How come in almost every K-pop fandom we see Jackson as the party guy in fanfics, yet there are barely any fanfics about him? I need to read fanfics about Jackson Wang, the party guy... likeee I want to immerse myself in that world, not just have him appear as a secondary character. Damn! Knowing he’s the party millionaire hot guy who loves sex should be sparking the imagination of some authors! God, I need to read a angsty story about a one-night stand, friends with benefits, whatever, with him as the MAIN CHARACTER, PLEASE, UNDERSTAND MY VISIONNNN. I promise that if I were good at writing, I’d write the fanfics about him myself, but unfortunately I’m not. You know, some fanfic about meeting him in a club or after a concert or at some party for the rich and famous, having a one-night stand or not having one, but leaving that tension between them and then BOOM!, DRAMA, ANGUISH, TENSION, SEX, MORE SEX and finally something fluff. I mean, just listen to him in his interviews; he talks about not being able to meet the right girl because of his fame, his schedule and stuff like he spills a lot of tea JUST LISTEN. THERE’S PLENTY OF MATERIAL TO GET YOUR IMAGINATION WORKING AND WRITE SOME FUCKING JACKSON WANG FANFICS, please. Kindly. A fellow fanfic reader who wants to read some Jackson Wang fanfics.
Pairing: bff!Jackson x Reader
Genre: fwb to exes(?), angst with a bit of crack
Rating: M
Summary: Jackson reaches his breaking point with his fwb while having coffee with you.
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: language, me being unable to drabble
You’d never seen Jacks so stressed out before. His baseball cap barely contained the rat’s nest of hair fighting for freedom. There were bags under his eyes, and he’d skipped shaving. None of which normal Jackson would allow. He prided himself on his appearance. At the moment, it looked like he could chain-smoke his way through a pack of Newports. For once, you considered canceling your Saturday morning hangout and sending him home to sleep.
“I can’t do it anymore,” he whispered. You looked up from your coffee, surprised. He looked at you and spoke through his teeth. “She’s fucking killing me.”
It took a minute for you to piece the context clues together. “Oh, your fuck buddy?”
He cringed. “I wanted her to be more than that. I thought…I thought if I was patient she’d see our potential.”
“Did you both agree to keep it no strings attached?” He nodded with a pout. “I won’t say it, but you know I’m thinking it.” You sipped from your coffee. “So, what happened?”
“I got a text from a friend telling me she’s hooking up with this guy who’s had it out for me for years. The closest thing I have to an actual nemesis.” He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, inhaling through his nose, then exhaling loudly through his mouth. “I honestly can’t see myself sleeping with her ever again.”
Your eyes widened as you puckered your lips in surprise. “Oh! Well, um. At least you figured that out before you made any life-changing steps.” You bit into your donut.
“Yeah, I guess that’s a plus, but I…” He huffed. “I thought she’d be different.”
“I mean, it isn’t like you didn’t go into this situationship with a mutual agreement. You said yourself that you weren’t looking for anything serious.”
He covered his face with his hands. “I thought we agreed to no ‘I told you so’ when it comes to heartbreak?” His voice was muffled, and it was difficult to take him seriously. “You can’t kick a bestie when he’s already down.”
“I’m not trying to! I’m just restating the facts hoping you’ll realize how ridiculous this sounds. You were hoping your friend with benefits, who agreed with you to keep it NSA, would say fuck it and fall in love with you. Hon, this isn’t a romance novel.” He dropped his head on the table, nearly knocking over his coffee. “In my opinion, it’s the loneliness talking. Everyone has a pet for a reason.”
“I can’t take care of a pet!” He sat up. “I can barely take care of myself.”
“You have a whole fucking entourage of people with you at any given time. Surely one of them can help. Or! How about asking one of them to be your emotional support person?”
He looked at me, visibly confused. “Why would I ask them when I have you?”
“Jackson?!”
You both jumped at the shrill call of his name. He immediately shrunk in on himself as you looked around for the source of the voice. A tall woman who had to be 95% legs was crossing the street towards your little table outside of the cafe. You looked at him, intending to ask if she was the topic of the morning, but he wouldn’t look up.
She reached the table and pushed his shoulder. “Hey, you jerk. Any reason you’re ignoring my fucking calls? Did you forget you were supposed to come over last night?”
Nevermind the fact that you’d never met her and she could’ve at least acknowledged that you were sitting there watching the drama unfold. Two seconds in and you were already done with her, but you wouldn’t leave unless Jackson was ready to go. So, you picked up your coffee and sipped loudly.
Jackson lifted his cap and pushed a hand through his hair. “Something came up. By the time I was done, I was too tired to drive.” He forced himself to look at her. “Sorry. I should’ve let you know.”
“But you’re here now with someone else?” She gestured at you. “I mean, you can just be honest with me. Just tell me you’ve found another fuck buddy.”
Your eyebrows shot up, and you nearly choked on your drink. “Excuse me?”
Jackson shook his head. “No. Absolutely not. You don’t get to stand there and make wild ass accusations when I have pictures of you all over someone else just hours after being in my bed.”
“The fuck are you talking about?” She took a step back, jaw dropped.
Jackson didn’t respond and instead picked up his phone. A few swipes and he held it up to her. “That’s you, right?”
Is this what it’s like to be a fly on the wall? You couldn’t see the picture, but oh boy, you could see her face, and she was losing color faster than an old monotone cartoon character. Fuck, you might need a bag of donut holes to substitute popcorn for this front-row entertainment.
“So what, you have your friends watching my every move now?” She folded her arms, and her gaze flicked over to you. “I can’t do what I want, but you have time for cute little coffee dates with nobodies?”
You scoffed. “Oh, please. Don’t let my being here distract you from the real issue.” You stood up, tossing your empty cup into the trash. “I’m going home.”
