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yuiiiriii · 7 months ago

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synopsis : after a traumatic event, Jay, a complete stranger, has only did anything but comfort you. From the night you guys met, it was only humane to fall for one another.

includes : 5.9k words, strangers to lovers, undergroundfighter!jay x reader, smut! (mdni), teasing jay, f!oral receiving, possessive and jealous jay:3

warnings : assault, harassment, overthinking, miscommunication

The streets of Seoul were cold like no other. Approaching winter, it was only obvious. Yet you still forgot to pack a jacket. So you clutch yourself and your bag as you walk down the late night streets. Work was tiring as always and you wanted nothing more but to succumb to your bed.

As you walked your familiar route you always winced at a specific dark alley, it always made you uneasy. You find yourself almost past it when you’re being tugged harshly by your wrist. The lamppost only growing smaller as your tugged into the alley. Your fight or flight mode comes on and you scream. Pushing, punching, kicking, anything you could to get this random guy off of you.

He pins you to the wall, his big hand clasping over your mouth and nose, closing your airways. Your hyperventilating, sobbing, tugging at this guys arm. But he’s just too strong and as you’re still fighting, you slowly feel yourself slipping away. Vision going blurry as a tear runs down your cheek.

Jay leaves the convenience store with a bag in his hand. It’s late, yes, but it’s somehow still busy. So he pulls his hood up, hiding the cuts and bruises that litter his face and lips. He opens his bag of chips, popping one in his mouth. As he gazes at the cars passing by his body freezes and body chills when he hears a scream. His head shoots towards the dark alley and without a thought he’s sprinting in, dropping his bag.

He doesn’t even have to go that far when he sees you struggling. His eyes widen, the pure fear in your eyes. He retracts his hand, clenching his fist, he socks the man in the face. You fall to the ground, choking and gasping for air.

When you look to the side you see a guy on top of the man, beating him to a pulp. You pull your legs to your chest, shaking like a leaf. Jay pants, giving one last kick to the guy, he turns to you, his brows immediately pulling together. He kneels in front of you.

“Hey, let’s go back in to the city okay?” He says softly, lightly grabbing the sides of your arms and lifting you up.

He leads you to a bench, back into the streets. He stares at you worriedly and your gaze is so far off. Your cheeks have a little bruising, making Jay clench his fist. Your eyes are a little wide, tears still lacing them, and your breaths still ragged. You’re shivering so he doesn’t waste a second in unzipping his sweater, putting it around you.

That seems to snap you out of it and you stare up at him. You blink down at your wrists, noticing they were marked from how hard the guy held them. You begin to cry again, rubbing at your wrists harshly. Jay kneels down again, quickly grabbing your hands.

“Hey it’s okay, you’re okay.” He whispers, you glance into his eyes and they look so sincere. You notice a cut on his cheek and you gasp.

“Oh no, you’re hurt.” You whisper, your hand coming up to glide along it. Jay’s eyes widen a bit but he smiles regardless.

“I’m totally fine, let’s worry about you yeah?” His lips pull together in a small smile. You nod, staring at his hands still clasped in yours.

It’s a little odd how you’re very touchy with this guy, he’s a complete stranger. But there’s something so comforting and soothing about him, maybe it’s because he just saved your life but you think it’s more than that.

“Were you…walking home?” He sits down next to you, you hum. He pouts and you let out a giggle.

“I know. Stupid right? I just didn’t think I’d be out of work so late and I live really close by so…” You drift off, Jay does his best to keep you distracted.

“Oh, did you want a ride?” He immediately sputters.

“Uh, I mean, maybe I could walk you home?” He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable in any way and he was pretty sure getting into a strangers car was the last thing you wanted.

“Sure.” You smile, the both of you falling into step with each other.

“So do you always work late?” He breaks the silence, in no way was it awkward but he’d be lying if he didn’t want to get to know you more.

“Kinda? I don’t know stuff at the office has been more demanding lately. So I have to stay overtime.” You pout and he smiles, only because you look so adorable.

You reach the gate to your apartment and turn around to him. He seems to be pondering and you perk up.

“Oh! Your sweater!” You move to take it off but he stops you, sliding the fabric over you once again and zipping it up.

“It’s cold. Just keep it.” He smiles and you open your mouth to protest but he stops you.

“Would you want me to walk you home from work?” You blink, you were already home.

“You mean like…for the next time?” You tilt your head and he laughs.

“Yea, for the next time.” You quickly raise your hands.

“You really don’t need to! You’ve helped me so much already.” You play with the string from his sweater.

“Well, to be honest, I don’t know if I’d be happy with myself if you weren’t safe.” He mumbles, a faint blush on his cheeks. Yours resembling his now.

“Ok then.” You quip, smiling at the ground. He hands you his phone and you type in your number.

“Your names pretty.” He smiles and you laugh.

“Thanks…”

“Jay. It’s Jay.” He laughs.

“Right.”

As you were about to bid him goodbye, loud tires screeching is heard behind him, the both of you turning to the culprit.

“Jay! Where the fuck have you been! I’ve been calling-” Heeseung shuts up at the sight of you, making his lips curl in a teasing smirk.

“Oh? So this what you’ve been ignoring me for?”

Jay pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Hold on.” He murmurs to you.

You stand there blinking as Jay talks to the guy, you’re assuming they’re pretty close. He then sends you an apologetic look, waiting patiently as Jay walks back to you.

“So I guess I’ll see you when you get off work?” He smiles down at you and you nod.

“Yea. I’ll text you.” You smile.

“Take care okay? Only a call away.” He smiles, getting into the car.

You laugh bidding him goodbye as Heeseung speeds away.

Jay rests on his bed, fresh out of the shower. It’s been a week and he hasn’t gotten a text from you. Now he knows he shouldn’t pry or bug you, you have a life and so does he.

Maybe you just decided you didn’t want his help anymore. But still. Jay can’t help himself, so he shoots you a text.

Jay

Haven’t been working late?

He bites his lip.

Really Jay? That’s all you could think of?

He sighs, tossing his phone on the bed as he finishes drying his hair. That is until he gets a ping, his eyes gazing at his phone. He picks it up and smiles at the sight of your name on his screen.

Y/n:)

Haven’t worked this whole week lol.

I asked for time off

Because yk…

Jay frowns, the thought of you still scared that you didn’t even wanna go to work aches him. He wanted nothing more than to protect you, at least by his side he’d always make sure you were safe.

Jay

I understand

I hope you’ve been well:)

Y/n:)

I have been thank you Jay

I hope your week is going well

He sighs, if only it were that easy. He’s been packed with fights on fights. Heeseung has had him booked to the brim, trying to earn that ‘fast cash’ as he’d say.

He rolls his eyes at the thought. He gazes down at his hands, the cuts and bruises that litter them. The small cut on his cheek that’s almost done healing. The two of you send a few more texts and that was pretty much it. However you roam his mind all of the time. Your smile, your cute flushed face, your laugh, your voice.

So Jay is only ecstatic when you send him a text, letting him know you had went to work today. He throws on a t shirt and some baggy black jeans, pairing it with a black jacket.

He looks at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair and spraying a bit of cologne. As he walks to the living room to grab his shoes, Heeseung stares at him with confused eyes.

“What are you wearing? Where’re you going?” He says standing in front of him.

“Gotta pick up Y/n.” Jay says lightly, finishing his other shoe.

“The fight?!” Heeseung yells in disbelief.

“I said I wasn’t fighting tonight. Figure it out.” Jay grunts, clearly irritated. Heeseung crosses his arms.

“You gotta, there’s a lot of money. I’ll pick you up when you’re done walking her home.”

Jay doesn’t say a word but slam the door behind him. He huffs as he makes his way over to you. He feels undressed when he stands next to you.

You’re in slacks, a button up, with your trench coat draped over your shoulders, a scarf wrapped around you, your heels clanking on the floor.

He’s at a loss for words.

God you were so pretty and even prettier when you shoot him a smile, waving at him.

“Hey.” You say a little too giddily.

“Hi Y/n.” He smiles, standing in front of you.

“Oh! Your sweater. I washed it for you.” You hand it over to him and he gives you a heartwarming smile.

“You didn’t have to you know?”

“I know. I wanted to.” You stuff your hands in your pocket.

He smiles, throwing it over his shoulder. Jay stands close to you as you both walk, which brings you comfort, you know it’s just his presence though.

“You’re all dressed up. You going somewhere tonight?” You grin, playfully teasing him.

Jay flushes, he would admit that he did try with his appearance tonight, even if he is just walking you home. He needed to get a grip.

“Uh, you could say that.” He scratches at his jaw. You chew your lip, not being able to resist the guilt of possibly holding him back.

“You know Jay if you were busy you didn’t have to walk me home. Even though I appreciate it.” You send him a nervous smile and he quickly shuts you down.

“N-No! I don’t necessarily have plans. I just wanted to look nice.”

For you.

He’d like to add but he fears it might be too early for that.

You hum, readjusting your bag. He catches this and swiftly pulls it off you, slinging it around him. When you look at him to say something he just sends you a smile.

The two of you are red in the cheeks but you’d both just blame it on the cold weather. His heart pangs when your apartment comes into view. Hating how shortly lived your guys talks and walks were.

“Well, this is my stop.” You turn to him and he hands you your bag.

You noticed how red his nose has gotten and you laugh, making him blink in confusion. You unwrap your scarf, placing it over Jay’s neck, his breath hitching.

“There.” You pat it down, your hands sliding off his chest.

“It’s getting colder Jay, make sure to cover up.” He laughs, shaking his head in amusement.

“You’re to cute.” He says before he can even stop himself. You both freeze, staring at each other wide eyed.

“Uh, sorry, it just slipped.” He laughs dryly, running a hand through his hair. You laugh it off, not ignoring how it made your heart skip a beat.

“I was gonna ask, maybe if you’re not too busy after work we could grab something to eat? On me of course.” You hum, nodding up at him.

“I’d love that Jay.” He hums, hands in his pocket as he watches you reach the gate.

“Have a goodnight and get home safe.” You narrow your eyes at him and he laughs.

“I will, goodnight.”

Almost as if on cue, Heeseung is pulling up next to him, rolling down his window.

“Come on! We don’t have much time!”

Even though you’re inside, you pause a little watching them interact. Heeseung throws him a tank top and Jay quickly takes off jacket and shirt.

Your eyes bulge out of your skull.

He was so toned and lean. His biceps perfectly sculpted and his back muscles. Don’t get started on his abs. You hurriedly turn around rushing up to your apartment. After he slides on the tank top, he’s closing the car door shut.

“So have you kissed her yet?” Heeseung cheekily says and Jay groans.

“Shut up and drive man.”

You and Jay’s little walks became a routine and ultimately, something you looked forward after your harsh work. Jay did end up taking you out for dinner the next day and now you guys try something new every single time you go out to eat. It became something you both enjoyed.

Especially for Jay, after rough matches and knowing a belt fight was awaiting him. Being with you always seemed to keep him at bay.

You’re on your break when a coworker of yours comes up to you. Nelly. She was nice but also nosey.

“Hey girl, you didn’t tell me you had such a hot boyfriend!” She exclaims and you almost choke on your drink.

“W-What?”

“Yea! The guy that’s been walking you home for what? More than a month?” You’re flushed and she grins.

“Does he have any hot friends too? Set me up!” She pats the wall of your cubicle.

“We’re not dating Nelly. But sure I’ll ask him.” You mutter and she barks back a dragged out thank you. You laugh to yourself pulling out your phone and sent a couple texts to Jay.

Y/n ❤️

omg my coworker has been spying on us

not actually lol but she mentioned you always walking me

and also mentioned if you have any hot friends

anyways gotta get back to work, see you after Jay:)

Jay spits out a wad of blood, cringing at the cold water that’s being poured over him.

“Come on man, this guy ain’t any different, you got him.” Heeseung says, his words of encouragement to lock in Jay’s position for the belt fight.

Jay had been training for weeks upon weeks. There was no way Heeseung would let him lose now.

With a ding, both fighters are meeting up in the middle of the ring, circling one another. Few punches are thrown, which Jay dodges with expertise. Jay lands a damaging liver shot, causing the fighter to falter. Jay’s eyes glimmer with fire upon seeing an opening.

With a faint jab he’s knocking his opponent out with his signature right hook. The crowd roars as Jay smiles, the arena screaming his name. In the locker room, Jay dries his hair from the shower.

“My man!” Heeseung laughs, slapping him right on the back, Jay winces and Heeseung mumbles a small sorry.

“You’re a money maker you know that? We’ll probably be millionaires when you win that belt fight.” He laughs and Jay shakes his head, a small smile lacing his features.

“I’ll see you at the apartment, gotta get Y/n.” Heeseung eyes widen a little.

“Uh Jay?” He turns to him.

“It’s not too late?”

Jay freezes, ripping out his phone from his pocket, seeing missed texts and missed calls from you, he curses, sprinting out the doors. If Jay had calmed down and maybe stopped to think he would’ve asked Heeseung to give him a ride. Yet of course he didn’t, and he’s sprinting to your job.

Coincidentally, your work wasn’t far from the underground gym he fights at but still he was tired from the performance he just put up. When he arrives at the front of your job, he calls you, panting.

“Y/n, Hey! I’m sorry I’m late—” He says rushed out but you interrupt him.

“Jay, it’s okay. My friend gave me a ride home. My house is on the way to his anyways.”

His?

It doesn’t sit right with Jay, as a matter of fact it irks him. Jealousy bubbles in his chest and he can’t resist the way his tone changes.

“Oh, did he get you something to eat?” He taps his phone, his jaw clenched.

“Yea, we went out.” He grips his phone tighter, rolling his eyes.

“Great.” He replies shortly and you side eye your phone, a pout gracing your lips.

“I told you Jay if you’re busy you don’t have to feel obligated to walk me home.” You sigh and so does he.

“It’s not that, I—just had to do something and it slipped my mind.” His words don’t help the situation and you frown.

“You’re proving my point.” You laugh awkwardly and he grows frustrated.

“You know what I gotta go, glad you got someone else to take you home.” He doesn’t even let you answer before he hangs up, leaving you dumbfounded.

Jay hadn’t texted you for almost two weeks and you were both frustrated and worried. Even if he did answer he’d respond with short replies or excuses as to why he couldn’t walk you home. You can’t help but repeat your guys last conversation over and over in your head.

Was he jealous? You guys never discussed what you guys were.

You guys had to be just friends right? Pushing down your feelings and looking at it realistically you truly didn’t know if Jay even reciprocated your feelings.

Even if there was knowledge to how you both felt, there was no label.

It’s not like Jay was doing any better. He was upset and yet he has no reason to be since you guys weren’t even together, it still bothered him.

Jay knew he liked you but he wasn’t sure if you felt the same way. And even though this guy was your friend he couldn’t stop his mind from racing at the thoughts of you seeing other people.

That thought alone leaving a sour taste in his mouth and an ache in his heart. It was bothering him so much he wasn’t even doing good in training.

“Damn man, what is wrong with you? You got the power but where’s your strategy. You’re fighting sloppy. The fight is tomorrow.” Heeseung says frustratedly and even a little worried. Jay rips his gloves off, tossing them to the side.

“Don’t you think I fucking know that?” Jay snaps. Heeseung grows angrier.

“What the fuck is your problem? Things ain’t going good with your girl?” Jay scoffs, taking a drag out of his water.

“I’ll take that as a yes, don’t fuck this up.” Heeseung says, walking away.

“Fuck you.” Jay spits, his breathing uneven.

Leaving him alone to rustle with his thoughts.

You’re at work when you overhear your coworkers talking about some fight in the lunch room.

“Man! You said you’d come! This is like the biggest fight ever!” He exclaims pointing at a paper. You blink and continue to eat your food.

“Who’s fighting again?” Another coworker asks and the guys eyes glint with excitement.

“The one and only RAS! Jongseong Park! Jay?” The guy says and your head snaps towards them.

Their words die out.

It couldn’t be your Jay right?

“Hey, can I see it?” You point to the paper and your coworkers stare at you confused.

“Uh sure.”

Your eyes almost bulge out your skull when you see Jay on the front of it, a lopsided grin on his handsome face adorning no shirt at all.

He was a boxer?!

Scratch that an underground fighter?! You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“They’re fighting tonight?” You say in disbelief and the guy hums.

