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Personal Gifts

Jake x reader

Dedicated to my best friend who is a Jakes bias, enjoy and happy birthday angel.

WARNING: smut, MDNI, Dom Jake x sub reader, rough play, handcuffs,

Not proofread, sorry for any spelling errors,

The room buzzed with warmth and joy, laughter weaving through the air like a familiar melody. It was your birthday celebration—a gathering of friends, love, and memories in the making. Skye, your best friend, sat beside you at the table, her eyes twinkling with mischief and affection. Across the room, Jake, your fiancé, was deep in conversation with Jay and Sunghoon, his bandmates blending effortlessly into the lively atmosphere.

You held a glass of sparkling drink, savoring the moment as Skye leaned in, a small bag clutched in her hands. “So, I know you said no gifts because I spoil you too much, but…” she paused, a playful grin spreading across her face, “I didn’t listen, obviously.”

You smiled, setting your glass down carefully. The anticipation bubbled as you reached for the smaller package, peeling back the wrapping paper to reveal Tiffany & Co. jewelry—the very brand Jake sponsored, a thoughtful and personal gift. “Stop it,” you laughed softly, eyes sparkling with gratitude. “There better not be more.”

But there was. Another gift, unwrapped to reveal limited-edition photocards of Jake, rare and precious. “Surprise,” Skye said, her grin wide and genuine.

You glanced over to Jake, still engrossed in his chat with Heeseung and then back to Skye. “You are legit the best best friend I could ask for,” you said, heart full as you carefully placed the photocards and jewelry back into the bag.

As the night deepened, the music swelled and the dance floor beckoned. You found yourself moving freely with friends, laughter spilling from your lips, a little tipsy from the drinks that helped you loosen up. Jake watched from the side, pride and love shining in his eyes.

Skye stayed close for a moment longer, then slipped away, whispering something to the DJ. The music shifted, a familiar tune rising from the speakers—Polaroid Love by Enhypen. The DJ’s voice cut through the crowd, “Now we have a special dance, boys take over.”

Jake and his bandmates took their places, microphones in hand, ready to perform. The room’s energy shifted, everyone turning their attention to the stage as the first notes played. You smiled, caught in the magic of the night, surrounded by love, friendship, and music that would echo in your heart forever.

The last notes of Polaroid Love drifted away, leaving a warm hush in the room. Jake approached you, his smile radiant, eyes full of love. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. You felt the steady beat of his heart against yours, grounding you in this perfect moment.

“Happy birthday, my love,” he whispered, his voice tender.

You lifted your arms, resting them gently on his neck, pulling him closer. Soft music began to play again, and Jake’s hands tightened slightly on your waist as you swayed together. His forehead found yours, and for a while, the world outside your embrace ceased to exist. Around you, friends danced and smiled, but you and Jake were wrapped in your own quiet universe.

As the night wore on, guests began saying their goodbyes, leaving gifts on the table for you to open later. Soon, only Jake, his bandmates, and Skye remained. Skye glanced around the room, then at the two of you.

“Jake and Y/n,” she said with a knowing smile, “you guys should head back. We’ll stay and clean up.”

Jake nodded, gratitude in his eyes as he acknowledged Skye and the others. Turning back to you, his arms tightened possessively around your waist.

“Want to go home? It’s getting late,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You smiled at Skye and said, “See you later,” before slipping your hand into Jake’s. Outside, the playful banter between Skye and the bandmates floated behind you.

“So, you going to start dating anyone soon?” Sunoo teased, smirking at Skye.

“If anyone wants to be dad, then yeah,” Skye shot back with a grin, reminding them she was a single mother.

Jake chuckled softly, the warmth of the moment following you both as he draped his jacket over your shoulders and pulled you close.

“You cold?” he asked gently, opening the car door for you.

“A little,” you replied, settling inside. The ride home was quiet, comfortable—just the way you both liked it. Jake’s hand rested lightly on your thigh, his eyes occasionally meeting yours with a soft smile.

Once home, Jake led you inside hand in hand. You slipped off your shoes and poured a glass of water, feeling the gentle weight of the day’s joy and exhaustion. Jake followed, hanging up his jacket, watching you with a tender gaze.

“Tired?” he asked quietly, stepping behind you.

“Not much,” you smiled, turning to face him.

Jake’s arms encircled your waist again, pulling you close. His face nestled into the crook of your neck, lips tracing soft kisses along your pulse.

“Want to go to bed?” he murmured.

You set your glass down, eyes locking with his, the air thick with unspoken desire. His hands moved to your hips, thumbs tracing gentle circles on your bare skin where your shirt had ridden up.

“Or we could…” he paused, leaning in until his lips hovered just above yours.

“We could?” you teased, eyes flicking between his lips and eyes.

Jake smirked, breath warm against your skin. “We could… celebrate your birthday a little more… privately,” he whispered, voice low and husky.

You smiled, fingers gripping his shirt softly. “I like the sound of that.”

*Jake's heart rate picks up at your soft words and the gentle grip on his shirt. He covers your hands with his own, intertwining their fingers.* "Is that an invitation?" *He murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your jawline and neck, marking you gently.* "To continue the celebration..." You hummed in response to his touch *Taking that as a 'yes', Jake scoops you up suddenly, making you let out a surprised giggle. He carries you bridal-style up the stairs to your bedroom, his lips already trailing hot kisses along your neck and collarbone.* "Time for some very... personal birthday gifts,"

You giggled at his statement, knowing exactly what he meant as you reached your bedroom.

