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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 13

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1350

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, degradation, sir kink, namecalling, masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

The vibrating did not stop when he left, although you had hoped it would.

Ten minutes later you entered the conference room. Jackson was already there. His eyes instantly shot to yours and one of the corners of his mouth pulled upwards.

You sat down at the table next to him, not daring to look at him.

As soon as the meeting started something happened again. The toy inside of you upped its vibration level again, but this time it started vibrating in an off-beat rhythm.

Shocked you looked up at Jackson, but he didn't move a muscle.

Cursing him in your mind you quickly tried to look away, trying hard not to focus on the stimulation inside of you.

Although the meeting was hell and you missed half of what was said, you thought you were doing pretty well. When the meeting ended, the vibration lowered again, but the off-beat rhythm continued.

You endured the following hours, not getting too much work done and not leaving your desk as much as you possibly could.

But the second meeting was worse. Once again, you sat down next to Jackson, and once again, when the meeting started, the toy started vibrating, but this time much harder than before. Silently you clenched your jaws together and endured, trying not to fidget and keeping your face as neutral as you possibly could.

It was just bearable and when the meeting ended and everyone got up and left, you dared to let out a sigh. Jackson lingered slightly and you could feel the vibrations lessen again. It wasn't as low as before, but at least it was a little less.

Pretending like he was organizing his files on the desk, Jackson bent over to you.

'Doing so well for me so far,' he whispered in your ear before he left.

You could feel your wet panties sticking to your core, and prayed that you wouldn't leak through to the fabric of your clothes.

The rest of the day you simply pretended to work. Whenever you needed to look busy, you simply typed random words into a document on your computer. The stimulation was driving you to the edge of sanity and you weren't sure how much longer you could endure.

At last, the final meeting of the day was called. There wouldn't be as many people, and some employees were already packing their stuff to go home for the weekend.

Feeling tired, and knees that felt weak, you made your way to the smallest meeting room in the office.

Once more you took your place next to Jackson while the others sat down too and took out their stuff.

'Y/n,' Jackson suddenly spoke. You looked up at him in surprise. 'can you take the minutes for me?' he asked calmly.

Afraid of what would happen if you'd say no, you nodded and took out your laptop, opening a new document.

Jackson started speaking and you started typing.

Then all hell broke loose.

The vibrator seemed to go completely berserk. It started vibrating so hard and wildly in an on-and-off pattern that you almost couldn't believe it wasn't audible. What made it even worse what that its attack on your already tense walls seemed to be precisely in your soft spot…

Your hands started shaking and you stopped typing for a moment. You had to tense up every muscle in your body not to cry out in ecstasy.

The lacking sound of your typing made Jackson look up at you.

There was no trace of remorse in his eyes, no knowing look. He simply raised his eyebrows at you as if he had no idea what was going on inside of you.

Fuming, you put your shaking hands back on your keyboard and started to smash in random buttons without a thought.

This seemed to be good enough for Jackson, as he turned his face away from you again and continued speaking.

You had no idea what they were talking about, as you kept mashing buttons and clenched your jaw together so you wouldn't slip out a moan.

After what seemed an eternity, the lights suddenly dimmed slightly and the TV at the other end of the meeting room started playing. All heads turned that way.

You knew you could stop typing for the moment and the darkness gave you the opportunity to relax your face for a second.

A large hand squeezed your thigh and you turned your head. Jackson had slipped his hand under the table, the arm that he had dropped was invisible to outsiders, with the laptop in front of him blocking their view.

His hand slid upwards slightly and dipped into your pants. You quickly looked away from him and put your tongue between your teeth so as not to yelp. Through the lace fabric of your panties, he found your hard clit. With the toy inside you still on berserk setting, he started to rub slow circles over your clit.

You wanted to scream. Wanted to cry. Wanted to run away from here.

The video stopped but Jackson didn't.

The lights turned on again and the conversation resumed. Meanwhile, Jackson increased the pressure on your clit while maintaining the slow circling pace.

Your hands now truly shaking, you started mashing the keyboard again, trying to breathe through your nose as best as you could.

Now and then Jackson spoke, with his voice calm and collected, as if he wasn't on the verge of making you cum.

You could feel the knot building in your stomach. Sweat was starting to form on the back of your neck and your legs were tensing up for dear life.

You wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

Just when you started to think you might come undone at any second now, you heard the sounds of scraping chairs. People were leaving.

You quickly stopped pretending to type.

Jackson leaned over to you, pretending he was checking your computer screen and still not stopping his finger from circling your tormented clit.

When the last person closed the door behind them and the voices and footsteps faded away, you gasped.

