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Jackson Wang as a husband
Disclaimer(This is all for entertainment purposes, I do not claim to be 100% accurate, this is all based on my intuition, I do not know this man in real life.)
╰┈➤ Knight of cups upright + The hierophant upright + Ten of cups upright + Six of cups upright + The sun upright.
Okay he can be very romantic, dreamy and idealistic, he's the type to spoil his lover/spouse, taking his wife on lots of romantic dates, and for Valentine's think of those rose petals in the hallway leading to the bedroom and all you see is a lights down low with candles, and roses/and petals on the bed, and table where it has champagne, and chocolate covered strawberries. I see him being the traditional husband in marriage, having some conservative values, he wants to be the leader, family protector, financial provider within the family, also meaning he wants a woman with the same mindset as him, taking care of the household, again see him wanting his own little family in the future, passing off what he knows or learned over the years to his children, think of this you and him on the beach happily watching your kids play and think wow this is what we created. This sun card is telling me this is what he truly wants and desires and the thought of it makes him happy. Having his own family would truly heal him. Bottom of the deck we have the Queen of cups upright, again he wants a woman spiritually on his level, same values, emotionally intelligent, soft and submissive, I see him probably marrying a woman who is younger than him with this card, this whole spread is telling that this man is a macho lol, anyways the end.
Holding Your Baby For The First Time ~ Jackson Wang
A quick thanks came from both of you as the door to your delivery suite closed, with the midwifes checking over everything to make sure that the two of you could be left alone, with Jackson immediately pulling his chair across closer towards you.
His hand reached out straight away to brush over the top of your daughter’s head as she rested on your chest. He was in awe as he studied her, struggling to believe that something so small was his, and for the rest of his life too.
“Isn’t she just the sweetest?” You asked Jackson as your eyes watched over him and the delicate touch that he had as he brushed over her head.
“My heart has never felt so full,” Jackson whispered in reply.
From the moment he found out that you were pregnant, Jackson had had a smile on his face. He couldn’t wait for it all, and now that your daughter had finally arrived, he couldn’t wait for the many adventures that the three of you were about to go on.
It had been the best and the worst time of his life watching you in labour. There were plenty of times when Jackson wanted to help you, take the pain away, but he just couldn’t. He couldn’t wait for her to arrive, getting more and more excited with every passing minute though.
“Look at how perfectly she fits with you too,” Jackson laughed as his eyes continued to stare, “I can’t believe how incredible you are, you were amazing Y/N.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” you quickly assured Jackson.
His head shook back across at you, he knew that you were tough enough to do it yourself. He had wanted to do more if anything, make sure that you knew that he was there.
“I’ve had her for quite a while,” you told Jackson as you brought your hand up to rest against her back. “Do you want to hold her for a little while? She can’t spend the rest of the day on me, she needs to be with you too.”
“Are you sure?” Jackson quizzed, the confidence draining out of him as he reminded himself once again of just how small your daughter was on you.
Your head nodded as you slowly sat yourself upright, placing both of your hands onto your daughter to bring her properly into your hold. Jackson pulled himself even closer to you as he held his arms out, allowing you to slowly place your daughter into his hold.
“You’ve held a baby before, you’ve got this,” you told him as a sharp intake of breath came from him as soon as he felt your daughter touch him, worried that something bad might happen.
Jackson took a deep breath in as your arms slowly let her go, leaving her just in Jackson’s hold. “There feels like there’s so much more responsibility when you’re holding your child,” Jackson told you, shuffling back in his chair slightly.
Despite how nervous he was, he soon settled, staring down at your daughter with a wide smile on his face. It was the moment that Jackson had dreamt of several times whilst you were pregnant, impatiently waiting for the day when he’d be able to hold his daughter for the first time and let her know exactly who he was and how much he loved her.
You expected nothing less from Jackson as he looked across to you momentarily. “How does it feel to finally hold your daughter for the first time?”
“Surreal,” he chuckled, keeping his voice nice and quiet to make sure that he didn’t disturb her sleep. “I’ve pictured this so many times, and yet not a single dream that I’ve had compares to just how magical it actually feels to finally be able to hold her.”
You pushed yourself further up your bed too to be able to sit properly in front of the two of them. “I wish we could just stay like this together; I don’t think I’ve ever seen your smile as wide as it is right now holding onto her.”
His heart was racing, feeling as if he needed someone to pinch him to make sure that what was happening was really real. He couldn’t believe it, no matter how many times he looked at your daughter, it all still felt as if it was far too good to be true for Jackson.
“You’re never going to let her go now, are you?” You asked Jackson, noticing the obsession in his eyes.
His head shook back across at you straight away, “I don’t plan on ever letting her go. Even when she’s an adult, no boy will ever get to hold onto her.”
“You can’t hold her forever, even though you’d like to Jackson.”
His eyebrows raised across at you, making sure that you weren’t doubting him. During the many times when he spoke to your bump whilst cuddled up to you, he made sure that they knew that he was going to protect them.
“I’ve done a good enough job of protecting you,” he proudly smiled, “protecting my daughter should be the easiest job in the world.”
Your smile grew as Jackson spoke, refusing to underestimate just how protective he could be when he wanted to. He wasn’t wrong, he had always kept you safe, keeping his arm wrapped around you as much as he possibly could, especially when he began to worry that you were going to get hurt by something, or even worse, someone.
“You look like a natural by the way,” you spoke as silence fell between the two of you. “If you want my opinion, then you’ve definitely got the hot dad aesthetic well and truly down, the two of you look adorable together.”
Another quiet laugh came from Jackson, “I probably look exhausted Y/N, I’ve not slept in three days worrying about you going into labour. My hair has never felt as knotty, and my face probably makes me look ten years older.”
“It’s good preparation for all the sleepless nights that are about to come our way,” you teased, “if you think it’s bad now, you just wait for a week or two.”
“I have a feeling I’ll survive,” Jackson replied to you, “mainly because I’m already finding it pretty impossible to say no to this face. I mean look how cute she is, it’s unfair that someone can already look so adorable when they’ve only been here for an hour.”
You couldn’t deny that your daughter was sweet, although the two of you might be a little bias, even the midwifes had given the two of you plenty of compliments too.