“What? You can’t leave me here.” Jackson tossed his trash and started after you, but his fuck buddy grabbed his arm.
“Excuse you—”
He jerked away. “Don’t. We’re done. Don’t call or text or message me on Insta—nothing. Forget I exist.” He turned away from her and marched over to you, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards his car.
“Are you shitting me right now?!” the woman screamed. “You can’t be serious.”
“Serious as a goddamn heart attack.” He opened the car door and gestured for you to get in. “Watch your head.”
She continued yelling at him as he went around to the driver’s side, but it was clear he wasn’t paying attention to a word she was saying. He got in with a huge grin as he put on his seatbelt. “So, what do you need to travel?”
“I’m sorry, what?” You looked at him with several degrees of concern. “What are you—” You remembered the previous conversation. “Jacks, no. When I said emotional support human, I meant someone already in a position to travel with you. I have a life here, a job that pays my bills so I can support that life.”
“Okay, but consider this: will that job pay for a vacation somewhere pretty like Bali?” He pulled away from the curb.
yooo I was inspired to write a mini series - stay tuned for the next chapters xoxo
I. Nestfest II. A night of firsts III. Chasing the night IV. The almost kiss V. Breaking point VI. The first kiss VII. No turning back VIII. Hidden in the spotlight IX. Under the spotlight X. Love in the chaos XI. The world is watching XII. Yours XIII. The morning after XIV. Prove them wrong XV. Say my name VXI. Morning afterglow XVII. Love or career? XVIII. The consequences of loving you XIX. Rumination XX. The ultimatum XXI. The hardest goodbye XXII. Falling without you XXIII. Can't escape you XXIV. Losing you twice XXV. Fight for me Epilogue
[Part One]
Summary: It'd been three years since he'd left you, and since then you'd kept a distance from everyone. You weren't going to find your happily ever after, or at least you thought.
Warnings: Angst, Depression, Anger,
A/N: I haven't written for jackson in years, hope this is okay! I've been writing for Marvel and Love && Deepspace for the last year or so. I'm not used to writing fluffy pieces anymore.
You clutched the phone to your ear and chuckled as your best friend rambled on about something her daughter had done. It was indeed probably the cutest thing you'd ever heard, but you couldn't shake the undeniable clench in your chest when you thought about the future you could have had too. Shaking off the memory of that restaurant, and brining yourself back to the present you sighed.
"Well, I'm where I need to be I can call you back later?"
"Alright, I'll talk to you then, love you!" She said through the phone then hung up.
Since Jackson had broken up with you you had thrown yourself into your work. Blind dates set up by friends but never truly letting yourself get attached, now labeled as avoidant was not something you'd ever expected. Not when you so readily threw yourself into the last relationship you'd had. Unluckily for you, today had other plans--ones that would force you to face something you never truly had.
Jackson Wang.
It wasn't surprising that you were still working in the same circles, and you knew he was around but when you walked into the office your step faltered for a moment. Though, you were impressed with how quickly you recovered. Around the table sat many other higher ups at your company.
His eyes met yours and he offered a small smile, you didn't know how to react so you did the same. The way you two knew each other wasn't work appropriate. You knew everything from his mom, to how his family life was growing up. You knew more intimate things too, like how he took his coffee or how he preferred his bacon cooked.
Shaking your head you took out your notepad to take notes on the meeting, but when he spoke it was as if he commanded your attention. It'd been this long, and still your heart seemed to beat only for him.
"With my leadership in the company we can encourage growth not towards our usual consumers. Based on bi annual data that I received it shows that a different age group is now moving into the work force, and by appealing to that work force while the older generation retires we can secure more long lasting employment and loyalty within the company." he explained his voice fading off as you watched him, you always loved how passionate he was about work or about anything.
The way he carried himself demanded attention and for some reason, despite how he broke you heart, you still gave it to him. The men seemed to bicker for a while causing you to roll your eyes, of course the geriatric board members wouldn't like the idea of their jobs being aged out.
"I think its a great idea," you interrupted them, "if we continue on with only pandering to the senior employees our turn over rate is going to only get higher. It costs us more annually to train new employees than it would to slightly shift how we run the offices and give better benefits to ensure employees stay on longer."
The room seemed quiet after that, and slowly one by one the men agreed to his terms. When they vacated the office you saw him approaching you, you didn't want to see him--didn't want to talk directly to him. It was all too much even after three years.
"I missed you,"
You blinked for a moment then furrowed a brow, "Fuck off," then turned on your heels to leave the office but he grabbed your arm.
"I deserved that, but it doesn't make it not true." he spoke to you in a hushed tone.
You let out an incredulous laugh as he pulled you in front of him, "What the fuck, Jackson? You can't just grab people like that, you lost that privilege with me three years ago."
He nodded, "I know I did," but he seemed almost pleading. "I got help, I saw so many different therapists it made my head spin and the only thing that never changed in my mind was you."
You didn't say anything this time not understanding, your heart pounded in your chest as he tentatively put a hand on your waist to pull you closer. "All I could think about was you, and... I thought it was guilt for a while but it's not." he murmured gently, the ghost of his breath on your face.
"Than what's is it?" You whispered softly, scared of the answer.
Jackson breathed a laugh, "I love you, never stopped, probably never will and I know I don't deserve a chance or for you to even consider -"
"You love me?" You whispered interrupting him softly, "I.. I've changed,"
"So have I," he assured her," I'd be surprised if you hadn't. "
You didn't know what to do but he seemed to as he interlaced his fingers with your left hand. "You're not married,"
"No," you whisper.
He hummed, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. "You're not seeing anyone."
