hellou there. if it aint too much to ask, can i get some general nsfw headcanons for William and Jackson? and maybe some "first time" hcs too if it's not too much trouble bcos i 100% believe theyre both loser virgins lmaoooo
They are such LOOSERS. 💔
《 Hillwalker Brothers x Reader Smut Headcanons 》
William:
☆ For the first time he'd be super stiff; as in his body, not his dick. Like he just wouldn't know where to put his hands or how to position himself with you. You had to guide him through it but once he learned, he was all over you.
☆ I feel his favorite position would be to hike one of your legs up over his shoulder while the other lay on the bed and his hands are rested on your hips. He loves looking down at you.
☆ Or he'd want you to sit on his face with his hands resting on your thighs while he'd lick/suck on you. He loves the pressure of you sitting on his face, it almost fufills his fantasy of you dominating him. Not really, but it's the closest he'll get.
☆ He has a smell kink. He'll steal your panties/underwear from your drawer or the dirty laundry (ik gross) and sniff them while jerking off.
☆ I find this one really cute but if William's doing any sex act, on himself or you, he'll turn around the stuffed bear laying on his bed so it can't see what he does. He just feels guilty having it look. 😔
☆ A lot of times he'll have a wet dream about you before wanting to have sex with you. Normally, you'd be dominating him in those dreams but he'd never let you do that to him in real life. (Maybe...)
☆ I'd say his sex drive was higher than Jackson's before they met you, but his was a lot worse when you came along. He started to jack off a lot more often.
☆ William loves to bend down to touch foreheads with you. You guys just staring at eachother for a few seconds as your sweat mixes together. He pulls back to kiss your forehead gently and seconds later, the intimate moment is gone.
☆ He grunts during sex. Normally he doesn’t moan but there have been times you've caught him off guard and you'll get a moan out of him.
☆ He’s very good with his hands. From all the farmwork he does around the house, he's a pretty gentle man. His hands were always calloused and beat up but he'd rub a little bit of lotion on his hands for you before touching you.
☆ William is such an ass man. He loves ass. Ass or no ass, he wants ya, he's coming for ya. He gets so hard over the way it jiggles and moves. He'd bruise your ass from needing it in his hands too hard.
☆ William loves cuddling or just simply laying with you after you both are finished and tired. He may not admit it but he loves your company and would love to hold you in his arms forever. He loves to hear your breath against him, your heartbeat, the smell of you. Sometimes it doesn't help him sleep because you're so intoxicating. (In a good way.)
Jackson:
☆ For Jackson's first time I feel he would be way too fast right off the bat and move in huried movements. It was unpleasant for you and your bodies pleasure.
☆ Jackson would be very hesitant at first, considering his whole relationship with the "Lord" thing. He'd say it was sinful but then give in to his temptation.
☆ He'd 100% let you take the lead at first but then soon he'd get the hang of it, and flip you under him, taking the lead instead.
☆ Hopefully you're a masochist. He’s into BDSM. With all the sadistic shit he does, theres no way he doesn't love to do this with you. He ties you up a lot with old rope he'd find from outside, keeping you put as he puts on a violent show for you.
☆ Loves carving on your skin. Whether that be random slashes or it could be his name. It just turns him on to see you all bloody.
☆ I wouldn’t say Jackson has a high sex drive but it definitely went up when you came into his life. He never really gave into jacking off though, except once. He felt really guilty afterward and apologized to the "Lord".
☆ Since he's bipolar I think for the most part when he would've has sex with you would be during a hypermania episode. He'd normally wake you up late at night because he didn’t feel tired, just to fuck you. This is where his rapid movement comes into play as well. Though after you guys are finished, he gets very irritable and agitated, so don't expect to cuddle with him for a long time.
☆ One of Jackson's poorly stiched fingers have surely fallen off during sex. That didn't stop him though, he just kept going.
☆ Jackson whimpers. OH I JUST KNOW THIS LOSER WHIMPERS. Doesn’t matter if he's top or if you're top. He's so loud too, William has gotten pissed at him before because of it.
☆ For sure Jackson's into nipple play. Rubbing his hands over them in small circular patterns, nipping at them with his teeth. He traces over them with his cold blade, watching your nipples grow harder.
☆ Jackson has a breeding kink. Now, he doesn't want to get you pregnant. (If you can get pregnant) [(Ykw nevermind mpreg real too 🥹✌️)] I mean think of the responsibility that entails. And their child being born into a murderous family? (He-he-hell nah) He gets so fixated on the fact of overstimulating you until your babbling utter nonsense; riding you from dusk to dawn. Until the cum is leaking from you.
☆ Like I said he gets irritable after sex so he won't cuddle for long. You just have to make it last as long as it can before his brain overthinks. Now he's up and moving and doing random work around the house. Although, he eventually does get tired and comes to bed and curls up with you. He'll sit and watch you before his eyes get droopy and he crashes. Or he'll crash on the couch, barn, yard, porch, ect.
