Jackson returned home about half an hour due to traffic, and you looked like a mess. You were holding 5 positive pregnancy tests in your hands as you sobbed, when all of a sudden you heard the door open. “I’m home, jagiya!” You heard him yell, you quickly shoved the tests in your pocket and dried your tears. You hoped he wouldn’t notice, yet you knew that he would. He would notice even the smallest details about you, he had always been extremely observant. “Hey.. talk to me,” he said as he watched you slowly exit the bathroom. Instead, you just broke down, clutching onto him as best you could. “Shhh.. breathe, it’s okay. You can tell me when you’ve settled, just focus on your breaths.” Once you had calmed down a bit, you reached into your pocket and pulled out the tests to show him. He looked at the tests, too stunned to speak for a moment. “Oh jagiya… is this what you were scared of? I’m not leaving you, ever. This… this is amazing. What you choose to do is your decision, but either way I’ll support you.” You sighed a deep sigh of relief as you finally looked up at him. “I thought… because of your career.. that you’d decide it was easier for you to leave.” He admitted that it made his heart break a bit, but he knew where you were coming from. “No matter what, you are my priority. Even if I have to take a hiatus to care for you when you’re near your due date. I love you, and we’re in this together,” you smiled and pressed a kiss to your boyfriend's lips. “I love you so much, thank you.” You had felt so much doubt at first, but now your baby felt like a blessing. You knew that it wouldn’t be easy, but you knew you didn’t have to go through it alone.
6 months in, everything had been going great. He went with you to every appointment and the two of you were stronger than ever. When he told his company, they were… shocked to say the least. However, they had supported you guys since the very beginning. In 2 months, Jackson would go on a hiatus to help you prepare for the baby. You had been so stressed at first, but he had been absolutely perfect this whole time. Whenever you needed him, he was there. Even if you were having weird late night cravings, he made it no matter what. This whole experience had made you realize that he was your forever, you knew that you two could survive anything.
It seemed like it was unreal. He was fantasy but yet here he was. You stared at him as he dug through the picnic basket.
It felt like if you closed your eyes for a moment the dream would fade. He made you feel pure euphoria, you never wanted to let that feeling go.
You'd met him by chance. A rainy day in a café, quite cliche, particularly because you'd forgotten your umbrella and he offered to share his with you.
Never had you met a stranger that felt so familiar. It moved fast, your friend and family were worried but 3 years later you were still together. He felt coming home after a long day of work, the first day off after weeks of overtime, he was your comfort.
You afraid but not of him, he would never hurt you, but losing what you had, this feeling. Sometimes you stare at him as he slept next to you. His long lashes resting on his cheek, his chest rising and falling. This was love and it made you cry every time
I'll love you til the day that I die
Til the day that I die
You both had a journey during this relationship, learning to love after many failed tries, figuring out how to love each other properly, it was beautiful.
No one was meant to be perfect but he was. His voice, his hair, his hands, his laugh, there was nothing about him that you hated. It was finally your time to experience true love
"Are you ok?" You finally came back to reality. He was staring at you with worry embellished on his face
You stood up and looked out at the setting sun. You held out your hand behind you, he took and stood up next to you.
Ethereal, the sun kissed the baby blue water as the clouds slow danced, the pink tint of the sky perfect set the ambiance.
A soft smile decorated your face. This was love, after years of trying this was true
I knew you in another life
You had that same look in your eyes
You wanted to feel like this forever. To have the soft morning kisses, to sneak little touches under the table, to never have to say what you felt because you could see it as plain as day
He walked ahead of you pulling you closer to the water. The warm ocean caressed your feet as he drew you closer and spun you around to the sound of his own drum
You threw your head back and closed your eyes, this moment was burned into your heart and mind. You opened your eyes as when you felt him leave your arms.
He knelt in front of you on knee, a ring in his outstretched hand.
"Marry me"
~~~~
Anyone else obsessed with Birds Of a Feather by Billie Eilish?
🩷 Pairing: Jackson Wang x Original Character: Starr
🩷 Genre: Fluff/Smut
🩷 Summary: Starr and her best friend scored tickets to a Jackson Wang concert, and it turned into a night they will never forget!
🩷 Word Count: 4,907
🩷 A/N: This is the first fic I am posting. I used to write years ago and have just started up again. I hope you enjoy it. Also, this is my first attempt at some smutty content. 😅
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*Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Some elements may be inspired by real life or even ideas outside the genre, but nothing is a direct account. Characters are either original or loosely inspired by real people, though they aren’t meant to be true-to-life representations.*
Starr and Kali were basking in the glow of an unforgettable night. They had scored tickets to see Jackson Wang. Not just any tickets, but floor seats right by the stage. From the moment they secured those coveted spots, they knew camping out to get near the barricade was a must. Their determination paid off.
