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pars-ley · 5 days ago

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Title: Choke me

Pairing: Bambam (GOT7) x female reader

Summary: A bet with a friend goes further than you bargained for.

Genre(s): Smut / friends to lovers / fluff (if you squint)

Warnings: Explicit language / unprotected sex (wrap it) / light choking / Soft Dom Bam / clit play / multiple orgasms (reader) / breast play / slight biting / oral (m.receiving) / swallowed cum shot / deep throat

Rating: 18+ (NSFW) MDNI

Word count: 2.6k

Banner: @shadowkoo you're a goddess.

Beta: @frenchkisstheabyss thank you so much and as usual @anyamaris for your encouragement and endless cheerleading and the gorgeous moodboard at the end!

Author's Notes: I felt inspired after Paris fashion week

Sitting on the edge of Bam’s bed while you wait for him to finish dressing, you flick lazily through a magazine, letting your eyes drift over the pages. Having the distraction helps you to resist the urge to roll your eyes at how long he's taking, and already regretting asking him to be your plus one, even if it’s only a platonic date.

You have been dressed and ready for 30 minutes.

Glancing repeatedly at the time staring back at you on your phone, stomach tied up in knots the longer you have to wait.

“Bam, for the love of all things holy, can you please hurry up. I don't want to be late.” You call out, tossing the magazine aside.

“Hey, you can't rush perfection babe. You should try to achieve it at some point, maybe then you wouldn't be single.” He teases, voice echoing in your bathroom, and you can't help the smile that tugs at your lips.

“Ouch.” You reply, tossing the magazine aside and strolling over to the window as his laughter rings out in the distance.

The street outside is bustling, everyone heading out for their Saturday night. The traffic is almost at a standstill, only adding to your stress.

Huffing, you turn and charge over to the bathroom about to bang on the door when it opens suddenly and he steps out, giving you a little spin.

“What do you think, huh?” He asks, moving his tinted glasses to the edge of his nose in order to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively at you.

Your eyes trail slowly down his outfit. He looks good, damn good. But you weren't about to come right out and say that.

“Yea, nice. Can we go now?” you ask, impatiently, grabbing your purse and phone off the bed.

“Wait, wait, did you just say nice?”

You turn to him, fighting the laughter you feel bubbling up inside, when you see his shocked expression.

“Nice? Come on, be serious, do I look good or not?”

Rolling your eyes, you say, “you know you look good.”

“Yes, but I want to hear you say it.”

Sighing, you walk over to him and stroke your fingertips down the lapels of his leather jacket. “You look hot, this outfit screams ‘choke me, daddy.’”

His full lips stretch into a smile that lights up his face, but it's the look in his eyes that has your nerves on edge, one you've not seen before.

“Have I stroked your ego enough that we can leave now?”

He puts an index finger up at you, stopping you in your tracks. “You did wonderfully but just one last thing, I promise,”

Jutting out your jaw, you lean onto one hip and cross your arms, waiting for him to continue.

“What is it you noticed first, my impressive physique in this outfit or my handsome face?”

“Your ears.” You remark quickly, feeling rather smug with your retort.

“You always have something smart to say, huh?” He says, leaning against the bathroom door frame. “I bet you'd like these ears if your ankles were tucked behind them.”

Your mouth pops open in shock, the image alone has your core pulsating with excitement. He's been your best friend for years and your relationship has always been heavily flirtatious, with your hopes that one day things might develop into something more. But he never says anything this close to the mark.

A heat creeps along your skin and up your neck, making the silk material of your dress feel uncomfortable suddenly. The silence stretches on as he watches you, waiting for another teasing comeback but for once, you have nothing. Because right now all you could think about was your legs on his shoulders as he plunges deep inside you.

“I still don't think I would.” You goad him, the words out of your mouth before you can stop them.

You notice the heat that flashes in his eyes as he pulls himself away from the door frame and starts towards you. “You wanna bet?”

Backing up slowly towards the window, he stalks you, a confident air in his walk that makes your teeth dig into your bottom lip. “Are you a gambling man, Bam, or do you just really like to lose?”

“I never lose, baby.”

