#wang jiaer fanfic

[jae-bummer]

Give Me That Chance

Request: Good morning! If requests are still open, can I get #17 with Jackson Wang please? Thank you for all your writing efforts and allowing us to submit ideas. ♥️

Prompt:

17) Your friend (who is already dating one of the members) sets you up with your bias.

Pairing: Got7 Jackson x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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"Try on the pants, Y/N," your friend, Cass, hissed from across the clothing rack.

"I don't even like pants," you muttered, flipping quickly through the bell bottoms she had been trying to talk you into.

"Fine," she sighed. "What about this top?"

She held up something much smaller and slinkier than you would normally wear, causing you to make a face.

"Why not try something new?" she beckoned. "It's much more fun than what your brain is telling you it is."

"How would you know that?" you hummed. "My brain is very convincing."

Cass paused with a huff to check her phone. Looking back up at you, she lifted a brow. "You have approximately ten minutes to find something and try it on."

"Why ten minutes?" you asked, looking up in confusion. If you remembered correctly, you had both cleared your calendars for the day to spend some time together.

"Yugy-" she started, but you immediately scoffed.

"You're really bailing on me for Yugyeom?" you sighed. While a small ember of anger sat heavily in your gut, you understood on some level. With his unconventional job and complicated schedules, Cass had to take what time she could. It still didn't make the burn sting any less.

"Not bailing," she said, tilting her head. "You are more than welcome to join us-"

"No thank you," you nodded. If you had to awkwardly stand by while they swapped spit again, you would simply vomit on both of them.

"You're not going to be a third wheel if that's what you're thinking."

Of course that was what you were thinking.

"Jacks-"

You lifted a hand. "I'll stop you there."

"Oh come oooon," she groaned, following you as you walked away from the pants you hadn't wanted anyway. "If you just gave him a chance."

"He has one volume, Cass," you said, spinning around. "And it's loud."

"You've just never been around him in a nice, calm setting," she coaxed.

"Because you've only ever invited me to parties he's hosted," you said with an eye roll. "Why is he hosting so many parties anyway?"

She shrugged.

"I know he means well," you nodded. "He's just...a lot."

"Maybe you could use a lot," she sighed. "Haven't you ever thought of pushing your own boundaries? Having someone who could be a safe place for you AND provide encouragement when you were presented with opportunities that you weren't necessarily comfortable with?"

You blinked at her, trying to formulate a response. She wasn't totally off base, and you couldn't help but be annoyed by it.

Wiggling her brows, she lifted up the top you had hoped she abandoned. "Be a little reckless, Y/N."

Groaning, you snatched the garment from her. "Fine."

..

You pulled helplessly at the crisscrossing straps of the shirt you were wearing. It was complicated and took you at least ten minutes to figure out how to wear (based solely on trial and error). Now that you were in it, you couldn't lie to yourself. It was hot.

"Cass?" you called from the dressing room. "Do you want to see?"

After waiting for a few seconds in silence, you gripped the curtain door and slid it open.

"Well, damn," a voice that you weren't expecting growled.

Your eyes grew wide as you stared at someone you hadn't expected to see so soon. Jackson.

Squeaking, you stepped backward and yanked the curtain closed.

"Good to see you too," he chuckled.

You remained still, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. Where was Cass?

"If it's not too much of an intrusion," Jackson chimed, pulling at the curtain. You looked up, scandalized, but quickly calmed as you saw he had a hand covering his eyes. "I would really like to stare at you a little longer in that."

You closed your eyes and scoffed. He was impossible, but you appreciated the ask for consent. Letting out a calming exhale, you opened your eyes again and dropped your arms.

Peeking through a gap he made in his fingers, he let out a low whistle. "Y/N, I didn't realize you could even look like that."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" you snapped, mildly offended but not entirely sure for what reason.

"I didn't mean it negatively!" he laughed, putting his hands up between the two of you. "I've just never seen you dressed in anything like this before."

"Jackson," you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Why are you here and what have you done with Cass?"

"Cass invited me here," he grinned. "She said you wanted to shop, but she had a dinner thing planned with Yugyeom."

Traitor.

"If my vote matters at all," he hummed, still unable to take his eyes off of you. "We should invest in that top."

Not long after you had closed the "door" of the dressing room, Jackson appeared at least another five times, announcing his presence with a "psst." Throwing clothes at you with each visit, it wasn't long before you were convinced you had modeled every piece of clothing the store had to offer.

Including the pants you had wanted nothing to do with.

After every outfit change and minutes of prolonged complaining, Jackson was generous with his compliments. When he didn't particularly like a style, he made sure to praise your own appearance and make sure you didn't feel like your body was the issue.

It was honestly one of the sweetest and most fun experiences you had ever had.

Once it was all over, he had even pulled his wallet out to pay. After a heated whisper-shout conversation at the counter, he eventually gave in only when you said you would get ice cream with him afterwards (and allow for him to treat of course).

...

You begrudgingly held the shopping bag at your side and held an ice cream cone in your opposite hand.

"This is so fun," Jackson smiled, walking happily beside you. It was difficult to be grumpy with someone so positive fluttering around you, but you were still a little irritated with the ambush.

"Mmm," you grumbled, licking the ice cream before it started to dribble down your hand.

"What flavor did you get?" he asked. Before you could answer, he took a bite out of the top of your scoop.

"Jacks!" you gasped, trying to decide if his action was gross or amusing. You guessed it depended on his oral hygiene.

"Mm chocolate chip cookie dough," he nodded. "Solid choice."

You let out a surprised, but small chuckle.

"Want some?" he asked, tilting his own ice cream your way.

"I'm good," you smirked, shaking your head.

"Suit yourself," he sighed, taking another long lick. "It's cream cheese and it's delicious."

Against your better judgement, you found yourself staring a little too hard at Jackson's actions. Sure, you had always taken him as Yugyeom's annoying friend, but you couldn't deny just how attractive he was. His focus in the direction of his ice cream cone only amplified that.

Get yourself together, Y/N.

Finally shaking the embarrassingly sexy cobwebs from your mind, you looked up to find Jackson watching you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"What?" you croaked.

"You sure you don't want a taste?" he prodded, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

You weren't entirely certain if he was still talking about the ice cream or not.

"No thank you," you tried to say calmly, but felt your voice crack on the words.

Chuckling to himself, he motioned toward the opposite end of the food court. "Do you see them?"

Narrowing your eyes, you tried to pay attention to the couple he pointed out. They were a little older than you, both staring at each other lovingly over a romantic meal of Subway.

"I do."

"What do you think their story is?"

You shook your head and looked at Jackson again. "What do you mean?"

"Are you telling me you've never made-up backstories for complete strangers before?" he asked, lifting his brows.

"I-well, not-" you stuttered. You supposed you had, but it had never been pointed out so plainly before.

"There are so many joys in this life you have yet to experience," Jackson clucked, taking your mumbling as a "no." "I'm glad we're on this date so I can show you."

"This isn't a date," you said, rushing the words out.

Patting your knee with his free hand, he looked at you knowingly.

Shit, this was kind of a date now, wasn't it?

"Now, back to business," he insisted. "Tell me what you think about the guy."

Letting out a sigh, you decided to play his game. "I dunno. Clean cut, good looking, probably makes okay money."

"Now that we've established that you do have eyes and can see out of them," he laughed. "Tell me what you think about him, Y/N. What does he do in his spare time? Do you think that's his only girlfriend?"

"I'm sorry, what?" you gasped. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"While I'm a monogamous creature myself," he hummed. "Most guys around our age are not."

You furrowed your brow, trying to see across the food court to get a better look at the guy. "You know, he does kind of look like a dick."

"My thoughts exactly," he laughed. "I bet he works in Sales at his company. He thinks he's the hot shot. This girl works at the office with him and he finally sweet talked her into casually hanging out this weekend."

Jackson grinned from ear to ear before turning toward you. In the course of your conversation, you had both finished your food. "Now here's a question."

You crossed your arms, fixing him with a stare. Trying not to smile, you nodded your head, waiting to hear more commentary.

"What would people say if they were giving us a backstory?"

Your heart fluttered at the question. Opening your mouth to rush out something sarcastic, you paused. The way he looked at you was so open. You knew you had snubbed him so many times before, did he really deserve your attitude now?

"You first," you said quietly.

"Well," he started, making a show of assessing you, then himself. "I see a guy who has liked someone since the moment he met them."

Your mouth popped into an "o" shape of surprise. You knew Jackson harbored what you assumed was a schoolyard crush on you, but you had never considered taking him seriously. How could you when he was the definition of unseriousness?

He watched your reaction, his own expression unreadable. "And that someone is giving themselves every reason they can think of not to like him back."

You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He wasn't wrong.

"Good assessment," you cringed.

During all of this talking, you weren't sure when your annoyance morphed into enjoyment. You instantly acknowledged Jackson being the cause for that change.

"So why is that?" he asked, tilting his head. "What's there not to like?"

"Do you really want the answer to that?" you teased.

"Okay, maybe not," he laughed. "I know when I'm pressing my luck and I don't really want hurt feelings today."

"Jacks," you sighed, shaking your head. A mental switch had flipped. "I guess I've never really given you a chance, have I?"

"Not even a tiny one," he smiled. He was so good natured; you weren't sure why he would even continue to try with you.

"What if..." you said slowly, trying to find your courage. "What if maybe I gave you a chance?"

He lifted his brows. It was your time to surprise him.

"A chance?" he said quietly. "Really? Outside of playing dress up? Outside of you watching me sensually lick-"

"Jackson!" you laughed, putting your hand on his knee to stop him. "This chance is fading quickly."

Jackson glanced down at where you touched him. Just as you were about to pull away, he set his hand atop of yours and interlaced your fingers. "Okay, okay."

His smiled was the biggest you had ever seen, especially considering you had witnessed him happily drunk on many occasions.

"Give me that chance."

[sea-moon-star]

La Dolce Vita || JW

Pairing: Jackson Wang x f.reader

Genre: Fluff, Boyfriend!Jackson

WC: 0.5k

Summary: 11.15am (Grocery Shopping)

A/N: Thanks to BuzzFeed Thirst Tweets & Complex Snacked for providing top tier Jackson content hehe. Totally inspired by real events, this is me being accurate af lmao. 🌊🌙⭐️

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11.15am (Grocery Shopping)

Dating Jackson meant that you treasured every moment you had together. Owing to his busy schedule, even having him to yourself for an hour felt like a luxury. But often he had chores piled up that needed to be done in that same one hour. And so you'll had made it into a habit to do the most routine things together- from visiting the laundromat to cleaning the house. And he loved doing these domestic things with you, as he was able to shed the skin of being the famous star- Jackson Wang and instead was just Wang Jiaer around you. It meant doing most things together- with puppy Wang following you around everywhere you went. But grocery shopping was the one time you'll split up completely. He turns to the left aisle, you to the right aisle.

