Jackson’s ending ment for NESTFEST Day 3 *while in tears*:
“I don’t want to do this. I’ll just say one thing. I said this to you earlier, look at me…what I want to say is you 6, thanks for being friend of my life. when I’m 60, what would matter then? I ask myself that. Who will have some tea with me? Some beer with me? I couldn’t think of anyone. This industry, the reality is all about profit. Everyone chases money. But it’s all in vein it can all vanish tomorrow. What matters is genuine friends who don’t care about that. So thank you, and thank you fans.
Before going to bed last night, I watched our debut performance and I remembered how GOT7 project was about to be canceled and the foreigners were about to be sent back home. Then JAY B hyung in front of the fridge, told me and Mark that he couldn’t send us home. If we do this, we’ll do it together. If we die, we die together. I’m so thankful. Without that moment, we wouldn’t be here on this stage. Thank you hyung. Something funny, during the project. JYP was in front of Cube so we said with Mark if it doesn’t work out we can go there and debut with BTOB we can tumble better…
We don’t know how long we’ll live, hope you’re happy in your time…it’s not about supporting us it’s about finding your own happiness. Thank you for helping us debut as GOT7. I don’t know what I’ll do and when but this is real. We’ll come back all of 7 of us.”
☆ Warnings: teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, orgasm denial, masturbation, power play, just porn with a plot, tbh.
☆ Prompt: "A dangerous dance of lust, power, and delicious punishment. And yes, he fell...hard. The wicked part? He fucking loved it."
The air was heavy with something unspoken.
Something magnetic.
And I knew he felt it too.
The dull scratch of my pen across the paper ceased as it slipped from my fingers and hit the tiled floor with a muted clink. I felt his gaze before I even looked—searing, low, deliberate. Lifting my eyes, I glanced toward him through my lashes, and sure enough, Jinyoung was watching me from a desk close to mine. His dark eyes burned into mine with a quiet, unwavering hunger, a smirk ghosting over his lips as if he already knew what I was about to do.
I rose slowly, deliberately, circling to the far side of the desk with measured steps that made the hem of my skirt sway just slightly. With my back to him, I bent forward at the waist to retrieve the pen, arching more than necessary. My blouse lifted, the curve of my lower back peeking out. I stayed like that for a breath longer than needed—just enough to feel the air shift around us.
When I turned to look over my shoulder, Jinyoung was biting his bottom lip, jaw tight, eyes narrowed. That restraint on his face—raw and struggling—ignited something deep inside me. I loved this game. I loved watching his control fray at the edges, knowing I was the one tugging at every thread.
I sat back down in my seat, tracing the tip of the pen slowly along my lower lip before letting it rest between my teeth. I could almost hear the crack in his composure.
"Give up the charade," Jinyoung murmured, his voice smooth and low, intimate in a way that made the rest of the room fall away. The other students, the hum of conversation, the ticking clock... all dissolved under the weight of his presence behind me.
Warm breath grazed the side of my neck a moment later, close, so close I could smell the subtle citrus and cedar of his cologne. He wasn’t touching me. Not yet. Just waiting. Testing.
Jinyoung made his way to the door of the classroom as casually as if he were heading to the vending machine; his eyes locked with mine, commanding me to follow.
I waited just long enough not to be obvious, then stood and excused myself to the bathroom. My pulse pounded in my ears as I stepped out into the hallway, my fingers moving to unfasten the top buttons of my blouse, slowly, deliberately. I wanted him to see that I was in charge of this. All of it.
The corridor was quiet, bathed in the golden spill of late afternoon sun, looked almost sacred, like sunlight blessing sin. I walked slowly, listening... waiting for a sign. I passed the door of an empty classroom when a hand gripped my wrist, firm but not painful, pulling me inside and spinning me around. Jinyoung slammed my chest into the wall, his body aligned with mine, the heat of him pressing into my back as his lips brushed the shell of my ear.
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured, fingers curling around my wrists and pinning them lightly to the cool wall. "Always teasing. Always knowing exactly what you're doing."
His tone was sharp silk, accusatory and amused, heat curling around every word.
I tilted my head, exposing more of my throat to him. "And yet... you love it," I whispered back.
My heart pounded incessantly against my chest; the adrenaline of the situation surging throughout my desperate body. A soft groan rumbled in his throat as he released one of my hands and let the other linger, grounding me while his free hand slid down my thigh, up under my skirt, until it brushed the edge of my underwear. His movements were careful, measured, checking in with every inch.
"Feels good?" he asked against my jaw.
"Yeah..." I whispered.