'I'm impressed,' Jackson said lowly. 'I didn't think you were able to hold out for so long,'

'J-Jack-Jackson,' you whimpered tears of anger and exasperation forming in your eyes.

'Relax baby, you can cum for me now. Everyone is gone. Cum,' he commanded.

It hadn't been necessary for him to tell you as you couldn't hold back any longer. You gasped and started to shake. Jackson quickly put his free hand over your mouth, covering the sounds of your moans and cries as he finally made you come undone.

The orgasm seemed to last forever, partially because the vibrator didn't stop and Jackson kept rubbing you slowly. You started to feel overstimulated and your whole body started spasming. You tried to get away from his hand, but he used his arm to keep you down.

'Just a little more,' he teased. The overstimulation was driving you insane. You whimpered, whined, and squirmed but Jackson didn't seem satisfied just yet and continued his attack on your clit.

Then after half a minute of you trying to stifle your moans, out of nowhere a second orgasm overtook your body, even far more intense than the first one. Your muscles cramped up so bad it almost hurt, your eyes rolling back into your head with the blissful feeling.

'Good girl, good girl,' Jackson cooed while he made you ride out your second high. 'Very good, I knew you could do it. I knew you could cum for me again. So good. So obedient,'

When you started to return to earth again he finally let go of you, withdrawing his hand from your pants. The vibrator inside of you finally turned off.

You slumped into your chair, your body feeling like it had just run the marathon.

Jackson had gotten up from his chair and stroked your head while kissing your cheek.

'I'm so proud of you baby,' he whispered. You couldn't speak. Your mind was far too fucked out still to think.

'I think you deserve your reward now,' he said with a low voice.

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d4wnofus · 1 year

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TALK , TALK !

Depois de muito tempo consegui para aparecer por aqui e colocar vocês por dentro de tudo o que vem rolando. Ontem foi o último fansign da Astrid e acompanha-la nessa tour foi muito gostoso, teve lugares que ficamos por pouco tempo e até incluímos – lá na frente – uma visita com mais calma. Acabei não publicando nada a respeito, então vou aproveitar esse momento para registrar novamente o orgulho que sinto dessa mulher. É uma grande honra para mim acompanhar todo o seu processo de perto, ver em seu rosto não só as expressões frustradas e de cansaço, como também de satisfação e alegria quando o projeto dá certo e, como viram, virar um grande sucesso. Astrid consegue criar mundo incríveis, personagens cativantes e um enredo que te prende do começo ao fim. Quem nunca leu nenhuma de suas obras, quando possível, tirem um tempinho para ler! Garanto que não vão se arrepender.

Agora, vocês viram que o próximo MV será lançado na sexta? Cruel vem aí para mostrar um pouco mais do Magicman e do meu trabalho. Já lancei alguns singles antes, mas é a primeira vez que lanço um álbum completo, confesso que estou um pouco nervoso e inseguro. Sei que ainda preciso me esforçar mais e prometo que ainda irão ver um Kayee melhor no futuro!

E por último, amanhã tem lançamento especial na Team Wang desginer! O novo SPARKLES “KNOCK KNOCK” será liberado amanhã para a compra online e o físico apenas em duas lojas na China. Infelizmente não consegui liberar a venda presencial na filial de Londres, me desculpem! E as peças são limitadas, ou seja, corram para garantir e incluir os itens nas decorações de halloween de vocês!

#O1O magic man : rp — narrative

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siamcity-rp · 4 years

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Personagem

Nome do personagem: Wang Kayee (Jake). Data de nascimento: 28 de março de 1994. Nacionalidade: Chinês. Moradia: Phasi Charoen. Profissão: Host no Sugar Club e Instrutor de dança. Orientação sexual: Panssexual. Família: Pai, mãe, irmão mais velho. User: @siam_wang Faceclaim: Jackson Wang. Carrd: Em construção. Personalidade: Dono de um humor ácido e de um sarcasmo intrínseco, já causou alguns maus entendidos por aí por conta de sua personalidade, mas apesar disso, é um rapaz extremamente divertido e de coração enorme. É um desconfiado por natureza, o que lhe faz ter certa dificuldade para considerar alguém seu amigo, mas quando o faz, essa pessoa terá toda lealdade de Jake que sempre se desdobra para ajudar quem ama. Respira arte e se você quer chamar a atenção do rapaz, de certo esse é o tópico infalível para iniciar uma boa conversa acompanhada de um café pela tarde, ou quem sabe um drink a noite?