“I didn’t take you as a boxing watcher?” The guy grins and you hum.

“My brother is obsessed with it.”

Is the last thing you say before making your way to your computer. Searching up Jay’s name and the fight to begin with. You find nothing other than small posts about it.

However you find a an address, matching the same one on the paper. It was less than fifteen minutes from your job.

You realize now that the topic of Jay’s occupation never was mentioned. But now it made sense, all of the injuries he’d have.

You can barely focus on your work for the rest of the day. Only on Jay and this fight that was coming up.

Immediately after you clock out you’re making your way to said address. It’s in a very sketchy part of the city. You can’t help but feel like a piece of meat with the way everyone stares you down. However you make it to the building and it looks like a motel.

“I’m here for the fight?” You say and the guy blinks at you.

“Fifty bucks.” He says and you sigh, sliding the cash over to him. He nods at the guards and they let you pass, opening a door.

As you walk down the stairs, screams and cheers grow louder. You gawk at just how big this place was. It was like an underground stadium! You quickly notice all of the banners, posters, cutouts, you name it, of Jay.

As you walk through the crowds, you’re being stared down once again. You understand why, you look too formal to be here. Most of the women wearing little to no clothing, you stood out like a thorn. The lights turn off and you gasp. Shining right in the middle of the ring. The crowd silencing.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment you’ve all been waiting for!” He yells and the crowd roars, claps, throwing drinks.

“This fight lasts ten rounds, each three minutes long. Make sure to place your bets because we’re ready to rumble!” He screams, further pumping up the crowd.

“Fighting out of the blue corner, Ethan, Boogieman Davis!” The crowd is filled with boos and cheers, the man raising his hands up, holding them near his ears.

“Out of the red corner. The one and only, Jongseong RAS Park!”

The whole ground shakes with the amount of people screaming for him. Jay smiles, raising his gloved hand and bowing.

“God he’s so fucking hot right!” A random girl nudges you and you blink at her.

“He must be so good in bed. All that stamina has gotta go somewhere.” She laughs and you flush.

As the round starts you’ve accepted that you can’t watch it. To scared to see the outcome or watch Jay get punched. So you roam around the place. You pass by the bar and what looks like to be a food court and the restrooms.

Until you find another set of stairs. You walk up them as the scream’s Ooo’s! and Ah’s begin to fade again. You find a hallway, doors littering them. As soon as you reach one of them, it opens. You freeze and the mystery person doesn’t stop until they see you.

“No fucking way.” Heeseung gawks. You blink at him and he hasn’t moved.

“W-What are you—How? Oh my god.” He freaks out, pacing and grabbing at his hair. You open your mouth to say something but he cuts you off, pushing you by your shoulders.

“Honey you need to leave like right now and act like you’ve never ever came here ok?” He says all rushed out and you stop spinning towards him.

“I’m not leaving.” You pout and he groans.

“If Jay sees you. I’m dead!” He emphasizes with his hands.

“Scratch that. He can’t see you.”

“Why?”

“He’ll lose! I don’t know what has happened between you but you have got him riled up and in a bad mood for the past two weeks! So if he sees you there’s no way he’s winning. And I need him to win!” Heeseung says almost desperately.

“Well I can’t leave.” Heeseung whines and looks down at you, nibbling on his lips.

“Fine! But you’re staying in here.” You open your mouth to protest but Heeseung isn’t having it.

“Stay. In. Here. You’re safer in here anyways.” He sighs.

“I gotta go, Jay needs me.” He says, throwing an apologetic look your way and leaving without another word. Y

ou can still hear faint cheers and you sigh, your nerves all over the place.

Back down in the ring, it’s the 6th round. Both fighters are already battered up and even though Jay looked almost unscathed, he has a nasty gash on his eyebrow, due to the opponent “accidentally” headbutting him.

“You have to end this quick. He’s playing nasty, technically you’re winning by that point deduction but still. We want a knockout.” Heeseung says as a medic helps to clean and stop his cut from profusely bleeding.

The seventh round commences and without a second passing the “Boogieman” is delivering hard punch right to the Jay’s gash, making him stumble. The guy grins and doesn’t hesitate to land calculated punches on Jay.

He’s against the ropes, trying to block and evade any punches that are being thrown.

He’s so tired.

He wants to stop.

He wants it to be over.

Maybe if he just let one connect and lose it’d be fine.

His mind travels to you, your voice buzzing through him. ‘My Hero.’ You once said jokingly to him when he caught you from almost tripping. He smiles at the memory.

God did he miss you so fucking much.

At this time you both would probably be roaming the streets, getting snacks and cracking jokes. With the seventh round surely going to his opponent, Heeseung grows worried.

“Fuck, come on man. You gotta win this. If not for yourself, for Y/n.” Jay’s head snaps towards Heeseung and he gulps.

You’re with Jay all the time, when he’s home, training or even right now. You never leave his mind. Even though you don’t know this side of him, he’ll use you as his motivation.

That if he wins this, he’ll stop being a fucking coward and fess up his feelings for you, maybe even kiss you like he’s always wanted to.

So with the beginning of round eight, he lets his opponent land a couple of hits, reading his movements. It’s a risky play and Heeseung is practically shitting himself.

Right when his opponent goes into his mantra of rushed punches, Jay waits for an opening.

Stupid move.

The “Boogieman” had let his guard down, believing Jay wouldn’t do anything other than block. But in a moment Jay is ducking, turning his body, he’s delivering a nasty uppercut.

The whole crowd silences for a moment, sitting at the edge of their seats as the fighter hits the ground. The referee begins his counts and people begin standing up, counting with him. Jay breathes heavily, ready for sign that his opponent might get back up.

However the ref reaches ten, signaling the fight is over. The arena is louder than ever, as Jay smiles in relief, almost laughing. Heeseung and some people from their team join him in the ring, picking him up and cheering. With the announcer, both fighters and the referee between them.

“Our new lightweight champion by KO, Jongseong ‘RAS’ Park!” The announcer drags out, the referee holding his hand up as they wrap the belt around his waist. Jay smiles as the crowd chants his name, holding his belt. Jay gives a small speech, showing his respects to his opponent, the fight is over.

As quickly as victory is there it’s gone when Heeseung remembers you waiting in the locker room. The both of them walking up the steps.

“Jay.” Heeseung says and he turns around.

“What’s up.” He says stopping in front of the door. Heesung’s gives him an envelope.

“Y/n is here.” He almost whispers and Jay grows angry.

“Really man, that’s not fucking funny.” He rolls his eyes, beginning to turn the handle.

Heeseung stands with his head down as Jay opens the door and sees you standing there. The envelope falling from his hands.

He blinks once.

Then twice.

Then he’s turning around, definitely going to kill Heeseung.

“Wait!” You both yell and Jay freezes, his eyes snapping towards you. You stand there with a pout.

“Just, talk to me please. Deal with him later.” You mumble. Jay sends a glare to Heeseung.

“Leave.” He grits and Heeseung is gone in a flash.

Jay picks up the envelope and closes the door behind him. You watch as he sits on the bench, unwrapping his hands. You sigh at the cuts on his face. He doesn’t pay you any mind until you’re in front of him with a first aid kit.

“What’re you-” You hold his face and he blushes, eyes meeting yours.

You stare at him a little longer before you begin to open the box. You inspect the deep gash on his eyebrow. Your finger softly gliding around the skin.

“You’re gonna need stitches.” You whisper and he hums.

“Did you win?” You break the silence and he sighs.

“Mhm.” He says shortly, making you pout. You narrow your eyes and push the cloth with alcohol in to one of his cuts.

“Ah! What the hell!” He groans staring up at you.

“You ignore me for two weeks and you’re still mad? I don’t even know what I did!” You continue to pout as you tend to his wounds.

“I’m sorry.” He finally says.

“I’m being stupid.”

“Yea you are.” He narrows his eyes at you and you smile.

“Actually I have a right to be mad. Why are you here.” He frowns, crossing his arms.

“What? You didn’t want me finding this out? The one and only RAS?” You tease and he groans.

“You don’t care?” He grows a little conscious.

“No? It’s hot anyways.” He blushes again and you smile, gliding your thumb along a cut in his lip.

“You should be happy. You won.” You say softly and he nods.

“Thanks to you.” He gazes up at you and blink.

“I thought of you, you’re like my only motivation.” He mumbles, now his ears and neck were red. You smile and swiping his hair out of his face.

“You big sap.” You laugh, biting your lip. His hands come up to rest on the small of your back, rubbing circles.

“I really like you.” He whispers and your heart clenches.

“And I’ve been such a fucking coward and when you mentioned that guy—I just.” You can’t help but smile.

“I like you to Park.” He rolls his eyes, you lean down and peck his lips.

His eyes widen, staring at you in disbelief. You smile cutely as you clean his cut, but he grabs your wrist. He stands up, caging you against the lockers. His hand cups the back of your neck, the other on your waist. He pulls you into another kiss. You both lose yourself in each other, your hands tightly gripping his tank top.

“Wanted to do this for so long.” He breathes against your lips. His hand slides down, gliding along your waist and back.

“Got so mad when you mentioned that guy.” He huffs, nibbling on your bottom lip. You gasp and he shoves his tongue in your mouth.

“M-My friend?” You question and he almost growls.

“Don’t care what he is. You’re mine.” He breaks away from your lips, planting kisses down your neck.

“J-Jay.” You moan, your hands gripping his hair.

He hisses, clamping his teeth down on your neck. You whine, craning your neck to give him more access as your hands drag down his chest. You finally feel the muscle and rigid of his abs, making you bite your lip.

“Please.” You whine and he smirks.

“What you begging for huh?” He whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe, you grip his shoulders and he grins.

He pats your thighs and you jump. He carries you with ease, setting you on the counter of the sink. His hands rub at your thighs as he slots himself between your legs, spreading them apart.

“Can I?” His hand rests on your shirt and you nod. He teasingly unbuttons it slowly one by one.

“Jay stop teasing.” You whine, tugging at his wrist.

“Such an impatient girl.” He smiles, sliding the shirt off of you. He immediately places kisses on the apple of your breasts, squeezing one of them.

“So fucking beautiful.” He whispers in to your skin.

“I’m gonna take these off okay?” He says, tugging at your slacks. You nod dumbly and he smiles, pecking your lips.

As he works off your pants you rake your nails along his abs, making him shudder. He drops down to his knees, placing kisses and sucking marks into your plush skin, massaging your thighs.

“Perfect, you’re so perfect.” He gazes up at you and you moan at the sight.

He peels off your panties, licking his lips upon seeing your glistening folds.

“Fuck pretty, you’re wet.” You whine in embarrassment, your hands shooting to cover your face and he laughs.

Licking a long achingly strip. You sigh, your thighs twitching. He cups the back of your knees, placing your legs on his shoulders. He sucks and nips at your clit, pretty noises leaving your mouth as your juices cover his mouth.

“Taste so sweet.” He groans and you flush at his words.

“S-Stop talking—ngh!” You moan as he inserts two fingers inside your greedy hole.

“What was that baby?” You whine, as he pumps them inside you, his arm flexing.

“You’re mean.” You whimper and he only smiles wider.

As his fingers move faster so does his tongue, flicking your bud. His lips so plump and fast.

“Jong—” You moan and he can feel his cock twitch.

“Fuck, say it pretty girl.” He pulls out his fingers and you pout at the emptiness until he’s replacing it with tongue. A guttural moan leaving you.

“Close! So close Jongie.” Your hole clenches around his tongue, only sucking him in.

He groans against you, only adding more stimulation, feeding the fire that you feel in your core. His hand moves up to rub your clit, he feels you flutter against him, your cunt spasming against him.

“Cumming!” You cry out, your legs closing around him as your hand tugs at his hair, riding his face. He licks and sucks up all your juices, rubbing soothing circles on the inside of your thighs.

“Did so good for me.” He says breathlessly, peppering soft kisses on the inside of your thighs, even one on your tummy.

Your head still fuzzy from your orgasm but you smile down at him. He gently slides your panties back on along with your pants. He wipes his face with one of his towels, placing a kiss on the side of your head.

“So does this mean I can take you out on a date?” He asks, his hands at your waist once again.

“After that performance, I can’t say no.” You grin, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“You’re talking about my fight or my mouth.” He grins as you shove him away.

“Who knew you were such a freaking tease.” You flush, his hands intertwining with yours.

“Still waiting on that answer angel.”

“You called me like a million names already.” You laugh and he smiles.

“Just seeing which ones I like more but they all suit you.” He smiles and you do too.

“Yes Jay, I’ll go on a date with you.” He pecks your lips, tasting yourself on his lips.

“It’s Jongseong to you or Jongie.” He grins.

“Just to be clear you’re mine right? I just don’t wanna ask you like this.” He raises his brows.

“Yes, I’m yours.” You laugh.

“All yours Jongie.” You drag out and he nuzzles his face in your neck.

“Atta girl.”

Heeseung😒

wrap it up dude

the owner is waiting for you two to leave

glad you made it to third base though;)

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tiramishoon · 7 months ago

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— stoner!jay who is your plug and makes sure you only get the best of the best.

— stoner!jay who rolls your blunts and places them between your lips and lights them for you so you never have to lift a finger.

— stoner!jay who sits you on his lap during a smoke sesh, feeling you up while you take long hit from the bowl he packed for you.

— stoner!jay who lazily makes out with you with his hands on your hips, joint between his fingers and his name spilling from your lips.

— stoner!jay who smokes you out and doesn't even pause for a second until you're both properly feeling good.

— stoner!jay who blows his smoke in your face while you lay under him, clad in your panties and one of his old tees.

— stoner!jay who eats you out while you take hit after hit of his blunt he made just for you.

— stoner!jay who lets you hotbox his car before making you ride him in the backseat, fogging the windows up to hell.

— stoner!jay who texts you to come over and smoke with him just so he can see you and watch you fall apart on his cock.

— stoner!jay who is convinced he'll never have anyone quite like you again, and he'll do anything to make you his.

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen x you #enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #enhypen jay #jay x reader #jay smut #park jongseong #jongseong x reader #jay drabbles #jay scenarios #enhypen drabbles #— jongseong drabbles.

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enha-stars · 4 months ago

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Meddle About ; P. Jongseong

I'd take you back to my house, so we could meddle about

Pairing: Boyfriend!Jay x F!Reader

Synopsis: Jay’s been a bit busy at work and hasn’t given you the attention you deserve, and now, you’re making him work for it. No problem, he loves the chase. (7.7k)

Warnings: Porn with almost no plot at all, SMUT, p in v, MDNI, alcohol, clubbing, kissing, praise, fluff, minor exhibitionism (in da club), oral (fem), spit, reader is shorter than jay, overstimulation, teasing, pet names, yn lowkey a brat, (minor) brat!tamer Jay, reader has long-ish hair, fingering, think that’s it!

A/N: Gasp! She’s alive! Yes, I am. Barely. But! I wanted to get something out before Ramadan (lol) and originally Jake's hands were making me feel some type of way but then Jay... yeah. Anyways. Enjoy! Sorry if it sucks. Reblogs appreciated!

The warm steam still clings to your skin as you step out of the bathroom, a towel loosely wrapped around your body. Your damp hair drips onto your bare shoulders as you walk into your dimly lit bedroom, the soft glow of the city skyline filtering through the window. A slow, sultry beat hums through your speaker, something from your ‘Sexy Nite’ playlist that you can’t even name but it lulls you to sway your hips in rhythm, moving to the vanity.

You take your time, dragging a shimmering body oil over your legs, watching the sheen catch the low light. The scent of vanilla and amber lingers in the air as you smooth it over your collarbones, letting the moment stretch, relishing in the quiet anticipation of the night ahead. It has been a busy week, meetings and presentations getting the best of you, but for now, it’s just you, the music, and the slow, deliberate ritual of getting ready.

A night out on a warm Friday was all you needed to drown out the misery and exhaustion of the week. You weren’t originally going to accept, choosing to stay home with your boyfriend but when he texted you, letting you know that his meetings are running later than usual, you accepted the invitation.

You slip into a purple lace bralette, fingers trailing along the delicate fabric, thinking back to the time you had first bought it, the way it was gently stripped from your body by Jay, his eyes lingering on it, long enough for you to buy a few more. You reach for the top draped over your chair and just as you’re about to pull it over your head, you hear a faint click of the front door unlocking.