The concert was everything they ever dreamed of and more. Jackson’s music, energy, and electrifying presence on stage were perfect. Tears streamed down both of their faces as the night ended, tears of joy, excitement, and even a hint of sadness that it was all over. What made it even more surreal were the moments when Jackson seemed to notice them. It was the kind of night they would cherish forever.
Or so they thought.
As they slowly made their way out of the venue hall, still buzzing with adrenaline and the tears slowly stopping, a voice called out to them. “Hey, do you want to return to my hotel and hang out? There’s going to be a bunch of us going from the concert. You guys were having a great time out there, so I wanted to extend the invite.”
The voice sounded familiar, far too familiar.
Starr and Kali had wide-eyed looks of disbelief before turning around, frozen. Standing there, just feet from them, was Jackson Wang.
“I’m sorry, my ears are ringing from the concert. You’re Jackson Wang,” Starr stammered, her mind struggling to process what was happening.
“Could you please say that again?” Kali chimed in quickly, trying to sound casual while suppressing the fangirl screams threatening to escape. “It was so loud in there, we didn’t quite hear you.”
Jackson smiled. “Sure, I get it. It was loud. Like I said, I sometimes invite fans to hang out after the show. I’ve already invited a few people, but I noticed you two having a great time tonight. I’m glad I caught you before you left. What do you think, wanna join us?”
Starr blinked, her face flushed. “Uh…thank you for the invite. Do you mind if we take a moment to talk it over?”
Jackson chuckled. “Of course, take your time.”
She grabbed Kali’s arm and pulled her aside. “Okay, we’d be insane to say no, right? I didn’t want to just jump at it and seem desperate.” Starr whispered hurriedly, her heart pounding.
Kali stared at her, incredulous. “If you had said no to Jackson Wang, Starr, I would’ve slapped you, gone alone, and left you behind!” She burst out laughing.
Starr grinned. “Alright, alright, I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.”
The two returned to Jackson, trying their best to play it cool. “We talked it over,” Starr said with a confident smile, “and we’re definitely free. We’d love to come hang out.”
Jackson beamed. “Awesome. I was hoping you’d say yes. I noticed you both during the show and thought, ‘They’ve gotta come.’ Follow me.”
Their faces blushed at his words, but they quickly stepped behind him, their hearts racing. Starr and Kali joined the small group of fans Jackson had gathered from the concert. They all headed to his hotel; the entire walk there was surreal.
They all chatted together as if they were long-time friends; Starr and Kali couldn’t help but exchange private texts:
Starr: This is real, right? Like, he actually knows we exist.
Kali: OMG, pinch me. If this is a dream, I don’t wanna wake up.
What had started as the best night of their lives was now turning into a story they’d never forget.
When they arrived at the hotel, Starr and Kali were speechless. The suite was beyond anything they had ever imagined: sprawling, luxurious, and filled with an energy that matched the night they’d just had. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city’s sparkling skyline, and the sleek modern decor radiated sophistication.
Jackson had gone all out. A fully stocked bar sat in one corner of the room, with a private bartender mixing the drinks. “No one’s paying tonight,” Jackson said.
Despite the open invitation of complimentary beverages, Starr couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. From experience in the food service industry, she knew how much bartenders relied on tips, so she made sure to tip generously each time she got a drink since she noticed that no one else was tipping. The bartender smiled appreciatively every time.
The night unfolded like a dream. Everyone shared stories about the concert, the crowd, their favorite moments, and how they ended up at this once-in-a-lifetime gathering. Some fans talked about other Jackson Wang shows they’d been to, while Starr and Kali admitted this was their first.
Jackson left the group briefly, then returned with a mischievous smile, holding something behind his back. “Who wants to play a game?”
The room erupted in nervous laughter, everyone eyeing him warily. Unsure what Jackson was about to pull out from behind his back. “Depends,” they all said together.
Jackson revealed a box of Uno cards, and the tension broke as laughter filled the room. “Don’t look so scared,” he said, chuckling.
The drinks were flowing by now, and everyone felt more relaxed and uninhibited. The group of twelve included a mix of fans, some of Jackson’s staff, and a few of his dancers. Five of them, Jackson, Starr, Kali, and three others, decided to play Uno. At the same time, the rest continued chatting and drinking in the background.