“You know if you want to rest after everything, I can keep an eye on Y/D/N,” Jackson told you as he watched you shuffle.
You couldn’t deny that you were exhausted, everyone had told you to prepare for labour, but you had never prepared yourself for just how hard it was. The only thing that kept you going was Jackson beside you, who never let you get yourself down once.
“All she’s doing is sleeping, that’s what you should be doing too after how hard you’ve worked over the past couple of days,” Jackson assured you. “If anything happens, or one of the midwifes comes back in then I’ll make sure to wake you, I won’t let you miss out on anything if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Your head nodded as you began to rest back, “are you sure that you’re going to be alright if I close my eyes for a while?”
Cruel - Slight Yandere!Demon King!Jackson Wang X Reader
Slight Yandere AU & Demon AU- Based off of Cruel by Jackson Wang
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst
Pairing: Jackson X Reader
Words: 3,421
Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: So I know this isn’t the update I mentioned earlier but as soon as I watched the MV and listened to this song I was hit by the inspiration and motivation freight train (which, honestly, is quite surprising for me as of late) so I really wanted to get this written and posted. I think this MV is honestly going to be one of my favourites, it’s just so amazing and the aesthetic is right up my alley oof.... anyways, I really hope you all like this one even if it’s a bit short! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~
They took you. They thought they could keep him away from you, but oh, how wrong they were.
Nobody touches what’s his and gets away with it, least of all if that someone is you.
They took you away from him, and now they must pay.
The underworld can be a cruel place, not meant for the feint of heart. It takes a brave soul to be able to travers its expanses unless you are one of the Seven rulers of the land. One of which has been missing for centuries, leaving the Six remaining to divvy up the territories, and rule over those that remain.
Everyone knows the most basic rule: it is not a land for humans.
Until one was brought here against their will.
Of the Seven rulers, Five Queens and One King remained. Led by Queen Selkie, the Five Queens plotted against the King, for he should not be sharing a bed with someone else. A mortal no less. A mortal who had no idea of the demon they let into their home every night.
Thus, you were kidnapped in the middle of the night. Torn right from within his grasp, weakened by the power of Four under the Fifth, who commanded your capture upon learning of his connection to you.
If she couldn’t have him, no one can.
Selkie’s love for Jackson was strong, her desire for him twisting deep into the darkest parts of her soul. What she didn’t realize, though, was that he was the same way. Only, his darkness ran deeper; was stronger, and all because of you.
Which is exactly why they had to take you from him, to lure him right into their trap once and for all.
It was no easy feat, kidnapping you right from beneath his nose, but they did it. Too many of their underlings lost their lives keeping him busy long enough for the Queens to bring you back to the underworld. By the time Jackson had arrived, his shirt had already been torn to shreds, his skin bathed in the blood of the damned.
Phasing into the underworld in a haze of smoke, Jackson’s feet touch the ashen wasteland of his home. Fires already burn around him as he breathes in the all too familiar toxic fumes. No flame blazes as bright, or as intensely, as his eyes do. Eyes which frantically search for any sign of you.
Taking a step forward, Jackson puffs out a breath of flames, needing to expel some of the pent up energy he’s created fighting off the underlings from earlier. Besides, if he doesn’t find you soon, he may just go insane. That is, if he hasn’t already.
Luckily, it doesn’t look as if he’ll have to look very far, for one of the Four materializes before him, a dagger held in her hand.
“Where are they?” Jackson’s voice is but a growl as he locks eyes with the Queen in front of him.
Her own eyes burn gold as they meet his own, a hiss passing her lips, “soon to be dead. As they should be.”
A roar escapes him as Jackson lunges for the Queen. Extending his arm, he gravitates her body towards his, catching her by surprise as he lands the first hit. Her eyes widen as he mockingly caresses the side of her face, cupping her jaw in his hand.
The dagger falls to the ground as her lips part. The fury blazing within his eyes is like nothing that she’s ever seen before. Incurring the wrath of the One King is not something any one of them should have taken lightly, but now, faced with the full force of Jackson’s rage, his insanity, she cannot stop the tremor that runs through her body.
What have they done?
Moving quickly, the Queen slaps his arm away, bringing her other hand up to wrap around his neck. Unfortunately, she isn’t fast enough, and Jackson shoves her off of him in the next moment.
He scowls, the Three other Queens materializing out of thin air to surround him.
“You won’t get away with this,” he spits, eyes like liquid gold.
The Four Queens manage to bind him, the Three raising their daggers to strike as one whispers in his ear, “we already have.”
A flash and he’s turned the tables, flinging the Three off of him with a force strong enough to have them dropping their daggers. The Fourth, now trapped in his embrace, struggles to free herself as his hands sear their touch onto her skin.
Tracing his one hand up to her neck, the Queen can feel her essence following in its path. Her lips part, a fiery hue escaping past them as Jackson sucks the soul right out of her. The other Three can only watch on in horror as their sister gets thrown to the side, her body now an empty husk of what it once was.
A battle cry leaves the Queens’ lips as the Three lunge at Jackson.
Taking advantage of their blind rage, Jackson easily lets himself be caught by the Three. Again, he traps one in his arms, sucking the soul right out of her as the other Two claw at him from behind.
“No!” The Two shriek as they watch yet another one of their sisters fall to the ground.
Jackson smirks, grabbing onto each Queen behind him by the neck as he uses his newly gained power to obtain the both of their souls simultaneously. As the fiery wisps enter his system, his whole body glows. Golden veins light up his skin as the Two fall to the ground, lifeless and empty.
For a moment, Jackson stands there, his eyes closed as he lets this new power wash over him. Never before has he felt so alive. Well, other than when he’s with you, of course.
Calming his racing heart, his eyes flare open, gaze lit with the flames of insanity he carries within him now. Nothing will stop him from getting you back. Nothing.
Slowly, Jackson begins to advance towards the throne that sits between the two High Pillars of the underworld. A throne which he knows Selkie has wanted to share with him since the dawn of time.
He scowls, and this time, his rage escapes him in the form of another breath of flame as he raises his head to the scorched sky above. How dare Selkie take away what’s his. How dare she touch you. If she thinks this works in her favour, then she is sadly mistaken.
The only two things on Jackson’s mind now are killing her, and saving you.
