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.
A/N: This was supposed to be frat boy! Jackson, but I don't know if it really turned out like that lol. Anyways, hope you enjoy!
“A party?” You sigh. “I have to study.” You tell your roommate, and friend, Jennie.
“That's all you ever do, Y/N. Don't you want to live a little? Get the full college experience?” She asks.
“Graduating and getting a good job in my field is the full college experience in my mind.” You smile. She rolls her eyes, scoffing before turning to walk away from you. You turn your head and look back at your laptop and notebook, continuing where you left off. You immediately got back into your focus, so quickly that you didn't see her turn back around shuffling her feet back to you. Suddenly your laptop is closed and your notebook is ripped out from under you.
It felt like you were in shock. Your mouth hung open, your head turning slowly to see Jennie standing there with your notebook dangling between her fingers.
“What the fu…” you trail off. Sticking your hand out for your book back. “Give it.”
“No.” She grins. “You want it back, come to the party for at least an hour and then I'll give it back.”
“You're like blackmailing me… with my notebook.” You whisper.
“I'm holding it hostage.” Jennie responds. “So get ready, you have to change and let's go.” She smiles.
“What's wrong with what I'm wearing?” You ask.
“You’re wearing shorts and a big ass hoodie. Absolutely not.” She laughs. “Let's go to my closet. I've seen your wardrobe and it's… well it just won't work.” she finishes, grabbing your arm with her free hand and your notebook still secured tightly in the other.
An hour later you were put into a tight pair of leggings, with a tight and low cut shirt. Your hair was done and some makeup pasted onto your face. You felt like you but a prettier you and more confident but you weren't about to admit that to Jennie.
“It's perfect.” She giggles. “Come on!” She yells, grabbing your hand to pull you out of the dorm and off to the party.
It was bigger and louder than you imagined it would be. There were people scattered everywhere in the house and outside. People partying on the front lawn, in the backyard, and on all levels of the house. You couldn't believe that you had never experienced this before and a part of you was cursing yourself for being so focused on school and not allowing yourself to have any fun.
“Let's get a drink.” Jennie yells, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the kitchen. You pass by so many different party goers. People making out in the corner, others dancing in the large living room, people drinking, talking, laughing, some passed out on the floor or furniture. It was a lot to take in for your first party and it was all surprising to you. Jennie let's go of your hand, heading to the fridge to grab you both a cooler, something she thought you'd like. You had drank before but never to the point of being drunk. More like a glass of wine every once in a while.
“Time for shots!” You hear someone yell. You crack open your can, looking up to see someone you knew of but didn't personally know.
Jackson Wang walked into the kitchen, a smile plastered on his face. He places a bottle on the island in the kitchen.
“Mark, get the shot glasses.” He says, working on opening the bottle.
“What is that?” You whisper to Jennie.
“Vodka.” She laughs. “Yes! Shots!”
You were a little nervous, You had never tried shots of vodka before. Jackson begins pouring the shots and everyone reaches around to grab one, Jennie included but you didn't. Jackson notices, grabbing a second one and walks towards you.
“Need a shot?” He asks, handing the shot to you.
“She never drinks.” Jennie yells. “She probably hasn't had it before.”
“Have you tried it before?” Jackson asks you.
You shake your head no, sipping on your cooler.
“I'll teach you.” He smiles. “You're gonna wanna take the shot, swallow it and then take a sip of your drink. Okay?” He asks. His eyes were piercing, staring into your soul. You nervously nodded your head, taking the shot from him. His eyes never leave yours as everyone yells “cheers.” You put the shot glass to your lips, taking the entire shot, the alcohol burning as it goes down your throat. You weren't a huge fan but after taking a couple swigs of your drink, it wasn't so bad. Though, it hit you hard. One shot and half a drink and you were already feeling buzzed.
“So?” Jackson asks, leaning against the counter, his face moving closer to yours. “How was it?”
“It burned.” You say which makes him laugh. Before he can say anything else to you, you're pulled away by Jennie, nearly spilling your drink. “Let's go dance.”
The music was loud enough that you couldn’t hear your thoughts, or your worries about taking a night off from studying, which was exactly what you needed. You closed your eyes, letting the bass carry you, my body moving without plan or permission. You truly didn't care who was watching, which felt so freeing.
But you felt it. Felt someone watching you.
Jackson stood there, he watched you from across the room, leaning against the wall with a drink in his hand, his dark shirt clinging to him like it had been molded for him only. His gaze was sharp, locked in on you like you were the only thing in the room that mattered.
You finally opened your eyes and caught him watching you, with no shame. He didn't flinch, he didn't look away. He just continued to watch you.
You paused, just for a second as your heart began to thud harder now, and it was not from the music.
And then something inside you felt like it snapped. You didn't know what came over you, but suddenly it was like it was only the two of you in the room and you were dancing just for him.
You turned back into the music, but now every movement had a different edge.
You were sharper.
Moving a little slower.
You were being intentional with your moves now. You danced knowing he was watching, the heat from the crowd bloomed in your cheeks, chest, and thighs. Your fingers slid through your hair as you rolled your hips to the beat, lost but aware.
When you turned again to look at him, he was closer. Your breath hitches. He was right there. He didn’t say a word. Just stepped in closer to you. Your body stiffened on instinct but then suddenly his hands were on your waist.
You looked up at him, lips parted.
He didn’t ask. He didn't say a word to you.
He kissed you like he’d waited all night for you, only you. Like he’d been dying for you. Like from the moment he saw you in the kitchen he needed you so fucking desperately.
His mouth crashed against yours, rough and hungry. His tongue parting your lips like he owned the space between them.
You gasped for a second before it turned into a moan, your hands instinctively gripping his shirt, your fingers curling into the fabric as his hand slid up your spine, pulling you in closer.
The kiss wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t gentle. It was raw and starved and undeniably needy.
His mouth devoured yours like he just couldn’t get enough of you, like tasting you wasn’t enough. It was like he needed to consume you.
You had no idea how the two of you had moved away from the dance floor, and how your back ended up pressed against the cool wall near the hallway.
You gasped as Jackson's thigh slid between your legs, moving up with slow, torturous pressure. The heat that surged through your core was driving you insane, something you'd never felt before.
“Fuck…” He breathes, against your mouth, his forehead resting against yours for a moment.
You stared up at him, lips swollen, pupils blown wide. “You don’t even know my name,” You whispered.
He doesn't respond. Instead, his mouth was on your neck, dragging his mouth across the curve, just beneath your ear.
You gasped, your knees buckling slightly. His hands caught your hips, grinding you up into him. You could feel his cock harden through his clothes, pressing it against you. He kissed down your jaw, slowly. You clutched at his shoulders, fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, moaning softly.
One hand slid beneath your shirt, fingertips dragging up your waist, slow and teasing. He stops just below the edge of your bra, his breath ragged.
“Say the word,” he whispered, his voice low. “ Say it and I’ll stop. But if you don’t…”
You looked up at him, your body craving him.
“Don’t.” You whisper. “Don't stop.”
His finger drags across your lips, pulling your bottom lip down. “Open your mouth.” He says.
Without a second thought you slowly parted your lips, opening your mouth. Your head tilts back, your eyes still locked in on his as you stick your tongue out. Jackson groans, his hand moving to grab a clump of your hair. He moves in closer to you, his spit falling from his lips, landing perfectly on your tongue. You close your mouth, smirking a little before swallowing it.
“Good girl.” He groans. He pulls away from you, grabbing your hand. He pulls you off the wall and down the hallway, pulling you towards a bedroom. He opens the door, pulling you in, slamming the door behind him. He kisses you hard again, this time grabbing the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and above your head, breaking the kiss to take it off. He admires your body, your breasts, licking his lips before taking off your bra.
Jackson doesn't say a word to you while he unhooks your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. He cups your tits, taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. You throw your head back, letting out a small moan before Jackson pulls his mouth off of you. He pulls your pants down, along with your panties, helping you step out of them before he pushes you back onto the bed.
He undresses himself, letting his cock spring free before he climbs on the bed, spreading your legs open, while he lays on his stomach, moving his face closer to your cunt. He spreads your lips, beginning to flick his tongue against your clit.
“Oh my god.” You breathe, bucking your hips, needing Jackson to do more, suck and flicking faster. He licks you with the flat of his tongue before wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. He swiftly shoves two fingers into your already soaked pussy, thrusting them into you hard and fast while he continues to eat your pussy.
“Right fucking there.” You cry out, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm builds so fucking fast.
“Oh my god.” You cry out, grabbing your tits, squeezing them as Jackson brings your orgasm closer and closer. Before letting you cum, Jackson pulls his fingers from inside of you, moving his head away from between your legs, letting your orgasm fade away.
“Why!?” You cry out.
