— Dragging you to a surprise you couldn’t have even wished for, Jackson’s warm embrace enlightens you into your new future spent with only him.
pairing: jackson x gender-neutral! reader
genre: established relationship! au, romance, fluff
word count: 1k
[warnings]: mentions of sucky roommates and a horrid living space, and ah yes — a proposal.
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With your back pressed into his front, Jackson guided you down a long hallway. Small sentences like ‘We’re almost there.’ and ‘Why are you shaking? I'm right here.’ passed through his lips with small laughs. You had begged him to take the blindfold off the entire drive to the destination, questioned why things were so silent while you made your way into the building, but the scent of candles burning is what bid the first question of true concern.
“Jackson, what are you up to?”
Your voice was cold, losing your patience as you felt your boyfriend laugh from behind you. Chest thick with the vibration of his laughter, you couldn’t help but take in the warmth that was his arms wrapping around your frame. Your arms bent upwards to find his, the tight hold he had around your forearms and chest almost suffocating as he finally pulled a laugh from you.
“Can you guess?” he asked, feeling him rock on his heels behind you.
“I could, but I don’t feel like it.” your head shook. The feeling of his head against yours unclenching his grinning jaw confused you, the man letting out a loud before he released you. “Jackson, what’s up?” you asked with a huff. The man was reeling in your anticipation as he peered over the room one last time to assure that everything was in place. “You know I don’t like surprises.”
“You’re going to like this one.” He melted your heart, his cold fingertips lingering against the skin of your temple as he lifted the blindfold from your face.
Your heart sunk at the sight around you, a thick blanket on the floor with takeout containers scattered about. Jackson’s form clamored over the line of candles to stand in the middle of the space, his arms extending as an obnoxious ‘tah-da’ made him smile widely.
“Oh my God, you broke into someone’s home and made us dinner.”
Jackson’s palms were on his knees, bent over with the most hysterical laughter you had ever heard come from the man. The room was pitch dark all around, no electricity plugged in to light the room. Only the dim flames of the candles and the large windows illuminating the moonlight were there to help you see that you were standing within an unfurnished home.
“Kind of hard to break into your own house when you’ve got the key.” Jackson spoke, pulling the keyring from his pocket as the two metal keys clinked together.
One for him, and one for you. His time spent during extra hours at work had finally added up in both pain and money, the nights you tossed and turned waiting for him to come home had finally ended. Now the space you wanted for so long was finally yours.
Your eyes went wide as you peered around the room, taking in every corner and every fixture. Yours and his, Jackson’s bright smile couldn’t hide his excitement as he bounced on his toes. Gingerly making it around the food again, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you into the air.
“No more neighbors?”
“We have a few, but they’re at least an acre away.”
“No more noisy cars?”
“We sit at least a mile off the road from the long driveway alone.”
“Together? Just us?”
“No roommates to steal our food or walk in while we’re making out.”
Jackson had answered your wishes so quickly, the months of being tortured by your previous living space nearly driving you mad. He was fed up with you being tired all the time, having to do all of the chores and keep the place clean — so he decided to whisk you away to your own humble-abode where the sun heats the floors and flowers are already blooming in the backyard.
“Jackson, you didn’t have to do all of this.” you hissed, tapping at his chest with your palm as the man could do no more than laugh.
“Oh, yes I did.” he nodded, looking over your face with glistening eyes. “Look at you now.” he spoke, the words mumbled like he didn’t mean to say them aloud. “You’re smiling. Glowing, happy and here. This is all ours.”
You blinked back tears, reaching up around his neck to engulf him in a hug. Cologne so faint now, the fresh scent of his laundry detergent was fading from his clothes too. Mind meddled with Jackson’s arms entrapping you in the tightest hug you had ever gotten, your eyes finally shut closed and your body pressed into him like your frame was meant to fit into his.
Something Jackson was always brilliant at, pulling you into his chest and making you feel as though you were floating. You didn’t feel like you were in the same world as everyone else when his muscled arms hugged you, merely in another realm with Jackson alone — where you’re meant to be. Jackson’s embrace released you gently, his eyes matching your gaze as you saw his legs falter.
Nothing had ever felt like a movie more than the scene you were experiencing. Jackson’s legs bent, one leg hitting the ground to rest on his knee while the other stood proud. He didn’t even have to reach around to his back pocket to pull out the case of the ring he spent forever choosing, your body falling to the ground to wrap your arms around his neck again.
“Not going to let me propose, are you? We’re never normal.” he laughed, graciousness in his tone.
“Marry me.” you spoke quickly, feeling his chest pant hard breaths. He was caught off guard, his knee bent forward curling to be beside the other, crawling on his knees to pull your form flush against his own.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” he whispered. Lips closing in on your own, it was like the world was waiting for this moment. Sparks between your lips, spots behind your eyelids — you felt the magic of the man’s heart connecting with your own.
“Something else.” he grinned, pulling back from your pursed lips as you awaited another kiss. “There’s a pool out back, the moon's full, and the water is already heated.” He didn’t have to say it twice.
— Meeting an inducing man at the club, Mark puts an offer on the table you can’t refuse - an experience you can only benefit from.
pairing: fuckboy! mark tuan x gender-neutral! reader
genre: smut
word count: 1.1k
[warnings]: temptation/seduction, biting, cursing, oral (reader receiving), praising, edging, dom/sub tones, dirty talking
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His tongue trailed across your skin, a hiss from the man you had only met two hours prior making you shiver with anticipation. “Open yourself up. There’s so much you haven’t done yet, wouldn’t you want to try it?”
Mark had sweet talked you into understanding that sex is meant to be an experience and not just a physical activity, the man’s outrageously encouraging voice leading you home to his apartment with glistening eyes and a smirk on his lips.
Zero intoxication although you met at a club had completely befuddled you, the man’s entire entrancement on you and yourself alone. He wasn’t some creep, he kept a distance from you the entire time — but his eyes told you stories you wanted to feel, make real, indulge in. The tone in his voice drove you wild, the slightest touch to his leg as you tempted his imagery full force. “If you’re so curious about my sex life, why don’t you let me show you what I know?”
“Why don’t we spin this around?” His eyes were almost cold in the way they looked over your form, mentions of the vanilla sex you had become accustomed to almost boring him to sleep. “Allow me-” A vague click of his tongue had you reeling for his touch, the man’s distant hands merely clenching in the imagination that they were already feeling your skin. “-to enlighten you on what I know, instead.”
A proposition you would have never agreed to had you met him on any other occasion, you found yourself chained by cuffs to his bedpost, a tie tied around your head to cover your eyes, and Mark’s mouth between your thighs before you could even question what exactly you had gotten yourself into.
“Do you naturally tie up those who impulse you?” The question begged for him to be more open with what he was doing outside of your blindfold, a light lick at your center causing you to gasp.
His laughter was almost dark, the man had you where he wanted you. “No, actually-” Voice like a frat boy, you could tell he was only in on all of this for the fun. His lingering tongue poked at you in the middle of his sentence for emphasis on how much control he had over you in the moment, your moan buried by a bite at your lip. “-I usually just ask for them to come upstairs and they eventually do. Then we get down to business; I cum, they cum, and we separate into our own, different worlds once more in the hopes that we never cross paths again.
