You had to walk behind a big bookcase to locate the snoring. You found Jackson, still asleep. You had almost forgotten about him because he was so far away and hidden. He's completely sprawled out on the floor, entangled in his blanket. You made your way over, and sat down next to him. His hair was all over the place, and nostrils flared slightly as he breathed. You placed your hand on his bare chest, and shook him lightly to wake him.

"Jackson-ah," you said softly, "it's time to wake up."

He didn't budge at all. You pursed your lips and shook him with a little more force. His body moved due to your shaking, but he still did not wake up. You leaned over him, and waved your hand in front of his face.

"Jacksonnnnn, wake uuup," you whined in his ear.

Nothing. This bitch wasn't waking up. I guess you have to do what you have to do. You turned him over on his side, and smacked his ass, hard. 

"AIYA," Jackson yelped in pain. 

Before you could celebrate your success at waking him, you were pinned against the floor with a very conscious Jackson leaning over you. He was straddling your waist with his legs, and his face hovered directly over yours. The sudden movement caused you to gasp, and Jackson grinned.

"Did I take your breath away, Babydoll?" he asked, still grinning.

"Wipe that grin off of your face, " you said, calming down now, "you scared me to death."

"Oops, my bad."

"Yeah, well, anyways, the boys need your help with breakfast."

His eyes were locked on to yours, and he was still grinning. He likely enjoys the position you are in at the moment. He had you pinned down, unable to move. Unable to escape him.

"Are you even listening to me?" you asked.

Your faces are inches away from each other, and he was clearly ignoring you.

"You seem stressed, Babydoll, " he said, trailing his lips down below your jaw.

"I am slightly stressed because you are ignoring me," you muttered.

He seemed to ignore that as well, as he pulled up your T-shirt. He stopped halfway, leaving it pulled up to just below your breasts. He started kissing underneath your belly button, which tickled you at first. You squirmed, however, his grip on your hands remains strong. Your hands are now at your sides, still being held down by Jackson, as he kisses your body.

"Jackson, you can't. Someone's going to walk in probably," you whispered.

Once again, you were ignored. Jackson fingers slowly pulled your sweatpants down. His lips kissed right above your panties now, and you started to get a little heated. He pulled your sweatpants down to your ankles and lifted your legs over his broad shoulders. He breathed warm air against your panties and his brow lifted.

"Oh, babydoll, you're already wet for me?" he whispered.

Your face turned red. You couldn't help it, this teasing is causing your body to do things you have no control over. His lips kissed all around your panties, teasing you relentlessly. His arms gripped onto your thighs as he gazed at you with lust in his eyes. 

"I know you want me. All you have to do is say so, " he said in a low, sexy voice.

Something about the way he did everything. He's so effortless with his movements. His eyes alone just made you want to give him everything he desired. Jackson seemed so right about everything. Everything he says and does just makes sense to you. Right now, you just want him to do whatever he wants to you. 

"I want you, please, Jackson," you begged him.

He smirked, and you could tell this is what he liked to hear. He moved the cloth of your panties over and licked his lips. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes as you felt the tip of his tongue flick against your clit. You figured he' be good, but damn. This boy has a magic tongue. He licked you between your legs, and your hips bucked forward slightly. Your now free hands tangled in his hair as he ate you out. You held your moans in, but it was becoming more and more difficult as his tongue moved faster.

"Jackson, I-I can't.." you managed breathlessly.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your edge. Jackson kept his focus, glancing at you occasionally. He loved seeing you all hot and bothered. His one hand reached underneath your shirt and grabbed you boob, massaging it with his palm. You bit your lip so hard it almost starting bleeding. The pleasure this boy was giving you made you want him to fuck you right then and there. Suddenly, you felt his finger enter inside of you, while he continued to please you with his tongue. You know you won't be able to hold on any longer. He began pumping into you faster with his finger.

"Hey, babydoll," he said, with a devilish smirk, "come for me."

He placed his tongue back between your folds and licked every inch of you. You couldn't contain yourself. He removed his hand from under your shirt and placed it over your mouth just in time. Your eyes rolled back and a loud moan escaped your lips. It was mostly muffled by Jackson, thank goodness. He continued until your orgasm ended, and he licked up all of your wetness from it. He wiped his mouth with his hand as he put your underwear back into place. He pulled your pants back up and laid down beside you.