Starr and Kali exchanged a knowing glance as they settled at the table. They’d learned long ago that sitting next to each other during any competitive game was a recipe for chaos. Without a word, they agreed to keep some distance, seating another player between them.
What they didn’t tell anyone, though, was their unspoken rule: if they weren’t sitting next to each other, they would naturally team up against everyone else. It always happened as if by instinct.
They avoided putting Jackson between them; neither wanted to risk making their first real interaction with him a battlefield of wild card draw-fours and skipped turns. Starr and Kali’s competitive spirits soon appeared as the game started lightheartedly between the players.
“You better watch your back,” Kali teased, giving a mischievous smile and throwing down a reverse card.
“Back at you,” Starr replied with a sly grin, stacking a draw-two.
Jackson raised an eyebrow. “I feel like I should be worried about you two.”
“Oh, no,” Starr said sweetly, trying to play innocent while batting her eyes. “We’re just here to have fun.”
“Yeah,” Kali added with a smirk. “We’re harmless.”
The group laughed, but it wasn’t long before everyone realized Starr and Kali had a silent, strategic rhythm that left their opponents groaning in defeat. Even Jackson shook his head in amused disbelief.
“This is officially the most intense Uno game I’ve ever played,” Jackson said, shuffling the deck for the next round.
When the group had finished playing a few rounds of Uno, Jackson stood up, gathered the cards, and disappeared into another room. He returned moments later, holding a different deck, a standard pack of playing cards.
“Don’t worry,” he said, grinning at their cautious expressions. “These are just regular cards; what do you wanna play?”
“I’m down for anything,” Starr said with a smile. “My two favorites are poker and rummy. But I’m open to learning if it’s something new.”
Kali laughed, nudging her friend. “She doesn’t know many card games. I’ve got her defeated in that department.”
The entire table erupted in laughter, even Starr.
They settled on poker, a game Starr knew but wasn’t exceptionally skilled at. Winning wasn’t her priority tonight; she was just there to have fun. The group of six gathered around the table. Jackson sat at the head, with Starr to his right. A fellow fan, Mark, sat next to Starr, followed by his friend Nate, then Laura and her boyfriend, Adam. Kali sat directly across from Starr at Jackson’s left.
The game moved quickly, laughter and friendly banter filling the air. As they began the third round, Mark accidentally knocked over his drink. The liquid contents spilled across the table and began to pour onto Starr’s clothes.
“Oh no! I’m so sorry, Starr. I didn’t mean to hit that,” Mark said, looking embarrassed.
Starr smiled, waving off his apology. “It’s okay! Accidents happen. Honestly, it’s not a big deal. I’ll clean up and be back in a sec.”
Excusing herself, Starr made her way to the bathroom. There, she assessed how nasty the stain was. The soda stain was glaringly apparent on her red shirt, one of her favorite colors. “Why couldn’t I have worn black tonight?” she muttered.
She quickly removed her shirt, ran it under the water, and scrubbed the stain with soap, hoping that it wouldn’t leave a permanent stain since it was fresh. Grabbing a blow dryer, she focused on the damp spot, hoping it would dry without leaving a mark.
She was so absorbed in her task that she didn’t hear the door open. When she glanced up, her reflection caught a familiar face standing behind her, smiling. She gasped, jumping in surprise and clutching the shirt in her hand to her chest.
“Oh my god, you scared me!” she exclaimed, spinning around to face Jackson.
He stepped closer, holding a shirt in his hand. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. You were taking a bit, so I wanted to check on you. I brought you this; it’s one of mine.”
Starr blinked, her face heating as she realized she was standing shirtless in front of Jackson Wang. “Oh, uh, thank you, but I think I’ve got the stain out. I can just wear this.”
He tilted his head, his hand lifting her chin gently so their eyes met. His proximity made her heart race. “I insist,” he said, his voice soft yet firm. “You can take your shirt home and clean it properly. Besides, this is one of my shirts. No one else has it. How could you say no to that?”
She hesitated, overwhelmed by the situation. Jackson was so close, his gaze locked on to Starr, and that playful smirk on his lips made it hard to think straight.
Her mind raced. Why is he staring at me like that? Why is he so close? She tried to focus, reminding herself that Kali and the rest of the group were just outside. But at that moment, all she could think about was how badly she wanted to close the distance between them.
“Starr, can I tell you a secret?” Jackson asked suddenly, his voice low and intimate. Her breath caught in her throat. “Uh, um, sure. Of course. I’m all ears,” she replied, though her heart pounded. She didn’t have much choice, cornered as she was, but she wasn’t about to complain.