História

Kayee é poesia pura. É a melodia da canção clichê que fala de amor, a cena triste de um filme antigo e a passagem marcante do livro mais velho e empoeirado da estante. Ele respira arte e isso é perceptível até mesmo nos menores de seus gestos.

Nascido em Kowloon Tong (Hong Kong, China), é filho de Ricky e Sophia. Sua mãe foi uma ginasta artística da China Continental, extremamente conhecida, já seu pai era membro da equipe de esgrima nacional da China e medalha de ouro nos Jogos Asiáticos. Além disso, seu irmão mais velho, Winston também enveredou no mundo dos esportes e seria praticamente impossível para o caçula da família se desvencilhar de tal destino. Desde muito novo começou a treinar esgrima por influência de seu pai e seu talento era notável. O menino ganhou vários prêmios como parte do time de esgrima nacional de Hong Kong,sendo um deles o primeiro lugar no Asian Junior and Cadet Fencing Championship em 2011.

Até alcançar a adolescência, o rapaz tinha quase certeza absoluta de que a carreira de atleta seria seu destino, até conhecer o vasto e encantador mundo da música e da dança. Dividido entre dois mundos, começou a fazer aulas de teatro e foi em meio às oficinas de atuação, aulas de dança, canto e de instrumentos musicais que se encontrou. Não foi surpresa para os pais quando o rapaz lhes revelou seu desejo de cursar Artes Cênicas, mas para sua infelicidade, seu pai não gostou nem um pouco da ideia. Foram tempos difíceis para Jake que de tanto conflitar com a família se viu saindo de casa sem um rumo específico, queria e seguiria seus sonhos a todo custo, era sua vida afinal, tinha o direito da escolha.

Algumas semanas na casa dos avós maternos que residiam na Tailândia foi o suficiente para que seu pai desse o braço a torcer. Com a promessa de que seria uma grande estrela e que daria muito orgulho à sua família, teve a aprovação dos pais para cursar o que queria; aproveitando-se do fato de que estava morando com os avós em Bangkok, resolveu permanecer pelo local, foi então que ingressou na SIAM. Seus quatro anos de graduação foram como um raio para si, era um aluno tão apaixonado e dedicado ao curso que sequer viu todo esse tempo passar; além do histórico de boas notas, também deixou marcas no clube de teatro, aonde participou de vários projetos.

O Sugar Club sempre foi um lugar que frequentou quando universitário, adorava o ambiente e sem dúvidas aquela casa noturna era de longe a mais animada e artística da redondeza, foi praticamente instintivo pedir um emprego ali logo que se formou. Apesar de vir de uma família com boas condições e algumas posses, o rapaz foi criado entendendo e vendo de perto o que é a meritocracia. Sabe que pode contar com seu pai, mãe e irmão mais velho para o que precisar e que jamais o deixariam financeiramente desamparado, mas nunca cogitou a hipótese de depender deles para escrever seu próprio destino.

Aos poucos, dando um passo de cada vez e se dividindo entre trabalhar no Sugar Club e dar aulas de dança em uma escola próxima de onde mora, o rapaz vai juntando dinheiro para um dia construir o próprio negócio, “Team Wang”, uma escola de artes que um dia irá nascer, é a sua menina dos olhos. Enquanto isso, coleciona momentos, conhece pessoas, faz amigos e engrandece sua bagagem, sempre tentando mostrar àqueles que o cercam que não há ferida tão grande que a arte em qualquer uma de suas formas não seja capaz de curar.

#jackson wang #kayee wang #— acc! ›

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daydreamer-au · 7 years

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Tattoo Artist!AU // [1, 2]

Twins Jackson and KaYee Wang as tattoo artists from Los Angeles.

Cr. original photos: @wnabom, @honeyjackson852

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kayeet852 · 3 years

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I think I love this (man)🥺

#Jackson #Jackson Wang #jacksonwang #got7jackson #got7 jackson #jacksongot7 #jackson got7 #teamwang #team wang #wang kayee #wang ka yee #wangkayee #wang jiaer #wang jia er #wangjiaer

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sseurnie · 3 years

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JACKSON ICONS ♡︎

#icons got7 #jackson wang #jackson icons #kpop icons #got7 #kpop boygroup #boy group #wang jiaer #wang kayee #team wang #seuntamin #sseunie

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chowyunnafat · 11 months

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I really like this photo. ❤️ I need to put words on it or give it a title. It looks like it’d be a nice art house/independent film starring Jackson Wang. 😂 it’s actually a photo from his tour. But for some reason it stopped me in my tracks.