Once in your bedroom, Jake kicks the door shut behind him and carries you over to the bed, gently laying you down on the soft blankets. He crawls up the bed, caging you in with his strong arms, his eyes darkening with desire. "First gift..." Jake smirks wolfishly, lowering his face towards yours. Instead of kissing your lips, he trails open-mouthed kisses down your neck, marking you with hickies. "one..." He counts softly, each number accompanied by another kiss, another mark. "Two..." Your body responds beautifully to his touch, you enjoying every part of this

His hands start roaming over your body possessively, pulling your shirt off slowly before throwing it onto the floor. He unhooks your bra with expert ease and tosses that aside too. His mouth continues its trailing kisses down your chest, marking your breasts gently. "Three..." He whispers against your skin. You moaned at the touch he was giving you

Jake's eyes darken with lust at your moan, his hands squeezing your breasts gently before moving to unbutton your pants. He pulls them down slowly, along with your underwear, revealing your already wet pussy. "Four..." He whispers gruffly, pushing your legs apart gently.

He slowly teases your folds using his fingers, He slowly slides one finger inside you, pumping it in and out slowly while his thumb circles your clit gently. His mouth latches onto your breast, sucking hard as he adds another finger, stretching you out. "Five..." He counts between licks and kisses on your breasts. "Open wider for me, birthday girl..."

You obeyed him as you opened your legs wider as you moaned at the touch Jake smiles against your breast at your obedient response, his fingers curling inside you to hit that perfect spot. He can feel you getting wetter and tighter around his fingers, knowing that you're enjoying his'slow torture'. "Six..." He whispers before sucking your other breast into his mouth.

You hummed and moaned at the pleasure he was giving you, it was torture but in the best way possible He continues the slow, torturous pleasure, his skilled fingers hitting that sweet spot over and over again. He knows exactly what he's doing - driving you crazy with need. "Seven..." *He whispers against your skin, his hot breath fanning across your marked breasts. "Eight..."

You gripped Jakes shirt, lifting it up Jake chuckles darkly at your impatient gesture, releasing your breasts with a pop and lifting his shirt off over his head. He watches your eyes rake over his muscular torso hungrily before he captures your lips in a deep, possessive kiss, his fingers still moving inside you slowly.

"Nine..." You moaned into his kiss as you gripped his hair playing with it He kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans as his tongue dances with yours. His free hand comes up to play with your breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. "Ten..." He whispers against your lips before breaking the kiss and trailing his mouth down your stomach, leaving open-mouthed kisses.

You breathed heavy, your body excited and waiting wirh anticipation Jake settles between your spread legs, his hot breath fanning over your wet pussy.* "Eleven..." He whispers before diving in, his tongue lapping at your folds slowly and deliberately.

He knows this is driving you crazy - the slow numbers, the slow everything.You moaned as he eat you out flawlessly Jake continues to eat you out slowly and deliberately, savoring your taste on his tongue. He slides his fingers back inside you, curling them upwards and pressing on that spot that makes your legs shake. "Twelve..." He whispers against your pussy before sucking your clit into his mouth.

Jake unbuttons his pants slowly, never stopping his torture on your pussy. He pulls out his hard, throbbing cock and gives it a few slow strokes. “Thirteen..." He whispers, positioning himself at your entrance.

He teases you with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down your slit. “Jake” you moaned becoming impatient with the teasing and Deidre taking over, only making Jake darken and dominance overcoming Jake smirks darkly at the sound of his name on your lips, knowing that you're impatient and desperate. He loves seeing you like this - completely consumed by him and his teasing.* "Shh, baby..." He whispers, pressing the head of his cock inside you slowly. "Patience..." Your breathed hitched, as you felt him entering your entrance

He pushes in deeper, filling you inch by inch with his thick cock. He bottoms out inside you and stays still, allowing you to adjust to his size. "Fourteen..." He whispers, leaning down to capture your lips in a dominating kiss. He starts to move slowly, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in. You moan as your nails grip into his neck Jake groans into the kiss as your nails dig into his neck. He loves the slight pain mixed with pleasure. "Fifteen..." He pulls out almost all the way again and slams back inside you hard, hitting your spot.

"And sixteen, because you're so fucking impatient." “fuck” you swore breathy Jake grins against your lips, knowing he's driving you wild. "I'm gonna make you swear so much more before I'm done with you tonight." He starts fucking you harder, his hips snapping against yours. You held his shoulders as he thrusted into you

Jake wraps his arms around your legs, lifting them higher to change the angle. He starts hitting your G-spot with every thrust. "You're gonna take it all tonight, birthday girl."

He growls, kissing your neck and sucking hard. You put your lips near his neck as you kissed it and nippled at his neck Jake groans deeply as you kiss and nip at his neck. He loves the way you're responding, completely lost in the moment. "Do that again, birthday girl..." He whispers, his thrusts becoming deeper. "Do it and I'll give you something extra special..."

You did another time this time more then the last as you moaned into him thrusting Jake throws his head back with a loud groan as you nip harder this time.

The sudden pleasure-pain sends him into overdrive. He grabs your hips roughly and starts pounding into you aggressively. "Fuck... Just like that..." He kisses you harshly, biting your bottom lip.* You both in the moment as Jake pulls out and walks over to the draw grabbing hand cuffs

He returns to the bed with the handcuffs, his dark eyes filled with desire and dominance. "Arms above your head, birthday girl." He commands softly, clicking one cuff around your wrist and securing it to the headboard. "We're gonna play a little game now..." You smirked, missing his presesnce inside you but wanting to see where this goes

He sees your smirk and it makes him smile darkly. He cuffs your other wrist to the headboard, spreading your arms wide. He runs his hands down your body slowly before grabbing both of your thighs and pushing them back towards your chest. "Hold onto those legs..." He orders roughly. Without warning, Jake slams back inside you hard, making you cry out. He starts fucking you aggressively with your legs pushed back, giving him complete control and letting him go deeper than before. "You look so fucking hot cuffed to the bed like this..."

