert, guys," Jo congratulated the group, not addressing anyone in particular; another person speaking fluent Korean took Jinyoung and Jackson by surprise. "I am not sure you know how fast those tickets were selling, but I am happy I got them."
Bambam once again assumed the role of the photographer when Mark swept Samantha off her feet to hug and cherish her. Jackson's attention was captured by the mysterious woman, and could not help but notice the jasmine scent she wore.
"Thank you," Jackson offered and turned her body to her. "Yours was a pleasant surprise, too."
Jo noticed the subtlety and gave back a smile. She did not manage to reply as Mark and Samantha approached them. "Where are my manners?" Samantha said and gestured to her friend. "This is Jo."
Jo dipped her head in a bow, keeping her stature composed. The way she carried herself was that of a woman confident in her femininity. It did not go unnoticed by Jinyoung how Jackson looked at her. Mark caught it as well.
"She is going to be with us for the next six months. At least."
Jo chuckled. "It's nice meeting everyone. We'll see where life gets us, eventually."
Mark cleared his throat. "Do you want to go anywhere to celebrate? It's on me. It's been a while since we got together like this."
"Jo booked a table at a very nice restaurant in town."
"I don't think it's suitable for so many of us, but I will call immediately to request additional chairs."
"Tell you what," Jinyoung deftly moved over to Bambam, who was puzzled by the other's subtle silencing words, "Since we're all going to be in Seoul for a while, and for Mark's birthday as well, we can plan and rent something nice in the city. Let's give the lovebirds the night off."
Jo looked at Samantha with a serene expression. "I completely agree."
Jaebum was in on Jinyoung's plan. "But if it was your reservation, why not go together? Jackson can hop in to be the second third-wheel."
Bambam's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Jackson did not manage to protest, or otherwise, when he realized he had become the center of a quickly executed plot. He recognized the guys were fighting against their worst demons not to burst out laughing.
"It sounds like a plan," Jo turned to Jackson, knowing she had reeled him in when she met him with her charming smile.
"Sure, let's change into something more comfortable."
When The Boys Tease You After Overhearing You Both ~ Got7 Reaction
Mark:
You looked in surprise as you noticed Jackson curled up fast asleep on the sofa of the studio as you entered just behind Mark after showing up late.
“He’s a bit tired,” Yugyeom explained to the two of you, “he said something about being disturbed quite a bit through the night.”
“How come?” Mark quizzed as he perched down on the arm of the sofa, “we weren’t disturbed by anything through the night.”
At Mark’s comment, Jackson began to stir, not quite as asleep as you thought he was. “That’s because you guys were the disturbance.”
Mark’s eyes widened as he looked to Jackson in disbelief, “I don’t quite know what disturbed you, but you can’t just blame us.”
“Who else would’ve been having sex last night?” Jackson openly asked, stunning the two of you and making you freeze as neither of you quite knew what to say in reply.
“Oh,” Mark mumbled as Jackson expectantly looked back at you both, folding his arms across his chest as he sat himself back up, letting go of a yawn as he did so too.
“I hope you’re happy,” he scolded, “I’m absolutely knackered.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
Jay B:
The smile on Jinyoung’s face was wide as you and Jaebeom finally walked downstairs, joining the boys in the living room of the house you were renting.
“Did you guys have a good night?” Jinyoung enquired, looking between the two of you. “Did you get up to anything fun last night?”
“We didn’t do too much,” Jaebeom replied as he sat down, “just watched a few things, had a nice relaxing evening for once in our lives.”
Jinyoung’s head nodded as he listened intently, “it sounds like you were very relaxed, although there’s one thing missing from that list.”
Both you and Jaebeom wore furrowed brows as Jinyoung hinted at the two of you. “What else did we do last night then?”
“You’re allowed to tell us you had sex,” Jinyoung assured the two of you, “I mean we all heard the two of you at it so it’s not exactly a secret between you and us anymore.”
“Y-you heard us?” You stuttered, looking between Jaebeom and Jinyoung. “You told me that there was no way that we would end up disturbing any of the boys last night.”
“He lied,” Jinyoung joked, “I bet secretly who knew exactly what he was doing.”
“I really had no idea.”