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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.
I’m so GOT7 coded rn. Here I go again interpreting birth charts for my own silly pleasure. Take it with a pinch of salt, ahgases. The way this sat in my drafts for over a year yet only took about an hour to finish. I refused to change the pics for the next comeback so here ya go.
Mark || Venus: Leo, Mars: Libra || Turn On: Praise (Receiving)
He’s twinning with Yeosang in that he just wants to hear he’s making you feel good. Like seriously, let him know when he’s hitting the right spot or tell him no one else is as good as he is. Might also dish it right back because he has that kinda vibe. Can be broody if he feels like you’re not matching his level of intensity as far as the relationship goes, which can be cured with some praise and appreciation.
They say stability and trustworthiness are sexy, and Jay B took that personally. He wants to impress you with his endless cool and mature vibes, so when you’re tired of boys, he can be your man. He’s a romantic, so you can expect loads of sweet, traditional gestures. Okay, but what about the Jay B who sang Switch It Up? Read the lyrics. He told us what he likes. So bold. Somewhat traditional, with a bit of spice here and there. After seeing him read mild tame thirst tweets, I truly believe he’d hesitate to try kinky things like choking or spanking, like he just wants to be inside you and hold you close. The promise of the intimacy alone is enough to have him dragging you to bed.
Jackson || Venus: Aries, Mars: Pisces || Kink: Daddy
If you know me even a little bit you knew this was coming. My GAWD the amount of love and care that seeps from this man’s pores is fucking amazing. He lives to care for and spoil you like no other, wanting to make sure you have everything you could ever need or want. And that translates to his bedroom. Help? This freaky ball of energy is gonna wear you tf out. He legit doesn’t give a fuck how many times you’ve cum, he needs more. Will strive to leave you hoarse from calling him daddy just because he loves to hear you say it. I could write a fucking essay on this istg.
Jinyoung || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Cancer || Kink: Bondage
Another hill I’ll die on. A king in the streets and a control freak in the sheets. Just the thought of tying you down to his bed is enough to get him going. Loves to tease and torture you until you’re begging to be let go or fucked hard. Wanna be a brat? Face down and ass up with your arms secured behind your back. Being inside you is just a bonus at that point. Go ahead and struggle, it’s cute to him. You’ll be crying with relief when he finally gets inside you.
Youngjae || Venus: Leo, Mars: Leo || Turn On: Collaring (Receiving)
“Mars in Leo natives enjoy sex more than most”--say less. So Jae’s freaky af and I will hear none of this pure cinnamon roll slander. Honestly he’s probably as bad as Jay B. So what does this bub like? A collar. Hear me out. Collaring is one of the freakiest things you can do to someone while also showing them how much you care/love them. He just wants to be yours--mind, body, and soul. In return, you get his unconditional love and unwavering loyalty. He doesn’t mind you taking the lead in bed because he trusts you and your judgment. You touching/pulling on his collar makes all the blood in his body rush down south and it doesn’t take long for him to start begging you to ride him.
BamBam || Venus: Taurus, Mars: Virgo || Turn On: Nipple Play (Giving)
After deeming him a boobie lover, I can’t help but see him as a motor boatin’ son of a bitch. Lives to put his face near your chest and play with it. In bed you can bet he’ll be kissing and biting on your nips until you beg him to stop. Once you start that up, he’s eager to get inside of you just to continue doing it so he can feel you squeeze the life outta his dick.
Lemme be Captain Obvious for a few seconds. You belong on his thigh. He knows it. You know it. So why aren’t you on it? While he loves any form of teasing you, watching you get all worked up to the point of ruining his pants is an experience he can’t live without. It’s lowkey fascinating that it feels that good for you and he barely has to do anything other than force you to keep moving once you reach that peak. His favorite part is watching your cute little face scrunch up as you shiver in his arms. Then he’ll tease you about it while pulling your legs around his waist and unzipping his pants...
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.
Summary: A planned vacation with friends for the holidays gets disrupted by a sudden snowstorm. Only two people make it to the remote cabin they've rented in the mountains before the weather prevents the rest from making it. It just so happens that the 'friend' you are snowed in with is the one man you have the most complicated relationship with.
Pairing: Jackson Wang x F!Reader
Genre: Smut, romance, some angst?
AU(s): Frenemies to lovers, forced proximity
Word Count: 5662
Rating: 18+ NSFW MDNI
Warnings: Adult language, vulgar language, complicated emotions, angsty misunderstandings (kinda?), oral (f. receiving), cum on body, pet names, penetrative sex with no protection, I think that's it?