Your back hits the window ledge and you grip onto it in anticipation at how far he's going to take this. He stops in front of you, leaving only an inch between your bodies. Reaching up, he toys with the thin straps on your dress, tugging one gently and watching as it falls off your shoulder.

“Did I mention how stunning you look in this?” He asks, taking his glasses off and putting them on a shelf next to you.

His eyes burn into yours, like the heat from a thousand suns, searing into you and melting your insides, making arousal pool in your underwear.

“No, you didn't.” Your voice is thick and you can't help but swallow to wet your dry throat as he reaches up to the other strap.

“This colour really suits your skin tone. But do you know what would improve it?” He asks and you shake your head.

He tugs the other strap, watching that fall. “if it was on the floor instead.” He gently hooks a finger into the neckline giving it only a little encouragement until the entire dress pools around your feet.

The instant your bare breasts feel the air your nipples stiffen. His eyes travel hungrily down the expanse of your body and he moans in appreciation.

“Look at how beautiful you are now. Perfection achieved.” He hooks a finger under your chin and lifts your gaze up to him. “Do you want to take my bet?”

All you can do is nod, shocked you're both actually crossing this line but so ecstatic that it's happening.

“I need words, baby.” His face falls, completely serious, “If you don't want this, tell me and we'll go to the party.”

You look up at him through your lashes, a smirk pulling up one side of your mouth. “I'm feeling lucky tonight, Bam, so I'll take your bet.”

He smiles, with his finger still under your chin, and leans down to kiss you. He's surprisingly gentle and when you feel his tongue seeking permission to explore your mouth you give him entry. But all too soon he pulls away.

He peels off his leather jacket and throws it on his bed, revealing a black vest that makes his chiselled arms stand out. “If you want me to stop at any point, just say and I'll do it, ok?”

“Yes.” You respond, biting your lip when he looks back to you and making his eyes darken in a way that has your stomach doing somersaults.

“Good. Now, turn around and face the wall.”

You follow his command, excitement has your core pulsating as you wonder what he's got in store for you. Hearing the sound of a zipper, the need to turn around and take a peek is almost too much to bear, as you picture him pulling out his thick, hard cock.

A hand slides down your rear, moving with the curve and ends in-between your legs where he skims your entrance. His fingers glide against your slick that you can already feel against your thighs.

“So wet already. I think I'm definitely going to win this bet.” He whispers against your ear.

You resist the urge to whimper at the dominance in his voice but when one of his hands comes around your front and grabs your throat, his long fingers encasing your neck completely, you can't help the longing moan that escapes.

“Oh, so you like to play rough, huh? That's fine with me, baby.”

You feel warm, hard flesh against your rear until he guides it to your entrance and pushes slowly inside you. Your hands land flat on the wall to keep yourself up, although the grip he has on your neck definitely helps. You can't help gasping as he stretches you open in the most delicious way.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good around my cock.” he breathes as he bottoms out inside you. “You have no idea how long I've wanted this.”

Your core clenches from his words and he moans.

“Something tells me you've been waiting for this too.”

“Yes.” you whine, thrusting your hips back, eager for him to start moving inside you. “Bam, please.”

The hand on your throat keeps you firmly in place while his other hand reaches around, skating his fingertips softly around to your nipples, rolling one gently in-between his fingers. Warm lips touch your shoulder sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

“I like hearing you beg for me.” He whispers against your skin.

Your wet cunt clenches around him again making him let out another little moan. He slowly pulls himself out of you before plunging himself right back in. The sinful sound of his dick sliding into your soaked core makes you moan much louder than you anticipated. He picks up the pace of his movements and it makes your toes curl every time he hits that spot inside you.

“That feel good, baby?” he asks, as the fingers wrapped around your throat move to your jaw and tilt your head back.

“Y-yes.” You respond feeling dizzy with lust.

His other hand moves slowly down your stomach, palm sliding softly across your skin and setting the trail on fire in its wake. When he reaches between your thighs and finds your clit, he gathers your slick and makes gentle circles against the delicate bud. Your stomach tightens, as your orgasm approaches fast, making your back arch as pleasure rushes through you like an electric current, taking your breath away. Your knees begin to buckle but he holds you up by your throat.

“Come on baby, you can do it. Cum for me.”