Finally, he reaches the bottom of the stairs leading up to the throne. Looking upwards, Jackson inhales the smoke from his lungs. His golden eyes burn the brightest they ever have, like liquid flame, as he slowly begins the ascent to the throne.
The moment his head breaches the peak of the stairs, a gasp is escaping your lips. Never before have you see the look in Jackson’s golden eyes. The look of a crazed man, who has been betrayed, but will also stop at nothing to reclaim what has been taken from him.
With wide eyes, you assess his figure.
Black blood covers almost every inch of his bare torso, smeared along his neck and all over his hands. You swallow your suddenly dry throat as he meets your gaze, and he looks almost relieved to see that you’re still breathing.
There you sit, beaten and bloody on the ground, dirt covering your wounds. Never has he felt so close to you, yet so far away at the same time.
Selkie sits smugly on the throne before him, her legs crossed as she twirls a dagger in her hands. It’ll only take him a minute to wipe that smirk right off of her face, but he still cannot stop the relief from racing through him at seeing that you’re still alive.
His brow nearly furrows. How are you still alive? The climate of the underworld would kill any normal mortal. Unless Selkie has done something to you.
“Jackson.” His name is but a plea from your lips.
So badly does he want to speak, to tell you that he’s here, and that nothing else is going to hurt you. Except, he cannot, for Selkie beats him to it.
“See.” She hisses, a chuckle falling from her lips. “See what a demon he’s become.”
Jackson’s eyes flash briefly to glare at Selkie before softening his gaze to look at you. His heart nearly stops right then and there. You can’t be looking at him in fear, can you? No, that can’t be it. You know he would never hurt you, but who knows what lies Selkie has fed you to further her own desires.
“What have you done to them?” Jackson turns his intense gaze to the Queen before him once more.
“Me?” Selkie hums, pausing the twirling of her dagger as she looks down upon him in her throne. “Why, I simply told them the truth.” She stands. “About who you are.” She takes a single step down from her throne. “What you are.” She takes another, each phrase accented by her slow decent down the stairs of her throne. “What you become.” Another. “Your desires.” Until finally, she’s on even ground with him, standing directly beside you as you brace your hands in the dirt before you. “And how you’re only using them to get what you want.”
A silence settles over the three of you as Selkie’s words sink in. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, you speak.
“I never said I believed you.”
“Silence!” Selkie’s eyes flare gold as she backhands you across the face, your whole body crashing into the ground as dust rises at the impact.
Jackson sees red.
“Touch them again and it will be the last thing you ever do.” His voice is but a growl as his eyes flare gold, his fists clenching at his sides.
“Honestly, I don’t know what you see in a pathetic mortal,” Selkie rolls her eyes, shrugging off her jacket while cracking her neck. “You deserve a Queen. One that is both strong and cunning. Not some weakling.”
“A Queen, you say?” Jackson hums, mockingly, tilting his head slightly as he look at Selkie before him, her golden, spiked crown glinting through the hazy atmosphere. He smirks. “I already have one.”
With those words, they both lunge for each other. Selkie raises her dagger to strike, but Jackson is quick to counter, grabbing both her wrists in his own. In an instant, Selkie drops her blade, it skidding to the side as she knees Jackson in the stomach. Not even a second later, she uses her powers to flick him away.
Dragging his hand on the ground to steady himself, Jackson skids to a stop, snapping his head up to look at the slowly approaching Selkie. Taking a stand, she waves a hand in the air, making the rocks surrounding her levitate. With a flick of her wrist, she sends the stones flying at Jackson, who easily dodges them.
Landing back on his feet, Jackson is quick to look around seeing as Selkie has seemingly disappeared. You can see the furrow in his brow as she appears behind him, and you panic.
“Behind you!” You shout, just in time, too, for Jackson manages to duck beneath her next blow.
Turning around, the two come face to face once more. Selkie goes to strike him next, but Jackson parries her blow, managing to get in a hit on her ribs and sending her stumbling back.
She glares at him, and then you. Only, before she can even take another step in your direction, Jackson is stepping between the two of you. All you can see of him now is his back, but you know from the scowl that Selkie wears that she is not pleased about this turn of event.
“Your fight is with me.” He states, voice low and ominous, like the threat of an oncoming storm. “When I’m done with you, there will be nothing left.”
Selkie flexes her fingers, nails sharpening into claws. “You’ll come to regret those words.”
Again, Selkie lunges at him, swiping at his neck with her claws. Luckily, Jackson manages to dodge in time, only to get hit by the kick she sends his way right after. Stumbling forward, she uses this to her advantage, landing another blow to his side and causing him to tumble to his knees.
“Jackson!” Your voice comes out frantic as you watch Selkie hoist him up by his neck.
With her fingers digging into his skin, she uses her powers to raise them both off the ground. She smirks.
“Now, look at where that vain desire got you.” Selkie chastises mockingly, shaking her head in the process. “We could have had it all, you know? Power. Glory. Everything.” She tightens the hold she has around his neck as Jackson chokes out a gasp. “We could have been so good together, but you went and threw it all away for some human.”
Jackson can do nothing but struggle, Selkie’s powers binding him in the air as she maintains the hold she has on his neck. Slowly, she brings both of her hands up to caress the sides of his face, still keeping him bound using her powers. He grits his teeth, golden eyes ablaze as he meets her own.
“The sad part is I now have to kill you,” her eyes flit to you who Jackson can clearly see looking on in horror from over her shoulder, “and I think I’m going to enjoy it. Though, not as much as killing them.”
In an instant, his eyes widen, lips parting in protest at her words. However, before he can say anything, he can feel his soul leaving his body as she sucks the essence right out of him. Those same fiery veins that lit up his skin appear on hers, trailing down her neck as she drains the life right out of him.
Once she’s satisfied, she releases the hold she has on him. Instantly, a portal appears behind Jackson’s body, the dark clouds swirling within as Selkie flicks her wrist, sending him flying through the air. With another flick of her wrist, the portal disappears, Jackson along with it.
Carefully, her feet touch the ground and she’s turning to you once more. You, who sits there, surprisingly still, as shock courses through your body. Jackson couldn’t have been defeated so easily. It’s not possible.