Jackson crawls up the bed, hovering over you, leaning his head down, lightly pressing his lips against yours. Jackson slips his tongue into your mouth letting you taste yourself from his tongue. He quickly turned the kiss passionate and sloppy. As fast as he kisses you, he pulls away, lifting your legs over his shoulders lining up his cock before he shoves his cock deep inside you. You gasp, as he gives you no time to adjust. He swiftly pulls himself out of you before ramming his cock back inside of you.
“So fucking tight.” He groans, holding your legs tightly. Jackson rubs your swollen clit, bringing your orgasm back up. It doesn't take you long to cum moaning so loudly as your back arches while you work through your high. Jacksoni doesn't slow down. You wrap your legs around his waist, wanting to roll the two of you over. Within seconds, you're on top of him, riding his cock. Your hands are placed on his chest as you bounce and grind on his cock.
“That's right, ride my cock, baby.” He groans, moving his hands to your hips, helping you bounce faster and harder. You throw your heads back, your eyes closed tight, the feeling of his cock inside of you was intoxicating. He slides his hand up your body, over your curves, to your breasts and back down to your ass, landing a hard slap which makes you ride him faster. Your clit rubs against him in just the right way, making your orgasm build once again.
Jackson groans, licking his lips while he watches your tits bounce. Your second orgasm builds even quicker than your first, you felt like you were going to explode. You bite your lip as your orgasm hits you, you scream out loudly, the feeling of exhaustion taking over. Jackson holds you up to help, his own orgasm not far behind. He thrusts up, pounding his cock into you.
“Jesus fucking christ.” Jackson moans, his fingertips digging into you as he pounds into you.
“Cum in my pussy, please cum inside me.” You cry, making Jackson groans. He pumps faster and harder, moaning loudly as he finally cums, spilling his cum deep inside you. He works through his orgasm, slowly thrusting into you, giving you everything he's got. You sigh loudly, as you roll off his body, laying on his bed, both your chests heaving.
“I can't move.” You breathe, letting out a small laugh.
“That's fine with me.” He whispers, moving a strand of hair from your face. “I don't want you to leave.”
“You still don't even know my name.” You whisper back, your eyes closed.
“Of course I do, Y/N.” He smiles. “Most dedicated student, smartest girl in school. How could I not know you?” He asks.
One eye opens to look at him. “Okay then, Jackson.” You smile back.
“You know my name? I'm honored.” He chuckles.
“So what now?” You ask. “I've never had a one night stand before.” You admit.
“Who said anything about a one night stand? I want to know everything about you. How about you stay, and we go on a breakfast date in the morning?” He asks.
“I'd like that.” You say, your entire body tingling with joy.
After you clean yourself up, Jackson pulls you back into his bed, holding you closely to him. You had a feeling this was just the beginning of something great.
— avisos: menção a bambam e yugyeom, jackson caidinho, pp descrita como latina (pensei nela sendo brasileira sim) mas sem muitos detalhes, provocações, beijinhos.
— notas: queria tá enlouquecendo um certo chinês de vontade, sabe? Espero que vocês gostem!! 💗
— now playing: telepatía, kali uchis.
Você sabe o porquê dele estar aqui assim que bate os olhos nele. Jackson não anda fazendo muita questão de esconder o interesse em você, sempre curtindo e comentando seus stories — até mesmo os mais bobos — além de marcar presença nas últimas saídas que teve com seus amigos, Bambam e Yugyeom. Ele percebe sua presença antes mesmo dos seus amigos, antes mesmo que você chegue perto da mesa. Parece ter algum tipo de sexto sentido em relação a você e você admite que gosta disso. Da sensação de ser desejada, poderosa ao ponto de mexer com a cabeça do chinês, conquistando seu espaço sem fazer muito esforço. Cumprimenta os outros dois antes de se virar pro mais velho.
— Por que não estou surpresa de te ver aqui? — pergunta, sorrindo de canto. Jackson te olha de cima a baixo, não ligando em te responder com rapidez, toma seu tempo admirando a saia longa, mas de cós baixa e levemente justa na bunda, a blusinha azul frente única, o cabelo preso de forma desleixada por uma presilha de flor amarela e a rasteirinha que deixa a mostra as unhas em francesinha. Além disso, a bolsinha preta que segura com as pontas dos dedos de unhas longas pintadas de vermelho. O esteriótipo perfeito de uma latina, que o deixava com água na boca.
— Me tornei previsível. — ele diz, fingindo decepção. Você observa ele esconder um sorriso assim que você se senta ao lado dele. Gosta desse joguinho, morre de vontade de beija-lo, mas quer que ele dê o primeiro passo e admita que te quer.
— Ele só vem quando sabe que você está. — Bambam, fofoqueiro como é, entrega o amigo. Jackson nem ao menos se constrange ou repreende o mais novo, apenas ri antes de levar a long neck a boca pra sorver mais um gole. Você sente o coração acelerar, mas mantém a postura ao rir baixinho e se virar pra chamar o garçom.
Papo vai, papo vem, e você sente a bexiga apertar depois de beber alguns copos de cerveja. Se levanta, pedindo licença, e vai até o banheiro nos fundos do estabelecimento. Após esvaziar a bexiga, aproveita pra se olhar no espelho, ajeitando algumas mechas que caíram da presilha e removendo o rímel que havia escorrido no cantinho. Telepatía, de Kali Uchis, começa a tocar e você acompanha a letra baixinho enquanto sai do banheiro.
— ¿Quién lo diría? Que se podría hacer el amor por telepatía… — é interrompida ao bater de frente a um corpo forte e quase desequilibrar.
— Opa! Te segurei. — reconhece a voz de imediato, os pelinhos loiros se eriçando ao sentir a mão quentinha na base das suas costas — Foi mal, gatinha, tava distraído. — você sorri.
— Tudo bem, eu também tava. — e tenta se desvencilhar do toque que já começa a queimar sua pele, acendendo cada cantinho do seu corpo.
— Os meninos já foram embora, me espera aqui pra você não voltar pra mesa sozinha. — quis perguntar porque ele tinha tanta convicção de que você iria voltar pra mesa com ele ao invés de ir embora, mas resolveu deixar pra lá. Assim como ignorou a saída nada discreta dos seus amigos para deixa-los sozinhos. A verdade é que você queria ver onde isso ia dar, estava curiosa ao máximo. Jackson te entregou sua bolsa, que você nem percebeu que ele estava segurando, e entrou no banheiro.
Vocês voltam pra mesa, dessa vez uma num cantinho mais afastado, e pedem outra cerveja.
— Você quer que eu admita que quero te beijar? — ele solta, na lata, te deixando sem palavras. Respira fundo, desvia o olhar e ri.
— Se eu disser que sim, você vai admitir? — resolve entrar no joguinho tão conhecido. Jackson te olha, se demorando na resposta, e você aproveita o silêncio e se levanta da mesa, ainda sorrindo, e vai até o caixa pagar sua conta. Sente a presença inconfundível atrás de si, que sempre te faz prender a respiração por um segundo ao sentir o corpo grande atrás do seu.
— Deixa comigo, gatinha. — sussurra no seu ouvido, a mão colocada possessivamente na sua cintura, te fazendo arrepiar.
Jackson te guia até a saída, levando-a até o carro estacionado ali perto. A rua iluminada, mas deserta, faz com que você encoste o corpo no carro e o encare.
— Você gosta de me provocar, não gosta? — ele diz no seu ouvido, a voz rouca fazendo sua cabeça já meio aérea girar.
— Como assim? — pergunta, fingindo não saber do que ele fala. Jackson ri e cola o corpo no seu, calor passando de um para o outro.
— Você sabe que eu sempre venho quando você está, sabe que eu tô afim de você há um tempão e, mesmo assim, fica me esperando admitir.
— Talvez eu goste do jogo. — você não recua. Jackson apenas ri e te encara, você o olha de volta observando cada detalhe. Sabia que ele estava esperando você consentir de alguma forma e isso te deixou ainda mais afim dele, como se fosse possível.
— Você é perigosa. — afirma, a voz carregada de desejo, e você sorri.
— Descobriu agora? — responde e encara os lábios entreabertos antes de voltar a olha-lo nos olhos, deixando claro sua mensagem. Ele paira sobre si, fazendo questão de provocar, deixando a expectativa crescer. Quando finalmente te beija é devagar, deixando pequenos selinhos, apenas querendo sentir a maciez da sua boca.
Para Jackson, o tempo parece congelar. Ele a beija suavemente, sentindo o gosto, saboreando o carinho. A língua pede passagem e ele quase geme ao encostar na sua, conhecendo cada cantinho da sua boca como se quisesse decorar, gravar na mente pra poder relembrar seu gosto por dias a fio. Não tem urgência, só intensidade. As mãos dele permanecem firmes, uma na cintura e a outra na curva do pescoço. Ele sente suas unhas arranharem a nuca e grunhe baixinho, sentindo o corpo todo arrepiar. Jackson devolve a provocação mordendo e puxando seu lábio inferior, sorrindo de canto ao escutar seu suspiro baixinho. Vocês se separam e, mesmo com o beijo lento, sentem a respiração entrecortada. Jackson te olha como se estivesse hipnotizado, passando o polegar pelo contorno da sua boca vermelha e inchada.