Jackson:
A groan came from Youngjae as you and Jackson finally appeared, intimidated by the stare that he looked at the two of you with, following you closely.
“Thanks for making me feel super single last night,” Youngjae told you both, “it’s been a while since I heard some of those noises from you.”
“What are you on about? Making you feel single?” Jackson enquired, his brows knitting together in confusion as to what was going on.
A snigger came from Youngjae as he studied Jackson’s expression, “do you have any idea how loud the two of you were last night?”
Jackson’s head shook innocently, but beside him, you stayed pretty still. “I think maybe we were a little bit louder than usual.”
“A little bit?” Youngjae gasped in surprise back across to you, “it almost felt as if the two of you were in the same room as me with how clear some of those noises I was hearing were.”
“That’s enough,” Jackson panicked, noticing how shy you were next to him. “We’re very sorry that we made you feel single, Youngjae, we promise that it won’t happen again.”
“Don’t mock me,” he laughed, “I’m being serious with you.”
“And we are with you.”
Jinyoung:
You looked to BamBam in confusion as he walked across to you and Jinyoung, handing you a receipt. As you looked through, you noticed what it was for.
“I need these now after last night,” BamBam told you as he brought the ear plugs that he had bought from his pocket to shoe the two of you.
“Why do we need the receipt to know that you’ve brought ear plugs?” Jinyoung quizzed in confusion, “it’s not exactly our problem, is it?”
BamBam’s head shook in reply to Jinyoung’s question, “that’s where you’re wrong. I need them so that I don’t have to listen to you two.
You and Jinyoung met one another with puzzled eyes, looking to BamBam for more explanation. “Why are you listening to us?”
“It was pretty hard not to last night,” he muttered, “you guys can buy me these so that I don’t have to listen to the two of you having sex ever again, I think I’m scarred for life.”
“Stop being so dramatic,” Jinyoung dismissed, pushing against BamBam’s arm. “We weren’t that loud, you just want us to feel sorry for you or something, that’s all.”
“For once,” BamBam admitted, “I’m actually not being dramatic.”
“You’re always dramatic Bam.”
Youngjae:
You wanted the ground to swallow you up as Yugyeom asked you about your evening, able to tell from the look in his eyes what he was hinting at.
“I mean Youngjae is loud at the best of times,” Yugyeom pointed out, still noticing how oblivious Youngjae was to what was going on around him.
“That’s mean,” Youngjae responded, slightly offended. “What would suddenly make you say something like that? What did I do to you?”
Yugyeom’s smile dropped as Youngjae asked the question, “what did you do to me? I spent my night listening to your audio of your nice time.”
Youngjae’s narrowed eyes looked at you as he still didn’t quite understand. “Sex,” you whispered across to him, “Yugyeom heard us.”
“I heard every single sound,” Yugyeom made sure to point out to the two of you. “I’ve heard some noises come out of you Jae, but even some of those were interesting ones.”
“Can we stop talking about this now?” You cried out, feeling your heart race in humiliation. “Maybe we can talk about what we’re going to order in for breakfast again.”
“Why so keen Y/N?” Yugyeom teased, “you weren’t shy last night.”
“Literally, shut up now.”
BamBam:
You rolled away from BamBam, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath, feeling his hand interlock with yours with a tight grip on you.
“Finally!” You suddenly heard one of the boys yell from just outside your room, “it can’t be that good to need to make that much noise you know.”
“That’s Mark,” BamBam pointed out to you, biting down on his bottom lip. “You don’t think he actually heard us, do you?” He then asked.
Your head nodded immediately in reply to BamBam’s question, “maybe we were a little bit noisier than we usually are, do you think?”
A loud sigh came from BamBam as he looked up to the ceiling too, “I’m never going to hear the end of this if they really heard us.”
“You should’ve been quiet,” you teased, nudging against his side. “Look at it this way, at least the boys now know that you’re doing a good job in bed, that’s quite important.”
“That does actually make me feel better,” BamBam chuckled in surprise, “I’ve never heard any of the boys, so they can’t be anywhere near as good as me, that feels pretty good.”
“See,” you sniggered, “being noisy has its advantages sometimes.”
“This is definitely one of them.”
Yugyeom:
The sound of Jaebeom yawning made both you and Yugyeom look across to him in confusion, noticing how much more dramatic he was than usual.