Looking up at Selkie, you watch as she approaches you menacingly, a smirk clear on her features. However, what you’re not expecting, is for a dark smoke to start swirling behind her. You blink.
“Now, to dispose of you.” She snarls, teeth bared as her claws extend once more.
Just as she raises a hand to strike you down, her whole body freeze. Horror paints her face as she feels an arm snake around her torso, a separate hand wrapping around her throat.
“I thought I told you,” Jackson’s voice is low as he speaks from right beside her ear, “I’ll kill you if you touch them again.”
With a spray of blood, Jackson rips her throat out with a snarl on his face. As her ruined body falls to the ground, he absorbs the essence of her soul, the fiery substance setting his eyes ablaze once more.
Taking a deep breath while closing his eyes for a moment, he steadies his breathing. A moment later, his golden eyes are snapping open, locking onto your trembling figure.
“It’s okay,” his voice comes out much softer now, his eyes holding nothing but that fondness for you that you’ve come to know from him so well. “I’m here now. You’re safe.”
Instantly, his arms are around you, pulling you into his chest as your own wrap around his torso. Gently, he rubs circles into your back, using his powers to heal you all the while. Surprisingly, you have not shed a single tear.
“Please tell me you don’t have any more crazy exes,” you mumble, and he lets out a laugh in disbelief.
Slowly, he pulls away to look into your eyes. “I don’t know what’s more shocking. The fact that you’re taking this so well, or the fact that you thought she was my ex.”
“She wasn’t your ex?” Your brow furrows, and immediately his one hand moves to smooth the creases from your forehead.
“She did this because I wouldn’t be with her,” he replies.
This only causes your frown to deepen, “crazy bitch.”
He chuckles, a subtle smile tugging at his lips. “You don’t know the half of it.”
A small silence settles over the both of you as he continues to hold you in his arms, your head now resting on his chest. That is, until he’s breaking it once more.
“Still, you’re taking this surprisingly well.” He repeats his words from earlier.
You take a brief pause before answering, as if you’re hesitant to say your next words. “I’ve always known you were different.”
“Oh?” Jackson cannot help but be surprised. “You have, have you?”
“You’re not very good at controlling your eyes when you get emotional.” You reply, a small smirk causing the corner of your lips to tug upwards.
“I’m not?” He sounds quite appalled by this revelation.
Grabbing his face in your hands, you caress his cheeks. In an instant, you’re bringing your lips to his, wordlessly conveying how grateful you are for him, especially in this moment.
Pulling away slightly, you look into his eyes. Eyes which have once again flared gold as he continues to stare at you with that lovestruck expression on his face.
“See,” you hum, smile clear on your features. “Exactly my point.”
He doesn’t even need to look at himself to know that you’re right. After all, he can already see the glow of his eyes in the reflection of yours. An image of which that has him tightening his grip around you subconsciously.
“I thought you were going to be terrified of me,” he whispers, his gaze now downcast. “When I got here, I thought you were scared of me.”
“I could never be scared of you.” Your words set his heart racing in his chest. “If anything, I was terrified of losing you.”
“You don’t know how much those words resonate with me right now,” he says, staring deeply into your eyes. “I don’t know how I could go on without you.”
A subtle grin begins to tug at the corner of your lips, “you’re being melodramatic.”
“I’m not.” Jackson shakes his head, resting his forehead on yours as he grabs your one hand in his.
For a moment, all is silent. Even the fires burning around you seem to have gone quiet as the two of you revel in each other’s presence. Nothing could come between you now, and Jackson will always be there to make sure of it.
“Stay with me.” His words are but a whisper on the wind, but you still manage to hear them. “Rule at my side, where you are always meant to be. Never leave me, and I will never leave you. I promise you, for as long as we both shall live, nothing will ever harm you, or take you away from me again.”
You smile, giving his hand a slight squeeze with your own. “Always.”
With those words, his lips are on your once more.
Slowly, he pulls you closer, one hand finding purchase on the back of your neck while the other grips your waist. Carefully, he parts your lips with his own, breathing his essence into you.
Your whole body heats, veins of liquid fire igniting along your skin as his power washes over you. Never have you felt more alive.
Keeping your eyes closed for the moment, you feel him pull away, somewhat reluctantly. The weight of his forehead pressing against yours grounds you once more as you feel your head spin.
“I’m yours and you’re mine.” His chest rumbles with every word that he speaks.
You can only hum in response, your eyes opening to stare deeply into his own. The molten gold hue he sees igniting within your gaze is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life.
Summary: Being friends with the Got7 boys means getting roped into dance parctices with them, it’s all fun and games at first everyone is laughing and joking until Jackson makes a wrong move and injures himself. You’re with him every step of the way.
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It was a relatively chill day, the sun was shining, people were out enjoying the weather, and it was just generally a lovely day. It was lovely enough to spend the day outside but your friends Jackson, Yugyeom, Mark and Bambam have you stuck inside the studio, wanting to practice some dances ready for their upcoming shows. Why you were there, you never know, but it was nice to have them for company as they always know how to make you laugh and how to include you. Though you found yourself not the best at dancing in comparison to the boys, you still enjoyed it when they practiced their routines with you, and always cheering you on, calling you the 8th member of the group. This is something that became a regular occurance after becoming friends with Bambam, who introduced you to the rest of the boys. You couldn’t help but fall for one of them, Jackson, he intrigued you, he challenged you, he made you laugh and he just stood out to you in comparison with everyone else. But out of respect to your best friend, Bam, you never acted on your little crush, supressing it as much as you could so there was no way you feelings could get in the way of anything, so you weren’t biased when they bickered, or played games. You’ve only been in the studio for an hour before they start their usual antics, teasing each other about a move they had one, or even just the way the looked when they danced. There was never a dull moment and it made you grateful that arguements were very rare, only playful ones, where you knew how to stop them before they got out of hand and either Bam or Jackson get pissy and turn into little whiny babies. However, as it was a chill day, they were on their best behavior for a change.