— Eu deveria ficar bravo por você ter me negado isso daqui por tanto tempo. — a voz rouca te faz estremecer e sorrir.
— Não tem como eu ter te negado algo que você nunca pediu. — provoca e morde a pontinha do dedo que ainda circulava seus lábios. Ele ri, desacreditado da sua audácia.
— É verdade, esqueci que já tínhamos chegado ao consenso de que a culpa pela demora foi minha. — você tentar conter, mas gargalha alto, e Jackson te olha sorrindo, ainda em estado de dormência por ter te beijado (e ter sido a porra do melhor beijo da vida dele) — Com você rindo desse jeito pra mim eu não vou conseguir parar de te beijar.
— E isso seria um problema? — Jackson aperta sua cintura, repreendo pela provocação, e você precisa morder os lábios pra não gargalhar de novo. Se sente flutuando, a mente ébria pela bebida e o desejo, sentindo o corpo leve como uma pena.
— Seria, porque eu quero fazer isso do jeito certo. — ele diz baixinho — Te levar em casa, te deixar segura e amanhã te levar pra sair num lugar bacana. — você se arrepia e ele deixa um beijo no cantinho da sua boca antes de abrir a porta pra você entrar. Ele dirige até a sua casa com uma mão no volante e a outra entrelaçada a sua, ambos num silêncio que não tem nada de desconfortável.
Ele para o carro em frente a sua casa e nenhum dos dois faz menção de se mover. Jackson te olha, um sorrisinho sacana nos lábios. Se inclina até colocar a mão no seu pescoço e te puxar pra mais um beijo. Assim como o primeiro, esse é lento, do jeito que vocês descobriram gostar. Mas, dessa vez, é mais profundo. As línguas batalhando de um jeito quase pornográfico, os gemidos baixinhos que você solta são todos engolidos por Jackson, que parece sentir fome de cada um deles. Você lambe o lábio inferior dele antes de voltar a beija-lo, o ar fica cada vez mais escasso, mas nenhum dos dois quer ceder.
Jackson é quem usa de todo o seu autocontrole pra se afastar, achando bonitinho a forma como você o segue com a cabeça, procurando por mais.
— Agora é sério, preciso te deixar ir pra casa. — ele diz, meio a contragosto — Saiba que você acabou de alugar um triplex na minha cabeça, não sei como vou fazer pra dormir. — você sorri e não resiste a deixar um selinho no biquinho que ele faz. Ainda sentindo o gosto dele na boca, você abre a porta do carro, mas antes de sair, se inclina perto do ouvido dele.
— Amanhã… a gente continua de onde parou. — morde o lóbulo fraquinho e o sente estremecer, você ri baixinho e finalmente sai do carro.
Ele te observa entrar em casa, buzinando quando você dá um tchauzinho, um sorriso bobo pairando nos lábios e a promessa de que teria mais de você ecoando pelo carro fechado, já contando os minutos pra te ver de novo.
I thank GOD that not a single incestuous fic involving Michael, Jaafar or Jermajesty has appeared on my dashboard. I don't wanna see that!!!! I know some of y'all nasty, weird ass heffas are writing that shit!!!!
Firstly- congratulations on your milestone achievement!
Secondly- I would like to participate in the event please. May I have Jackson Wang, Indigo, and Submissive please?
Thank you!
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Listening as his car door slams shut and his footsteps race up the pathway to your front door, he swears under his breath as he drops his keys, fumbling with them to get inside. And you wait patiently, cross-legged in your chair aimed straight at the door, picturing his panicked state.
As he enters he spots you instantly, halting his movements with eyes full of worry and a silent, pleading apology.
“Baby, I-”
You put your hand up to silence him. “I don't want to hear it, Jackson.”
“But-”
You throw him a hard glare. “Don't make me repeat myself.”
He obeys looking defeatedly down at his feet.
“Assume your position.” you order.
Slowly, he drops to his knees, shrugs out of his blazer and removes his shirt, leaving them in a pile beside him. He undoes his belt and pulls it through his trousers loops, holding it up for you.
Uncrossing your legs, you rise from your chair, striding across the room and enjoying the way his eyes remain fixed to your heels clicking along the wooden floor. You take the belt from him and place it carefully around his neck, wrapping it around and fastening it at the back, with enough space for your fingers to fit between it and his skin.
He's already breathing heavily and you've barely started.
“I waited for you for over an hour in that restaurant,” you say as you circle around him, kicking the pile of his clothes to the side as you go, “I called you numerous times and you didn't answer, not even a text to say you'd been held up.”
He opens his mouth to speak and you yank on the belt making him grunt.
“You will speak when I say you can. I don't think you appreciate who you're married to. I don't think you appreciate that you are very lucky to have me and now, you are going to prove it.”
Stopping in front of him and trailing a finger up your thigh, lifting your silk chemise up just enough that he can see your naked sex before letting the material fall again. He whimpers and the sound satisfies you, even more when you notice the tent in his trousers from his very obvious arousal. Something you will not be touching tonight.
Turning you walk to the other side of the room, laying down on some cushions you'd already prepared, letting your knees fall and legs spread open wide.
His desperation knits his eyebrows together, making him look pained as he bites his lip, his whole body tensed and ready for your command. The sight makes you want him all the more.
“Now, crawl here and devour me until I tell you to stop.”
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy, I may have to continue this one. If you would like to participate in this event, see the details here
Request: Good morning! If requests are still open, can I get #17 with Jackson Wang please? Thank you for all your writing efforts and allowing us to submit ideas. ♥️
Prompt:
17) Your friend (who is already dating one of the members) sets you up with your bias.
Pairing: Got7 Jackson x Reader
Genre: Fluff
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"Try on the pants, Y/N," your friend, Cass, hissed from across the clothing rack.
"I don't even like pants," you muttered, flipping quickly through the bell bottoms she had been trying to talk you into.
"Fine," she sighed. "What about this top?"
She held up something much smaller and slinkier than you would normally wear, causing you to make a face.
"Why not try something new?" she beckoned. "It's much more fun than what your brain is telling you it is."
"How would you know that?" you hummed. "My brain is very convincing."
Cass paused with a huff to check her phone. Looking back up at you, she lifted a brow. "You have approximately ten minutes to find something and try it on."
"Why ten minutes?" you asked, looking up in confusion. If you remembered correctly, you had both cleared your calendars for the day to spend some time together.
"Yugy-" she started, but you immediately scoffed.
"You're really bailing on me for Yugyeom?" you sighed. While a small ember of anger sat heavily in your gut, you understood on some level. With his unconventional job and complicated schedules, Cass had to take what time she could. It still didn't make the burn sting any less.
"Not bailing," she said, tilting her head. "You are more than welcome to join us-"
"No thank you," you nodded. If you had to awkwardly stand by while they swapped spit again, you would simply vomit on both of them.
"You're not going to be a third wheel if that's what you're thinking."
Of course that was what you were thinking.
"Jacks-"
You lifted a hand. "I'll stop you there."
"Oh come oooon," she groaned, following you as you walked away from the pants you hadn't wanted anyway. "If you just gave him a chance."
"He has one volume, Cass," you said, spinning around. "And it's loud."
"You've just never been around him in a nice, calm setting," she coaxed.
"Because you've only ever invited me to parties he's hosted," you said with an eye roll. "Why is he hosting so many parties anyway?"
She shrugged.
"I know he means well," you nodded. "He's just...a lot."
"Maybe you could use a lot," she sighed. "Haven't you ever thought of pushing your own boundaries? Having someone who could be a safe place for you AND provide encouragement when you were presented with opportunities that you weren't necessarily comfortable with?"
You blinked at her, trying to formulate a response. She wasn't totally off base, and you couldn't help but be annoyed by it.
Wiggling her brows, she lifted up the top you had hoped she abandoned. "Be a little reckless, Y/N."
Groaning, you snatched the garment from her. "Fine."
..
You pulled helplessly at the crisscrossing straps of the shirt you were wearing. It was complicated and took you at least ten minutes to figure out how to wear (based solely on trial and error). Now that you were in it, you couldn't lie to yourself. It was hot.
"Cass?" you called from the dressing room. "Do you want to see?"
After waiting for a few seconds in silence, you gripped the curtain door and slid it open.
"Well, damn," a voice that you weren't expecting growled.
Your eyes grew wide as you stared at someone you hadn't expected to see so soon. Jackson.