At his words, you let go and unravel, your needy sex spasming wildly around his cock. He helps you ride it out until your body starts to twitch and your moans become desperate pleas to stop the over-stimulation.

Slowly, he slides himself out of you and releases his grip on your throat to turn you around. “You're not done yet, are you?” He challenges, as his hands cup either side of your face.

Feeling emboldened and aroused more than ever, “Not even close.” you respond.

Leaning in his lips touch yours again, this time with an unmatched hunger as you turn into a mess of tongues and teeth. He scoops your legs out, lifting you off the floor and you squeeze them around his waist. Your back slams into the wall behind you as he plunges himself inside you once again.

His fingers are bruising as they dig into the skin at your hips, holding you firm as he thrusts up into you.

Your lips stay glued to his, unable to pull yourself away from him, even to breathe, and when you bite his bottom lip hard, he growls, which only seems to spur him on. And the rhythm of his incessant pounding makes you want to scream.

He spins abruptly, and your back peels off the wall as he carries you in two, big strides and sits himself on the edge of the bed.

Your hips move instinctively, rotating, as you accept the cue of taking control and relish in it. He's got too many clothes on still and you grapple at his black vest and yank it off, over his head abruptly before tossing it aside. Your eager hands roam over the muscular plates of his chest, moaning with delight to finally be able to touch him in this way.

When you change your rhythm and start to slide yourself up and down his length, your breasts begin to bounce and he buries his face in them. His teeth find anchorage in the soft flesh making you yelp but a fresh wave of arousal coats him and he lets out a low chuckle, full of amusement at his obvious effect on you.

Using both hands he grabs your breasts, squeezing them as he peppers wet kisses across them, the sensation sending delightful goosebumps across your skin. Holding on to the back of his neck to ground yourself, you pick up pace with your movements as you grind yourself on him. A cord pulls tight, low in your stomach, a heaviness settling as your second orgasm approaches, and as your core clenches around him, he encourages you.

“Yes, baby, you gonna come again for me?” He says looking up at you in awe, as if you're the Mona Lisa standing before him.

“Yes, yes, yes.” you can't help but repeat the word like a mantra, unable to focus on anything but your impending climax.

“Fuck, you look so sexy, so fucking perfect.” He says, as he licks a stripe up one of your breasts. The warmth of his tongue along your skin tips you over the edge, and falling into the precipice of pleasure you contract around him.

He peppers kisses up your chest as he helps you ride out your orgasm, holding your hips and moving them for you until your spasms stop.

“I am so fucking close.” He whispers strained, only then do you realise just how close, with the veins bulging from his neck.

You jump off, with no time to be amused by his horrified expression, and drop to your knees in front of him, grabbing him and enveloping your lips around him in one swift movement.

He groans, throwing his head back as he combs his fingers through your hair, grabbing and moving you gently. You suck him into your mouth as deep as you can go, when he hits the back of your throat you swallow, earning a loud and whiny moan from him.

He thrusts up into you, chasing that feeling again, so you pull off and plunge onto him once more.

Only this time, when you feel him in your throat he unravels and shoots rope upon rope of his orgasm into you. Swallowing greedily as you continue to milk him with your mouth until he's a writhing mess beneath you.

Standing up, legs shaky, you take a seat next to him on the bed, him breathing hard and you wiping the corners of your mouth.

“My god, that was insane.” He says between ragged breaths as he collapses back on the bed.

“Uh-huh.” you agree, joining him.

His fingers lightly touch yours, suddenly seeming so shy as if searching for permission, almost laughable given what you've both just done. Entwining your fingers with his and clasping his hand, he turns towards you, laying on his side.

“You're perfect, you know that right?” He says sweetly.

A blush spreads across your cheeks, making you feel hot under his intent stare but you shrug, “you're not so bad yourself.”

He laughs at that, “yes and now you must admit defeat and bow to your winner.”

Sitting up, you turn to him, “oh, I think you're mistaken.”

He frowns, expression turning into one of bewilderment.

“I don't recall my legs being anywhere near your ears. That was the bet, was it not?”

You watch his face fall as realisation dawns on him and he can't fight his smile as you laugh at his cockiness.

