#got fluff

playing with yourself

legs over your shoulders

masochism

corruption kink

You’d been a bit shocked, so you’d replied with, “I -- I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” Jackson had whispered, his eyes crinkling up with his smile. “It’s not a real first date, so I didn’t expect it. I just wanted to try.”

You realized that was something you truly admired about Jackson: even if he was certain he would fail, he was still going to give it a shot.

So he’d simply placed a soft, quick kiss on your forehead before pushing himself off the couch and bidding you one more goodbye.

And that’s what you regretted. Not letting him kiss you.

Because in the dream you’d had the other night, he’d been an amazing kisser. And now you were extremely curious to find out if it was true.

You let out a soft sigh as you leaned against the cart handle, slowly pushing it up and down the aisles at the grocery store. You were getting your bi-weekly shopping trip over with, filling up your cart with snacks and fruits and veggies and pasta and meat and Diet Coke. 

But your mind was filling up with thoughts of kissing Jackson.

Just after you’d dropped a box of Frosted Flakes into your cart, you heard the muffled sound of your ringtone coming from your purse. You dug around for a few moments before you found it, quickly answering and pressing it to your ear.

You realized too late the screen had said ‘Jackson Puppy 🐶.’

“Hello?” you greeted, holding your breath as you waited to hear his voice.

“Hey! What are you up to?”

“Not much,” you told him, starting to push your cart down the aisle again. “Just doing some grocery shopping.”

“Oh, fun! I love grocery shopping.”

“You do?” you chuckled. “Do you want to do mine for me?”

“I would be more than happy to accompany you.”

You simply laughed again, shaking your head as you turned to go down the condiment aisle. “What about you? What’s going on?”

“Not too much,” Jackson replied with a sigh.

“Oh?” You tilted your head slightly, your brow furrowing. You wanted to ask ‘So why did you call me?’  but you thought better of it.

And, after a few minutes of conversation, you realized... Jackson called you just to talk. Not for any particular reason.

“Oh, how’s your ankle?” he asked suddenly as you opened one of the doors in the freezer section to get some spinach and broccoli.

“It’s actually okay,” you told him. “I ditched the crutches today, but I’m using the cart to help some. I think I’ll be good as new by Monday.”

“Good,” he replied. You could hear the smile in his voice, and it made you smile. “...Would it be too much if I still offered to drive you to work?”

“What?!” you laughed. “You absolutely don’t need to drive me to work. It’s very sweet of you, and thank you for offering, but no thank you.”

“If you change your mind, just --”

“I’ll let you know.” You smirked to yourself as you began to make your way toward the checkout registers. “Listen, I’m about to check out, so I’ve got to go --”

“Hey, before you do. What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Um... nothing? I was probably going to finish that work we started yesterday.”

“Well, don’t,” Jackson ordered. “I’ll help you with that on Monday. Tomorrow evening, come over. I’ll cook for you. Please?”

Normally, you wouldn’t be so eager to accept a second (or first? since you’d decided last night didn’t exactly count) date so quickly, but... you’d been thinking about kissing Jackson far too much.

“I would love to.”

“Really?!”

“Why do you sound so surprised?!” you laughed.

“Because I just wasn’t sure if you -- Nothing, it doesn’t matter. I’ll text you my address later, okay? You don’t need a ride?”

“No, I don’t need a ride. I think I can manage driving myself. I got to the grocery store, didn’t I?”

“This is true. Okay, I’ll send it to you, now you go check out and be safe getting back home. Call me if you need anything.”

Oh, Jackson. It would definitely take some time for you to get used to his helpful, eager nature. You’d wondered if maybe he was just like that at work, but nope.

“I will,” you said with a good-natured roll of your eyes. “See you.”

After Jackson texted you his address later that evening, you couldn’t stop yourself from asking if this was going to count as your first officially official date.

And in true Jackson-like fashion, he’d sent a winking emoji back to you.

So, about 24 hours later, here you were. Sitting in your car in Jackson’s driveway, giving yourself a mental pep talk because...

Well, you’d decided how you felt about him.

I mean, not that it was really anything you could decide. You’d just decided to finally admit to yourself that... you liked him.

Of course, you liked him. It had taken a little while to get here, but... in the end, how could you resist?

Now it was just a matter of telling him. And that’s where the mental pep talk came in.

You wanted to time it just right, use the perfect words, the perfect tone, not too much emotion but not too little.