#got7 #jackson wang #independent movie #foreign movie #Chinese movie #hk movie #Hong Kong movie #Hong Kong movies #friendship #kayee wang #wang kayee #wang jiaer #igot7 #magic man #I need a title to this movie #tour movie #jackson needs to cameo in a movie like weekend did in hidden gems #cyf #chowyunnafat

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jackthetic · 4 years

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𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑜𝑛 :𝐷

#got7 #jackson wang #got7 jackson #wang kayee #wang jiar #wang jiaer

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dirtykpopsnaps · 9 months

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Here’s the request for Jackson!

#dirty kpop snaps #kpop snaps #dirtysnaps #jackson wang #jackson wang smut #wang kayee #wang kayee smut #got7 jackson #got7 jackson smut #got7 #got7 smut

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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 08

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1790

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

Warnings: Swearing, degradation, sir kink, namecalling, masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

It was easy talking to Jay B. Maybe because you were simply used to the constant anxiety you usually felt around Jackson, or maybe because you drank a lot.

You weren't usually a drinker, but the cocktails were sweet and went down like water.

Barely an hour had passed when that familiar dizzy feeling crept up on you. You ignored it, however, just like you had with the feeling of being stared at, and tried your best to focus on Jay B, hoping he wouldn't notice.

But someone did notice.

At the other side of the bar, half hidden behind a large plant, Jackson was staring at you intently.

That night he had simply decided to go out for a few drinks, feeling like he really needed to get his mind off of things.

But no sooner had he chugged down his first glass of whisky and ordered a second when he saw the door opening and closing. It had been Jay B.

Not feeling like talking to any of his employees, he had hidden behind the plant, hoping he wouldn't be spotted. He would just drink his second drink and try to sneak out to find some other place where he could drink in peace.

But then you came in and his thoughts of leaving disappeared like snow before the sun.

He grasped his glass tightly, knuckles whitening with force as he looked at how you chatted happily with Jay B.

Never before had he felt so jealous.

What was wrong with him?

He wanted to go over to the two of you. Wanted to say something funny or interesting. Wanted to grab you by the hand and take you home with him...

But instead, he just sat there, frozen to the spot, half hidden behind a plant and staring at you like some creep.

He could see how you became more talkative with every drink. How your eyes started to flutter more and your smiles became wider.

He couldn't stand the fact that you were alone with Jay B. Although the two of them had worked together and had been friends for years, Jackson couldn't help but feel angry at him. How could Jay B let you drink like that? Couldn't he see you were getting drunk? Why wasn't he stopping you?

Suddenly you got up. Instantly Jackson was on high alert. He followed you with his eyes as you made your way to the toilets. Quickly Jackson got up as well and followed you.

xxx

Everything was very hazy.

You tried to blink hard to get a sharp image, but it didn't work.

Ugh, why had you been drinking so much tonight? You knew you had a low tolerance, especially since you hadn't gone out in quite a while.

You wanted to kick yourself.

Even going to the toilet was hard, and when you went to wash your hands, the alcohol had fully kicked in. Everything was turning and you could hardly walk a straight line to the exit.

You peered over at the spot where you and Jay B had been sitting, but he was gone. Confused and dazed you looked around the bar until you finally found him at the entrance talking to another one of your colleagues. Apparently, they had finally arrived. You made your way over to them.

Suddenly, something massive bumped into you. You looked up in a daze. A very large man with a beard and an angry face looked down at you.

'Hey!' you said annoyed as he blocked your way.

'Excuse me?' the rough-looking stranger said angrily.

'Yes, excuse you, now let me pass,' you responded irritated, putting your hands forwards to give the man a push so you could move him aside.

The man didn't move however and one of his arms raised up.

Suddenly something grabbed you by the arm and pulled you aside.

'My apologies sir, my wife had been drinking too much. Please excuse her behavior,' a familiar voice spoke.

'I wasn't-,' you began but you felt a squeeze in your arm and the minuscule part of you that still had some sense knew you had to shut up now.

'Whatever,' the rough man growled, before turning around and walking away.

You looked beside you, to the person who had spoken.

An incredibly familiar face looked at you. His perfect dark straight brows were furrowed as his black almond eyes looked at you in worry.

You had never seen his soft-looking lips so close up in real life.

'Are you okay?' his soft husky voice whispered.

You nodded slowly, staring at the one before you.

'You're very drunk, let me take you home,' his voice said. Although it wasn't a question, you nodded again.

A strong warm arm wrapped itself tightly around your waist and guided you towards the exit.

You couldn't keep your eyes off of him. Everything felt like a dream and you were trying your best to take in every hazy detail of his perfect skin.

'Jackson? What are you..?' you heard Jay B say in surprise.

