Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

be my valentine | jackson

smut, explicit

Once upon a time, you thought Valentine's Day was a bit overrated.

You were way past that belief now.

Jackson loved to wine and dine (and spoil) you, and this holiday reserved for couples was no exception. A fancy restaurant, massive bouquets of roses both red and white, and the highlight of the evening - watching the sunset on a pier until you could see the moonlight in his eyes.

Your man was a romantic and his desire to shower you with affection was endless.

When he looped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his body, you shivered as you felt his hot breath on your neck.

"Ready to go home?" Jackson asked softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your shoulder.

Tightening your arms around him, you nipped at the shell of his ear and whispered, "If you only knew how wet I am for you right now..."

A dark growl in his voice was your reward for that juicy tidbit of information. Though he was the most hot-blooded boy you had ever known, Jackson merely nuzzled your nose with his own and replied calmly, "I should get you to bed then."

"I love you," you said, kissing him tenderly.

He broke from your mouth long enough to say, "I love you, too," and melted back into your embrace to slip his tongue past your lips. You swiftly felt a hand roaming down your back and grabbing your ass possessively and you knew the night was about to begin.

It still shocked you the kind of carnal, wanton noises Jackson could coax out of you with only a few rounds of love-making. He knew when to go hard and fast and when to slow down, taking his time in worshipping your body like no man had ever before.

The room had grown hot and thick, a layer of moisture seemingly on the air. Candles burned in every corner and a long-lasting playlist of raunchy songs was still kicking. The array of rose petals that had been coating the bed were now messily scattered across the floor along with a blanket and pillows.

The headboard banged incessantly against the wall and as much as you wanted to grip it for dear life, it was just beyond your reach. Instead you settled for wrenching your fists in the damp sheets beneath you, head tipped back into the mattress as Jackson pounded roughly into your sensitive pussy.

Your lower body undulated beneath him with each hard smack of his hips, legs still quivering as you reeled from orgasm. It was either your fifth or sixth, you had obviously lost count, and you were steadily reaching your breaking point.

Jackson had wedged his arms under your shoulders, hands tangled in your hair to keep you in place, chasing his own end. Feeling you shudder with sensitivity against him, Jackson coaxed, "Almost there, baby."

"Please come, Jackson," you choked out, whimpering and moaning as he throttled into your sore cunt. You felt like such a greedy lover, climaxing over and over while he had only found release once.

Listening to you beg him to fill you, Jackson tugged on your hair and quickened his pace, grunting in your ear with the effort. When his breaths grew louder and faster, you squeezed your thighs around him, tightening your innermost walls on his length just as he let out a groan of your name and began emptying himself into you.

Gripping his shoulders none too gently, you traced hot, wet kisses up over the base of his neck and crooned little nothings into his skin, smirking with pride at the way he shuddered uncontrollably on top of you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," your lover panted, slumping against you and releasing a long, satisfied sigh.

His weight on your chest was welcome, but your eyes widened slightly when you felt him starting to gyrate tentatively between your legs only a moment later. "What are you doing?" you asked in surprise.

Jackson replied, though his words were muffled against your throat, "You tapping out?"

"You're gonna get hard again," you exclaimed quietly, chuckling hard enough to jostle him on your chest.

Jackson finally lifted his head and retorted, "That's the plan." Then, he kissed you gently, pumping his length gently back and forth inside you.

"Alright, but I wanna be on top this time," you said, hooking your knees and digging your ankles into his ass.

"What baby wants, baby gets," Jackson quipped, cradling your face with his hand and pressing his lips to yours.

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