Then, footsteps.

“Baby?” Jongseong’s voice, low and tired from the day, echoes down the hall. At the sound of his voice, one you hadn’t had the chance to hear today, your lips curved into a small smile, an ease settling into your bones.

Before you can respond, he steps into the doorway and his eyes land on you, frozen mid-motion, the top still halfway in your hands. You turn to face him, a soft smile on your lips, and his gaze, once tired, darkens, slowly raking over your figure. The exhaustion from his day evaporates instantly, replaced by something huskier, something that makes the air in the room heavier, despite the seeping steam from the bathroom.

“Shit” he exhales, his voice thick with something you recognize all too well. His tie is already loosened, sleeves pushed up, but now his fingers flex at his sides, like he’s debating whether to close the space between you.

He hasn’t seen you all day, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead as he ran out the door this morning. He’s missed you, he always misses you, so as soon as his meeting finished, he flew out the door and sped home, hoping to catch you before you left.

A smirk tugs at your lips as you slip the top over your head, watching his jaw tighten, his eyes lingering a second too long. You bought this top, black and lace, with him a few weeks ago. He made you try it on and then he took it off you in the changing room, mumbling against your skin about how beautiful you looked.

“Hi, baby. You’re home early,” you murmur, turning back towards the mirror, pretending not to notice the way he’s still looking at you like he wants to ruin your plans for the night. You would’ve let him, but you were feeling a bit mean tonight.

Jay exhales a slow, amused breath, leaning against the doorframe, head tilted slightly as he watches you. You catch his eye in the mirror briefly and have to look away instantly because the heat in his eyes, the love and promise, was enough to make you cave.

“Yeah,” he says, voice rough. “Lucky me.”

He blinks slowly, trying to ease the want and desire that drips out of him. He’s not sure why he’s having such a visceral reaction to you, but he knows it could be anything. A combination of your body wash, the sight of you in that top, or just you, looking so pretty and relaxed.

You pretend not to notice the way Jay’s gaze lingers, hot and unrelenting, as you turn back toward the chair where the rest of your outfit is laid out. The music pulses through the room, wrapping around you like a second skin, heightening the thick tension that settled in the room.

With knowing slowness, you reach for your mini skirt, sliding it up your legs inch by inch, smoothing the fabric over your hips. It’s a little tight, tighter than you would like, but with the way his eyes were drinking you in, you knew you couldn’t change it. You can feel his stare like a touch, burning into every movement you make. The hemline barely covers what it should, and when you glance at him through the mirror’s reflection, his jaw is locked tight, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip like he’s trying to keep himself in check.

You loved this look on him, the loose constraint, the way his lips were pinched tightly, almost as tight as his jaw. It made his tanned skin glisten, the veins in his arms making an appearance. He looked absolutely edible.

Jay breathes sharply, then lifts his hands to his collar, tugging his tie looser with slow, measured movements. The silk slides between his fingers as he pulls it off completely, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he watches you shift, adjusting your skirt in place. He has half a mind to usher you to bed, using his tie to keep you from squirming.

“That’s the outfit for tonight?” His voice is rough, deeper than before. His throat is parched and he feels like a bitch in heat but he can’t help it when you look like that, when you look at him like you want to eat him as much as he wants to eat you.

Your smile twists into an innocent pout and you finally turn to face him. “Yeah. Why? You don’t like it?” You can see the physical evidence of how much he likes it, but you wanna hear it.

Jay lets out a low chuckle, but there’s no humour in it—just heat, thick and dark in his tone. He pushes off the doorframe and takes his time walking further into the room, every step heavier than the last, like a predator closing in.

“I like it,” he answers quietly, eyes never leaving you.

“You look beautiful.”

He sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, one arm resting on his knee while the other rakes through his hair. He looks devastating like his—tie abandoned, top buttons undone, sleeves pushed up, the definition of dangerous, divine, and delicious. You want nothing more than to push him back on the bed and kiss his skin, knowing how he’d taste. Like oakwood and sweat.

You swallow the lump of heat in your throat, heart thrumming in sync with the low string-heavy song playing. “Are you going to shower? I thought you were tired.” You were baiting him, he knew it, but he couldn’t help but want the hook anyways.

Jay tilts his head, watching you carefully. “I was.” His lips curl into a smile, something sinful. “Then I walked in on my girl looking like this. And suddenly, I’m not so tired anymore.”

You step towards the vanity, pretending to focus on your jewelry, but the weight of his gaze makes it impossible to do anything. He’s in full control of the room without even trying, and when he leans back slightly, one arm keeping him up and one running a hand along his thigh, you know exactly where this is going.

“You weren’t planning on coming,” you say, reminding him as you fasten a gold necklace around your neck, one he had bought you for your birthday.

Jay hums in agreement, rubbing his jaw, his fingers grazing his bottom lip. “Changed my mind.”

You raise a brow at him through the mirror, amusement and knowingness dancing in your expression. “Oh? And why’s that?”

His tongue swipes across his lip again before he finally stands, closing the space between you in a few strides. His hands find your waist, fingers grazing the bare skin between your top and skirt, pulling you in just enough to feel the heat radiating off his body.

“Because,” he says, his lips brushing just over the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “There’s no way in hell I’d miss seeing you in this little outfit.”

Your fingers play with the strings of your top, struggling to breathe for a moment before you meet his eyes in the mirror, the heat of his body seeping into yours. His scent wraps around you like a second skin and you breathe him in.

“Hook this for me?” You ask him, voice softer now, laced with something breathless. You push your hair to one side, exposing your semi-bare back to him.

Jay exhales through his nose, a quiet but familiar sound, but you hear the way his breath stutters slightly. His hands find your back, warm and steady as he sliders the clasp into place. His touch lingers, fingers grazing along the curve of your spine before trailing lower, skimming over the exposed skin above your skirt.

“Are you doing this on purpose or am I losing mind?” His voice is rough, strained.

You bite your bottom lip, suppressing a smirk, but before you can say anything, his hands tighten on your waist, pulling you back until your spine meets his chest. You gasp, just slightly, but he catches it, revels in it.

“Missed you, baby,” he breathes, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss just behind your ear. “I’m sorry I’ve been so fucking busy. Haven’t had a second to touch you.”

His words send a shiver down your spine but settle your heart. You had been busy too, but you were still home sooner than him and he knew it. His hands start to roam, slow, pressing, like he’s relearning every inch of you. The tension between you both becomes suffocating. He palms your hips, thumbs pressing into the dip of your waist before sliding down over your thighs, gripping at the soft flesh.

Before you can react, he moves.

In one smooth motion, he forces you to step back with him, turning you, and pulls you down onto his lap, your back flush against his chest. His hands find their place again, gripping, kneading, taking his time. You feel him everywhere. The heat, the need, the way he’s been holding back for days.

You press your hands against his thighs, fingers curling into the fabric of his dress pants. Your head falls back just as his hands inch towards your breasts. Your mouth feels dry and there’s heat pooling in your stomach.

With one firm movement, he lifts you slightly, maneuvering you off his lap and onto the bed, your ass hitting the plush covers. A small whimper escapes your mouth, so incredibly turned on by his sheer strength, the way his entire body reacts to you. Just as you blink away the need that clouds your eyes, Jay sinks down to his knees in front of you, his hands slowly trailing down your thighs as he looks up at you, spreading your legs so he slots himself between them.

Your breath hitches. “Jay–” There’s need in your voice, clear as day, and he smiles at you sweetly, a dark contrast with the blistering heat in his eyes.

His fingers press into your thighs as his lips ghost over the inside of your knee. “Please?”

You wet your lips and almost nod, but just as his lips press against the skin of your knee, you inched your foot up and pressed it against his chest, pushing him back. He looks up at you with bright eyes.

“I don’t wanna be late, Jay. If you’re coming with me then you need to change.” You cup his cheek and stand, sliding your hand into his hair and patting his head. You brush your calf against him as you walk back into the vanity, picking up your rings.

You watch him through the mirror, the way his shoulders drop and he exhales a long breath. He pushes himself up and glances at you, unbuttoning his shirt. His smile is sharp, borderline threatening.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

The city lights blur past in neon streaks as Jay drives, one hand gripping the wheel while the other rests on your bare thigh. His fingers flex every so often, tightening slightly, like he’s reminding himself that you’re right there. That he can touch, but only so much.

He knows the game you’re playing. He knows you're teasing him, testing him, simply riling him up so when he does taste you, when he does slide into you, you’ll understand how much he misses you, how much he loves you.

You shift, crossing your legs deliberately, your skirt riding up just enough to make his grip tighten. Just because he knows what you’re doing and that he accepts it, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t effect him. He’s losing his mind.

He doesn’t look at you, just clenches his jaw, the muscle feathering under his skin as his fingers press into your thigh. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he mutters, voice low and dark.

You hum, leaning slightly towards him. “Maybe.”

Jay exhales a loud breath, adjusting his grip on the wheel, but you see the way his knuckles whiten. He still wants to be here with you, still wants to play along, even as frustration simmers just beneath the surface. He’s not sure how long he can last.

When he finally pulls into the club’s parking lot, the tension between you is thick, electric. The second the car is in park, Jay shakes his head, lips twitching in amusement. “You’re a menace.”

Instead of answering him, you lean forward and press a soft kiss to the edge of his lips. “I’m glad you’re here, Jay.”

His eyes and exterior soften and he lifts his hand, resting it gently on your cheek. He brushes the skin under your eyes lightly, afraid he might mess up your makeup, and guides your lips to his.

The kiss is soft, his pink lips moving against your glossy ones. He pulls away too quickly, like he’s afraid he won’t be able to stop if it continues. “Me too, baby.”

The moment you step inside, the club’s atmosphere crashes into you–thich bass pounding through the floor, music loud enough to drown out every other sound. The air is heavy with heat, bodies moving in sync, the scent of liquor and perfume mixing together in a way that makes your head spin.

You’re glad you’re busy enough to only accept a few invitations a month, if that. The club scene isn’t one you love, but it is nice once in a while.

Jay moves behind you, a steady presence as you weave through the packed space. His hand finds your lower back, warm and firm as he presses against you, guiding you through the throng of bodies towards the bar, where your friends are waiting.

Jake and Sunghoon spot you first, both grinning as you approach. Jake pulls you into a quick hug as Sunghoon slaps Jay on the back, teasing him about his new promotion. Letting you go, Sunghoon pulls you into a quick hug and only frowns when you mess up his hair a bit. Jake has his arm around Jay’s shoulder, a bright smile on his face.

“Glad you could make it, dude,” Sunghoon says, a small smile on his face. “It’s been a while.”

You watch as Jay’s shoulders relax, as the music enters his skin and the stress melts from his body. His smile is genuine and your heart flutters at the sight. “Thanks, man.”

Before you can say anything, Jay leans in, Jake’s arm dropping, his lips brushing against your ear, voice thick and warm against your skin. “I’ll get our drinks,” he murmurs, his hand giving your waist one last squeeze before he pulls away.

You nod, barely getting the chance to respond before Giselle suddenly appears, grabbing your wrist with a bright, excited grin. “Y/n! You’re here! Come on,” she shouts over the music, eyes gleaming. “We’re dancing.”

You only have enough time to toss Jake your purse before she’s pulling you into the sweaty crowd. She pushes through bodies with her elbows until she reaches Karina, shouting your arrival. Karina pulls you into a quick hug and immediately starts swaying her hips.

The music takes over, and soon, you’re moving, letting go. The bass pulses in your chest, and the rhythm controls your every step. Giselle laughs, spinning you, before pulling your hips against hers. Karina quickly finds someone that captures her attention but stays close. You three are completely lost in the music.

And you don’t notice Jay watching.

He stands by the bar, drink in hand, but his gaze is locked onto you, his grip tightening around his glass as he slowly brings it to his lips. The club’s neon lights flicker across his sharp features, highlighting the way his eyes darken as he watches you move.

It’s like you’re completely unaware of the effect you have on him. But he knows that you know.

Jake and Sunghoon notice. Jake nudges Sunghoon, tilting his head towards Jay. “Dude, look at him.”

Sunghoon raises a brow. “Oh, he’s completely whipped.” They both snicker, knowing what he would have said if he had heard their conversation.

Jay doesn’t even register them.

Because you’ve just caught his gaze.

And you smile.

It’s subtle, enticing, but it’s enough. His jaw flexes again and before he can think twice, he throws back the rest of his drink, setting the empty glass down with finality.

To Jake and Sunghoon’s shock, Jay moves. He mutters something about your drink, how he’ll buy you a new one, and moves through the crowd, through the flashing lights and moving bodies, straight to you.

You don’t notice at first, not until you feel the warmth of his hands, strong and sure, as they find your hips from behind. You can recognize him by touch alone and a sharp inhale catches in your throat as he pulls you back against him, pressing close, the heat of his body settling against yours.

“You’re fucking killing me here, princess.” His voice is low, right against your ear, thick with amusement and something darker.

You smile, pressing yourself into him as you roll your hips in time with the music. “Took you long enough.”

He laughs quietly, fingers tightening around you. You bring your hand to his neck as he moves against you, not as smooth, but still to the beat. He’s pushing your back flush against his chest and when your ass perfectly brushes against his hard-on, his hips jerk into you.

Gasping, you spin in his arms, needing to look at him, needing to watch the way his eyes dance with different emotions, so much more expressive than the rest of him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he slots one of his legs in between yours.

He’s guiding your hips back and forth, finding his own rhythm. His jean-clad thigh brushes closely against your pussy and your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. He watches you carefully, taking in every single twitch of muscle and movement. His grin widens when you start playing with the hair at his nape, pulling him closer, until your lips are just shy of touching. His breath is heavy, warm against your mouth, and his eyes make your stomach clench in want.

His hands slide lower, fingers splaying over the small of your back before he drags them down your ass, squeezing once. Your head falls into the crook of his neck and the friction, the heat, its dizzying, almost too much, but not enough all at once.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy, Y/n. You know that?”His thumb dips below your skirt and massages the skin there. His breath is hot against your ear as he angles his body, making sure his dick rubs right against your pussy. “Bet you’re just as wet for me as I am for you.”

He nibbles on your ear, dragging his tongue across the lobe.

You tilt your head up, eyes glazed. You knew what you were getting into when you pushed Jay away back home, but you didn’t think he’d let you continue your little game. You should have known better. Here you were, underwear almost ruined as he nips and licks your skin.

He uses one of his hands to lift you a little higher, presses you harder against him as his fingers graze the skin of your inner thigh. “Will you let me check, baby?” His voice is sinful, borderline gravel.

You can only nod, too buzzed by the music and his scent, the heat of his body, to answer him. You knew if you opened your mouth, you’d moan out his name and you had some shame. Even without any alcohol, your mind was hazy, overcome by lust and desire.

Jay smirks against your head as you continue to grind against him. There’s so many bodies pressed up against you both but he only cares about you, about the way your nails dig into his scalp as his fingers inch closer to your heat.

He can feel the slight stickiness before he reaches your cunt and he bites back a groan. Here he was, losing his mind, and you were dripping for him on a dance floor. Matching your pace, he waits until your hips press against his pelvis and then he brushes his index finger against your underwear, eyes rolling into the back of his at how wet you are.

He does it once more, arm tightening around you as your legs shake. He doesn’t press hard enough to offer you any relief, simply brushes against it featherly, but it's enough to coat both his fingers.

He removes his hand, dropping your skirt before lifting it to his mouth. You watch him with wide eyes, a sight to behold. He looks so sinful, lips curved into a devilish smile as the lights bounce on his sweaty skin.

His arm is still around your waist as he lowers his slick coated fingers to your lips, a full blown smile spreading on his face when you tilted your head, mouth parting in invitation. He touches your bottom lip with his fingers before sticking them in his mouth. His eyes flutter at the taste and you watch with dazed amazement as he sucks his fingers clean, eyes hooded as they stare you down.

You can’t help the small whimper that leaves your mouth and it has Jay surging forward, capturing your lips with his. His lips move roughly against yours, nothing like the sweet kiss you shared in the car. He licks your bottom lip and slips his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your groan as you taste yourself on his tongue.

He cups your cheeks and deepens the kiss, not a single thought in his head besides you and how much he loves you and all the things he’d like to do to you. You nip at his lips before kissing down his throat. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tries to keep still as you suck on his skin. When you lick his skin once more, he knows he’s had enough.