“Don’t mind me,” he told the two of you as you sat down across the room from him. “I’ve just not had a very good night of sleep, that’s all.”
“Why?” Yugyeom innocently asked him, hearing several scoffs come from around the room. “Did something keep you awake or anything?”
Jaebeom’s eyebrows raised at Yugyeom’s question, “you could certainly say that someone, or two someones kept me awake last night.”
The look that Jaebeom gave you quickly meant the penny dropped for you. “Gyeom, I think he might’ve been kept up by us.”
“Us?” Yugyeom asked, flustered by what you had told him. He looked across to Jaebeom only to see him nodding his head, struggling to hold back his laughter at your panic.
“Well, this is embarrassing,” you grumbled as once again Jaebeom made sure to let go of a nice, loud noise to get both of your attention. “You can stop doing that as well, idiot.”
“I’m just making sure you know,” he smiled, “my tiredness is your fault.”
Cruel - Slight Yandere!Demon King!Jackson Wang X Reader
Slight Yandere AU & Demon AU- Based off of Cruel by Jackson Wang
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst
Pairing: Jackson X Reader
Words: 3,421
Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: So I know this isn’t the update I mentioned earlier but as soon as I watched the MV and listened to this song I was hit by the inspiration and motivation freight train (which, honestly, is quite surprising for me as of late) so I really wanted to get this written and posted. I think this MV is honestly going to be one of my favourites, it’s just so amazing and the aesthetic is right up my alley oof.... anyways, I really hope you all like this one even if it’s a bit short! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~
They took you. They thought they could keep him away from you, but oh, how wrong they were.
Nobody touches what’s his and gets away with it, least of all if that someone is you.
They took you away from him, and now they must pay.
The underworld can be a cruel place, not meant for the feint of heart. It takes a brave soul to be able to travers its expanses unless you are one of the Seven rulers of the land. One of which has been missing for centuries, leaving the Six remaining to divvy up the territories, and rule over those that remain.
Everyone knows the most basic rule: it is not a land for humans.
Until one was brought here against their will.
Of the Seven rulers, Five Queens and One King remained. Led by Queen Selkie, the Five Queens plotted against the King, for he should not be sharing a bed with someone else. A mortal no less. A mortal who had no idea of the demon they let into their home every night.
Thus, you were kidnapped in the middle of the night. Torn right from within his grasp, weakened by the power of Four under the Fifth, who commanded your capture upon learning of his connection to you.
If she couldn’t have him, no one can.
Selkie’s love for Jackson was strong, her desire for him twisting deep into the darkest parts of her soul. What she didn’t realize, though, was that he was the same way. Only, his darkness ran deeper; was stronger, and all because of you.
Which is exactly why they had to take you from him, to lure him right into their trap once and for all.
It was no easy feat, kidnapping you right from beneath his nose, but they did it. Too many of their underlings lost their lives keeping him busy long enough for the Queens to bring you back to the underworld. By the time Jackson had arrived, his shirt had already been torn to shreds, his skin bathed in the blood of the damned.
Phasing into the underworld in a haze of smoke, Jackson’s feet touch the ashen wasteland of his home. Fires already burn around him as he breathes in the all too familiar toxic fumes. No flame blazes as bright, or as intensely, as his eyes do. Eyes which frantically search for any sign of you.
Taking a step forward, Jackson puffs out a breath of flames, needing to expel some of the pent up energy he’s created fighting off the underlings from earlier. Besides, if he doesn’t find you soon, he may just go insane. That is, if he hasn’t already.
Luckily, it doesn’t look as if he’ll have to look very far, for one of the Four materializes before him, a dagger held in her hand.
“Where are they?” Jackson’s voice is but a growl as he locks eyes with the Queen in front of him.
Her own eyes burn gold as they meet his own, a hiss passing her lips, “soon to be dead. As they should be.”
A roar escapes him as Jackson lunges for the Queen. Extending his arm, he gravitates her body towards his, catching her by surprise as he lands the first hit. Her eyes widen as he mockingly caresses the side of her face, cupping her jaw in his hand.
The dagger falls to the ground as her lips part. The fury blazing within his eyes is like nothing that she’s ever seen before. Incurring the wrath of the One King is not something any one of them should have taken lightly, but now, faced with the full force of Jackson’s rage, his insanity, she cannot stop the tremor that runs through her body.