"No,"
His mouth was closer to yours now, "I want to kiss you,"
You breathed deep, "Yes," it was almost a desperate plea and his lips were on hers in the shitty fluorescent lighting overhead. His arms wound around you as he lifted her onto the conference table then cupped your face.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he whispered burying his face into your neck. Your hands came up to stroke his hair gently as he soaked you in, "I'll never leave again... ever."
Tears filled your eyes as you held onto him like an anchor in rough seas. "Okay...for the record I love you too."
A broken laugh escaped him and he brought your mouth back to his and even if this didn't last forever a part of you didn't care... because he was yours now.
Title: Just like magic
Pairing: Jackson Wang x (f) reader
Summary: You and your colleague have never got on, he irritates you more than anyone you know, and especially when you attend a work event to announce your imminent promotion. But what happens when you're not prepared for the unexpected.
Genre: Enemies to lovers / idiots to lovers / colleagues to lovers / office romance / one shot / angst / smut
Rating: 18+ (NSFW)
Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) / breast play / finger play (f. recieving) / heavy making out / Explicit language / cumshot
W/C: 4.7k
Banner: me
Beta: @flurrys-creativity you're the best cheerleader ever!
Notes: Thank you to this anon, I was super excited to write this one and the inspiration just kept coming, I hope you enjoy!
A groan rumbles in your throat, as your heels click against the stone steps ascending into the tall, old building being used as this year's work party venue.
“It won't be that bad,” Mark's voice next to you brings you some comfort, as he squeezes your hand, encouragingly. Glancing down at his polished nails, painted by you and you squeeze his back.
“Thank you for coming with me, honestly, you're the best friend a girl could ask for.”
“I wouldn't let you endure tonight alone,” he says, holding the large door open and gently placing his hand on your lower back, guiding you inside.
Your footsteps echo as you cross the large, ornate foyer, where one of the servers points you in the direction of the hall, the music muffled behind the closed doors.
“You ready?” He asks.
You nod and thread your arm through his, before taking a much needed deep breath. Tonight's work party is to celebrate the accomplishments of the company for this financial year. And most importantly the new creative director of events would be announced. You've worked your butt off for this promotion for two years, you've planned the most events out of anyone else in your company and with excellent reviews. All of this has not been without plenty of sleepless nights and working late. Now, it was all about to pay off and you felt like you could breathe again, but this work party had been filling your stomach with butterflies ever since it was announced. You hated being the centre of attention, plus the fact the promotion would be announced in front of everyone and you had to do a speech, made you very uncomfortable.
You walk into the large crowded room, suits and gowns as far as you can see. A large piano sat in the far corner, where a lady in a lavish blue dress and long black hair played an elegant piece, hitting the keys with perfect precision.
You drag Mark to the bar, insisting on a drink before any greeting, that is until you hear an all too familiar voice behind you. None other than Jackson Wang.
“Mark, my man, it's been a while since y/n’s dragged you along to anything.” He says, no doubt shoving his hand into Marks. You take a few gulps of your martini.
“Another please.” You mouth to the bartender, tapping on the glass.
You finally face Jackson, not even bothering with fake pleasantries.
“Y/n, you look…” he pauses for a moment and clears his throat, “nice.” He says the words as if they would choke him upon their exit and you can't help but roll your eyes.
“Gee, thanks,” you mumble, your nerves of tonight's events, making you far less patient for Jackson Wang than usual.
You two have been practically mortal enemies since his arrival at the company. He has been here half the time, does half the work you do and yet, gets most of the praise. But boy, does he love to rub it in. Everything about him rubs you up the wrong way.
“You seem to be in more of a mood than usual.” He remarks, “I thought you'd be celebrating by now.”
“Yes, well not everyone likes being the centre of attention, Jackson.”
He smiles, seeming awkward at the bite in your retort. “Well, Mark, great to see you as always.” They shake hands and hug once more, before Jackson turns back to you, placing a hand on your shoulder and says, “good luck, y/n.”
Your irritated glare burns holes in his back as he walks away.
“You need to cut him some slack,” Mark's voice sounds next to you, annoyance blooming like a tree inside you, “he was just trying to be nice.”
You fight the urge to snap at him, taking a breath before speaking, “no, nice and Jackson Wang are two words that can't coexist in the same sentence in regards to me. He's nice to you, yes. Me? Absolutely not. He’s sarcastic and loud and he doesn't care about anyone but himself.” You down the rest of your drink and pick up your second that waits for you at the bar.
“I think you're wrong about him. He's just-”
“Chaotic, arrogant, self-centred, conceited. I could go on if none of those work.” You reply dryly, ignoring the eye roll he throws your way.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” your boss on the microphone startles you out of your current conversation and has your stomach doing somersaults. “Can you all gather around, please?”
Mark holds out his arm for you, “shall we?”
Grasping it like your life depends on it, your feet move mechanically towards the crowd at the stage. Your legs feel like they would surely give way under you, if you weren't leaning on him so heavily.
“Now, it's the time we've all been waiting for folks…” he smiles cheerily. “I'll keep this brief, as I know everyone is eager to delve into the celebrations…”
You attempt to control your breaths and hope to slow down your rapid heart beat, pounding alarmingly hard against your rib cage.
“...creative director is a prized position in our company, and so, of course we had to make sure we chose the right person…”
A loud swallow seems to echo around you as you try to quell the dryness in your throat. How on earth will you be able to do a speech?
“...we need someone who will continue to bring in fresh ideas, someone who will create trends and not follow them and someone who will do their best to strive for this company…”
Your ears throb, mimicking your heartbeat and making your boss's words quiet.
“...it is my utmost pleasure to introduce to you, your new creative director…Jackson Wang!”