Threading his fingers into your hair, he pulls as gently as he can to pull you away from his skin. You look up at him with plump lips, covered in spit, eyes wide and blinking. He tilts your head and kisses you once before his lips are pressed against your ears.

“Please, princess, let’s go home. Let me take care of you properly.” Despite the desire that drips from his words, you hear the plea, the need. He’s never, not once, let things get this far before he’s made you cum on his tongue.

Hurriedly, you nod at him, your own need evident in the way you clutch his shirt. “Yes, okay, let’s go.” Hand still on the neck of his shirt, you step into the crowd but he tugs you back, arm wrapping around you.

“What about your friends?” His eyebrows are furrowed and you have no idea how he’s thinking about anything that isn’t your pussy or his dick but your eyes soften and you pat his cheek.

“I’ll text them.” You clear your throat, trying to look as composed as Jay. “Though, they can probably guess.” Eyes raking over him, you take back your words. He doesn’t look composed, not at all. His hair is slightly messy and his thin sweater is all rumpled.

“Okay, baby,” he says, taking a step forward and guiding you through the sea of bodies, hand in hand. He doesn’t spare Jake and Sunghoon a single look as he pulls his keys out of his jeans.

Hiding a bright smile, Jake tosses your purse to you and you simply wave, too embarrassed to look them in the eye. Jay rests his hand on your lower back as he guides you out of the club and outside, taking your purse with his other hand.

Once you get to his car, he looks down at you and there’s a wicked glint in his eyes. He unlocks the car before he places the keys in your hand. You look up at him in question and he shrugs as he opens the driver door for you.

“I’m drunk.” He states, simply, eyes ablaze.

You clutch the keys tightly, already coming to terms with his plan. “You had one drink, Jay.”

He smiles at you, dimple forming. He leans against the car, arms crossed. You swallow, breathing heavily. Under the moonlight, he’s glowing. He looks so handsome, so fucking beautiful and you’re about to lose your mind.

“There’s still alcohol in my system, baby. Can’t risk your safety, can I?” His words are sweet, but with the way he tilts his head, licking his lips, you know that your safety isn’t the only thing on his mind.

When your shoulders drop in defeat, he pushes off the door and raises an eyebrow at you. Sighing, you quickly made it to the drivers side and sat in, trying to adjust your skirt. Jay leans down and grabs the seatbelt, face close as he buckles you up. The faint click rings in your ear when his eyes meet yours and before you can lean over and kiss him, he moves back and gently shuts your door.

You blink at the space he just occupied before taking in a deep breath. It was only a ten minute drive. You could do this. All you had to do was ignore him and the wetness between your legs and then you’d beg him to fuck you.

Jay slides into the passenger seat and clicks his seatbelt into place. He watches you out of his peripheral vision as you start the car and pull out. He watches the way your throat bobs and your fingers shake on the wheel.

He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue to suppress an amused laugh. You look the way he looked driving here. A small, miniscule part of Jay reveled in it. In the way you kept squeezing your thighs shut, glancing at the rearview mirror when you had the urge to look at him.

“You okay there, baby?” Jay sounds genuine and you know he is, he always is, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a twinge of mockery in it.

“Just perfect,” you grit out, turning at the light.

“Yeah?” He rests his hand on your thigh, an innocent enough gesture if you hadn’t just almost cummed on his fingers in the club. His thumb starts rubbing your skin and you exhale sharply, trying your best to focus on the road.

His fingers inch towards your heat slowly and you unconsciously spread your legs, skirt hiking up even further. He smiles at the way your body responds to him and grazes his nails close to your cunt.

“Jay,” you whisper, a bit broken and a bit out of breath. “Please.” You meet his eye for less than a second before gripping the wheel harder, eyes back on the road.

He leans back in the passenger seat, legs spread. His bulge is incredibly noticeable and it’s taking everything in you not to acknowledge it. His index finger brushes against the soaked and thin fabric and he tsks. “Are you dripping all over my seats, Y/n?”

You don’t respond and he chuckles, eyes bright. He uses two fingers and slides them across your covered lips, eyes zeroing on the arousal that has soaked your underwear and slowly drips onto his seats. Your legs shake and he presses the palm of his hand into your thigh, keeping you still.

“Focus on the road,” he murmurs, voice low but curt. It has you squirming but you listen anyways, gripping onto the steering wheel for dear life.

Slowly, Jay uses his middle finger and hooks your underwear to the side. It’s sticky and ruined and he’ll definitely be pocketing them later, but for now, they’re in the way. He slides his middle finger between your folds, back and forth, mesmerized, before he watches your greedy cunt swallow up his long, bony finger to the knuckle.

Your entire body jerks forward and a breathy moan escapes your lips, eyes fluttering at the first intrusion into your pussy in days. You’re gasping as Jay slides his finger in and out of your pussy slowly before curling it, pressing just enough pressure to have you leak arousal all over his hand and leather seats.

Just as he picks up the pace and you almost swerve the car, he pulls out and you yell, tears of frustration on your lash line. He presses on your clit once, grinning ear to ear at the moan that rips out of you.

He pulls his hand away completely and sticks his finger into his mouth, staring at the side of your head the entire time. He makes sure to make a show out of it, swirling his tongue around just like he would in your cunt, purposefully being noisy.

You’re shaking, legs trembling as you turn onto your street. The sight of your apartment is enough to have you press down on the gas, not caring about the speed limit or how Jay sighs at your behaviour.

“Watch your speed, baby. There’s cops on this street.”

He leans closer to you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, fingers brushing against the shell of your ear.

“You’re so fucking mean,” you whisper, voice broken and hoarse. You’re not really thinking as you say it, more focused on pulling into your designated spot without crying or cumming.

Jay simply raises an eyebrow at your words, a slow smirk pulling at his lips. “Am I?”

Your heart jumps at his words and you put the car in park. You keep your eyes forward when both of your words registar in your mind and your head snaps to look at him, an apology on the tip of your tongue but he’s already out the door.

You watch helplessly as he rounds the car and opens your door. You say nothing as he undoes your seatbelt and gingerly pulls you out of your seat. You try to ignore the way your thighs stick to the seat or the sheen you leave behind, focusing on Jay’s hand wrapped tightly around yours.

Wordlessly, he gently guides you inside your building, still holding your purse with that small smile on his face. You look up at him and he looks down at you as you wait for the elevator. You part your lips, ready to apologize, when the doors open and he pulls you in.

Pressing the button to your floor, he leans against the elevator wall, still holding your hand. You look down at your joined hands, at how soothing it feels to have his strong, slightly calloused hand in yours. Jay watches you, a softer smile on his lips when you bring your joined hands to your lips and kiss his knuckles.

It says everything you haven’t yet.

Following your lead, before you can drop your hands, he lifts them to his mouth and kisses your knuckles, eyes staring directly into yours. Then, he kisses the back of your hand before slowly dropping them, eyes focusing on the elevator doors again.

You swallow the lump in your throat and press yourself into his side. If he wasn’t mean earlier, he definitely will be later. You purse your lips, want and desire leaking out of you, dripping down your legs.

Finally, the elevator dings open and he’s pulling you towards your apartment, footsteps fast as you try to match his pace. When your door comes into sight you have the urge to fall to your knees and beg Jay for forgiveness. He unlocks the door slowly, turning the key like he has all the time in the world and you unconsciously squeeze his hand in anticipation.

He pushes the door open and you stop breathing, mouth going dry. He doesn’t turn to look at you as he guides you into your home. You watch as he sets your purse on the little table, along with the keys and his wallet.

“Jay, baby, I’m–” He cuts you off by turning quickly and slamming his lips against yours, pushing you into the door, a hand on the back of your hand and hip. He swallows your gasp of surprise and kisses you ferociously, pressing his chest against yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back just as messily, teeth against teeth. He slips his tongue into your mouth and you clutch at his hair. He sucks on your tongue as he fits his leg between yours, his thigh once again, rubbing against your pussy.

You can barely breathe but you kiss him deeply, head falling back when he pulls away and begins kissing down your neck, nibbling and licking down your throat, hand unclasping your top and pulling it off of you, only pulling away to pull it off your head. His lips reattach to your neck and he kisses down to your collarbone, biting down on your skin. Your hands tighten in his hair and his grip on your hip becomes bruising.

You grind on his knee, moaning at the friction. Jay kisses up your neck before capturing your lips in another hated, messy kiss. His hand travels up your body and he slightly presses down on your throat sucking on your tongue before pulling away.

“I wanted to be mean. Show you how mean I really could be,” he pants into your mouth, lips hovering over your swollen, bruised ones. His thigh rubs against your pussy and you whimper, eyes opening. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead before brushing his nose against yours.

“But I missed you, baby. I’ll take care of you, yeah?” His voice is soft, loving, unmistakingly ridden with lust. He begins kissing down your body again, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses to the skin above your collarbone before he unclasps your bralette, tossing it on the floor.

His lips hover over the skin between your breasts and his eyes flicker up, meeting your dazed ones. “Did you miss me, princess?”

There’s tears in your eyes as you nod, sniffling from the overwhelming urge to cum and bare yourself open to him. “Yes, Jay, Gosh, I missed you so much.”

He smiles at you before kissing your skin, licking and sucking, swallowing the sweet taste of your sweat and vanilla. You were a mess above him, head thrown back and eyes sewn shut, incoherent mumbles and whimpers leaving your lips as you pull and scrape his hair at the nape of his neck. Your entire body is on fire.

Jay presses a soft kiss on one of your breasts, his fingers brushing the nipple of the other. He kitten-licks the aching bud before latching on, sucking and circling his tongue. His other hand pinches the other nipple before he latches onto that one. He jerks his leg upwards to give you more friction and you’re overwhelmed, almost to the point of hysteria and tears. You can feel your orgasm building up and you mutter something to him, something incoherent, but he knows.

Sinking to his knees, Jay looks up at you and you don’t even notice the bit of drool that drips down your chin. Your knees buckle at the look he gives you before he slowly pulls down your skirt and underwear, tantalizing and slow.

He lets the skirt drop and you step out of it. He stares at your dripping, glistening pussy with a hunger you don’t normally see. He wets his lips as his eyes darken completely and he surges forward and buries his face in between your thighs, nosing your clit. Your head hits the door when he inhales, almost crying out when he presses a wet kiss to your pussy.

He spreads your legs even further, gets impossibly closer. His nose brushes against your slick folds. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Prettiest pussy in the world, princess.” The vibrations of his words went straight to your core and you whine.

You pull at Jay’s hair and he moans as he licks a harsh stripe of your core. You arch your back at the feeling and he presses his face closer to your cunt as his tongue pushes in and out of your sopping hole, licking and sucking loudly. He drags his tongue along your pussy, holding your hips still as he sucks on your clit.

The tears in your eyes become heavier as he presses his nose against your clit and you moan out a broken, whiny version of his name as he laps up all your juice. The sounds he makes, the slurping and lip smacking has your legs shaking and you feel the tightness in your stomach, the orgasm that’s been building.

He curls the tip of his tongue upwards and you almost scream, tears falling down your cheeks at the sheer pressure of pleasure. “Yes, Jay, yes” you chant, not caring about who hears you. You begin feverishly moving your hips against his face and Jay grants into your cunt, making your insides vibrate. Your legs are pulsing and your walls clench around his tongue and he knows you're close.

Using one of his hands, he spreads your folds open wider and licks you even harsher, teasing your clit with his nose as he fucked his tongue into you. “Oh, Jay–” Your vision blurs as you moan, loud and broken, your stomach uncoiling as your orgasm washes over you and you gush all over Jay’s face.

He hums in pleasure as he continues to push his tongue into your pussy, greedily swallowing your juices. He licks and sucks until your legs begin to shake and you pull at his hair harshly, trying to pry him off you. You’re mumbling something, a string of sentences neither of you can decipher as he slows his tongue, kissing your cunt once.

You glance down at him and your legs buckle at the sight of him; eyes wide and hair wild as your cum and slick coats his face, his sun-kissed skin glowing with sweat as he smiles at you with swollen lips.

He licks the skin around your pussy, cleaning you up a bit and then kisses up your thighs. You thread your fingers into his hair and tug, he stands slowly and you pull his face to yours. His eyes rake over you, grinding slowly at the fucked out look on your face, the tears staning your cheeks, swollen lips, and wide pupils.

You tilt your head and kiss him, pressing your lips flush against his, licking his bottom lip, slipping your tongue into his mouth. You groan into his mouth as you taste yourself on his tongue. He deepens the kiss, holding your trembling legs up as you quickly pull his top over his head, working on undoing his belt.

You pull away from his lips and kiss down his throat, licking and sucking his skin. His hands work to undo his belt and his breath hitches when you kiss his adam’s apple, licking a long stripe of his neck. “Fuck, baby.”

He pulls the belt off, throwing it somewhere and undoes his jeans as you lick and bite his collarbones. He slides his jeans off, stepping out of them as you work your way up his neck. He wraps one hand around his hard, leaking cock and slides up and down once.

“Still okay, love?” Jay kisses your cheek, concern in his eyes. You kiss his chest and wrap your hand around his, squeezing the base of his cock, eyes widening when his entire body shudders.

“Fuck me, baby.” Your thumb brushes against his pink, leaking tip. “Need you so bad.”

Jay swallows and brushes the back of his hand against your cheek before he presses you into the door and slides his hand under your thigh before lifting your leg, urging you to wrap it around his waist.

Exhaling, Jay grips his cock and lines up with your entrance. The soft scrape of his tip against your pussy makes you both groan and he slowly pushes himself in. The satisfying tightening and burn of his veins against your gummy walls make you both moan in unison and his head falls into the crook of your neck as your pussy swallows his dick.

“Fuck,” he groans against your skin. “Fuck, baby, feels so good.” You press a soft kiss to his neck and he jerks his hips upwards, filling you to the brim. He kneads the flesh of your ass before he grips your hips tightly and thrusts in you.

He begins fucking into you at an unsteady pace, your jaw going slack from pleasure as his tip presses against your cervix, making your eyes roll back. You could feel every vein bulging against your walls as he pounds into you, your hands clawing at his back as his pace becomes rougher.

He sucks the skin of your neck, licking as he bites into your skin sharply, almost breaking skin, and you whimper loudly, tugging his hair. He hips have a mind of their own as he fucks into you roughly, bringing you both closer to your release, abdomens twisting and churning.

Your walls squeeze around his cock and desperation claws at him as he thrusts erratically and he pushes your body flush against his, forcing your hips to match his bruising pace as more slick poured from your cunt, down his legs, your needy moans mixing with his broken ones.

“I’m, oh, close–” you stutter out, eyes fluttering shut as Jay’s fingers brush against your clit. Your walls squeeze around him again and he feels the euphoria build in his chest. Stars dance around your eyes as he tilts his head and presses his lips against yours, mumbling against your lips.

“Cum for me, baby. Please, cum all over my cock,” his voice was desperate, sweet.

He thrusts into you a few more times and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you come undone for him, falling limp against him as your legs shake. Jay’s hands are all over your body, caressing your skin and mumbling sweet nothings to you.

His lips press soft kisses to your skin as you coat his dick in your cum, thrusting into you once more as warm ropes of his cum fill you up. He mumbles your name like a prayer as he continues to kiss you, continues to cum, filling you up. He’s hips are still moving slowly against yours as he fucks his cum into you, whispering quiet praises of love against your skin.

Your entire body is shaking and you can barely feel your legs and Jay slides both of his hands under your thighs before lifting you up, your legs wrapping around him securely as his dick twitches inside your sopping cunt.

When your eyes meet, he parts his lips to tell you he loves you, but you pull him into a burning kiss, tongues and teeth clashing. You moan into his mouth at the intimacy of it all–the way his cock is still buried inside you, the way your mixed juices leak out of you and down his legs, the gentle caress of his hands as he whispers loving praises into your mouth.

You pull away and your lips curve into a smile at the way Jay’s lips glisten, at the way he keeps his eyes shut for a moment longer before his eyes meet yours. You’re both sweating, panting, ignoring the fact that your neighbors definitely heard you. He smiles at you and you brush the hair sticking to his forehead.

“I love you, Jay.”

His eyes soften considerably and he presses his forehead against yours, nose brushing yours before he smiles. “And I love you, baby.”