Jackson’s gaze never left hers. “Ever since I saw you at the concert, I couldn’t concentrate. All I could think about was you. I wanted to get you alone. So, in a way, I was thankful you had to come in here to clean up.”
Starr’s eyes widened. His words caught her completely off guard. “I... I…”
“You don’t have to say anything,” Jackson interrupted, his voice soft but firm. “I can see it in your eyes. You want the same thing I want.”
She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing. “To deny it would be a lie,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But… Kali and everyone else. I’ve been gone for a while, and now you’re here too. What are they going to think?” She hesitated, then added, “And I don’t want to be seen as just another fangirl who’s trying to sleep with an idol.”
Her eyes dropped, unable to meet his anymore, but his hand on her chin held her gently in place. Even so, she glanced down, sadness flickering across her face.
“I understand what you’re saying,” Jackson replied, his voice filled with a warmth that made her heartache. “And I appreciate your honesty. But leave that to me. Just from meeting you tonight, I know you’re not that kind of person. I didn’t get that vibe from you at all. You’re different. So please…” His thumb brushed against her jaw. “Look at me.”
Starr reluctantly raised her eyes to meet his, her breath catching as she saw the sincerity in his expression.
Jackson leaned forward, placing the shirt he’d been holding onto the counter. His now free hand gently removed the shirt she had been clutching to her chest. His touch trailed to the small of her back, his palm pressing lightly against her, sending an unexpected shiver down her spine. Instinctively, she arched ever slightly, and a playful grin appeared on the corner of his lips.
Without hesitation, Jackson pulled her closer and kissed her, the intensity of it stealing the air from her lungs. Starr froze briefly, stunned, before melting into the kiss. Her hands found their way to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.
Encouraged by her response, Jackson released her chin and used both hands to lift her effortlessly. Starr gasped softly as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Jackson carried her with ease, sitting her on the counter. Their lips never parted, the kiss deepening as the world outside the bathroom seemed to fade away.
At that moment, nothing else mattered, not the concert, not the others waiting outside, not the nagging doubts in her mind. It was just them, caught in a moment neither wanted to end.
Jackson pulled back slightly, his lips lingering close to hers, his voice filled with urgency. “Starr, can we take this to the bedroom? I can’t keep holding back. I want to be with you completely. I don’t care who’s here or what anyone thinks.”
Starr froze, her mind reeling. She had fantasized about this moment countless times, but standing here now, reality felt heavier than she’d ever imagined. Jackson Wang, her bias, the man she admired from afar, was asking for something she had only dreamed of, but those dreams didn’t come with the crushing weight of doubt and fear.
Her thoughts spiraled. What happens after this? What if I say yes, and then I’m left behind? She knew herself too well; her heart wasn’t built to handle being close to someone and losing them. She couldn’t mentally handle growing more attached to him than she already was. She realized her thoughts must have been showing because Jackson’s expression looked at her with worry and showed a softened expression.
“Hey, Starr,” he said gently, stepping closer and tightly wrapping his arms around her. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
Her resolve disintegrated at his tenderness. Tears filled her eyes and spilled over as a shaky breath escaped her mouth. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I want to, Jackson. I really do,” she began, her voice breaking. “But I’m scared. I don’t want to get attached only to be hurt. It would be like your song, LMLY. That would be me, loving you from afar, left behind. Kali and I… we’ve joked about moments like this, imagining scenarios, but it was always just a fantasy. I never thought it would actually happen.”
She wiped at her face, her words tumbling out in a rush. “The truth is, I think about this more than I want to admit. And I know the kind of person I am; I don’t see you as just an idol. I see you as a person, and that’s why it scares me. I’d get attached to you. And in your world, with your schedule and life, I’d just… fade away. I probably wouldn’t see you again unless I went to another show. That’s what hurts the most.”
Her tears flowed more freely now, and her chest seething with emotion. Jackson held her closer, his hands cradling her face as he wiped away her tears with his thumb. “Starr,” he murmured, his voice steady and calm, “you’re not just anyone to me. I see you, too. I don’t want to be the reason you hurt, ever.”
He stepped away briefly, grabbing his shirt from a nearby chair. Without a word, he slipped it over Starr’s head, covering her, and then threw her shirt over his shoulder. “You’ve been through enough tonight,” he said softly. Before she could protest, he easily lifted her into his arms, carrying her bridal style.