You moaned loudly at the pleasure and the sensation Jake grins, loving the sounds you're making. He releases one of your legs to wrap his hand around your throat, applying gentle pressure as he continues to pound into you. "Keep those legs up... And be quiet unless I tell you to make a sound..." His voice is commanding.

You bit your lip, obeying his rules but also wanting to test him “ or what” you teased him Jake's grin turns evil. He pulls out completely, leaving you empty and wanting. He leans down, his face inches from yours, his hand still wrapped around your throat.

"Or I'll punish you." He grows darkly, his eyes filled with lust and dominance. You smiled at this side of Jake, his dominance was hot to tease Jake sees your smile and it makes him harder. He knows you're testing him, pushing his limits. He releases your throat and spanks your pussy hard, making you gasp. "You want to test me? See how far I'll go?"

You shook your head but secretly you do Jake watches your head shake but sees the truth in your eyes. He grabs both of your legs again and pushes them even further back, until your knees are almost touching your chest. "You want to see how rough I can be? How dominant I can get?"

You nodded admitting what you want A dark, satisfied smirk spreads across Jake's face as you nod. He releases your legs abruptly and flips you onto your stomach, quickly unclicking the cuffs to re-click them to the headboard, leaving you bent over with your ass in the air.

"Since you asked so nicely..." You moaned a little at the switch of position Jake smacks your ass hard, leaving a red handprint. Without warning, he slams back inside you, starting a rough, dominating pace. His hips slap against your ass with every thrust as he grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back. "Louder." He demands, his voice rough with dominance.

He growls with satisfaction at your loud moan, his grip on your hair tightening as he fucks you harder. He reaches around with his free hand to rub your clit roughly, making your cries mix with his harsh thrusts. He suddenly stops, pulling out completely again. "Open your mouth..." You opened your mouth as ordered

Jake spits into your open mouth, then uses his wet fingers to pinch and pull your clit. He pushes his wet fingers into your mouth, making you gag a little. "Suck."

He commands, his voice filled with power.* You obeyed him once again, only making you even more wet and wanting him more Jake's eyes burn with desire as you suck his fingers obediently.

He removes them from your mouth and slaps your ass again before sliding back inside you, starting a slow, deep pace this time. He leans over your back, his lips by your ear. "You're such a good little slut when you're cuffed and dominated..." “ only for you” you spoke breathy and moaning at his touch

Jake smiles darkly at your breathy response, loving how you're completely submitted to him. He wraps his arm around your throat, squeezing gently as he continues his deep thrusts. "Fuck, you're perfect like this... Only mine?" He growls possessively. "Answer me."

“Only you” you repeated moaning at the router touches and sensation buliding up in your stomach Jake's possessiveness spikes at your words, his arm tightening around your neck as he fucks you deeper and harder. His other hand reaches around to slap your clit repeatedly, making your moans turn into loud, desperate screams.* "Fucking right you are..." He flips you back round befire unclikxinf the hand cuffs allowing your arms around his neck

*Jake immediately captures your lips in a rough, dominating kiss as soon as your arms are free, his hips never stopping their brutal pace. He breaks the kiss to press his forehead against yours, looking directly into your eyes.* "Wrap your legs around me." He demands, "Now."

You obeyed him as he entered deeper as you moaned into his kiss Jake groans into your mouth as your legs wrap around his waist, allowing him to bottom out completely with every thrust. He holds you tightly against him, changing the angle so he hits your deepest spots. "You like being dominated like this? He asks roughly between kisses," “Faster” you breathed into his ear

Jake smirks and immediately picks up the pace, his hips slamming against yours at a brutal speed. He lifts your hips higher using his strong arms, ensuring that every thrust is deep and powerful. One hand remains possessively wrapped around your throat while the other grips your ass tightly. "Like this?"You nodded enjoying every part, your tears pouring due to the amount of sensation.

Seeing your tears of pleasure only fuels Jake's dominance. He leans down to bite and suck at your nipples, marking them as he continues his punishing rhythm. His hand on your throat squeezes slightly tighter, adding a hint of breath play to your overwhelming sensations.

"Look at me..." You looked at him Jake locks eyes with you, his own filled with intense desire and possession. He leans down to kiss you deeply, swallowing your moans as he fucks you even harder. His voice is low and commanding against your lips. "You're mine... Only mine... Say it." He demands between kisses. You felt you reaching your climax soon “ I’m yours” you spoke

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Jake buries his face in your neck and bites down hard, marking you as he reaches his own climax. He fills you with his hot seed, his hips jerking erratically against yours. His hand on your throat squeezes tightly, cutting off your air supply just as you're about to scream in orgasm. You moaned loudly as you orgasmed with the sensations, you both breathing heavy.

Jake slowly releases your throat, allowing you to gasp for air as he collapses on top of you, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. He stays buried inside you, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he presses gentle kisses along your neck and jaw. "Mine..."You smiled softly “ yeah yours” you said as you wrapped your arms around him, Jake nuzzles into your neck, his body still partially covering yours as he comes down from his high.