What have they done?
Moving quickly, the Queen slaps his arm away, bringing her other hand up to wrap around his neck. Unfortunately, she isn’t fast enough, and Jackson shoves her off of him in the next moment.
He scowls, the Three other Queens materializing out of thin air to surround him.
“You won’t get away with this,” he spits, eyes like liquid gold.
The Four Queens manage to bind him, the Three raising their daggers to strike as one whispers in his ear, “we already have.”
A flash and he’s turned the tables, flinging the Three off of him with a force strong enough to have them dropping their daggers. The Fourth, now trapped in his embrace, struggles to free herself as his hands sear their touch onto her skin.
Tracing his one hand up to her neck, the Queen can feel her essence following in its path. Her lips part, a fiery hue escaping past them as Jackson sucks the soul right out of her. The other Three can only watch on in horror as their sister gets thrown to the side, her body now an empty husk of what it once was.
A battle cry leaves the Queens’ lips as the Three lunge at Jackson.
Taking advantage of their blind rage, Jackson easily lets himself be caught by the Three. Again, he traps one in his arms, sucking the soul right out of her as the other Two claw at him from behind.
“No!” The Two shriek as they watch yet another one of their sisters fall to the ground.
Jackson smirks, grabbing onto each Queen behind him by the neck as he uses his newly gained power to obtain the both of their souls simultaneously. As the fiery wisps enter his system, his whole body glows. Golden veins light up his skin as the Two fall to the ground, lifeless and empty.
For a moment, Jackson stands there, his eyes closed as he lets this new power wash over him. Never before has he felt so alive. Well, other than when he’s with you, of course.
Calming his racing heart, his eyes flare open, gaze lit with the flames of insanity he carries within him now. Nothing will stop him from getting you back. Nothing.
Slowly, Jackson begins to advance towards the throne that sits between the two High Pillars of the underworld. A throne which he knows Selkie has wanted to share with him since the dawn of time.
He scowls, and this time, his rage escapes him in the form of another breath of flame as he raises his head to the scorched sky above. How dare Selkie take away what’s his. How dare she touch you. If she thinks this works in her favour, then she is sadly mistaken.
The only two things on Jackson’s mind now are killing her, and saving you.
Finally, he reaches the bottom of the stairs leading up to the throne. Looking upwards, Jackson inhales the smoke from his lungs. His golden eyes burn the brightest they ever have, like liquid flame, as he slowly begins the ascent to the throne.
The moment his head breaches the peak of the stairs, a gasp is escaping your lips. Never before have you see the look in Jackson’s golden eyes. The look of a crazed man, who has been betrayed, but will also stop at nothing to reclaim what has been taken from him.
With wide eyes, you assess his figure.
Black blood covers almost every inch of his bare torso, smeared along his neck and all over his hands. You swallow your suddenly dry throat as he meets your gaze, and he looks almost relieved to see that you’re still breathing.
There you sit, beaten and bloody on the ground, dirt covering your wounds. Never has he felt so close to you, yet so far away at the same time.
Selkie sits smugly on the throne before him, her legs crossed as she twirls a dagger in her hands. It’ll only take him a minute to wipe that smirk right off of her face, but he still cannot stop the relief from racing through him at seeing that you’re still alive.
His brow nearly furrows. How are you still alive? The climate of the underworld would kill any normal mortal. Unless Selkie has done something to you.
“Jackson.” His name is but a plea from your lips.
So badly does he want to speak, to tell you that he’s here, and that nothing else is going to hurt you. Except, he cannot, for Selkie beats him to it.
“See.” She hisses, a chuckle falling from her lips. “See what a demon he’s become.”
Jackson’s eyes flash briefly to glare at Selkie before softening his gaze to look at you. His heart nearly stops right then and there. You can’t be looking at him in fear, can you? No, that can’t be it. You know he would never hurt you, but who knows what lies Selkie has fed you to further her own desires.
“What have you done to them?” Jackson turns his intense gaze to the Queen before him once more.