He brought her into his bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. Pulling the covers over her, he kissed her forehead and smiled reassuringly. “Just rest here,” he said. “You don’t need another drink. I think it’s time to call it a night.”
Leaving the room, Jackson returned to the gathering. Sensing the late hour, he thanked everyone for coming and suggested it was time to wrap up. He even arranged rides for the guests, insisting on covering the cost himself.
Before Kali could leave, Jackson pulled her aside. “Can you head to your hotel and grab your things?” he asked. “I’ll have one of my drivers take you. I’ve already paid for your room for the night, but I want you and Starr to stay here with me. I have plenty of space, and I don’t want either of you returning there tonight.”
Kali hesitated but saw the sincerity in his eyes. “Are you sure?” she asked.
He nodded. “Positive. Starr is already asleep, and I want her to be comfortable.”
Once Kali left, Jackson returned to his room. Starr was still lying in bed; her tears had slowed. She looked up at him as he entered. He explained everything he had arranged, including Kali bringing their things back.
Starr’s eyes widened in surprise. “Jackson, you didn’t have to do that. We can’t impose like this; it’s your room and your personal space.”
Jackson chuckled softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Starr,” he said, brushing her hair back from her face, “this was my decision. No one makes these choices for me but me. I want you here, and nothing will change my mind.” He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, and kissed her again.
He moved to lie beside her, his arms pulling her close. “I didn’t get enough time with you tonight,” he admitted, his voice low and warm. “I wanted to ensure you knew this isn’t the last time you’ll see me. I promise you that.”
Starr felt her tears return, her voice trembling. “Please, Jackson,” she whispered, “don’t make me promises you can’t keep. I’ve had too many broken promises before and can’t handle one more.”
Jackson held her tighter, his heart breaking. “Then let me prove it to you,” he said, “one day at a time.”
Jackson and Starr lay together in his bed, their conversation flowing easily as they shared pieces of their lives. The warmth of his presence comforted her, though Starr couldn’t shake her wandering thoughts. Jackson had instructed his security team to inform him when Kali returned so he could personally greet her and ensure she settled into the guest room he’d prepared.
When Kali arrived, Jackson quietly slipped out of the room, leaving Starr alone with her thoughts. He met Kali at the door, carrying the belongings she had retrieved for herself and Starr. Guiding her to the guest room, she handed off Starr’s things, ensuring everything was set before bidding Kali a polite goodnight. She hesitated momentarily before asking, “Can I give you a hug to say thank you?”
He nodded with a small smile. “Of course.”
Kali hugged him, her gesture warm but respectful, and then she stepped back, smiling brightly. “Thanks again for everything, Jackson. You’ve been so kind tonight.” With that, she turned and closed the door behind her, sending Starr a quick text to confirm she was settled in for the night.
Starr read the message but didn’t reply. Her mind raced, overanalyzing the hug. Was it just a hug? Could there have been more? She knew Kali would typically be the first to mention anything noteworthy. Still, Starr couldn’t help the flicker of jealousy creeping into her chest. What if she’s holding back because I haven’t told her about us?
So lost in her thoughts, Starr didn’t hear Jackson return until his voice broke through her preoccupied state. “What are you thinking about now, babe?” Her heart palpitated.
“Wha...what did you just call me?” she asked, as it took her breath away.
Jackson chuckled, stepping closer. “Caught that, did ya?”
“Don’t ignore me,” she said in a curious tone.
“I called you ‘babe,’” he said while laughing. “Now, your turn. What has got you deep in thought?”
Starr’s cheeks flushed as she stammered, “Kali texted me… that’s all.”
Jackson raised an eyebrow, sensing her hesitation. “Does every text from Kali make you look this sad?”
She sighed, avoiding his gaze. “No, not usually. I don’t know why this one did.”
“What did it say?”
“You still haven’t answered my question, Mr. Wang. Why did you call me ‘babe?’” Starr pressed, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Because that’s what you are to me,” Jackson replied, his tone sincere. “Now, tell me what the text said.”
“She said you escorted her to her room and… that you gave her a hug.” Her voice wavered, her eyes darting away as her insecurities bubbled to the surface.
Jackson walked around the bed to where she lay and sat beside her. Gently, he lifted her chin with his finger, his eyes searching hers. “Starr, look at me,” he said softly. She resisted, but his patience didn’t waver. “Please.”
Reluctantly, she met his gaze.
“Kali asked for a hug to thank me, and that’s all it was. Nothing else,” he assured her. “I came straight back to you. What you’re feeling right now is jealousy. And you don’t need to feel that way.”