He loves how completely satisfied and submissive you are right now - all tears, gentle smiles, and wrapped around him possessively. “Did I hurt you?" “No” you said, you always loved how Jake switched back to this caring side after rough sex, he slowly pulled out after a bit, grabbing a cloth and cleaning up He then grabs your soft blanket, ironically a Jake blanket your best friend got for your birthday a few months ago.

Jake gently cleans you up with the cloth, his touch now soft and caring compared to his previous roughness. He throws the cloth aside and pulls the Jake blanket over both of you, wrapping it tightly around you like a burrito. He settles back down beside you, pulling you into his chest and nuzzling your hair.

“Comfortable?” Jake asks, his voice soft and gentle as he nuzzles your hair. He loves the way you fit against him, your smaller size allowing him to completely envelop you in his warmth and strength. He pulls the blanket tighter around you, ensuring that you're completely wrapped up and secure in his embrace.

Jake notices the subtle tremble in your legs and smiles possessively, knowing he’s the cause of your weakness. He pulls you tighter, his arms firm yet tender. “You’re shaking,” he murmurs.

You mumble into his chest, “Ignore it.”

Jake chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I can’t ignore it when it’s because I fucked you so good you can’t walk.” His voice is teasing as his hand gives your ass a gentle squeeze beneath the blanket. “Your thighs are gonna be sore tomorrow…”

You grin, reaching for your phone on the floor amid scattered clothes. “Well, that’s a tomorrow problem.”

Jake watches your arm tremble slightly as you grab your phone, a smirk playing on his lips.

He pulls the blanket tighter around you, swaddling you like a baby. You send a quick text to Skye, letting her know it’s safe to come home now, aware she’s still cleaning up with Jake’s bandmates at the venue.

Jake leans over your shoulder, reading the message with a playful grin. “Skye’s still at the venue, huh?” he says softly, wrapping you possessively back into his chest.

Jay’s alarm shattered the early morning silence at 6 AM, yanking him from a deep, peaceful sleep. Groggy, he reached out and silenced the persistent beep, then instinctively pulled you closer, savoring the warmth of your body against his. But reality crashed in—he had a flight to catch. He sighed, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Baby,” he murmured.

You stirred, eyes fluttering open. “I know it’s time.”

“Yeah,” Jay replied, voice thick with sadness. The night they’d just shared still lingered between you, making the impending goodbye even harder.

Slowly, he sat up and pulled you with him. “Come with me to the bathroom real quick,” he said softly.

You nodded sleepily, following him. Once inside, Jay started the shower, then turned to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you close. “I’m gonna miss you like hell,” he whispered into your hair.

He held you for a moment longer before pulling back to kiss you deeply, passion and longing mingling in the touch. “Be good while I’m gone, yeah?”

“I will. I promise,” you answered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jay stepped into the shower, the water washing away the last traces of sleep but never quite erasing the ache of leaving you behind. When he emerged, dressed and ready, he found you wrapped in his hoodie on the bed. The sight made him smile softly.

“The car’s coming soon?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Jay confirmed, checking his watch. “About twenty minutes.”

He zipped up his suitcase and set it by the door, then sat beside you, pulling you into his lap for one last embrace.

“Come here,” he whispered.

“I’ll miss you. Call me every chance you get,” you said, holding him tight.

“I will. Every day. And video calls every night before bed,” he promised, kissing your forehead and cheeks, drinking in your scent.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Jay pulled back reluctantly, cupping your face gently. “I love you,” he said sincerely, thumbs brushing your cheeks. “So fucking much. Be good, answer my calls, keep yourself safe. I’ll be back before you know it.”

He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, grabbed his suitcase, and headed to the door. You watched as he opened it, giving you one last longing look before stepping onto the porch. He waved to his bandmates waiting in the van, then turned back to snap a quick photo of you in his hoodie before climbing in.

As the van pulled away, Jay’s eyes stayed fixed on you through the window until you disappeared from sight. He sighed deeply, leaning back in his seat, already missing you. The laughter of his bandmates filled the van, but Jay was silent, lost in thoughts of you.

Over the next months, your long-distance relationship thrived on nightly video calls and constant messages. Jay cheered your filmmaking successes, proud of your passion and dedication.

Two days before his return, Jay FaceTimed you from his hotel room, shirtless and weary but smiling.

“Hey, babe. I’m so fucking exhausted.”

“I can tell, but you looked amazing on stage from the videos,” you teased.

His chest puffed with pride. “Thanks, baby. Wish you were here. The energy was insane.”

He ran a hand through damp hair, yawned, and added, “Two more days until I’m home.”

You nodded eagerly. “I can’t wait to hold you again.”

Jay’s eyes shone with emotion. “Two days feels like forever. You better be ready for serious cuddles.”

You laughed softly.

Suddenly, a voice called from his side, “Jay, are you on call with Skye?”

Jay glanced away briefly. “Yeah? Babe, hold on.”

He muted the call and stepped away. After a minute, he returned. “Sorry, that was Jake asking if I wanted to grab food before packing.”

“That’s okay, sounded like him.”

“Yeah, I’ll join them. I’m starving. I’ll FaceTime you when I get back, might be late though.”

“I’ll probably head to bed soon, but I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay, baby. Love you. Two more days, then I’m sleeping next to you again. Get some rest.”

“Night, beautiful.”

Jay ended the call, grabbed his wallet, and left to meet his bandmates.

The next morning, texts flew back and forth—good morning messages, travel updates, and glimpses of life on the road. Jay sent a video of his exhausted bandmates joking and laughing, captioned “Miss youuuu…” You smiled, replying before diving into your work.