“Hey, Y/N! How about you swap with Yugyeom for this dance routine? You know his parts right?” Mark teased, holding his younger in a light chokehold, ruffling up his hair as you get up to your feet, ready to step in as Jinyoung, Jaebum and Youngjae walk in, confused as to why Yugyeom was sitting down and you’re in his spot for ‘NaNaNa’. However, they shrug it off laughing as they put down their bags and continue to join the dance, teasing you that you weren’t tall enough so it threw them off. “Fine, let Yugyeom back in then!” you bite, knowing you shouldn’t with these lot as they start laughing at you, shaking their heads, “No, you have better footwork!” Jinyoung remarks, sending playful daggers to the youngest, who pouts in return, crossing his arms before poking his little tongue out. “Then stop complaining!” you retaliate. Within seconds of the song ending, and before you could even catch your breath from laughing and dancing at the same time, yugyeom comes from behind you, running up and sweeping you up onto his shoulders, “Hey, now she’s tall enough!” he excplaimed as you held on tight, scared he was going to drop you or even fall with you on his shoulders. “Put her down, we don’t need any accidents!” Jaebum shouts, in a half serious tone, but Yugyeom does as he’s told to ensure he doesn’t get a scolding later on if he did hurt you, or himself, better yet, both of you. “You’ve jinxed it now Jae,” you wink at him as he shakes his head with a grin, “Don’t now Y/N, touch wood!”.
The new choreography for one of their new songs included some stunts that were always left for either Mark and/or Jackson to do mainly. They had years of practice for this and we’re always happy to do so. You found yourself so suprised each time they did a stunt, though you knew they could do it, you always worried that something would go wrong, especially with Jackson. He could get very cocky if he was in one of his hyper moods, trying to do many stunts in a row and your heart would be in your throat each time, trying not to run to him to stop him from doing it again after he’s just done it a couple of times. Despite that, you always had faith in them, to be careful. Until this very moment. They had previously discussed about including a stunt in one of their songs, and though they were completely in agreement for it, you always wished that they’d change their mind as Jackson started to show off, as he does it once, jumping off Jaebum’s back, doing a flip then spinning to do a back flip. Your heart raced as they did it a first time, but he did a safe landing, putting you at slight ease but of course, they felt the need to go over it a few more times. You already noticed that Jackson had jumped wrongly, landing awkwardly to spin, but as he goes to do a back flip again, his ankle folds awkwardly on his landing, causing his leg to slip underneath him and the sound of a crack was loud enough to wake a sleeping baby, not long followed by him screaming in agony. “Jackson!” you cried as you ran to him, kneeling at his side as he clutched his leg, obvious broken bones on the leg he landed on. “Call 911!” you cried as you try to comfort him, running your fingers through his hair as you try to ensure that he wasn’t hurt anywhere else. Your heart broke at the sight of him in pain as the others panicked around him, running to find someone as Jaebum makes the call for an ambulence. “Y/N, please don’t leave me!” Jackson cries through the pain as you shake your head, holding onto him tight as you promise to stay by his side.
After what felt like a lifetime wait for the ambulence to turn up, you clutched onto Jackson’s hand as they move him onto a stretcher, manouvering him down the building into the ambulence. You insisted to stay with him for the journey as he cries for you, fighting with the nurses to let you on with him. “He needs me, please?!”. After hearing scream in pain for you, they felt as though they had better let you do so, holding onto his hand and careessing it with your thumb as you reassure him that everything was going to be okay. Within minutes, he’s getting rushed into the emergency room, the heavy doors closing behind as you’re forced to leave him and wait. You couldn’t help but pace around the waiting room as the boys tried to help reassure you that he was going to be okay, but the look of worry on their face showed they didn’t even believe their own words. “Why have you always got to include stupid stunts in your choreography?!” your voice breaks as the tears you tried holding back turned into floods. Your sudden outburst even broke the other’s composure as they try to hug you, but you weren’t having it. You knew something was going to go wrong. “Y/N, please calm down,” Jinyoung pleads, finally being able to get you to let him hug you as you sobbed into his chest, wishing things had gone a different way, “He’s going to be okay, I promise,” he reassures as you snake your arms around his waist, holding him there in a hug for emotional support, you needed something to keep you in line, to calm down. However you struggled to even forgive them for letting anything happen. You understood that it’s a part of being an idol, especially athletic ones like Mark and Jackson, who get given these jobs, but you wanted to turn back time, to make sure they had never agreed to do such things.
For what felt like hours, you sat in the waiting room, still clinging onto Jinyoung who kept you calm through humming songs for you, caressing your hair. That all came to a halt when you noticed the Doctor coming through the doors, not even giving him a chance to even open his mouth, you’re at his feet, begging him that Jackson’s okay. “Gentlemen, Miss Y/L/N, I have good news and bad news... Mr Wang is okay in himself, though he’s broken a couple of bones in his leg, and has had to have a cast put on his leg to make sure that his bones heal properly. I’ll write a formal letter to your company to keep him from extensive activities until he’s completely healed”. Your breathing stops from the news, but you found your so relieved that he was okay, tears fall from your eyes again, grabbing the doctor’s arm before he could walk away, “Let me see him, please?”, “Of course, follow me” the doctor says, directing you to the room as the members follow not far behind, letting you go in first to ease your mind after your meltdown. “Hey Jackson, how are you feeling?” you ask, trying to hold back tears, though he could tell you’ve been crying for him. He shrugs as he smiles, cracking a joke and teasing, as he usually would, “You’re crying like something extremely bad happened to me. It’s only a broken leg,” he teased as he swipes a tear from your cheek, you nuzzle into his hand on your face as he smiles even more, “Didn’t know you cared so much about me~”. You couldn’t believe the cheek on him as you tap his arm, cracking a laugh soon afterwards, making him exaggerate the pain there instead of his leg.
For about half hour, you just sat there talking to him, the boys coming in and out of the room, offering refreshements, and apologising to their brother, but they all knew it was an accident. “Hey guys, mind leaving me with Y/N a minute please?” Jackson asked, as they respect his wishes, walking out one by one, you were confused by his sudden request, furrowing your eyebrows at him as he waves goodbye to them before switching his attention to you. “Hey, come sit on this side of the bed with me” he requests, holding your hand as you walk around to the otherside of the bed, shuffling onto it next to him as he asked, still oblivious to what he was planning. “I can’t thank you enough for being there for me always, you’re amazing, Y/N. And I can’t help but admit how much I love you, not just as a best friend, but I LOVE you, more than you could ever imagine” your eyes fill up from his sweet talking, as you couldn’t believe what he was saying, out of all the times he could’ve confessed he had to chose now. You smile at him as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into a cuddle as he kisses your forehead, “I can’t go another day without needing you to be mine, so will you do an injured, handsome, funny guy a favour, and be my girlfriend?” he teased again but in a genuine way as you nod, relieved that all of these years, you couldn’t believe he felt the same way for you. A kiss was shared as the members run into the room, quietly screaming and getting all excited at the sudden events. “Hyung finally confessed!!” Yugyeom cheered as the others congratulate the new relationship. Happy that the sunshines after a thunderstorm.