Squeaking, you stepped backward and yanked the curtain closed.
"Good to see you too," he chuckled.
You remained still, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. Where was Cass?
"If it's not too much of an intrusion," Jackson chimed, pulling at the curtain. You looked up, scandalized, but quickly calmed as you saw he had a hand covering his eyes. "I would really like to stare at you a little longer in that."
You closed your eyes and scoffed. He was impossible, but you appreciated the ask for consent. Letting out a calming exhale, you opened your eyes again and dropped your arms.
Peeking through a gap he made in his fingers, he let out a low whistle. "Y/N, I didn't realize you could even look like that."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" you snapped, mildly offended but not entirely sure for what reason.
"I didn't mean it negatively!" he laughed, putting his hands up between the two of you. "I've just never seen you dressed in anything like this before."
"Jackson," you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Why are you here and what have you done with Cass?"
"Cass invited me here," he grinned. "She said you wanted to shop, but she had a dinner thing planned with Yugyeom."
Traitor.
"If my vote matters at all," he hummed, still unable to take his eyes off of you. "We should invest in that top."
Not long after you had closed the "door" of the dressing room, Jackson appeared at least another five times, announcing his presence with a "psst." Throwing clothes at you with each visit, it wasn't long before you were convinced you had modeled every piece of clothing the store had to offer.
Including the pants you had wanted nothing to do with.
After every outfit change and minutes of prolonged complaining, Jackson was generous with his compliments. When he didn't particularly like a style, he made sure to praise your own appearance and make sure you didn't feel like your body was the issue.
It was honestly one of the sweetest and most fun experiences you had ever had.
Once it was all over, he had even pulled his wallet out to pay. After a heated whisper-shout conversation at the counter, he eventually gave in only when you said you would get ice cream with him afterwards (and allow for him to treat of course).
...
You begrudgingly held the shopping bag at your side and held an ice cream cone in your opposite hand.
"This is so fun," Jackson smiled, walking happily beside you. It was difficult to be grumpy with someone so positive fluttering around you, but you were still a little irritated with the ambush.
"Mmm," you grumbled, licking the ice cream before it started to dribble down your hand.
"What flavor did you get?" he asked. Before you could answer, he took a bite out of the top of your scoop.
"Jacks!" you gasped, trying to decide if his action was gross or amusing. You guessed it depended on his oral hygiene.
"Mm chocolate chip cookie dough," he nodded. "Solid choice."
You let out a surprised, but small chuckle.
"Want some?" he asked, tilting his own ice cream your way.
"I'm good," you smirked, shaking your head.
"Suit yourself," he sighed, taking another long lick. "It's cream cheese and it's delicious."
Against your better judgement, you found yourself staring a little too hard at Jackson's actions. Sure, you had always taken him as Yugyeom's annoying friend, but you couldn't deny just how attractive he was. His focus in the direction of his ice cream cone only amplified that.
Get yourself together, Y/N.
Finally shaking the embarrassingly sexy cobwebs from your mind, you looked up to find Jackson watching you, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"What?" you croaked.
"You sure you don't want a taste?" he prodded, a slow smile spreading across his lips.
You weren't entirely certain if he was still talking about the ice cream or not.
"No thank you," you tried to say calmly, but felt your voice crack on the words.
Chuckling to himself, he motioned toward the opposite end of the food court. "Do you see them?"
Narrowing your eyes, you tried to pay attention to the couple he pointed out. They were a little older than you, both staring at each other lovingly over a romantic meal of Subway.
"I do."
"What do you think their story is?"
You shook your head and looked at Jackson again. "What do you mean?"
"Are you telling me you've never made-up backstories for complete strangers before?" he asked, lifting his brows.
"I-well, not-" you stuttered. You supposed you had, but it had never been pointed out so plainly before.
"There are so many joys in this life you have yet to experience," Jackson clucked, taking your mumbling as a "no." "I'm glad we're on this date so I can show you."
"This isn't a date," you said, rushing the words out.
Patting your knee with his free hand, he looked at you knowingly.
Shit, this was kind of a date now, wasn't it?
"Now, back to business," he insisted. "Tell me what you think about the guy."
Letting out a sigh, you decided to play his game. "I dunno. Clean cut, good looking, probably makes okay money."
"Now that we've established that you do have eyes and can see out of them," he laughed. "Tell me what you think about him, Y/N. What does he do in his spare time? Do you think that's his only girlfriend?"
"I'm sorry, what?" you gasped. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"While I'm a monogamous creature myself," he hummed. "Most guys around our age are not."
You furrowed your brow, trying to see across the food court to get a better look at the guy. "You know, he does kind of look like a dick."
"My thoughts exactly," he laughed. "I bet he works in Sales at his company. He thinks he's the hot shot. This girl works at the office with him and he finally sweet talked her into casually hanging out this weekend."
Jackson grinned from ear to ear before turning toward you. In the course of your conversation, you had both finished your food. "Now here's a question."
You crossed your arms, fixing him with a stare. Trying not to smile, you nodded your head, waiting to hear more commentary.
"What would people say if they were giving us a backstory?"
Your heart fluttered at the question. Opening your mouth to rush out something sarcastic, you paused. The way he looked at you was so open. You knew you had snubbed him so many times before, did he really deserve your attitude now?
"You first," you said quietly.
"Well," he started, making a show of assessing you, then himself. "I see a guy who has liked someone since the moment he met them."
Your mouth popped into an "o" shape of surprise. You knew Jackson harbored what you assumed was a schoolyard crush on you, but you had never considered taking him seriously. How could you when he was the definition of unseriousness?
He watched your reaction, his own expression unreadable. "And that someone is giving themselves every reason they can think of not to like him back."
You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He wasn't wrong.
"Good assessment," you cringed.
During all of this talking, you weren't sure when your annoyance morphed into enjoyment. You instantly acknowledged Jackson being the cause for that change.
"So why is that?" he asked, tilting his head. "What's there not to like?"
"Do you really want the answer to that?" you teased.
"Okay, maybe not," he laughed. "I know when I'm pressing my luck and I don't really want hurt feelings today."
"Jacks," you sighed, shaking your head. A mental switch had flipped. "I guess I've never really given you a chance, have I?"
"Not even a tiny one," he smiled. He was so good natured; you weren't sure why he would even continue to try with you.
"What if..." you said slowly, trying to find your courage. "What if maybe I gave you a chance?"
He lifted his brows. It was your time to surprise him.
"A chance?" he said quietly. "Really? Outside of playing dress up? Outside of you watching me sensually lick-"
"Jackson!" you laughed, putting your hand on his knee to stop him. "This chance is fading quickly."
Jackson glanced down at where you touched him. Just as you were about to pull away, he set his hand atop of yours and interlaced your fingers. "Okay, okay."
His smiled was the biggest you had ever seen, especially considering you had witnessed him happily drunk on many occasions.
Summary: Jaebeom and Yugyeom are "running an errand" when the most delectable scent that he ever smelled hit Yugyeom like a ton of bricks. Yugyeom stops JayB and soon he smells it. They look across the street and see the her. They stalk her for awhile and finally get the chance to manufacture a meet with her.
"It's just up the block here." Jaebeom said walking with Yugyeom trailing just behind.
On this particular morning, the leader and the youngest were on their way to confront a member of the organization about stealing. They'd probably leave with a finger or two. Make sure he got the message.
A slight breeze blows and Yugyeom stops. Jaebeom turns and looks at him, "what's wrong?"
"Don't you smell that." He sniffs the air. "Fuuck. It smells so good."
Jaebeom raises a brow wondering what the hell YG was talking about but then he smells it too. Jesus. He thought. Funny coming from him but that's how good it smelled. "Yeah I do. Who is that?"
The other mission abandoned, they scan the street for the source. As they look across the way, they spot you walking. It had to be her. They speed to the other side of the road and stalk behind her.
The good thing about being a hybrid is how well you can blend in. Not only were they human in many aspects but they were predators as well. Able to conceal their true selves and built to hunt. She never even noticed them.
They follow her the rest of the afternoon and finally call it a day but not before they get one of their guys to continue following her and report back.
"We've got to try to do this differently. If she gets scared, she'll run." Jaebeom explains to Yugyeom in the car on the way home. "It'll be so much better if she's willing. No compulsion. No holding her captive. None of that."
"Just a little light stalking." Yugyeom quibs with a small laugh but ultimately agrees, "you're right hyung but I want her so bad. What if she says no?" His eyes go dark.
Jaebeom sighs, "then we let her go." His hands tighten on the wheel, knuckles white. Can we do that, Can I do that? He knew that they needed to be better.
Every potential new mate for them ended up broken because it was all just too much. The manipulations, the compulsions, the constant attention. In the end, it broke them all, whether mentally or physically. And they were lonely. Fooling around with someone to satisfy their needs was nothing. Yes, it satiated the hunger, the thirst but only temporarily. They knew they needed to find the one.