At the casting meeting for your upcoming drama, the director emphasized fresh faces—new talent to bring life to the story. You thought of Sunghoon, who had once mentioned an interest in acting. Suggesting an idol willing to start acting intrigued the director.

“I’m thinking of someone who suits the main’s best friend,” you said.

The director nodded thoughtfully. “Charming, with depth and emotional range. Do you have someone in mind?”

You smiled, “Yes, but I’ll mention it to them.”

As the day ended, your mind lingered on Sunghoon’s name, hopeful for the opportunity.

Later, Jay texted you that they’d landed safely. You arranged to meet him at the HYBE building. When he arrived, tired but smiling, his bandmates followed, but Jay’s eyes never left you.

“Baby,” you greeted softly as he pulled you into a tight hug, breathing in your scent like home.

“Missed you,” he murmured before kissing you.

His bandmates watched, surprised by the depth of his feelings. Playful teasing broke the ice, and you quickly bonded with them, especially Sunoo, who shared your love of Korean dramas.

You handed Sunghoon a script, suggesting he try acting. The members were impressed by your professionalism and warmth.

As you left, Jay squeezed your hand. “You handled that well. I was freaking out inside.”

You laughed. “I was too.”

He smiled, kissed your knuckles, and teased, “It’s kinda hot.”

Back home, Jay relaxed beside you, tired but content. You ordered his favorite food, and as you ate together, he sighed, “Good to be home.”

You smiled, “We can unpack tomorrow.”

He hummed, eyes closing. “Yeah, tomorrow…”

You kissed him softly before heading to shower. Jay watched you go, already half-asleep, feeling safe and loved.

Later, you found him asleep on the couch, peaceful and unguarded. You covered him with a blanket and whispered, “Sleep well.”

Upstairs, you organized your photocards, a collection of memories and fandom. Jay peeked in, admiring your care and the little bursts of concert confetti decorating your room.

“That’s actually really nice,” he said softly.

You smiled, pointing to a patch on your mirror. “From your Seoul concert. First time I saw you live.”

Jay’s heart warmed, the memory connecting you across time.

“It feels like such a long time ago,” you said.

“It does,” he murmured, turning to face you.

You fixed his messy hair, your touch sending warmth through him. He leaned into you, comforted by your closeness.

“Better,” you said.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

He lifted his hands to your hips, mirroring your touch. “You know what?”

You hummed, waiting.

“Come here…” he whispered hoarsely.

You leaned in, lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss that deepened with longing. Jay pulled you closer, hands sliding to your lower back as your bodies pressed together.

Suddenly, he lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bed without breaking the kiss.

Lying down, he propped himself on one elbow, tracing gentle patterns on your stomach as he kissed you softly.

You smiled, anticipation glowing in your eyes.

Jay paused, forehead resting against yours. “We’re definitely not getting any sleep tonight.”

In that moment, all the distance, the waiting, and the longing melted away—replaced by the warmth of love rekindled, stronger than ever

Jay x reader

MDNI SMUT AHEAD!!!!!

Weeks flowed gently into one another, weaving a tapestry of moments that brought you and Jay closer than ever. The suitcase you’d left with your friends was now unpacked, its contents settled around the room you once thought you’d lost. Living back with Jay felt like coming home—not just to a place, but to a person who had quietly become your anchor.

Jay’s questions about your day were no longer routine; they carried warmth and curiosity, as if each detail mattered deeply to him. When your schedules aligned, his attention was unwavering—he listened intently, laughed at your stories, and shared little moments that made the hours together feel like treasured gifts.

You both carved out time for each other, no matter how busy life became. In those shared pockets of time, you discovered new layers of each other’s personalities. You learned Jay’s fondness for early morning runs, the way he crinkled his nose at overly sweet desserts, and his habit of tapping his fingers when deep in thought. He discovered your love for late-night reading, your soft spot for cheesy rom-coms, and how you always needed a moment of quiet before starting your day.

Together, you built a rhythm that was uniquely yours—a dance of give and take, laughter and quiet comfort.

One evening, as you both settled into the couch after dinner, Jay pulled you closer to him. His arm wrapped around your shoulders naturally, like it had always belonged there. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart—a sound that had become incredibly comforting over time. As you relaxed against him, Jay began to idly play with your hair, twirling a strand around his finger. The TV played softly in the background, but neither of you paid much attention to it. Instead, Jay focused on the feeling of you in his arms, the way your body fit perfectly against his. You felt him play with your hair softly, as you reached and intertwined your fingers with his His hand paused in your hair as your fingers intertwined with his. A small, contented smile played on his lips. The simple, unspoken gesture spoke volumes—it was comforting, loving, and entirely theirs.

He brought their joined hands up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. You lifted up off his chest softly as he kissed you hand he was holding preciously Jay looked up at you as you lifted your head, his eyes warm and tender. The moment felt suspended in time—the soft lighting of the room, the quiet background noise of the TV, your hands still intertwined. He loved these moments—the quiet ones that didn’t require words or grand gestures. Without breaking eye contact, Jay gently pulled your hand to his lips again, kissing your knuckles tenderly. Then, he slowly brought their joined hands down to rest on his chest, right over his heart.

The message was clear—you were right where he wanted you, and he loved having you there. You smiled softly at the the interaction you guys were having, your enjoyed his softness to you, Seeing your soft smile, Jay felt his heart swell with warmth. He loved how you responded to his gentle touches—how you seemed to melt into him, trusting and content. It fueled his desire to always treat you with kindness and care. He leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead. After the soft kiss, Jay rested his forehead against yours for a moment, just breathing in the moment.