"Did I relieve some of your stress?" He asked with a big grin.

You nodded, still somewhat out of it from your intense orgasm.

"Fuck, Jackson. That felt so damn good," you whispered to him.

He smirked, enjoying the compliment. You noticed the bulge in his pants, likely from watching you as he made you come. You smirked this time, and pressed your palm against it. Jackson's eyes grew wide, and his head tipped back slightly.

"Ya, Y/N, I don't know if you're ready for that." he whispered.

This only made you want to continue. You palmed his bulge and began stroking it. Jackson clenched his jaw, and closed his eyes.

"What is it, Babe? You don't like being teased?" You asked him.

He glared at your for a moment, but his head cocked back once more as you pressed down a little on his bulge. His breathing became heavier, and he sighed. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto his lap.

"Do you're thing, Babydoll, " He commanded, leaning back against the wall with his arms behind his head.

You began to grind against him, and he moaned quietly. You kissed his lips as he grabbed your ass, pulling you down harder against his bulge. You pushed him back against the wall and began licking from his abs, all the way up to his jawbone. He bit his lip and pushed his hair back with his hand, already breathing heavier because of you. This time, you gave him a devilish smirk, as you connected your lips once more. 

"Y/N, where are you?" You heard a voice call. You and Jackson both froze for a moment. You got off of him quickly, and turned towards the book shelf. You peaked your head out from behind the book shelf to see Mark standing in the living room.

"I'm right here," you said.

"Oh, breakfast is ready. You coming?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec."

"What are you even doing back there?"

You panicked slightly, but then an idea popped into your head. You grabbed a book and walked out from behind the bookshelf.

"JB has some cool books in here," you said, flipping through the pages.

"Yeah, I guess. " Mark said, "Come and eat. I'm starving."

You placed the book on top of the bookshelf and followed Mark. He didn't see Jackson, hidden behind the book shelf, which is a good thing. You glanced back at him, and winked. Jackson's boner was extremely apparent when you got off his lap. He should definately go take care of that before he comes in for breakfast. You do feel kind of bad for leaving him horny like that, though. You entered the kitchen and sat next to Mark at the table.

"Anyone seen Jackson?" Jinyoung asked.

"Maybe he's shitting." JB said.

"Probably," Youngjae added.

After about ten minutes, Jackson showed up in the kitchen, boner-less. He sat down at the table with everyone, and continued chatting. You already finished your first plate, and you got up to go for seconds. 

"Hey, how come you aren't eating much?" Mark asked Jackson.

"Oh, I already ate," Jackson said with a slight chuckle.

You almost dropped the plate in your hand. He really made a joke about that. Your face turned red, though, you're facing the stove, so no one can see it. 

"What did you eat? Everyone just got up." Yugyeom questioned. 

"Fine, fine. I'm on a diet." he lied. 

Everyone bought it, and continued eating. You sat back down at the table and began eating more bacon. 

"So what are everyone's plans for today?" Youngjae asked the group. 

"I'm not doing anything later. Is anyone busy today?" Jackson asked. 

"I have work later, but it's not until 4 pm." You said. 

"Do you guys want to do something until then?" JB asked. 

The group all nodded. Everyone began discussing potential things to do. You were half listening, but also half focused on playing footsies with BamBam under the table. 

"Ow!" Jinyoung exclaimed. 

You and BamBam stared at each other at the same time. You both tried so hard to hold in your laughter. 

"Who kicked me?" Jinyoung asked, staring down everyone at the table. 

His eyes locked with you, and you couldn't hold it in anymore. You started laughing, causing BamBam to laugh as well. 

"Which one of you did it?" Jinyoung asked. 

It was actually you. You missed when trying to kick BamBam, and accidentally kicked the wrong person. You avoided eye contact with Jinyoung. 

"It was me," BamBam lied. 

You looked over at him, and he shot you a quick wink. Jinyoung got up and walked over to BamBam. He curled up in a ball in his chair out of fear of what Jinyoung was going to do to him. Once he got to BamBam, Jinyoung smacked the back of his head, and then went back to his seat. BamBam pouted, and rubbed the spot with his hand. 

"Anyways, " Jaebum continued, "does the mall seem like a good idea to everyone?"