Her lips trembled as she whispered, “Why not, Jackson? I’m nothing special. There are so many beautiful women out there. Even Kali is a better choice than me. I don’t know why you’re so hung up on me.”
Jackson’s expression grew firm but tender. “Starr, stop,” he said, his voice steady. “Looks aren’t everything. They’re just a bonus. What matters to me is the whole person and you; you’re the complete package. When I saw you earlier, I was struck by how beautiful you are on the outside, but what made me pursue you was your heart, mind, and soul. That’s why I can’t get you out of my head.”
She stared at Jackson, overwhelmed by his words and the sincerity in his voice; tears fell. Acting on impulse, Starr moved forward, closing the space between them. Instinctively, she interlocked her fingers behind his head and pulled him into a kiss.
Jackson responded immediately, following her lead as she lay back against the bed, pulling him with her. He shifted his body to balance his weight, his left arm bracing him above her while his right hand tenderly caressed her face and hair.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The world outside faded, leaving only the two lost in each other.
Starr’s hands began to explore Jackson’s form with deliberate slowness. Her fingertips traced the back of his neck, gliding down over his broad shoulders and arms. She let them drift back up and down his sides, her touch feather-light but confident. They stopped only when they reached the hem of his shirt. Pausing momentarily, she wrapped her fingers around the fabric and began to lift it, pulling the material over his head.
The motion caught Jackson off guard. Once free of the shirt, he looked down at her, his expression a mixture of curiosity, a soft grin playing on his lips, and a flicker of concern in his eyes.
“Starr,” he said gently, his voice steady yet profound, “what are you doing? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to or anything you think I want you to. I would never force you into something you’re not ready for.”
As he spoke, his gaze remained locked on hers, unwavering and filled with sincerity.
Starr leaned forward, brushing her lips against his, her kiss warm and reassuring. “I know,” she murmured against his mouth. “You’ve made that clear, not just with your words, but with everything you’ve done. I trust you, Jackson. Completely.”
Her words lifted the weight of his worry, and he felt at ease. Leaning in, he kissed her again, obsessed with always wanting to kiss her, his lips meeting hers with tenderness.
Jackson adjusted himself to be over her. His presence was intense but never overwhelming, and his touch reflected the trust and connection they had built in their moments together. His need to be with her and touch her was intense.
With one swift and fluid motion, he removed the shirt that had adorned Starr’s body, revealing her smooth skin and delicate curves beneath. Her breath was caught in her throat as she gazed at the stunning man before her, his dark hair tousled, and a fiery intensity burned in his eyes. Jackson couldn’t help but admire the woman lying before him, her beauty magnified by the light’s soft glow from nearby.
He unzipped Starr’s skirt without hesitation, effortlessly sliding it off along with her fishnet stockings and underwear. She couldn’t help but giggle at his impressive skill. “Mr. Wang, you certainly know your way around a zipper,” she said playfully. He grinned mischievously, “Just wait until I show you my real skills.” With that, he unfastened his pants and pulled them down, revealing his fully toned physique.
Laying back on top of Starr, he resumed their passionate kissing. Slowly, he began planting wet kisses down her neck and across her chest, taking care to pay equal attention to each breast and nipple. His lips continued their journey down her abdomen and pelvis until he was met with the soft inner of her thighs. He placed kisses along the sensitive skin as he made his way upwards.
Starr couldn’t help but feel a mixture of nervousness and excitement as Jackson’s skilled lips traveled closer to her most intimate areas. As he continued to worship her body with his kisses and caresses, any apprehension melted away, and she gave in to pure pleasure.
Jackson gently takes her clitoris into his mouth, sucking on it with care and causing her to gasp and move her hips. He holds her down as he continues to pleasure her with his tongue, exploring every inch of her most sensitive area. She can’t help but writhe and moan in response to his expert touch. As he presses his tongue against her core and massages it firmly, he revels in the way she responds to him, unable to contain her moans and squirms. He becomes more vocal and dominant as she moves uncontrollably under his touch.
Jackson peppers Starr’s body again with kisses, this time with more intensity and urgency. His teeth gently graze over the tense muscles in her neck as he supports himself with one arm and cups her breast with the other, his fingers tracing over her nipple. He positions himself between her legs, fitting perfectly. He begins to grind against her wetness as both their breaths become heavy and labored. As he enters her, they both moan loudly in unison, their hips meeting in perfect synchrony. He then slowly thrusts into her as her body adjusts to accommodate his size.