“Sorry Bam, you lose I'm afraid.”

“Hey, if that was losing, I could get used to it.” He squeezes your hand, before bringing it up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of it. But when he looks up at you, there's a heat there that sets your insides alight. “Unless you're still feeling lucky?”

With an eyebrow raised towards him, you lean down, hovering inches away from his pillowy lips, and propose, “double or nothing?”

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pars-ley · 19 days ago

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Finally!!! I have been so psyched for this and it did not disappoint.

I love everything, the silence between them as they share this intimate moment in front of everyone, the SPITTING IN THE MOUTH, the way he gets straight in there, and the really soft, sweet ending which was unexpected but the perfect way to wrap the story up.

Love it!

Something Great

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader

Summary: Your roommate drags you to your first party, and Jackson takes an interest in you.

Warning: Smut [Unprotected sex, oral f. recieving, dirty talk, cream pie, etc] 18+ ONLY. MDNI

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: This was supposed to be frat boy! Jackson, but I don't know if it really turned out like that lol. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

“A party?” You sigh. “I have to study.” You tell your roommate, and friend, Jennie.

“That's all you ever do, Y/N. Don't you want to live a little? Get the full college experience?” She asks.

“Graduating and getting a good job in my field is the full college experience in my mind.” You smile. She rolls her eyes, scoffing before turning to walk away from you. You turn your head and look back at your laptop and notebook, continuing where you left off. You immediately got back into your focus, so quickly that you didn't see her turn back around shuffling her feet back to you. Suddenly your laptop is closed and your notebook is ripped out from under you.

It felt like you were in shock. Your mouth hung open, your head turning slowly to see Jennie standing there with your notebook dangling between her fingers.

“What the fu…” you trail off. Sticking your hand out for your book back. “Give it.”

“No.” She grins. “You want it back, come to the party for at least an hour and then I'll give it back.”

“You're like blackmailing me… with my notebook.” You whisper.

“I'm holding it hostage.” Jennie responds. “So get ready, you have to change and let's go.” She smiles.

“What's wrong with what I'm wearing?” You ask.

“You’re wearing shorts and a big ass hoodie. Absolutely not.” She laughs. “Let's go to my closet. I've seen your wardrobe and it's… well it just won't work.” she finishes, grabbing your arm with her free hand and your notebook still secured tightly in the other.

An hour later you were put into a tight pair of leggings, with a tight and low cut shirt. Your hair was done and some makeup pasted onto your face. You felt like you but a prettier you and more confident but you weren't about to admit that to Jennie.

“It's perfect.” She giggles. “Come on!” She yells, grabbing your hand to pull you out of the dorm and off to the party.

It was bigger and louder than you imagined it would be. There were people scattered everywhere in the house and outside. People partying on the front lawn, in the backyard, and on all levels of the house. You couldn't believe that you had never experienced this before and a part of you was cursing yourself for being so focused on school and not allowing yourself to have any fun.

“Let's get a drink.” Jennie yells, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the kitchen. You pass by so many different party goers. People making out in the corner, others dancing in the large living room, people drinking, talking, laughing, some passed out on the floor or furniture. It was a lot to take in for your first party and it was all surprising to you. Jennie let's go of your hand, heading to the fridge to grab you both a cooler, something she thought you'd like. You had drank before but never to the point of being drunk. More like a glass of wine every once in a while.

“Time for shots!” You hear someone yell. You crack open your can, looking up to see someone you knew of but didn't personally know.

Jackson Wang walked into the kitchen, a smile plastered on his face. He places a bottle on the island in the kitchen.

“Mark, get the shot glasses.” He says, working on opening the bottle.

“What is that?” You whisper to Jennie.

“Vodka.” She laughs. “Yes! Shots!”

You were a little nervous, You had never tried shots of vodka before. Jackson begins pouring the shots and everyone reaches around to grab one, Jennie included but you didn't. Jackson notices, grabbing a second one and walks towards you.

“Need a shot?” He asks, handing the shot to you.

“She never drinks.” Jennie yells. “She probably hasn't had it before.”

“Have you tried it before?” Jackson asks you.

You shake your head no, sipping on your cooler.