You cup his cheek and a wicked, insatiable glint enters your eyes and Jay’s cock twitches inside you, making you both hum. You tilt your head and smile at him widely before grinding your hips against his, pulling a groan out of him.

“Now,” you press a kiss against his jaw. “Fuck me on the bed.”

Jay’s already moving to your shared bedroom, making sure to walk slowly as his cock slides in and out of you at the movement. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

“As you wish, princess.”

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hazelira · 7 months ago

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baby assistant at dada’s work (#2 of 2024)

The next morning, Jay found himself adjusting the tiny straps of your daughter’s pastel pink backpack while she stood on tiptoes, trying to peek at the shoes he was tying for her. Her little face lit up with excitement as she realized what the day had in store.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” you teased from the doorway, watching as Jay meticulously ensured every strap, buckle, and sock was perfectly in place.

He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “She’ll be the best assistant this office has ever seen,” he replied confidently. “Right, princess?”

Your daughter beamed, throwing her arms up. “Yes! I help Dada!” she cheered, her enthusiasm infectious.

He chuckled, lifting her into his arms. “Let’s go, then. Don’t let me down, assistant.”

When they arrived at the office, all eyes turned to the sight of the stoic and intimidating Jay walking in with his toddler perched on his hip. Her small hands clung to his shirt, and her curious eyes darted around the sleek, professional environment.

The first stop was the meeting room. Jay set her down on one of the oversized chairs, the leather swallowing her tiny frame. She kicked her feet, clearly enjoying her new throne.

“Dada, what dis?” she asked, pointing at the rows of binders and papers on the table.

“That’s work,” Jay replied, kneeling beside her. “Important stuff. But don’t worry—you don’t have to do any of it. You sit here and look cute.”

She giggled, covering her mouth with her little hands. “I can do dat!” she declared proudly.

The meeting began, and seeing Jay’s daughter in the room instantly softened the tense atmosphere. She sat quietly at first, content with the colouring book he’d brought for her. But halfway through the presentation, she got curious.

“Dada,” she whispered loudly, tugging on his sleeve. “Why dat man talk so much?”

The room went still, a few muffled chuckles escaping from Jay’s usually composed team. Jay glanced down at her, his lips twitching in an effort not to smile. “He’s explaining his work, sweetheart. It’s important.”

She tilted her head, clearly unconvinced. “But… too much words,” she muttered, causing another ripple of quiet laughter.

Jay smoothed a hand over her messy hair, his tone calm and indulgent. “That’s how work is sometimes. Lots of words.”

She scrunched her nose but nodded, returning to her colouring with a serious expression. The rest of the meeting continued with a much lighter atmosphere, the team occasionally glancing at the little girl who had somehow managed to charm their intimidating boss.

Later, at Jay’s, she sat on his desk while he reviewed some documents. She babbled happily about her favourite toys and how she wanted ice cream after work, her tiny feet swinging as she spoke. He nodded along, occasionally adding a “Really?” or “Wow!” as if her stories were the most important updates of his day.

“Dada,” she said suddenly, looking at him wide-eyed. ��Do you work every day?”

He looked up from his papers, her question catching him off guard. “I do. Why?”

She frowned her little brow furrowing. “Dat’s too much, Dada. You need pway time.”

He couldn’t help but laugh softly, setting his pen down. “You’re right, princess. I’ll make sure to take more playtime.”

“Pinky pwomise?” she asked, holding up her tiny pinky.

He smiled, hooking his pinky around hers. “Pinky promise.”

By the end of the day, Jay walked into the lobby with his daughter tucked under his arm, her head resting against his shoulder. She was exhausted but happy, her small hands clutching the colouring book filled with her masterpieces.

When you met them at the door, she lifted her head slightly, her sleepy voice bubbling with excitement. “Mama! I helped Dada at work!”

You smiled, brushing her messy hair back. “You did? I bet you were the best assistant ever.”

“She was,” Jay said softly, looking down at her with a warmth in his eyes that only grew when he saw the proud smile on her sleepy face. “The very best.”

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nephynes · 13 days ago

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really controlling and possessive bf jay and y/n cant even fight him cause he takes care and comforts her the best😛😛

honestly i need this icl

MDNI

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Your life started feeling less like your own and more like something curated by him a long time ago, polished and planned down to the last detail. Jay's hand is in everything. The apartment you live in, the clothes hanging in your closet, the yoga mat rolled neatly by the window—all filtered through his preferences. And he never hides it. He doesn't need to.

He buys you a car, a matte black one you never would've picked yourself, and had it delivered with a big ivory bow on top. Every Sunday, he takes it to get detailed himself, always filling the tank and slipping a couple hundred-dollar bills into the middle console. "For when I'm not around," he says like that ever happens.

You try to buy something small one afternoon—just a purse you thought was cute—and he spots it the moment you walk in the door. "That's ugly," he says flatly, already pulling out his phone to process the return. "I would've bought you something prettier if you told me you wanted a new one." And he means it. He already has the sales associate on the phone before you can argue.

Groceries? He's got someone delivering them. Fitness? You've got three classes a week—a private pilates class, spin, barre—prepaid months in advance. All you have to do is show up. He even checks your step count at the end of the day, not because he doesn't trust you, but because he cares. At least, that's what he says, murmuring it against your hair while you sit curled into him on the couch.

"Did you eat today?" You nod.

"What'd you have?"

"Um... a smoothie?" He raises a brow. "That's not food, baby."

You call him Jongie and that’s the only time he softens instantly, brushing your cheek with his thumb and kissing your jaw with a sigh. And no matter how controlling he gets, you can't ever seem to bring yourself to push back—because he's always right, always ready to comfort you, always doing everything in your best interest.

And when you do sulk, refusing to look at him because he replaced all your snacks with nutritionist-approved alternatives again, he just picks you up, sets you on the kitchen counter, kisses your knee, and says, "Tell me what you want, baby. I'll get it for you. But you're still eating clean first."

Jay doesn't just take care of you—he cultivates you. From the supplements he drops into your palm every morning to the fruit and water-rich dinners he insists on making himself "You're glowing, baby. That's me, you know that, right?", he treats you like something that belongs on display. Beautiful. Cared for. His.

And he proves it every time he pulls you into the sheets like it's part of some routine only he gets to orchestrate.

Tonight's no different.

The lights are dimmed low, music from his playlist murmuring through hidden speakers, something warm and slow. He moves you like he's practiced it and maybe he has. He spreads you open over those clean white sheets, kissing down your stomach, murmuring every now and then how soft you feel, how good you smell, how your skin tastes like strawberries and citrus because he planned for it to.

"See?" he murmurs between your legs, voice low and reverent as he presses his tongue against you like he's savoring a wine he aged himself. "Told you it'd be worth it. You taste so fucking good, baby—been feeding you right, haven't I?"

You whimper something incoherent, thighs twitching against his shoulders, but he just laughs quietly, gripping your hips harder to hold you still. "What? Can't speak now? I keep you so well-fed, so taken care of, and this is what I get? A little moan?"

And then he does it again. Deeper. Slower. Licking into you like he's dragging the flavor from a ripe piece of fruit, like you're something he grew, plucked, and peeled just for this.

It's intimate. Indulgent. Almost scary, how completely his you feel.

After, he's slow to move, wiping you clean with a warm cloth like always, murmuring praise against your skin while you tremble under the weight of his care. And then, like clockwork, he tucks you into his chest, kisses your hair, and pulls your favorite blanket over both of you.

"You need water," he says softly, thumb brushing your jaw. "That body's mine—I'm not letting it run low on anything."

You nod, still hazy, and he presses another kiss to your forehead, already reaching over to grab the bottle he placed by the bed earlier.

It's always there. Everything you need—before you even know you'll need it. Because Jay doesn't just love you. He maintains you. Like he'd fall apart if you ever stopped letting him.

His hand tightens a little. "You are my favorite thing I've ever taken care of."

And he means it. He handles every piece of your life because no one else does it right. He books your appointments—your facials, your blowouts, your waxes.

He gives you everything. So the moment someone makes you cry, he doesn't just get angry. He gets offended.

Because how dare anyone break something he's worked so hard to keep whole?

You weren't trying to test him. Not really. But he'd been so busy lately, all wrapped up in meetings and deadlines and reschedules, and you were starting to feel like a side piece in your own relationship.

So when that friend—the one you know he hates—invited you out for dinner, you said yes. You didn't tell him. You didn't post. You just went.

You even turned off your location. But then you get worried when he doesn’t text or call

You come home to low lights and silence. Jay's on the couch, in all black, one arm stretched across the backrest and a glass of neat whiskey in his hand. The fireplace is on. The air feels wrong.

"Hey," you start softly, stepping out of your shoes.

"Turn around." You freeze.

"Phone," he says. Still quiet. Still calm. "Now."

You hesitate for a second too long, and his eyes lift to meet yours. They don't flicker or even blink.

"You can tell me where you were, or I can find out."

And you know he will so you hand it over. He doesn't scroll—he taps. Opens your texts, your maps history, your hidden album. He already knows, he just wants to see.

When he finally sets your phone down, he doesn't speak. Just pats the cushion beside him. You sit slowly, heartbeat in your throat. Jay doesn't look at you. He just tips his glass and says, "You think I do all this for fun?"

Your brows furrow. "All what—?"

"This." He gestures vaguely. "Pay your bills. Buy your food. Dress you. Keep track of you. Do you think I do that because it's easy?"

"I didn't think—"

"No," he cuts in, soft but sharp. "You didn't."

And then he finally turns to face you. His voice drops even lower. "You turned off your location for someone I told you not to see. After everything I do to keep you safe. After every time I warned you."

He exhales through his nose, slow and furious. "I treat you like something precious, and you act like you're disposable."

You flinch..

"Look at me," he says. You do. His voice softens a little—but only in volume. "I take care of everything so you don't have to think about this world the way I do. I watch for every little danger, every little manipulation, so you don't have to. That's what I do. And all I ask—all I fucking ask—is that you let me."

Silence.

He slides his hand over your thigh. Warm and heavy. "I know you think it's too much sometimes. I know you think you're still independent. But baby, that ended a long time ago." You blink up at him, lips parting.

"You belong to me. All of you. Even your time. Even your disobedience."

His thumb presses just above your knee, right where your dress ends. "I'm not mad you went," he murmurs. "I'm mad you lied."

You feel your throat tighten. "I won't punish you," he adds. "You're already punishing yourself. I can see it all over you."

You nod. You are. You hate the ache in his voice.

He softens just enough to let you fold into him, burying your face in his chest like you always do.

But then—he adds, "She won't be part of your life anymore. You know that, right?”

It's not a question. He rubs your back, gentle again. Like nothing even happened. Like he didn't just remind you of how deep his hold really goes.

He loves you. Intensely. But that love comes with weight.

So when your private pilates instructor gives you a rare, tight smile at the end of today's session and says,

"He'll be pleased,"

Your heart soars.

Because you need him to be.

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• a/n: guys i want this for MYSELF

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doucious · 15 days ago

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ㅤㅤ𝗘𝗬𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗬ㅤ﹐ㅤ𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗃𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀

ㅤㅤ𝟕𝟕𝟕───you’re really a sight for sore eyes.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄ㅤꕀㅤbusiness man ! jongseong x fem ! readerㅤ ៸៸ ㅤMINORS DO NOT INTERACT ｡⠀age gap ( jay is in his late thirties & reader is in her twenties ) fingering, unprotected sex, he is a little mean ( calls reader a slut one time )ㅤ

˘ᗜ˘ㅤgoodness gracious whatever this is .. enjoy i guess i forgot what was even happening at some point

crisp suits, slicked back hair, money talks and elite deals— jay was all about business, and you— his business partner’s pretty daughter doing her internship at her dad’s own company.

he needs to stop, you’re way younger, even though it never stopped him from fantasising about fucking you in secrecy, jerking off at the mere thought of pretty moans rolling off your tongue like melodies.

and you’ve been so good, incredibly smart and kind, always eager to learn— doe eyed and curious smiles laced with a silver of pure innocence that makes him want to ruin you.

your father would lose his mind if he knew the things that plague his mind when it comes to you, and jay would lose his life if your dad ever found out how he fucks his pretty little daughter on his own work desk.

“spread your legs, angel,” jay whispers close to your ears, one hand on your hips while the other deep between your legs. there’s a smug grin on his face when you oblige with a whimper, arching off the desk when he slides two fingers inside you. “fuck, ease up, princess. you’re going to snap my fingers,”

your face is burning, not sure if it’s from the pure filth he’s whispering in your ears or the way his fingers pump in and out of your cunt. his other hand ghosts up your hips and wraps around your tit, finger flicking over your hardened peak.

your eyes squeeze shut, fingers sinking and curling exactly where you’re the most sensitive— he has your sweet spots memorized like clauses of a contract.

his finger teases at the nipple, pinching and rubbing over it with his thumb while the other presses against the sensitive spot in the back of your walls, drawing pretty little whines from you.

it has always been a blessing to have you around. he had his eyes on you ever since you joined in on the internship.

“j-jay, i’m close—”

“already?” he gasps mockingly, leaning down to press open mouthed kisses up the column of your throat, taking your earlobe between his teeth and tugging slightly. “we’ve barely gotten started,”

you’re lucky you both clocked in earlier than most of the staff or else, they might hear every mewl and whimper you let out as his fingers pump into you faster, at an unforgiving pace.

“i’m— fuck—”

he increases his pace, groaning in the crook of your neck at how you clench around his digits as they brush against your walls.

you feel the ache building up between your legs, almost there, until he pulls out completely. “yeah, baby, you were saying something?”

he’s mean and cocky about it— fucking his associate’s daughter on his own work desk to the point you’re nothing but a wanton mess, babbling air pleas at the loss of contact.

“please,” you mutter, lips quivering, pressing your thighs together— anything to relieve the ache between your legs.

and he’s absolutely cruel, chucking and pushing your thighs open with his knees just enough to brush above your wet cunt, and nothing more. “didn’t quite get that,”

you might just die even before getting dicked down.

“feels so good— need more, jay, please,”

he feels himself getting harder at how you sound, incredibly sweet with those doe eyes glistening with need.

he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back just enough to see your pretty face. “yeah? want me to fuck you? fill you up right here? on your father’s desk?” he clicks his tongue. “pretty shameful, don’t you think?”

no one can know about you and jay, you don’t think you can sit in this room with your father without thinking about this moment.

it’s disgusting— shameful, even, he’s far too old for you. however, it feels perfect, every thrust, every moan, every kiss, every drag of his finger over your clit— it’s heaven and hell at the same time.

it might need to stop, hell, no might, this must stop. but for today, you are down to commit yet another sin.

“y-yes, here,” you whisper, almost choking on your own words. “right here, please. need you so bad,”

that, evidently, is all it takes— one second you’re begging for him and the next, he has you bent all the way over the desk, hands fumbling with his belt quickly before he tugs his pants down.

“shit— if that’s what you want, sweetheart,” he grins sickeningly, cock pressing up against your thigh. “who am i to refuse?”

your dad would lose his fucking mind if he knows about this and as sick as it sounds, the sheer thought of him knowing makes jay want to fuck you dumb and senseless.

you feel him bumb against your clit, making you gasp as he drags his cock between your folds, making your knees buckle at the mere sensation.

“you’re so wet,” he coos, grinning wide as he pushes into you, nice and slow, deep, stretching you out completely. “bet you’re gonna take me like a good girl as always, hm?”

no response.

you can’t speak, barely think if he wasn’t pounding his length into you like a man deprived of pleasure for weeks. the wet sound of his cock fucking into you rings in your ears mingled with deep groans that mix with yours in the office.

“is this what you wanted, hm? for me to fuck you on your father’s desk?” he mumbles low and hoarse with hips slamming into you at a relentless pace. his lips curve into a grin when he feels you clench at his words, a sharp slap falling against your ass. “what a— fuck— slut,”

the sting only makes your insides coil more, pushing you closer to the edge. he grabs both your hands, holding them tight behind your back.

“jay— oh— i’m close!”

his hips roll at a sloppy rhythm now, still just hard and deep, almost teetering on the edge at the way your walls clench around his cock.

