summary: Running into your ex during date night has Jackie feeling some type of way.
warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, semi-public sex, breeding kink, unprotected p in v, orgasm denial, cockwarming, reverse cowgirl, gum transfer (eeeyuck… 👀) established relationship, pet names, no use of y/n, reader has braids bc i said so, super flirt!jackie, territorial!jackie, jackie is nasty af and you love it
based on these two requests. thank you to whoever sent it in, hope you enjoy it 💚 proofread but im human so mistakes happen. fuck ai. i don’t know that bitch.
dividers by @pixopix
Westminster, California, 1975
The engine to Jackie’s 1973 AMC Hornet revved as he pulled into the Hi-Way 39 drive-in theater. This was one of your favorite date night spots. The hour drive it took to get there didn’t put a damper on your excitement for it. The place was packed out with people and cars due to the most anticipated movie of the year: Jaws.
When Jackie had brought you here on the third date, you fell in love with the spot. You knew it was something you would have to do at least once a week. When he wasn’t on the road with his brothers, he was so eager to do whatever you wanted to do.
He paid the entrance fee and was able to secure a spot near the middle of the field. They hadn’t even turned on the pre-movie content yet so you felt it was a good enough to time to run to the concessions stand. Hopefully there wasn’t too long of a line.
The watermelon flavor of your BlowPop still vibrant in the gum you smacked on. Turning to Jackie as you dug in your purse for your wallet, you caught him staring at you heatedly.
“Why you staring so hard, Jackson?” You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile.
“I can’t look at my lady now?”
“Not the way you doing, nasty ass.” You blew a bubble with your gum. His eyes zeroed in the activity.
“That mouth of yours, I swear, little mama.” He did that thing with his voice that had you squeezing your thighs together.
“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” You tossed your beaded braids over your shoulder and smirked. “You want that chocolate you like from the snack stand?”
“I got the chocolate I like sittin’ right here next to me.” He licked his bottom lip, looking you up and down.
“Ooh, you are a dangerous flirt, Sigmund Esco. I reckon it’s gonna get you in trouble one day.” Another bubble blown.
“How bout it get me into some right now? Gimme that gum you smackin on.”
One of your eyebrows arched and your mouth twitched. There was no point in acting like you were disgusted because you’d never came harder than you did when Jackie ate your ass while fingering you on the second date. He was a super freak and you were obsessed with him, almost like he put a spell on you.
“Well come and get it then, papa.”
His big hand landed on your thigh, pulling you across the leather seats over to the driver’s side. He grabbed one of your legs to sit on top of his knees, opening you up. Jackie wrapped his fingers around your throat, leading your faces to meet.
Your lips clashed with his hastily. His tongue lapping at your lips until you opened your mouth, allowing him entry to explore. You let out a high moan pushing your gum into his mouth with his tongue instantly curling around it. With shiny lips and a string of spit following you both when you released each other, you were almost tempted to say fuck the movie.
Leaning against the door, Jackie grinned like the cat that got the canary. His strong jaw chewed on your gum like it was his to begin with and you had simply prepped it for him. You sat back, hand pressed to your chest trying to calm your heart.
“Fuckin’ delicious. Watermelon?”
“Boy, you ain’t no good,” you snorted, licking your lips, elated at the taste of him.
“Only for you, sweet thing.” He winked, pulling out his wallet. “Here, take this money so you can get whatever you want.”
“Jackie, I have my own money.”
“I didn’t ask you that, now did I?”
You could be stubborn with the best of them but Jackie being the oldest brother of so many kids you knew it was impossible to win any battle against him. You shook your head, taking his fifty dollar bill.
“And don’t forget my Pibb!” He yelled out the window as you walked away. You didn’t have to turn around to know he was watching your booty bounce in your polkadot sundress.
You were making your way back with the snacks when a familiar face stepped in front of you.
“Sunshine?” Only one man called you that nickname.
“Jerome? Hey honey, how you been?” Your ex whom you hadn’t seen in years. Occasionally one of your girlfriends would run into him and bring you the gossip but you hadn’t laid eyes on him since you both decided to part ways. He was trying to go to college in San Diego and you had stayed in Encino; you both felt the relationship wasn’t worth the long distance.
Jerome was a tall light skin with light eyes, straight white teeth and his signature small afro. The side burns were new though. He was a sweet talker, incredibly kind and smart. It was no wonder you dated him initially but alas you were bored.
He didn’t alight every nerve in your body like Jackie did. Jackie liked to go back and forth with you to an extent. Once he was over that he’d just thrown you down and draw orgasm after orgasm from you like he was born to do it. He could be rough despite that soft spoken, demure façade he put on. He also had a jealousy streak a mile long.
Jerome roped you into a side hug and began asking you questions, wanting to catch up. Every time you attempted to walk away and end the conversation he would reel you back in with some new detail about his life. You were polite but deep down you knew Jackie was probably wondering where you were.
“You lookin’ real good, girl. You must be eating right.” He leered at you.
You opened your mouth to shut him down when: “Yeah, I’m feedin her real good,” replied from behind you.
Exhaling in gratitude, you turned around seeing Jackie right behind you with his arms crossed. You knew that look in his eyes well. It told you that shit was about to go left very quickly.