Since you decided to end your arrangement with Jackson six months ago with respect to his newfound girlfriend, you exerted an awful lot of effort to stop yourself from coming back to him every time you’re feeling lonely. Depriving your own self of mindblowing orgasms takes too much of your energy and willpower but thankfully you manage to get by with toys to play with yourself…and occasional hookups from blind dates.
Never in your whole life has your current situation crossed your mind. Even as you usually roleplay and engage in kinks, you never imagined being stuck in a situation so frustrating and embarrassing—thanks for the drought brought to you by the demands of your career and the lack of trustworthy dudes around you to satisfy you.
In your apartment, you have a magnificent view of the setting sun painting the sky a mixed hue of orange and magenta at the veranda, one of your favorite places to spend time contemplating about things. Now is definitely not that time, though. Not when you’re stark naked on your bed with one of your wrists handcuffed in one of your bedposts after your fuck for the night—who turns out to be having a pregnant girlfriend—left you alone in a hurry to attend to some emergency situation just before going down on you.
The situation infuriates the hell out of you. You were too blindsided by your sexual needs earlier that you simply agree to the man’s requests, even if it meant being tied up while being fucked. As soon as you reached your apartment, articles of your clothing were discarded quickly and your wrist ended up being cuffed. The man you were with excused himself for a while when his phone didn’t stop ringing. You expected him to turn his phone off and resume touching your body but to your surprise, you saw him peeking at your door, fully dressed again and with a look of panic and terror in his eyes. Within a few feet away from you, he told you that he actually has a girlfriend and that she’s at the hospital right now about to give birth to their child. What a douche.
You were too shocked to respond immediately and just let him get his way only to remember that your hands are remotely tied as soon as you heard your front door shut.
It was one of those times when you wish you were in your normal logical self. You could have saved yourself the trouble if you noticed immediately that one of your wrists is bound. Looking around the room, you found the nearest piece of clothing you previously wore six feet away from you, too impossible for you to barely reach. The only thing that you could use at that point to cover yourself is the bed sheets where you were lain on.
You couldn’t stay like that forever. You need to act and think quickly before you could actually spend the night helpless in your own apartment.
Fortunately, you noticed that your smartwatch remained fastened around your other wrist—the free wrist—and you were able to call and ask someone for help. You’re too embarrassed to call just anyone so you managed to narrow your list to the two most trustworthy people in your life—your two best friends. The first resort is your girl best friend from college. She’s been one of the constant people in your life and you’re fairly confident the situation will not faze your friendship and she will not judge you at all. But she wasn’t picking up your calls and you’re slowly getting anxious so you opt to phone the other person on your list—Jackson Wang.
As if he’s been waiting for you to call at that moment, Jackson picks up his phone only after a ring. You sighed in relief as you heard his familiar voice on the other line, your stomach tied in knots as you spoke to him, asking him to come over to your apartment immediately, not disclosing the situation yet because you’re too ashamed.
Jackson must have sensed the urgency in your voice even though you tried to act cool since it took him only less than an hour to reach your house. He let himself in using your old passcode he knew very well by heart.
He was dumbfounded when he arrived and saw the situation you are in. For almost five minutes, he was laughing his ass off looking at you and not even bothering to free your wrist from the restraints.
Oh god, you miss him terribly. It’s almost half a year since you’ve been in the same room and in this close proximity with this man and you’d be lying if you say you don’t miss him one bit. After all, he has the ability to cloud your mind any time of the day; most especially at night when you’re lonely and craving someone’s touch.
“So,” he says and clears his throat before continuing. “You need my help?”
You roll your eyes, reminded of how annoying he could be when he’s not pleasing you on the bed. “Why do you think I called you here then? To mock the shit out of me? Get the fucking keys on the kitchen counter, Jackson. Please. For goodness sake!”
He cocks an eyebrow at your tone.
“No, I thought you’re horny and that motherfucker didn’t even get to touch you? You know I’d be glad to help you with your release,” he says, reaching out to caress your thighs on top of the sheets.
You know. To be honest, a part of you hoped you could spend the night with him. He’s irreplaceable. You never found a guy as good as Jackson does make you feel when it comes to bed. Though you never really told him, he’s set the standard too high for all the other guys and you’re evidently struggling because of it. Most guys you dated to fill in the void of him doesn’t come as close to him. They all prioritized their own releases and hardly even cared whether you reached yours or not. It’s frustrating.
You let your free hand clutch the material draped on your chest and feel your heart thump loudly as his hand inched closer to the apex of your thighs. You’re afraid he might feel the wetness still dripping out of your core. After hearing his voice on the other line after a long time, you were reminded of how good he could make you feel with his tongue and hands working wonders on your body and you can’t help but touch yourself once again, having a little fun of your own.
Jackson lifts the cover from your body and you almost shriek when the cold air nip against your flushed skin. Your legs attempt to close together in reflex but both his hands immediately stop it. He takes a good look at your core and smirks at the way your juices were smeared between your legs, visibly staining the light gray sheets beneath you.
“I thought he didn’t even touch you and yet you’re here dripping wet,” he squints at the realization. “Did you touch yourself?” he asks, thumbing between your folds to gather your wetness and bringing his own fingers to his lips.
You stare as Jackson licked your juices off his fingers clean. His eyes turning darker with lust as you moan at the sight of him. At this point, you can feel your core burning with desire more than ever and you couldn’t care less whether or not his pronounced girlfriend finds out about the two of you fucking behind her back. You want him back. He was yours to begin with, anyway.
“I asked you, baby.”
Your pussy clenched at the hoarseness of his voice and you groaned at the fact that nothing’s still inside you. “Fuck me, Jackson.”