After you finally forced yourself to open your car door, you continued mumbling to yourself as you headed down the walkway toward the front door. You really only stopped mumbling to yourself when Jackson opened the door after you’d rung the doorbell.

“Welcome!” the man himself greeted.

Almost immediately, you sputtered out a laugh because -- believe it or not, the man was wearing an apron.

“I hope you’re laughing because you’re remembering something funny I said yesterday or the day before,” Jackson said, sounding offended but playful at the same time. He stepped aside to let you in, and you found you had to hold yourself back from leaning in and kissing him.

“No,” you answered, handing him your purse and jacket when he reached out for them. “I’m laughing because you’re wearing an apron.”

“Hey --”

“And you look incredibly cute and somehow handsome at the same time.”

Jackson immediately stopped looking affronted, his features now morphing to look incredibly pleased. “That’s more like it.”

Just as he had the other evening, you commented on how nice his place was - though he immediately contested that yours was much nicer. He just hadn’t wanted to invite himself over and make a mess in your kitchen, so he was making due with his place tonight.

“I made some Mushu pork and dumplings, I hope that’s all right. My mom’s recipes, so if it’s all horrible, it’s totally my fault,” he explained, leading you into the kitchen and taking his place at the stove.

“So... I won’t be able to eat takeout Chinese food again, will I?” you asked with a sigh as you leaned against the counter next to him, eyeing the delicious looking (and smelling) food in the pan.

“Hopefully not, but I definitely won’t judge you if you do. I can’t resist some lo mein or sweet and sour chicken every now and then.”

You helped him finish everything up, insisting on doing what you could since he was really almost finished, anyway.

As the two of you sat down and feasted, you began to look for the right time to tell Jackson how you felt about him. Your heart started to race a little bit, knowing you would be telling him soon and then... things would change. In a good way, but still. Change was just scary.

But... Jackson kind of didn’t stop talking the entire meal.

He didn’t allow for any downtime, so you somehow found yourself helping him clean things up without having said anything about your feelings for him.

Great.

And then, as the two of you were standing side-by-side at Jackson’s sink, he just straight up asked you, “So, do you know how you feel about me yet? Do you like me? Because this is definitely our first date if you do.”

A soft, disbelieving chuckle escaped your lips, and you set down the dish you were cleaning so you could turn to him and cross your arms over your chest.

“Jackson Wang,” you said with a shake of your head.

“What?” he asked innocently, glancing up at you. “What? What did I do?”

“You ruined everything!”

“I ruined -- what do you mean?!”

“I had this whole speech planned in my head, and I’ve been waiting and waiting for the right time to tell you... and then you go and ask this and ruin my plan.”

Jackson set his own dish down, letting out an embarrassed but also astonished laugh. “I’m sorry! I didn’t -- you really had a plan? A whole speech?”

“Yes,” you smirked. “I guess I should’ve known... things have never really gone to plan when you’re involved.”

“So... you do like me?”

“Didn’t I just ask you that the other night?”

“Yes, and what was my answer?” Jackson asked with a sly grin.

“Of course!”

“Of course!” he repeated, reaching out and grabbing your waist, pulling you toward him.

“Okay, that’s what you said,” you laughed, though you still slid your arms around his neck. “But... yes. I do like you.”

“Thank goodness because I have my own plan, and you would’ve ruined everything if you didn’t.”

“Your own plan?” you asked curiously. Inside, you were itching more than ever to kiss him because you were standing so close to him now.

He hummed positively, and you noticed he was kind of staring at your lips. So he was probably on the same wavelength as you at the moment.

“Hey, do you remember when you asked to kiss me the other night?”

“Yep. Sure do.”

“And I said ‘I don’t know.’”

“You did say that.”

“I’ve... kind of been regretting it ever since.”

“Oh, you have?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “That dream I had with you... you were an amazing kisser, and I...”

“Want to find out how true that is?”

Your cheeks immediately flushed, and an embarrassed smirk tugged at your lips.

“Come with me, then,” Jackson said softly, stepping away from you and taking your hand.

“...Where are we going?” you asked with a bit of suspicion.

“Just trust me. And follow me. Please.”

You simply let out a sigh, but... you still followed him. Because you were pretty sure wherever he was taking you would involve a kiss.

It didn’t take long to figure out he was leading you outside to his backyard. The sun had already set, and while you saw some outdoor lamps, Jackson didn’t turn them on.