Tilting my head towards his, I lapped my wet tongue along his full lips as his fingers lingered between my legs. He jerked my underwear to the side, exposing my swollen, hot, sensitive cunt to the cool air of the room, driving my need into something raw and unrelenting. I hissed as he brushed his finger gently over my clit and all over my slit, spreading the wetness over my folds; my knees losing all stability within seconds. Then, his fingers ceased their motion, and he pressed his hips firmly into my butt; his cock thick and twitching against me.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, voice ragged against my neck.
I nodded, speechless. I thought that I had a hold over him; never did I think that my body would so willingly succumb to Jinyoung.
“I asked you a question.” His voice was soft yet assertive as he pulled my face abruptly towards his. He slowly slid his index finger inside of me, pressing heavily against my G-spot, making my cunt clench.
I turned my head to him, lips trembling, “Yes… yes, please.” My hips rocking instinctively along Jinyoung’s long finger, wanting to feel more.
He spun me around again, mouth crashing onto mine, fingers tangled in my hair as he kissed me hard, deep... like he couldn’t get close enough. We stumbled backward toward the desk, and I half-laughed, half-moaned as he lifted me effortlessly and set me on the edge. He tugged at my tie, loosening it, then pulled it off entirely as his mouth moved down to my collarbone, sucking just enough to leave a mark. My blouse was next pushed aside to reveal the lace bra he’d been dying to touch, judging by the way his eyes had lingered all afternoon.
Jinyoung undid his belt quickly, his hands practiced, movements fluid. I should’ve felt vulnerable like that, spread open, exposed... but all I felt was power, and hunger. He groaned as he slid against me, teasing. I could feel every inch of him, hot and hard. And when he finally pushed in, slowly, deeply, we both gasped.
He didn’t rush at first. He held my gaze. He wanted to watch me feel every inch of him.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He groaned as he struggled to pick up a steady rhythm.
My hands reached under his shirt and fervently explored his toned torso. I tried to wrap my legs around his waist to pull him in deeper, but he quickly pushed them away, holding my legs on either side of him as he took complete control.
His eyes frantically shifted over my body as he dug his fingers into my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the desk for an even better angle. His thrusts became faster, harder, desperate. Despite my whines and pleas, he kept driving himself into me relentlessly.
“You feel incredible,” he whispered, eyes closed in pleasure.
The pleasure built fast, my body arching toward him, nails digging into his back as the waves rolled higher and higher.
“Fuck, I’m so close.” My voice was barely audible through the strangled moans that were escaping my throat. I desperately needed to straighten my legs, but his hold was too strong, forcing me to absorb every ounce of pleasure that he was giving me.
An intense heat began to build up inside of me as my muscles tensed and began to quiver; my nails digging in desperately to Jinyoung’s forearms and almost breaking the skin as they did so.
“Yeah, I can feel it.” he stated smugly as I squirmed.
I was hot; blood coursing frantically through me as an all-consuming pleasure began to take hold. My orgasm was imminent, and it was going to take me down hard. I braced myself; my knuckles turning white as I gripped onto the edge of the desk tightly.
The orgasm slammed into the edge of my consciousness, but before I could fall into it... Smirking down at me, he pulled out. Just like that. Gone. Leaving me spread-legged and trembling, suspended in a cruel limbo of heat and ache as he pumped his shaft back and forth a few times. But before he could even finish stroking himself, I sat up, eyes burning into his with a slow, wicked smile. He thought he was breaking me. Poor boy. He hadn’t even seen me unhinged yet... I reached for his cock with one hand, curling my fingers around it as I pressed my lips to his ear.
"You think you’re the one in control?" I whispered, my breath warm, my voice velvety. "You wish you’d earned the privilege to finish inside me."
With a slow twist of my wrist and a perfectly timed stroke, I made him come hard. His gasp was raw, his body convulsing as he spilled hot cum all over my bare stomach and thighs. He staggered forward, bracing himself on the desk beside me, breathless and wrecked.
I dipped my finger in his release and traced a slow, lazy circle over my stomach, watching his eyes darken again with renewed hunger as I brought my finger seductively to my mouth, tasting him.
Then I hopped off the desk, legs still shaking but chin high, my power radiating in every step. I grabbed his tie to wipe off some of his cum, buttoned up my blouse with no rush, let my fingers trail down my tie, and tightened it with a smirk.
“You look so cute when you think you're in control", I murmured, brushing past him, lips grazing his jaw. "But next time, think twice before trying to play MY game."
I opened the classroom door, stepped into the golden hush of the empty hallway, and walked away without looking back, leaving him there, dazed, undone, and entirely mine. I didn’t need to look back at him. He'd be thinking about me for days. Maybe forever.
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