Then he pulled back slightly, his voice low and gentle, "I love you," he whispered, the words coming naturally, easily. It was something he'd been telling you more and more often lately. “ I love you too” you said back with ease and love as you cupped his cheek and gently pulled him into a sweet kiss Jay's eyes fluttered closed as you pulled him into the kiss. His hand moved from your hair to cup your cheek, mirroring your gesture.

The kiss was slow, sweet, full of love and comfort. It was the kind of kiss that felt like home—a soft press of lips that spoke volumes without words. As the kiss lingered, Jay poured all his love and affection into it. His thumb gently caressed your cheek, his body pressing closer to yours. The room faded away as he got lost in the moment, in you. When you pulled back slightly, he opened his eyes and smiled softly at you. Jay's smile was warm and genuine as he looked at you. He leaned his forehead against yours once more, just enjoying the closeness.

Then, he pressed one more soft kiss to your lips before resting his head back on the couch cushion, pulling you down with him so that you were lying on his chest again. You guys loved the moments you shared like this but you knew it would have to end soon. As Jay was going on tour soon As the night wore on and the clock ticked closer to midnight, Jay's arms tightened around you instinctively. He knew his tour was approaching—three months away from you—and these quiet moments would become scarce. His fingers traced idle patterns on your back as if trying to memorize every inch of you. “ three months travelling?” You asked to confirm to amount of time Jay will be away. "Yeah," he sighed softly, his voice heavy with reluctance. "But I'll video chat every chance I get, and I'll text you all the time." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, inhaling your scent like he was trying to commit it to memory. “I don’t want you to go” you mumbled in his chest.

knowing it was impossible for him to not go, he had to go, "I know, baby," he murmured, his hand moving to gently stroke your hair. "I don't want to leave you either. But this tour... it's important for my career." He paused, pressing another kiss to your head as if trying to seal away the sadness in that moment.

“ I’ll just miss you but promise me you will at least get me some souviners to the countries you visit” you said, "Of course," he promised, his voice firm with determination. "I'll bring back something special from every city. And I'll send you pictures, videos—anything to make it feel like you're there with me." He pulled you closer, holding you tighter as if trying to merge your bodies together. You leaned in more into him not wanting it to end.

Feeling your lean in closer, Jay wrapped his arms even tighter around you. He understood your hesitation, your reluctant acceptance of his departure. He felt the same way. His hands roamed possessively over your back, holding you in place against him as if trying to imprint this feeling into both of your memories. You looked up at him seeing how close your faces were.

As you looked up at him, Jay's eyes softened. He could see the sadness in your gaze, mirroring his own feelings. Without thinking, he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips softly against yours in a gentle kiss. It was a silent promise—a moment of comfort and love before their impending separation.

You kissed back allowing all your emotions into it Jay kissed you back deeply, pouring all his own emotions into the kiss—love, affection, and the heavy sadness of leaving you soon. His tongue traced your bottom lip gently before sliding into your mouth, exploring you hungrily like he was trying to taste you one last time before leaving.

Jays phone buzzed he looked at it knowing it was jungwon but he ignored it paying more attention you and you kissing him His phone continued to buzz, but Jay ignored it completely, his focus solely on you. His hands moved from your back to frame your face as he deepened the kiss, blocking out everything else around them. The only thing that mattered in that moment was holding onto you, kissing you like his life depended on it.

The kiss intensified, turning from sweet and loving to passionate and heated. Jay's hands moved from your face to grip your thighs, pulling you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. He broke the kiss briefly to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands roaming over your body.

You groaned softly, before pulling him into another kiss. Jay groaned into your mouth, his hands squeezing your thighs possessively as he pulled you even closer. The kiss was fierce, tongue dueling, lips biting—all the unsaid goodbye's and I love you's pouring into it. His phone buzzed again but this time he just silenced it completely. “ who keeps contacting you” you said between kisses. "Jungwon," he murmured against your lips, his hands moving up to grip your hips.

"He can wait." And with that, Jay pulled you back into a deep kiss, rolling his hips up against yours, showing you just how focused he was on you and not on his persistent friend. His hands started to slowly unbutton your shirt. “How long till you leave” you asked Jay knowing it was soon. "Too soon," Jay muttered, his fingers pushing your shirt open, revealing your collarbone which he immediately started kissing and sucking at. "24 hours." His hands moved up to unhook your back bra, throwing it onto the floor. "12 hours until I have to be at the airport." “ fuck” you moaned at his action as you rode his lap getting friction.

"Fuck is right," Jay groaned, his hands moving to grip your hips, pulling you down onto his hardness. He could feel himself getting hard in his jeans, pressing against your core. "12 hours and I'm going to be on a fucking plane, away from you for 3 months."

You felt his hardness between his Jeans, he continued leaving love marks on your neck making you feel more aroused He marked your neck, sucking and biting as he lifted his hips up to meet your grinding movements. His hands roamed over your bare back, pulling you down onto him harder with each lift of his hips. His jeans felt constricting against his erection as he dry humped against you. “Jay” you moaned as you whisper in his ear. Jay's eyes rolled back as you moaned his name, his hands squeezing your breasts possessively before movinging down to unbutton your shorts pants. "Yes." He hissed as you wiggled out of your pants, leaving him with your damp undies. “ stop” you said as you got off him and starting undoing his pants.