“shit—‘m close too,” he breathes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding in again. “gonna fill you up, baby. want that, don’t you?”

and god, you might just lose your sanity at his words. it’s trouble, he’s trouble, and if only he wasn’t fucking you so good and making your internship worth attending every single day, you’d be making rational decisions.

but not right now, not when you have his cock buried deep into you, making you see stars. “y-yeah, want you to fill me up, jay— gonna cum, ‘m so close—”

he pushes into you deeper into your cunt if it was even possible and you feel your walls flutter around him as you cum, hard, spasming and squeezing around him that has him whispering profanities in the air.

his hand rests on your back, a deep groan leaving his throat as he cock twitches, filling you up and painting your walls white. he continues to slam into you with choked chants of your name.

it’s quiet after you both finish, except for the laboured pants and heavy breaths. a blazing horn and his head whips towards the window, registering the sight of your father stepping out of the car when his chauffeur opens the door.

he can see the panic settle on your face as you stand up— he almost stifles a laugh at your wobbly legs, helping you find balance and pulling up your panties. “fix yourself, doll, or he’ll know.”

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naomiarai · 10 months ago

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smut — (18+)

thinking about daddy kink with jay! pretty face buried into the sheets, cute ass rippling with each pound he gives. talking back to your boyfriend with your voice raised has led you this very situation, and you can’t say you don’t like it when jay gets like this.

“ugh— please! f..faster!” you moan shamelessly, as jay scoffs at you from behind. was this really a punishment for you? his fingertips crawl up your back to grab ahold of your neck, squeezing it slightly. you feel his cock halt inside of you, but move even deeper into you, making you choke on your words. “stupid girl, so cock hungry, you’re liking this aren’t you?” he growls at you, hips slamming into the flesh of your ass again, but this time it felt even deeper.

your body shakes with pleasure, toes curling inward as your cunt tightens around his fat cock. tears start streaming down your face and wet the sheets, moans even louder now as your lift your head. “mmh—! yes- daddy! daddy!” you wail out, mind completely blinded by him and him only. jay only chuckles at your words, finding your fucked out state quite cute. you whimper when he slaps your ass, hard enough to leave a mark after. he leans over your back, lips nibbling and sucking your ear as his dick hammers against your cervix. the ticklish feeling only adds to immense sensation throughout your body, bringing your closer to your orgasm. “daddy—! g..gonna cum, fuck!” you groan out, almost immediately squirting all over his cock, the sound bringing red to your cheeks. jay smiles with his eyes closed at the feeling, cock still grinding inside your gummy walls, “just a little more, sugar, shit—!” he rasps before filling you up to the brim <333

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mioons · 11 months ago

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‎ ‎ BOYFRIEND? HUSBAND! ✦ 我的老公！

ᐢ..ᐢ calling them your husband trend ✿ 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝓁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗑 𝒻𝖾𝗆. 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ⟢ ( 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 ) . . 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 638 ⟡

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LEE HEESEUNG

the moment he heard the word husband leave your pretty lips he was a blushing mess

bro tried to act nonchalant but ended up giggling throughout the whole recording

even after recording he was smiling to himself like a lovesick idiot

“hey everyone today i’m here with my husband and we’ll be rating flavours from wingstop!” you cheerfully said to the camera, making sure to place emphasis on the word ‘husband’.

when he first heard you, he thought he was hearing things and asked, “sorry baby could you repeat that?”

you flashed him a smug smile before repeating your sentence, “so today i’ll be rating wingstop flavours with my husband.”

if he heard the same word two times he was sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

throughout the whole recording of the video, he couldn’t stop smiling and holding your hand, peppering kisses to the back of them.

the title ‘husband’ sounded good on him.

PARK JONGSEONG

he would definitely be stunned at first, not knowing how to react and simply just staring into space

but after awhile his mood would be so much better than before

smiling at the camera, you waved with your one hand and held onto jay’s arm with the other. “hey guys! i’m here with my husband and we’re just doing a mini vlog!”

jay’s eyes almost fell out of their sockets. your voice sounded like a sweet sounding melody to him that he could listen to forever.

the thought of him actually becoming your husband made his heart beat a little too fast for his own good. he was really trying to keep his composure but there were one or two cracks.

he decided to play it cool and nodded his head before humming, “mhmhm.”

“husband,” he whispered into your hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “sounds wonderful.”

SIM JAEYUN

this man would not stop bringing up throughout the whole recording of the video

always making small little remarks about him being your “husband” and you being his “wife”

his confidence went 🆙 and he wouldn’t stop flirting with you

jake smiled at the camera as you started talking, introducing yourselves to the viewers. “hi everyone! it’s me and i’m here with my husband, jake, and today we’ll be doing a short Q&A session!”

“husband?” he repeated and raised an eyebrow at you, his lips upturned into a smile. “i’m your husband baby?”

his voice was smooth like velvet, making you blush and giggle awkwardly, “uhm..”

jake could only press a kiss to your forehead as he looked back at the camera. “mhm, i’m here with my wife,” he said to the camera, placing more stress on the word ‘wife’ just to make you even more flustered.

“let’s answer the first question hm? my darling wife.”

PARK SUNGHOON

many people think he wouldn’t have an reaction but this man would turn into putty in your hands

he can’t even finish a sentence without stuttering and tripping over his words

couldn’t even maintain eye contact with you for more than 5 seconds

“hi guys! it’s yn and today i have my husband, hoonie with us! we’ll be trying out two types of boba today!” you said, grinning from ear to ear.

sunghoon’s brain immediately shut down, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at you.

“cmon hoonie, say hi to the viewers,” you nudged him by the shoulder, giggling. oh you definitely knew the effect you had on him, no doubt about that.

he gave the camera a lopsided smile, “hi— e-everyone.” anyone could tell he was affected by you calling him your ‘husband’.

you giggled at his introduction, leaning forward to press a kiss onto his cheek. “what a shy husband i have hm?”

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okwonyo · 4 months ago

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ALL MINE 𝑓 ⎯⎯⎯ 제이

⠀❛ 𝒍。 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾.

park jongseong & female reader 61O fluff established relationship ◜ᴗ◝ skinship 𓂃 recue𝒾l

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if you were to choose your favorite thing in the world, it wouldn't be that hard. your answer would be your boyfriend in a heartbeat.

what would be tougher in that hypothetical situation would be choosing what does have your lover that makes him so special to you. you would lose your mind if someone asked you what is your favorite part about him.

there is too many options, too many things that make your heart swell.

even as he sits, talking about something you don’t catch, he makes your heart flutter. your stomach is full of butterflies at the sight of his side profile alone and you can’t stop a wide smile from creeping on your face— even if you bite your lower lip down.

jay talks, and talks, and keeps on doing so for a while. and you swear that you are listening to him. but your thoughts are well too full of him to actually hear what he is saying.

your gaze slides on his face, following his perfectly shaped jawline. his eyes are focused on his fingers, gently resting on your knees. it is a comfortable position; your legs over his thighs, you being close enough to just turn his head to the side and kiss him.

however, you don’t do as you think. you are more gentle with it. you decide to rest your hand on one of his cheeks— the one that is opposite of you— and plant a kiss on the other.

the first kiss is brief, barely lasting a second. and jay doesn’t stop talking, he doesn’t even look at you. the second one is longer, it makes him smile a little bit. the third one ends up in a loud ‘mwah’ coming from you after you pull away.

perhaps, because of your smile, you look stupid at the very moment because he chuckles when he turns his head towards you, “are you even listening to what i’m saying?”

he seems like he believes that you are not but you are. of course you do, how can you not listen to that handsome man? you grasped some words then and there that made you understand the purpose of the conversation. although, you are obviously distracted by something.

the urge to respond and defend yourself is there, but it gets drowned by the desperate need of kissing your boyfriend. therefore, you decide to follow your heart.

gently, you cup jay’s face. you guide his face to you before pecking his cheek, then the other. his skin is soft beneath your fingertips and warm under the slight pressure of your lips kissing his forehead.

his hand slide on your thigh, his smile gets progressively bigger as you kiss him all over his face— you can even see a faint blush on his cheeks.

the world stops entirely when he starts giggling. when he leans into the kisses and lets himself be cherished by you.

you love to see it. you love to see him smile. you love to see him blush. you love to see him. you love him.

“stop,” he tells you, in the middle of your kisses attack. you do it, just to witness jay staring at you with a lovesick and kiss-hungry expression. “kiss me.”

you laugh quietly, “that’s what i was doing.”

his breath is hot against the surface of your lips as he opens his mouth. his eyes weight on your lips, pressuring you to look at his, “i want a real one.”

his mouth meets yours before you can answer. he leans in, more and more, until he is above your body who lays on the sofa.

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a/n. this is so silly but i love jay

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pshbites · 5 months ago

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FOOLS ━ pjs

pairing : bsf!jay x fem!reader genre : friends to lovers, pure FLUFF!! warnings : none but erm not proofread! synopsis : 2 fools in love, who have no idea the other wants them wc : 1k a/n : yes this is inspo off of fool by nct 127, i love naming things after songs #sorry

if u enjoyed pls like & reblog, feedback is always appreciated!!

“would you just shut up” jake groaned out, glancing over at jay once more. ever since jay admitted he had a crush on you, his best friend, he’s been insufferable according to his friends. jay furrowed his brows, “what! i’m not even talking about her” he groaned out, making sunghoon scoff in amusement. “you mentioned that place that you want to take her to, like five times.” he sighed out, picking at his lunch in front of him.

the history between you and jay wasn’t exactly.. ideal. the two of you had been friends since you were 12 years old and encountered many things together such as the time your braces got caught on a loose thread in jays shirt, or the time jay fell off his bike because he wanted to prove to you he could do a wheelie. all in all you two had stuck with each other through everything, including your relationships.

jay never admitted it but he had developed a crush on you towards the beginning of college, that stupid saying that people really change in college or something was deemed to be true. he started getting annoyed by the encounters you would tell him about, wondering why you let stupid boys treat you like that when he was right in front of you. he thought he wasn’t obvious about it but when he finally told jake and sunghoon about having a crush on you, the two of them acted like it was a normal tuesday.

“okay i did not say it five times” jay rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair and jake and sunghoon gave each other a look, both of them sighing. “yeah man whatever” jake mumbled, making jay roll his eyes once more. he looked around the dining hall and his eyes landed on you, sitting with your two friends telling them something dramatically. you were talking with your hands again, which made jay smile. he loved when you did that it was so cute. if only he knew what you were talking about so passionately..

“honestly my theory is that he’s as equally obsessed with you as you are him” karina shrugged, popping one of winters fries in her mouth, making her slap her hand away. “that’s not possible” you sighed out, leaning back in your chair now. “yeah well..” as karina spoke, you looked in his direction, thoughts clouding your mind. you always had a small thing for jay ever since you were little but it was embarrassing to admit. those feelings halted when jay started getting in relationships which made you get into relationships to get his attention, but it never worked.

now here you were, in your second year of college still pining for the boy you wanted when you were 13. “yn? are you paying attention.” karina waved her hand in front of your face, snapping you out of it. winter looked towards jay then you and laughed slightly. “she was too busy making oogly eyes at him” she said, making you slap her hand. karina groaned out. “it was not oogly eyes!” you retorted, rolling your eyes at winter.

“there’s actually no hope for the two of you” winter sighed out as you three got up, going to put your plates away. “he doesn’t like me back, i’ll get over it” you sighed out, placing your place in the box and following karina and winter. “you’ve been saying that for years but okay yn” karina shook her head, laughing softly. as the three of you walked out of the dining hall you saw jake, jay, and sunghoon standing there.

of course jake started up a conversation, now the six of you were walking as a group with you and jay lagging behind. it was quiet between you and jay, only the crunching of the leaves could be heard. jay glanced at you, smiling softly at the way you stepped over the leaves so you could hear the crunch of them. you had always loved doing that even when you were younger.

it hits jay now that he knows you, more than you may know yourself. because of him knowing you so well, that's why he fell for you in the first place. you were like a breath of fresh air to him, you always knew how to talk to him and make him smile, you also knew him inside and out and jay knew this.

but you were almost too good for him, after all you were a goddess in jays eyes and he was just a fool. what could he do? he knew confessing to you was a gamble because it could change the entire trajectory of your relationship, for the better or the worse. jay snapped out of his thoughts and cleared his throat.

“so.. what were you guys talking about? you kept moving your hands around dramatically” jay laughed a little as he finished the sentence, you rolled your eyes and elbowed him playfully. “none of your business” you mumbled back, making jay smile.

he looked to you and smiled at your softly flushed cheeks, the way your nose was pink because of the fall breeze. “you wanna go to the diner tonight?” you looked to him, smile clear on your face. “i thought you were busy tonight?” he thought about it for a second then shook his head. “not anymore” he smiled softly. “okay, i’ll ask winter and rina.” you said and jay furrowed his brows. he hesitated before speaking. “no like, just us” he said, sounding a little uncertain.

now was the moment, jay thought. the moment he had been waiting for, for ten years now. he knew you wouldn't want a really fancy date, so instead he opted for something a bit more you, something you were comfortable with. after all, everything he did was for you, and only you. so here it goes.

“no like, just us” he said, sounding a little uncertain.

you fully stopped walking causing jay to stop walking as well, forgetting about the group in front of you. “are you asking me out on a date park jongseong?” you furrowed your brows, looking in his eyes for an answer. there was no way he felt the same. “i.. uh you know if you want it to be?” he stuttered out, shoving his hands in his pockets. you smiled at his nervousness, the way he tried to act all cool about. “okay, are you paying? because you know a real gentleman pays.” you said playfully, the two of you resuming walking again.

“is that even a question? of course yn” he sighed out, a little less nervous now. “well then yes, i’d love to go out with you jay” you smiled, looking at him. he smiled as well, the blush on his cheeks evident. “c'mon lovebirds! let’s go!” jake called out, his voice a little far in the distance. you giggled softly, making jay softly elbow you. karina’s theory was more than right.

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thinemoonshine · 3 months ago

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⋆𐙚₊ 𝓪𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝓰𝐢𝐫𝐥 ˚⊹♡

bestfriend!jay x naive!female reader content(s): jay is horrendously down bad, reader is sheltered, childhood friends, major possessive and obsessive tendencies — he thinks you’re a being too pure for this world, so he’ll keep you safe in a little golden cage, handcrafted by yours truly

jay prides himself at knowing you best. you’ve known each other since you both were only in diapers. so jay knows all your likes and dislikes such as your favorite meal, colour and even sleeping position and he knows how much you hate it when people step on grass when it’s not meant to be stepped on.

he can almost hear your angry huff to “read the sign!” whenever he sees a ‘don’t step on the grass’ label.

jay thinks—no, he knows—he’s the one and only one that truly understands you inside and out. all he does is for you, what’s best for you. and you trust him with your life.

it’s no wonder you told him about your date, unaware of how destructive it is in his mind. his gears froze and thoughts quietened into an irritating, shrieking beeeeeeeep! before chaos ensued—loud, raucous noises near popping his head.

the way you gushed with warm cheeks and pretty, pursed lips as you tried to contain your excitement had jay feeling sick. not towards you, of course. never to you. but the fact that some random, useless waste of a guy was the receiver of your precious, pure sentiments had him absolutely disgusted. that jerk doesn’t deserve you.

if you were to feel just a scintilla of the hellish turmoil in him, you would have lost your mind. but he’s jay, your lovable, sweet and gentle bestfriend. you don’t need to see the horrors that plague his head, you’re much too soft for it.

so he just gritted his teeth and clenched his fists to the point of drawing blood just to muster a smile.

“that’s great,” he expressed.

no, it isn’t. it’s torment. a misfortune. a calamity in his dictionary.

and he’s going to fix it.

a week later, you’re crying in his arms about your date who ‘stood you up’ while he comforts you with sweet little nothings—completely unaware of the grin spread on his face as he rocks you gently in his hold.