His movements are slow and deliberate as he pulls out and then pushes back in. Starr can’t help but moan loudly, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist. Jackson maintains a steady pace; their bodies pressed tightly together as they share shallow breaths. She loves the feeling of his weight on top of her and inside of her. Every touch from him ignites her senses. Their noses brush against each other as they breathe heavily, and she runs her finger across his bottom lip, feeling his warm breath on her skin.
Starr can feel her heart racing as she bites down on her lip, trying to suppress the giggle that threatens to escape. The moment’s fierceness overwhelms her, and she giggles, amplifying the desire rushing throughout her body. Jackson’s smile widens at the sound, quickly redirecting his attention to Starr’s lips. Resuming his thrusts with a craving and dire pace, each movement ignites a fierce passion between them, causing their bodies to move in perfect unison as they both lose themselves in the raw intensity of pleasure.
Their bodies were fueled by a fire and passion that burned between them. Jackson’s love for Starr never wavered. Every movement and kiss was filled with the devotion she deserved. He knew that he was the one who was to provide that.
The night continued; their exhaustion turned into euphoria as they collapsed in each other’s arms. Amongst the tranquillity of the night, they listened to the steady rhythm of each other’s heartbeats, beating as one. Starr drifted to sleep, safe and secure in Jackson’s embrace, while he tenderly played with her hair.
Jackson’s promise to take things one day at a time was sincere. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her, not after experiencing this one perfect night together. He knew without a doubt that he never wanted to spend another day without her presence by his side.
[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.
Jackson woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized where he was. The dream had been so vivid, so real, that for a moment, he couldn't distinguish reality from the fantasy. He was lying on his bed, sheets twisted around his legs, and sweat beaded on his forehead. His hand was between his legs, still gripped around his erection, which pulsed with leftover desire from the dream.
In his dream, he had been with her again—his best friend, Mia. They were on a secluded beach, the sand soft and warm beneath their naked bodies. The waves crashed rhythmically against the shore, the sound a sensual backdrop to their passionate encounter. Mia had looked at him with those deep, brown eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and uncertainty, and then she had whispered his name, low and husky, making his blood rush south.
Jackson groaned, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. The dream had been so intense, so detailed, that he could still feel the ghost of her touch on his skin. He could almost hear her moans echoing in his ears, taste the salt of her tears mingling with the sweat on her cheeks. In the dream, he had taken her, possessed her, made her cry out his name in a mix of pain and pleasure until she shattered around him, her body convulsing with a force that left them both gasping for air.
He sat up, running a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. It had felt so real, too real, and the guilt was already settling like a heavy stone in his stomach. Mia was his best friend, his confidante, the one person he could always count on. How could he have such thoughts about her? And yet, the dream had been undeniable, the passion overwhelming.
Jackson stood, walking to the window to clear his head. The city lights shimmered below, a sea of stars reflecting the night sky. He leaned against the cool glass, letting the chill seep into his overheated skin. The dream wasn’t just any fantasy; it had been a revelation, a forbidden glimpse into what could never be.
As he stood there, lost in thought, his phone buzzed on the bedside table. It was a text from Mia. "Hey, you up? Need to talk."
His heart skipped a beat. Could she sense something? Did she know about the dream? Jackson hesitated, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. What could he say? How could he face her after what he had dreamt?
With a deep breath, he typed back, "Yeah, I’m up. Everything okay?"
The reply came quickly. "Not really. Can you come over? I need your advice, and maybe a shoulder to cry on."
Jackson’s stomach twisted. She needed him, and here he was, caught up in his own guilty fantasies. He couldn’t let her down, not when she needed him the most. With a resolve that surprised even himself, he replied, "On my way. Be there in 10."
He dressed quickly, pulling on jeans and a hoodie, his mind racing. As he drove to Mia’s place, the dream kept playing in his mind, each scene more vivid than the last. By the time he parked outside her apartment, his hands were shaking slightly. He took a moment to steady himself, then climbed the stairs to her door.
Mia opened it before he could knock, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy, her expression vulnerable. "Thanks for coming," she said softly, stepping aside to let him in.
Jackson nodded, his throat tight. He followed her into the living room, where she collapsed onto the couch, hugging a pillow to her chest. "I don’t know what to do," she began, her voice wobbling. "It’s about Alex. We had this huge fight, and I think it might be over."
Jackson listened as she poured out her heart, detailing the argument, the accusations, the hurtful words that had been thrown like knives. He sat beside her, offering silent comfort, his hand resting lightly on her back. As she spoke, the tension in her body gradually eased, her sobs subsiding into hiccupping breaths.