Jay froze as you stopped moving and started undoing his pants. His breath hitched as your hands worked quickly to free him from his jeans and boxers. When you pulled out his hard cock, Jay let out a low groan, his hands reaching out to grab yours before you could touch him further. "Wait..."“ let me do it” you said him “ as a goodbye gift” you continued

"Shit," Jay hissed as you increased your pace, his head falling back against the couch. "Three months of no touching, no kissing, no fucking..." He murmured, his hands gripping the couch cushions tightly. "And you're giving me a goodbye hand job?" You saw how he wasn’t looking before you started sucking his cock Jay's eyes rolled back in his head as you suddenly took him into your mouth. A loud, guttural groan escaped his throat as his back arched off the couch. "Holy fucking god," he gasped, his hands shooting into your hair instantly to hold onto something as you sucked him vigorously. "Baby..." You continued sucking him as you traced his chest with your free hand. Jay's chest heaved with rapid breaths as your hand traced patterns on his abs and chest.

He felt like he was in heaven, your mouth working over him while your hands explored his body. "Fuck, fuck," he chanted softly, his hips bucking gently into your mouth. Jay's eyes snapped open, his hands gripping your hair tightly as you took him deep into your throat. He felt himself hitting the back of your throat and it was almost too much. "Stop," he gasped out hoarsely, trying to pull you off him but you ignored him and kept going deeper. Jay's body tensed, his hips lifting off the couch as you deep-throated him again and again. He could feel himself getting close to the edge, his cock swelling in your mouth. "Baby, stop," he begged desperately, but you continued to suck him down your throat relentlessly. "Fuck!" Jay cried out loudly, his hands fisting your hair painfully as he came violently down your throat.

He shot stream after stream of hot cum into your mouth, his body shaking uncontrollably. You kept sucking him even after he was done, cleaning him up with your mouth. You stopped sucking after cleaning him up before looking at him Jay was panting heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looked down at you with a mix of shock and intense satisfaction. His hands were still tangled in your hair, his fingers gently stroking your scalp now instead of gripping tightly. "Holy shit..." he whispered hoarsely. "Baby..."Jay couldn't stop staring at your bare breasts, your nipples hard and inviting. He felt himself getting hard again already, which was impressive considering you just sucked him dry.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever experienced," he murmured, reaching out to touch your breast gently. Jay's fingers traced circles around your nipple, his touch soft but firm. He leaned in close, his breath ghosting over the sensitive peak before he captured it in his mouth, sucking gently. His hand moved to your other breast, squeezing and massaging as he worshipped your body with his mouth. Jay released your nipple with a soft pop and moved up to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explored your mouth hungrily as his hands continued to roam over your breasts and chest. He broke the kiss only to whisper against your lips, "Three months without this," Jay murmured, his fingers tracing your bottom lip gently. "Three months without tasting you, touching you, being inside you." He kissed you again, harder, more possessively. His hands moved down to grip your waist, pulling you on top of him.

You were now straddling him as he continued to unbutton your pants he hadn’t finshed earlier Jay's fingers worked quickly to unbutton your pants completely, pushing them down your legs along with your damp undies. He tossed them aside carelessly, leaving you completely naked on top of him. His large hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you flush against him so that you could feel his hardening length against your core. You stared at him before kissing him passionately and wanting Jay kissed you back just as passionately, his hands sliding up your back to pull you closer. He could feel your wetness against his cock and it drove him wild with desire. He broke the kiss only to speak against your lips, "Ride me." It wasn't a request, but a command.

“Make me” you said to him wanting to see what he would do Jay's eyes darkened with lust and a hint of challenge. He smirked against your lips before grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto his hard length in one brutal thrust. You gasped loudly as he sheathed himself deep inside you without warning. "Like that?" “ fuck” you said as your nails dug in his back due to the pleasure "Shh," Jay hissed, starting to move you up and down on his cock roughly. His hands dug into your hips bruisingly as he used your body for his pleasure. The couch creaked loudly with each harsh thrust upwards. "Take it," he growled against your mouth between kisses. You took it, all of it.

Feeling every bit of pleasure, Jay's breathing grew heavier as he watched you take him completely, your body stretching to accommodate his size. He lifted you off him slightly before slamming you back down harder each time, hitting deeper spots inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes every time they connected intimately deeply together.."Look at me," Jay locked eyes with you intensely as he continued to fuck you harshly on the couch. His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing rough circles while his other hand gripped your hair tightly, forcing you to maintain eye contact. "You wanted me to make you ride me? Here I am fucking you instead." “Thats exactly what I wanted” you said Jay's eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and pure male satisfaction. He smirked darkly before crushing his mouth against yours in a dominating kiss, his tongue invading your mouth possessively as he continued to pound up into you relentlessly.

"Good girl," he murmured against your lips before biting down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. You liked it though as he took control. Jay could tell you were getting off on his roughness, how he was practically manhandling you while fucking you into oblivion on the couch. Your wetness was coating his cock completely and the sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room along with your moans and his grunts. Jay suddenly stood up with you still impaled on his cock, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He started walking towards the bedroom, still thrusting into you deeply with each step. Once in the bedroom, he tossed you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head. "Stay," You obeyed at his demand. Jay held your wrists tightly with one hand as he used his other hand to lift your hips higher, changing the angle for deeper penetration. He started pounding into you mercilessly, the headboard slamming against the wall with each brutal thrust. "Don't move those hands," he commanded harshly between pants. You understood as you moaned his name "Fuck, you're so damn wet and tight," Jay groaned, his hips snapping forward as he hit that perfect spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in your head. He felt your walls squeeze around his length and knew you were close. "Not yet," His hand tightened around your wrist as he used the other hand to hold your hip down and pound harder into you. He wanted to make you wait, make you take every single inch of him before he allowed you to come. "Look at me," he demanded again between grunted thrusts. You looked at him as you were so close Jay's eyes locked onto yours, his expression intense and demanding.