“Me?” Selkie hums, pausing the twirling of her dagger as she looks down upon him in her throne. “Why, I simply told them the truth.” She stands. “About who you are.” She takes a single step down from her throne. “What you are.” She takes another, each phrase accented by her slow decent down the stairs of her throne. “What you become.” Another. “Your desires.” Until finally, she’s on even ground with him, standing directly beside you as you brace your hands in the dirt before you. “And how you’re only using them to get what you want.”
A silence settles over the three of you as Selkie’s words sink in. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, you speak.
“I never said I believed you.”
“Silence!” Selkie’s eyes flare gold as she backhands you across the face, your whole body crashing into the ground as dust rises at the impact.
Jackson sees red.
“Touch them again and it will be the last thing you ever do.” His voice is but a growl as his eyes flare gold, his fists clenching at his sides.
“Honestly, I don’t know what you see in a pathetic mortal,” Selkie rolls her eyes, shrugging off her jacket while cracking her neck. “You deserve a Queen. One that is both strong and cunning. Not some weakling.”
“A Queen, you say?” Jackson hums, mockingly, tilting his head slightly as he look at Selkie before him, her golden, spiked crown glinting through the hazy atmosphere. He smirks. “I already have one.”
With those words, they both lunge for each other. Selkie raises her dagger to strike, but Jackson is quick to counter, grabbing both her wrists in his own. In an instant, Selkie drops her blade, it skidding to the side as she knees Jackson in the stomach. Not even a second later, she uses her powers to flick him away.
Dragging his hand on the ground to steady himself, Jackson skids to a stop, snapping his head up to look at the slowly approaching Selkie. Taking a stand, she waves a hand in the air, making the rocks surrounding her levitate. With a flick of her wrist, she sends the stones flying at Jackson, who easily dodges them.
Landing back on his feet, Jackson is quick to look around seeing as Selkie has seemingly disappeared. You can see the furrow in his brow as she appears behind him, and you panic.
“Behind you!” You shout, just in time, too, for Jackson manages to duck beneath her next blow.
Turning around, the two come face to face once more. Selkie goes to strike him next, but Jackson parries her blow, managing to get in a hit on her ribs and sending her stumbling back.
She glares at him, and then you. Only, before she can even take another step in your direction, Jackson is stepping between the two of you. All you can see of him now is his back, but you know from the scowl that Selkie wears that she is not pleased about this turn of event.
“Your fight is with me.” He states, voice low and ominous, like the threat of an oncoming storm. “When I’m done with you, there will be nothing left.”
Selkie flexes her fingers, nails sharpening into claws. “You’ll come to regret those words.”
Again, Selkie lunges at him, swiping at his neck with her claws. Luckily, Jackson manages to dodge in time, only to get hit by the kick she sends his way right after. Stumbling forward, she uses this to her advantage, landing another blow to his side and causing him to tumble to his knees.
“Jackson!” Your voice comes out frantic as you watch Selkie hoist him up by his neck.
With her fingers digging into his skin, she uses her powers to raise them both off the ground. She smirks.
“Now, look at where that vain desire got you.” Selkie chastises mockingly, shaking her head in the process. “We could have had it all, you know? Power. Glory. Everything.” She tightens the hold she has around his neck as Jackson chokes out a gasp. “We could have been so good together, but you went and threw it all away for some human.”
Jackson can do nothing but struggle, Selkie’s powers binding him in the air as she maintains the hold she has on his neck. Slowly, she brings both of her hands up to caress the sides of his face, still keeping him bound using her powers. He grits his teeth, golden eyes ablaze as he meets her own.
“The sad part is I now have to kill you,” her eyes flit to you who Jackson can clearly see looking on in horror from over her shoulder, “and I think I’m going to enjoy it. Though, not as much as killing them.”
In an instant, his eyes widen, lips parting in protest at her words. However, before he can say anything, he can feel his soul leaving his body as she sucks the essence right out of him. Those same fiery veins that lit up his skin appear on hers, trailing down her neck as she drains the life right out of him.
Once she’s satisfied, she releases the hold she has on him. Instantly, a portal appears behind Jackson’s body, the dark clouds swirling within as Selkie flicks her wrist, sending him flying through the air. With another flick of her wrist, the portal disappears, Jackson along with it.
