#pjack

As he returns you to your feet, you lean into Jungkook's side to steady yourself, head spinning. As the cheers and applause dies down, so does your embarrassment, and you feel an odd sense of freedom you hadn't expected. You are actually having fun for the first time in months, and it feels good to be surrounded by people enjoying themselves, in addition to the alcohol in your system. This is a marked improvement to locking yourself indoors and watching sad movies in bed. Nights lying awake and having to drag yourself out to work, regardless of how tired and miserable you feel.

Things had not been great since you ended it with Jackson.

Your relationship had become strained and constantly felt like hard work, with his hectic schedules, always flying from country to country for a tour or an event. Not to mention your job is very demanding and the hours can be long and irregular at times. 

You couldn't stand not seeing him for months on end at times, alone most nights and miserable while you wait for him. And in attempting to save you both further heartache you'd made an impossible decision for the both of you…one you didn't want to make. Now, you were regretting it terribly, wishing you could take that moment back and erase it from your history.

Jackson's always been the one you’ve wanted to spend your life with and that has not changed, not in the slightest. You want to message him, to call him and confess what a terrible mistake you’ve made but you’re scared.

What if he's moved on already?

What if he has no interest in a reconciliation?

What if he's doing better without you? 

The thoughts terrify you and therefore keep you locked in radio silence. 

“Namjoon!” Jungkook calls over the music and releases you from his side as he struggles through the dancing bodies to greet his friend. 

You can just about see the top of Joon's head over the crowd and your excitement grows knowing all the guys will be here soon. You watch as Jungkook talks to someone next to his bandmate and you wonder who has accompanied him tonight, secretly hoping for Hoseok as he has always been your favourite and is quite often the life of the party.

Jungkooks wide eyes meet your searching gaze and you wave him over impatiently, eager for your dancing companion to return, but instead he looks at Namjoon again, his face serious and mouth drawn in a hard, straight line as they seem to have a silent exchange between them.

You start heading their way to find out what's wrong but Seokjin appears in your path holding up a glass of a bright red concoction.

“You look like you could use a drink, he says, handing it to you before you can argue. “break ups are horrible, just horrible. I can appreciate what you must be going through.”

Placing a heavy hand on your shoulder, he gives you an encouraging squeeze. 

“Thanks Jin, but I don't really want to talk about it tonight.” You reply, taking a big swig of the drink and relishing the sweetness as it goes down too easily. 

He puts his hands up in surrender, “Say no more, I just wanted you to know that I am always here for you, whenever you may need a shoulder or an ear.” 

His attention is snatched away by something behind you as his brow furrows, “Not on the brand new leather sofa, come on!” he shouts, as you watch him deal with a spillage, his comical scolding making you giggle as you turn your attention back to-

“Oh Kookie, here you are.” you say, almost walking directly into his chest. “Come on, I've missed you.” 

Grabbing his hand you pull him back to the centre of the crowd and waste no time throwing an arm around his shoulders and swaying to the music, the alcohol in your system allowing you to relax and be more carefree than usual.

“I need to tell you something.” he whispers into your ear and when you pull back, you take note of his solemn expression.

“What's wrong?” 

He sighs, “Namjoon brought a friend with him.”

“I figured, please say it's Hoseok, I've missed him.” you respond nonchalantly, before downing the rest of your drink.

“It's Jackson.”

Your heart stops as you look up at him, searching his doe eyes for truth but knowing he would not lie to you, not about this. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't know he was coming,” he starts worrying, still holding you firmly around your waist, your bodies barely swaying to the music now, “and Namjoon didn't know you would be here.” 

Your gaze moves across the room. As if sensing Jackson's eyes on you, you find him instantly,  glaring back at you. Your stomach drops, that drink Jin gave you suddenly wanting to make a reappearance and for a brief moment you wonder why he seems so upset. Until you take in how close you and Jungkook are, your bodies flush against each other as you move slowly to the music. There has never been anything between the two of you, he is one of your closest friends and a main source of comfort during this break up.

Feeling hot and uncomfortable under Jackson's scrutiny, you excuse yourself and make your way to the toilet. 