“Were you thinking about that motherfucker while touching yourself? You know you can’t get what you want unless you answer my question.”
“God damn it. I was thinking of you. Shit—” you scream when he slaps your pussy quite harshly.
He’s definitely enjoying this. “Watch your words, baby. Now, tell me, what was I doing when you were touching yourself?” he asks before lightly patting your core to ease the pain.
“When—when you..when you ate my pussy during your girlfriend’s birthday party,” you stutter.
He smirks, recalling how he devoured your pussy inside the house while his girlfriend attended to her guests at the party. “Oh, yeah. That was fun.”
The memory and the sight of you squirming beneath him was enough for Jackson to undress to take out his dick and stroke it a few times before running the tip along your folds to lubricate himself.
“You’re still on pill?” he asks and you nod. He hovers over you on the bed.
Jackson kisses you before finally sheathing himself inside of you. He pants and stops moving for a while, letting you adjust around his girth for a few seconds, before thrusting into you. “Fucking tight. I miss you,” he whispers to your ear and lightly bites on the sensitive area of your neck. His hands roam around your body before settling one to play on your clit and the other to massage your breast and pinch your nipple.
Jackson fucked you fast and hard, filling you up deliciously after six fucking months.
The room is filled with your heavy pants and mixed noises of skin slapping against skin and metal clacking of the handcuffs against the bedpost. Your bounded wrist starting to ache but you didn’t mind.
You bite your lip and grip Jackson’s hair harder as you feel yourself nearing your release. “I’m about to cum—fuck, Jackson—stop..oh my god.”
“Good girl,” Jackson praises you for cumming so hard and fast but did not waver with his thrusts.
You quiver and try to stop his hips from moving but he still continues to pound into you, lifting your left leg up and positioning himself from your behind this time. You’re twice as helpless with having only one hand free.
“I want you to cum again, baby girl,” he groans to your ear. His thrusts are getting sloppier signaling his release. He doesn’t have to tell you twice as you came right after him.
Jackson stays buried inside of you for a few more minutes as you two try to catch your breath. Eventually, he gets up and retrieves the keys to your handcuffs from the pocket of his pants.
You stare at him in disbelief. “You had the fucking keys all this time?”
“Yes, I saw it on the couch,” he smirks and unlocks the metal.
“Then why didn’t you remove this shit earlier you motherfucker,”
“You know how much I enjoy seeing you beg baby.”
Jackson grabs a towel from your drawer and cleans you up, not missing the chance to tease you once in a while. He inspects your previously bounded wrists and places light kisses around the marked area.
You were almost touched by the gesture until you remember his girlfriend and the shit you just did behind her back.
“Hey, what about…your girlfriend?” you try to play it cool. Honestly, you don’t even remember her name by now.
“Yeah, we broke up two months ago,” he says nonchalantly.
It's sort of funny to think that the moment Jackson reached his peak was when he could finally wander the streets like a local, not having the weight of fame the same way he did when he was just climbing his way up. A man of his word, he took you to the amusement park he had promised ages ago. It was a soft promise, in your opinion, but would you really argue with him when a date was a date?
Had you known that his anxiety towards thrill rides was real and not all for show to create some sort of likable personality on television, you would have never suggested a rollercoaster and log flume heavy park. But here you were, both ears blown out from Jackson's relentless shrieks and screaming, his usual tan complexion completely pale, and yet he refused to not ride every single attraction — probably just to please you.
Jackson was trembling by the end of the day, his muscles so tensed before, during, and after each ride you wondered if he had looked similar to this during his brutal practices before fencing competitions. Leaning into his shoulder, you nuzzled gently against him in an effort to soothe, "Thank you for today."
"Of course."
"You didn't have to do this."
"I know," his voice is smaller than usual, so you decide to play into his praise kink a little, "You're the best, you know that?"
He doesn't say a word, but he doesn't have to once you see the blush rise up his neck.
pairing: jackson wang x diamond maknae ; bts ot7 x diamond maknae (platonic)
fandom: bts ; got7
warnings: eighth member of bts!reader ; maknae!reader ; language
genre: angst ; fluff
word count: 1.2k+
other: for other dm content, pls check out my diamond maknae masterlist
summary: it was just so hard for the boys to let you do your own thing when it came down to dating, didn’t matter that the person you chose to date was actually a friend of theirs.
a/n: one of the older dm requests I had in my inbox, so I’m super glad I finally got around to doing it. I hope you like it my love ♥
What you do in your private, romantic life, should be nobody's business but your own and that of the person that you were currently seeing, but your brothers seemed to have made it their business the moment that it was decided that you would be a part of their band.
At first, you could deal with it, but this, what was happening right now, was absolutely unacceptable.
“I don't understand why it's so hard for you to find somebody your own age! He's too old for you!” Jin yelled.
“Too OLD? Jackson is the same age as Namjoon and Hoseok, YOU are older than him!”
And see, Jin didn't really appreciate it when someone brought up his age like that in a... disrespectful manner. But you were already in rage and the fact that it seemed like all of them were currently against you, despite you only having gone on three dates with Jackson so far, didn't make this any better.
“What hyung wants to say is..-” Jimin tried to de-escalate the situation before it could go any further, but it was already too late for that.
“I don't give a fuck what he wants to say. I am so fucking done with you all trying to decide who I get to date or not!”
And then everybody was up on their feet, telling you to stop because this was reaching a level of disrespect that they did not tolerate, not from you and not from any other member that ever got so outraged in a fight. But you were done with them. You were done with seven grown up men trying to tell you what to do, especially when it came down to your love life.
You were genuinely happy with Jackson, he treated you well, he made you laugh and he was there for you when you needed him and yet all they did was complain because you were 'too young'.
Despite them all knowing him and being friends with him.
But suddenly that did not matter anymore, because he dared to touch their little sister and that was unacceptable.
“You need to calm down,” Namjoon said.
“Don't you dare tell me what to do right now,” you got up and grabbed your bag, then put on your shoes, ready to get the hell out of there.
“Hey!” Taehyung wanted to run after you and grab you, but you were already so riled up, that he stopped, especially when he saw the angry tears stream down your cheeks, “Let's just... talk. Please.”