“I'll teach you.” He smiles. “You're gonna wanna take the shot, swallow it and then take a sip of your drink. Okay?” He asks. His eyes were piercing, staring into your soul. You nervously nodded your head, taking the shot from him. His eyes never leave yours as everyone yells “cheers.” You put the shot glass to your lips, taking the entire shot, the alcohol burning as it goes down your throat. You weren't a huge fan but after taking a couple swigs of your drink, it wasn't so bad. Though, it hit you hard. One shot and half a drink and you were already feeling buzzed.

“So?” Jackson asks, leaning against the counter, his face moving closer to yours. “How was it?”

“It burned.” You say which makes him laugh. Before he can say anything else to you, you're pulled away by Jennie, nearly spilling your drink. “Let's go dance.”

The music was loud enough that you couldn’t hear your thoughts, or your worries about taking a night off from studying, which was exactly what you needed. You closed your eyes, letting the bass carry you, my body moving without plan or permission. You truly didn't care who was watching, which felt so freeing.

But you felt it. Felt someone watching you.

Jackson stood there, he watched you from across the room, leaning against the wall with a drink in his hand, his dark shirt clinging to him like it had been molded for him only. His gaze was sharp, locked in on you like you were the only thing in the room that mattered.

You finally opened your eyes and caught him watching you, with no shame. He didn't flinch, he didn't look away. He just continued to watch you.

You paused, just for a second as your heart began to thud harder now, and it was not from the music.

And then something inside you felt like it snapped. You didn't know what came over you, but suddenly it was like it was only the two of you in the room and you were dancing just for him.

You turned back into the music, but now every movement had a different edge.

You were sharper.

Moving a little slower.

You were being intentional with your moves now. You danced knowing he was watching, the heat from the crowd bloomed in your cheeks, chest, and thighs. Your fingers slid through your hair as you rolled your hips to the beat, lost but aware.

When you turned again to look at him, he was closer. Your breath hitches. He was right there. He didn’t say a word. Just stepped in closer to you. Your body stiffened on instinct but then suddenly his hands were on your waist.

You looked up at him, lips parted.

He didn’t ask. He didn't say a word to you.

He kissed you like he’d waited all night for you, only you. Like he’d been dying for you. Like from the moment he saw you in the kitchen he needed you so fucking desperately.

His mouth crashed against yours, rough and hungry. His tongue parting your lips like he owned the space between them.

You gasped for a second before it turned into a moan, your hands instinctively gripping his shirt, your fingers curling into the fabric as his hand slid up your spine, pulling you in closer.

The kiss wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t gentle. It was raw and starved and undeniably needy.

His mouth devoured yours like he just couldn’t get enough of you, like tasting you wasn’t enough. It was like he needed to consume you.

You had no idea how the two of you had moved away from the dance floor, and how your back ended up pressed against the cool wall near the hallway.

You gasped as Jackson's thigh slid between your legs, moving up with slow, torturous pressure. The heat that surged through your core was driving you insane, something you'd never felt before.

“Fuck…” He breathes, against your mouth, his forehead resting against yours for a moment.

You stared up at him, lips swollen, pupils blown wide. “You don’t even know my name,” You whispered.

He doesn't respond. Instead, his mouth was on your neck, dragging his mouth across the curve, just beneath your ear.

You gasped, your knees buckling slightly. His hands caught your hips, grinding you up into him. You could feel his cock harden through his clothes, pressing it against you. He kissed down your jaw, slowly. You clutched at his shoulders, fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, moaning softly.

One hand slid beneath your shirt, fingertips dragging up your waist, slow and teasing. He stops just below the edge of your bra, his breath ragged.

“Say the word,” he whispered, his voice low. “ Say it and I’ll stop. But if you don’t…”

You looked up at him, your body craving him.

“Don’t.” You whisper. “Don't stop.”

His finger drags across your lips, pulling your bottom lip down. “Open your mouth.” He says.

Without a second thought you slowly parted your lips, opening your mouth. Your head tilts back, your eyes still locked in on his as you stick your tongue out. Jackson groans, his hand moving to grab a clump of your hair. He moves in closer to you, his spit falling from his lips, landing perfectly on your tongue. You close your mouth, smirking a little before swallowing it.