“What are we doing out here?” you asked softly into the darkness once he’d closed the back door behind you.

“Can you do me one favor? Well, actually two favors.”

“It really depends on what they are, but I’ll try my best,” you answered.

“First, I want you to stand... right...” He put his hands on your shoulders and maneuvered you right next to the door, your back about a foot or so away from the outside wall of his house. “Here.”

“This I can do. What about the second one?”

“When I kiss you, I want you to pop your foot.”

“Wait, what?” you asked with a laugh. “What are you -- what do you mean?”

“When I kiss you, lift your foot up. Like how Mia does in the movie.”

Your brow furrowed, but you still found yourself saying, “O...kay.”

Before you could get nervous about Jackson finally kissing you, before you could overthink about where you should put your hands, how deeply you should kiss him -- his lips were on yours.

A soft yelp of surprise bubbled in your throat, but it only took you a moment or two to gather your thoughts and kiss him back.

His lips cradled yours as his hands cradled your waist, his fingertips gently pressing into you. His scent and his taste were already overwhelming you, and you’d completely forgotten about the second favor he’d requested until he murmured “foot, foot,” into your kiss.

“Mm!”

You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck before you, for some reason, popped your foot into the air behind you.

And just as you did, Jackson lifted one hand and reached up. You heard something like a switch being flipped, and all of a sudden...

Jackson’s backyard was filled with lights. Fairy lights. They were strung around the trees, draped over the bushes, hanging from the fence.

You had no choice but to pull away from the kiss because a very surprised, very shocked gasp escaped from your lips.

“What --” you stammered, though you were surprised you could get any words out because the beautiful lights had taken your breath away. “Oh, my god, Jackson. This is --”

“Just like the end of The Princess Diaries,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. “All that’s missing is the fountain, but I couldn’t find one on such short notice.”

“It’s beautiful,” you beamed, your heart beating a mile a minute. “And perfect.”

“Just like you. Feel free to hit me because that was incredibly cheesy.”

You giggled softly, though instead of hitting him... you just kissed him again.

If you could somehow look into the future, if you magically developed psychic powers and had the ability to see the events of the coming years, you would see so many things.

You would see Jackson blurting out ‘I love you’ after four months of dating because he just can’t stand it any longer. He loves you too much to wait another day.

You would see your own hesitation to say it back because... well, that’s just how you are. But Jackson understands because... well, that’s just how Jackson is. But you would also see you sending him a pizza with ‘I LOVE YOU’ written in M&M’s on top.

You would see Jackson taking you home to meet his family for the first time on his birthday. You would see him realizing you’re The One when you crouch down to say ‘It’s so nice to see you again’ to Aimee.

You would see countless runs in the park together. You would hear endless teasing of how you tripped on a rock, and eventually, endless smug teasing because you finally admit you tripped because you were thinking about him.

You would see countless nights together on the couch. Hours and hours of movies. Pizza, burgers, Thai, Mexican, and - yes - Chinese takeout.

You would see Jackson moving in with you after just over a year of dating. And he insists on moving in with you because your place is so much nicer.

You would see a proposal to match your first kiss, fairy lights strung all over your backyard - but there is a fountain this time.

You would see the wedding of your dreams. The groom of your dreams. And the smuggest Man of Honor in Jinyoung because he told you so. From the very beginning!

You would see two kids. Years of happy, loving, hard, but wonderful marriage.

You would see all that if you could look into the future, but... you couldn’t.

You could only see right now. Right here in Jackson’s backyard, his handsome face lit up as you tilted your head to kiss him again.

You could only see Jackson. Your co-worker, your friend, your crush, your... boyfriend?

You could only see this friendship. This flirtation. This relationship... whatever you want to call it.

You slammed his apartment door behind you, trying to swallow down the angry lump of emotion in your throat. You and Jinyoung had just had another argument about your current boyfriend, and frankly, you were getting sick of it.

For some reason, Jinyoung didn’t like him. Honestly, the more accurate term would be ‘hated.’ Jinyoung hated him. And every time you asked for a specific reason why he hated him, he gave you about ten reasons why he wasn’t good for you.

But that wasn’t the same.

Tonight, Jinyoung had been going on and on about how he was a “bad influence” on you. You couldn’t see how, but apparently, you’d changed some of your habits while dating this guy. You stayed out later, you got drunker than you used to (and more often), and you’d even failed a couple of tests because you’d been out with him too many nights to study properly.