Jackson's grocery list

Almond Milk (1 carton)

Pasture raised eggs (2 dozen)

Avocados 3

Zucchini 1

Squash 1

Kale 1

Bell Peppers 3

Broccoli 2

Onions 6

Garlic (more is always better)

Extra lean (90%) beef 1

Salmon 1

Y/N's grocery list

Ramen (nongshim spicy red)

Whole Wheat Bread

Penne Pasta

Parmesan Cheese

Potatoes

Onions

Garlic (more is always better)

Tomatoes

Mushrooms

Chillies

Coke

Clearly, one could see how your food choices could be simply described as veg-junk-spicy and his as non veg-organic-bland. You'll were poles apart, in your palates and had made your peace with the fact. With you, wearing a mask everytime he cooked something that gave off a pungent smell while he rolled his eyes & refused to kiss you when you'd just eaten something spicy that led to your skin feeling on fire.

But before you made it to the cash counter, you smiled at the oppositely laid out carts as you noticed some things in his cart that belonged to you & vice versa. Snacks & desserts held the key to both your hearts. In his cart were your all time favourites- choco pie, lindt & nutella. And you'd curated a list of his childhood treats from China such as rabbit milk candy, shanzha & sunflower seeds.

You knew each other's preferences perfectly & had managed to rub off the taste on the other as well. You could tell in the way he smiled, a grin stretching from ear to ear that he was pleased with your decisions & you chuckled fondly, seeing that he had managed to remember your cravings.

"You do realize we've both picked the cereal and ice cream?" You giggled & said.

"Never too much of those, am I right?" He replied as he shrugged & walked forward to pay the bill as you shook your head & followed him, interlinking your hand into his as he squeezed your hand tight. And while he made small talk with the cashier, you captured a mental snapshot of this perfect little outing, for this was just as joyful and memorable as any other grand date you'd been on. Life with your boyfriend was truly "La Dolce Vita"- a sweet boy, with a sweet tooth & a shopping bag filled with sweets.

"Why so impatient, princess?" He asked as he noticed you tapping your feet & nudging him with your elboe to rush things along. So you smirked & whispered softly in his ear, "I'm just eager to go home & eat some ice cream. Preferably off your abs, like that genius Ahgase suggested in the BuzzFeed thirst tweets video."

"Should've known it was you!! Why go to such great lengths when you could've just asked babe." He crooned back, his gaze so sultrily that you were worried he'd devour you right then & there. And you stood there frozen, as red as the Hawthorne berries in your hand. Waiting & bidding the time, till you finally got home.

Jackson & Y/N's grocery list

Big white rabbit creamy candy

Roasted sunflower seeds (spiced flavor)

Shanzha (dried hawthorne berries)

Lotte Choco Pie

Nutella

Lindt Liquor Chocolates

BR Bavarian Chocolate Ice Cream

Kellogg's Frosted Flakes

THE END. 🌊🌙⭐️

[imdifferentshadesofpurple]

Just a Moment.

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader Genre: Fluff

a/n: When I first wrote for #maketiffweakweek, I only just met @baebae-goodnight through the new network I had joined. Fast forward to now and I’ve fallen completely for Tiff and her gigantic heart. She’s hilarious and such a brightness when I’m having a crappy day. She’s a moodboard Q U E E N and I’m so grateful I’ve gotten to know her. So here’s a short little birthday gift sweet cakes, and thank you for being such an amazing human. xoxo

London is bright and beautiful, especially with Jackson by your side.

His next competition wasn’t for another two days so you did your best to shake off the jet lag and drag him out into the city to try and see everything you could. He laughs as you pull him along, pointing at things here and there, eyes sparkling as you took it all in.

“Hey, hey! Slow down baby before you trip on something. We’ve got the whole day.”

You grin, shrugging in apology, “I know! I’m just...so excited. I haven’t had the chance to come to London and we’re here and I’m so happy!”

He laughs and tug at your hand, bodies colliding as he wraps his arms around you right there on the London Bridge. He presses his lips against yours and you feel shivers down your spine, you always do when he kisses you. You throw your arms around him, pulling him closer as he laughs into your mouth.

“I’m happy too,” he whispers, nose bumping against yours before he once again takes you hand and pulls you forward. “Are you sure it’s alright we left Shan and Jinyoung at the hotel?”

You scoff, pressing closer to him as you pass between people, “Of course. I’m sure they’ll be just fine. But I did promise Jinyoungie we’d come back in time for dinner. So let’s see absolutely everything we can, okay? You have to train tomorrow so today is all we get.”

He nods, smiling at an elderly couple passing by before he turns his head back to look at you, “We’ll do our best. Where to first? Your list is crazy long.”

You don’t answer and he turns to find you’ve slipped your hand out of his, gaze lingering on Wembley Stadium out ahead in the distance. His expression softens and he moves behind you, hands gripping at your waist gently as he kisses your temple, “You okay?”

You smile, “Of course. I just remember sometimes, what is like to go to new places to compete. I had a pretty good run at it. But I miss it sometimes, when I’m with you. Or when I see you train. It’s been so long but it feels weird still...not fencing.”

He squeezes you, his way of telling you he’s here and he’s listening, “Do you remember when we first got together?”

You chuckle. How could you forget? A road trip to rescue the lawbreaking lovebirds resulted in admitting long buried feelings you had once considered hatred. 

“Do you remember what I said?” “Of course. You said you’d never let me forget. You said it was who I was.”

A cool breeze passes by and you turn in his embrace for warmth. Jackson’s voice is small as he whispers in your ear, “It was who you were. Fencing brought us together. Both times. And I don’t know about you, but I’m grateful for it. You can’t fence anymore but that doesn’t erase the fact that you were amazing. You were a kickass athlete. I’m always going to be proud of you for that.”

He quickly wipes at your eyes, stupid tears staining your cheeks. Reaching up a bit on your toes, you kiss him, long and hard, fingers carding through his hair.

“Thank you. I love you. And I’m proud of you too.” “Thanks baby. I know I’ll do a good job because you’re in the stands watching me.”

Later, after sightseeing and delicious food, your phone rings suddenly and you dig your hand into your jacket before answering, “Hi Shan, what’s up?”

A nervous voice flutters through the phone and you send Jackson an exasperated look when Jinyoung is the one that answers.

“We uh...sort of got into a bit of trouble. Can you come help us?”

[yyparkq]

cuffed

Since you decided to end your arrangement with Jackson six months ago with respect to his newfound girlfriend, you exerted an awful lot of effort to stop yourself from coming back to him every time you’re feeling lonely. Depriving your own self of mindblowing orgasms takes too much of your energy and willpower but thankfully you manage to get by with toys to play with yourself…and occasional hookups from blind dates.

Never in your whole life has your current situation crossed your mind. Even as you usually roleplay and engage in kinks, you never imagined being stuck in a situation so frustrating and embarrassing—thanks for the drought brought to you by the demands of your career and the lack of trustworthy dudes around you to satisfy you.

In your apartment, you have a magnificent view of the setting sun painting the sky a mixed hue of orange and magenta at the veranda, one of your favorite places to spend time contemplating about things. Now is definitely not that time, though. Not when you’re stark naked on your bed with one of your wrists handcuffed in one of your bedposts after your fuck for the night—who turns out to be having a pregnant girlfriend—left you alone in a hurry to attend to some emergency situation just before going down on you.

The situation infuriates the hell out of you. You were too blindsided by your sexual needs earlier that you simply agree to the man’s requests, even if it meant being tied up while being fucked. As soon as you reached your apartment, articles of your clothing were discarded quickly and your wrist ended up being cuffed. The man you were with excused himself for a while when his phone didn’t stop ringing. You expected him to turn his phone off and resume touching your body but to your surprise, you saw him peeking at your door, fully dressed again and with a look of panic and terror in his eyes. Within a few feet away from you, he told you that he actually has a girlfriend and that she’s at the hospital right now about to give birth to their child. What a douche.

You were too shocked to respond immediately and just let him get his way only to remember that your hands are remotely tied as soon as you heard your front door shut.

It was one of those times when you wish you were in your normal logical self. You could have saved yourself the trouble if you noticed immediately that one of your wrists is bound. Looking around the room, you found the nearest piece of clothing you previously wore six feet away from you, too impossible for you to barely reach. The only thing that you could use at that point to cover yourself is the bed sheets where you were lain on.

You couldn’t stay like that forever. You need to act and think quickly before you could actually spend the night helpless in your own apartment.

Fortunately, you noticed that your smartwatch remained fastened around your other wrist—the free wrist—and you were able to call and ask someone for help. You’re too embarrassed to call just anyone so you managed to narrow your list to the two most trustworthy people in your life—your two best friends. The first resort is your girl best friend from college. She’s been one of the constant people in your life and you’re fairly confident the situation will not faze your friendship and she will not judge you at all. But she wasn’t picking up your calls and you’re slowly getting anxious so you opt to phone the other person on your list—Jackson Wang.

As if he’s been waiting for you to call at that moment, Jackson picks up his phone only after a ring. You sighed in relief as you heard his familiar voice on the other line, your stomach tied in knots as you spoke to him, asking him to come over to your apartment immediately, not disclosing the situation yet because you’re too ashamed.

Jackson must have sensed the urgency in your voice even though you tried to act cool since it took him only less than an hour to reach your house. He let himself in using your old passcode he knew very well by heart.

He was dumbfounded when he arrived and saw the situation you are in. For almost five minutes, he was laughing his ass off looking at you and not even bothering to free your wrist from the restraints.

Oh god, you miss him terribly. It’s almost half a year since you’ve been in the same room and in this close proximity with this man and you’d be lying if you say you don’t miss him one bit. After all, he has the ability to cloud your mind any time of the day; most especially at night when you’re lonely and craving someone’s touch.

“So,” he says and clears his throat before continuing. “You need my help?”

You roll your eyes, reminded of how annoying he could be when he’s not pleasing you on the bed. “Why do you think I called you here then? To mock the shit out of me? Get the fucking keys on the kitchen counter, Jackson. Please. For goodness sake!”

He cocks an eyebrow at your tone.

“No, I thought you’re horny and that motherfucker didn’t even get to touch you? You know I’d be glad to help you with your release,” he says, reaching out to caress your thighs on top of the sheets.

You know. To be honest, a part of you hoped you could spend the night with him. He’s irreplaceable. You never found a guy as good as Jackson does make you feel when it comes to bed. Though you never really told him, he’s set the standard too high for all the other guys and you’re evidently struggling because of it. Most guys you dated to fill in the void of him doesn’t come as close to him. They all prioritized their own releases and hardly even cared whether you reached yours or not. It’s frustrating.

You let your free hand clutch the material draped on your chest and feel your heart thump loudly as his hand inched closer to the apex of your thighs. You’re afraid he might feel the wetness still dripping out of your core. After hearing his voice on the other line after a long time, you were reminded of how good he could make you feel with his tongue and hands working wonders on your body and you can’t help but touch yourself once again, having a little fun of your own.

Jackson lifts the cover from your body and you almost shriek when the cold air nip against your flushed skin. Your legs attempt to close together in reflex but both his hands immediately stop it. He takes a good look at your core and smirks at the way your juices were smeared between your legs, visibly staining the light gray sheets beneath you.