Your feet move fast, desperate to escape this party, suddenly feeling overwhelmed at the arrival of the latest guest, and desperate to get inside that bathroom and shut everything out. A hand clasps around your wrist, stilling you completely and snapping you out of your spiralling thoughts.

“Is this why you broke up with me?” His voice sounds low and controlled in your ear but you can hear the anger lurking beneath the surface, the fury making his voice waver ever-so-slightly. “To run straight to him?”

You meet his eyes then, rage simmering low inside you, ready to boil and erupt but the last thing you want is to have an argument with your ex at your friend's house warming party. Nothing would mortify you more.

“Don't be ridiculous, Jackson.”

He raises his eyebrows at you, clearly taken back by your words, “What's ridiculous about that? You two looked very cosy in there. I bet he's been waiting for an opportunity to make you his.”

Your mouth pops open at the jealousy now seething in his words. You've never seen this side of him before.

“Tell me, how long did it take for you to let him fuck you?” he asks, taking a step towards you, feeling the familiar heat of his body against yours had a warmth blossoming in your core.

“I have not fucked him, I have not fucked anyone since you,” you hiss, annoyed at your body's habitual reaction to him, one you wish you could break.

His eyes narrow, unwavering from yours, “oh but I bet you want to though, I bet you're dying to let him inside you, now you're free of me holding you back.” 

The idea of thinking about Jungkook in that way had your skin crawling, no matter how good-looking you can appreciate he is; he's a close friend, nothing more. You yank your arm out of his grasp, feeling the anger rise up into your throat like bile, “I don't want Jungkook, I never have.”

He grabs you again as you turn away from him, pulling you back to him, “good, he wouldn't be able to fuck you like I can, you know that right?”

Your sex clenches around nothing at his filthy words, seeing this dominant side of him challenging you. Your heart beat picks up as does your breathing, an excitement blossoming deep inside you at the promise in his words. You can't even deny it, the bedroom is the only place the two of you never had any issues, and your irritation grows at his arrogance.

“Maybe he couldn't, and maybe he could, either way, it's none of your business anymore. I'm not yours.” you shrug nonchalantly, once again pulling your arm from his in spite of your fluttering core, as you watch his eyes blacken further.

“You are mine.” he whispers darkly, “You will always be mine.”

Arousal pools in your underwear, your desperation to be his again obvious, as you long to be claimed again.

“Then show me.” you challenge, the alcohol giving you more confidence than usual.

He hesitates, searching your eyes for something.

“Or should I go back downstairs and see if someone else wants to claim me?” 

His fists clench at his sides, biceps bulging in his taut black t-shirt before he takes your hand and pulls you along into the bathroom, closing the door quickly behind you. 

As soon as the outside world is shut out, he's on you, caging you in and pressing you against the door. His lips capture yours with a need so intense it almost brings tears to your eyes and you meet it fervently with arms that wind eagerly around his neck.

His hands roughly explore your breasts before pushing up your top and exposing them to him. He grabs one and bends down, sucking a nipple harshly into his mouth and making you gasp, while you fumble with his belt and trousers. The urgency inside you is unlike anything you've felt before, you can not get enough air in your lungs to ease the tightness of desperation in your chest.

Pushing his trousers down and slipping your hand inside his boxers searching for what you need most at this moment. When you find him, solid and weeping pre-cum, you free him from the confines of his underwear. He moans the moment you grasp him and thrusts into your hand before taking both your wrists and shoving them above your head, pinning you against the wood behind you.

One of his hands slides up your thigh and under your skirt, his fingers push your panties aside and find your soaking entrance.

“Look how wet you are, is that just for me or is that because of him?” he asks against your lips.

“Just for you, always just for you.” you whine.

He smiles against your mouth as he plunges his fingers inside you, expertly massaging that perfect spot. He knows your body and everything it wants and he's eager to get you there. 

“Jackson…” you gasp, as his teeth graze your ear.

“Yes, baby, tell me what you want.” His dominant tone practically had your toes curling already.

“You.” Your body writhes, wanting more than his fingers, “I need you.”

Sliding his fingers out of you, he brings them to his lips, and you watch with bated breath as he sucks your arousal from them. His tongue swirls around his digits as he moans like he's eating the most delicious meal. You try to squeeze your legs together for some semblance of relief but find his knee blocking you.