Your chuckle was swallowed by the moan as his tongue took over you, the wet muscle running patterns against you that had your eyes clenching shut and voice cracking when you attempted to speak. “S-So what makes me so different?”
“You asked for this.” His tongue fell deep against you, his name rolling off of your tongue like a sin. The metal around your wrists were enough to contain the fighting limbs, but your thighs around his head nearly choked him as the man inhaled a deep breath and continued to work at your body. “And I think you’re enjoying it more than you want to admit.”
“I’ve told you this a-already~” your voice sang, his mouth doing things to you that even those you dated didn’t think of acting out. “I’m new at this.”
“And you’re doing so well.” His tongue swiveled at the end of his sentence, the sparkles in your eyes from the first moment at the club continuing to cling to your sight as your eyes were shut again under the blindfold. He was lifting you higher and higher, your orgasm intact — but just as your senses told you, Mark wasn’t so simple to please. The man pulled from you, your legs kicking at his side. Hands clenching at your knees, he pressed them down into the soft mattress. Wearing the widest grin ever to be on someone’s face, the smile was completely overtaking his mouth. Soaring from your cries of his name and battered growls from your throat — it was another layer he got to help you experience, edging never on your menu until now.
“Oh, come on!” You cried out, eyes peeling open when his fingers lifted the blindfold. Finally allowed to see his cheeky grin, he sat up from the middle of your legs with his hair a wreck from running his own fingers through the locks.
“You didn't do that yet.”
A tease, the man was dragging out the process on purpose. His eyes captured your gaze as he lifted his upper body to align with your own. Hand separating your sweating back from his mattress, he curved your spine forward, torso pressed against his as you panted to catch your breath. His other hand brushed against your temple to glide the tie off your skull, the tight fabric making your head throb, your skin coated with sweat as your body pried for an orgasm to hit.
“See-” he began, another one of his bachelor speeches. “-the reason you’ve never been pleased like this, how I can please you-”
“Is because you didn’t let me finish, you bastard.”
His eyes were stern, thumb pressing into the bottom of your jawline to bring your chin up. Your teeth clenched down onto your tongue, a pleased look finally filling his gaze. “Don’t speak when I’m talking.” he gritted lightly.
His form was heavy over your own, his cock throbbing against your waist as you hissed at his power and became content with whatever he was sharing. His words were only meant to be a lesson, your mind intaking everything he spoke — but that didn’t mean you had to wear a focused face to gain anything from him. This he knew, pressing his thigh against you to replace where his mouth left off, the teetering of his limb bringing shocks through your body as you fought the restraints to hold onto him.
“The reason you’ve never been pleasured like I can pleasure you is because those that think sex is only meant to be intimate have the wrong idea. Intimacy means trust, and trust is usually paired with a situation that’s potentially threatening, correct?” You nodded in time to watch Mark’s bottom lip sink between his teeth. So focused, so drowned by your body underneath him; he had prepared you without you acknowledging his game plan. “You have to do foreplay first, so why skip the trust exercise?” You could see the cogs turning in his brain, Mark’s eyes flashing with arousal as his mouth watered. “What’s your pain level, baby?”
— On your one year anniversary, you commemorate how you met your boyfriend, Jaebeom, while enjoying his delicate kisses and dirty plans.
pairing: werewolf! jaebeom x gender-neutral! reader
genre: werewolf! au, first time! au, fluff, romance, smut
word count: 1k
[warnings]: being carried home by a stranger, showing affection to a stranger, technically a break in (good going wolfy jb), sharing a bath, established relationship, dirty talk, suggested later intercourse
I needed something romantic to beat out all of the horror I've been writing, so enjoy!
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Feeble kisses pressed into your face, the man hovering between your thighs was nothing of the gentleman you met before. Ferocious growls as his fingers delved into the sides of your legs, grasping at the muscles and pulling you forward to meet his body — he was captivated.
Jaebeom had stumbled upon you one night, weak knees clattering against the pavement as your intoxicated body attempted to get you home. A college party too far from your apartment, you collapsed against a building in a fit of hiccups and cries. Sudden warmth from heated skin hoisted you into the air, the bridal-style carrying tactic painful to your neck. The alcohol still coursing through your veins mulled any sense of ache, your squinted eyes intrigued by the stars above and nothing else, not even the man carrying you.
His cologne was too faint for you to smell, the musk overlapping the scent as you breathed him in. A pull at your body to crunch your torso and knees closer together for a better hold, your face had fallen into the crook of his neck. Stringy hair brushing against your forehead with every wobble of your body in his hold, his pace was quick as he meandered up the staircase of your apartment.
You never questioned how he knew where you lived, only engrained with the sense of comfort he gave you. Gently holding onto you as he broke off the lock of your door, he pressed into the dark apartment with full sight of where he was headed. Letting you down as your soft sofa assuaged your muscles, you released a sigh. Eyes illuminating under the moonlight, your slight glance at his face was enough to have you whining for the loss of his touch when he stood. His head shook, lifting a blanket over your body and departing with a rough tug at your door to assure it was shut tight until morning.
Flowers showed up at your door later that next day, a small bag tied off with a ribbon containing a bottle of aspirin for your hangover. Jaebeom was always one step ahead when it came to carrying for you. The man never gave you the chance to think of what you needed, he always had it waiting for you.
Much like the most needed bath you were sharing with the man you now called your boyfriend. His eyes peaked with lust, the warm water and rose petals splashing with his movements. His jaw clenched, sat on his knees in the large bath as he lunged your legs to straddle around his waist. Bare bodies rutting against one another, you could see that he was containing himself. You knew what he was capable of - but the man cherished you so much, he could keep his needs at bay. Body folding over yours to press his chest into yours, the thumps of his heart echoed in your ears and matched the pattern of your own. The silent bathroom hardly lit by the candles scattered around gave sight to his clenching jawline, lips perking to place gentle kisses to your cheeks.
“This is some anniversary present, Jaebeom.” Your eyes went slender, his top lip lifting into a toothless smile under your gaze. “How far did you go to get it done?”
“How far do you want to go?” The question was quick to slip off his tongue, your lips forming a crescent grin. An anniversary meant to engross you with love, but his clenching thighs told you he had other tasks on his mind then just making you feel appreciated. “No, really.” he whispered so discreetly against the shell of your ear, the scent of your freshly washed hair in his nose making his hips buck into the water with a grumbling groan.
He was truthful, the man venturing to please you every night of the week. He had never broken the seal that was full intercourse, always lending you the patience until you initiated that you were ready. On a night so beautiful - moon hardly ablaze in the sky through the small window of the bathroom - you knew it was right.
“The way I can bring you to cum on my fingers,” he began, rough hands running along your skin under the warm water. Gradually arousing you, there wasn’t much effort necessary, his voice and eyes alone enough to have you moaning. “-or maybe my tongue.” His wet muscle departed from his mouth to rush over the lobe of your ear, sucking in a sharp breath. Chest puffed with oxygen, your eyes coated with the same lust as his watching him fall into your peripheral vision to whisper dirty things into your ear. “I could let you ride my thigh, watch as the water splashes out of the tub as you rut against me — moaning my name.”