“I thought he didn’t even touch you and yet you’re here dripping wet,” he squints at the realization. “Did you touch yourself?” he asks, thumbing between your folds to gather your wetness and bringing his own fingers to his lips.

You stare as Jackson licked your juices off his fingers clean. His eyes turning darker with lust as you moan at the sight of him. At this point, you can feel your core burning with desire more than ever and you couldn’t care less whether or not his pronounced girlfriend finds out about the two of you fucking behind her back. You want him back. He was yours to begin with, anyway.

“I asked you, baby.”

Your pussy clenched at the hoarseness of his voice and you groaned at the fact that nothing’s still inside you. “Fuck me, Jackson.”

“Were you thinking about that motherfucker while touching yourself? You know you can’t get what you want unless you answer my question.”

“God damn it. I was thinking of you. Shit—” you scream when he slaps your pussy quite harshly.

He’s definitely enjoying this. “Watch your words, baby. Now, tell me, what was I doing when you were touching yourself?” he asks before lightly patting your core to ease the pain.

“When—when you..when you ate my pussy during your girlfriend’s birthday party,” you stutter.

He smirks, recalling how he devoured your pussy inside the house while his girlfriend attended to her guests at the party. “Oh, yeah. That was fun.”

The memory and the sight of you squirming beneath him was enough for Jackson to undress to take out his dick and stroke it a few times before running the tip along your folds to lubricate himself.

“You’re still on pill?” he asks and you nod. He hovers over you on the bed.

Jackson kisses you before finally sheathing himself inside of you. He pants and stops moving for a while, letting you adjust around his girth for a few seconds, before thrusting into you. “Fucking tight. I miss you,” he whispers to your ear and lightly bites on the sensitive area of your neck. His hands roam around your body before settling one to play on your clit and the other to massage your breast and pinch your nipple.

Jackson fucked you fast and hard, filling you up deliciously after six fucking months.

The room is filled with your heavy pants and mixed noises of skin slapping against skin and metal clacking of the handcuffs against the bedpost. Your bounded wrist starting to ache but you didn’t mind.

You bite your lip and grip Jackson’s hair harder as you feel yourself nearing your release. “I’m about to cum—fuck, Jackson—stop..oh my god.”

“Good girl,” Jackson praises you for cumming so hard and fast but did not waver with his thrusts.

You quiver and try to stop his hips from moving but he still continues to pound into you, lifting your left leg up and positioning himself from your behind this time. You’re twice as helpless with having only one hand free.

“I want you to cum again, baby girl,” he groans to your ear. His thrusts are getting sloppier signaling his release. He doesn’t have to tell you twice as you came right after him.

Jackson stays buried inside of you for a few more minutes as you two try to catch your breath. Eventually, he gets up and retrieves the keys to your handcuffs from the pocket of his pants.

You stare at him in disbelief. “You had the fucking keys all this time?”

“Yes, I saw it on the couch,” he smirks and unlocks the metal.

“Then why didn’t you remove this shit earlier you motherfucker,”

“You know how much I enjoy seeing you beg baby.”

Jackson grabs a towel from your drawer and cleans you up, not missing the chance to tease you once in a while. He inspects your previously bounded wrists and places light kisses around the marked area.

You were almost touched by the gesture until you remember his girlfriend and the shit you just did behind her back.

“Hey, what about…your girlfriend?” you try to play it cool. Honestly, you don’t even remember her name by now.

“Yeah, we broke up two months ago,” he says nonchalantly.

Two months ago? And he didn’t bother telling you?

[dontbekoifish]

Flower Book (Jackson Wang Drabble)

Pairing: Jackson Wang x gn!Reader

Word Count: 195

Warnings: None

Summary: I don't know what this is, I just saw a video on YouTube where they call their spoouse by their first name and the spouse thinks they're in trouble. What is Youtube.

Genre: Fluff

"Hey, Jackson, can you get me my pressed flower book? It should be on the coffee table," you call out, hands covered in guache paint that you accidentally spilt on the kitchen counter. You had cleaned the counter as best you could with an old towl but the paint stayed on your hands.

Your husband pokes his head around the corner, obviously surprised, but you don't notice. "What? What did you call me?"

At that question, your eyebrow raises and you look up from your painting study. "Jackson...why?"

Jackson frowns. "Did I forget our anniversary? Is it your birthday?"

"No? Can't I call you Jackson?" Your dumbass of a husband pouts, coming around and hugging you so tight you can barely breathe. "Jacks?"

"I thought you were mad at me."

"Jackson, you have a name, I'm going to use it. Can you get me my book?" You return to painting but the arms around your waist and arms make it hard. "Seun, if you don't let go I really am going to be mad."

Instead of responding, Jackson just places a wet kiss on your cheek, making you wince and wipe it with your forearm.

[igotanna]

Teasing, are you

Summary: After a agreement with your bf you find yourself regretting you’ve made it.

Warnings: smut

Genre: fanfiction, smut

Pairing: reader x jackson wang

Rating: 18+ 

A/N: ….. do I need to be sorry for this? Cause I don’t have an apology. Man, Jackson is hot, I don’t do usually smut, but today is the day when it just came to my mind. You be the judge if I should write more of this, I am not sure.  Picture is mine.                                                                                                  

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“I..” you tried to mutter, but the words got lost between your lips. 

“You what?” he asked, still with his hand provocatively between your legs. 

“I hate you…” you found his eyes with yours. He didn’t seem to be so in tense like you. Actually he smirked.

Your body felt like stuffed with tightened strings.  You tried to look just a bit more angry at him, but you couldn’t. There was nothing else but desire and lust in your eyes. 

And he saw and knew.

Few months before

There’s always a certain point in every relationship when you both need to settle down your sex life. Especially when you know what you want but can’t say it at once. And even more if it’s the only thing that is not quite working. 

That was case of you and Jackson. 

He was perfect - smart, funny, sexy as hell and above all he thought the same of you. 

But the bed times were just better with your ex’s like you both agreed on one drunk night. But convinced that you just want to get better and work on it, you both made list of your preferences, wishes and shared it. 

Now Jackson knew that when you are horny it gives you a great pleasure when he plays hard to get and even when he teases you a lot. 

So he did. 

But now you hated yourself for telling him. 

Because he was so damn good at it. 

Jackson smirked as you closed your eyes with pleasure when his hand rubbed your clit. It was the very edge you could take - your heart beating faster, your breath escaping hardly your mouth. You bit your lips and swallowed hard. 

“You like it.” he announced using his deep voice. It wasn’t a question.  And he didn’t expect an answer - a good answer was your wetness at his fingers.

“Mhmmm….” you purred and your knuckles got all white as you squeezed the headboard bars. Slightly closing your eyes again you dived deeply into the feeling his presence gave. 

His warm hand on your thigh raised your sole up and rested it on his hip. That hard breath on your collarbone, wet vestige of his tongue as he bit it made you groan.

Your hand suddenly let go of the bar and moved to his jaw bringing him closer to your face. Sucking your bottom lip he pushed his half naked body on yours. You feel his waist on yourself, hand moving to the nape of his neck. In a minute he is kissing you hard and your fingers run through his hair. 

“Ah..!” you hissed as his mouth left velvet mark on your neck. He looked at you smiling “Let them know how dirty you can be…” he teased you. 

“Fucker..” you reply. 

“Oh you wish…” 

Raising himself on knees he spreads your legs more, his hand caressing you from the knee down to the thigh. After one look with quizzical brow (and yours nodding) he repeats the way with his lips. 

Frisson takes over your body as he gets nearer to your red pulsing slit. 

“Plea…” the rest of it turns into a loud moan as his tongue goes round your entrance, slowly delving in.

You felt shattering and drowning in pleasure when his hands completed his lapping with squeezing your thighs. The heat radiating from your bodies was unbearably frenetic. 

“I can’t…I’ll…” you stuttered. You felt dizzy and you knew how close you are. 

“Oh you won’t..” he cut you off with greedy kiss that tasted like you. 

Finally your hands did what you wanted to do the whole time - fondling his hips from both sides and slidding his pants off. You  left one hand on his buttcheek and squeezed it.

He seemed to be immune to your touch, focusing on your pleasure.

Kissing your waist, licking your nipple, teasing you any other way than you really wanted.

Needed. 

You digged your nails into his arms “I swear if you won’t-..” you were left with just opened mouth as he looked down at you, slowly smiling and bending.

“I won’t what?” he asked with husky voice. His pelvis got nearer and you felt his cock slowly sinking in but just for a few inches. Then going back, leaving you unsatisfied and feeling empty. 

“Oh c’mon!” you growled.

You felt how hard his heart was beating and his breath got heavier as he had to hold back too. But resisted and smiled “Oh you want more?” 

Repeating the entrance again. 

“Fuck it!” this was enough. You held his arms and quickly laid him down, changing positions. 

Now you saw how much tense and all the hidden passion heated from his sight. 

You didn’t have enough energy to continue in his game. With one last moan of hunger you let his cock inside and leaned on his waist. 

He bites back a moan and puts both hands on your hips pulling it down harder. 

The room filled with hard breathing but you couldn’t hear it because of the blood roaring in your ears. 

Setting a rhythm in ridding him you feel it. Those strings all over your body being coiled tightly and then released. You felt him pulsing inside of you, his sweated waist and arms underneath you. 

You exhaled and with arch back groaned “Fuck yes..!” for the last time. 

That was the end for you - collapsing into his arms you felt your wet making his cock even easier to slide in and out. He got back on top of you, kissing you roughly and between slamming your hips together purred  

“Now it’s my turn.” 

[sxfterhearts]

9. [6:12 pm]

The ocean waves pulled back then washed over the white sand of the shores, over and over. In a distance, a flock of seagulls chattered amongst themselves before taking flight. Towards the corner of your eyes, you could make out the sun sinking towards the horizon, its light dimming to a low intensity glow of deep oranges, burning pinks and faint purples as it blended seamlessly with the clear blue of the summer sky. You basked in the ethereal atmosphere that was sunset, turning the page of your novel with one hand while popping a strawberry into your mouth with the other.

You sighed, utterly content, as the sugary, mildly acidic taste entered your tastebuds. As much as you loved Jackson, your wonderful boyfriend, alone time was something you also enjoyed. Your body and soul relaxed in the peaceful symphonies of the ocean, grateful that he decided to catch a wave or two on his surfboard before night fell.

Sipping on your champagne flute, your eyes wandered towards shallow waters, where you could just make out your boyfriend’s figure standing proudly on his surfboard. While his new apartment was only a mere five-minute drive from the beach, Jackson rarely found time to visit the pristine waters due to his busy schedule. Today was one of those rare days where he managed to get off work early, and he decided to take you on an impromptu date. It was the first time he took a break after getting a promotion at work, and along with the recent move-in, he hadn’t been able to catch a breath. You were grateful, not only because you were spending more than a rushed lunch break with him, but also because you got to witness him in his element – in the water, relaxed; carefree.