“he isn’t worth your tears,” he says as his hands cup your face like you’re as fragile as a dandelion, and his thumbs stroke your wet cheeks. “he doesn’t deserve you. no one does.”

except me.

you melt into his touch as eyes well with tears thicker than before. you’re ever so grateful for jay. he’s always there for you.

you know you’d be lost. so utterly lost without him and you can’t help but feel pathetic at the thought. if only you knew it was mutual—though, his was exceptionally more dire.

he’d perish without you.

he brushes his knuckles against your now drying cheek when your sobs cease before pressing a warm kiss onto your forehead. when he pulls away, he has that same lovesick look on his face—an expression of love so clear to others yet, so desensitized to you from having seeing it since childhood. “you don’t need those other people, do you? not when you already have me.”

a pregnant pause follows before your lips pull to form the first smile of the hour, a silent agreement. his heart practically leaps as pupils dilate—near swallowing the brown of his eyes.

deep, low groans sound from the back of his throat as he resists the urge to just crush you within his embrace. his breaths are shaky as his hands around your face tremble with restraint.

gosh, you’re too…too sweet. intoxicatingly so that he finds himself adopting a sweet tooth just to calm his crave.

from then on, he doesn’t leave your side. he found that the more space he put, the more pests will come squeezing through to try and steal you away. he can’t have that. he’s sworn to keep you out of harm’s way and the world’s filled with the most vile things.

in your head, he’s a knight in shining armour, to others, he’s a doberman on a leash that you so unknowingly hold and to him, he’s making a clear statement. with his constant glares to others, arm around your shoulders and unnecessary touches here and there, everybody’s assumed he’s your boyfriend.

as they should, according to jay.

he grins to himself after hearing more and more hushed rumours about you and him being a campus couple and it only fuels his wheels to make it come true.

but him hearing about them only means you do too and it has you worried.

wouldn’t jay be bothered with the rumours? not at all.

what if this gets in the way of him finding someone for himself? like he even sees anyone else.

but you don’t know this. how can you? so when you brought them up, he has to shut you down—gently, of course.

“people don’t know us. they’re too quick to judge.”

“we’ve always been this way. nothing’s wrong, is there?”

“they don’t know you like i do, nor me like you do. they don’t understand us.”

jay cups your jaw with one hand, lifting your face slightly while the other draws shapes on your collarbone as it rests on your shoulder. he smiles warmly as his eyes flicker across your features, taking in every detail for the millionth time and wishing he can just burn your face into his corneas.

“unless…it bothers you. if it does then, i’ll do what you want. are you uncomfortable with it?”

you relax under his tender touch and you instinctually lean into his hold. despite his offer, you can’t ignore the way his brows point upwards or the way his hopeful gaze searches yours in a silent plea or how his small lips purse with breaths held in anxiousness.

he doesn’t want this. you can see it. and he’s done so much for you. how can you ever deny him?

that’s the thing, you can’t. and jay knows it.

so when you shake your head and say you’re fine with the rumours, he practically combusts with glee inside, overjoyed. you don’t care being called his girlfriend? you don’t mind spending everyday with him?

that practically means you like him too, right? maybe not in the way he likes you (yet), but it’s something.

“that’s settled, then,” he says—planting a lingering kiss at the corner of your mouth and inhaling sharply through his nose as he wills himself to pull away. gosh, he can never get enough of you.

and when he stands back up straight to see you smiling sweetly with eyes pouring with pure endearment and relief at his happiness, he has to bite his tongue from losing his mind right then and there.

the metallic taste of blood pulls him back to reality and his trembling fingers rake through your locks. if only you knew how feral he’d absolutely be if anyone else dared to touch a single strand of your hair.

if only you knew how much restraint he has to practice every single day just for you. if only you knew your very existence has him falling onto his knees with hands clasped together in reverence every single day—

…you’d still accept him with arms wide open and a genuine smile plastered on your pretty face. because that’s just how you are: an angel.

and no one is worthy enough to receive your grace so he has to be the one to protect you from this cruel world.

you yelp when he abruptly cages you in his arms, tight against his chest and he buries his face into your hair with a deep sigh.

“so good for me…” he mumbles as his coiling grip grows taut around you, biceps flexing and lifting you off your feet. you dangle with a giggle and his knees nearly buckle at the melody that rings in his ears like a siren’s song. a soft purr vibrates through his chest and up his throat as he revels in your warmth. “my angel.”

oh, what would he do without you?

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lcvclywon · 1 year ago

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in sickness and in health

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synopsis After a long fight with Jay you find yourself giving him the silent treatment. Leaving you curled up alone sick in your room, with your only comfort being the instant tteokbokki you had microwaved for yourself earlier. However it seems Jay knew where to be and what to say at exactly the right times.

warnings: mentions of food, mentions of sickness, mentions of kissing, pet names (honey), slight angst, I made YN as the 6th member of lesserafim so that the whole same building thing made sense so...js roll with it pls 😁, also not proof read!, slight fighting

genre ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ hurt to comfort

pairings: idol!jay x idol!reader, established relationship

wc ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ around 1.14k

thoughts frm yuya 💭 i know i said i was gonna go on a hiatus but i needed a serotonin boost from writing after doing a horrendous maths paper.... so semi hiatus i guess ^^ anywaysss this drabble has been rotting in the back of my mind for a while soo here u are, i'm a huge huge HUGE sucker for hurt to comfort tropes so >,<

A week. It had been a week since you and Jay had a massive argument causing the two of you to give each other the silent treatment for god knows how long. However, as if the world was out to get you, the next morning after the fight you had been plagued with a sickness that you couldn’t quite pin down, all you knew was it left you bedridden until Friday.

Due to said sickness, you obviously couldn’t join your group for schedules and barely entered the building for dance practice. You hoped Jay would at least notice your absence, send a message asking where you were or something. But to your dismay, radio silence.

“Who cares about some stupid guy anyways…” Grumbling under your breath you reached for your chopsticks to skewer another rice cake from your measly plate of instant tteokbokki and shovel it down your throat. Maybe excessive spice you couldn’t handle and soft pillowy rice cakes could solve all your problems.

Ding dong! Weird, you didn’t think the members would be back this early?

Begrudgingly ripping the covers off and placing your bowl back on your table, you went to the door. Hair still an oily mess from not showering properly and clothes stuck to your body from sweat, you clearly weren’t in pristine condition to be meeting anyone. Please don’t be a delivery man, please don’t be a delivery man.

However, after opening the door, you found yourself standing in front of the one person you’d been longing for the whole week. Park Jongseong. Your gaze softened slightly and a small smile crept onto your lips, but then you remembered that you were still mad at him. Fighting the urge to embrace him and cry out for his name, you plastered on a stoic expression of indifference.

“What are you doing here.”

“Chaewon told me you were sick,” he said before entering into your dorm, not bothering to wait for you to let him in.

Making his way over to the kitchen he placed a white takeaway bag onto the counter before emptying its contents onto the table: a warm bowl of your favourite porridge and a cup of tea from your favourite cafe.

“What’s this?” positioning yourself in front of Jay, you scanned the table to see the numerous small boxes of side dishes sprawled across.

“Porridge, it’s good for you when you’re sick.” he replied before shooting his head over to the remnants of your tteokbokki “Honey why are you eating tteokbokki, you’re sick you shouldn’t be eating instant food.” he scolded before reaching over throw your lukewarm leftovers in the trash.

“It’s not that bad…” you mumbled whilst picking at the side dishes “And why do you suddenly care, thought you weren’t talking to me” Scoffing you shot him a dirty glare.

“Correction, you weren’t talking to me; I thought you needed some space, as you usually do after a fight.” well he wasn’t wrong, you did express to him that after arguments you wanted some time to cool down by yourself, “and also, I’m not ‘suddenly’ just caring YN. Who do you think Yunjin got all those drinks, medicines, and snacks from.”

Oh… so she didn’t buy them herself. Your gaze reached his eyes as you felt your heart soften slightly, “Okay, well you could’ve sent me a text or something. You could’ve come here and given it to me yourself, why today out of all days do you decide to come huh?” meeting your glossy eyes, Jay could tell how hurt you were over his actions. He couldn’t deny that it pained him to see you this upset.

“Okay look, I’m sorry. I wanted to come over, but Sakura said whatever you caught was contagious and that you isolated yourself to make sure you got nobody else sick. As I mentioned earlier, you told me you liked to have time to cool down after fighting, but it was stupid of me not to even try to text you. Today it all just-” Jay stopped his rambling, catching his breath before sighing out, “I just really missed you YN”

That was all the confirmation you needed to run into his arms and hug him so tight he didn’t even think about leaving again. Jay was quick to reciprocate, arms wrapping around you to engulf you into his warm embrace, head buried into the crook of your neck whispering sweet nothings.

Breaking away from the embrace and tilting your head up you were graced with a warm and familiar smile painted across Jay’s face; a smile you so badly missed the entire week.

“Don’t ever do that again.” you said with a pout

“Promise I won't honey,” his hands reached to cup your face before adding, “Only if you promise to stop eating that stuff when you’re sick.”

“Hey, it’s yummy! I can’t help it that I can’t cook soup or anything, tteokbokki has never failed me.”

“Guess I’ll have to keep bringing you food then.” he replied with a smirk

“Well, I could use a personal delivery man.” giggling you reached up to mirror his actions, cupping his face with your warm hands.

“Oh really, would a delivery man do this?” and with that he pressed a playful peck onto your lips; soft and gentle, something you missed dearly.

“Jay!” you exclaimed, “You can’t do that, you’ll get sick!”

“So. What.” he said between pecks, peppering your face with kisses as you giggled and placed your hands on his chest to try and push him away. Pulling away he looked into your eyes with a warm and gentle gaze, smiling softly before leaning in to give you a proper kiss. Feeling the worry of your sickness transferring to him vanish, you melted into the kiss whilst wrapping your arms around his neck. In response, his hand found its way to the small of your back while the other reached up to cup the back of your neck. It always astonished you how easily he could pull you into his orbit, almost made you forget about the soreness of your body and the fever plaguing you.

Retreating back he giggled at your pouting face. “I’d love to continue, but I wouldn’t want the food I bought you to get cold” intertwining your fingers with his, he led you over to a chair before sitting you down. “Let’s eat okay?” he muttered before taking his spot right next to yours, hand still intertwined with your fingers. His other hand however reached over to spoon you some porridge, moving the utensil closer to your mouth.

You happily bent forward to enjoy the bite he crafted for you, an all too familiar sensation bubbling up within you—a warmth you could only describe as, home. Jay felt like home. And you hoped he would for the rest of your lives.

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ikeu05 · 9 days ago

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TELL ME ✮ IF YOU LOVE ME

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 where all you wanted to do was practice a guitar solo with your boyfriend's friend's guitar but your boyfriend is so down bad

── sunghoon x fem!reader ft. jay & elsie :3 1.4k fluff established relationship!au ─ crack lowk sunghoon being downbad jay loves elsie (his guitar)

yn had been in a deep rabbit hole of watching covers of "the walls" by chase atlantic, obsessively replaying the guitar solo that tore right through her soul each time. it was that part—the goosebumpy, screaming electric solo—that made her feel things she couldn't quite name. and it also made her realise something rather absurd: in some alternate universe, or maybe even in some forgotten corner of her muscle memory, she knew how to play the electric guitar. not just know it, but feel it, in her bones. and if she knew it, that meant she needed to practice it. immediately.

the only problem was, she didn’t have a guitar.

she picked up her phone and called sunghoon, because of course she did.

"hi, is jay home?"

there was a pause on the line. then, dryly, "hello, i missed you too."

"yeah, yeah, i miss you. but is jay home?"

sunghoon let out a sigh so dramatic she could hear the eye-roll that went with it, "i think so? i don't know. why? why don’t you want to see me?"

"hoon, not now. this is important."

"ouch," he said, then added, a little softer, "but i still missed you baby, you know?"

she hesitated for just a second, "i miss you too hoonie. a lot."

a small pause followed, and she could practically hear his grin on the other end, "okay. jay’s here. why?"

"perfect. i'm coming over."

she hung up before he could say another word.

when she arrived at their apartment, sunghoon opened the door, his eyes lighting up instantly. he looked like a kitten who'd been waiting by the door all day just for her. his hair was a little messy, like he’d been running his hands through it all day, and he was wearing that one hoodie she always teased him about—because he wore it every time he wanted to look effortlessly cute.

she smiled back at him as she breezed past.

"wow. so what are we now? a passing wave?" he muttered, crossing his arms but clearly just fishing.

she paused, turned back, and threw her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder, "sorry, baby. hi!” she pressed a kiss to his jaw, “how are you?"

he melted immediately. his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he rested his chin on her head, "about time. i'm good now. you showing up kind of made my whole week, just saying."

she leaned back and grinned at him, "you're such a sap."

"only for you."

they walked together toward jay's room, her voice bubbling as she rambled about the guitar solo and how badly she needed to play it, how she was vibrating with the urgent need to let it out of her system. sunghoon listened, nodding along, grinning the whole time like she was the most fascinating person in the universe. he made small comments here and there—like how cute she looked when she got all hyper-focused or how he bet she’d look hot shredding it.

jay had been lounging in his room, headphones around his neck, unimpressed eyes narrowing when he saw her at the door.

"what." he asked, rolling his chair over to the door.

"jay," she began sweetly, dragging out his name, "can i ask you a favour?"

"depends," he said, already suspicious.

"can i borrow elsie?"

he blinked. then scoffed. loudly. then laughed in disbelief. then he slowly started closing the door, repeating her words under his breath as if it were the funniest thing ever, his head shaking.

"no—jay, please!"

she jammed her foot into the doorway.

"let me explain! i saw this cover of 'the walls' and i swear i know how to play it. i need to practice. i don’t know anyone else with a guitar. please."

jay stared her down, "why should i trust you? you break everything. elsie’s sister is still recovering."

"that was riki, not me!"

"riki was in japan that week. it was you. you stayed over." he dramatically cracked his voice for effect, sounding like it actually pained him.

yn rolled her eyes at him, "okay! fine. but i said sorry! i'm saying it again. I’M SORRY. PLEEASEEEE let me borrow elsie."

sunghoon stepped in, trying to be the peacekeeper, "c'mon, jay. she won't break it on purpose. i’ll watch her."

jay looked between them, sighed like this was the greatest inconvenience of his life, "fine. but i have a condition."

"i agree!" yn said instantly.

"you don't even know what it is yet."

"doesn’t matter. agreed."

jay smirked. "no kissing sunghoon ever again."

"done deal."

"what the hell?" sunghoon exclaimed, "i didn’t agree to this."

"i meant in front of me, but sure. ever is good too," jay added nonchalantly.

"yes. done," yn nodded solemnly like she was making a grand sacrifice.

sunghoon looked personally offended, "i can buy you a guitar, baby. why don’t you want to kiss me?"

she leaned closer, whispering, "we can sneak around."

jay didn’t even lift his eyes, "i saw that."

yn turned to sunghoon and sighed dramatically, "i'm sorry. we have to break up."

"you’re actually insane," sunghoon muttered, half-laughing.

finally, jay stood, grabbed elsie from her stand, and handed her over like she was an ancient relic. he looked genuinely pained.

"you hurt her, you die."

"relax," yn rolled her eyes, walking over to the bean bag in his room, "i’m not going to kill her."

jay eyed her, "i literally do not trust you."

sunghoon lingered awkwardly near the door.

jay pointed, "is he staying here the entire time?"

"he can’t?"

"part of the deal."

"sorry, hoon."

sunghoon sighed dramatically. "i hate you. never talk to me again." then he stomped off in the most melodramatic exit she’d ever seen, muttering something about betrayal and broken hearts.

inside the room, jay rolled his chair to her, sitting across like a suspicious guardian, arms crossed, staring. his glare could have drilled holes through metal.

she adjusted the strap, rolled her shoulders, and placed her fingers on the strings. as soon as she started to play, everything around her dissolved. the notes came easily—naturally—even though it had been forever. her fingers found the strings like old friends, and the sound that came out made her own breath catch. jay’s expression shifted from wary to amazed. she flowed into the solo like she was born to do it.

jay didn’t speak until she paused.

"that… was actually really good."

she smirked, "told you."

she kept playing. again and again, until it was second nature, her fingers flying effortlessly. jay didn’t say much. he just watched, occasionally muttering things like "don’t drop her" or "you better not be sweating on her, your palms look like they’re sweating, should we take a break? i think yeah we should."

time passed in a blur. she only stopped when her fingers ached, and she was leaning back in jay’s chair with a triumphant smile on her face. just then, a knock sounded on the door.

jay groaned, "now what."

the door opened and sunghoon stepped inside, holding a guitar case.