Your legs wobble and Mark clutches you to his side, his eyes straight on your face. But you couldn't look at him. Instead you're scanning the room, finding Jackson as he climbs the stairs onto the stage. A wide Cheshire grin stretches across his face, too wide not to have known that was coming. Your blood boils in your veins, an unbearable heat rising up through your body and straight to your face, making your head feel aflame. You flash back to his ‘good luck’ to you only mere moments ago and your chest fills fit to burst with a scream you dare not let escape.
All around you a muffled call of “speech, speech,” slamming its way into your ears like a steel drum.
No matter how much you don't want to watch this scene play out, your feet are frozen to the floor beneath you, unable to do anything but stare.
He laughs, “wow, uh, believe it or not, for the first time ever, I'm speechless.”
The crowd erupts into laughter, only infuriating you more as your fists clench into tight balls at your sides.
“Hey, let's get out of here?” Mark says attempting to soothe your anger but you don't miss the slight panic in his tone.
There's a brief moment of Jackson meeting your eyes and you could swear he almost faltered while making his rehearsed speech…almost but he recovers and you can't bear to see anymore. You let Mark lead you slowly out of the large room, following blindly alongside him, numbness taking over.
You both come to a stop in a quiet part of the building with no prying eyes or ears. Mark comes round in front of you, taking both your hands. “I'm sorry, y/n.” He whispers.
A hot tear rolls down your cheek and it's only then you realise your blurry vision is because your eyes are a dam ready to overflow. Cheering in the distance trumps again and you guess he's finished his speech.
“Do you want to go?” Mark asks bending down to try and catch your eyes, but your stare is fixated on the marble flooring.
You did, of course you did. You wanted to run as far away from this as you could but, you were expected to be here, your boss will want to talk to you, no doubt and you don't want anyone thinking you ran off and sulked, especially not Jackson. The last thing you would do is let him see you upset because of him, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Swiping harshly at the wet trail down your face, you swallow your pride down and take a deep breath. “I can't, I have to stay.”
He says nothing but nods in understanding.
“Give me a few minutes ok, I'll meet you back inside.”
He eyes you carefully. “Are you sure? I can wait here for you?”
Smiling, you lay a hand on his chest. “I'll be fine, I promise. I'll see you inside.”
Reluctantly he agrees and heads off back into the main venue, looking behind him once to check on you. Once he's out of sight you head to the bathroom to freshen up, needing a moment to collect your thoughts. Thankfully the mirror is unoccupied giving you the chance to touch up your makeup. Smoothing down your dress, you release a steady breath, feeling calmer and more prepared now you are in control of your emotions. However, when you open that bathroom door, you're met with the last face you expected to see waiting for you.
“Y/n,” Jackson breathes, seeming relieved.
Your fists are balled up at your sides in an instant, all your calming positivity thrown out the window from just your name on his lips.
Gritting your teeth to keep your cool prevents you from replying.
“I'm so glad you're still here.” He takes a hesitant step towards you.
“Where else would I be, Jackson?” You snap.
He stills, his face falling and eyes suddenly so sad and vulnerable it hurts your heart. The fact you feel guilty for your response has you doubting your feelings, but you push it aside. No, he's the one that's done this, he's taken something you've worked so hard for.
“Y/n, we need to talk.”
A bitter laugh escapes you, “you're the last person I need to speak to.”
You try to walk past him but his hand comes out, grabbing your arm gentle but firm, your head snapping back to him.
You realise then this is the first time he's ever touched you, unsure as to why that thought enters your head, you push it aside.
“Y/n, please.” His pleading eyes pull at your heart, as confusion muddles your mind further.
Shrugging out of his grasp and folding your arms across your chest, you say, “you have five minutes.”
He breathes a sigh of relief and closes some distance between you. “Thank you.” He smiles, seeming to ease the tension but maybe he's just smug that you've relented.
“I know that we haven't always seen eye to eye,” he starts and you can't help but scoff at the understatement. He ignores and continues, “but I want you to know that I've refused the promotion.”
Your mouth falls agape. Never in a million years would you have guessed that's what he was about to say. “Why would you do that?”
“Call me crazy,” he takes slow steps towards you, your arms fall at your sides even though you feel more tense than ever, “but I think a promotion should be earned.”
You're still waiting for the punchline but when there's only an inch between you, you look up into his dark eyes, open and honest and find your wilful thoughts faltering.
“You've worked harder than anyone in this company to do that and I've expressed that to our managers. You've not been recognised for all the work and revenue you've bought in for them. If I'm honest, I think you'd be better off elsewhere, but that's not my business.” He holds his hands up, surrendering before you can snap at him again. Only this time, your anger and annoyance has dissipated, left with only awe and bemusement in its place.
Your eyes narrow at him, still unwilling to completely let go of the distrust you hold. He smiles at your suspicion. “Feel free to go in and ask Mark, he is my witness, I'm a man of my word.”
There's a long pause, unwavering eyes on one another in the empty corridor, before he swallows and looks at his feet, shifting awkwardly on the spot.
“Anyway, I just wanted you to know. I'll see you around y/n.”
He starts off towards the exit doors and something inside you rises up, unwillingly to stop this conversation, the words fly out of your mouth, “why are you being so nice, now?”
He turns and smiles sadly, “I've been trying to be nice to you for months.”
Instantly, you're ready to argue but he puts a hand up to stop you, “you assume the worst of me and I'm not really sure why?”
For once you are at a loss for words, thinking back to every conversation you've had recently, could you have misinterpreted him? Or was he right, and you've just been looking for a negative brush to tar him with?
“But you're always so…” you're unsure where to start but decide on the least offensive first, “loud.”
“Did it ever occur to you that perhaps, I'm trying to get you to notice me?”
Your eyes snap across to his, feeling sure you would see the teasing in his eyes and when you don't, you feel more confused than ever. “Well, what about this, you tease me so often I never know when you're serious.”