You stifled a giggle as you witnessed Jackson fall off the board. Silently, you wondered how he could look so graceful even when he was messing up. A part of your mind said a matter-of-factly, it’s because you love him, you love him and even if you can see his flaws and imperfections, you accept and appreciate him for who he truly is. That was the truth. You started dating Jackson after a mutual friend introduced you to each other at after-work drinks, and instantly hit it off despite having such different personalities. One thing led to another, and you have been joined at the hip ever since, first as best friends, then as lovers. The people around you always wondered how such a calm, quiet girl ended up with the most energetic kid on the block. Your answer was always the same – opposites attract.

Which led you to another thought that has settled in the back of your mind for the past few weeks. A few Saturdays ago, as you and Jackson devoured Chinese takeout amongst countless boxes in his old apartment, he let it slip that he was saving a room at his new place for you as a study area while you completed your professional exams. You went silent for a moment, before clarifying with a “You want me to move in with you?”, to which he responded with an “Of course”, quickly followed by a “You don’t have to answer me now, but the offer still stands”. With the upcoming project deadlines and the impending exams looming over your head, you had momentarily forgot all about taking the next step of your relationship. But now, most of your deadlines were over and after helping Jackson fix the bedframe (he had been sleeping on a mattress on the floor), it reminded you that you too could be sleeping on that bed, waking up to his loud snoring and spectacular seaview every morning.

You watched your boyfriend of nine months walk towards you, surfboard in tow, with the watercolour painting of a sky as the backdrop. It was a picture-perfect moment, like something out of a lifestyle magazine, until he tripped on the way up to where you were seated on the picnic blanket. This triggered fits of uncontrollable laughter from the two of you. Yes, you thought. This is the man I want to spend forever with.

“I tripped on a seashell!” Jackson yelled, offering an explanation, which was really just an excuse. He was too eager to be reunited with you.

Yes, you thought as he took the last few steps towards you. You admired him in all his half-naked glory, tanned skin on display, a towel hanging around his shoulders, his hair dripping with seawater and a goofy smile plastered on his face.

Jackson waved cutely as he towered over you, a hand eagerly reaching towards yours as he bent down to your level and handed you a tiny seashell. Your heart nearly combusted at his childlike excitement.

“Yes,” you muttered the words suddenly, placing the pretty seashell on top of your novel and devoting all your attention to your boyfriend.

“Yes what?” Jackson asked, confused. He quickly did a double take, however, when he saw that most of the strawberries gone. “You ate all the strawberries!”

“I saved a piece for you, here, say ‘Ah’.” You fed him the biggest strawberry of the lot and he hummed in appreciation, taking a seat beside you. “Yes, I’ll move in with you.”

“Really?” Jackson’s words were muffled by his chewing. His eyes sparkled as he looked at you as if you were his entire world.

You turned towards him just as the final rays of sunlight were cast upon the earth, and pressed your lips against his. Jackson tasted of sweet strawberries and salty oceans. “Yes, silly.”

[closetkpop]

Win This Fight (GOT7 Jackson Wang x Dancer You) Part 2

Gif not mine Angst/Fluff/Smut This is purely fiction, nothing is real. A tad bit of smut in this chapter read at your own risk! Not proofread

Part 1 Part 2

Touring is not as glamorous as one thinks. There is so much packing, unpacking, and jet lag involved. Even though it may have its downsides, every city that was visited had its own aura and vibe, making every show memorable. Your favorite stop would have to be when you visited your hometown. At that show all your closest friends and family were also there to support. You were actually waiting for the day that the tour would end in Seoul so you could have one day that was free of schedules and a have a home cooked meal. After 2 months, you finally returned back into your small apartment. It was a mission to be unpacked as fast as possible so you took the clothes that were in the suitcase and dumped it into the washing machine, organized the shoes back to its rightful place, and sorted out all the gifts and souvenirs that was acquired through every trip. In record time the bag was unpacked and the washing machine had about 10 minutes left until it needed to be put into the dryer. You decided to call up Eric to see if he wanted to veg out on the couch.

“Hey Y/N! You’re back, how was the tour?” Eric answered animatedly “Hi Eric! Yes I am back, the tour was amazing.” “Are you tired or jet-lagged? The boys and I were going to go out to the club. Did you want to join?” “I don’t know Eric…” you look at the time and it was only 5pm yet you were already feeling tired. He sensed your hesitation, “Nia already told me she’s coming, so you won’t be alone.” He tried bargaining You started laughing, “If you two are together them I am definitely NOT going! As much as I love the both of you, once you two see each other it’s like no one else is there.” “Hey, don’t hate we still want you there.” You heard Nia over the phone “Really Eric, we literally just got back and you are already at her place?” you teased “Guess who picked her up.” “That’s why you couldn’t pick me up from the airport? We were literally at the SAME airport. I had to take an Uber home.” You feigned offended “I wanted some alone time with my girl.” You sighed; they were adorable together and couldn’t help but smile. “You could have called Jackson.” Eric responded Immediately the smile was wiped off your face. “Eric don’t-“ “Don’t Eric me…” he sassed, “He keeps on asking about you and I can see he’s not satisfied with my generic ‘okay’ answer.” “It’s not that I don’t want to talk to him, I just don’t know what to say.” “Have you met him? He talks a lot. I’m sure he just wants to see you, and I do too! So it’s settled you are coming tonight. I will pick you up to make up for the airport, how does that sound?” “Okay I’ll be ready.” You answer dejectedly “Try not to sound too excited. Be downstairs at 9. Bye see you later.” “Yeah ok bye!”