As if reading his mind Yugyeom comforts Jaebeom, "but I think this is it. She's just too perfect not to be."
Once home with their brothers, they explain to them what they smelled. What they saw.
"When can we meet her?" Jackson asks excitedly.
"We don't even know her name yet." Jaebeom rolls his eyes. "Think we need to get the basics first."
Apaixonar (v.) - to fall in love with someone or something; the act of falling in love
Pairing: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x Fem!Reader; Genre: s2l, Slice of life, Romance, Fluff, Smut; Rating: 18+, nsfw, MDNI; Warnings: rich prick Jackson, being kicked out of his home by his dad, mentions of regret, Bambam being fancy, having no money and getting kicked out of a taxi too, spontaneously moving into a shared apartment, jackson being quite the asshole, SMUT, phone sex via official services, masturbation, guided masturbation, slight nipple play, oral (fem receiving), orgasms (m & f), unprotected sex, pulling out and cumming on the stomach (not the safest option), hinted possessive jackson; Wordcount: 7.252
Summary: In need of a new roommate you weren’t too picky and when a handsome stranger told you he wanted to be your roommate you didn’t say no. Though you didn’t expect to be so different from him and you definitely didn’t expect to work more now instead of less. Actually you didn’t expect a lot of things with your new roommate.
A/N: For once I managed to post something during an idol’s birthday!!! Ignoring the fact I only managed this on the third attempt... Happy Birthday Jackson Wang from China!!! Please enjoy this one shot (where I tried writing solely from his perspective)
Frustrated, Jackson kicked against his suitcase, growling internally when the pain shot from his toes up through his body. He ran his hands through his hair and looked around through the empty streets.
Banished from his home by his own father he was forced to leave. Hoping he could take refuge at his best friend's place, he had called a taxi but as soon as the driver heard Jackson had no money with him, the driver kicked him out as well, cursing loudly and driving off again. He successfully left Jackson standing alone in the middle of the streets with his suitcase.
Maybe it was actually for the better that Jackson couldn’t make it to his friend’s place. Even though he loved Bambam and always threw parties with him, living together was a completely different level though. He remembered how they had been on a vacation together and were supposed to go out but it took Bambam hours to decide what pair of shoes he wanted to wear.
Of course Jackson hoped it would only last a few days until his father would calm down and ask for his son to return but Jackson couldn’t be sure of that. Never before had he seen that look in his father’s eyes and he didn’t want to admit it but it scared him. It scared him enough to worry his father might stay stubborn and reject his own son for a while.
Jackson sighed and noticed only now that he had no clue where he actually was, never having been in this part of the town before. With an annoyed click of his tongue he pulled his phone out of a pocket about to check his location when the minute he turned the screen on his phone decided to die in his hands.
This wasn’t the way Jackson had planned his Saturday night to go. He cursed under his breath and rubbed one hand over his face, tiredly searching for a solution for the predicament he was in.
That was the moment he heard someone humming quietly, accompanied with steps that halted every other second.
Jackson turned around, his eyes jumping around the area desperately searching for the source of the sound. He didn’t think someone else would be out during this late hour. He had already feared that he had to stay on the streets for a night until he could ask someone where a nearby hotel was located.
A shimmer of hope bloomed inside of his chest when his eyes finally found the person responsible for the humming. He watched how they pinned something against a post and then turned to walk down another street.
Jackson called out but didn’t receive any reaction. With a huff he grabbed the handle of his suitcase and hurried to the post, wanting to see where the person was walking before actually following them.
His gaze wandered to the slip that was pinned on the post, seeing the large words “roommate wanted” at the top of it. Jackson skimmed over the information and stopped at the name on the bottom. “Y/N”, he mumbled and ripped the piece of paper off from the post, looking over the details once more even though the only thing he cared about right now was the fact there was an available room for him, which would hopefully be a lot more comfortable for him than a simple hotel room. He grabbed his suitcase again and hurried after you, his gaze never leaving your form.
You wore some dark pants, simple sneakers and a hoodie that was too large on your form and could have counted as a dress as the hem of it ended mid thigh. The closer Jackson got the more details he could see, noticing the large headphones you were wearing and preventing you from hearing his call. He also noticed something poking out between your lips, thinking it was a cigarette at first, but after you pinned another paper against a board and looked at it in thought you grabbed the thin stick and pulled a lollipop out of your mouth, tapping the sweet sugary marble against your lips.
When you turned around you flinched slightly and stared with wide eyes towards Jackson, quickly pulling your headphones down. You pressed a hand against your chest and exhaled loudly. “Gosh, you scared me”, you mumbled around your lollipop.
Jackson tilted his head and mustered you closely - from the relieved grin and breathless giggle to your nervous shuffling with your feet.
“Can I help you?”
He saw how you glanced at his suitcase before you looked back up to his face, waiting with a curious glint in your eyes for his answer.
“You’re looking for a roommate.”
“Huh?” You raised both your eyebrows before understanding dawned upon your face. “Ah, yeah. My last one moved to another town and the rent is a little too high for just one person.” You laughed lightly and tugged a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You don’t have to look anymore.” Jackson stated, observing your reaction. “Your new roommate is standing right in front of you.”
He watched you blinking rapidly and staring blankly back at him. A sigh escaped his lips and Jackson had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes. “I want that room. Can we go there now? I am kind of tired and would like to rest.”
“Huh?”
This time Jackson rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Do I need to explain this to you in a way a commoner may understand? I want that room and I want it now.”
“You don’t want to check it first if it’s to your liking?”
“No.”
Once again you blinked, slightly overwhelmed by the situation and the attitude from the man in front of you. “If you’re sure, fine with me”, you smiled and led the way, trying to make light conversation with him.
Jackson mostly ignored what you were saying, only humming every now and then, while he walked alongside you through the empty streets. It seemed like a rather quiet area, with a large park on one side where only a few street lamps illuminated the greenery. On the other side one apartment complex after the other appeared within Jackson’s view.
“Here we are”, you smiled and pulled your lollipop out of your mouth. “It’s not much but it’s home.” You opened the door to an apartment complex and waited for Jackson to get inside as well.
He followed you silently, a small sneer on his face at the interior that greeted him inside. The only thing he could think of was prison, as the stale walls and absolutely no furniture didn’t appear very welcoming.
The elevator wasn’t much better. It slightly wobbled while it moved the both of you upwards and Jackson already feared he would get stuck inside of it one day.
The elevator came to a halt on the second floor and you stepped out, guiding Jackson through a narrow hallway. He saw a bunch of doors and wondered if you just brought him to the room before you would go to your own as he couldn’t fathom why else you passed so many doors without saying a word.
At last you pulled a key out of your pocket and opened a door. You turned on the light and walked further inside, throwing your shoes into a shelf.
Jackson frowned as he saw another hallway - a shorter one this time. He watched your retreating back, waiting for you to return and tell him where his room was supposed to be.
“Come, get inside”, you called over your shoulder and disappeared around a corner.
He could hear you rummaging through some things while he slowly walked inside, closing the door behind him. Jackson put his shoes next to yours and followed you inside.
The frown was still present on his face as he walked through the smaller hallway. He observed everything closely - the paintings on the wall, a small bathroom that was slightly hidden behind another door and a closed door with a colourful sign stuck to it. Jackson didn’t want to call this area messy but it was nothing compared to what he was used to. His home had been neat and clean with nothing personal lying around. Meanwhile here he could see a lot of personal things wherever his gaze landed on.
“My previous roommate left all their furniture in the room, saying they wouldn’t need it anymore. If you don’t like it, we can throw it out tomorrow”, you started to say once Jackson appeared within your sight again, “I think we can do everything else tomorrow as well. It is pretty late after all and you said you’re tired, right?”
Jackson stared at you blankly as if he was waiting for something else.
You blinked a few times and quickly gestured towards the open room. “This would be your room. Do you want to check something else or is it okay for you to wait until tomorrow?”
Jackson only grunted and walked into the small room. He shut the door behind him immediately, to give him the privacy to inspect the room. One glance around and Jackson knew this room wasn’t even half as big as his old closet.
A scoff escaped his lips as he walked further into the room, turning around his own axis. How could anyone live like this, he wondered, these conditions felt almost inhumane. Jackson wished his father would reach out to him soon. He couldn’t and most importantly didn’t want to live like this.
To his dismay his father didn’t reach out to him. Instead you kept pestering him about the contract and the lease. Even after he signed the contract and shoved it right back into your chest - same with a cheque - you made several attempts to talk about it again.
Jackson couldn’t care less about any of that. The only thing on his mind was the fight with his father. He had called his mother two days after he arrived at your place, only to be met with disappointment.