A/N: Surprise @hobeemin I am your secret santa! I hope I did justice to your moodboard (at the end of the fic!) and Jackson (this is my first Jackson AND GoT7 fic!) I truly hope it's everything you hoped for ❤️🎄
This is a gift for the Fire and Ice Gift Exchange for @ksmutsociety. Thank you to @shadowkoo for being an absolute goddess for hosting this for us and all the coordinating and communication. We had a blast! @mingsolo : the banner you made for this is absolute perfection and I can't send you enough appreciation for the help and encouragement you gave me for this. @pars-ley thank you so much for the help and beta reading some of this and to @sanjoongie for helping and spoiling who I had to Ley! (JK I love you 🤍)
Thank you to @saradika and @cafekitsune for the dividers, we all appreciate your lovely work!!!
If you read, comments and reblogs are so greatly appreciated, it helps keep us writing. 💜Happy Holidays to all!
“Damn it…damn it…” You mutter as you pull your foot from the gas pedal once more, squinting your eyes at the windshield. As if that will help you see through the blinding blanket of snow falling heavily to obscure your vision.
You try to loosen your shoulders, rolling them as you attempt to calm your breathing. Being tense isn’t helping your driving, and for the millionth time you curse the weather and the people who’d decided on going to a cabin in the mountains over a nice tropical destination for your winter vacation.
“Fuckers.” You huff, despite being all in for it when the idea was presented.
The muffled crunch of snow under your tires is all you’ve heard for the last half hour of this trip and it’s starting to get to you.
Suddenly a voice breaks the agonizing silence.
“In 500 meters, your destination will be on the right-” Your gps announces and you heave out a breath of relief.
“That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me this whole trip,” you tell the voice as you spot the barely visible driveway. You notice another pair of tire tracks, though they’re slowly being covered by the storm.
Guiding your car into the tracks, you make your way slowly down the path, and the vague outline of a large structure finally cuts through the wall of white.
You can barely make out the shape of another vehicle as you near the cabin, and the first hint of a smile touches your lips as you park alongside the snow covered car. At least someone else is here too, you think as you turn off the ignition with a relieved sigh.
Your phone dings as you grab your bag, and you make the decision to get inside first then go through the numerous messages you’re sure to have. Whoever is inside is sure to have left the door unlocked, so it’s just a matter of braving the short distance to the steps and front door.
After double checking that you’ve collected everything, you tug your hood up over your head and take a deep breath.
You quickly open your door and step out into the blistering cold, immediately bombarded by fat snowflakes to the face as you toss your bag strap over your arm and lug your suitcase out after you.
The thunk of the car door closing is muffled in the heavy storm, your boots crunching along the thick blanket of white on the ground as you hurriedly but carefully make your way to the door.
The front door is tossed open before you get there, a jacketed figure rushing out to take your suitcase from you and usher you inside, much to your relief.
Closing the door behind you, your clammy, frigid cheeks almost burn from the drastic sudden change in temperature, and you finally turn to greet your savior.
Of course it’s him, why would it be anyone else? You think as Jackson pushes back his hood and shakes his hair out, setting down your suitcase and plopping down on it as he gives you his signature lopsided grin.
“Fuck this weather.” He quips, studying you as he blows out an exaggerated exhale. “You okay?”
Why does he always look like he’s smirking? And why does he look so gorgeous when he does?
You just nod as you brush off your jacket, tapping off your boots before removing them and shedding your outer layers.
“I thought Jay was driving up with you?” Jackson asks as he stands, finally removing his own jacket and boots.
You can only roll your eyes as you answer, “Yeah well he was taking too long and when I tried to hurry him along, he said he’d catch a ride with Bam. So…yeah you know how he is.”
Jackson just laughs as you shrug in annoyance.
“Figures,” He turns, hoisting your luggage along with him.
“Hey, I can get that-” you begin, but he just ignores you, making his way upstairs as you watch him in exasperation. You finally take a moment to look at the place you’ll be staying for the long weekend.
The cabin is cozy; roomy but not overly large, with an open first floor and stairs leading up to a second level with a loft overlooking the main area.
Jackson emerges from a hallway upstairs from what you imagine is where the bedrooms are and makes his way back down.
“I put your suitcase in the hallway, don’t want to pick your room for you.” He says as he rejoins you, scratching his chin awkwardly as he rocks on his feet.
“Thanks…I could have gotten it.” You feel the urge to tell him, and he just shrugs as he crosses his arms.
You finally pull out your phone, scanning the many messages you’ve received over the last few hours.
You barely register Jackson wandering off as you frown at the most recent.
“We stopped at a motel about two hours away, can’t see a damn thing! Let me know when you get to a safe place to stop. Probably stay here for the night and drive when it lets up! Text you when we are headed that way. Jackson is already there, so try to play nice!”