Your eyes were clenched so tightly, pushing your chest against his harder as your breathing sputtered. He was working you well, not even touching you — but you needed him more every second. His touch was always delicate until the last minute when he would allow the strength of his body to push you over the edge. The shiver up your spine gave him the notion that your minds were in the same place, head tilting back to let his teeth graze your neck with light sucks and kisses.
“What will it be, baby? Tell me, and I'll do anything for you.” His skin glistened in the candle light, eyes glowing their supernatural color as he panted and sat back on his legs. Awaiting your command, he was so feverish, obedient — but you knew he could take you so deeply that even your wet dreams would have you cumming from the thought of him inside of you once the first time occurred. “Tell me, my love.”
“I want you.” you mewled into his neck, tracing his shoulder blades with his fingers. A subtle touch in a place that had him grinding against your body in sinful ways. “All of you.”
request: Can I request a smutty/spicy Yugyeom drabble with the prompt "I have wanted you for so long." + female reader?
genre: fwb! au, smut
pairing: yugyeom x fem! reader
word count: 1.2k
[warnings]: mature content, detailed sexual content, marking, possessiveness, quickie in a car, no protection (pulling out doesn't benefit anything btw), salirophilia (attraction to salt-flavored things, such as sweat), dirty talking, cursing, edging
summary: Dealing with a friends with benefits situation, you learn how jealous of others Yugyeom is during a session in his car.
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The parking lot sat empty, Yugyeom's hand tapping against the steering wheel as the passenger door pulled open. Sliding in, the car's leather was warm from the direct sunlight, your body heat gaining more than it already was from the hot summer day.
The second your door shut, his lips were attached to your neck. Laughing at his eagerness, you pushed at his shoulder. Making eye contact with him, he pouted, head tilted in confusion.
"If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right," you said, lifting yourself in the seat and swinging your leg over his lap. "Isn't this better?"
A smirk on his lips, his teeth connected with your neck again. Biting and sucking on the skin until purple marks developed, your gasps made him impatient. Your hand met his neck, running up it as your fingers gingerly caressed his jawline. Finding his hair, you tugged on the long, dark locks. He moaned against your skin, the vibrations making your hips rock against him.
Yugyeom was your long time friend, the tension between the two of you growing every time you were within a mile of each other. After countless mixed-signals, emotions array from only sexual feelings developing, the two of you finally settled on one solution: friends with benefits. It had a ring to it, and from time to time you would find yourself slipping into his apartment or car for a little fun.
His hands grew keen, sliding beneath your shirt to find your breast held within your bra. Annoyed at the garment, his hand moved to your back, undoing the clasp skillfully. Returning to your chest, his lips sucked harder as his index finger and thumb rolled your sensitive nipple between the digits. Moaning against him, his mouth left your neck to find your lips.
The heat of the summer was a lot, slightly cracked windows doing zero justice as the sweat collected on both of your bodies. Lifting your shirt from your body, his eyes fell suit to the grips cascading down to your collarbone, suddenly distracted from your lips. Laying his tongue down flat, he collected the drops, moaning at the taste. Head falling back when his tongue went back into his mouth, you took the chance to nibble at his neck. The small trail of hickeys from the edge of his jawline down was nothing compared to the bruises ripening on your own body.
Lust blown pupils, his entire hand palmed your breast, fingers massaging them roughly. Tongue lapping against your collarbone again, your moan mirrored his. Bulge growing below you, your fingers caught the button of his jeans, opening them and pulling down the zipper. Freeing his hard cock, he whined at the air hitting it, his mouth sucking more hickeys into your skin to quiet himself. Your hand ran down his front, his black shirt stuck to his body from the amount he was sweating. Fixed on the way his muscles tightened when your hand passed them, your fingers grabbed the bottom of the shirt, pulling it over his head. Skin now exposed to you, the marks he gave you were soon being traded to himself, the taste of his skin sweet compared to how he said your own tasted.
He groaned when you bit into his chest, bucking up against you. The thin fabric of your underwear beneath your skirt giving him easy access to your core, you were already soaking onto his jeans. Feeling the heat between your bodies, your hand found his member, circling his tip with your thumb. Wrapping your small hand around his length, you kept your grip steady, his sounds increasing from the notoriously slow pace. You always played with him slow at first, and even though he knew that was the process, he still bit into your shoulder in annoyance.
"Come on!" he whined lowly, your hand running back up his length, thumb moving across his tip again.
"Behave," you demanded, watching his eyes squint.
"Two can play this game." he grunted, moving his palm flat against your core.
Rutting against his hand once, he pulled it away. Pushing his single, index finger against your clothes bundle of nerves, you growled at him in anger. Granting you a smirk, the pressure to your core increased when your hand moved up and down him faster. Keeping at the same pace, you rode against his entire palm, the friction making moans and calls of his name resonate in his car. Jerking him at an accumulating pace, he ripped your hand from him.
Pulling you closer, his hands guided your arms around his neck. Finger taking your underwear in its grip, he pulled the fabric to the side, aligning himself with your entrance.
"I have wanted you for so long," he whispered into your ear. "I'd always find other guys around you. Do you see the way they look at you?"
You couldn't answer properly, a whimper passing your lips when the tip of his cock pushed against your entrance. Eyes shutting, his lips pressed soft kisses to the bites he left as he spoke.
"All of them wish to be in my position. But they aren't, are they?" his own grunt sounded, pushing into you gently. Your grip on his neck tightened, his cock bottoming out in you. "They'll never have you like this. Sweating on their lap. Filled with their cock. Moaning their name."
The words jumbled in your ears while listening to him speak on behalf of others. You could hear him gritting his teeth in anger. His hair dripped sweat against your upper body, your own sweat layering his body. With kitten licks against your lips, he stopped talking for a second. Basking in the way your mouth fell open, his pace was so slow but rough, pulling all the way out of you to thrust back into you with full force.
Clavicle bumping against yours, your hands moved to his shoulder blades for a better hold, knowing things were about to speed up. Hips snapping quicker, your eyes opened to see a sight for sore eyes.
Yugyeom's head was back against the headrest, tongue hanging out as he panted. Cheeks flushed from fucking and the heat. Hickeys left on most of his upper body. Arms lean as he lifted and pulled your body to meet his. He was fucked out, and he didn't even cum yet.
You put your hands on his, sliding them down to your ass, a moan from him in response. Using the seat on either side of his body, your knees lifted and dropped you, the change of pace making his eyes roll back. Filled so deeply with Yugyeom's length, he let out a combination of groans and pants, cock twitching within you.
"Don't, not yet," you told him.
He gave a slight nod as he held off his release, focused on your body. Moaning as his fingers reconnected with your clit, you moved back against the steering wheel, the hot leather burning you for a second. The blend of sensations overtaking your body, his hips stuttered as you clenched around him. With a loud whine, he pulled from you, his liquids splashing against your thighs. Trying to catch your breath, he leaned over you, pressing buttons to turn on the AC and roll up the windows.