He takes a step towards you. “I tease you to make you laugh.”
“But what about when you're always showing off?”
Another step closer. “Once again, trying to get you to notice me.”
You're desperately trying to connect a puzzle in your head but the pieces just don't seem to fit.
“But why?”
He laughs, shaking his head at you and swiping a hand through his hair, a move that he makes looks so devastating, your thoughts still. “I like you, y/n, I have since I started working here. I was hoping our fiery banter would turn into something more but…I never realised how much you despised me until tonight.”
A rock of guilt and disappointment lands in the pit of your stomach at his words.
“I'm sorry, truly, I didn't mean for there to be any miscommunication or to have upset you in any way. I should have just been up front and honest sooner,” he explains, making you feel worse.
Standing here looking at him now, how sincere and exposed he is, you realise what an idiot you've been.
The office is always full of laughter when he's around, something you'd assumed was at your expense, but he was aiming for your laughter instead. He was always speaking up in meetings, trying to pitch his ideas, you'd assumed he was talking over you and attempting to prove he's better, but it was all for your attention. Every compliment he'd given you had seemed sarcastic and full of mocking, instead he was just being awkward and unsure of how to communicate with you.
“No,” you say, closing the distance between you, “I was wrong, I read you completely wrong, all due to my own stubborn and selfish thoughts. I'm sorry, Jackson.”
The blush that crept across his cheeks was something you'd never imagined and made him look even more handsome.
A slow melody sounds around you, echoing down from the main function.
He clears his throat and holds out a hand to you. “Could I be so bold as to ask you to dance?”
You hesitate, although you're surprised at how badly you want to. “Here?”
He nods, a breathtaking smirk plays on his lips and needing no more encouragement, you take his hand and let him pull you to him. His arm wraps around your waist, holding you to him as your feet move perfectly in sync, slow and deliberate.
Neither of you say a word for the entire song, just enjoying the closeness, though unexpected and when the music stops so do your feet.
“I always thought you hated me.” You can't help the nervous laughter that escapes as your bodies remain pressed together.
He looks down at you, hooking a finger under your chin, “I'd rather fight with you, than be with anyone else.”
You realise now how serious he is, how much he means everything he's said to you and…much to your surprise, how much you want him too.
Without overthinking or second guessing, you grab the lapels of his blazer and pull him down towards you. He eagerly obliges. Not before cupping your face with gentle hands and touching his lips, softly but assertively to yours.
Your mouths explore each other in a passionate dance, tongues swirling and lips moving together perfectly, until you're both breathless and pulling away, fighting for air.
“You wanna get out of here?” You ask, your core throbbing with an unexplored want.
He nods frantically, pulling out his phone and requesting a cab.
“Come on, 2 minutes.” He takes your hand and pulls you towards the exit but as you leave the main doors and the chilly night air hits you, you remember someone.
“Wait, I need to find Mark.”
“No need, princess,” Mark's voice sounds from behind and you spin to see him casually leaning against the wall. “I'm waiting for a taxi as we speak, you go and have fun.” He winks at you and you resist the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl.
“See Mark, I knew I liked you.” Jackson says before leading you back down the steps and to your waiting car.
“Hurt her and I'll break you in half!” Mark calls out and you can't help but laugh, knowing how serious he is.
As Jackson pulls open the door of the cab you slide in, he follows you in quickly and slams the door.
“Your place or mine?” He asks.
“Mine’s closer.” You rattle off your address to the driver, before your mouth is on Jackson’s again.
Feeling needy and eager as his hands explore a pathway down your body, you resist the urge to climb on top of him.
“Did I mention how good you look in that dress?” He whispers against your lips.
“Not really no,” you respond, as your lips make their way down his neck, relishing the way his breath hitches in his throat.
“As soon as I saw you tonight, all I could think of was peeling this off of you.” He grabs at the material around your legs, bunching up to reveal your flesh. His fingers skate slowly up your thigh but he pauses and grabs them instead, letting out a frustrated growl. “I’ve wanted you for so long, these last few moments feel unbearable.”
You feel powerful and confident as you decide to make matters worse for him. Gliding a hand up his muscular thigh until you reach his crotch, you can feel his erection through the fabric of his trousers and you palm at it teasingly. He sucks in a breath and then holds it, biting his bottom lip with pleading eyes aimed at you. Smiling, you have to resist the urge to unzip him right there but the car comes to a stop, much to your relief.
Jackson tips the driver and helps you out of the vehicle.
Grabbing his hand, you race to your front door, fumbling to find your keys in your purse with the other hand. He presses the front of his body against your back, his hands wandering all over you, exploring an urgent pathway that makes you want to melt against him. The click of the lock has you growling with fervour, as you roughly push your way inside your apartment. Spinning, your lips are on his, burning with a passion you've never experienced, as your hands are whipping off his tie and rapidly tackling the button on his trousers. Your hands slide up under his shirt while he clumsily tries to undo the buttons, you however, have no time for that. Ripping open his shirt, and hearing the spray of the buttons as they scatter around your living room floor.
“Sorry.” You whisper breathlessly.
The smile you feel against your mouth tells you he doesn't care one bit, and before you know it, you're stumbling through your bedroom until your back knocks into your dresser.
His hand grasps the back of your knees suddenly, and before you can register, he's scooping your legs up and lifting you onto the wooden top. He glides the material of your dress up and over your head, only briefly breaking the contact between your bodies, before slotting himself in between your legs
His fingers find the hem of your underwear and pull them off quicker than you anticipate, having to hold yourself onto the edge of your dresser.
Your fingers run along the hard muscles of his chest and down his stomach, you're desperate to have him inside you. No thoughts of teasing and drawing this out, you wanted him to quench this unbearable thirst, now.