You sigh wearily at Jay’s message, annoyed at being called out about your ongoing friction with the irritating man.
You open the group chat and notice said man’s message about arriving ahead of everyone, but nothing yet from the others.
“Just the two of us for now.” Jackson appears beside you, glancing at your phone as you read.
Does he need to be so close? You wonder, his scent distracting you as you try not to think about how handsome the man looks even when he’s being an annoyance.
You raise an eyebrow and give him a pointed look, “For now.”
“What?” He teases with yet another irresistible smile.
What? Irresistible? Brain, he’s totally resistable. You chide yourself harshly.
“They’ll be here, the storm should let up soon.” You announce more to convince yourself than him. The last thing you wanted was an evening alone with Jackson, teasing and bickering with one another.
This is supposed to be a relaxing vacation…being trapped alone with Jackson is just…
“I’m going to find a room.” You tell him abruptly before he can respond, tucking away your phone and stepping away from him.
He merely nods as you excuse yourself, wandering off to do who knows what. You spend the next hour or so unpacking and debating on changing into something more comfortable. Despite being a quick run from the car to the door, you’d still gotten the bottom of your pants wet from the snow.
After taking a bit to settle in, you decide to grab some comfy pj bottoms and a sweater. You find the bathroom, taking a moment to appreciate the jacuzzi tub before deciding on a shower instead, turning on the water to let the room get nice and steamy.
You ponder how you’re going to manage being around Jackson for the evening without getting on each other's nerves; whether to call it an early night or rejoin him to wait for the hopefully impending arrival of at least one more of your friends.
By the time you emerge, refreshed and clad in your warm clothes, you’ve decided to be social and amicable, knowing he’d just tease you for being “afraid” to be in the same room as him. You swing back by your room to grab a book before you make your way downstairs, sparing a glance around the roomy cabin before plopping down on the couch.
Jackson must be in his own room or doing whatever, so you just shrug as you get comfortable and get sucked into your novel.
Your immersion doesn’t last long, as a thump from outside of the front door tears your attention from your story a moment before the door is opened by a very snow-covered Jackson. It takes you a moment to register the bundle in his arms as firewood.
“Fuck!” You exclaim as a blast of cold follows his entrance, and you leap up to rush over and close the door behind him. “Are you insane? It’s terrible out there!”
He grunts in response, dropping the wood into a crate near the door before he shakes the fluff off of himself, spraying you with the melting flakes.
“Goddamnit, Jackson-” You glance out the window next to the door, only to be met with a pure white blanket obscuring your view.
He pushes back his hood and shakes his hair, and you frown at his red nose and cheeks. This infuriating man…
“Had to get some firewood, just in case the power goes out. There’s a generator but better safe than sorry, yeah?” He shrugs out of his jacket, and you shiver from the lingering cold and wipe at the wet droplets he pelted you with.
“Whatever. Just…dry off.” Rolling your eyes at his sheepish grin, you turn and go into the kitchen, rummaging around while he brings some of the wood to the fireplace.
“Going to shower….” He announces as he heads to the stairs, eyeing you and hesitating for a moment, before shaking his head. “It’s getting late, I’m not sure anyone else will be making it tonight.”
You meet his eyes and chew your lip before you nod. “Yeah…probably not…” He gives you a tight smile, his gaze lingering on you before disappearing upstairs. You try to ignore the tightening anxiety building in the pit of your stomach, focusing on poking around at the cabin’s pantry. You finally find some packets of hot cocoa, verifying the expiration date on them before filling the kettle with some fresh water and putting it on the stove to turn on later.
You go grab your phone to check the messages, hoping for the best.
Your heart plummets as you read through the group chat, which indeed lets you know that everyone else is delayed by the storm and won’t be continuing on until the morning or whenever the weather permits.
“Damn. Yeah…who’s idea was it again to come to a mountain in the winter for a vacation?” You sigh as you wander back over to sit on the couch, responding in text for everyone to stay safe.
You do your best to get involved in your book again, quite a bit of time passing before you hear Jackson’s footsteps padding back down the stairs.
You glance up as he makes his way to the fireplace, noting that he’s changed into some loose pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt.
You raise an eyebrow, smirking as he starts piling logs into the hearth. “Cute snowmen, Jackson.” He merely grins, shooting you a cheeky wink. “You like them? I have to get into that holiday spirit, doll. Any word yet?” He juts his chin out as he starts balling up some newspaper to use as kindling, gesturing to your phone.
You try to calm the little flutter that nickname always causes in the pit of your tummy, a term he only uses with you for some odd reason. Brushing the intrusive feelings aside, you nod. “Yeah…looks like the storm delayed everyone. Just the two of us tonight.”
He pauses his crumpling to shoot you a pointed look, and you wonder if that’s a flash of frustration on his face, before he’s back to his characteristic expression of indifference. “It’s just one night, I’m sure we’ll survive,” he mutters, and you can’t tell if he’s annoyed or disinterested.