But you were in college! You were supposed to be having fun! And it’s not like you were failing any of your classes, so what was the big deal?!

You tried to get Jinyoung off your mind as you hopped on a bus over toward your boyfriend’s fraternity house; there was a party tonight, and you’d promised him you’d be there even though you really should be packing up to go back home for Christmas. But, really, after that stupid fight with your best friend, a party would be the perfect distraction.

As you opened the door to the large, almost Manor-like house about twenty minutes later, you tamped down the urge to check your phone and see if Jinyoung had texted you.

“Y/N!” you heard a familiar voice call out. Your eyes traveled around the foyer to find your boyfriend, a red plastic cup already in hand. He wrapped one arm around your neck once he approached you and placed a sloppy kiss on your temple. “Hey, babe.”

“Hey,” you murmured, somewhat lazily returning his hug.

“You look like you need a drink.”

You simply nodded, following him into the kitchen and receiving a cup to match his from one of his frat brothers.

For the next hour or so, that urge to check your phone for a message from Jinyoung didn’t subside, but you did a pretty good job of hiding it. You stuck by your boyfriend’s side, sipping at your drinks so you wouldn’t get completely wasted and trying to avoid getting cornered by some of the sleazier members of his fraternity.

After you finished your third beer, you figured the party would be winding down soon, and you’d just pulled out your phone to order a cheap car service (and guess what? Jinyoung still hadn’t texted you. Figures.)... but then your boyfriend grabbed your elbow.

“Hey, come on, I’ve got a surprise,” he smirked, though he looked pretty excited about it.

“Okay...”

You followed him upstairs, at first thinking the surprise would be just between the two of you... But then he led you into a room with a few other guys, their heads bent together as they murmured softly.

“Hey, who’s got it?” your boyfriend asked them.

“Got it? Got what?”

“Here,” one of them replied, lifting his hand and holding up... a small plastic baggy with some round, white pills inside.

You froze, feeling your boyfriend’s hand slip from your elbow. “Um... what is that?” you asked cautiously.

“Don’t worry, it’s the good stuff,” the guy holding the baggie replied.

“Come on,” you boyfriend urged, waving his hand as if he were trying to summon you over there.

“Uh... no thanks.”

“What? Why not?”

“Well, number one, I’ve been drinking. I don’t think drugs and alcohol mix very well. Number two, I don’t want to.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t be such a party pooper. Get over here,” your boyfriend ordered with a slight roll of his eyes.

“I said ‘no,’ and I meant it. I’m going home.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were dating a prude,” you heard one of the guys murmur.

Your head jerked back in surprise, and you took a defensive step forward. “Excuse me?” you asked.

Nobody said anything, which was okay except... you wished your boyfriend had said something.

So you glared at him, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. “Are you really going to let him say that about me? Just because I won’t do drugs with you guys?!”

You waited for him to step closer to you and take your side, letting his friend know it wasn’t cool to call you names.

But... 

“I mean, he’s kinda right,” he finally said. “You do need to loosen up a little.”

Loosen up?!

“I have loosened up! I go to parties with you instead of studying all the time. I’ve been drunk more in the past two months than I ever have been in my entire life before meeting you! I’ve failed two tests! That’s not who I am! And doing drugs is not who I am either! If you have a problem with that, then I’m leaving.”

“Okay... so leave.”

“And I’m not coming back.”

“Okay.”

“Ever.”

“Okay.”

...Wow.

You turned on your heel and stormed down the stairs, hot tears blurring your eyes. You grabbed your coat from the foyer closet before flinging the front door open and almost tripping down the porch steps.

When you got your phone out to order a car, you found your fingers weren’t attached to your brain at the moment because you called Jinyoung instead.

“Hello?” he asked, sounding almost disinterested.

“Can you come get me?” Your voice was extremely pathetic and so choked up, it was obvious you were on the verge of tears.

“Of course,” he answered immediately, his tone of voice now one of concern. “Where are you?”

“The frat house,” you sniffed. “Please hurry.”

“I’ll be right there. Don’t move, okay?”

You hummed in response, sliding your phone into your pocket after he hung up. You really didn’t want to wait out in the cold for that long, but you really had no choice. Because you were not going back into that house.

By the time Jinyoung pulled up in his car, your nose felt like it was about to fall off. You hurried into the passenger seat, fumbling to get your seatbelt buckled. Even with gloves on, your fingers were numb.