With the sudden rush of cold air, chills rose on your skin. Connecting your hands to relatch your bra, Yugyeom laughed. Your head shot up, staring at him as his grin grew, laughter erupting into a hysterical one.
request: Can i req a smutty fic with fem reader and got7′s jb as her childhood friend and also both of them are each other’s first love? He was about to get engaged (to someone else) but then they got reunited somewhere, and they begin to fall in love again. Thank you 💖💕
pairing: first love! jaebeom x fem! reader
genre: light angst, smut, romance, soulmate! au
[warnings]: mature content, detailed sexual content, fingering, unprotected sex (?as usual? don't do it), praising, creampie, dom! jaebeom / sub! reader, slight cock warming
word count: 2.2k
summary: An anonymous letter is slipped into your mail, the sender reminiscing in love and affection. After a time of waiting for the next, no more show. That is until he winds up on your doorstep set to truly remind you of your days together.
A/N: this sounds like an 1800s romance novel.
+ this is also based off the idea that soulmate-centered memories fade and regain as you re-encounter your soulmate
Do you remember that time? You were so frail, so worried about things. So warm. I was so full of spite on the inside, our ideals matched so well. I could never express how much you meant to me, I was never good with words. You were my compass. I envied you. Those nights when we sat awake on your bed, lips together so gently. I can never replace those times. Even now, I am reminded of your gentle touch. Find me again, release me from you.
The words took you by surprise, the letter without a name. The handwriting felt mundane yet similar to one you once read over before. It was on the tip of your tongue. One who knew you then, you couldn't quite figure it out now.
Your days sat simple, a routine you could do whilst asleep. It was plain, but you enjoyed it. Caught inside the concept of the letter, it wouldn't leave your mind. Someone you know, it must be. An old friend? An admirer you got closer to than you remember? Nothing seemed to fit.
Mentions of kisses deemed you disoriented. Kisses were common to you, a natural reflex when reconnecting with someone. It was unlikely that it meant much.
The thing that really struck you curious though was that the letter never came with a return address. You were unable to write back.
Could it be, you are still yourself? Eyes still bright with excitement, a bounce in your step. The universe carried you with such glee. So whimsical in my arms, you seemed to float. Even your young smile made my heart flutter.
Their words kept a sense of knowledge about you in them. They seemed to know you so well, and yet you were clueless about their identity.
Do you think of me? From time to time, your image is inside of my head like a blinding pair of headlights. You still take my breath away, just by a single thought. Are you here? Am I in your memory?
Rendering yourself in your mind, you lacked things, people, places from years past. You underestimated this person, their writing sending you on a trail inside your own brain. Still, you sat empty-handed, nothing but pieces of paper to reference.
Understand that I am still the same. Your scent, your gaze, your touch. They make me feel at home. I miss your hugs. Your kisses. The way you would rock on your toes when your arms embraced around my neck.
Every line, every period between sentences. They had them sounding as if they worshipped the ground you walked on. No one reminded you of them.
That night you finally told me. Voice so battered, you whispered for me to give you what you wished to have. I had you, so gentle, so loving. Our first time, magical and unable to depict with words.
Shivers ran up your spine, the words making your heart race and mind chatter. First time? The memory of your first time was so faint. Things encased in your mind overlapped the experience. You couldn't commemorate it.
The way you held my hand, breathing so meager as I was inside of you. You couldn't hold your eyes open, couldn't look at me. You were so lost in pleasure, you couldn't even speak. I asked if you were okay, all you could do was kiss me.
Your eyes shifted from the pages. How does someone have this recollection, and you do not? How is it that you cannot find this memory? Did you lose it? Is it locked away? Clearly, this person has a curious backstory.
Did you like it? You couldn't let me go, but your words were just as insufficient as mine. Your body and mine connected, we were in another dimension for those long minutes. I hated my exit, so brisk, so unloving for what you deserved. That was the final time we saw each other. I hoped making love to you would be our goodbye, fill the void my words couldn't. Share my emotions with you, let you break me.
The evidence was transparent. Could it be that this person truly had been an important individual in your life? But how could you forget all of this?
And still, I think of you to this day. Years since we parted, you cloud me like a storm. Such a long time we spent together, our entire childhood until our bodies grew full. Life pulls us in separate directions, we had to leave each other too early.
The letter ended, and your heart was empty. The one you knew for years turned into ink on paper. Such peculiar memories, distinct dialect. Nothing could form in your mind. Not a face, not a voice, not even a name.
Days passed. Weeks ended. A month swept past you. Your mind never faltered from the letter. The pages were always perfectly folded, something small but heavy placed on top of them to keep them together. You'd read them before bed, when you would awake, even attempt to envision them during a bath. Nothing came through, and you were beginning to unlatch.
Does the universe play tricks on the ones that inhabit it? You could suppose so. The small ringing of your doorbell, the light patters of your feet against the wood floor, the porch light flipping on, the raindrops racing down the windows, him. Jaebeom stood before you, body soaked from head to toe. Arms crossed, a smile came into his face, lips nearly blue.
"Do you recall me?" he asked, his words muffled by the rain outside falling harder against the solid objects around.
"Pardon?" you asked, offering him your hand to pull him inside.
"Do you remember me?" he asked.
"How could I not?" you questioned, eyes scanning over his disheveled body.
"You didn't know," he stated. "My letters."
First love. His hands in yours. His lips overpowering your own. Body against your smaller frame. Hands roaming. Laughter. Friendship. Leaving.
You finally connected the dots. Jaebeom, your childhood friend that you had fallen so deeply in love with. He was distant, unable to keep your heart as his appearances were always so short. Everything felt okay, he had become your muse. Days of confusion lifted from you, his jacket slipping from his arms has he shut your door to.
"Am I in your memory again?" he wondered, arms pulling you into him.
His cold body made you shiver, tense and appalled. Hair dripping onto you, skin iced over. He blinked rapidly, staring into yours as his face fell down to meet yours.
Those same lips, once a memory, were against your own again. Silk, firm, deep, his kiss took away pain. Relapsed emotions, his touch moving around your body as he embraced you for the first time in so long.
"Is this it again?" he asked, not awaiting an answer as his lips took yours. "Finally." he sighed against you.
Wet, large body against yours, it was only right to peel away his clothing. Shoes kicked in different directions, tight jeans releasing his legs, shirt tossed from his torso. He was glowing against you, unable to give you a second to breathe as his tongue moved against yours.
You couldn't contain your moans as his tongue brushed so roughly against yours. Pants shared as he tugged at your outfit, the large top swiftly pulled away, leaving you in your underwear as the breeze of your home left bumps on your skin.
"So fond of you," he said between kisses, releasing your mouth and moving down your neck. "You're right here."
His hands pressed against your skin as if he could leave you his fingerprints. Breathing so rigid, he couldn't keep himself at bay as he lifted you in his arms. Walking through your home, he discovered your room, letting you down onto your bed as his lips moved to your collarbone. Biting against it, little purple marks remained as he sucked on the skin. So absorbed, your sounds and his together were a harmony.
He released your breasts from the bra you had clipped together, immediately taking them into his hands as his fingers massaged them. Nipples hard from the air, his tongue licked small stripes on them, latching to one as he sucked. Your hips lifted, core unsettled from the attention given only to your upper-half.