Carefully, her feet touch the ground and she’s turning to you once more. You, who sits there, surprisingly still, as shock courses through your body. Jackson couldn’t have been defeated so easily. It’s not possible.
Looking up at Selkie, you watch as she approaches you menacingly, a smirk clear on her features. However, what you’re not expecting, is for a dark smoke to start swirling behind her. You blink.
“Now, to dispose of you.” She snarls, teeth bared as her claws extend once more.
Just as she raises a hand to strike you down, her whole body freeze. Horror paints her face as she feels an arm snake around her torso, a separate hand wrapping around her throat.
“I thought I told you,” Jackson’s voice is low as he speaks from right beside her ear, “I’ll kill you if you touch them again.”
With a spray of blood, Jackson rips her throat out with a snarl on his face. As her ruined body falls to the ground, he absorbs the essence of her soul, the fiery substance setting his eyes ablaze once more.
Taking a deep breath while closing his eyes for a moment, he steadies his breathing. A moment later, his golden eyes are snapping open, locking onto your trembling figure.
“It’s okay,” his voice comes out much softer now, his eyes holding nothing but that fondness for you that you’ve come to know from him so well. “I’m here now. You’re safe.”
Instantly, his arms are around you, pulling you into his chest as your own wrap around his torso. Gently, he rubs circles into your back, using his powers to heal you all the while. Surprisingly, you have not shed a single tear.
“Please tell me you don’t have any more crazy exes,” you mumble, and he lets out a laugh in disbelief.
Slowly, he pulls away to look into your eyes. “I don’t know what’s more shocking. The fact that you’re taking this so well, or the fact that you thought she was my ex.”
“She wasn’t your ex?” Your brow furrows, and immediately his one hand moves to smooth the creases from your forehead.
“She did this because I wouldn’t be with her,” he replies.
This only causes your frown to deepen, “crazy bitch.”
He chuckles, a subtle smile tugging at his lips. “You don’t know the half of it.”
A small silence settles over the both of you as he continues to hold you in his arms, your head now resting on his chest. That is, until he’s breaking it once more.
“Still, you’re taking this surprisingly well.” He repeats his words from earlier.
You take a brief pause before answering, as if you’re hesitant to say your next words. “I’ve always known you were different.”
“Oh?” Jackson cannot help but be surprised. “You have, have you?”
“You’re not very good at controlling your eyes when you get emotional.” You reply, a small smirk causing the corner of your lips to tug upwards.
“I’m not?” He sounds quite appalled by this revelation.
Grabbing his face in your hands, you caress his cheeks. In an instant, you’re bringing your lips to his, wordlessly conveying how grateful you are for him, especially in this moment.
Pulling away slightly, you look into his eyes. Eyes which have once again flared gold as he continues to stare at you with that lovestruck expression on his face.
“See,” you hum, smile clear on your features. “Exactly my point.”
He doesn’t even need to look at himself to know that you’re right. After all, he can already see the glow of his eyes in the reflection of yours. An image of which that has him tightening his grip around you subconsciously.
“I thought you were going to be terrified of me,” he whispers, his gaze now downcast. “When I got here, I thought you were scared of me.”
“I could never be scared of you.” Your words set his heart racing in his chest. “If anything, I was terrified of losing you.”
“You don’t know how much those words resonate with me right now,” he says, staring deeply into your eyes. “I don’t know how I could go on without you.”
A subtle grin begins to tug at the corner of your lips, “you’re being melodramatic.”
“I’m not.” Jackson shakes his head, resting his forehead on yours as he grabs your one hand in his.
For a moment, all is silent. Even the fires burning around you seem to have gone quiet as the two of you revel in each other’s presence. Nothing could come between you now, and Jackson will always be there to make sure of it.
“Stay with me.” His words are but a whisper on the wind, but you still manage to hear them. “Rule at my side, where you are always meant to be. Never leave me, and I will never leave you. I promise you, for as long as we both shall live, nothing will ever harm you, or take you away from me again.”
You smile, giving his hand a slight squeeze with your own. “Always.”
With those words, his lips are on your once more.
Slowly, he pulls you closer, one hand finding purchase on the back of your neck while the other grips your waist. Carefully, he parts your lips with his own, breathing his essence into you.
Your whole body heats, veins of liquid fire igniting along your skin as his power washes over you. Never have you felt more alive.
