Like an animal

[wangbaozi]

Like an animal
Jaebum/Jackson | nc-17 | smut
a/n: in response to a prompt found on got7meme.
like initially it was just going to be pwp but then i felt too shameful so i felt like i had to add 1k of plot before the porn. idk i feel like this was more vanilla than what i wanted it to be too :\
title is also from NIN

Without Jackson in the dorm, it was extremely quiet. Whether Jaebum decided that it was a good or bad thing was a different subject entirely. There was finally an opportunity for the leader to get some peace and quiet without Jackson riling up the other members, as well as himself, with his playful behaviour. But he also missed how Jackson helped him take care of the members and dote on them; missed how the younger would drag Jaebum into his room in the late hours of the night after Jaebum just finished his own work, making sure to tiptoe past the softly sleeping Mark and show Jaebum the new track he just composed. And Jackson would peer up at him with tense but hopeful gaze as Jaebum immersed himself into the music, and then the corners of Jackson’s eyes would pull up when Jaebum gives him a thumbs up and pulls Jackson into his side in a hug.

Thankfully though, Jackson does come home at the end of each week, if only for a few nights, and Jaebum gets to room with him whenever they travel for One Mic and promotions. Even though it’s only been a week since Jackson moved out into the Roommate house, and they’ve seen each other in between for schedules, Jackson still barges into the dorm with vigour and excitement and tackles Mark down the moment he walks through the door.

“I’ve missed you so much!” Jackson hollers into the hallway with his arms open wide when he steps into the dorm but completely bypasses everyone sitting in the lounge room to collapse face first into his bed.

“Yah,” Jinyoung scoffs standing at the doorframe of Mark and Jackson’s room as he watches Jackson rub his face against his mattress like a dog marking its territory again. “What about us you little shit”

Jaebum watches with fond eyes as the two play fight on the bed and immediately decides that, yes, having Jackson home is definitely better. When the two finish wrestling Jackson makes his rounds giving everyone a death hug until he reaches Jaebum at last.

For a moment, it’s just Jackson standing in front of him exchanging eye contact before the younger leans in and whispers “I missed you the most” into Jaebum’s ear and pulling him into a deep kiss. Jaebum smiles and soft puffs of laughter are breathed into Jackson’s mouth; to be honest it’s kind of gross but they both don’t care. Their kiss is cut short though when Jaebum hears Bambam’s loud exclaim.

“Ew!” Bambam gags exaggeratedly at their display of attention.

“Hey,” Jackson points at him with an accusatory finger. “You’re still to young to understand the true meaning of love.”

Jaebum is caught off guard as Jackson grabs him roughly by the shoulder and waist and dips him down into an over the top French kiss. With another loud exclaim of disgust from Bambam, Jaebum repeatedly slaps Jackson’s shoulder until he let’s him back up.
The two part much to Bambam’s distress, and Jaebum can see relief in his eyes, the way his shoulders aren’t up to his ears in concern to act accordingly amongst sunbaes. “It’s good to be home.”

The seven finally settle on the couch to watch the premier of the first episode of Roommate. Jackson is happily settled in between Mark and Jaebum, thighs touching and overlapping, whilst Jinyoung and Yugyeom brings snacks for them to nibble on throughout the show. The Korean members laugh at Jackson’s lack of Korean formality when he opens the door for Dongwook. And Yugyeom pokes at Jackson’s calf when he screams at Nana’s entrance.

“You look like you have a teenage crush on her” Yugyeom spits out through his giggles.

Jackson retaliates by poking his big toe into Yugyeom’s thigh, “Yeah you would know wouldn’t you”.

The night is all full of fun and laughter until the shot of Jackson and Kangjoon appears upon the screen. It’s only on for a few seconds but it doesn’t escape Jaebum’s attention. Jaebum wasn’t upset that Jackson was topless for all of Korea to see, because that train left the platform eons ago and Jaebum knows how proud Jackson is of his body. But it was rather the way the two were so comfortable with each other, how Kangjoon so freely touched what belonged to Jaebum. He can’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the night and obviously, Jackson could tell.

The short leans over onto Jaebum’s shoulder to whisper, “Hey, are you alright? You’re kinda tense” and rub a palm on Jaebum’s thigh.