"Patience, my love." he held up his head to speak, going back to your body.
His fingers clung to your underwear as he sucked your nipples, fabric thin between his rough grip. He tugged, the string sewn into the hem tearing the article from your leg, doing the same with the other side as he pulled it from you and threw it. The sounds of the rips made your core tighten around nothing, soaking yourself as the air met it without much warning.
His hand skimmed down your abdomen, hand cupping against your core as he felt the wetness between his fingers. A sigh of pleasure escaped between his lips, the same that moved back to your neck as his index finger moved against your clit with limited contact. Abrading the small bud, his finger pushed into it firmly, a gasp coming from you.
"Speak." he declared.
"Jaebeom." his name slipped from your tongue so easily, his finger moving your clit in circles as he left more bites on your neck and chest.
"Is this what you want?" he questioned, eyes fixed on your shaking body as he lifted himself from you, keeping a stance at your pelvis as he waited for your response.
"T-This is what we need." you stuttered, witnessing his lips curl, tongue moving across his bottom lip.
"Good girl," he spoke, bending down as his finger moved to run circles around your center.
Slowly pushing inside of you, you clenched around his finger in agony. The familiar digit knew the inside of you well, curling towards your spot instantly as his other hand held your hips down. You thrashing under his grasp, eyes closing as you whimpered. The pad of his thumb took his fingers previous spot on your clit, pressing roughly like it was a button. Your hips rocked into his hand, his motions halting as he saw you getting off against his touch.
"When did I tell you that you could do that?" he asked, pressing your clit harder, the bundle of nerves making you jolt.
"You didn't," you claimed to him, watching his eyes grow dark.
"I didn't, did I?" he asked once again, your shaking head answering him a second time. "So don't," he said, thrusting another finger into your core. "Do it again." his two fingers rushed in and out of you.
"Ah!" you yelled, the pain overlapped by pleasure as he claimed you beneath him, under his control. "I'm sorry."
His fingers returned to a slow, teasing pace. The two digits covered in your juices, he pulled them from you, sliding down his underwear as the two fingers wrapped around his length. A hiss came from him, your juices soaking his cock as he thrust into his hand a few times. The scent of you filling his nostrils made his eyes even darker, jaw clenching as he watched you watching him.
"Is this for you?" he asked, continuing to thrust into his own hand.
"May I have it?" you asked, elbows propped under you as you listen to his words turn into grunts.
"You can," he said, lining himself up with you as his head pushed in.
You fell backward, the pressure of his cock going inside of you making tears brim your eyes, his free hand palming your breast. Permeated with pleasure as his pitch grew, your core taking him so well. Your moans echoed in the dark room, the only lighting from the window.
"For so long. I waited for this again," he said, gently pulling from you only to slide back in seconds later. "L-Look at me." he stuttered.
Hips moving in sync, you kept with his pace. His grip on your hips so deep, bruises forming in the same shape of his hands as his pace got heavier. His cock filled you, your core taking him in swiftly as he began to pound into you. You could keep up with him no longer, finding a place do hold on to his shoulders as you called out his name.
"Jaebeom!" you cried into the air, his grunts responding to you. "Take me, I am forever yours."
His upper body fell down on to yours, his face in your neck as your core clenched on his cock, hips stuttering as his release flushed into you. He sat inside if you, breathing the scent of your hair as you both panted.
"You know," he began. "We must part again."
"I thought so," you said, voice hushed in wonder. "But are we fulfilled?"
"We are," he said, sitting up on his arm as he pulled himself from your core. "Forever lovers in a world of other kinds of love."
And he did part, a kiss to your lips as he took his leave again. The original memory so subtle, now set ablaze. You could recall every second of both encounters with Jaebeom. Every kiss and touch, every laugh and smile. He was yours, and you were his, but you weren't destined to be together.
pairing: fratboy! yugyeom x fem! reader
genre: fwb! au, romance, smut, fluff, one-shot, college! au
warnings: blood, cursing, alcohol consumption, dry-humping, oral (receiving), & yug steals your blueberries
word count: 2.8k
summary: After befriending Yugyeom, he seems to never leave you alone, but a situation at his frat house forces him to be an official guest at your dorm.
A/N: anon, you requested fwb yug the second i drafted this,, same braincell
The wind was settled for the first night in over a week, house parties lining the streets outside of the college campus as you were on a small walk, clearing your mind before you had to write a large essay due the next morning. Your feet carried you down the sidewalk, the rows of campus-bought homes designated for the school's fraternities.
The parties blended down the street, the only specific way of knowing which one you were at was by looking at the signs above the front doors that gave the frats’ name. Music pumped so loud the ground vibrated, your entire body thumping as you walked by a few playing different genres.
"It was an accident, man!" you heard someone yell a house over from where you were walking, watching a tall guy walk past everyone down the driveway holding his face.
The hand over the bridge of his nose made him sway from his eyes half being covered as he walked, gently bumping into others as he escaped the party. Heading in your direction, you noticed the blood pouring down his face. Pulling your small bag from your back, you pulled out a travel pack of Kleenex, holding it up as he walked past. You watched him keep his eyes straight ahead, bumping into your shoulder as he walked directly past you and headed the way you came.
"Wait!" you called to him, his free hand balled in anger from whatever happened at the party.
Your mind was fuzzy trying to remember his name. He was so familiar, having seen his face at school events throughout the entire semester, you even had a class or two with him, if you were correct. He was the tall, blonde guy that always had his friends surrounding him, always had a smile on his face.
"Kim Yugyeom!" you shouted at him, making him stop and turn around to see you chasing him down.
"What?" he flared, keeping his index and thumb pinched on his nose, head tilted back.
"That won't help, you can put your head down," you said to him, finally catching up from his long strides. "Here, use this."
Handing him a Kleenex, he sighed. Immediately after putting it into the cut on the bridge of his nose, it was covered in blood, much like his hands.
"Do you think I need stitches?" he asked, trying to pull another from the pack in your hands as he looked at you.
"Uh, possibly. I can walk you to the school nurse's office, they stay open late on the weekends just in case," you said to him, a smile on his lips as he nodded.
"Thank you."
"Were you headed to a party?" he questioned, continuing to sway as he walked beside you.
"Here, hold on to my arm before you fall over," you said to him, wrapping your arm around his to keep him steadied.
"Thanks." he gleamed at you while holding his face, eyes glistening under the moonlight.
"Actually, I was just on a walk. I have a paper later, helps me focus if I walk around first." you laughed as he nodded again. "How did that happen?"
"Never trust a bunch of frat dudes with mirrors," he whined, shaking his head as the force of his body almost pulled both of you over.
You walked a few blocks towards campus, the school still busy from its afternoon and night classes. Streetlights lined the sidewalks as you kept Yugyeom upright, the smell of alcohol on his lips making you worried.
"You aren't supposed to drink on campus," you said, your own voice stunning due to the goody-two-shoes comment.
"Technically," he chuckled, swaying against you as his index finger pointed into the air. "I'm not on campus. I was at a frat house down the street with the seniors. That's allowed."
Shaking your head, you laughed at his broken remark, fully aware that you taking him on campus was becoming a bad idea, but you also weren't a medical student.