“Jackson, where are you? I called Bambam and he said you didn’t show up at his place!” The voice of his mother was full of worry and he could basically see the tears welling up in her eyes and her lip quivering.
“I found another place to stay at.” Jackson mumbled and looked once again around the small room, feeling almost trapped inside the tiny space.
“Are you alright?
“What do you think?” Jackson snapped and rubbed one hand over his face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to”, he sighed deeply and closed his eyes, trying to regain his composure.
“Oh my poor, poor baby.”
Before Jackson could ease the mind of his mother, he heard some voices in the background. A frown appeared on his face when he recognised the voice of his father.
“Who are you talking to? Is that Jackson?”
His mother couldn’t answer, instead Jackson heard her protest and her voice grew distant over the speaker.
“Jackson?”
“Father.”
“You are not welcome. Neither in presence nor over the phone. Do not call again.” His father hissed angrily.
“I know I messed up, okay? And I’m sorry, father.”
For a moment it was silent and a glimmer of hope sparked in Jackson’s chest. He hoped his father would accept his apology and let him come home again. Jackson wished to have his old room again - or at least a room that was as big as the whole apartment here.
“As far as I know”, his father paused and sighed, “I don’t have a son.”
The last thing Jackson heard was the outcry from his mother before the line went dead. He blinked a few times, feeling tears getting caught in his eyelashes. He swallowed harshly, trying to process the last sentence that kept repeating itself inside of his mind.
That same night Jackson pulled out his priced Whiskey from his luggage, hoping to drown out the echo of his father’s voice with some alcohol. At least with the numbness spreading through his body and clouding his mind he was able to tolerate his current situation.
He wasn’t able to get in contact with his mother again after that. Most likely because his number has been blocked by his father. Jackson missed his mother and his home, the comfort he had there. Now he had nothing that comforted him - besides his alcohol.
But even the alcohol didn’t help drowning out the presence of the other person within this apartment.
Weeks passed and Jackson continued to ignore your presence to the best of his abilities. He left the room when you entered, locked himself inside of his own room or turned up the music so you couldn’t talk to him - even though he noticed you didn’t even try anymore. Not that your glances of pity were any better.
The only positive thing Jackson could think of was the fact you barely stayed at the apartment. He heard you leaving early in the morning whenever another nightmare had woken him up and prevented him from falling asleep again. Slowly but surely he could remember your schedule - not just from the times you came and go, but also because he listened to some of your phone calls in the kitchen where you whined about your several jobs - and knew when to avoid being outside of his room.
At least he thought he knew your schedule by now.
As he thought you’d be out until the late hours of the night, Jackson had caved to Bambam’s begging and constant phone terror. Surely he would have preferred to meet Bambam in a restaurant but the younger man insisted on visiting him at his new home.
Though Jackson wouldn’t call this his home. It didn’t feel like home. There was nothing that belonged to him or showed he lived there as well. He didn’t even unpack his luggage except for his Whiskey, which he promptly placed on the couch table with two glasses he had found.
“It’s good to see you, man!” Bambam greeted him boisterously when he arrived and pushed himself past Jackson, immediately taking everything he saw in. “Never thought you’d live in a place like this. How are you even alive, man?”
Jackson didn’t answer and simply sat down on the couch, filling both glasses up with the alcohol. He downed his own glass and refilled it before he offered the second glass to his friend, who merrily continued talking. Some things didn’t change and Bambam being able to distract him from his misery was one of the things.
Jackson leaned back and nursed the glass of alcohol in his hand while he listened with a content expression, watching Bambam avidly moving his hands as he retold some party he had gone to.
He had no idea how long the both of them had been talking but when his eyes shifted to the corner of the living room, he noticed you standing there with a confused expression. Jackson immediately tensed, notifying Bambam about your presence.
Bambam turned his head and locked eyes with you. His plump lips stretched into a wide smile. “Hello beautiful!”
Jackson saw you frown and shortly glanced down at your attire. He could guess you questioned whether you actually looked beautiful and not like some sort of sleep-deprived zombie.
“I’m Bambam! Jackson’s best friend. I’m so glad you took him in! You have no idea how worried I was when he didn’t arrive at my place that night and I just couldn’t reach him.” Bambam patted on the couch right next to him, inviting you to join their little conversation. “It took ages for me to convince Jackson to invite me! Can you believe it? During all these months he refused to invite me, telling me it wasn’t my standard.” Bambam shot a dirty look towards Jackson and clicked his tongue before he turned with the same wide grin back to you. “I think your tiny apartment is very charming. It definitely shows your own style.”
You simply nodded while Jackson rolled his eyes at Bambam’s antics, knowing full well he loved being overly dramatic.
“Beautiful, you should join us. We just talked about the latest gossip. Maybe it would be really fun to hear your opinion over a cup of tea?”
Jackson tensed and glared at Bambam. He desperately wanted to cuss at his friend and tell him to shut up, instead he only gritted his teeth and turned his attention to your form.
“Thank you for the invitation”, you said softly, trying to smile as sincere as possible, “I can make you two a cup of tea but I can’t join you two. I wanted to go job hunting since I have a day off.”
Jackson frowned upon hearing your answer, his initial glare vanishing from his features. On one hand he felt relieved you weren’t joining the conversation. On the other hand your reasoning confused him. If he remembered it correctly you already had two main jobs next to your college classes and the additional dog walking you just took on a week ago. There was no way you could add another job.
You excused yourself and walked into the kitchen, preparing the two cups of tea and leaving the two men somewhat alone again.
“Didn’t you just say she already works several jobs?” Bambam leaned over the couch as he whispered to his friend, keeping you in his sight out of the corner of his eye.
“I did.”
“Why would she search for another one then?”
Jackson shrugged with his shoulders. “Beats me.”
“Don’t you two talk with each other?” Bambam fully turned to Jackson, eyeing him with a glint of suspicion in his eyes. “You really shut everyone out, huh?”
“She’s a stranger. I didn’t shut her out.”
“This woman is your roommate. And even though I don’t understand their world completely, I know that roommates are supposed to communicate with each other. In some dramas they even work together and share tasks and help each other out.” Bambam sighed dreamily, drifting off into the world of his dramas.
“I gave her a check. That should be more than enough help.” Jackson grunted and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Bambam’s words stung unexpectedly and it bugged Jackson more than he wanted to admit.
“Is the check even decked? I would have thought your father cut every tie between you and your family. Especially the money tie.”
Jackson tensed again, dread filling his body like a darkness covering his whole being. It clawed at his throat, creating a big lump inside of it to restrict Jackson’s breathing. His hands felt clammy out of nowhere and he desperately tried to wipe them dry on his pants again, placing his now empty glass back on the table.
“Maybe you should start talking with her”, Bambam hissed before he straightened again and smiled at your returning form. “You’re such a thoughtful host, beautiful.”
Jackson watched you place the two cups on the table, hesitating momentarily as you noticed the whiskey on it. For a split second your gaze met his but you quickly diverted it again, smiling awkwardly and saying your goodbye before you left the living room.
Only after Jackson heard the click of the door to your room did he look back at Bambam, a small pout forming on his lips. “How am I supposed to talk to her?”
“You could have started with a simple thank you just now instead of glaring at her like she is the evil in personification, man.” Bambam snickered softly and shook his head, ignoring Jackson’s prominent pout. “How do you normally start talking to others?”
Jackson slumped down on the couch, arms still crossed over his chest. “I don’t. People know who I am, they flock around me and start talking. Mostly trying to impress me and I simply tolerate their presence.”
Bambam snickered again. “You gotta work on that, man.”
And Jackson tried working on it but it never got past a short greeting and a quick goodbye. The fact you barely stayed at the apartment, now turned out to be a burden more than a blessing. The rare moments you were in the kitchen, nursing a cup of tea while working on some stuff for your college courses, got quickly interrupted by your phone buzzing obnoxiously.
Jackson mostly just stood in the doorway, desperately trying to find something he could say besides the simple ‘hey’. Though the second he mustered the courage to ask you, your phone buzzed and you excused yourself, telling him work was calling before you dismissed yourself into your room.
More times passed and Jackson grew more and more frustrated. How could it be that complicated to hold one conversation? He even tried waiting for you but you would only prepare your cup of tea silently in his presence - not initiating a conversation at all.
When Jackson complained towards Bambam about it, lying on the mattress and staring up at the white-ish ceiling, he was met with laughter. “At least one of us is having fun”, he grumbled into the phone and rubbed a hand over his face.
“Who would have thought that the infamous Jackson Wang isn’t able to talk to his roommate?”
“I tried, man, I tried.”
“Jacks, my man, it’s alright”, Bambam reassured him, barely suppressing the giggling in his voice, “you just need to blow off some steam. Let me send you a number. They will redirect you to one of their workers, who will help you to have a good time. All anonymous. You can even practise your conversation skills.”