Reaching inside his briefs, you free his erection from its clothed prison, he's rock hard in your hand and you can't help the desperate whine that escapes you. Lining him up to your entrance, you use your legs to guide him in.
He pulls his lips off you and searches your eyes, cupping your face in his hands. “Are you sure?”
You nod frantically, “please, Jackson, I need you.”
His mouth connects to yours, more hungry and desperate than before and he pushes himself forward slowly, sliding into you and stretching you open.
The resounding groan from the two of you, sounds animalistic and raw. No holding back, just giving in to your feelings and desires.
Watching each other intently, panting with excitement, time seems to slow down. The mood changes around you. Having him in such an intimate manner opens your eyes, seeing him clearer than ever, as if for the first time. You hold his face, pulling him down to you with a kiss that's different, not full of eagerness and impatience, but comfort and understanding.
When he bottoms out in you, he pauses, savouring the moment between you, tongues dancing softly together but it's not long before you find your impatience growing again. With your legs hooked around the back of his, you pull him forward, and grind yourself up against him, willing him to move.
He grunts and gets the message before he's pumping in and out of you in a perfect rhythm, making your heart pound wildly in your chest, so loud you can hear the echo in your ears, thumping away.
He grabs at your bra and pulls it down, freeing your breasts, his hands are on them in an instant, massaging them.
The sound of your dresser squeaking under the movements and pressure beneath you, only turns you on more, at this point, it could collapse under you and you'd still continue on their tirade.
Your hands find his buttocks, squeezing the flesh as you control his movements, wanting him harder and faster, the pressure building up inside at an alarming rate.
You admire his body, toned to perfection, your gaze travelling up to watch his face, as his eyes are solely focused on his dick sliding in and out of you. The groans coming out of him are so sinful it makes you feel hot inside, too hot, like your skin could burn off your body at any minute and as the pressure inside grows intense, you realise you're dangerously close to a very powerful orgasm.
“Just like that,” you gasp, unable to say much more from the pleasure tightening everything and strangling your words.
“You close, baby?” He asks, eyes on your face as you nod. He smiles, looking pleased with himself, “I want to see how pretty you look when you come.” He bites his own lip, as if trying to hold off his own climax. The idea of that is all you need for the pleasure bubble inside you to pop and your body contracts aggressively around him, as you’re blinded by white light.
“Oh, yes.” He whispers, as he holds your face towards him, while he helps you ride out your high. The pulses continue on until they die down and suddenly he's pulling out of you and pumping himself with his hand, until he explodes all over your stomach and chest, leaving white ropes of ecstasy as evidence on your skin.
Leaving your head on his chest, trying to catch your breath, he strokes the skin on your back.
After a few peaceful moments, he places his knuckle under your chin and lifts your head up towards him, planting a tender kiss to your lips.
“Come,” he says, pulling up his trousers and then scooping you up in his arms to take you to your bed.
Your eyelids feel heavy and you can feel the adrenaline leaving your body as you curl up into his side, the last thing you remember is his lips against your forehead.
*
Opening your eyes, you're met with bright sunlight streaming through your window, you can hardly keep them open. Rolling from your front to your side and feeling for your phone on the bedside table, you check the time. 10.05. Not too late for a Sunday. Glancing down you notice your naked body, as the memories from last night's events come back thick and fast as you sit bolt upright, eyes darting around the room.
“Jackson!” You call out through the ajar bedroom door, wondering if he's somewhere else in the flat.
Silence.
Your stomach sinks slightly. Did you fall for a complete fabrication of feelings for a one night stand? Checking your phone; there's no missed calls or messages from him. Flopping back down on your bed, you pull the sheet over your head, feeling embarrassed and stupid and wanting nothing more than to hide away from the world. How were you going to face him at work tomorrow? Did any of your colleagues see you leave together? The thought churns your stomach, regret starting to seep in, hurting your chest with every new thought or worry.
A noise in the distance distracts you momentarily from the chaotic thoughts using your brain as a roundabout. You sit up, hearing someone moving around in your kitchen, could it be him?
You get out of bed quickly and quietly, pulling on some shorts and a vest, giving yourself a quick check in your mirror, that's when you notice your makeup and other items that neatly sat on your dresser, scattered all over the floor. A flush travels up your neck with the images from last night.
You swallow them down and tiptoe out into the open plan living room and kitchen.
There he stands, dressed in his suit trousers and shirt, at the counter, putting something on a plate, humming quietly to himself. The sight pulls in your chest and you can't help the smile that pulls your mouth as you lean casually against your door frame.
He turns towards you, carrying a tray with what looks like an iced coffee, panini, a plastic bowl of fruit and pancakes. When his eyes notice you, he freezes, his cheeks flush red briefly as he beams at you. A smile so captivating you can't believe you didn't appreciate it before.
“Hi,” you break the silence first.
“Morning,” he says, dreamily, then shaking his head as if to snap himself out of his daze, he adds, “I thought you might like breakfast. I didn't know what you'd like, so I got a selection.” He stands there, seeming awkward, his usual confidence gone.
You walk towards him, taking the tray and placing it on your dining table. “It all looks amazing, and very thoughtful. Thank you, there is something I'd like for breakfast.”
He frowns, bewildered from your actions, as you watch his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. You close any distance between you, playing with his shirt and notice the question in his eyes.
“You.” You reply, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
He's on you in an instant, lips dancing hungrily with yours as he lifts you and carries you into the bedroom, leaving your breakfast waiting for when you've stated the hunger you feel for him.
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!
Summary: Being friends with the Got7 boys means getting roped into dance parctices with them, it’s all fun and games at first everyone is laughing and joking until Jackson makes a wrong move and injures himself. You’re with him every step of the way.