“Good girl.” He groans. He pulls away from you, grabbing your hand. He pulls you off the wall and down the hallway, pulling you towards a bedroom. He opens the door, pulling you in, slamming the door behind him. He kisses you hard again, this time grabbing the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and above your head, breaking the kiss to take it off. He admires your body, your breasts, licking his lips before taking off your bra.

Jackson doesn't say a word to you while he unhooks your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. He cups your tits, taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. You throw your head back, letting out a small moan before Jackson pulls his mouth off of you. He pulls your pants down, along with your panties, helping you step out of them before he pushes you back onto the bed.

He undresses himself, letting his cock spring free before he climbs on the bed, spreading your legs open, while he lays on his stomach, moving his face closer to your cunt. He spreads your lips, beginning to flick his tongue against your clit.

“Oh my god.” You breathe, bucking your hips, needing Jackson to do more, suck and flicking faster. He licks you with the flat of his tongue before wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. He swiftly shoves two fingers into your already soaked pussy, thrusting them into you hard and fast while he continues to eat your pussy.

“Right fucking there.” You cry out, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm builds so fucking fast.

“Oh my god.” You cry out, grabbing your tits, squeezing them as Jackson brings your orgasm closer and closer. Before letting you cum, Jackson pulls his fingers from inside of you, moving his head away from between your legs, letting your orgasm fade away.

“Why!?” You cry out.

Jackson crawls up the bed, hovering over you, leaning his head down, lightly pressing his lips against yours. Jackson slips his tongue into your mouth letting you taste yourself from his tongue. He quickly turned the kiss passionate and sloppy. As fast as he kisses you, he pulls away, lifting your legs over his shoulders lining up his cock before he shoves his cock deep inside you. You gasp, as he gives you no time to adjust. He swiftly pulls himself out of you before ramming his cock back inside of you.

“So fucking tight.” He groans, holding your legs tightly. Jackson rubs your swollen clit, bringing your orgasm back up. It doesn't take you long to cum moaning so loudly as your back arches while you work through your high. Jacksoni doesn't slow down. You wrap your legs around his waist, wanting to roll the two of you over. Within seconds, you're on top of him, riding his cock. Your hands are placed on his chest as you bounce and grind on his cock.

“That's right, ride my cock, baby.” He groans, moving his hands to your hips, helping you bounce faster and harder. You throw your heads back, your eyes closed tight, the feeling of his cock inside of you was intoxicating. He slides his hand up your body, over your curves, to your breasts and back down to your ass, landing a hard slap which makes you ride him faster. Your clit rubs against him in just the right way, making your orgasm build once again.

Jackson groans, licking his lips while he watches your tits bounce. Your second orgasm builds even quicker than your first, you felt like you were going to explode. You bite your lip as your orgasm hits you, you scream out loudly, the feeling of exhaustion taking over. Jackson holds you up to help, his own orgasm not far behind. He thrusts up, pounding his cock into you.

“Jesus fucking christ.” Jackson moans, his fingertips digging into you as he pounds into you.

“Cum in my pussy, please cum inside me.” You cry, making Jackson groans. He pumps faster and harder, moaning loudly as he finally cums, spilling his cum deep inside you. He works through his orgasm, slowly thrusting into you, giving you everything he's got. You sigh loudly, as you roll off his body, laying on his bed, both your chests heaving.

“I can't move.” You breathe, letting out a small laugh.

“That's fine with me.” He whispers, moving a strand of hair from your face. “I don't want you to leave.”

“You still don't even know my name.” You whisper back, your eyes closed.

“Of course I do, Y/N.” He smiles. “Most dedicated student, smartest girl in school. How could I not know you?” He asks.

One eye opens to look at him. “Okay then, Jackson.” You smile back.

“You know my name? I'm honored.” He chuckles.

“So what now?” You ask. “I've never had a one night stand before.” You admit.

“Who said anything about a one night stand? I want to know everything about you. How about you stay, and we go on a breakfast date in the morning?” He asks.

“I'd like that.” You say, your entire body tingling with joy.

After you clean yourself up, Jackson pulls you back into his bed, holding you closely to him. You had a feeling this was just the beginning of something great.

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