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Roll The Dice | Jackson Wang

Pairing: Reader x Jackson

Words: 2597

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Dirty Talk/ A LOT of Teasing/ Dominating/

Summary: BoyToy gets Jackson a rather, well, interesting gift and you and him take it on a test run. Things get hot and heavy. Fast.

I’ve finally finished my four years of university and I’m ready to take on the world as a screenwriter. All throughout these years I’ve had tons of people help me get my foot in the door. But no one could compare to my best friend Jackson. He connected me with the best the industry had to offer so I was all set and ready to go right after graduation. My english and literature grades were top notch so I was able to score a paid internship at Walt Disney studios in California. As a graduation gift (mostly for his sake), Jackson flew me out to one of the best clubs in Korea to celebrate the release of his first solo album. No matter how much time goes by, I will always be amazed at his success, whether it be in Got7 or on his own. All of the fame and fortune that came with it was something I’d never get use to. Jackson has always been extremely protective of me but over the past six years he’s done the absolute most. He knows absolutely everything about me. So much so that whenever he had his jet come and pick me up, the plane is filled to the brim with all my favorite things. From Tim Tams to fuzzy socks, he makes sure that I have everything I need for the 10+ hour flight. Same thing as we’d touch down. He’d have his driver of the night waiting outside with Chipotle or baked salmon. I wish I was kidding.

We touch down in Korea, the cold air hitting my delicate skin as I step off the jet and into the black SUV. I crawl inside and smile to the driver Lawrence, quite frankly my favorite shoufer. “Hey Y/N! You hungry? I gotcha something up here whenever you want it.” I sigh and reach up for my burrito bowl. “You really know the way to a woman's heart Larry.” I undo the tin lid and dig in. “So what’s the destination this time?” Lawrence adjusts his shades and looks in the rear view mirror. “We’re heading to Club Face in Seoul. All of your stuff is being dropped off at the condo.” I nod in between mouthfuls of chorizo and grilled veggies. We swerve out onto the busy highway towards the most popular nightclub in Seoul.

About an hour and a half later we get to the club. Before I can step out of the car, Larry gives me a long black plastic bag with a hanger at the top. “Jack wants you to wear this.” I stare wide eyed at the trash bag. “Well that’s new.” I grip it and peek inside. My eyes widen. A hunter green sugar free dress from Fashion Nova stares back at me. A thigh high slit displayed in the front of the dress with nude heels to tie it all together. I scoff. “Was he high when he picked this out?” Larry laughs. “I told him you wouldn’t give it a chance but he got it anyway. He swears you’ll look sexy in it.” I roll my eyes. “I mean, shit. I aint got nothin’ else to wear.” Larry steps out of the car so that I can change. “Jackson I swear to god…” The dress slips on with ease along with the heels, not like I would expect anything less. I step out into the chill early evening air and I’m instantly greeted with a whistle. “Nevermind!,” Larry exclaims. “Ya look good man!” I smile nervously as he drapes a fluffy sweater around my shoulders. We walk through the back entrance into the bustling night club, the smell of soju strong in the air along with the occasional drag of a cigarette. We head straight to the backstage entrance and turn towards the dressing room. The door is open just a crack but I can see Jackson inside checking himself in the mirror. He is head to toe in his Fendi tracksuit with a plain black baseball cap. I see him look down at his watch and shake his head. I sigh. He’s waiting for me to tell him I’m here. I slip into the room while he’s looking down at his phone and pounce on his back. He yelps before he realizes it’s me. “Hey Wang Gae!,” I exclaim. He chuckles. “I know that voice anywhere.” I hop off of his back as he turns to face me. He wraps his arms around my waist, lifting and twirling me around with ease. I wrap my arms around his neck in a loving embrace. “You better be lucky Jinyoung wasn’t here to hear you say that.” I laugh as he sets me down. “Missed you kiddo,” I say but I soon notice his gaze. He scans me up and down like a lion on the prowl when he sees the outfit he picked out for the evening. “Goddamn!” he exclaims. He grabs my hand, encouraging me to give him a twirl. I do it in the absolute goofiest fashion earning a laugh from him. “I did a damn good job,” he says under his breath. I shrugged. “You did alright.” He smirks and hums to himself while stroking his chin. “What’s with the dress code anyway? You never buy me outfits.” He shrugs. “I saw it and thought it would look good for tonight,” He scans my frame again licking his lips slightly. “and I was so right.” I roll my eyes. “I’m obsessed with the color. It looks good on me.” “Yeah I know.” He grabs my hand as we make our way out of the dressing room. He stops and turns to me. “How do I look?” I look him up and down. “Like a million bucks.” I smile and he smirks. “Damn, you look good…” He mumbles as he turns to walk down the corridor still holding my hand. I don’t know what’s gotten into him tonight but this new found confidence is nice.