You wanted to talk.
But not with them.
Right now, you were done talking to them.
You drove over to the man that this entire discussion had been about in the first place, told him everything, how disappointed you were with them, how unhappy you were that these kind of things kept on happening and that you just wanted them to understand that you were neither their little baby sister that they had to take care of 24/7, nor their daughter that they had to be overprotective of.
You were a grown woman who could make her own damned decisions.
Jackson let you vent, did not say a word, but instead, just held you in his arms and wiped away your tears when necessary.
Only when you seemed to have finally said your piece of mind, did he say: “It's easy to forget that you're not really their sister after everything that you guys have been through together.”
“But would that change anything if I really were their sister? They should not be treating any woman like this.”
“Oh, I agree. I just think they're scared that you'll end up being hurt. This is no excuse for them to treat you like a baby or tell you what to do, but I want you to know that they're not doing it on purpose or be mean in any way. They're doing it because they love you. Maybe a little too much. I think that's the problem.”
“Then how do I change that? How can I show them that I don't need them babying me and telling me what to do? How can I show them that I'm perfectly capable of deciding my partners on my own? That I can make life choices on my own?”
“It's a process. Eventually, they will come to terms with that, they have to,” Jackson kissed your forehead, “And if it ever becomes too much, you just take your keys and drive over to my place where I'll take your mind off things.”
You finally let out a little chuckle, “I actually really like the sound of that.”
“And who knows, maybe, if things are going well and in the direction that we both want it to go... you can... you know,” Jackson looked around, then back at you, not wanting to say it quite yet, but you knew he meant that you could move in with him.
And it was true, it was a little early to start thinking about that, despite you and him having known each other for a while, but you were grateful for the offer anyways.
“Honestly, sometimes I think my relationship with them would be better if I didn't live with them. And you know, it's not like it's bad, I still love them like they're family, it's just... the fighting is getting worse with each passing day and each decision that I make without consulting them first.”
“Yeah, I agree. Distance can sometimes be best,” Jackson nodded, “Why do you think I moved out when I did? I love my own boys like my brothers, but we're all at an age where we have different interests, hobbies and views of life. That's normal,” he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “Namjoonie and the others are reasonable though. Give them a bit more time and they'll realize that too, I mean they've already started buying their own apartments. Eventually they will realize that moving out of the dorm and into their own apartments won't weaken their bond, but strengthen it. And once they get to that point, it’ll all be easier.”
You smiled once again and leaned into him, Jackson immediately pulling you as close as possible, “Thank you.”
“Anytime, princess. I'm always here when you need me.”
But despite of what Jackson had said, he decided to call up Namjoon and meet face to face with him the following week, knowing that – despite his worries for you – he has never been unreasonable. And so he explained your situation from your point of view and why what Bangtan was doing was actually, really toxic for you and your relationship with them.
Because if they kept this up, he was genuinely worried that this might break you all apart.
“I'm not just saying this because I'm dating her, I'm saying this as a friend to you too. I know you guys love her, but if you keep this up, I'm not sure how long she's going to sit through this anymore. You know how stubborn she is, if she has enough, she'll leave and none of you want that.”
Namjoon let out a heavy sigh and nodded, “I know. The night that she left and drove over to your place, we actually all sat down and had a discussion about this. We know we can be overprotective. And I mean, truthfully speaking, we're all glad that she chose you. We all know and trust you.”
“It's not about whether or not you trust me, Namjoon, you should trust her a little more. She's not a child anymore.”
“I know. It's just.. to us she's always going to be our baby sister.”
“Just let her do her thing, man, I promise you she'll do good. She's an amazing girl and if you let her do her thing, she'll prove to you guys just how capable she is of handling her own stuff.”
Namjoon stared at him for a moment, then he smiled, “You know what.. I'm really glad it's you, Jackson. Seriously.”
You were walking around the kitchen with your baby girl in your arms, smiling down at how adorable and peaceful she looked.
“Isn’t she precious?” Jackson walks over with a proud smile on his face and kisses your forehead before leaning down and kissing the top of his daughter’s head as well.
“The cutest little bean! I can’t believe we made her.” He takes a sip of his coffee.
“I want another one.” Jackson nearly drowned on his coffee when you said those words to him, coughing loudly and causing your baby to stir in your arms. You quietly shush her and rock her back and forth and she falls back asleep.
“I’m sorry, you said you want another baby??”
“Yes! I mean not right away obviously but... someday in the near future?”
Jackson doesn’t say anything in response and that worries you. You glance up and find this his brows are furrowed and he’s staring hard at the ground.
“Oh.. you don’t want another child?” He looks up and glances at you and you see nothing but concern in his eyes. He takes a few moments before he speaks again.
“It’s not that I don’t want another kid. I’m just.. afraid.”
“Oh? Why are you afraid?” You walk over towards him and rest your hand on his shoulder for a moment, rubbing your thumb across it in an effort to encourage him to be honest with you.
“Because your last pregnancy wasn’t exactly easy. You were in pain all the time, we had to take you to the hospital because of your nausea being so bad you couldn’t eat anything and were dehydrated. Plus you didn’t sleep at all. I’m just.. worried about your health and I don’t want you to have to go through that again.” You consider his words carefully before you respond.
“You know the first pregnancy is usually always rough. After that your body gets used to it and it probably won’t be as bad.”
“Probably?”
“Yes, probably. I can’t say for sure I won’t have any morning sickness, or nausea, or that I won’t be in pain or tired all the time like before. Everyone’s body reacts differently. All I’m saying is that we went through it once already and everything turned out okay. We have a beautiful daughter that we both love to pieces. You are going to be an amazing dad and you already adore her so much. I just want to share more of that love. I’m sure our daughter would love a little sibling!”
“Ha! I think she would love being a spoiled only child more.”
“But she would be lonely.”
“She can make friends.”
“A boyfriend or girlfriend someday?”
“We don’t talk about that in this house. My little girl will never experience the pain of heartbreak so therefore she will never have a boyfriend or girlfriend.” You both chuckle at that. Jackson seems to have relaxed some so you lean in and press a kiss to his lips.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. I think... someday I would be okay with having another child just not yet. Let’s just focus on spoiling our little one we already have and maybe in a year or two we can talk about it again?”