"i have something for that one," he said, voice soft and nodding toward yn.

she blinked, "what?"

he walked forward and popped open the case to reveal a blush-pink electric guitar, shining under the light. the kind of pink that was soft but bold, unique but not flashy—just like her.

she gasped, standing up slowly in shock, "shut. up."

"i don’t really like jay’s conditions. so i got you your own."

she gently put elsie down and ran to him, hugging him so tightly he staggered back.

"sunghoon. oh my god. you’re insane. i love you, i love you!!!" she squealed, kissing all over his face again and again.

he was already grinning, so clearly pleased with her reaction it made jay groan at the obvious heart eyes, "you like it?"

"i love it."

he gently helped her strap it on, adjusting the length for her shoulders. his fingers brushed her arms, lingering a second longer than needed.

they jumped around together in the room like giddy kids. it was loud and chaotic and completely perfect.

"now i can kiss you again," he whispered cheekily.

"you’re such a simp," jay groaned from behind.

"no. i’m a man in love," sunghoon replied with pride, kissing her on the temple.

yn turned to jay, "thanks for elsie. but i’ve got my own now."

jay dropped his head onto the desk dramatically, "get out. both of you. i need peace."

sunghoon grabbed her hand with a spark in his eyes, "come on. let’s go practice in my room. no jay. no conditions."

they disappeared down the hall, pink guitar in hand, laughter echoing behind them, smiles carved into their faces—leaving behind a grumbling jay and a very relieved elsie.

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eczlipse · 10 months ago

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HAND PLACEMENT - [ENHYPEN!HYUNGLINE]

summary : where enhypen!hyungline prefer placing their hands on you depending on the scenario. inspired by : @bokkicidal (love you.)

pairing : enhypen x fem!readers. , hyung line for now !

heeseung .

casual : he definitely wouldn’t hesitate to wrap his hands around your waist at any given moment— kind of like, some sort of comfort. he’d relax his hands on you, maybe swaying you around a bit if you’re in public. he had probably developed this habit before because of how much you had spent time together pre-relationship. he never failed to pull you by the waist within any given situation and you never failed to let him. he didn’t always do it just for you, sometimes to claim you, to mark you as his in a way.

sensual : your jawline is his favourite place to hold whilst he kisses you, his hands roaming around both your body and that beautiful face of yours— he loved holding you in general. his thumb slowly rubbing your soft skin as he continued to work his tongue with yours. his hands slipped perfectly with your face and you would both always enjoy kissing and more. his height played a part in this, he needed to cup your face in order for him to look at you— sometimes for you to obey him …

jay .

casual : jay is always big on interlocking hands. he’d definitely want to have your hand in his wherever you both go. wanting to keep you safe and near him. your safety is his number one priority and you would always abide by it. holding your hands when your cold, when you both need to run somewhere and even while watching movies. to have you by his side is enough for him in any situation. to know your next to him helps him move forward, physically and mentally. jay is honestly just such a caring man, when you want to run free and around— he wants to do it with you too.

sensual : he definitely adores having his hands around your neck whilst kissing you or even talking to you sensually. holding you in between his hands, staring into you and kissing you even— he’s gentle enough not to hurt you but god— he loves wrapping his hands around your neck— not even to be sexual. the way he had gotten to that point of control in your relationship and how you trusted him enough to hold you in that manner just made it all so much better.

jake .

casual : jake loves to have his hands rested on your hips. within any place or time. he seems the type to also tug onto the belt loops of your jeans when you’re almost anywhere. it’s become a habit of his, in malls, grocery stores and even in the house— holding onto the curves of your hips, gliding his hands up and down at times. at first it surprised you because, normally you would’ve expected a guy to hold onto your waist area more but he just seemed so obsessed with pulling you in that way.

sensual : to him, he’d probably think that moving his hands higher would change the setting or feeling whenever he wants to have sensual moments with you. meaning, he aims for the waist in this case— he’d tighten his grip a bit , not to hurt you, just to get reactions out of you. if he’d hug you he’d tighten himself around you and your waist, rubbing and gliding his hands slowly over your sides while he whispered sweet nothings’ to you and more.

sunghoon .

casual : he most definitely enjoys playing with your hair or jewelry sometimes. if you’d both been waiting in public for something, he’d think that playing with your hair— curling it up or down would be a bit entertaining to him. even attempting to make braids. if not that— he’d play around with the necklace he bought you around your neck. fidget with it and even just make the most of the time you both have to spend. sunghoon would sometimes even wrap his arm around your waist in any situation— (another waist-holder) just to make time pass by quickly. another thing he’d most definitely do is just have his hand resting on your lower back, to guide you around stores or to just somehow have a part of you with him.

sensual : during moments between the both you, which you both rarely get— he’d most definitely hold your body as close to him as possible. whether you’re both in bed or just in your shared home, he’d love to squeeze you when you’re alone. he loved having you all to himself. your face being squeezed against his biceps was definitely something you had to get used to at first but as long as in the end you two both love it— it’s worth it.

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shy9-29 · 6 months ago

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I loveee your writing style 😭🙏 and I wanted to request something with Jay because he’s been a lil’ to fine lately 🥲

It’s late at night, and Jay is in the studio producing music. The reader gets super horny and begs Jay to hurry up, so she decides to distract him by placing a bunch of kisses on his neck but that doesn’t work. So she starts grinding on him, doesn’t work. Finally, she unzips his jeans and pulls down the top part of his pants and boxers seeing that he’s already semi-hard and Jay was just acting totally unbothered the whole time. Reader starts giving Jay head and he finally snaps out of it, grabbing the reader by the waist or smth like that, and starts ripping off her clothes, pounding into her relentlessly?

I love this.

A Late Night Distraction | p.js

pairing: park jongseong x reader

wc: 2.7k

synopsis: Jay is up late AGAIN working on a song for his groups comeback. It’s time to get his mind off this work for once, and forcused on you.

warning: not proof read, breeding kink, daddy kink, nipple play, p in v, cumming inside, Sunoo mentioned, grinding, degrading, swearing, harsh language, pet names, slut shaming, blowjob

18+ mdni

As the evening wore on, Jay sent a text informing you that he would be at the studio late, engrossed in music production. Bothered, you wonder if he has eaten anything.

Y/N: Have you had lunch?

Jay: No, it's fine. I'll just eat a big lunch tomorrow."

A sigh escaped your lips as you placed your phone aside and set about making some instant ramen. With the meal prepared, you hopped into your car and made your way to the building, taking the elevator up to the studio. As you entered the studio, you were greeted by Sunoo, a close friend of Jay's, who sported a cheerful smile. "Hey y/n," he said warmly. “Are you here to see Jay?”

"Actually, I am, do you know what room he’s in?" you replied.

Sunoo responded promptly, pointing you in the right direction. "Oh, he's in the second room to your left."

Jay was sitting on the chair in the room, headphones on and eyes locked to the computer screen as music played in his ears. He appeared to be in a state of deep focus, the faint glow of the computer screen illuminating his face. He didn’t notice that you had entered the room, too absorbed in his work to notice your presence.

Your eyes fell on Jay, his focus entirely consumed by the music he was producing. Knowing his dedication, you decided to take the initiative and prepare the ramen first. Setting the meal near him, you spoke up, "I know you said you didn't want to eat, but I brought you food anyways."

Jay looked up from his work, removing his headphones as he took in your presence.

Jay's eyes lit up when he saw you. He had been so consumed by his work that he had lost track of time. His stomach rumbled when he smelled the ramen you brought him "oh thanks, you're a lifesaver. I didn't realize how hungry I was.”

He said with a smile, turning a bit in his chair to face you.

His eyes followed you as you set down the food near him, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

He couldn't help but appreciate how thoughtful you were for bringing him food even though he had told you he wasn't hungry. It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot to him.

Jay hastily finished the ramen, the warm noodles providing much-needed sustenance. After slurping up the last drops of broth, he let out a satisfied sigh. The taste was delicious, and the warmth of the food filled his stomach. However, Jay quickly grabbed his headphones and put them back on, turning his focus back to the computer screen.

His mind was already back in the zone as he resumed his work, the music and beats playing through his headphones once again.

Frustration crept into your voice as you couldn't help but sigh, witnessing his immediate refocus on his music. “Jay, what are you..."

His response was dismissive, "Not now y/n, I'm busy."

You opened your mouth and tried to protest but he cut you off again.

"I said, I'm busy." He repeated, his eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of him. His hands moved quickly across the keyboard, his fingers nimbly typing out a seemingly endless stream of notes and melodies.

Exasperated, you let out a soft groan, taking a seat on his lap. No reaction. It’s like you weren’t even there in the first place.

As you perched on his lap, leaning over his shoulder to watch him work, he continued clicking and typing, seemingly oblivious to your presence. He was laser-focused on his work, his mind and hands completely engrossed in the music.

His brow was furrowed in concentration, his eyes locked on the screen as his fingers danced across the keyboard, creating a complex symphony of sound.

Okay.. you think to yourself. Time for plan B: Grinding.

You begin to move gently against his lap, trying to get his attention. Still no reaction from him. It's as if he wasn't even paying attention to you sitting on his lap.

He was completely immersed in his music, his eyes glued to the computer screen, his hands moving deftly over the keyboard.

You let out a few soft whimpers in an attempt to get Jay's attention, hoping that he would notice you, but his focus remained on his work.

He continued to type and click on the computer, his ears filled with the sound of the music he was creating. He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that you were whimpering on his lap.

You continued to squirm and whimper, trying to get Jay's attention, but he was completely absorbed in his work. It was like you didn't even exist in his world. Frustrated, you decided to take it up a notch and started kissing his neck, trailing your lips along his jawline.

He still didn't react. He simply kept typing and clicking, his mind completely fixated on the music he was creating.

You let out a soft moan, his name escaping your lips as his attention remained focused on his work.

"Mhhh... Jay..."

He still didn't react. His mind was completely enveloped in the music, his fingers dancing across the keyboard with an almost feverish intensity.

You let out another moan, this one louder and more needy than the last.

"Jay... I need you.."

He still didn't react. His focus was solely on the computer screen in front of him, his mind consumed by the music he was creating.

You can feel his body responding to you now; the way he takes a sharp breath, the way his muscles tense up beneath you as you squirm on his lap. You can feel his hardness growing in his pants, responding to your every move.

He still pretends not to notice, his eyes laser focused on the computer screen in front of him.

His hips suddenly bucked upwards, instinctively seeking more contact with you. He still pretends not to notice his own reaction, acting like it's just a random movement, but you can see the slight flush that has crept onto his cheeks.

You finally slide off his lap and kneel on the floor between his legs. With a quick yet careful movement, you unzip his jeans and pull down the top of his boxers, revealing his semi-hard cock. He bucked his hips up again, this time letting out a little grunt.

You look up at him and wait for a reaction, but his eyes are still fixed on the computer screen. He continues to type and click, his hands moving quickly across the keyboard, as if nothing had happened.

You kneel there for a moment, feeling frustrated and ignored. You want his attention so badly, but he is completely engrossed in his work. It's like you don't even exist to him right now.

You decided to stroke his member with your hands painfully slow, hoping for a reaction. Again, nothing.

Okay… plan C: Jay’s favorite, blowjobs. You position your mouth above his tip, licking the top part of his shaft.

He suddenly looked down and noticed you, his eyes widening slightly in surprise as he took in the sight of you kneeling between his legs, his cock in your mouth. “Fuck...” he cursed under his breath, his hands momentarily freezing over the keyboard.

Jay stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He reached out and grabbed you, lifting you up and placing you on the table. "You’re so distracting you little needy slut..." he muttered, his eyes blazing with desire as he tore at your clothes, ripping them off your body without care.

Your heart was racing as you feel the cool air hit your exposed skin. His rough handling turned you on even more, making you shiver with anticipation. The urgency in his movements, the way he was finally giving in to his desire after ignoring you... it's all incredibly intoxicating.

He spread your legs roughly, stepping between them, looking down at your bare body, as his eyes darkening with lust. He hooked his arms under your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the table. "Tell me how badly you want my cock y/n."

"I... I need it so badly, Jay. Please... just take me..." You begged, your voice coming out as a breathy whisper, betraying just how much you've been wanting him this entire time. "Want you to fill me up s’ bad..”

He let out a deep growl at your words, his control finally snapping completely. He undoes the rest of his jeans and boxers in one swift motion, stroking his hard cock. In one thrust, he entered you roughly, pinning you against the table with his hips. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Wanted this for too long Jay-t-to big...!" You cried out, arching your back in pleasure as he filled you up completely. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he started moving, his hips thrusting back and forth rapidly, giving you exactly what you begged for.

"You like it rough like this?" He snarled, his voice laced with aggression as he pounded into you, making the table creak under your combined weight. Jay then grabbed your hair and yanked your head back, exposing your throat.

"Answer me. Do. You. Like. It. Like. This?" Each word punctuated by a hard thrust, each movement rough and deliberate as he stared intensely at your exposed neck. "Tell me how much you fucking love it when I'm inside you like this."

"Yes! Yes, I fucking love it! Harder, Jay - please..." You pleaded, each moan was pulled from deep within your throat as he continued to hit that perfect spot inside you. "You're - you're hitting it just- just..." Your voice breaks as pleasure overloads your senses.

Letting out a growl in satisfaction and increased his pace, Jay slammed into you harder, his breathing becoming heavier with each thrust. His free hand moved to cup your breast firmly, thumb rubbing against your nipple while maintaining that intense eye contact. "I knew you were fucking dying for this. Gone through all that trouble for this? You’re so fucking needy y/n.”

His words alone nearly made you orgasm, the way he saw right through you and knew exactly what you wanted, needed. "More... call me needy again..." You whimpered, your heels digging into his ass encouraging him to keep going. "Harder, do it harder..."

Jay smirked at your words, a dark glint in his eyes as he started moving even faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "You're such a needy little thing, aren't you? Begging for my cock like it's the only thing you fucking need."

His voice was harsh, demanding as he continued to pump into you, showing no mercy. "Look at you... spread wide for me on this table. Who the fuck owns this pussy now? Tell me y/n." He bit your neck hard, adding the sting of pain to your pleasure.

"Y-You do... You own it Jay... It's yours..." You choked out, your voice hoarse from screaming and crying out in pleasure. Your nails were digging into his back, marking him up as he continued to pound into you, leaving his marks on your neck and collarbone. “This pussy is all y-yours!”

"Damn right it is." He hissed, his body slamming into yours painfully. His hands moved to your throat, gently squeezing to restrict your air slightly. "Say my name and who's girl you are while I'm inside you."

"Jay! I'm Jay's girl! Yours, yours, yours!!" You screamed out, completely lost in the pleasure and pain, your eyes rolling back as he choked you slightly.

Your body was shaking with need, so close to falling apart from the intense fucking. "Please, Jay!" He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “The other one.”

Your heart thumped at his request, a rush of embarrassment going down your throat. “D-daddy’s girl- I belong to you daddy!”

His face lit up with a sinister smile at your words. "Good girl." He cooed, his voice dropping an octave as he continued to choke you gently. "Daddy's girl is taking daddy's whole length like a good girl, isn't she?"

His breath grew ragged, his hips moving faster and more forcefully against yours. "Fuck, y/n... I'm close..." He groaned deeply, his grip on your throat loosening slightly. "Where do you want it? Inside you or..." He thrust harder.

"Inside me... Daddy, I want to feel you cum inside me..." You begged, your voice breaking with each thrust. "Fill me up with your cum..." Your body trembling, almost at your breaking point. "Please.. m’ on the pill…"

A deep growl escaped his throat at your words "That's my good girl... Say it again." His thrusts became more erratic, each one hitting deeper "Tell Daddy how much you want his cum filling you up." He panted through gritted teeth.

"Please, Daddy... I want your hot cum inside me... I need to feel you fill me up... I need it so badly..." You sobbed, tears streaming down your face from the intense pleasure and desperation. "Cum inside me, Daddy... Make me your girl completely... Please...!!"

With a final powerful thrust, he let out a deep, animalistic groan as he came deep inside you, filling you completely with his hot release. He kept holding you close, still gently choking you as he kissed your neck roughly. "Such a good girl taking Daddy's cum..."

As he finished, you could feel his hot cum filling you up completely, leaking out around his still-hard length. You whimpered and shuddered, overwhelmed with pleasure and satisfaction. Tears continued to stream down your face as you nuzzled into his chest, feeling completely claimed and owned by him.

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