And it’s only then that Jaebum realises his body is completely frozen and stiff and his eyebrows are furrowed in the middle. With a sigh, Jaebum tries to dismiss his jealously and allows his body to relax. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

The rest of the night is slightly off put though, a stale atmosphere that only Jackson and Jaebum can feel and are choked by. The members retreat back to the room, and so does Jackson but not before directing Jaebum a half worried look; lips bitten red in worry and not a result of Jaebum’s kisses and eyes downturned in this horrible puppy eyed face that Jaebum can’t resist. But tonight, he just offers a small smile before he closes the door to his and Youngjae’s room.

The next performance they put is slightly off kilter, a result from the lack of teamwork. Jaebum feels guilty for putting the group at risk but also feels guilty for even feeling jealous and protective of Jackson like a douchebag. After the performance, he approaches Jackson with apologetic eyes.

“Hey,” He grabs onto Jackson’s bicep before he runs off to Mark in the waiting room. “I think we need to talk.”

With a nod of affirmation from Jackson, Jaebum trails his hand down Jackson’s bicep to link fingers with him and leads the younger to the lavatory. The two enter and Jaebum looks the door, still facing away from Jackson. When the older turns around he’s met with Jackson’s wide eyes and those same red, bitten lips from the other night.

“You’re not breaking up with me right?”

Jackson’s voice is slightly comedic, but there’s still a lilt of worry within his words.

To appease Jackson of his worries, Jaebum smiles at him and slaps his chest lightly. “Of course not.”

“Good, because you can’t get rid of me that easily” Jackson returns his smile. “Okay, so what did you want to talk about?”

Now it’s Jaebum’s turn to worry his bottom lip between his teeth. “When you’re not home, what do you do?”

Jackson’s eyes quirk up in confusion. “You mean when I’m at the Roommate house?”
At Jaebum’s nod, he continues. “Well, Kangjoon is Mark’s age so we get along pretty well.”

At Jackson’s mention of Kangjoon Jaebum tenses up a little bit, and Jackson being the perceptive thing he is immediately picks up on it.

“Are you jealous of him?” Jackson’s eyes narrow.

Jaebum chokes on his saliva momentarily before defending himself. “He was playing with your chest.”

“Oh my god,” Loud, high pitch barks of laughter emanate from Jackson as he tosses his head back. “Is that why you’ve been so gloomy these days.”

The laughter immediately stops when Jaebum reprimands Jackson with a hand on his neck. “Yah, I was seriously sad over this for like a three days.”

“Ugh,” Jackson pulls him into a hug, hooking his chin over Jaebum’s shoulder, taking advantage of what little height difference they have between them and Jaebum’s hands naturally travel to hold Jackson at his waist. “You’re so stupid.”

The last three words are fond rather than vindictive.

“Trust me, there is no one in that house that I would let me bang me more than you.” And Jackson winks at him for good measure. It’s disgusting and he bets that if Bambam was in here too, the boy would squeal in distaste.

Now that Jaebum’s said what he’s had to say, it’s odd that he still feels a sense, or rather need to mark Jackson, or at least ingrain into his own head that Jackson is his. Still sensing Jaebum’s rigid state, Jackson makes another suggestion.

“Did you wanna ‘talk about it’ on Friday?” Jackson’s eyebrow is slightly raised and the look in his eye is full of intention.

“Okay.”

Friday was the night when they would be checking into their hotel in Japan, the night before the JYP One Mic concert. It gave Jaebum the opportunity to discreetly let out all his frustrations. Despite being groggy from their flight between Seoul and Tokyo, the two are wide eyed and excited as they split the group off into different rooms, with Mark and Bambam in the room across them as well as the other JYP members down the hallway.

The moment the two of them close the door of their hotel room and settle their luggage in, Jackson stands still and waits for direction; waiting for Jaebum to finish.

Jaebum’s voice cuts through the silence of the room. “Take off your clothes and kneel on the bed facing me.”

Jackson does so without hesitation, the soft rustling of his clothes echoing in the room and Jaebum’s breath hitches at the sight of Jackson’s semi hard cock. Obviously, he wasn’t the only one excited for tonight.

When Jackson is fully nude, Jaebum finally approaches the end of the bed. “Hold out your wrists.”

