to be fair i grunt while talking about jb as well

some for you, some for me. | m

➵ characters: jackson x reader x jaebum
➵ genre: smut
➵ wc: 5290
➵ summary: a confession you made to jackson sparks an idea, and he plans to make a fantasy a reality for you with the help of jaebum.
 author’s note: this idea first came to me in august and i’m finally uploading it, bloody hell. this comes in perfect time of jaebum’s solo releases. listen to them as you read this. do enjoy. feedback and comments are welcomed.
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“Okay, Jackson, this was fun at first, but seriously now, where are you going with this?”

One of your hands was held out in front of you, cautious for any objects that you might walk into you, as the other was being held in Jackson’s own hand as he slowly guided you… somewhere.

Your feet walked on a cold wooden surface, and having removed your shoes upon entering this place; you knew you were in someone’s home. If you recalled, Jackson’s dorm’s floor was decked completely in carpet, and this certainly wasn’t your own home since that’s where Jackson implored for you to come out of, until he essentially dragged you out of it. But before he did so, he had one more request: for you to put a blindfold on.

The loss of one of your senses did somewhat intrigue you, resting your trust on Jackson, and so you agreed. You weren’t transported anywhere and were made to walk what seemed like ten minutes, and in that time you asked Jackson a million and one questions about the final destination, including the most important one.

“Where are we going?”

“When we get there, you’ll see” was the response he’d give you each time. You huffed at the answer but were still persistent.

“Do you not trust me?” it was his turn to ask a question.

“It’s not every day I get dragged out of my apartment in a blindfold.”

“Think… a fantasy.”

“A fantasy?” you furrowed your eyebrows underneath the cotton material. “Are you taking me to a VIXX concert or something?”

“Why would I—no! Think about your own fantasies.”

“Oh,” you said in an elongated manner. “Like sex?”

“You’re getting warmer.”

“Please tell me you’re not taking me to a sex shop.”

He sighed exasperatedly. “How about you stay quiet so that I don’t give up on this whole idea.”

The hand which held yours was suddenly being crushed beneath your grasp, causing Jackson to hiss.

“Don’t get rude now,” you warned. “You know I can actually kick your ass.”

“Okay, fine,” he shook the hand you gripped on before holding yours again. “You’re feisty tonight. He’ll like that.”

He?! Who?!”

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