"I’m sorry," she whispered finally, wiping her eyes. "I didn’t mean to dump all this on you. You must be tired."
Jackson shook his head, his voice gentle. "You can always talk to me, Mia. That’s what friends are for, right?"
She smiled weakly, nodding. "Yeah, I guess so."
They sat in silence for a while, the only sound the distant hum of the city outside. Jackson watched her, his mind still reeling from the dream, from the raw emotions they had shared. He wanted to reach out, to hold her, to offer more than just friendship. But he feared the consequences, the potential loss of her trust, her friendship.
As if sensing his turmoil, Mia turned to him, her eyes searching his face. "What about you? Anything bothering you?"
Jackson hesitated, torn. Should he confess the dream? Share the secret desires that had haunted him? Or should he keep it buried, locked away where it couldn’t harm them?
Before he could answer, Mia shifted closer, her hand finding his. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"
Her touch was electric, sending sparks through his body. Jackson swallowed hard, his resolve crumbling. "There’s...something I dreamt about," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was about us, Mia. About...you and me."
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she waited, her hand still holding his, giving him the courage to continue.
"We were together," Jackson admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "In the dream, we were more than friends. It was intense, passionate...forbidden."
Mia remained silent, her gaze unwavering. Jackson took a deep breath, plunging ahead. "I know it sounds crazy, but it felt so real. I woke up thinking about you, wanting...things I shouldn’t."
To his surprise, Mia didn’t recoil. Instead, she leaned closer, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Maybe it wasn’t just a dream," she murmured, her voice trembling. "Maybe there’s something between us that we’ve been denying for too long."
Jackson’s heart leaped at her words, hope mingling with fear. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Mia closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "I think so," she breathed, her lips parting slightly.
The air between them crackled with tension, charged with the promise of what could be. Jackson’s hand slid around her neck, drawing her closer, his lips inches from hers. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice a ragged plea.
Mia nodded, her eyes fluttering open, revealing a vulnerability that tore at his heart. "Please," she whispered, her voice a mix of longing and surrender.
Jackson hesitated, his gaze locked on her lips, waiting for the final confirmation. Mia’s hand found his cheek, guiding his face closer, her eyes closing as their lips met.
The kiss was soft at first, a tentative exploration, a question answered with a sigh. Jackson deepened it, his tongue tracing her lips, seeking entry. Mia whimpered, opening for him, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.
Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them palpable, a tangible thing that threatened to consume them both. Jackson’s hands roamed her back, memorizing the curves, the softness, the feel of her in his arms. Mia arched into him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Jackson," she moaned, her voice a plea, a promise.
He lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom, his lips never leaving hers. The world around them faded, replaced by the urgency of their need, the hunger that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long.
Laying her gently on the bed, Jackson hovered above her, his eyes dark with desire. "Are you sure?" he asked again, needing to hear the words, to know this was real.
Mia nodded, her hands tugging at his shirt, her eyes fierce with determination. "I’ve never been more sure," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion.
Jackson kissed her again, his hands exploring her body, mapping every inch with reverent touches. Mia responded, her hands fumbling with his clothes, desperate to feel his skin against hers.
As their clothes fell away, the barriers between them crumbled, revealing the raw, untamed passion that had been hidden for so long. Jackson settled between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance, slick with anticipation.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice gruff with need.
Mia obeyed, her eyes wide and trusting, her body open to him. Jackson pushed inside, slowly, deliberately, watching her face for any sign of pain. Mia gasped, her nails digging into his back, her body stretching to accommodate him.
"You feel so good," Jackson groaned, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Mia wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with a strength that surprised him. "Harder," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
Jackson complied, driving into her with renewed vigor, his body a blur of motion, his senses consumed by the feel of her, the sound of her cries, the sight of her arching beneath him.
"Yes, yes, yes," Mia chanted, her body clenching around him, her orgasm building with each stroke.
Jackson watched her, his own release nearing, his control fraying at the edges. "Come for me," he urged, his voice a rough whisper. "Let go, Mia."
With a strangled cry, Mia shattered, her body convulsing around him, her juices flowing over his cock, coating them both in a sticky mess. Jackson followed her, spilling deep inside, his release a thunderous wave that left him gasping for air.
They lay intertwined, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. Jackson brushed a strand of hair from Mia’s face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder.
Mia smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "I love you too," she confessed, her voice soft, her words a vow.
Jackson kissed her, his heart full, his mind clear. The dream had become reality, the forbidden lust unleashed, and he knew, without a doubt, that he would never look back.