You quickly put your clothes in the dryer and head downstairs to get a small take-out meal. After eating quickly you figured out which dress you were going to wear and napped until it was time to shower and get ready. You slipped into your favorite black dress and black heels. Applied light make-up and was out the door. The venue was a laid back nightclub that was much fancier inside compared to its scruffy looking exterior. Upon entry glasses of champagne were handed to everyone and lots of people were already drunk dancing on the dance floor. “Hey Eric, what is this place?” “Oh JYP invested in this place and he’s letting his staffs and artists hangout and drink here so we don’t have to deal with paparazzi or other outsiders. But since today is special it’s by invitation only.” “Really so even when you are not working he can still watch you? Man what is this guys problem?” “It’s not like that, we choose to come here, and the liquor is free for us here so why wouldn’t we come here? As you can see no one cares so just shut up and drink up and lets have fun!” “Fine let’s do some shots!” you cheered along with everyone and down two shots of soju before joining everyone on the dance floor “You said today is special and by invite only right? What’s so special about today?” “I am not going to tell you!” he said dancing behind Nia using her as a shield “Nia, will you tell me?” “It’s not for me to say.” She said looking behind you You turn around and met face to face with Jackson. In your head suddenly he is the only one you can see and hear. “I am glad to see you are actually okay.” He said with his deep voice, oh how much you wish to hear his voice all day. Both of you took your time looking at each other and welcoming each presence. You were still in shock and did not expect to run into him this soon that no words were able to come out. “Today’s not that special really. JYP rented out the space for my birthday.” He said casually breaking the eye contact to look at the people around “I..I- Uh I didn’t get you a present.” You stuttered out a response to the best of your ability. “You just got back, I am glad you made it.” He said looking deeply into your eyes, “I really am happy to see you.” Once again no words were coming out so you just nodded. “I guess I should be mixing with the all the guests.” He stated but did not budge from your side “Yeah, sorry to hold you up.” He smirked and started slowly walking away. There was so much you wanted to talk about; his health, GOT7 activities, or his Chinese activities, and the kiss. “Jackson wait!” Immediately he stopped and turned around and once again your mouth could not function, “Happy Birthday.” “Thank you Y/N,” he said disappearing into the crowd. Apparently many celebrities were there, not that you noticed. You tried to keep your thoughts clear but your eyes would always seem to find Jackson. He was there mingling with everyone, talking and laughing freely. You promised the last time you were with him that you would not act like strangers, yet here you were unable to make more than a sentence. This put a damper on your mood so you sat at an empty table and watched the partygoers.  You were playing with the confetti on the table when someone approached you. “Care to dance?” You looked up and did not recognize the face, “Not really. Nothing personal just not in the mood.” “Hmm…” He took a seat next to you, “A beautiful woman sitting alone at a table doesn’t seem right.” “A lot of things in this world are not right.” “Yeah like a dancer not wanting to dance at a party,” he deadpanned. “Right… Is there anything I can help you with?” “Just making conversation until my friend is done in the bathroom.” As if on queue his friend had emerged. “Who do we have here? Why is this pretty little thing all alone? If you want, you can hang out with us.” His friend clearly drunk sat next to you. “No it’s okay, I came here with my friends, I just needed a moment alone. So please leave me.” You asked nicely You were in between two strangers who did not budge when you asked them to leave you alone. “Fine if you won’t leave, I will.” You said getting up They grabbed your hands and forced you to sit back down. The drunk one slid his arm on the back of the chair and onto your shoulder, “There’s no rush sweetheart,” he tipped your chin closer to his face. Behind his head, you saw Jackson in the distance near the dance floor. He was staring straight at you, and he looked heartbroken. To him it looked like you were in the company of two handsome guys, so he disappeared before he did anything stupid at his own party. When in fact really all you wanted to do is be in Jackson’s arms. Before you could even plea for his help to get you out of this uncomfortable situation, you felt the drunk mans stubble and chapped lips on your neck. “Stop it!” you yelled, “Stop touching me I don’t want you touching me!” The music was loud but some bystanders started staring which caused the two men to let your hands go. You took the opportunity to get away. You ran into the bathroom to scrub off your neck where he kissed it. You took deep breaths and tried your hardest not to cry. Upon exiting you ran straight to Eric and Nia who immediately knew something was wrong. “Let’s go it’s getting really crowded here.” Nia said You nodded and started walking to the door. “I’m going to let Jackson know we’re going.” You both nodded and waited near the exit. “What happened?” Nia asked “Those two creeps over there were not leaving me alone, and the one with the longer hair, he drunk and kissed me.” You spoke quickly “THEY DID WHAT?!” Nia exclaimed “I am going to get them kicked out, no one just gets to do whatever they want in here.” Nia was fuming “Okay I’m back, what did I miss?” Eric came to your sad face and Nia’s livid face “Baby,” Nia started, “You see those two guys over there?” “Oh yeah, those are Jackson’s choreographers what about them?” “Well they were harassing Y/N, and one of them even kissed her without her permission.” “What?” His face dropped “It’s true. Can we just leave? Please?” You begged “Yes we are leaving but are you alright, is there anything else I can do? Should I tell Jackson?” “No! You are not going to tell Jackson anything Eric,” You warned. “And I am okay just a little shaken. My mind just thinks had we been in another situation what could have happened.” “Don’t worry, I will always be there for you. You are my best friend.” Eric said hugging you. “Me too.” Nia joined --- 3 AM Banging on your front door. You look through the peephole and see nothing. You turn on the lights outside your door and see someone standing but still not clear enough. “Who is it?” you try to keep your voice as even as possible “It’s me Jackson.” He said taking off his black hat and facemask. You open the door and let him in. He takes a seat on your couch while you prefer to sit on the tea table in front of him. “How did you find my house?” You asked, this seemed a good way to break the silence. “Eric.” He answered quickly, he looked angry. “So what are you doing here? Are you okay?” “No you answer me this,” he stood up “Why didn’t you tell me someone was bothering you at my party, not just someone my choreographer?” “Ah did Eric tell you that too? He really cannot keep his mouth shut.” “Nia told me.” Oh you were really in trouble then. “What do I say to you Jackson? It was your birthday celebration. And this guy is like a brother to you.” “Yeah he is like a brother to me, that’s why when I saw you two together I thought you deserve someone like him who will be able to spend time with you, and take you out, and have a normal life with. Not someone like me.” He vented. “I didn’t know he was making a pass at you. The fact that he touched you without your permission just disgusts me.” “Jackson,” you tried to calm him “You want to know what makes me even angrier? It’s the fact that you didn’t want to tell me. We said, no, we promised that we weren’t going to behave like strangers, so tell me why I have had longer conversations with Coco than I have had with you? Why didn’t you talk to me at all the entire trip?” He paused and there was silence. You never thought a man that was always so happy could be this angry. And all his anger was being directed to you. “I’m sorry.” You said with an even voice but then felt your voice growing. “I didn’t want to tell you because I know you look up to him and I did not want to ruin the years of friendship you had with him because he drunk kissed me. I felt uncomfortable so I left. For many girls it ends much worse for them, and not everyone has a best friend or a night in shining armor to help them. I didn’t know what to say to you because I’m trying to be the best so your company doesn’t feel ashamed to see you with me. And honestly I am not there yet. I didn’t talk to you the entire trip because I didn’t know what to say after you kissed me, and I didn’t know where we stood. And quite frankly it bothers me that you think I would be talking to another guy at your own party, when I thought I made it perfectly clear that the only lips I want on my neck are yours!” You panted suddenly aware of exactly how much you had to say. He hugged and your body molded perfectly into his, and you both felt the anger disappearing. “I’m sorry I yelled.” He whispered “I’m sorry I was quiet.” After some time, he let go of your body and pulled you onto the couch with him. “So tell me about the tour.” And you did, and spent the rest of the night talking whatever was on your mind. --- You woke up facing Jackson. His arms were around your body and your legs were intertwined. You started to shift out of his hold but he just grabbed onto you tighter. “5 more minutes” his voice somehow deeper in the morning. “You don’t have a schedule today?” you said running fingers through his hair “I expected to be hung-over so I requested today off.” You laid in his arms until he was satisfied. He had set up an alarm and casually turned around to turn it off and pulled on a shirt. “I am happy I came here instead of going back to the condo with the boys. If I were there I would be in the bathtub or something.” He said stretching and getting up You started to fix the covers, and headed into the bathroom to do your morning routine. Once you got out of the bathroom you handed Jackson a spare toothbrush and large clothes, though he opted into being shirtless. You started on eggs for breakfast and he came into the kitchen to start on dishes. “So what are your plans for today?” he asked as you both sat down “Nothing, you?” “Nothing too.” “Wow you really are a rapper Dr. Seuss.” You teased “I try.” He brushed his shoulders trying to hold in his bright laughter “So what would you like to do?” “If I can stay over? I really like talking with you,” He pleaded with his puppy eyes. “Sure.” You said sipping your coffee “Yay! Netflix and chill all day!” He beamed You choked a bit on your coffee and he immediately tried to correct himself, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. My intentions are innocent. Get your mind out of the gutter freak.” He playfully nudged. After some time of eating in silence, Jackson started again, “Hey I actually need your help with something.” “What’s up?” “I am looking for a new choreographer. Do you know someone that can dance?” He suggested to you. “You’re really going to replace him?” “Hell yeah! I don’t want a pervert on my team. Why are you even defending him?” He said holding your hand. “Also I am giving you an opportunity to join Team Wang. It is separate from JYP, he has nothing to do with my Chinese activities.” “I am not defending him, I just don’t want him to lose his job because of something he did when he was drunk.” He looked straight into your eyes, “Wow, I really am looking at an angel right now.” “Oh stop it.” You shied away from his intensity “No really! You know what they say the only people who say the truth are children and drunken people. No matter how much I drink, I would never treat a woman like how he was treating you.” He said facing you “Okay, I’ll help you out, as a friend though.” You clarified, “I will always be your supporter and always on your team.” “I was hoping you would help me as more than a friend.”  He suggested “What happened to innocent intentions?” “I will be. I just don’t want you to get all hot an bothered while dancing with me.” “Oh then I guess you need to find a new choreographer.” You said standing up and putting the dishes away “No wait!” He whined You giggled at his sad puppy face and he brought you into a big bear hug successfully lifting you in the air and spinning around. He put you down but didn’t release the hug, “I like this.” “Like what?” “This, us. We’re talking so casually. I really like it.” He said hugging you one more time “I like this too.” You said hugging him a bit tighter, not only referring to the talking but also they warm feeling that was inside your heart. One thing about Jackson, once he gets serious all playfulness is out the door. We were trying to get the choreography just right in time for his new song released, “100 Ways.” The song had a playful vibe with a great beat drop, but behind the happiness, there was a much darker backstory. The dancing was very fast. Every moment had to be strong but also precise. A halfway mark finally had been reached and you were drenched in sweat despite the air con fully blasting cool air. You collapsed on the couch while Jackson went to get water for the both of you. He came back and laughed at your exhausted state. “Come on, you’re telling me one of the best dancers in Korea is tired after only 3 hours of dancing? Come on Y/N you are slacking on me here.” He said handing you the water “What happened to Netflix and chill and being lazy?” you said out of breath “That’s after we finish perfecting the dance.” He said getting up and stretching, “Come on break is over.” “Noooo, it hasn’t even been 2 minutes.” You complained He pulled you up to your feet and hugged you. He was sweaty (so were you) but no complains were made. Something about being in his arms always made you feel good. He seriously was your energy. You hummed in content. “Feeling better?” “Yeah.” Both were in comfortable silence but you couldn’t shake off this feeling in the back of your head. You both were acting like a couple even though neither one had the right to do so. You quickly let go before your mind could overthink “Not that I am not enjoying this, but lets wrap this up okay?” you said starting the music again Jackson noticed your sudden change in demeanor, “Hey if you don’t want to do this we can stop. I just want to spend time with you but, if you’d rather do something else… or if you have other plans. I mean you already helped a lot I’m sure I can figure out the rest from here,” he began rambling. “No I didn’t mean it like that. I do want you to be here, and I do want to help you! I was just thinking too much into this.” you motioned between each other “What are you thinking into?” “Jackson don’t you think we are being too couple-y?” you asked softly He took a moment to see if you were going to add to your question. He took your silence as a chance to respond. “Yeah we do act like a couple. So what?” “But we’re not.” “We are not.” He said slowly, “But I very much would like to be. I am trying my hardest not to just stop everything and just kiss you into oblivion.” That managed to crack a smile on your face. “I would like to as well, but dating me would ruin your idol image.” “No, it won’t. And so what, we keep it a secret only between us. Just until we figure out how to break the news to everyone.” “Jackson a relationship is the last thing you need right now on top of that a secret one. I am not saying I am high maintenance but you are going to be exhausted, and that’s not fair for you.” “Y/N can I kiss you?” He asked out of the blue “I am being serious!” “So am I. I really want to kiss you.” He stood in front of you and crouched down to your eye level. “You didn’t ask me for permission the last time you kissed me.” You joked, “You’re not as innocent as you think you are.” “It’s a simple yes or no.” He puckered his lips in front of you “Buy me dinner first.” He giggled. “You’re really going to leave these lips hanging?” “I really am.” You shimmied away from him, “Come on let’s dance!” “Noooo!” he was the one complaining now. --- Dinner was more of take-out and yes Jackson did buy. Everything was sprawled across the dinner table and wine was being poured. “Did you have fun today? I know it’s not ideal to be working on your birthday.” You started “I haven’t had this much fun on my birthday in years.” He said shoving food into his mouth “Slow down you’re going to choke!” you said pouring him a glass of wine, “So what can I get you for your birthday?” “You already gave me a gift. Now every time I dance or hear this song I’ll only think of you.” Ever since the conversation prior there has been a tension in the air and the both of you are doing your best to ignore it and keeping the atmosphere as light and playful as possible. “That doesn’t count, this was a freebie. I help you with your dance, you bought me takeout, we’re even.” He just smirked and continued eating silently, which was completely out of character. “What’s with the smirk?” “Nothing.” “What tell me!” you lightly shoved him and he grabs hold of you and keeps his arm around