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Thank you to @got7paradisejust4u for helping me with this go give her some love :D
It was a relatively chill day, the sun was shining, people were out enjoying the weather, and it was just generally a lovely day. It was lovely enough to spend the day outside but your friends Jackson, Yugyeom, Mark and Bambam have you stuck inside the studio, wanting to practice some dances ready for their upcoming shows. Why you were there, you never know, but it was nice to have them for company as they always know how to make you laugh and how to include you. Though you found yourself not the best at dancing in comparison to the boys, you still enjoyed it when they practiced their routines with you, and always cheering you on, calling you the 8th member of the group. This is something that became a regular occurance after becoming friends with Bambam, who introduced you to the rest of the boys. You couldn’t help but fall for one of them, Jackson, he intrigued you, he challenged you, he made you laugh and he just stood out to you in comparison with everyone else. But out of respect to your best friend, Bam, you never acted on your little crush, supressing it as much as you could so there was no way you feelings could get in the way of anything, so you weren’t biased when they bickered, or played games. You’ve only been in the studio for an hour before they start their usual antics, teasing each other about a move they had one, or even just the way the looked when they danced. There was never a dull moment and it made you grateful that arguements were very rare, only playful ones, where you knew how to stop them before they got out of hand and either Bam or Jackson get pissy and turn into little whiny babies. However, as it was a chill day, they were on their best behavior for a change.
“Hey, Y/N! How about you swap with Yugyeom for this dance routine? You know his parts right?” Mark teased, holding his younger in a light chokehold, ruffling up his hair as you get up to your feet, ready to step in as Jinyoung, Jaebum and Youngjae walk in, confused as to why Yugyeom was sitting down and you’re in his spot for ‘NaNaNa’. However, they shrug it off laughing as they put down their bags and continue to join the dance, teasing you that you weren’t tall enough so it threw them off. “Fine, let Yugyeom back in then!” you bite, knowing you shouldn’t with these lot as they start laughing at you, shaking their heads, “No, you have better footwork!” Jinyoung remarks, sending playful daggers to the youngest, who pouts in return, crossing his arms before poking his little tongue out. “Then stop complaining!” you retaliate. Within seconds of the song ending, and before you could even catch your breath from laughing and dancing at the same time, yugyeom comes from behind you, running up and sweeping you up onto his shoulders, “Hey, now she’s tall enough!” he excplaimed as you held on tight, scared he was going to drop you or even fall with you on his shoulders. “Put her down, we don’t need any accidents!” Jaebum shouts, in a half serious tone, but Yugyeom does as he’s told to ensure he doesn’t get a scolding later on if he did hurt you, or himself, better yet, both of you. “You’ve jinxed it now Jae,” you wink at him as he shakes his head with a grin, “Don’t now Y/N, touch wood!”.
The new choreography for one of their new songs included some stunts that were always left for either Mark and/or Jackson to do mainly. They had years of practice for this and we’re always happy to do so. You found yourself so suprised each time they did a stunt, though you knew they could do it, you always worried that something would go wrong, especially with Jackson. He could get very cocky if he was in one of his hyper moods, trying to do many stunts in a row and your heart would be in your throat each time, trying not to run to him to stop him from doing it again after he’s just done it a couple of times. Despite that, you always had faith in them, to be careful. Until this very moment. They had previously discussed about including a stunt in one of their songs, and though they were completely in agreement for it, you always wished that they’d change their mind as Jackson started to show off, as he does it once, jumping off Jaebum’s back, doing a flip then spinning to do a back flip. Your heart raced as they did it a first time, but he did a safe landing, putting you at slight ease but of course, they felt the need to go over it a few more times. You already noticed that Jackson had jumped wrongly, landing awkwardly to spin, but as he goes to do a back flip again, his ankle folds awkwardly on his landing, causing his leg to slip underneath him and the sound of a crack was loud enough to wake a sleeping baby, not long followed by him screaming in agony. “Jackson!” you cried as you ran to him, kneeling at his side as he clutched his leg, obvious broken bones on the leg he landed on. “Call 911!” you cried as you try to comfort him, running your fingers through his hair as you try to ensure that he wasn’t hurt anywhere else. Your heart broke at the sight of him in pain as the others panicked around him, running to find someone as Jaebum makes the call for an ambulence. “Y/N, please don’t leave me!” Jackson cries through the pain as you shake your head, holding onto him tight as you promise to stay by his side.
After what felt like a lifetime wait for the ambulence to turn up, you clutched onto Jackson’s hand as they move him onto a stretcher, manouvering him down the building into the ambulence. You insisted to stay with him for the journey as he cries for you, fighting with the nurses to let you on with him. “He needs me, please?!”. After hearing scream in pain for you, they felt as though they had better let you do so, holding onto his hand and careessing it with your thumb as you reassure him that everything was going to be okay. Within minutes, he’s getting rushed into the emergency room, the heavy doors closing behind as you’re forced to leave him and wait. You couldn’t help but pace around the waiting room as the boys tried to help reassure you that he was going to be okay, but the look of worry on their face showed they didn’t even believe their own words. “Why have you always got to include stupid stunts in your choreography?!” your voice breaks as the tears you tried holding back turned into floods. Your sudden outburst even broke the other’s composure as they try to hug you, but you weren’t having it. You knew something was going to go wrong. “Y/N, please calm down,” Jinyoung pleads, finally being able to get you to let him hug you as you sobbed into his chest, wishing things had gone a different way, “He’s going to be okay, I promise,” he reassures as you snake your arms around his waist, holding him there in a hug for emotional support, you needed something to keep you in line, to calm down. However you struggled to even forgive them for letting anything happen. You understood that it’s a part of being an idol, especially athletic ones like Mark and Jackson, who get given these jobs, but you wanted to turn back time, to make sure they had never agreed to do such things.