“Fine.” Jackson placed his arm over his eyes, sulking about the fact that Bambam’s solution wasn’t really a solution for his problem. Yet, he might get a clear head from this and find a real solution afterwards.
Bambam immediately sent him the phone number after they cut the phone call, adding a dozen of suggestive smileys in the message as well as a small payment so Jackson could use the service.
Jackson stared at the number, his thumb hovering over the call button. His eyes wandered to the digital clock on the nightstand, showing it was close to midnight. He cursed under his breath and pressed the button, holding the phone to his ear as he waited with baited breath.
“Secret phone call, anonymous and discreet, how can I help you?” The sultry voice of a woman greeted him, waiting patiently for Jackson to answer.
Once everything was sorted out the woman explained the system of the Secret phone call company. “I’ll connect you with one of our girls now. After you two are done, she will send you a message, offering you to become her future customer. If you don’t want that, simply call this number again and we will find you a new sweetheart.”
It rang one, two, three times before the call got reconnected. “Hey”, a soft voice spoke into the phone, “you can call me baby. I’ll be your girl for as long as you want me. How can I call you?”
Jackson’s breath hitched. The voice felt familiar but he couldn’t put a finger on it. “Uhm”, he hesitated, feeling he shouldn’t say his real name. “I’m, well, you can call me, uhm.”
The soft giggle on the other end of the line made Jackson’s heart do summersaults inside his chest. “Maybe we can figure that out while we talk? What would you like to do today?”
“A friend of mine said I should blow off some steam”, Jackson grumbled, pout prominent in his tone.
“Awe, such a thoughtful friend. Are you having a hard time?”
Jackson swallowed harshly. He wasn’t sure whether the question was intended to have a double meaning or not. “The worst”, he answered, keeping it casual - despite his free hand wandering down to his crotch. Something about that soft voice made his dick twitch.
“How can I help you to feel better?”
“Fuck”, Jackson exhaled slowly, picturing he wasn’t alone in this room anymore.
“Would it help you if I massaged your shoulders?”
Jackson hummed softly. “Only if you straddle my lap while doing so.”
“I- I can do that.”
Jackson pressed his palm down on his hardening cock, imagining the woman on the other side of the line sitting on his lap now. She sounded so innocent with her questions and that sweet, sweet voice. Feeling bold due to the anonymity, Jackson spoke up again: “Would you unbutton my shirt for me, baby?”
He heard the shaky inhale, before she agreed. Jackson quickly unbuttoned his own shirt, brushing it away from his chest. The cool air hit his skin and sent small shivers throughout his body.
“Is there any-anything else I could help you with so you can relax?”
“Would you undress for me, baby?” Jackson bit on his lower lip, eyes sealed shut as he imagined a body to the voice, slowly stripping above him. He intently listened to the rustling of fabric until it got silent. “Did you only take off your shirt?”
“Ye-yes”, the voice admitted hesitantly, “but I didn’t wear a bra or pants. So- so I’m only in my panties now.”
“Shit”, Jackson cursed and quickly fumbled with his pants, pushing his free hand down and into his boxers. “You’re too adorable, baby.” He grabbed his dick and pulled it out, pumping himself several times. “Do you have another idea that might help me relax?” By now Jackson just needed to hear that soft voice, he wanted to hear soft whimpers and shaky breaths while he pictured fucking her.
“Would rocking my hips help?”
“Yes, baby, definitely”, Jackson sighed, gripping his shaft a little tighter. “Can you touch yourself? Pretending you’re rocking on my hard dick?” Jackson’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when he heard the soft whimpers on the other side of the line. “That’s it baby, you’re being so good for me.”
Soon enough Jackson came over his own stomach, squeezing his cock empty with every spurt. He inhaled deeply before he leaned on his elbows and looked down at his chest and lower stomach. White strings of cum painted his upper body. “You created quite the mess, baby”, he chuckled and dropped back on the mattress, quietly listening to the fast breathing.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be”, Jackson quickly spoke into the phone, “I, uhm, I actually enjoyed this. Thank you.”
A soft laugh came through the phone. “I’m glad, I liked it too.”
“Yeah?” Jackson piped up, staring up at the ceiling again. “Could we do this again? Tomorrow, same time?”
“Of course.”
“Great! Well, uhm, I guess I should hang up now.” Jackson laughed awkwardly. “I still have to clean up a little.”
The soft laugh and quiet goodbye were the last things Jackson heard before he cut the call, dropping his arm and phone onto the mattress. He stared at the ceiling, mind still racing with thoughts about what just happened.
He conversed with a person, who didn’t know who he was. Kinda conversed. At least he talked with somebody. Jackson had to admit, it felt nice speaking to someone, who didn’t immediately judge him.
While Jackson continued to call the number and talk with Baby nearly every night, he made little to no progress with you. And knowing the payment from Bambam wouldn’t last forever let his mood plummet even more. He needed his dad to forgive him.
Jackson curled into himself on the mattress and grabbed his phone, dialling the number like second nature. “Hey baby”, he whispered once the call connected.
“Hey”, her strangled voice greeted him.
Jackson piped up immediately, sitting on his bed now with a deep frown. “What happened?” He heard the soft sniffles on the other side of the phone, pressing for an answer.
“Nothing really. We should focus on you anyway.”
Part of Jackson knew his past self would have done exactly that but over the time he had talked to this soft voice he had developed feelings. So now he wouldn’t simply dismiss her condition.
He heard a choked laugh followed by more sniffles. “It’s just” - a deep sigh - “I’m not cut out for this job.”
“Why not? You’re doing amazing!”
She laughed again, less choked up this time. “You’re the only one that thinks so. I just got yelled at by some geezer because I wasn’t moaning loud enough for him.” Jackson heard the soft hiccup, realising she actually cried. “I never wanted to do this job but without it I can’t earn enough money.”
“I can pay you”, Jackson blurted out - realising a second too late that he had no means to actually do that. He cursed himself for not thinking before speaking.
“I couldn’t ask that from you. I just - I just need to endure this a little longer.”
Jackson wanted to say something, wanted to cheer her up again but for once he didn’t know what to say to her. The worry about money and jobs faintly reminded him of you and a pang of guilt hit his stomach.
“You didn’t sound so chipper either. What’s on your mind?”
“A lot”, Jackson admitted as he laid down on the mattress again. “My father kicked me out of my home and I haven’t been in contact with my family ever since.” He sighed deeply. “I miss my mom.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that. Is there a way for your father to reconsider?”
Jackson scoffed and shook his head. “Probably not. This stubborn old man doesn’t even consider me as his son anymore. All that because I drove his car into the pool during a party.”
“You what?” Jackson heard the shocked inhale, followed by a disbelieving chuckle. “Oh wow, my parents would have buried me alive.”
“It wasn’t even his favourite car.” Jackson pouted momentarily before a small smile stretched over his lips.
“Oh, I see”, her tone became teasing, “then it isn’t that bad.”
“Right?”
She laughed softly and Jackson could imagine her shaking her head at him. “Did you ever consider that your dad wants you to take responsibility for your actions?”
“How should I do that?”
“I don’t know, maybe work diligently instead of partying and driving cars into pools.” She giggled lightly. “Or are you asking how to take responsibility?”
Jackson grinned into the darkness of his room. “Maybe”, he whispered, “Is there a way to train it?”
“Maybe”, she whispered back, her breath hitching softly. “Would you take responsibility for my heart pounding so quickly whenever I talk to you?”
Jackson exhaled loudly, barely able to contain the excitement coursing through his whole body. “So you’re saying I’m responsible for that, baby?”
“Yes.”
The answer wasn’t more than a breath but that was enough to make his own heart flutter like crazy. “And how should I take responsibility for that?”
“I don’t know”, she giggled quietly and Jackson knew she played coy.
“How about making you feel really good tonight? Would you like that, baby?” Upon hearing her soft hum Jackson continued speaking. He guided you with his words, telling you exactly what you should do.
It started from stripping down, to twisting and pinching the nipples down to playing with that sweet little pussy.
Jackson stroked himself lazily, more focused on her moans and irregular breaths. If he concentrated enough, he could even hear the lewd noises created by her slicked fingers going in and out of her core. “That’s it, baby”, he exhaled slowly. “Try curling your fingers now whenever you push them deep inside.”
The high pitched whine he received afterwards was everything to Jackson. “That’s it, keep doing that and right when it feels like too much, cum.”
Her whimpers quickened and turned desperate, while the lewd noises got louder. She choked on thin air, followed by a long moan. “Fuck me”, she whispered after a few moments, slowly coming down from her high.
“Next time”, Jackson teased, finishing his own pleasure with a few more strokes. He cleaned himself up and dropped back down on the mattress, silently listening to her cleaning up as well.