your shoulder. “So this, would you consider this me buying you dinner?” he asks holding you close “I mean it kind of is dinner. But we didn’t really go out.” You said teasing and sipping your wine He caught on to your tone, and leaned in closer to you. He took the wine glass out of your hand and placed it gently on the table, his eyes never leaving yours. He used the same hand and placed it on your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “You deserve better than me.” He said softly “What? Jackson no! I should be the one saying that.” You responded confused “You deserve someone to take you out on dates, and enjoy a normal life with. If you’re with me this is the best I can do, quick takeout dinners at home. Y/N you deserve more than that.” “I don’t care about that, I am just more than happy to spend time with you.” “You say that now, but how about later on? Work will always get in the way. Work will always be my first priority. That’s not fair.” “Where is this coming from? I just thought you were going to kiss me just now.” You said getting up and creating some space. You lacked his body heat and instantly felt the difference. “Y/N. I want to kiss you, been wanting to since I saw you yesterday. But then I saw your face, your beautiful innocent face and instant thought what if they find out and take you away from me for good?” “What are you talking about? How much wine did you have?” “Y/N-“ He said getting up as well “Jackson, please let’s just worry about the future when we get there.” You said snaking your arms around his waist and looking up at him. He took your face in his hands again, “I worry about you, a lot. It’s probably unhealthy how much I worry about you. And JYP has a lot of friends in high places. He can make sure you never make it in Korea.” “I worry about you too. But know this, I don’t care if he wants to play that way, let him, you can’t stop him. You said it yourself make it big, so I will. And so what if he knows some big people in Korea, I now know some people of my own. Just wait and enjoy the show, I’ve got plans.” “Am I in any of those plans.” He said rubbing circles on your waist “Publicly, no you are not.” He pouted. “Privately, I really do hope so.” He leaned down and finally captured you lips in a long awaited kiss. He did not hesitate to deepen this kiss and pull your body closer to him. You hands also freely roamed his body feeling his toned back, biceps, and pecks. You felt his heart beating fast and paused to make sure he was okay. “Jackson?” As if he knew what you were going to ask, he already answered he’s okay and resumed kissing you this time pushing you to the nearest solid surface, which just so happened to be your fridge. Magnets and other small bottles in the fridge definitely had fallen but the both of you didn’t seem to care. He placed his hands on the back of your thighs and told you to jump. You latched onto his body and he carried you to the bed. His body caged you under him and he was once again staring into your eyes making sure you had no hesitation. You pulled him closer and started kissing him again the other hand lifting up his shirt. He pulled off his shirt not breaking the kiss and helped you take yours off too. His newfound access to your body had him reeling with excitement. His large hands were on your hips and his lips were on your neck. “Be mine?” he said kissing down the valley between your breasts “Yes Jackson.” “Forever.” He said looking up to you “No one is going to get in between us.” He kept going lower, pulling the band of your pants down. You starting grinding your hips up and he tossed the piece of fabric across the room. He kissed his way down to your inner thigh and returned to kissing your lips. His hands roamed freely grabbing your breasts and slowly making his way lower, until he reached the thin band of your panties. He lifted it slightly and his fingers made contact with your core. Your moans were being muffled by Jackson’s mouth on yours. While his hands were busy, you also were rubbing his hard shaft through his pants. When you reached in and touched it with your hand he let out a hiss mixed with a groan. “Fuck baby.” He tenderly whispered in your ear. He helped you get full access to his cock, and returned back to fingering you. When he felt you were stretched and wet enough he guided you under him and lined himself up. He slowly filled you up and the slight burn was there, but he felt so good. He slowly took out his cock and buried you deep several times until you were adjusted. After a few minutes he propped you legs up and set a much faster rhythm and that had you seeing stars. “Oh Jackson! That’s so good!” you screamed out “Y/N you’re so tight.” He continued varying his pace. He would have quick shallow strokes and the next thing you know he will be buried deep inside. No matter what, he held your hand through it all placing soft kisses on your cheek or forehead. “I’m close.” He slowed his hips and removed himself. You were about to whine because you were chasing your high, but then he attacked your core with his tongue. “Jackson..!” you couldn’t speak properly the way his tongue was entering and leaving your hole and lapping up all the arousal. His fingers were rubbing your clit and in no time you were cumming on Jackson’s tongue. Your body stiffened, breathing became irregular, and you could swear your have never came faster or harder in your life. Jackson slowed his hand down as your high passed and just watched you with adoration. “You’re so hot cumming on me you know that right?” he said running fingers in your hair and pecking your lips. “Baby, do you mind turning around for me?” You sluggishly did so, sticking your ass in the air. He slipped his cock back in and the stretch was still there, and you heard him moan, “Baby you’re going to be the death of me,” he said picking up the pace. This time Jackson wasn’t taking his time, he was seeking release and you were more than happy to help him get there. Each thrust was deep and hard and he started mumbling a string of curse words along with your name. He moved your hair aside, “You’re taking me so well, and I’m so close.” His hips snapping up and this deathly grip on your hips signaled he was already on the edge. “Jackson let go, cum inside me. Pretty up my walls.” With that he released with a moan and his cock pulsing inside. He toppled onto you and encased your into a hug. You nuzzled into his sweaty chest and he placed soft kisses onto your head. “Y/N, wow.” You giggled, “Happy Birthday.” You said getting up to clean yourself. You winced when you got onto your feet but the way Jackson was admiring his toll on you made it somewhat okay. “What are you smiling at?” “I have the best and hottest girlfriend in the world.” “I can say the same about you!” you said slipping into the shower to rinse off. You came back to the room and Jackson was half dressed and mindlessly scrolling and texting someone on his phone. He sensed your presence and instantly smiled. You sat on his lap and he wrapped his arms around you as he continued to text. You began placing light kisses on his jaw and cheek. “Will you stay the night?” you asked hopeful “I want to,” He said placing his phone down and rubbing circles on your hips. “But I have an early schedule tomorrow, catching up on the past 2 days of work plus I have a fashion shoot.” He went into work mode. You didn’t respond, you knew he had a busy schedule always, so it is understandable. You didn’t want to sound upset so you said nothing. He also seemed to understand your silence. And started to lay back down with you on top of him. “You know, you can always text me.” “Yeah I know.” You said “I prefer you here though.” He giggled. “I’m sorry was that too clingy? I will stop now.” You said burying your head in his chest “No baby, I like it.” He said pulling you to face him, “Never feel embarrassed when it comes to me.” His phone rang again. He sighed, you got off him and he answered the phone call. You started to get into the covers fluffing up the pillow and sinking under the bed covers. You watched Jackson mindlessly walk around as he was talking on the phone. His conversation ended and he turned back to you. Seeing you under the covers all alone on the queen sized bed made him instantly want to jump in beside you and be your best source of heat and comfort. But his schedule stopped him from doing such. He kneeled next to you on the ground, “Babe, I will have to go now.” “Okay, Stay safe Jackson.” You said holding his hand “Get some rest and again Happy Birthday.” “Thank you Y/N.” He said placing a kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight.” “Text me when you get home okay?” you said running a hand through his hair “Will do.” He kissed your lips one last time before leaving your apartment. That night you made many phone calls to your new contacts, literally everyone and anyone; producers, artists, choreographers, anyone that needed help with any project you wanted in. You received many call backs saying they need an extra here and a background dancer there. You even landed a small acting role in an episode of a drama. You scheduled your week so that you can be exposed to as many possibilities you can. Through all this you made sure all your contacts were not in partnerships with JYP. Your vendetta was, if he wanted you, he would have to call himself. 3 months later You were to go to Jackson’s house for date night. Things have been busy between the both of you but little messages between the days made the distance bearable. Your name was starting to become a regular in the business and soon your schedule became just as packed as Jackson’s. The only difference you were more behind the scenes and gaining popularity in production, while Jackson was gaining more popularity in front of the camera. Anyone that needed choreography for a dance, most directors would call you immediately. Yes it was hard the first month doing so many gigs for little to no money, but you showed them your punctuality and expertise to which many were impressed. You typed in the key code and noticed he wasn’t there. You went into the kitchen where you know he keeps your favorite kind of wine and poured yourself a glass waiting for him. You heard his key code being typed in and excitedly waited by the door. When it opened your were greeted by an unfamiliar woman. “Um hi, who are you?” “I’m Jackson’s,” You hadn’t exposed your relationship with Jackson, “I’m his choreographer.” She took a long look at you and did not seem convinced, “Then why are you drinking his wine?” “He always let’s me have full access to his house, this also means his alcohol. Speaking of, where is he?” “Listen honey, I am not dumb, you are obviously not his choreographer, maybe you’re his side piece. All I know is that your services with him are no longer needed. He has a new girl in his life so you can leave now.” “You’re his girlfriend?” you choked out At that moment Jackson walked in completely unaware that you would be there early. “Jackson, I’ll be in our room once you take care of the extra uninvited guest.” She said fluttering away You crossed your arms and waited for an explanation. “Baby,” he stepped closer to you, and you took a step back, “I know it looks bad but you have to believe me when I say she is not my girlfriend you are. I would never betray you like that. She’s just a co-worker who cannot get the hint that I am not into her. And I can’t tell her about us because I know you want to keep it a secret.” You remained quiet trying to process what he just said. You were mad at him, but mostly yourself. “She’s kind of a big deal so I have to be nice to her, but I can tell her to leave, that we had plans first.” He said grabbing your hand You scoffed and went to grab your bag. “Are you asking me for permission? You want me to tell you what to do?” You said in a low tone “I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I don’t want to upset you especially because this was supposed to be our night.” “I am upset, you should have thought about that before you invited her over. You should have said tonight is off limits.” You said walking to the door “Come on Y/N you know my schedule can change any minute.” “I do know that! I completely understand if your plans change last minute, just text me let me know ahead of time, and save me the embarrassment.” “Y/N baby-“ “I’ve got to go. My boyfriend’s date is waiting for him in his bedroom.” You walked out and closed the door. You were hoping he would follow you outside and try to convince you to stay but it was no use. As you made your way back to your apartment he hadn’t called or texted once. You skipped dinner and went straight to bed. In the morning you had woken up before your alarm had sounded so you lay in bed scrolling through your Instagram feed. You notice Jackson post a story of him and the girl he was with yesterday with the caption WORK FLOW, New things cooking with fire emojis. His captions and stories always made you smile. Even though you were supposed to be mad at him, it really was hard to hold a grudge. He still had not messaged anything, and being stubborn, you weren’t going to either. You prepared yourself for a long day. Since the weather was getting warmer, more activities were happening outdoors. Today you had to attend 3 photo-shoots and be on set for an advertisement. Most of the apparel was city/street wear and the same clothes were being used to advertise the music video. You were in charge of a simple dance that showed the fashion and durability of the clothes. You got to the shoot early and were showing some basic poses to the models. The photographer was the same one you used for your portfolio pictures, so needless to say he was a friend, so you were not shy about your opinions on what looks good and what does not. As this shoot started to wrap up, your friend asked you to also pose with some apparel and he shot some pictures. You tried some basic poses and some unconventional ones. He kept the ones he liked and the remaining was added to your portfolio. On the way to the next shoot, you got a text from Eric about getting drinks at this new bar. You responded yes seeing that you didn’t have any other plans and continued along with your busy day. Getting home about 830p you were relieved that the day went so well. You hopped into the shower and relaxed your sore muscles, shampooing all the built up sweat and dirt on your face and body. Getting ready for the night, you wore denim shorts that showed off your toned legs and soft thighs with white racer back crop top from the street wear ad and tied a printed long sleeve shirt around your waist. You topped the grungy chic look with a beanie and was on your way. There were a lot of people at the new bar and you were waiting for Eric and everyone else he invited before he went in. While standing admiring the view the waiting area had, someone tapped your shoulder. You turned around and realized it was the girl that Jackson was working with. “What brings you here?” she started “A car.” You responded dryly “You mean you’re here alone?” She feigned concerned “What do you want?” you asked “I just want to know who you are exactly. The other day when you left he wasn’t the same and I need to know who you are to derail someone who is so driven and focused.” “I’m his choreographer.” You responded giving your back to her again. “I don’t believe it.” She said popping up on your side “See we are hanging out tonight but he must be running a little late. I thought maybe he invited you too, since you guys are friends.” “He didn’t invite me, I am meeting up with my other friends.” You responded hurt “Oh whoops, maybe it was just us two that he made the plans for.” She winked, “Oh I see him!” she said waving him down You kept your back to them, not wanting to show Jackson how hurt you were. “Hey look who I ran into waiting for you, it’s that girl from your place.” “Hey Jackson.” You said still not facing him “Hey Y/N.” he said as he was welcomed by your backside. “Do you want us to wait for you while your friends come?” “No have fun with your date.” You responded a little too quickly “Y/N-“ Jackson started with a hand on your shoulder “A date! Wow Jackson I didn’t know this was a date, how romantic!” she started squealing “Hey why don’t you find a table, I’ll be right there.” He said shoving her away He stood beside you admiring your profile. “You look amazing Y/N. I am still very sorry about yesterday.” “I am sorry too Jackson. I miss you there’s so much I want to tell you but I can’t.” You said finally looking at him. His eyes, they were tired and you wanted to abandon all your plans and just take him back to your apartment and cuddle him to sleep. “Tomorrow meet me at my studio, it’s just going to be me and boys.” “I have things to do tomorrow.” “Just reschedule them!” “What? No you reschedule yours!” you paused not wanting to argue, “I understand my plans may not be as important as yours but to me they are.” “No baby they are important to me too.” He said cupping your face in his hands. You took a step back and he cleared his throat and awkwardly put his hands back into his pocket. “Sorry, I miss holding you.” “Eric just texted, he’s inside.” You said smiling up at him, “Want to say hi?” “Yeah let’s go in.” he said wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