Jinyoung leaned over and helped you, and you leaned your head back against the headrest, letting out a melancholy puff of breath.

Thankfully, he didn’t ask any questions the whole ride back to your apartment. In fact, the first thing he said to you was “Do you want me to come in?”

You nodded immediately, of course, so he put the car in park and turned off the engine before following you inside.

“So, what happened?” he finally asked as you were hanging your coat up.

“It’s over,” you told him. “So, congratulations. You were right.”

Jinyoung let out a sigh, walking to you and engulfing you in a hug. “I didn’t want to be right, y’know.”

“Well, you were. Some guy had drugs, and he wanted me to take some with him. I said ‘no,’ and he agreed with a guy who called me a ‘prude’ and he just said ‘okay’ when I told him I was going to leave and not come back.”

Tears were streaming down your cheeks now, so you buried your face in Jinyoung’s neck, his familiar scent helping to soothe you a bit.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, rubbing your back and squeezing you comfortingly. 

“Why didn’t you ever tell me he was an asshole?”

“...I thought you knew.”

“You thought I knew he was an asshole and still dated him?!”

“...Yes.”

“Jinyoung!”

“I never wanted to come out say it because it’s your life! I tried as best as I could to point out why he wasn’t good for you, but I didn’t want to go to such extreme lengths just so you would dump him.”

“Why not?!”

“Because! I’m just your friend, I don’t want to control your life.”

“Well, you still should’ve told me.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured again. “I’ll... be more honest next time.”

You hugged him for a while longer, until you’d cried out all your tears and were infinitely less tipsy than you had been at the party.

“Hey,” Jinyoung said softly, putting his hands on your shoulders and gently pushing you away. “Do you... do you want me to give you your Christmas present? Would that cheer you up?”

You let out a watery chuckle, reaching up to wipe your nose on your sleeve. But you still nodded.

"It’s in the car, I’ll be right back.”

He darted out the door, returning just a few minutes later with a somewhat large box covered in gold, metallic wrapping paper.

“Here,” he mumbled, his lips pulled into a slightly shy grin. “Merry Christmas.”

“Thank you,” you croaked, your voice still pretty full of emotion. You sat down on your couch, the present on your lap, and began to unwrap it.

As the paper tore away from the box, you were fairly sure you recognized what it was... And when you ripped off the last piece of tape, your suspicions were confirmed. A huge, bright grin appeared on your face and you shifted your gaze over to Jinyoung.

“An Easy Bake Oven?!” you cried with glee.

He simply nodded, his cheeks growing just a bit pink.

“What?!” you laughed. “Oh my god, this is awesome!”

“You said once before you always wanted one but never got one... So, I figured...”

You set the box down on the floor before leaning over and sliding your arms around him. 

“Thank you so much,” you gushed, burying your face in his neck for the second time that night. 

And, really... the more you thought about it, the more you realized just how thoughtful this gift was. It showed he truly listened to you, and... I mean, he’d gotten you something you’d always wanted.

There weren’t many people you could say that about.

As you pulled away from the hug, you found yourself almost instinctively leaning back in toward him... but this time, instead of giving him another hug, you pressed your lips to his.

His surprised hum forced you to pull away yet again, and your cheeks turned a nice shade of hot fuschia.

“I... am so sorry,” you muttered. “I... I don’t know what came over me.”

“No, don’t be sorry,” Jinyoung replied. A very soft, almost undetectable smile tugged at his lips as he reached a hand up to tuck some hair behind your ear.

You weren’t really sure how to take that... Should you not be sorry because Jinyoung knew how vulnerable you were right now, and he didn’t want to make you feel any worse? Or should you not be sorry because he actually wanted you to kiss him?

Honestly, you had no idea.

But you figured that could be a talk you had sooner or later.

(Probably later).

“Can you stay over tonight?” you asked, suddenly not caring about which way he meant it. If he was only trying to protect your feelings or if he had feelings... it didn’t matter.

Because he was Jinyoung. He was your best friend. You wanted him in your life no matter what, and you were fairly certain he was the only friend you had who would help plot your revenge on your now ex-boyfriend.

“Of course,” he answered, leaning in and placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

A very faint, very strange voice in the back of your head uttered that you would want him to stay... forever. But this voice was so unknown to you, you weren’t really sure if you should listen.

All you knew was Jinyoung was doing a wonderful job making you forget about what had just happened at the frat house, and...

Your forehead was tingling where he’d just kissed it.