“Do you think my father would forgive me when I pay the repair costs of the car?” Jackson dreaded the end of the phone call, fearing he would feel as worthless and unimportant again.
“I’m not sure”, her soft voice sounded through the darkness, “but it would be a beginning. Either way I’m cheering for you.”
Jackson grinned, feeling how his heart eased down again. “Thank you.” He placed one of his hands over his chest. “Your words really cheer me up.”
“I’m your girl for as long as you want me.”
‘I’ll always want you.’ That’s what Jackson thought but he was too afraid saying these words out loud. At least not yet. “I’ll let my girl sleep for tonight now. And update you next time.” With that Jackson bid his goodbye and cut the call, staring for a moment longer up towards the ceiling.
He needed a job to start turning things around.
“I need you to help me get a job”, Jackson blurted out the second he came into the kitchen the next morning, looking at you with determination in his eyes and completely forgetting to greet you first.
“Huh?”
Jackson rolled his eyes before he sat down on the opposite side from you. “You’re working several jobs, don’t you? Help me introduce myself to one of your bosses so I can work there too.”
You stared at him as if he had grown a second head. “I, uh, what?”
“I need a job and I’m asking for your help.” Jackson pursed his lips, how could you be so dense.
“I guess you can join me at the café”, you wondered out loud, tapping your lips with the spoon in your hand. “The boss is constantly complaining about not having enough staff and I can’t take more shifts.”
“Great! Let’s do this!”
You got assigned to ease Jackson into the job at the café. Jackson wasn’t too fond of that idea at first, not wanting to make a fool out of himself in front of you. Though your everlasting patience and easy to follow explanations helped him learn quickly.
Soon enough Jackson was able to take over shifts without your help until he almost worked full time at the café.
Having the same job as you had some other perks as well. It made it easier to talk to you at the apartment when both of you were in the kitchen or living room. Even Bambam noticed the slight shift between you.
“I got my first paycheck today”, Jackson mumbled into the phone, staring down at the piece of paper. The amount was nothing compared to what he was used to but it felt like so much more.
“That’s wonderful”, her soft voice resonated through his whole body. “What are you going to use it for?”
Jackson shrugged his shoulders, suddenly thinking of you. “I guess I’m using it for the right thing.”
She giggled softly. “Sounds like you’re taking responsibility.”
“Am I?” Jackson chuckled lowly and shook his head. “Maybe I am.”
The very next day he confronted you in the kitchen again, handing you his paycheck. “For rent and stuff.”
You stared down at the check and then back up at him again. “All of it? You can’t be serious.”
“Lived here long enough without doing a thing”, Jackson mumbled and avoided looking at you. “I don’t have any other expenses for now. I want to take responsibility and help out. Though I might need some teaching for that.”
You smiled at him, tilting your head a little. “I can do that”, you said softly as you placed your hand on his lower arm and squeezed it reassuringly.
Jackson stared at you, the ghost of your touch still on his arm. Something within his mind bugged him about this situation but he couldn’t put a finger on it, knowing he never experienced a situation like this before. His gaze dropped down to your lips and back up again, while his heart started pounding against his ribcage.
Was he just projecting or wishfully thinking - maybe even hoping - the voice that helped him so much all this time on the phone might be yours after all? He quickly shook his head before he nodded slowly and thanked you, going back into his room.
His heart nearly jumped out of his throat as he waited for the phone call to connect. Throughout the whole day he had been thinking about it and Jackson desperately needed to get that thought out of his head again. “Hey baby.”
“Hey, it’s good to hear you again”, her tone was light as she spoke. “You made me miss you.”
Jackson laughed quietly. “I called yesterday and we both know I can’t call during the day.”
“I still missed you.”
“Oh, did my baby miss me? How can I make it up to you, hm?” Jackson teased as he palmed himself through his pants. “I have a feeling you’re a little desperate for me, aren’t you?”
She breathed shakily, her lust apparent even for Jackson on the other side of the line.
“Tell me, baby, what do you want?”
“Want you.”
Jackson exhaled and threw his head back, pressing even harder down on his cock. “Oh baby”, he mumbled into the phone, his voice husky with lust. “Do me a favour and play with yourself. Don’t push your fingers in though. Not yet at least.” He groaned upon hearing the soft whimpers, his own hand quickly going into his pants as well. Jackson closed his eyes, fully emerging into this little fantasy. “Shit, I love those tiny moans and whimpers. You’re driving me crazy, Y/N.”
“Fuck, Jackson, please.”
Jackson stilled, his eyes wide open. “What?” The line went eerily silent and before he could say anything else the call got cut.
He barely noticed how he dropped his phone, his body moving on autopilot as he burst into your room. Jackson stared at you, sitting in the corner of your bed, one hand clutched over your mouth and eyes widened in shock.
You ever so slowly pulled your hand away from your lips. “I’m so sorry…”
Jackson quickly crossed the distance between you two, leaning on the bed with one knee and grabbing your face so he could pull you into a deep kiss.
You yelped in surprise but it got drowned out by his lips crashing against yours. Your hands held onto his shirt, unconsciously pulling Jackson closer against your form.
Only when the both of you needed air did you separate, panting heavily. Jackson caressed your cheek with his thumb, his gaze jumping between your eyes. “I wanted to do that for so long.” He kissed you again. Now with less force. Instead Jackson took his time exploring you and your needs with that kiss, moving you around the bed until you were flat on your back and he hovered above you.
Jackson kissed down your jawline and your neck, murmuring sweet promises against your skin. One of his hands wandered downwards along your side, playing with the hem of your shirt where his knuckles brushed over your bare stomach every now and then.
You reacted so well to Jackson’s soft ministrations, writhing, moaning and whimpering underneath him. “You should quit that job”, he whispered, pushing your shirt up to reveal your stomach. He littered the bare skin with kisses, his thumbs brushing against the underside of your boobs. “Those geezers don’t deserve you, don’t deserve hearing you.”
You groaned and arched your back, pleading for him to touch you. With swift hands you shimmied out of your shirt and pants, being almost completely naked underneath him.
Jackson leaned down and kissed your breasts - even nipped at your perked nipples gently. “I can’t believe you were this close all the time.” He groaned from the lust building inside of him. “You helped me all this time, brightened my otherwise dull day.” Jackson placed his hands on your knees and pushed your legs apart, positioning himself between them. “Let me repay you for that, love. What do you want?”
“Want you”, you breathed out, gaze clouded with desire. “Please, I want you.”
Jackson cursed and nearly ripped your panties off. He inhaled your sweet scent, groaning with want, as he pushed his tongue between your folds.
You wanted to shut your legs but Jackson easily held them open, continuing to fuck you with his tongue. Your choked gasps of pleasure turned into moans and whining as he started circling your nub with his thumb. “Oh, Jackson, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, please.”
“What do you need, love?” He asked without moving away from your core, continuing to pleasure you while he waited for your answer. “You’re so wet for me and you taste so incredibly sweet.”
“Please, Jackson, please”, you threw your head back, quivering under his touch, “I need your cock, please. Please, fuck me.”
Once again Jackson cursed and pushed himself away, smirking upon hearing your disappointed whining. He discarded his own clothes as fast as possible, not paying attention to where he threw them, and crawled back over you. He lowered his hips, rubbing his thick shaft along your folds until it was covered in your wetness.
With one hand Jackson aligned the head of his cock with your entrance, carefully pushing into you. “So fucking tight”, he grunted, his own pleasure spiking up like crazy. After he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, Jackson leaned down and kissed you. He brushed a few strands of hair out of your face and simply admired the sight underneath him. “Shit, you’re gorgeous.”
Your walls clenched around his shaft, making Jackson groan from the sensation. “Please fuck me”, you mumbled softly, running your fingers through his hair.
“With pleasure.” Jackson pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained inside you, just to slam his whole length back into you. He pumped into you over and over again, eliciting one sweet sound from you after another.
Jackson felt your walls clenching around his dick, keeping it in a vice grip. The second you screamed his name and spasmed underneath him, Jackson pulled out. He rubbed your nub with his thumb while he pumped his hard cock until his seed spurted out and painted your stomach white.
Breathing heavily Jackson got up and grabbed some tissues from your desk, coming back and cleaning you up. Afterwards he plopped down next to you, wrapping an arm around your middle and pulling you close.
“Jackson?” You asked hesitantly, turning in his hold until you looked at him. “What does this mean for us now?”
“Like I said, hopefully you quit that job. I don’t think I could share you any longer.” He grinned lovingly and kissed your forehead, the grin getting even wider when you giggled. “I’ll do anything to hear you laugh, love.”
“You were the only one keeping me there.”
Jackson growled playfully and nipped at your neck. “You have me here now.”
“Even if your dad forgives you?”
“Even then. Just be prepared for my mom to come over at any given time.” He laughed lightly and kissed you again. “But until that happens it’s only the two of us.”