“Well, I hope you ate before heading here…the girls were supposed to shop on the way up. I saw a few things in the cabinets, but mostly we’re shit out of luck until tomorrow.” You suddenly remember the cocoa, and you close your book to get up and wander into the kitchen to turn the stove on while the power is still holding.
By the time you make your way back to the living room area, he’s got a nice fire going and you set two steaming mugs of cocoa on the coffee table before flopping back down onto the sofa.
Jackson raises an eyebrow at you, his gaze flicking between you and the two cups.
“What?” You inquire, picking one up and blowing on it before taking a tentative sip.
“You…made me one too?” He asks almost shyly, eyeing the hot chocolate as if it’s some kind of delicacy. You pause, taken aback by his unexpected adorable reaction.
“Well, I’m not a monster, and you’re building a fire. It wouldn’t be nice of me to only make one.” You hide your pleased grin behind your mug as he puts the screen in front of the fire and joins you on the couch, picking up his own cocoa like it’s something precious.
“Thanks…” He murmurs in a tender tone, peeking down into the drink, “Marshmallows too?”
An unwelcome flutter agitates your chest at the boyish wonder on his face, the gentle whisper making you stare longer than necessary.
“Yeah, they had them. Too bad if you don’t like them.” You tease to snap yourself out of it, earning yourself the side eye from him.
“Who doesn’t like hot chocolate with marshmallows?” He shrugs, finally sipping his own.
You snort and smile, mirroring his shrug. “At least we agree on something.”
The room falls into an almost comfortable silence as you both focus on the warm cocoa, the crackles and pops of the fire providing a nice distraction from the wind howling against the window panes.
“It’s good.” Jackson says after a bit, glancing over at you before setting his mug back down on the table.
“It’s just packet cocoa, nothing special.” You shrug off the compliment, focusing on the dancing flames in the hearth. Your mind races, wondering what the hell to talk about or do to dispel the sudden tension between you.
It’s just Jackson, you remind yourself as you toy with the handle of the mug, we’ve been in the same friend group for years. You’re not sure if you’d call each other ‘friends’ but it’s not like you’re strangers.
“So…Bam mentioned back in the summer that you were going to bring someone…” Jackson finally breaks your concentration, drawing your attention.
“Huh?” You try to process what he’s asking, then you remember that you’d been seeing someone back when the initial talks of the trip were being discussed. “Ah…nah, just solo. What about you? It’s rare seeing you without some woman hanging off your arm.” You retort, giving him a raised eyebrow.
You expect a quippy response, but he just gives you an odd look.
“What? Come on, no one ever knows who you’re dating or…whatever it is you do, mister Jackson Wang, legendary party host and ladies man.” You tease, bumping his shoulder with yours.
He lets out an indignant huff, crossing his arms and giving you a pitiful little pout. “Hey, just because everyone likes gathering at my place doesn’t mean I like throwing parties. And what do you mean, women hanging off of me?”
He almost looks offended, and you turn towards him with a smirk. “Don’t play dumb, Jackson, I have eyes and ears…you’re notorious for-”
“Bullshit. It’s all bullshit.” He interrupts abruptly, placing his arm on the back of the couch as he turns fully towards you. He actually looks…outraged. “People love to gossip, and just because nosy assholes run their mouths about shit they don’t know-” He runs a hand through his hair as he cuts himself off, turning his head to watch the flames as his jaw tics.
You can only gape at him, shocked at his unexpected outburst. You must have hit a nerve you didn’t know even existed. You’d always heard about Jackson’s alleged reputation, and hadn’t ever questioned it. Perhaps you’d ignored it because…well, it was easier to turn a blind eye to the conquests of a man you’d once pined for.
Your stomach twists at the thought that you’d possibly misjudged him, acknowledging that you’d put distance between you both due to the perceptions you’d formed due to the rumors.
“Jackson…I didn’t…I wasn’t-” You begin, hoping to calm him down, but when he looks at you again, his eyes are full of an odd mixture of anger and what appears to be…pain?
“Is that what you really think of me? That I’m some kind of playboy, fucking around with a stream of meaningless women? That I’m just the party guy who drinks and fucks and doesn’t have a care in the world?” He rants, the hand settled on the couch behind you clenching into a fist.
The only thing you can do is stare with wide eyes at him as he continues, a pang in your heart at the way your careless teasing has led to his obvious distress.
“Jackson-”
“I don’t want to have a party every night, it’s fucking tiring. People are always demanding my attention, being pulled in every direction, women I don’t care about touching me, propositioning me. Do you honestly think it’s easy watching you come and go with different men all these years, giving them that breathtaking smile you never direct towards me? I’m only fucking human, I have emotions, a fucking heart-” He jabs his finger into his chest, the force of it making you wince.