“Aye yo everyone shut up! DJ cut the music!” The DJ obliges as the room fills with hushed murmurs. Jackson is given the mic by BoyToy and winks at me from side stage. He looks back out to address the crowd. “How we feelin’?” He yells and the crowd erupts in applause. “Yo for real,” he puts his hand to his chest. “thank you all for coming out tonight to celebrate this momentous occasion,” the a-list guests exchange hoots and hollers to the man of the hour and applause erupts once more. “Most importantly, thank you to my best friend Y/N for coming out to Seoul so last minute,” whistles rang out as I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Actually, she just graduated from university. She’s been studying to be a screenwriter,” I see him walk towards me with an extended hand. His eyes are glued to mine. “Come here princess,” he says smoothly into the microphone. I scoff and grab his hand as he escorts me to the center of the stage. The whistle erupt once more along with applause. What’s gotten into him tonight? “This is Y/N,” he looks down at me. “Don’t forget that name. She’s gonna be an Oscar winning screenwriter someday.” I tilt my head and cover my face in embarrassment. He smiles and addresses the crowd. “Thanks again everyone! Drinks on me until closing! Have a great night!” The crowd explodes as we get off stage and make a b-line straight to the SUV parked out back. We file into the car and speed off down the highway.

We get to the condo in an hour and I immediately kick off my shoes. I walk over to the extended window overlooking the city and sigh. The hustling and bustling of Seoul never ceases to amaze me. No matter how late in the night or how early in the morning, the city and hills are alive covered in neon lights and skyscrapers from as far as the eye could see. Seoul was my second home. I fall backwards onto the couch as Jackson comes into the living room. He’s tracksuit was replaced with a black tank top and gray sweatpants. “What a night!” He exclaims, his head upturned towards the ceiling. I chuckle and turn to face him. “I’m so proud of you.” He looks to me and smiles warmly. “Thanks princess,” he caresses my face causing my heart to flutter. “I’m really happy you came for me.” I shrug shyly. “What can I say? I can’t turn down a private jet and an endless supply of Tim Tams.” He chuckles. “Oh!,” he suddenly exclaims as he jumps up from the couch and runs to his bedroom. I scrunch my eyebrows at his sudden outburst. He strolls back in with a blue velvet pouch. I sit up. “What’s that?” He smiles and plops next to me. “BoyToy found these on Amazon the other day,” he undos the tie on the pouch and pours out the contents. A pair of dice fall into the palm of his hand. “These are a special kind of dice,” he turns one of them between his thumb and index finger. “Instead of numbers, one has body parts and the other has commands. So if you put two and two together,” he places them on the coffee table. “if you roll them, whatever it lands on you gotta do that action on that part of the body.” I could feel the blush forming on my cheeks. “I didn’t know these were real,” I turn one of them between my fingers intrigued. I turn towards him. “Let’s play.” Jackson scoffs. “You aren’t down.” I raise an eyebrow and yank the dice from the coffee table. “Three rounds. Right now. No chicken shit no matter what it lands on.” He smirks and shakes his head. “Your words not mine.” I smile and toss the dice. I lean forward to look at the dice. Kiss chest. I start to laugh. “You see them. Take it off Wang Gae.” He rolls his eyes and yanks the shirt over his head. “Kiss it like you miss it Y/N.” I scoff and give his chest a quick peck. He scrunches his face. “Oh that was lame!” My mouth drops at his insult. “Okay fine let’s see you do better!” He raises an eyebrow and tosses the dice. “Ohhhhh,” he stares down at the dice and then back up at me. “Kiss lips.” I groan and throw my head back. “You said no chicken shit soooo,” he projects loud and obnoxiously. “Yes I did,” I sit up straight as he closes in on my face. He gives me a quick and rather painful peck. We both erupt into a fit of laughter. “You suck so bad!,” I yell. Jackson calms down from his laughing fit and keeps the dice in his hand. “I’ll do the last toss Y/N.” I nod and give him the go. After a few seconds he stops and tosses them. My heart dropped to my stomach and I can only imagine Jack felt the same way. Suck Inner Thigh. I clear my throat and look at him. He was already looking at me. He smirks again. “No chicken shit?” I roll my eyes and nod. “No chicken shit.” He leans forward placing a clammy hand on my bare thigh. “Lay back,” he says under his breath. I obey seeing as though he could get to my thigh easier that way. He places himself right between my legs with either hand on each thigh. I cover my face in order to keep my laughs at bay. My chuckling stops when I feel his hands caress my thighs gently but also with a hint of need.