[arsyeong]

One of the few times he’s presented with the opportunity to sleep early, he doesn’t take advantage of.

Instead, Jackson Wang tosses and turns in his bed, trying to find a comfortable position despite the uncomfortable situation. His phone screen illuminates his face in the dark of his room, and one could look in the reflection of his eyes and see an open chat and a blinking cursor in the text box.

He tells himself he doesn’t need to do this but, only a second after he tears the phone away from his gaze, he brings it to sight once more. Your contact name called out to him, but he knew that you didn’t. Things between you and him had ended three years ago.

But why was he thinking of messaging you now?

He had convinced himself this would just be closure. Things between you and him ended three years ago, and they didn’t end nicely. He had ignored you for work too often. He had given you half-hearted text replies. He had kept the calls and video calls with you short. He limited dates to indoor places, to a certain day in a month.

The next thing hew knew, you had simply decided to stop trying. You don’t text nor call him first. You reply at your own leisure. You stopped seeing him.

You were over.

Also because of work, he had been able to get over you quickly. While he hadn’t been in a relationship since, he didn’t feel much pain over your failed love; he had his work to focus his attention to. He had to keep moving. Besides, he understood why what happened happened.

However, the slightest bit of a slightly extended free time had his thoughts wandering through the years and returning to you. He cringed at the wrong and embarrassing things he had done, and he was filled with the need to apologize. To at least let you know that he was aware he did you wrong. To wish you well, even through a text.

He had convinced himself this was the right thing to do, the proper way to end the year. The decade.

He’d pressed send the moment he had finished, leaving no room for hesitation or deletion or editing or whatever else. Jackson tells himself what’s done was done as humiliation begins to fill him; he tells himself he did the right thing.

Before you could even reply, he shuts off his phone and closes his eyes. He had given you and himself the closure you both probably needed. That was right. This was right. He was right.

Right?

[lunarmoonshiner]

Is it just me or does this guy look a lot like Jackson??

[thenamesseven]

Our secret (Im Jaebum x reader x Jackson Wang)

Okay! I don't know if this will be a mini serie or a fanfic yet about (Y/N) who is in a relationship with two very dominant guys, Im Jaebum and Wang Jiaer mostly known as Jackson.

Let's not going to lie to ourselves, there is going to be a lot of smut here. Some fluffy moments and maybe some drama. Also there's going to be sexual moments between both guys, I'll add warnings in the beginning of the chapters so you can just skip the ones you don't like. The story will be written in first person, so you can all get a more personal experience with the story or the smut 🤭. I will also try to upload a chapter every three or two days so you guys don't get bored waiting!

So I'll upload the prologue later tonight! I'll try to figure out how to do a master list so you guys have better acess to every chapter.

Don't miss it out!

[defwang]

gsjsk I was reading a fanfic and a character says something to jackson that includes the frase "just because you don't look asian" and i'm--- jackson? jackson wang. jackson wang from china. wang kayee? jackson who's in got7. you mean wang jiaer. that guy. that guy "doesn't look asian"? jackson wang, who is from hong kong. the fencer jackson wang? are you- are you sure that's the guy we're talking about? does he. does jackson not look asian? did I miss something? what does he look like I don't-

Aaaaaaaaaaa lmaaaaaaaaaao well tbh I had a talk about this before but Jackson can look a little ethnically ambiguous? Like when he was a kid he looked mostly Chinese but since he’s in the Kpop industry they style his hair and do his make up in ways that kind of skew his features. Lmao he still looks Asian tho.........

[imdifferentshadesofpurple]

the Last Hour.

A/N: super late like....so unbelievably late I can’t even (I am so sorry it took forever) but here it is @yeol-stole-my-soul, your birthday gift....ily honey (as much as you loved ‘Twenty Four’ lolol)

The pace of the subway is slowly lulling you to sleep, head on your husband’s shoulder as he holds something small against his chest. 

Your cheek nuzzles against the soft fabric of his sweater, his coat slung over your shoulders to stop the shivering caused by the harsh winter right outside the window.

You know you shouldn’t fall asleep, your house was close and you’d never be able to get up in the morning and make it to work on time if you took a nap right here. But the night falling around you and the movement of the slowly rocking subway was too hard to resist, eyes fluttering shut.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep,” Jackson whispers, slight tease in his voice as he bends his head to reach your ear.

You feel the frown form on your lips, brows furrowing as your burrow closer to him, “Shhhhh, lemme sleep for a second. Just wake me up at our stop.”

He chuckles, shifting a little for a more comfortable position, “Baby, you won’t be able to fall asleep when we get back. And you have to be up to turn in your new piece at the office early tomorrow morning. Try to stay awake.”

Irritation bubbles on the surface, prickling your skin. “Wang Jiaer,” you say, arms crossing and head feeling heavy, “I love you to the moon and back four thousand and one times but please. I’m so tired, we were out all day.”

A wimper sounds from his arms and your head snaps up to see your three old daughter Sooyoung wiggling in her father’s grasp. Jackson chuckles, suddenly cooing at his precious princess as she slowly opens her tired eyes to look at you. She says nothing, incredibly quiet when she’s exhausted, only smiling when you smile at her first. Her cheeks puff up, a habit she adopted from her Uncle Jinyoung, her eyes scrunching in happiness. You wind your arms through Jackson’s as you lay your head back down, just grinning at your little girl as she lets out a breathy giggle. Your slight irritation and mild sleepiness disappear in an instant, face contorting into something funny to make her laugh again. 

She’s amused, little fists hitting Jackson’s chest in a way that you know she picked up from her Uncle Youngjae, his fists just a bit heavier and laugh just a bit (alot) louder. Her butt wiggles and suddenly her face is buried in her father’s chest and he’s visibly melting at the sight. 

“You love her so much,” you whisper, watching his eyes shine as he stares at her.

He looks at you, nodding with no hesitation. “Of course I do. How could I not? Look at her, she’s perfect. The most perfect thing. We made this, I’ll love her forever.”

Your heart swells as she falls asleep slowly again, Jackson rocking her as the subway comes to a stop. You grab your bag and get off onto the platform, Jackson’s hand in yours as he cradles Sooyoung against his other side. 

Tokyo is still very much alive, even with the slightly late hour, people bustling about and lights bright as you weave through the crowd. You’re used to it now, your move to Tokyo over five years ago. Jackson stays close, politely bowing to vendors offering foods or little trinkets.

Before you know it, you’ve entered your more quite neighborhood, houses dark as you climb the hill to your home. 

You feel so content, husband’s hand in yours as your daughter makes small snoring noises from her tiny nose. The night is hushed around your family and you can’t help but zone out a bit as your house comes into view. 

Jackson pulls you back gently and you turn to look at him, “Something wrong?”

He shakes his head, “Nothing. Just...as slowly as you can, grab the wrapped box inside Sooyoung-ah’s backpack.”

You cock an eyebrow in suspicion but do it anyway, carefully unzipping the big compartment of her child sized backpack. 

The box is small, a red bow tied around it, and you meet Jackson’s eyes, “...what is this for?”

He laughs, “Your birthday, duh. It’ll be tomorrow in like - an hour. So go on, open it.”

You grin, your birthday was tomorrow but you weren’t expecting anything until morning when Sooyoung would most likely throw all her weight onto the bed before announcing a birthday breakfast. You untie the ribbon carefully, looping it around your finger, and open the box. 

The necklace is dainty, the pendant engraved with the letters of your first name, Jackson’s, and Sooyoung’s. It’s perfect and eyes tear up as you lift it out to stare at it.

“Jackson,” you whisper, “it’s absolutely beautiful. Thank you.”

He pulls you closer, muttering ‘you’re welcome’ against your lips. You push your hair back, putting it on and turning towards him, “Pretty?”

“The prettiest.”

He grabs your hand again and you start to walk, hands swinging between you. 

“Mommy,” a sudden and quiet voice says.

“Yes sweet cakes?”

Sooyoung rubs at her eyes, blinking lazily while she keeps her head on her dad’s chest, “Happy birthday, I love you.”

You smile, pressing a kiss against her forehead, “Thank you baby. I love you too.”

Jackson throws his free arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, and in the last hour of the day, you’re so unbelievably happy you never stopped searching the streets of Tokyo for the love that lead you here.

A/N: again, I am so sorry it took forever Maria lol but happy (late) birthday I LOVE YOU LOTS

[yyparkq]

milk

“What the hell are you doing here again, Jackson?” you groaned when you saw him sprawled across your sofa, busy scrolling on his phone before you walked in on him inside your own apartment. Without looking back and waiting for an answer, you walked straight to the kitchen.

Jackson immediately rose to his feet upon hearing your voice, his eyes raking your whole body darkly. “You know why I’m here. Your roommate’s having a little too much fun of her own with mine,” he answered, licking his lips as he watched you saunter to the fridge and slightly bend your torso to reach for a jug of milk.

When you turned around, Jackson was already standing on the other side of the breakfast island, blatantly watching your legs with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smirk tugging on one corner of his lips. You looked down at yourself and realized instantly the reason for his smug face—you are only donning a pair of lace panties and a loose cropped top with your long black hair upped in an overly messy bun.

Jackson slowly called out your name, licking his lips and brushing his hair with his hand in the process. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

Unbothered, you placed the glass on the marble counter and poured yourself a good amount of milk to help you find sleep for another night. Sleep doesn’t come and stay with you for more than a couple of hours—3 at most—these days and you’re not keen on taking medications to fix it just yet so you’re sticking to the conventional way of enticing sleep back to your system.

“Of course I am. I knew exactly you were coming over at this hour so I purposely almost stripped naked in my own house for your eyes to see,” you smarted, each word laced with a mix of annoyance and sarcasm. You immediately regretted the words though, realizing it’s not his fault he was being thrown under the bus by your roommates.

Jackson braced his arms on the counter, leaning over and studying your face. “Rough night, babe?” he asked and you took a good look at him. He’s got his sleeves rolled up and the first few buttons of his navy blue shirt unfastened—flaunting a good portion of his veiny forearm and muscular chest. By the way he was dressed, you can tell he came straight from his office. Shadows under his eyes slightly visible as the weight of the whole week finally wash over him.

“I’m not your friend, Jackson. Don’t you have anyone else to bother your ass with at this hour?” you chided, still feigning annoyance after downing a mouthful of milk. You’re exhausted and wanted to just plop down your bed and drift to sleep. The last thing you could have wished right now is to argue with a Jackson Wang.

Your forehead creased at his unbothered reaction.

With a sharp click of his tongue, his hand darted across space between you two and settled on your lips. Thumbing the corner of your mouth gently, he wiped the remnants of the milk off of you and stared darkly into your eyes.