“God, I've missed the taste of you, baby.” he says, releasing your hands and lifting you effortlessly onto the sink cabinet. The cold of the porcelain makes you gasp and before you can adjust, he drops down to a squat in front of you, pulls off your underwear and lifts your skirt over his head.

His fingers spread you open as his mouth envelopes your throbbing clit. As he sucks, your body twitches with electric jolts of pleasure, and when you feel his hot wet tongue lick a stripe up and flick your sensitive bud, you can't help but cry out.

His fingers return inside you, beckoning you to the edge with every movement, as his tongue circles your clit perfectly, the combination absolutely toe-curling. The sound of his moans as he devours you only adds fuel to your arousal and when his breath fans out over you it tips you over the edge. Your orgasm approaches fast, and you unravel wildly around his digits. He grabs your hips to steady you as your body writhes against him, and once the spasms have subsided he rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Grabbing you by the back of the neck, he pulls you forward and slams his mouth against yours, his tongue eagerly sweeping across yours in a hungry dance. You can feel his desperation for you, to show you how much he misses you, in the firm grip he holds you with, the speed his lips caress your skin and the needy moans that vibrate through you.

Grabbing your hips, he slides you roughly to the edge of the counter and lines his weeping cock up against your entryway. Looking up at you, a silent question of permission in his eyes to which you avidly nod.

Smirking, he thrusts hard, making you cry out as you stretch around him.

“That's it, let everyone know who you belong to.” He grunts, as he grinds up into you, a slow but hard rhythm, perfectly tormenting and taking your breath away.

Your back arches, aiding him in hitting that perfect spot inside you. The long, low groan you let out sounds almost demonic but that doesn't compare to the sinful noise of his long, thick cock sliding in and out of your sopping cunt.

His thumb skates teasingly across your clit, making you clench around him, “You like that, baby?” he asks.

You nod eagerly.

“You want me to make you cum again?” he bites your lower lip hard, making you whimper.

“Yes.” You gasp, as his thumb rubs light circles on your sensitive bud, that band low in your stomach being pulled so tight it leaves you breathless.

“Then tell me who this pussy belongs to.” He studies your face as he keeps pounding into you with the same incessant rhythm.

“You,” gasping in response as your toes begin to curl, “it belongs to you, Jackson, fuck!” you hiss, as that taut band feels ready to snap. 

“That's right, baby.” he says, as he grabs your jaw and turns it towards him, the action bringing you closer to the edge of the precipice. “Don't even think about closing your eyes, I don't want you to be thinking about anything but me.” 

With your eyes locked on his, a whimper escapes as you come down, hard, and wave after wave of pleasure makes you spasm around him. He grinds sloppily into you as he helps you ride out your high but as he does, he also reaches his end, and you feel rope upon rope of his orgasm paint your insides.

As you both return from your cloud of ecstasy, the fog of arousal clearing, he separates from you as he pulls up his trousers and helps you off of the counter. Handing you your underwear, he smiles shyly at you, as you step into them and smooth your skirt down.

His eyes haven't left your face and now your need has been sated, you're unsure where you go from here. But you didn't want to go back to your dark pit of despair. 

“I miss you.” he says, as if he can hear your thoughts. 

Your heart soars, pounding violently in your chest yet again, “I miss you, too.”

He steps towards you, closing the distance between you and cupping your face in his hands. “Then come home to me, baby,” his features soften completely as he pleads with you, “it's not the same without you.”

You hesitate, even though every fibre of your being wants nothing more than to go back to where you belong. “We'd still have the same problems, Jackson.”

“We won't. We'll work it out, I promise.” 

The desperation in his eyes and the sincerity of his words has your resolve faltering.

“Baby, please, you're the last face I want to see at night and the first one I want to greet me in the morning. I will do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

How could you resist? He’s the man you want and he makes you happy, everything else you can figure out.

“We'll both have to work hard to make this work.” you warn.

“I promise you, I will not stop trying.” He leans down and kisses your forehead. “I do not want to lose you again.”

Reaching up on tip-toes you press your lips against his and he returns your kiss, a completely different change of pace, all soft and gentle and full of love.