You face-palmed yourself.
"How about this," you began. "I'll take you back to my dorm, invite my nurse friend over to stitch up your nose, and then you can sober up enough for me to take you home." you looked at his face, which was much higher than yours even though his entire body was currently slumped onto you as you walked, the alcohol in his system more evident.
"Deal." he smiled, the cut on his nose starting to dry up from all of the blood.
That was how you befriended Kim Yugyeom.
The tall blonde would always find himself bouncing to your dorm on a late-night, slipping through your door to land on your bed as you attempted to sleep. Luckily, your roommate had a boyfriend, and would only come to the dorm during attendance. You would both be undisturbed as he flattened you against your twin mattress, nearly suffocating you until you finally woke up and pushed him off, usually making him land between you and the wall.
Drunk Yugyeom had decided to make your dorm his designated sobering-up place, somehow making it to you every time without being caught. He would sleep beside you for a few hours, wake up, steal your food, drink your water, throw up in your bathroom, and leave when the sun was starting to rise.
"Y/N!" a voice whined to you as you finally made it through your dorm's door, met with Yugyeom sprawled out on the loveseat with a mouthful of blueberries.
"How the hell did you get in?" you asked him, his eyes not leaving his phones’ screen as he continued to stuff more of the berries into his mouth.
"Your roommate stopped by."
"And where were you?" you questioned.
"Standing at your door waiting for you," he said, nearly choking.
"You're sober." you laughed at him, setting down your bag as you rummaged between your books and binders trying to find your homework.
Finding the binder you needed, you set it on the counter, scanning the room to see what Yugyeom had been up to for however long he had been in your dorm. Blinking, you noticed a large, black bag was sat next to your bed, Yugyeom not commenting on it due to his face still being stuffed.
"Hey, Yug," you asked him, his head tilting to peer at you as you stared at the bag. "What's with the bag? Run away from home or something?"
"Funny. I got kicked out," he said, shaking his head as he put the bowl of blueberries down on the table beside the loveseat.
"What do you mean you got kicked out? You're in a fraternity," you said, eyebrows together as his face seemed unbothered by the situation.
"Well, it's not really me being kicked out." he started. "The last party had too much junk left around and we got a bad bug problem, so the school requested we find somewhere else to stay for a few days."
"They can do that?"
"They did do that," he stated blankly, standing from the love-seat and walking over to you as you took a seat at the small breakfast table. "Calculus?"
"Yugyeom, where are you going to stay?" you asked, ignoring your homework as you stared between him and his bag.
"Here," he said, a pout in his face as he took the seat next to you.
"Yugyeom, we have attendance in our dorms every night at eight. If you get spotted by security you'll get kicked off campus," you recalled your school's strict rules for freshmen carefully, scared at the thought of Yugyeom being kicked out of school just from being in your dorm past curfew.
"Oh, please." he laughed and sighed. "You're already breaking one rule. Lying for your roommate?"
"I don't lie for her, she comes back for attendance and then leaves the second they move to the next building," you said, putting your forehead in your hand as you stared at him.
"Do they search the rooms during attendance?" he asked, a smirk on his face.
"They open the door, so if your dumbass is sitting on my sofa chowing down on my blueberries, then they will surely notice." your words made him nod quickly, standing back up from his seat and walking over to your bed.
He crouched down, moving his bag up towards your nightstand as he slinked under your twin bed, moving completely out of sight, except for his two, long legs poking out at the end.
"I can see your feet." you huffed, moving over to him as he chuckled under your bed.
Kicking at his shoes, he stuck his head out from the side. "There's so much dust under here, you're going to kill me from an allergic reaction."
"Yes, Yugyeom, because I'm supposed to keep the floor under my bed perfectly dusted in case you want to hide under there." you scoffed as he pulled his long body out from under your bed, sitting on his knees as he looked up at you with an innocent face.
"I can fit, at least for a few minutes. They'll never know I'm here." he chuckled, hugging your waist as he put his chin against your abdomen.
"But I'll know you're here."
"Then I guess we'll both have to be quiet about it." he laughed, biting the band of your jeans as you jumped, the contact strange from him.
"I don't like this idea," you stated while fluffing the dust out of his hair, sighing as another pout moved to his face.
Slowly lifting your shirt up, he pressed a kiss to your stomach, another strange contact you had never encountered with him. It wasn't unnatural for the two of you to be close, considering you spent every other night tangled in each other as you slept, but this was new. His hands moved to your hips, holding you to him as he let your shirt fall over his head. Trailing kisses up your stomach, his mouth stopped as he reached the trim of your bra, moving his head back out as he stood in front of you.
His eyes weren't in their normal glassy state, his breath smelling of only blueberries instead of mixes of alcohol like you were used to. He actually stood on his own two feet, staring into your eyes as he bent down to meet your height, gently putting your lips on his. The kiss was slow and light, pulling back within seconds as your eyelashes fluttered together.
"Thank you," he said, a smile on his face. "For always taking care of me."
You put your hands on either side of his face, pulling him into another kiss as you deepened it, a moan coming from him as his hands trailed up from your hips and under your shirt. The pads of his fingers rubbed against your skin delicately as if you were glass, his soft lips on yours as he pulled you into his embrace. Your hands slid down his face and neck, arms wrapping around him as you interlocked your fingers behind his head. His arms lifted you from the floor so he didn't have to continue being bent over to reach you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he held you up and turned around, pressing you against the wall between yours and your roommates night-stands.
His lips pulled from yours, staring into your eyes as he moved to kiss down your neck, a small moan leaving you as he took that as a sign to keep going, leaving a small bite above your collarbone. His kisses turning into sucks, the grip on your thighs falling as your hips became the same height as his own, pressed against you as he held you to the wall. Your arms wrapped tighter around his neck as he reconnected the kiss, hips shoved into yours as the friction made you moan into his mouth, a smirk on his lips as he swayed them into you on purpose.
"Kim Yugyeom, what the fuck are you doing to me?" you whined, his laugh making you smile into another kiss as he pursued humping against you, short whimpers coming from him as the bulge in his jeans grew.
"Apparently making you horny." you took his pause to speak to latch your lips onto his neck, the contact making his hips thrust against you harder as he groaned against the wall.
"That was a rhetorical question," you stated against his skin, biting a few small marks into him in return as his hips repeated the rough collision.
He pulled you from the wall as your lips kissed over the bruises and bites, planting you on your bed as he hovered over you. Sitting up from your body, he pulled his shirt over his arms, throwing it in some direction in the room as you pulled your own shirt over your head and off. He smiled at you, having seen you in your underwear once before, on "accident".
You learned to lock the bathroom door after that happened.
He stared over you, proud of the hickeys he left on your neck and shoulders as his hands ran up and down your body. Undoing your pants and sliding them down your legs slowly, savoring your pretty thighs, he let out a sound.
"Ahh." he sighed happily, seeing your eyebrow cock at him as his lips moved to your thighs, kissing up them as he moved near your core, making your legs buck from nervousness. "Are you alright with this?"
"Y-Yes." you stuttered, spacing out at the thought of your friend, that you've slept by countless times, taking your body. The nights you attempted to subside your perverted thoughts from him being so close making you blush under his touch.