“Your legs are so soft Y/N,” without warning he places a kiss on my thigh. I remove my hands from my face to look at him. “T-thanks.” He looks up at me and I shiver from his intimidating gaze. Jackson has never looked hotter than he does right at this moment. He smirks as he knows he’s starting to frustrate me. His right hand travels upward and stops at my lower stomach. “Y/N,” he says under his breath. I bit my lip at the sound of my name falling off of his lips like that. “Y-Yes?,” I ask nervously. His hand grips my thigh hard and I yelp at the sudden pain. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this,” his lips attach to my inner thigh and he begins to suck before I could even get a word out. I gasp from the pulsating pressure his lips were giving me. “Wh-What do yo..,” I yelp as his tongue drags over my new purple and red bruise. I try to close my legs but he forces them back open causing me to whine. “Jack wha-,” he switches thighs and licks it before biting down on the sensitive area. He looks back into my eyes. I turn away from him as I know my face is as red as a beet. He chuckles softly. “No chicken shit, huh?,” he says in a sexy mocking tone. I try to steady my breathing but I can’t even form a coherent thought. “Look at me.” His voice booms in a demanding tone that causes me to shiver. I obey and look at him. “Look at you,” he says as he pecks my thigh again. “You’re so aroused,” He pushes my dress up to my chest. “To think that I have this affect on you by doing so little…,” his voice was low with an almost evil tone. He, quite literally, has me in the palm of his hand and he was loving every minute of it. “Jack,” I say in a needy tone of voice. He groans gripping my thighs hard again. “Oh my god I love the way you say my name Y/N,” he grabs my panties and slowly removes them from my shaking body. He leaves sloppy wet kisses on the top of my thighs and stomach. “I know your pussy is aching right now, huh princess?” I moan and try to put my hands in his hair, on his chest, anything. His arms grab mine and moves them behind my back. He keeps them in place with one hand and I squirm under him. “J-Jackson please…” he smirks to himself. My hips move upward towards his face. He forcefully pushes my hips back down with the other hand arousing me further. He refuses to lose control of the situation. He sends a harsh lick up my right thigh again and I roll my eyes and whimper from the overwhelming pleasure. “Je-J-Jesus,” I moan out. “Y-your mouth i-i-is so g-good,” I whisper to myself. “What was that princess?,” he whispers as he kisses my thigh sensually. His tongue circles the fresh bruises he would create causing me to squirm. “Y-your mouth…,” he hums, encouraging me to keep talking. “I-I love yo-ur...m-mo-outh...s-s-so much,” I say breathlessly and he continues to kiss and suck my now trembling legs. I notice the couch rise a bit and I immediately sit up. Jackson grabs his dice, throws them in the velvet sack and makes his way back to his room. I stare breathlessly as he walks away. He looks back and winks at me before closing his door. “Looks like I win,” he yells from the other side of the door.