“Jackson-” An icy heat ripples in your own chest as you belatedly start to process his words. My smile? What is he-?
“Is that why you always avoid me? Because you think I’m some immoral asshole who just sleeps around? I haven’t given any of those women a second look, not when you're right there, always hovering in my peripheral vision, just out of reach-”
“Jackson-!”
Your mind whirls at the barrage of emotions and information pouring from him, and you can see the veins in his neck pulse as he seems to be getting even more worked up. He’s not even pausing to take a breath at this point.
“-yet you never even notice that the only woman I see is you-”
Before he can say another word, the only thing you can think to do is lean forward to crush your lips to his, silencing his tirade with your mouth.
“Mmph-” He tenses for a fraction of a second before he quickly grasps either side of your face with his hands, tilting his head as your tongue meets his.
Whatever combination of emotions that were working him up, he now directs into the kiss as one of his hands slips back to the nape of your neck. The sudden turn of events has you lightheaded as you reach out to entwine your fingers into his hair, your arm sliding around to his back.
Before you know it you’re tipping backwards onto the couch as Jackson’s hands start skimming all over your body, groping and kneading while his mouth devours yours. It takes you a moment to realize the soft keening noise you are hearing is coming from your throat.
“Fuck-” He gasps between kisses, “Wait, fuck-” Despite his words, he keeps going back in for another, “Are you sure-?”
“Jackson, shut the fuck up-”
“Yes ma’am-” he concedes as he starts planting kisses down your jawline, to your neck, nipping and sucking as he tickles you with hot puffs of his breath.
“Ma’am?” You gasp out, arching as his fingers find the hem of your hoodie and slip underneath, his fingertips tracing up your sides, leaving what feels like a line of fire in their wake.
“Sorry, doll…I’ll call you anything you want-” He pants out as his palms finally cup the undersides of your breasts. “Fucking hell…” He groans as you shift and part your legs so he can settle between them, allowing you to finally feel the full extent of his arousal.
Your nipples tighten as his thumbs begin to skim over the thin lace of your bra, and your cheeks heat as you realize this man is actually making you whimper.
“Off-” He demands, tugging your hoodie up abruptly. Sitting up, he yanks it up and you have to help him to extract yourself before his hands are reaching behind you to fumble at your bra hooks. “Fuck…fuck…goddamnit-” He curses, and you can feel his hands shaking, “Am I some fucking teenage boy-”
Unable to stop a giggle, you come to his aid and unhook it for him, and he doesn’t hesitate to tug it off before sending it flying. You take the opportunity to tug his shirt off as well before he’s attacking your mouth again, his hands immediately groping at the flesh of your bare tits and pushing you onto your back once more.
“Laughing at me?” He huffs against your lips, pulling back with an insulted expression, which only cracks you up more. But it’s short lived as he dips his head down to capture one of your taut nipples with a growl.
“Oh god!” You cry out, your hand flying to the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging. His tongue circles the pebbled peak before suctioning onto it, his gaze locked onto your face as you arch against his mouth.
His hands seem to be everywhere as he moves from one breast to the other, your hips lifting as he finds his way to your shorts to push them down. A sharp gasp leaves your throat as he yanks your panties down along with them, sitting back on his knees to pull your legs up as he undresses you completely.
Before you can utter a word, or react to being completely naked in front of the man you’ve desired for years, he’s tossing your legs over his shoulders and burying his face between your legs. His tongue darts and swirls wildly through your sex, exploring around until it hones in on your clit. He lets out a triumphant little grunt as he latches onto it, a fresh gush of heat pooling around two of his fingers as they plunge into you eagerly.
“HOLY FUCK! JACKSON!” You shriek, clawing at the cushions and arm of the couch over your head, your hips bucking up against him as he devours you. He clamps his arms around your thighs and pins your hips back down, his tongue flicking over your sensitive clit over and over as he curls both fingers, searching for that spot within you to make you lose control.
The pressure from the pads of his fingers as they find it causes you to let out another cry, your cunt clenching tightly. Your head spins from the sensation and when you feel his lips curve up into a smile, hot puffs of his breath joining the flicks and sucks, you finally snap. Your entire body convulses, every nerve ending within you exploding at once as you come around his fingers and mouth.
The room fills with unintelligible babbling and moans as you writhe under him, and it’s as if every muscle in your body is straining until you finally collapse from exhaustion. His tongue keeps flicking against your overstimulated sex as he slowly removes his fingers, causing you to twitch and yelp. You have to tug multiple times at his hair to get him to finally stop, on the verge of whining.
“Doll…fuck that was so hot-” he whispers, giving you a satisfied grin as he looks up at you, gently loosening his hold on your thighs and allowing your legs to fall on either side of him.