Keeping your eyes closed for the moment, you feel him pull away, somewhat reluctantly. The weight of his forehead pressing against yours grounds you once more as you feel your head spin.
“I’m yours and you’re mine.” His chest rumbles with every word that he speaks.
You can only hum in response, your eyes opening to stare deeply into his own. The molten gold hue he sees igniting within your gaze is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life.
Post Date: 23rd June 2022
Content: Smut - Jackson x Reader
WC: 1.7K
TW?: Exhibitionism/ Profanitities/ Subtle Grinding/ Brat!Y/N/ Dom!Jackson/ Public Sex/ Throat grabbing/ Penetration/ Swallowing/ Hickeys
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The sun shines brightly over the town, as a heatwave tries to take the population out, but it was just a perfect opportunity for people to get out, go to the beach, chill in the park, and spend every moment of the day out and about to take advantage of the great weather.
It took a lot of convincing, but you managed to get all seven boys to agree on going out to the park for the day, with a transportable BBQ, some nice food to cook on it and some sweet treats. You weren’t surprised you managed to convince them, god you had them all wrapped around your little finger, especially Jackson. Once you say something, that’s law in his eyes and would convince his members to follow suit for you, and you couldn’t help but take advantage of this when you desperately needed them to agree with you, but you felt guilty, knowing Jackson would do anything and everything for you.
There was something about Jackson that made you feel something for him, and you weren’t sure what you felt, or why you felt the way you did about him but when trying not to choose a favourite person out of the seven of them, it always leant towards Jackson. You were best friends with them all but him, just him, it was completely different.
“Noona, why have you got to make us go out on the hottest day everrrrrrrr?” Bam whined, Yugyeom agreeing with his little nod, wailing his arms, “Because it’s going to be nice to actually get out and spend time with all of us on your days off, now go set up the picnic blanket and the stuff for us to sit down and enjoy it,” you grinned, twirling around, your skirt lifting and moving with the breeze, enjoying the sun. “Don’t forget to put sunscreen on guys,” Jaebum calls from behind with Jinyoung, slowly catching up to the rest of you ahead, finding the perfect spot under a massive tree, enough shade to keep you cool, but an opportunity to sit in the sun just millimetres away from them. “Yes sir!” Jackson calls out in response, standing there like a soldier, hand up to his head at his leader.
The youngest’s bitching turned into laughter and enjoyment once you all get settled down, talking and anything and everything that could be thought of, playing music to chill to and digging into some delicious food, and you find yourself situated between Jackson and Jaebum, who start bickering around you over the last piece of food on the BBQ. You roll your eyes, pretending to be irritated by their petty argument, trying to get up onto your feet but stumbling, falling back into Jackson’s lap, giving up and just staying there. “Do you mind?” he exclaims, trying to eat his food as you jokingly wiggle your butt into his lap as a way to show that you do mind, and you weren’t going to budge but that was a huge mistake to make.
Jackson freezes underneath you, looking at you wide-eyed when you turn to see what his issue was, biting his lip in frustration. “You okay?” you whisper to him, receiving a little nod from him, shoving the last bit of food into his mouth as you re-adjust yourself on his lap, finally feeling something hard poking into your butt. Perfect, you’ve unintentionally made him hard, but for some reason, you were pleased with yourself, moving your hips slightly on him, trying to make it subtle so the other members don’t see as Jackson tries to hold back moans.
Trying not to lose his collective shit, he gently lifts you up off him and drops you to the side where you were originally sitting, covering the fact he had a bulge, getting up to his feet as he thinks of an excuse to get away for just 5 minutes to get five minutes to calm down. “I’m going to go to the shop around the corner, do you guys want anything?” he wiggles in his spot, as they all shake their heads but you wanna test how much you can push him, “I’ll come with, I don’t know what I want until I see it~” you sing as you rush to join him, doing a little dance and sweetly waving to the members who don’t suspect a thing at this point. Jackson can’t help but audibly growl under his breath when you link arms with him, walking up the path towards the exit of the park, “Why?”, you dramatically gasp at this, clutching your chest, “Because I want to go to the shop, Jackie~” you sing, taking hold of his hand, swinging it. It was evident he was slowly losing his patience with you.