"What is it?" he asked, a huge, playful grin on his face.
"This is so weird," you said, making him laugh as he kissed above your panties.
"Is it?" he asked, seeming distracted. "I've been waiting for this for so long."
"You have?"
"I've had a pretty girl laying next to me for months now, of course I thought about kissing and having sex with you," he stated, a light peck over your covered slit making you gasp. "I just didn't want to be one of those guys. Obviously, I wasn't going to do it drunk, either."
"You could have," you said, his lips turning from the grin back to a smirk. "At any time."
He slowly peeled your panties down your legs, a wet spot stuck to your core as he pulled them off with his index finger and thumb, tossing them off to the side.
"If I had known that," he said, studying how your hips ground against nothing from the cold air. "Then I would have done this sooner."
His tongue glided over your slit, another loud gasp coming from you as he moved the wet muscle over your clit, your head jerking back against the mattress as your fingers tangled into his hair, pulling gently as he moaned. He let you thrust against his face, his tongue keeping a steady pace against your clit as he explored lower, moving in and out of you a few times to make you call out his name.
"Your moans are so pretty," he said, teeth accidentally grazing your clit as he smiled against you.
Your grip on his hair got tighter, hips moving faster as his hands pushed them against your soft mattress, his moans and pants against you pressing you on further. Your entire body shook, vibrating as your orgasm hit, Yugyeom's tongue flat against you as he let you cum all over his face.
As you raised to your elbows to see him better, a whistle echoed through your hall. Eyes almost bulging from your face, you pushed him back, grabbing your panties from across the room and pulling them on.
"Fuck!" you yelled lightly, his entertained glance watching you whip around your room, hopping into your pants while looking for your shirt. "Attendance, get under the damn bed, Yugyeom!"
Yugyeom's smile faded into his own worried expression, falling to his knees and slipping under your bed, pulling his legs up so he would go unnoticed. You scanned your room, having it look semi-normal as you grabbed the shirt on your bed, pulling it over your torso and fixing your hair as you rushed out the door of your dorm. The line of tired college students sighed and groaned as the security guard walked up and down the hall, glancing into each room and marking a check by the student's name, doing the same for you as your roommate stood beside you, cackling behind her hand as she tried to keep herself contained.
"His shirt is on backwards," she said, the confused look shot from you making her snort.
"Whose?" you said, looking over your neighboring student's outfits. "I don't see any of the guy's shirts on backwards."
"No, dumbass," she said. "Yugyeom's shirt."
The panicked expression on your face thinking he came out of hiding too early made her laugh, causing attention to the two of you as the hall started returning to their rooms.
"The one you're wearing," she said, making you look down and realize you had grabbed Yugyeom's shirt as you rushed out. And it was on backward.
Can I request 43 fem reader with Jackson Wang? thanks!!💗
43. “What if i want to sit on your face?”
pairing: jackson x fem! reader
genre: smut
warnings: mature content, detailed sexual content, face-riding (receiving), cursing, mentions of other sexual acts, jackson can't find his socks
words: 925
summary: Noticing something is bothering Jackson, you ask for him to open up only to find out he's convinced your sex life is too vanilla. Naming off ideas, one peeks his interest, and he's eager to try it out.
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"What has you so up-tight?" you questioned, watching Jackson run his towel over this wet hair, his toothbrush in his mouth.
"Nothing's the matter," he stated, keeping eye contact with the running water. "I'm just tired."
Tired was the excuse he naturally gave you when he didn't want you to worry about him. It was a reflex for him to hide his emotions at first, his hyper-sensitive self being a bit more insecure than what met the eye.
"Jackson," you said, putting your hand on his arm, his muscles automatically flexing beneath your fingers. "I can tell something is bothering you."
You attempted to smile and laugh beside him, keeping the mood subtle so he would be comfortable. His sign echoed in the bathroom, finished brushing his teeth as he tossed the toothbrush back into its cup. He turned to you, eyes big as his face was shadowed by the lighting of the bathroom. Running his hand through his wet hair to pull it from his forehead, he spoke.
"Have we been too vanilla?" he asked, lips near a pout.
"What?" you laughed, eyebrows raised.
"It's just- every time I think about us making love, it seems simple."
"You have a point," you spoke, lips moving to the side as you reminisced on all of the long nights between the sheets in each other's grasp.
"I've been wanting to bring it up to you." he started, his body moving to leave the bathroom as he searched for his clothes. "I have so many ideas on how to pleasure you, I just didn't know if you'd be up for any of them," he said, spinning and walking as he looked around your shared bedroom for his missing socks.
"Such as?" you tilted your head, watching him stumble around the room.
"Like maybe using toys?" he said, running into the edge of the bed as he bent down to the floor to check underneath it. "Maybe even bondage?"
"What if I want to sit on your face?" you said, making him bounce back up from the side of the bed to look at you with wide eyes.
His cheeks turned red, eyes growing dark as he stood back on his feet and eyed you up and down.
"I've thought about that, too," he said, voice deep as he inched closer to your body leaned against the bathroom's frame. "The idea of you suffocating me while you ride my face," he spoke, tongue going over his dry lips. "Ahh"
He moved to you, hands on your waist as he roughly tugged you forward towards the bed. Landing down onto the comforter, he stared up at you as you watched him with an alluring glare.
"What about right now?" he asked, tone sounding like a beg as he pulled your hips in a rocking motion. Your shorts were loose against your hips, the silk fabric sliding with ease as his fingers caught them and moved them down your legs.
"Jackson, we just showered." you laughed at him, his expression eager as he pouted up at you.
"Please," he begged, thoroughly whipped by the idea of you sitting on his face in the very near future. "I can make you feel so good."
His words made you shiver, the matching top to your shorts allowing your hardened nipples to be seen by him. He eyed you, a smirk on his face as his bottom lip was between his teeth.
"Come on, baby," he spoke, pulling your underwear down your legs to meet your shorts on the floor.
Motioning for you to follow him up the bed, it was seconds before he had your thighs positioned on both sides of his head. Pupils blown, he was in a state you hadn't seen him in yet as his tongue moved flat on your clit. You cried his name, your core gaining in wetness as his movements tempted you further. His tongue moved over your sensitive bud, the tip caressing certain spots and making patterns that had you seeing stars.
"J-Jackson," you whined to him, his tongue adding more pressure as you moaned.
The growl erupting from him made your core clench on his tongue as he pushed it into you. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, you held on to his wet hair for dear life. As his tongue kept a pace that made your hips stutter, his hands moved to your ass, gripping your cheeks so hard you were sure there would be bruises.
"F-Fuck." he moaned against you, making your hips buck into his face as you urged for more.
His hands-on your ass pushed and pulled you into his face, your thighs so tight around his skull that he was stuck in place. Removing one of his hands, his thumb collided with your clit as he rubbed it in circles, your hips moving faster against him. Almost screaming above him, your legs shook as your orgasm hit, the sudden rush knocking the wind from you as he let you ride it out slowly. Continuing to rock against his face, you finally pulled from him. His chin was soaked, sweat on his forehead as his cheeks were still red. Breathing heavy, he laid on the bed laughing up at the ceiling.