The sight of his flushed, smiling face coated with your release has you clenching all over again, his eyes glassy with desire. Heat flushes your cheeks as he inserts two glistening fingers into his mouth, savoring the taste as he watches your reaction.
Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, but the sight of him licking your arousal from his fingers and lips just sends you right into another tailspin. Before you can think, you’re lunging up and capturing his mouth with yours, moaning against his tongue as you taste yourself mixed with him.
He lets out a muffled guttural noise as you push him back and straddle his lap, your hands grappling with his pajama bottoms. “Fuck these snowmen-” you murmur against his lips.
A snort escapes him as he lifts his hips with you on them, wiggling so you can both push them slightly down. But then he freezes and halts you before you can do anything more.
“Wait…wait-doll…fuck…I don’t have protection-” he looks up at you, his throat working, his eyes wild, his hands shaking as he holds your wrists. You tense, your mind working in overdrive as you curse internally. “Neither do I…” You admit, warring between precaution and throwing out any concerns.
You’re on the pill, but there’s always a chance...
He nods, lowering your hands to his shoulders as he closes his eyes, attempting to calm himself. “We can wait, there’s no rush-”
You grit your jaw, making up your mind. “Have you been tested?” You ask him, causing him to look up at you with a furrowed brow. He nods, searching your eyes. “I have…I haven’t been with anyone…in awhile, but I’ve been tested since-”
Before he can finish, your hand is encircling his cock, and his head tips back, his mouth opening with a gasp as you stroke upwards. “What are you-DOLL-AH!!” He lets out another gasp, then a deep drawn out moan as you lift yourself and sink down onto him before he can protest.
Your own cries join his as you seat yourself completely on him, your pussy fluttering and clenching around his length. His arms slip around your waist, his face pressing into your chest as he shudders and holds you tightly.
“Babe…mmm” He groans, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, one hand combing through his hair as you both take a moment to relish the moment. You’re suddenly aware of the warmth of the fire at your back; the juxtaposition of the crackling of the embers with the harsh wind blowing outside only amplifies the sensation of his lips brushing the sensitive skin between your breasts and his cock throbbing deep within you.
“Jackson…” You murmur softly, nuzzling the crown of his head with your cheek. Your mind is filled with so many things you want to say, but words escape you as your hips start to move, his hands dropping to your hips as you begin to rock against him.
Your name begins to fall from his lips like a chant as you start riding him, the frantic desperation that started this all bleeding into an almost sacred rhythm as you move together. He draws back and looks up at you, his gaze reflecting much more than simple lust.
Pressure builds in your head as he grips your hips tightly and begins controlling your movements, the tension rippling down your body like a waterfall to pool inside of your cunt. Each upward lift and subsequent lowering seems to hurtle you closer and closer to spiralling out of control, your moans mixing with his as his cock drags and tugs sinfully within you.
You both lean in at the same time, your mouths connecting desperately and you can feel him tensing beneath you as your hips rock faster. His hands slip around to grip your ass, his fingers digging into the supple flesh as he gasps against your lips. The way his pelvis is perfectly grazing your clit with every motion is causing little detonations throughout your body.
“Fuck…doll…I’m not going-to last-” he chokes out, and you can only nod and let out shaky gasps into his mouth. “Babe…fuuuuck….come for me….” He pleads, and you can tell he’s barely holding back as he looks up at you, his eyes wild as his movements become jerky.
You don’t need any more encouragement except that low whimpering begging to tip you over the edge, your cunt clenching and spasming around his cock as you let out a shriek. His grip tightens as he steadies you, your body bucking wildly as you come around him.
“Fuck-oh fuck doll, oh-fuck,- I’m gonna- CUM-!” he manages to gasp out, snapping you back to reality.
You hurriedly lift up off of him, your hand immediately grasping his cock, jerking him quickly to finish him off. He erupts with a shocked cry as his cum spurts upwards in a torrent before spattering down onto both of you, surprising you both.
“SHIT! FUCK! AH!” He chokes out, his body shuddering and jolting beneath you. One hand lets go of your ass to still your hand as he heaves in deep breaths, shaking his head as if to clear it.
You do your best to steady your own breathing, you mind finally trying to catch up with the events of the last hour. The wet sticky heat of his cum over your fingers and various parts of your skin begins to cool and you give him an experimental little tug.
He lets out a hiss of protest, his hand squeezing around yours to stop you from doing it again.
“Sensitive?” You ask softly, causing him to look up at you in feigned outrage.
You can’t help but smirk as he swallows heavily then lets his head fall onto the back of the couch with a curse, completely spent. You finally let go of his dick as his hand falls away, falling forward onto him to rest your head in the crook of his neck.