“Aw, what’s wrong Jackie? Something hard?” you tease, biting your lip and making sure he catches you doing so, throwing his head back and coming to a stop, slowly turning around to face you. “Will you quit it?!” he bites, only to hear you giggle, taking a step closer to him, looking up at him innocently. “Quit what?”. You swear you saw his veins pop up violently as he takes a deep breath before backing up a little, but you kept getting loser, running your fingers up his torso, circling them on a peck, biting your lip again and your other hand brushing over his crotch, not caring if anyone sees, “I asked, quit what?” you whisper, challenging him.
His tongue presses hard against the inside of his cheek, scoffing at the audacity you hard, trying to fight back pinning you up against the next tree he sees but you made it hard for him to keep that under control, “Again, what’s wrong, Jackie? Someone a little fustrasted?” you cooed, making his eyes roll as he takes your hand, pulling you into the nearest bushed area that he saw that gave you enough privacy, then pins you up against a tree.
“What do you think you’re playing at?” Jackson growls, face extremely close to your own, angry with lust. A smirk curls up on your lips, driving him insane with how much you’re enjoying this, putting a hand around your throat gently, brushing his lip against yours to test the waters as you lick it lightly. This was it to make him break, lips crashing against yours, tongues twisting around each other and his hand moving down your body slowly, reaching around to grab your ass firmly. You lift your leg up to wrap around him, letting his body get the closest it could to yours, his boner through his joggers poking your crotch.
It didn’t take long for your heated makeout session to turn into him pulling his cock out of his joggers, pushing your underwear aside as he pushes it into your cunt without mercy, bucking his hips harshly, making you gasp for air, trying to hold back from crying in pleasure. Your hands make their way up into his hair, locking your fingers, pulling it lightly as your use your palms to push his face close to yours to make out with him again to muffle your moans. But his trusts make you weak in the knees, his cock filling you up to the brim, the friction causing you to become unable to control your moans and whines. His hand flies up to your mouth, covering it to shut you up, “Be quiet, slut,” he orders through grunts, holding you up so he could get in deeper. Your body starts to uncontrollably shake, as the pressure builds up in the pit of your stomach, holding onto him tight as you try to keep yourself steady, muffled whimpering through his hand.
Coming up to your high, you dig your nails into his shoulders, the mouth being uncovered to whimper to him how close you were, biting his bottom lip then leaving hickeys down his neck as you ride through your high, using his neck to muffle any moans and screams that the whole park could’ve heard. Staying in you whilst you ride through your high, Jackson grunts as he realises he’s not far from cumming himself. Slowly pulling out, he lets you down, pointing to the floor for you to get on your knees, holding your chin with his cock in his other hand. “Open wide, and swallow baby girl,” he growls, raising an eyebrow as you follow what he’s ordered for you to do, trying to catch your breath from being fucked out.
He smirks at the sight of you on your knees in front of him, subconsciously putting your hands behind your back, looking up at him with wide eyes, tongue out as he pumps himself, twitching and lowly moaning he cums. Watch it drip down the back of your tongue. You lick the tip as he finishes and swallows, looking all innocent when he reacts with wide eyes, surprised at how you are with this, how dirty you could be.
With confidence, you stand right under him, smiling as you go in for another kiss, but brush your lips before pulling away and walking off, “Don’t you dare do that!” he whines, catching up to you, putting an arm around your shoulders, completely forgetting about the shop trip as you make your way back to the gang.
“Where have you guys be-,” Jinyoung asks, coming speechless when he notices the dark bruises on Jackson’s neck, shaking his head, trying to avoid what he’s just seen, “I’m guessing you couldn’t find what you wanted in the shop?” he asks instead, the both of you replying with little shakes of the head, trying to act unsuspicious but it was clear to all the boys what’s just happened, and Jackson was in for a treat when he goes back to the house with the boys, with all the jokes and teasing to come, especially of the younger ones.
The both of you look at each other after taking a seat, whispering into his ear, “So, what does this mean for us?” you smile, as he couldn’t help but return the same expression, blushing on the cheeks before shrugging, “Maybe just friends who fill each other’s needs, for now, or you could be my girlfriend?” he whispers back, you put up two fingers to indicate the 2nd option as he giggles to himself, all excited.