This is the only time that Jackson is remotely obedient, offering his pale wrists for Jaebum to tie a crude knot with one of the silk ties he retrieved from his luggage earlier on. They need to be discreet so house keeping has nothing to gossip about.

Jaebum pulls on the knot roughly. “Tight enough?”

Jaebum watches Jackson’s adam’s apple bob as the younger swallows his saliva before murmuring quietly, ”Yes.”

With a firm nod, Jaebum allows the cups his hand around the curve of Jackson’s face softly before retracting his hand and gives Jackson’s cheek a firm slap.
“You’re such a slut.” Jackson’s only response is a soft sigh and his lips pull ever so slightly at the corners in a small smile.

Jaebum allows the tips of his fingers to graze along Jackson’s jaw line, soothing the heat from the slap, hooks his pinkie finger into the younger’s mouth slightly. The fingers continue to trail down Jacksons chin, neck and Jaebum pauses at Jackson’s pecs. The very cause of Jaebum’s frustration.

“How did it feel when Kangjoon was playing with these?” The tips of Jaebum’s fingers circled around the indents of Jackson’s muscles. A soft scoff leaves Jaebum’s mouth. “You’re just like a girl. I bet you like having your tits fondled.”

Jaebum brings his other hand up as well to cup Jackson’s pecs, squeezing the muscles slightly and he smiles at the sound of Jackson’s sharp intake of breath.

“I bet you were gagging for his cock later,” his index finger traces around Jackson’s nipple, the skin pebbling at the leader’s ministrations. “I bet you’re gagging for my right now, aren’t you?”

A moan escapes of Jackson’s throat as he cranes his head down to look at Jaebum’s hard on through the denim of his pants and he nods eagerly. “Yes.”

Another crack cuts through the silence of the room as well as the harsh breathing from Jackson when Jaebum brings his hand down again on Jackson’s chest.

“Well too bad. You’re not getting it. Now turn around, head down, ass up like the slut you are.”

Jaebum’s hands roughly turn Jackson around so he nearly falls onto his face into the mattress, hands unable to adequately brace his fall from being bound. Jaebum settles behind Jackson on the bed as he follows the older’s orders, perches his ass high in the air as the leader instructed.

The sight of Jackson bent over for him makes his dick twitch in excitement, but for the moment Jaebum remains fully clothed. He takes two handfuls of Jackson’s ass cheeks and spreads it so Jackson’s pink pucker is exposed for him to see. Craning his head down, Jaebum breaths puffs of air over Jackson’s hole and he smirks to see Jackson tighten.

“You need someone to fill you up, don’t you?” Every word that Jaebum utters sends another wave of hot breath over Jackson’s entrance, the younger keens and his hips buck at being teased. “All the cocks at the house weren’t enough for you were they?”

Finally, Jaebum brings his face closer to lick a stripe over Jackson’s crack and hole before placing a chaste kiss at the pucker. “You need me to fill you up, don’t you.”

“Yes, Jaebum.” Jackson pushes his ass back in attempt to get more stimulation and mewls desperately, “I need you.”

“Good boy.” Placing a final kiss at Jackson’s entrance, Jaebum leaves Jackson on the bed to retrieve the lube from his backpack. He turns back to look at the pure sight of Jackson barely conscious from the arousal; a result of Jaebum. Because of Jaebum. His ego swells at the thought.

He settles back behind Jackson again, slicks up two fingers with the lube and rubs the pads of his fingers against Jackson’s hole, feels the entrance tightening and loosening under his fingertips. Jaebum barely allows the tip of one finger to enter Jackson before he pulls it out again to circle around the pucker.

“Stop teasing,” The strangled noises Jackson emits are heaven to his ears. “Please.”

Deciding to relent, Jackson has had enough of this torture he inserts both of his fingers into Jackson at once and is not disappointed to hear a hitch in Jackson’s breathing. The younger easily accommodates to Jaebum’s fingers because he’s anticipating something much bigger.

Jaebum effortlessly works Jackson up to four fingers and the younger keens every time Jaebum intentionally avoids his prostate. Once the older deemed that the younger was ready, he withdraws his fingers and he sees Jackson’s entrance gape slightly at the loss.

“You’re so hungry for my cock.” Jaebum unzips his jeans, “So eager for it.”