“Jackie! I was just on my way back when I ran into an old friend. We were just catching up.” You smiled nervously, stepping beside your boyfriend.
“Old friend? From where?”
“I’m her ex,” Jerome supplied, clarifying simply.
You wanted to evaporate completely. Sighing in defeat, your eyes fell shut.
“Oh really?” Jackie’s voice hardened. You didn’t want to look at him.
“Jerome.” The other man stuck out his hand and Jackie just looked at it. Jerome put his hand back to his side.
“You like them J names don’tcha?” Jackie slightly turned his head towards you, arching one of his eyebrows. “Baby, I don’t need to be worried about you leaving me for a James, do I?”
“Technically, your name doesn’t start with a J so…” You joked awkwardly. You met his eyes, then shot yours to the ground seeing the unamused expression on his face.
That was going to be your ass. You knew that the second it came out of your mouth. He was not going to let that slide. Your pulse steadily climbed at the prospect.
“Well, it was nice catching up with you, sunshine. Maybe we can get a cup of coffee next time I’m in Encino.”
“Um, I don’t—“
“She won’t be available.”
The projector flickered on signaling that they were about to play the movie and you couldn’t had been more grateful for the interruption. Jackie grabbed the snacks out of your hands and turned on his heel without another word.
“Damn,” you mumbled under the breath and followed Jackie with your tail between your legs.
It took everything in you to hold in your scream while Jackie brought you to the brink repeatedly and then denied you. You were stretched on his dick with your back to his chest sitting in the drivers seat. He felt you shake while he lazily strummed your clit like a guitar.
Your legs were on either side of his, keeping you wide open for him. Knowing that anybody could look in and see what you two were doing thrilled you.
“Jackie,” you whined, hands clutching the steering wheel.
“Watch the movie, little mama,” the tone in his soft voice meant to brook no argument.
You had no idea what was happening at this point in the movie. Not long after it had started Jackie told you to take your panties off and to come sit in his lap. You were concerned that since you were out in the public that anybody to could see but he was adamant and not in the mood for games. He had taken himself out of his pants, stroked himself a couple of times until his rigid length was ready for you. You had nervously looked around and realized no one was paying your car an inch of attention.
“D’you know why we’re doing this?”
You shook your head, unable to answer because all your thoughts were focused on chasing your climax.
He took his hand away from your engorged bud and you wanted to cry. He rubbed his hands all over your thighs, feeling your sopping pussy clench around his dick.
“Yes, you do. You’re a smart girl. Tell me why.”
The air in the car was intoxicating. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to not move your hips.
“Because I was talking to—“
“Yes, because you were talking to another man. You know that’s not how we move ‘round here, baby.”
“But Jackie, I didn’t want to talk to him!” You groaned. “I’m sorry!”
“Oh, I know you’re sorry. This tight pussy trembling around me tells me that. But I need you to learn your lesson,” Jackie lightly scolded.
You hissed as his fingers went back to circling your clit, unable to control the squirm of your hips. He huffed out a strangled breath behind you. His thick veiny dick throbbed inside your heat. Your arousal was definitely soaking his front of his pants and you weren’t apologetic about that one bit.
“Sig, please. I need to come,” you mewled, biting your lip. The movie was all a blur to you.
“I’m sure you do.” His fingers sped up and your toes curled. Your breathing came in short pants. “Do you deserve it is what I need to know.”
“Yes! I’m sorry. I won’t do it again I promise. Just let me—“ You rattled off incoherently then keened with a closed mouth when he bit your shoulder.
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you, girl. I gotta lock you up to keep men away from you? Maybe I need to put a baby in ya.” He shifted underneath you, somehow digging deeper into you. His other hand caressed your stomach.
“Please, baby. Do it.” You were out of your mind at this point. You were so close it drove you insane.
Jackie inhaled sharply and slowly thrusted into you. His shallow jerks had your eyes rolling back. Your grip on the steering wheel increasing.
“You want my baby?”
“Yes, papa, whatever you want,” you moaned, gyrating your hips. The wetness of your cunt helping you slide easily.
“Take it then,“ he growled.
You moved like butter with him deep in you. You felt every vein scraping along your walls. With his tip kissing your cervix and the rough pad of his fingers swiping your button, it wasn’t long before you were shaking, coming undone especially hard on his big dick. You smashed your lips together to conceal the shriek that lodged in your throat.
Jackie followed you soon after shooting his seed into your womb. He groaned behind you feeling your pussy milk him dry. He moved your braids to the side and kissed the back of your sweaty neck, licking the skin with every kiss. You melted into his chest and finally released your grip on the steering wheel.
The sun had gone down at some point. Fireflies danced outside the rows of cars.
You casually glanced around and of course no one payed your car any mind, not with the big shark on the screen.
“I love you, Jackie. We so solid, I don’t want anyone else,” you whispered sleepily, turning your head into the crook of his neck. The smell of his Afro soothing you.
“Let’s keep it that way. I love you too, little mama.” He kissed your forehead and hummed with his length still resting in place. You loved that full feeling. “We gon have to come see this movie again. Don’t you think?”
ahdhdhahagdgs yall gotta know i love me some sigmund esco. with his fine ass!!! let me know how yall liked this one 💚
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!