You sighed and confided how tired you are but couldn’t sleep at all. Tiring yourself out doesn’t prove to be an effective solution for you as you have already went for a run, did a few sets of cardio, and tried breathing exercises—all still resulted in an hour or two of tossing and turning on your bed.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Jackson quipped.

It took you a moment to grasp what he’s trying to say.

Jackson licked his lips and smirked, “I could help you relax like the last time, you know.”

Cocky little bastard. You rolled your eyes and swatted his hand away from your face. “Oh god, will you please stop,” your cheeks instantly turned crimson at his mere words and you had to fight the urge to bite your lip and moan at the memory of him relentlessly pounding on you in every corner of your bedroom and rendering you limp the next day for work.

Rounding off the breakfast island, he grabbed your waist and hoisted you on one of the high chairs. “That’s not what you said when you were taking me so well that night,” he murmurs at the corner of your lips where his thumb has been on a moment ago. He found purchase standing between your legs. Your arms instantly linking around his shoulders when he started kissing you. His hands caressing your exposed hips.

Meeting Jackson is inevitable since you both live with your best friends—slash—roommates in the big city. Jackson simply couldn’t stand hearing your friend’s endless, loud moans from the other room without being utterly disgusted. He tried to pry it off the first few instances until he couldn’t anymore. But thanks to that one time the four of you went to a party sharing a car. When his friend insisted to carpool and pick up his girl from your home, Jackson took the opportunity to take note of your address for escape in the future. What he didn’t know is that there is you—a roommate like himself—in the picture, after all.  Cocking an eyebrow, he looked at you incredulously as you slid onto the passenger’s seat beside him. You mirrored his expression, frustrated enough to attend another boring party during the weekends.

As you have expected, the party bored you to death. A couple of familiar faces and empty conversations were shared and with the last look on your best friend’s direction who was now openly making out with his boyfriend, you cringed and made your way out of the place, your fingers instantly working trying to get yourself a car ride home. You decided the party is definitely a bad idea.

On the other hand, Jackson’s eyes never left yours. He easily recognized the disinterest in your eyes from the beginning and he was more than ready to drive you back home in an instant—which was totally unlike him since he’s usually the last man to leave at any party. When you got up and out the door, he was immediately on your heels. He pressed his car keys and you almost jolted when the car in front of you beeped loud, followed by an enormous body from your back reaching for the car door. When you turned around, you saw Jackson smiling. His face illuminated by the street lights and faint flashing party lights from the house. You were so clouded by your annoyance in the car ride to the party earlier that you failed to appreciate Jackson’s handsome face and now you decided there’s at least one good thing out of this boring day, and that is meeting this cocky guy in front of you.

Jackson’s hands were busy kneading your perky bust and ass when you pulled a fistful of his hair, creating a space between your faces desperate for oxygen. He looked at you, gasping for air, before latching his mouth to your exposed neck, sucking and licking all your sweet spots all the way to your mounds, earning loud moans from you. He placed kisses on top of the thin material covering your breasts. “You look so fucking good in this,” he growled into your ear. “I want you to keep it on while I fuck your brains out, baby girl.”

Between your legs, you are soaked and the friction against Jackson’s pants is making it harder for you. You whimpered at the lack of action and guided his hand where you needed him the most. Jackson chuckled darkly at your boldness. “Cat’s got your tongue, my princess? You know you need to tell me what you need.”

You gritted your teeth at his game. “God damn it, Jackson. Just shove your fucking dick in my cunt, will you,” you muttered under your breath. Not patient enough to play with his games.

His hands finally went between your legs and pushed your panties to the side. He looked at your face as he dipped a finger into your folds—as if testing if you’re wet enough for him—and started drawing circles on your clit. You shamelessly sang Jackson’s name like a prayer. His ministrations rapidly increasing the tension in your stomach. You ground your hips onto his hands, your eyes wincing shut at the feeling.

“I’ll fuck you so hard in this little kitchen so the next time you step foot in here to get your precious milk, you will remember my cum inside your pussy dripping onto this seat instead,” he growls into your ears as he brought you to climax. “How do you like that, baby?” he taunted you, licking your earlobe.

“You talk too much,” you moaned and reached to palm his dick over his pants.

Jackson groaned at the action and rutted his hips onto your hands. His pace increased, desperate to bring you over the edge and finally sheath himself inside you, causing you to erratically work on him. You shuddered under his hands and reached your climax, but he hasn’t slowed down his actions. You squirmed and twisted under him from oversensitivity but the ruthless man in front of you just continued his ministrations.

“Damn, Jackson—” you panted. “I can’t—fuck.”

“You can, baby. Cum again. Shit. Cum again on my fingers.”

It didn’t take you long before doing so. You thought you might pass out anytime soon until you felt Jackson’s arm supporting your upper body. You opened your eyes and saw him retrieve his hand from your core, gathering your liquid essence through his fingers and bringing it to his mouth for a taste. He sucked his fingers clean and kissed you, letting you taste yourself.

He broke the kiss after a while, “Sleep kicking in yet?”

You shook your head unzipped his pants. “Probably not until you cum inside of me, big boy.”

[seokminfools]

hi

i wrote a thing : https://www.wattpad.com/story/112108435-%EC%95%84%ED%8C%8C-pain

[imdifferentshadesofpurple]

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader Genre: fluff

A/N: for @got7-markjinson who was in an extra fluffy mood this morning 

It’s only just begun to snow when he hears little footsteps padding up behind him. 

It’s barely 8 am but when he turns, he finds his daughter close to the Christmas tree, rubbing her tired eyes as she clutches a bunny Mark gifted her when she was only a few months old. Her dark hair is a mess on her head and her cheeks are still puffy as she stretches to yawn.

His heart aches every time he looks at her, his miracle baby.

“Morning sweetheart.”

She smiles, eyes still slightly closed. “Morning daddy, pancakes?”

He chuckles, moving away from the large open windows, arms ready to pick her up. “You just woke up and pancakes already? You didn’t even comment on the snow.”

As predicted, she reaches for him and once she’s secure, nuzzles her warm face against his chilled neck. Her response is muffled as they slowly make their way towards the kitchen, “I’ll comment when everything is white. For now daddy, Mr. Bunny and I would like pancakes please.”

He holds back a snort and reminds himself to ask Yugyeom and Bambam to stop babysitting before their bad habits rub off on her.

The granite of the counter is cold against his palm as he sets her down and chuckles when she makes a face, little nose scrunching up as she wiggles to warm up. 

“Stay there and quit wiggling before you fall off. Then we’ll really be in trouble.”

She nods and clutches Mr. Bunny closer, fully awake now as she watches him putter about for pancake ingredients. She does as she’s told and sits still, feet dangling and barely touching the bottoms of the drawers below her. 

She’s a little too quiet and he starts to wonder why. Only three, she was already quite talkative, even going as far as picking up words from the different languages her uncles speak. Just yesterday, she had asked for milk -- in Thai.

Bambam took the credit right away, proudly lifting her up as she squealed in happiness. 

But now she was merely observing, a lot like her Uncle Mark when they were all gathered around the dinner table, winding down from a rowdy meal. 

“Something wrong sweet bean? You can come down if you want.”

She shook her head, large eyes blinking curiously. He takes one last bowl out before turning to her. “Tell daddy what’s wrong.”

She shook her head again, “Nothing. I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Then ask.” “...can you tell me a story? About how you and mommy met?”

He freezes for a second and then continues with his pancake making, “It’s a short story.”

He looks at her but that curious spark in her eyes hasn’t died down. He was familiar with that look and knew she would keep asking until he told her.

“Mommy and I met because of your Uncle Jinyoung.”

Her surprised gasp makes him smile, Jinyoung seemed to be her favorite no matter how many times she told her Uncle Jaebum she loved him more.

“Your Uncle Jinyoung kept making me work at his bookstore when I wasn’t busy in Hong Kong with your grandparents. One Christmas, mommy came in to buy some books. And we met in one of the aisles where I was hiding.”

Her brows furrow in confusion, “Daddy, why were you hiding from mommy?”

He chuckles and pinches her cheek, causing her to squirm again. “I wasn’t hiding from mommy silly. Your Uncle is bossy.”

She laughed, “He says it’s not ‘bossy’ it’s called...being the boss.”

He stares at her as she continues to laugh, swaying back and forth in open glee. 

His miracle baby.

Switching his attention back to the pancakes, he starts to whisk. “Well your uncle is wrong honey, he was bossy. And daddy was hiding because he just wanted to go home and avoid the snow. But mommy showed up and started to talk to me. We liked talking so much that we sat right there in the aisle and talked for a few hours. Your uncle was wondering where I had disappeared to.”

“You didn’t disappear, you were falling in love.”

That stops him and his gaze turns to her, “Who said that?”

She shrugged as if the answer was obvious, “Mommy did. She had said she had been falling in love too.”

His heart seizes in his chest, breath catching as his daughter simply stares. 

“Mommy was...mommy was right. I was. She was smart and beautiful and made me laugh. I think I would’ve married mommy right then and there if I could’ve.”

“Uncle Youngjae said you have to um...he called it...um. Dating!”

He kissed her forehead, “Dating, that’s right. Mommy and I got to know each other and fall in love even more.”

She raised her arms up high suddenly, “Then you got married and had me!”

“Exactly. And now here you are. You and Mr. Bunny.” “And now we have pancakes all the time!”

He’s about to reply, sudden shuffling sounding from the hall.

“Smells good out here, can I have some?” “Mommy! We’re having pancakes!”

You grin at Jackson, “It’s barely 9 am and she’s already convinced you to feed her sugar. What happens when this one comes along?”

He rounds the kitchen counter and picks up your daughter, bringing you both close as his hand rests on your ever present baby bump.

“I’m wrapped around their little fingers, what can I say? You three are my world.”

He presses a kiss to your lips before a tiny little someone begs to be let down. She scurries to the window, snow starting to fall heavily. Jackson takes the opportunity to lace his fingers with yours, your back falling against his chest as you watch the white descend from the sky, blanketing the ground below. 

“She asked how we met.” “The bookstore. Christmas time. It was snowing then too. You were huddled on the floor in the poetry section and wincing every time Jinyoungie yelled out for you.”

He snorted, “He’s bossy.”

“He likes to call it being the boss.” “So...bossy.”

“Daddy, daddy are the pancakes done? Mr. Bunny is hungry!”

Jackson’s head falls to your shoulder before he presses a kiss to the bare skin. “Tell Mr. Bunny just five more minutes honey. While daddy finishes, why don’t you tell the baby the story I just told you?”

She gasps, flying up from the couch. “You’re right! Mommy come here so I can tell the baby a story!”

He shoves you playfully in her direction and you smile as he heads back to the kitchen. You sit on the couch, adjusting comfortably as your tiny three-year-old clambers over and slots herself next to you.

“It’s a short story baby,” she whispers, “but it’s really good. I promise.”

She starts from the beginning and you kiss the top of her head, eyes sliding to your husband as he winks from his spot by the stove.

Your baby kicks and your daughter is by your side and the love of your life is near, presence soothing and warm.

And you’re very grateful that you needed books that snowy day.