BamBam's eyes lit up. You know he loves shopping. Everyone agreed on the mall idea. You started clearing the plates from breakfast and Jinyoung started doing the dishes. The others went to go clean up the living room. 

"I know you kicked me," Jinyoung said, "BamBam is bad at winking in secret."

You giggled and began drying the dishes as he washed them. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," you said shyly. 

"I've been kicked harder, it's fine," he said with a friendly smile. 

You two continued working together on the dishes. You only had a few more left to dry. You began drying a knife, but it slipped out from your dishtowel, and cut your finger. 

"Ah," you winced, and put your finger into your mouth. 

"Are you okay?" Jinyoung asked, taking your hand. 

It isn't a deep cut, but it is bleeding quite a bit. He grabbed a paper towel and pressed it onto the cut. 

"Hold this on there, and I'll go get a band-aid." He said, rushing off. 

He didn't have to rush, it's not even a bad cut. You glanced at your finger, but it's still bleeding. You waited for a minute or two and he returned. He took your hand, and removed the paper towel. He used it to wipe the excess blood away before putting some type of cream on the cut. He then ripped the band-aid open with his teeth, and placed it gently over the cut. 

"There we go," he said, pressing the band-aid lightly, making sure the it stays on. 

"My hero," you joked. 

He looked at you and smiled. He has a nice eye smile, like when he smiled his eyes scrunch up a little bit. You find it cute.

"You should be more careful, Y/N," his expression became a little more serious. 

"Maybe it was karma for me kicking you," you said. 

"No way. Cuts are way worse than a little kick."

"Little kick? I thought I kicked pretty hard."

"It did hurt a little..."

Jinyoung lifted his pants a little, and there was a bruise forming from where you kicked his leg by mistake.  

"I'm so sorry," you said, covering your mouth, "I didn't know it was that bad."

"I'll be fine." he said reassuringly. 

"I feel awful. Is there anything I can do for you?" 

You really do feel guilty. You cutting your finger was your own fault, but Jinyoung helped you out. You actually hurt him, and did nothing. You feel like you should do something for him. 

"Y/N," he put his hand on your shoulder and looked you in the eyes saying, "it's okay. You don't have to do anything for me." 

You nodded, although you still feel bad. Jinyoung could tell how you felt by the look on your face. He lifted your chin slightly with his finger. 

"Let's just say you owe me a favor," he said, somewhat ominously. 

"What kind of favor?" you asked hesitantly. 

His gaze is still strong, making you slightly nervous. 

"We'll see," he said with an intimidating look. 

He came closer he traced his fingers down the side of your face, while holding the same expression. 

"Who knows what I'll need in the future," he said mysteriously. 

His fingers were now trailing down your neck slowly. Jinyoung is lowkey freaking you out at this point. 

"Maybe I'll need to let off some stress..." he trailed off. 

His look became more intense. You gulped a little. You know Jinyoung is a good actor, but you can't tell if this is him being real or not. 

"Maybe I'll need someone..." he trailed off again, "... to kill."

His hand grabbed your throat tightly, making you gasp. You didn't know whether to scream or kick him in the balls. He started laughing, and your heart rate slowed down a bit. 

"You mother fucker," you cursed, "scared the shit out of me." 

He chuckled more, and though he loosened his grip, his fingers still lingered around your neck. He bit his lower lip a bit, and he glanced at your neck, and then back to your eyes. Maybe he liked his hand there? You don't know why, but you could tell that Jinyoung likes the this feeling of control. He removed his hand from your neck and sheepishly looked to the ground. 

"Sorry, " he mumbled. 

His ears became bright red, and he didn't look up at you. You giggled slightly at his shyness. This made him feel a little better, as he turned less red. You turned around to head out of the kitchen, but you stopped. You looked back at Jinyoung, who was now looking at you. 

"Hey, I do still owe you a favor," you said, "so if you need someone to choke, I got you." 

Jinyoung seemed slightly confused by this statement. It's like he isn't sure if you are kidding or not. To be quite honest, you also aren't sure if you were kidding when you said that or not. He smiled anyways, and he seemed to not feel as bad for scaring you. Or maybe he didn't feel as bad for kind of choking you out? This whole situation confused both of you, but you could sort of assume one thing. Jinyoung is definitely a lowkey sadist.