For what felt like hours, you sat in the waiting room, still clinging onto Jinyoung who kept you calm through humming songs for you, caressing your hair. That all came to a halt when you noticed the Doctor coming through the doors, not even giving him a chance to even open his mouth, you’re at his feet, begging him that Jackson’s okay. “Gentlemen, Miss Y/L/N, I have good news and bad news... Mr Wang is okay in himself, though he’s broken a couple of bones in his leg, and has had to have a cast put on his leg to make sure that his bones heal properly. I’ll write a formal letter to your company to keep him from extensive activities until he’s completely healed”. Your breathing stops from the news, but you found your so relieved that he was okay, tears fall from your eyes again, grabbing the doctor’s arm before he could walk away, “Let me see him, please?”, “Of course, follow me” the doctor says, directing you to the room as the members follow not far behind, letting you go in first to ease your mind after your meltdown. “Hey Jackson, how are you feeling?” you ask, trying to hold back tears, though he could tell you’ve been crying for him. He shrugs as he smiles, cracking a joke and teasing, as he usually would, “You’re crying like something extremely bad happened to me. It’s only a broken leg,” he teased as he swipes a tear from your cheek, you nuzzle into his hand on your face as he smiles even more, “Didn’t know you cared so much about me~”. You couldn’t believe the cheek on him as you tap his arm, cracking a laugh soon afterwards, making him exaggerate the pain there instead of his leg.
For about half hour, you just sat there talking to him, the boys coming in and out of the room, offering refreshements, and apologising to their brother, but they all knew it was an accident. “Hey guys, mind leaving me with Y/N a minute please?” Jackson asked, as they respect his wishes, walking out one by one, you were confused by his sudden request, furrowing your eyebrows at him as he waves goodbye to them before switching his attention to you. “Hey, come sit on this side of the bed with me” he requests, holding your hand as you walk around to the otherside of the bed, shuffling onto it next to him as he asked, still oblivious to what he was planning. “I can’t thank you enough for being there for me always, you’re amazing, Y/N. And I can’t help but admit how much I love you, not just as a best friend, but I LOVE you, more than you could ever imagine” your eyes fill up from his sweet talking, as you couldn’t believe what he was saying, out of all the times he could’ve confessed he had to chose now. You smile at him as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into a cuddle as he kisses your forehead, “I can’t go another day without needing you to be mine, so will you do an injured, handsome, funny guy a favour, and be my girlfriend?” he teased again but in a genuine way as you nod, relieved that all of these years, you couldn’t believe he felt the same way for you. A kiss was shared as the members run into the room, quietly screaming and getting all excited at the sudden events. “Hyung finally confessed!!” Yugyeom cheered as the others congratulate the new relationship. Happy that the sunshines after a thunderstorm.
⚠️Warnings⚠️: Contains cursing, mentions of violence and mafia life. Also angry Jackson.
Genre: angstttt
Pairing: ReaderxJackson (same mafia universe as previous drabbles!)
Something didn’t feel right. From the moment Jackson’s Fendi loafer stepped foot on to the pavement of his property. Call it a gut feeling, the career he built from the ground up taught him to trust his instinct.
“What is it?” Mark had asked from the opposite side of the Ferrari. One foot still in the car as he regarded his dear friend’s stillness. It never foretold anything good.
“Call the others just in case and search the perimeter,” Jackson returned taking the glock he had tucked in the waistband of his designer trousers out. As quietly as possible he removed the safety.
With a nod from his enforcer Jackson approached his home; his front door had been tampered with to avoid the security system. His heart leapt into his throat as he thought of intruders harming his unsuspecting family. Training be damned, his wife never had to employ it before, he kicked the door in preparing for the worst.
The shrieking wails of his children had his feet moving without further thought.
“Mina? Cai?” Jackson called desperately trying to find his babies in the mess of his ransacked mansion.
“Baba!” His baby girl shouted back, “Baba we’re in here!”
Without hesitation Jackson began ripping the books off his shelves in an attempt to pull the right one to trigger the emergency shelter. He nearly yelped in relief when it opened.
Mina was cradling her little brother in her lap on the carpeted floor. Both had tear stained faces and red splotchy cheeks, and was that blood on their clothes?
“Baba…” Mina choked on a small sob as she and her little brother rushed for the safety and comfort of their father’s arms.
He held them both tightly against his chest. His eyes roaming over their faces and little bodies for any injuries.
“It’s okay,” he soothed, “I’m here, Baba’s here.”
He ran soothing circles across his daughter’s back as she cried uncontrollably into his neck and dress shirt.
“T-They took M-mommy,” she gasped out in to her father’s ear.
Jackson felt his stomach churn with a tidal wave of negative emotions.
“Who did baby?” Jackson coaxed her softly.
“The bad men,” she managed to sob out, “They hit mommy so hard she fell asleep.”
Those fuckers knocked his wife unconscious. Those sons of bitches. Jackson felt the rising fire of anger in his gut, the flames boiled his blood. Retaliation, retribution, were the only two things in the forefront of his mind.
No one dared to lay a hand on his woman. He never thought anyone would be that stupid. The last man who tried ended up with a bullet between his eyes.
Guess his message needed to be shouted from the rooftops this time.
He had an idea who was behind this. He was going to make sure that they would pay for disturbing his family. For harming the love of his life, the mother of his children.
For scaring his son and daughter. For the nightmares that will haunt their once peaceful sleep.
“Baba isn’t going to let anything happen to your mommy,” he kissed his daughter’s temple and the top of his son’s head.
“Uncle Jaebeom has already found where the bad men took her,” Jackson informed his children after he received the notification from JB that the morons never thought to check her jewelry for any type of tracking bug.