"Why did I wait so long to mention getting more creative? That was amazing." he cackled.
"Then let's do things like that more often." you returned his laughter, grabbing his black socks from the floor as you tossed them to him.
47 bffs that are practically in love with jackson wang 😭 thanks
47. "Just let me see one titty, at least.”
pairing: bff! jackson wang x fem! reader
genre: smut, fwb
warnings: mature content, detailed sexual content, cursing, you flash jackson, slight katoptroniophilia (mirror sex kink), fingering, sort of dry humping?, protected sex (finally), drabble
words: 1.4k
summary: Jackson accidentally dumps a bowl of popcorn and candy on you, so you end up flashing him.
A/N: is this even what you asked for? I kind of blacked out and wrote this
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After days of calls, texts, and multiple sticky-notes on your front door, you finally invited Jackson over for a sleepover. Your best friend of many years was always set to stay at your place at any time, having taken a drawer in your dresser as a boyfriend would. His snacks filled up your pantry, some of his favorite movies alongside yours on the shelves, even his shampoo was in your shower.
"Why not just move in?" you had questioned many times.
"Because that would take away the fun of coming to see you every day. We'd grow sick of each other." he would always claim.
He did have a point. You and Jackson had been by each other's side every day for so long, but when he would stay more than two nights in a row you'd be bickering at each other like an old married couple. So you stuck to daily visits, usually ending up at your apartment for a sleepover.
Jackson was already set, a bag of popcorn spinning and popping in the microwave, a bunch of candies set out on your counter, a large bowl ready to mix them. He had a movie paused on the tv, watching you walk around your apartment trying to settle after returning home from a long class. A large t-shirt covering your shorts underneath paired with fuzzy socks, you had finally relaxed as you sat on the couch.
Jackson was quick to equip the snacks, the array of cavities inside the bowl sloshing around as he ran over to the couch. Admittingly, Jackson was fit. His naturally fast metabolism was seemingly perfect. But he did lack on thing sometimes: balance. So when his foot caught the edge of your couch and the entire bowl of candy and popcorn landed on you, it didn't fully surprise you.
"Dude!" you whined, sitting under a pile of butter, salt, and sweetness.
Your body was more covered than your couch, taking the bowl from his hand as you scraped the remaining foods back into it. Jackson's mouth was hanging open, astonished that he managed to fuck up so gratefully. You stood, huffing as you walked towards your bedroom to change and, hopefully, wipe away most of the butter and salt.
"I didn't mean to do that!" Jackson called out, trailing you slowly.
"I know you didn't." you scoffed, lightly laughing at his clumsiness.
Pulling a rag from your bathroom, you ran water over it, tugging your covered shirt and shorts off and tossing them into your hamper. You ran the rag over your arms and legs, the butter smearing but slowly coming off. You smelled like a movie theater.
"Well," Jackson said, coming into your room and rounding the corner to see you leaning against the counter.
"Jackson!" you yelled, your bra hanging lower than most because it was made to relax in, panties almost see-through.
"What?" he said innocently. "I've seen you naked before."
"So!" you whined.
"So, this isn't a big deal."
"You better be glad I'm wearing a bra!"
"You could show me your boobs." he laughed.
"Huh?" you scoffed. "Yeah, right."
"Just let me see one titty, at least," he said, motioning to your breasts under your bra.
Jackson always found you being shy funny considering he was always half-naked, even in public. It was natural to see him in little clothing, but he had barely seen you naked. It was only one awkward occasion. You huffed, taking the hem of your bra in your fingers as you lifted it, displaying both of your breasts to him as his eyes bulged out.
"Happy?" you asked, putting the bra back on correctly and wiping the rest of the butter off your arms.
Jackson stood stiff, finally breathing as he moved to you. Standing behind you as he made eye contact with your reflection in the mirror, it was almost intimidating.
"You're really beautiful," he said, voice deeper than you were used to.
"Well, thank you." you smiled lightly.
Jackson put his arm around you, taking the rag from your hands and dropping it in the sink. His lips moved to your shoulder, kissing it as the taste of the butter hit his lips. He hummed, the contact new until he met the nape of your neck, a moan coming from your lips as you jumped. His arms hugged your waist pulling you back into him as he continued to kiss up to your neck.
"J-Jackson." you whimpered, a hum coming from him as he busied himself.
His bulge was evident against your ass, the situation strange to you because you never imagined you and Jackson's relationship would get to this point. Anyone with eyes would admit he was attractive, people did on a daily basis. But you and him having sex was always a boundary you strayed from. Until now.
You pushed your ass back against him, the grinding making him hiss from the friction as he rutted against you. His kisses turned into bites, eyes watching you in the mirror as he had you bent over your counter.
His hands moved up, going under your bra as he gripped your breast, squeezing it tenderly. You moaned again, his cock hardening behind you.
"Touch me," you begged him, watching his eyes widen in the mirror.
His hand slid from your breast down your abdomen, the waistband of your panties going over his fingers as his hand slid past. His hand cupped your core, unable to move as he tried to swallow.
"Jackson," you asked, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror again.
"Are you okay with this?" he asked, teeth holding his tongue.
"Yes."
Two of his fingers pushed against your clit, holding you to him as his cock twitched behind you. A wet stain was forming through his boxers and shorts, the light patch easy to feel on your bare skin against it. You moaned, unable to hold your voice down as his fingers moved against you. Your eyes rolled back, head against his shoulder as he continued his motions, fingers wandering down to your hole as he slipped two in. You clenched around him, gasping as his fingers were bent inside of you from the angle that he held you. Moving them in and out slowly, you bent over more. Your ass pressed against him as you wiggled, his cock getting so much friction that he was about to cum in his shorts.
He kept his fingers at a steady pace, opening your drawer as he pulled out a condom from your stash, your hips stuttering as you held on to the counter, watching him. You stifled a laugh, his eyes moving up.
"You know where I keep them?" you asked.
"Of course, I stole one once." he laughed. "I never got to use it."
He dropped his shorts, pulling his shirt over this head as it landed over your towel rack with a thud. He rolled the condom on properly, not even removing your panties as he pushed them to the side and aligned himself with you. Gasps filled your bathroom as he pushed in gently, holding on to you as if it was a back hug. His breathing was unsteady, your body almost hunched as you moved back for more, his pace going faster.
He was rocking into you, your grip on your sink so slick that you couldn't hold on. His eyes were on you in the mirror, your upper body covered in his bites as he fucked up into you. Lifting your leg, he put it on the counter, the angle making him go deeper inside of you as you began to scream. His hand was pleasuring what his cock didn't reach, moving everywhere on your body as you began to shake.
You little control over this pace or stance had you pressed against the counter so hard you thought you'd become the sink itself. His loud grunts and groans behind you as you made eye contact with him in the mirror got louder. His cock was pounding into you as you tried to keep your eyes open, looking into his as he finally came into the condom. Hips not stopping, he rocked into you until you came over him, pulling from you as he turned you around and sat you on the counter. Tossing the rag from earlier into your hamper, he got another one and began to clean you up.
"You know what's funny?" he laughed, running the cool rag against your hot skin.