“Yes, please. I want you so badly.” Jackson’s form slouched a little bit from Jaebum’s preparation but he is quick to amend it, perching his ass high up again at the sound of Jaebum undressing. ”I want you to make me feel good.”

“You are such a fucking slut” Jaebum spits out again and pulls out his cock over the waistband of his boxers. He lines up his dick against Jackson’s ass, and the younger is already so desperate for his cock he’s backing up against him. The need to be discreet also means they can’t afford to use condoms and get caught with the wrappers.

The younger is rubbing his ass against Jaebum’s stiff length until he can’t take it anymore and Jaebum enters him at last with a swift thrust of his hips.

“I can’t believe you’re still this tight even after you’ve been fucked by the guys in Roommate” Whilst waiting for Jackson to adjust, Jaebum bends over Jackson’s back so he can whisper roughly into the shell of Jackson’s ear. “But none of them can compare to me, can they?”

Even though Jackson has kept relatively quiet throughout this entire endeavour, a snippet of his personality slips through the cracks at this point. “Kangjoon fucked me harder than this.”

And at that Jaebum snaps. What he doesn’t have to worry about with Jackson is that he doesn’t have to control his anger; the frustration he works so hard to keep a lid on. Pulling out roughly until all that’s left is the tip he pistons straight back into Jackson, the teeth from the zipper of his jeans digging into the backs of Jackson’s thighs. Purple finger print bruises will definitely pepper Jackson’s pelvis, considering the raw strength that Jaebum is holding his hips by.

“Did he?” Jaebum loves how Jackson won’t break under his fingertips, likes how he isn’t soft and delicate and has harsh lines of muscle instead for Jaebum to grab onto.

“I bet he didn’t. No one has ever said I don’t have strength.”

What Jaebum likes particularly is how they’re in a hotel room with paper-thin walls and so Jackson has to keep his pretty little mouth quiet. He doesn’t want to hear Jackson scream and wail about but rather thrives on knowing that Jackson wants to scream so badly but can’t. Thrives on the little whimpers that Jackson let escape instead. It comes to the point where Jaebum is fucking Jackson so good that the younger can’t contain it anymore and Jaebum has to remove a hand from Jackson’s hips so that Jackson can suckle on his fingers and keep quiet.

The other hand leaves his hips as well and wraps itself around Jackson’s cock. Jaebum’s husky voice whispers into the shell of Jackson’s ear again. “Do you want to come?”

Jackson is so gone he can only afford to nod his head frantically around Jaebum’s fingers.

The fingers disappear from Jackson’s mouth as Jaebum pulls back to straighten out his back again, the heat against Jackson’s back gone and to Jackson’s dismay, Jaebum stops thrusting. “Then work for it.”

The message is signed with a loud smack to Jackson’s behind. “Fuck yourself. Show me you really want it.”

Finally, Jackson begins backing up his hips to impale himself against Jaebum’s dick. With every pull forward Jaebum’s hand strokes him and every pull back is a stab at Jackson’s prostate.

With the stimulation, Jackson comes with a strangled moan at attempts to contain his pleasure and Jaebum strokes him through it, Jackson’s hips stuttering as he spills his load. Since Jaebum removed his fingers from Jackson’s mouth as well Jackson can finally breathe properly, taking large intakes of air with every heavy breath.

But they weren’t done yet. Jaebum pulls out of Jackson’s body, cock still rigid and hard and with a hand, he turns Jackson over so the younger is lying on his back; an easy feat now that Jackson has been fucked out of his mind. Jaebum eyes Jackson’s chest moving up and down with the harsh breathing before scooting up onto Jackson’s stomach, sitting on Jackson’s bound hands and dick curved towards Jackson’s chest and he begins to jerk himself off. It doesn’t take long before he too empties himself, cum landing over Jackson’s pecs and nipples, and some spilling onto Jackson’s chin.

Finally, Jaebum slaps his cock over the white substance covering Jackson, using the appendage to draw crude, white trails around Jackson’s nipples. With his come still smeared over the tip of his cock, he shifts up a little more and slips his softening cock into Jackson’s open mouth. Once his cock is sucked clean, Jackson lets it go with a soft ‘pop’ and despite the situation, Jackson smiles widely.

Jaebum does the same.



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