'She's drunk, I'm taking her home,' Jackson said with a dark voice. Without waiting for any response, he guided you outside.

It was cold and you shivered. Instantly Jackson pulled you in closer.

'Almost there,' he whispered softly in your ear. His hot breath tickled your neck.

You heard beeping and a door opening. With one sudden quick movement, Jackson swept you off of your feet princess style and you yelped in surprise before he softly brought you down to the seat of his car.

This had to be a dream. Surely it was a dream.

You blinked a few times and suddenly Jackson was sitting next to you in the driver's seat.

'What's your address?' he asked softly.

'Hmm?' you hummed, trying to remember but your memory failing you.

'Nevermind, I'll look it up on your CV,' you heard Jackson say. You had no idea what he meant.

You blinked a few times again.

Suddenly the door opened again and you felt strong arms wrapping around you.

The scent of warmth and clean clothes and something completely unique filled your nose. It was the best thing you had ever smelled in your life.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his neck.

'Jackson,' you murmured the name of the dream you were having.

'We're here baby,' his husky voice said. You hummed dissatisfied, not wanting to let go of this dream just yet.

You felt something tugging on the bag that was hanging over your shoulder.

'No, no stealing,' you tried to protest.

Keys rattled.

A door opened.

'You gotta let go of me now baby,' his low voice whispered in your ear. You pouted and growled in protest but did as you were told.

Very slowly you were put down on something soft.

'Let me get you some water,' the dream voice spoke. You blinked a few times against the light and saw a dark figure walking over to your kitchen.

You kept blinking. The place around you was familiar.

You turned your head to see and vaguely recognized that this was your apartment.

A sudden lurch in your belly made you gag, and you jumped up.

TOILET NOW

You ran to the bathroom as fast as you could, bending over double and pouring your innards out into the toilet.

It felt like it took hours.

Only when you felt like you had puked yourself completely dry, you dared to sit up again. Your vision was still a bit blurry, but that was mostly because of the tears in your eyes. Your brain still felt slightly foggy but your mind seemed to have sobered up almost completely.

Careful not to move too much, you got up and walked over to the sink. By some miracle, your makeup was still mostly intact. You opened the tab and rinsed your mouth a few times, topping it off with some mouthwash.

Feeling like absolute shit you excited the bathroom.

'Feeling better now?' a voice spoke.

You jumped startled and looked over at the sound of the voice.

There, standing at your desk was your boss. And it wasn't one of the many posters that were hanging around your tiny apartment. It was the real deal.

Jackson looked at you with a smug smile, a glass of water standing on your desk, and a horrifyingly familiar diary in his hands.

Both your brain and your body stopped working completely.

'Nice place you have,' Jackson said with a grin, looking around slowly, analyzing each and every poster of himself that was hanging up.

You couldn't react.

'I'm sorry for snooping around like this, I don't usually do, but when I saw this little notebook on your desk, I simply couldn't help myself,' Jackson said still grinning.

Your mind was blank.

'You're quite the poet,' he said, putting it back on your desk. His face had a dark grin you had never seen before.

You were frozen to the ground.

Slowly Jackson made his way over to you. Every step seemed to echo in the silent room.

His black eyes inched closer to you with every second and finally, your body seemed to remember it had legs.

As Jackson crept up on you, you backed away, until the back of your head hit something hard.

The wall. Trapped.

But Jackson didn't stop, getting nearer and nearer until his feet were next to yours.

He towered over you, placing his hands on either side of your head, pinning you against the wall.

There was nowhere to run.

His black eyes bore into yours. The sly smile on his face made the hairs on your neck stand up straight.

'So you love me huh?' he whispered. A shudder went through you, but you couldn't look away.

'You want me?' he repeated, his face coming even closer now. He put his mouth closer to yours. Lips almost touching.

'You wanna kiss me?' he mumbled the words into your mouth, lips brushing yours. It felt like electricity was burning through you. An involuntary whimper left your mouth.

Jackson pulled back a little, his lips moving to your neck.

'You want me to fuck you?' he whispered, his lips stroking your neck. He moved up towards the shell of your ear. You let out an unintentional gasp. Jackson chuckled low.

'And you'd even do anything so that I'd pump you full of my cum, knocking you up with my babies,' he quoted the particularly horny and desperate passage from your old diary. Your breath staggered.

If only god would strike you down now.

You could feel Jackson kiss the soft spot underneath your ear for a moment and once more a soft moan left your lips.

Both your legs and brain turned into putty.

'Well, then,' his breath came hot into your ear, 'I'm looking forwards to seeing what this naughty and dirty girl will do for me.'

You closed your eyes.

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