The room falls into silence outside of the fireplace and the raging storm beyond the cabin, his arm slipping around your waist as his hand gently cradles the back of your head. Soft hums leave your throat as he begins to pepper soft kisses against your temple and forehead.
“Wow.” He whispers, nuzzling your face with his cheek and nose.
“Mmmm…” you respond, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to momentarily drift off in the comfort of his arms.
You're finally roused as he shifts, and you pull back to look at him. His dark eyes flick back and forth, his face wary as he studies you. Realizing he’s likely worrying that you regret this, you press a soft kiss to his lips to stamp out any concerns.
He immediately smiles against your mouth, cupping your face with the palm of his hand, his thumb delicately caressing your cheekbone.
“Tired?” He asks gently between kisses, keeping his eyes open to examine your face as if he’s trying to memorize it.
You nod, realizing how exhausted you are but you hesitate to move away from him.
What if this is it? What if-?
His lips capture yours again, then he gives you that charming Jackson smile, making your stomach churn delightfully all over again.
“Let’s clean up…I…made a mess…” He looks down with an awkward laugh, and you can’t help but snort in response. “Yeah you did-”
“Hush-” he quickly plants another kiss on you, and all the anxiety swirling in your mind dissipates as he smacks your ass playfully.
“Hey!” You exclaim and he chuckles as you extract yourself off of his lap, turning to hunt down your discarded clothing. He stands to do the same, and you catch his gaze raking over your naked form. You blush at the way he’s studying you appreciatively but you don’t rush to cover yourself. Instead, you return the favor and finally get a glimpse of the fully naked man before you.
God he’s gorgeous, you muse at the way his lean muscles flex as he bends over to pick up his pants, admiring his backside appreciatively. I could spend hours just licking those tattoos-
“Why don’t you take a picture?” he teases with a grin, flexing his bicep like a dork.
You raise an eyebrow and turn to grab your phone. “Can I?” you retort, holding it up like a threat.
“You little-” He lunges at you and you shriek, laughing maniacally as you run from him.
Laughter fills the cabin as you end up in the upstairs bathroom with his arms encircling you from behind as he finally catches you, your phone tossed aside somewhere in the mad dash. He nuzzles and kisses your neck as he directs you towards the large jacuzzi tub to clean up.
Neither of you says much as you bathe together, letting your hands and lips say what words can’t at the moment. The jets swirl the water around your bodies as he positions himself behind you, letting you lean back against him so he can hold you.
“Jackson…?” You finally break the silence but he only hums, letting his hand trace along your arm until his fingers entwine with yours. He brings them to his lips to place a kiss on them.
“I’m sleeping in your room. Or you’re sleeping in mine.” He states firmly, leaving no room for argument.
“Okay.” You respond, your heart lightening at his determined tone.
“We can talk about everything tomorrow. I promise we will talk, no more misunderstandings or any of that. But babe? I’m not fucking around here.” he whispers, placing a kiss to your temple.
Your lips twitch, then curl up into a delighted smile. Those words alleviate a lot of the weight on your chest and mind.
“Neither am I.” You say, turning to look over your shoulder at him, and you're happy to see relief in his eyes as well.
You both eventually emerge from the tub, drying one another off before retiring to the room you’d picked out. Neither of you bother with pajamas as you slip beneath the warm covers and he cuddles up with you, spooning you as his legs tangle with yours.
“Goodnight doll.” He whispers sleepily, his arms secure around you, and the last thing you hear is a soft, content hum from Jackson as you drift off to sleep.
Hey besties!
Wow. It feels so surreal to be writing here again after all this time. If you’ve been following me since the early days of this account: thank you. If you just recently found it: welcome! Truly, thank you all for being here, and I hope you all feel at home here.
The truth is, I stepped away from writing and from this space for quite a while — not because I stopped loving it, but because life got... hard. I went through some rough patches with my mental and physical health, and I needed time to heal, to rest, and to just breathe for a while. I honestly didn’t know if I’d come back, but something in me always held onto this little corner of the internet, and the memories, the stories, and the community we built here.
Lately, something’s shifted. I’ve been writing again. Slowly, gently, joyfully. And now… I’m ready to share it with you ✨
I’m working on a brand new series featuring none other than Jackson Wang 🐺🔥 (Actually, my ult bias among all the kpop idols)
I can’t even explain how excited I am for this one. It’s a very relatable story, full of emotion, tension, longing, fluff, and (of course) a good dose of spice! 🔥😌 I’ve poured so much love into it, and I cannot wait to see what you think. Posting will begin very soon, so keep your eyes open and stay tuned!
To everyone who’s sent me messages during my absence, checking in, showing love, or just sharing your favorite moments from my fics... I’ve seen them all, and they’ve meant the world to me. You reminded me why I started doing this in the first place. 🖤
So yeah... I’m back. Not perfect, not all figured out, but definitely here. And ready to write again!
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.”