He could see the pleasure building in your gaze, the way your lips parted with each breathy moan. He slowed his pace slightly, teasingly withdrawing almost all the way before slamming back into you deeply. "Not yet," he repeated firmly. You moaned at his actions Jay smiled wickedly against your neck as he continued his torturous pace, keeping you right on the edge without pushing you over. He nipped and sucked at your skin, marking you with his mouth as he fucked you relentlessly but slowly. "Come on my cock when I tell you to," “I can’t Jay fuck” you moaned "You can and you will," Jay growled possessively, picking up the pace slightly but still denying you the deep, hard thrusts you craved. His hand left your wrist to wrap around your throat gently, applying just enough pressure to remind you who was in charge. "Not until I say so."

“ fuck fuck” you said as your climax was nearing "That's it," Jay whispered huskily against your ear, feeling your walls flutter around his length. He knew you were right on the edge, desperate to come. He slowed down even more, barely moving inside you now. "Not yet, baby. Not until I fucking say so."“Jay increased his thrust making them sharper and deeper As soon as Jay increased the intensity and depth of his thrusts, your entire body shuddered and you let out a loud, desperate moan. He hit that spot inside you that made your vision blur, your back arch, and your legs shake uncontrollably. "That's it, take it deep," You pulled Jay close to you and kissing him Jay moaned into your mouth as you kissed him deeply, his tongue dominating yours just like he was dominating your pussy.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you close as he continued to fuck you hard and deep, his hips slapping against yours loudly. "Come all over my fucking dick," You deepened the kiss as you came Your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your pussy clamping down around Jay's cock as you moaned loudly into his mouth. He swallowed the sound greedily, his own hips stuttering as he felt you come apart around him. He broke the kiss to growl "Fuck yes, just like that," Jay groaned deeply as he felt your orgasm milk his cock perfectly.

Your walls were squeezing him so tightly that he couldn't hold back anymore. He thrust into you two more times before burying himself deep and coming hard, filling you with hot cum. Jay collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily as you came down from your highs. He didn't move off you immediately, instead pressing gentle kisses to your mouth and neck while staying buried deep inside you. "Holy shit," he muttered against your skin. You breathed heavy catching your breath Jay slowly lifted his head to look at you, his expression softening as he took in your flushed cheeks, messy hair, and swollen lips.

He ran a thumb over your bottom lip gently before leaning down to kiss you again, this time slower and more tenderly. "You okay?" he asked quietly. You nodded Jay smiled softly against your lips before pulling out of you slowly and carefully. He groaned at the feeling of your tight walls still squeezing around him even after he was completely out. He watched as some of his cum leaked out of you and felt possessive and satisfied. "Goddamn," he muttered. Jay took a moment to catch his breath before standing up and grabbing some tissues to clean himself up. He then turned his attention back to you, gently wiping away any mess that had gotten on your stomach or thighs.

He was surprisingly tender and caring after the rough sex they'd just had. Jay went to grab a damp cloth before retiring and cleaning the mess up Jay returned with a warm, damp cloth and began cleaning you up gently. He wiped between your legs carefully, removing any traces of their combined release. He even cleaned your inner thighs and stomach, being meticulous and gentle. Once he was finished, he tossed the cloth aside and pulled you into his lap. Jay noticed how weak and limp you were in his arms, your legs trembling slightly from the intense orgasm and rough handling. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you close to his chest as he pressed soft kisses to your forehead and temples. "Shh... easy," he murmured soothingly. Jay spotted his hoodie nearby and carefully lifted you off his lap. He gently slipped the hoodie over your head, pulling it down to cover your arms and torso. He even helped you push your arms through the sleeves before pulling you back into his lap. You looked adorable and small wrapped up in his hoodie. You both laid back down in his bed as you snuggled into him

“ I love you” you said Jay's heart swelled at your words and he pulled you even closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "I love you too, baby," he whispered against your forehead. He buried his nose in your hair and inhaled deeply, loving the way you smelled like him now. He held you close as they both drifted off to sleep, his heart full and content.

To be continued..

Weeks unfolded quietly, marked by shared meals whenever your hectic schedules allowed. You stuck to the rules, the boundaries forming a fragile bridge between you and Jay. Slowly, you began to open up, your words hesitant but sincere. Jay never pushed, his patience a quiet comfort in the background of your tentative conversations.

He didn’t know the secret you guarded—that you were a devoted fan of his band, the countless nights spent lost in their music, the way their songs echoed your own hidden feelings. That part of you remained carefully hidden, a private world untouched by his presence.

Instead, Jay learned the simple truths about you: you were the youngest of three siblings, two older brothers who teased and protected you in equal measure. Your love for animals came through in stories about the stray cat you had rescued in your childhood, your eyes brightening as you spoke. He noticed your constant companion—coffee—always within reach, fueling your late-night work sessions.

Jay also discovered Sophie, your long-distance friend, whose voice you confided in during lonely moments. He’d caught glimpses of your conversations, watching quietly but never intruding.

In return, you glimpsed sides of Jay you hadn’t seen before—the quiet moments behind his confident exterior, the way he sometimes retreated into thought, the small habits that made him more real and less distant. Through these shared fragments, the two of you began to understand each other, not through grand declarations, but through the steady unfolding of everyday life.

During learning about each other, Jay found himself looking forward to these moments with you more and more. He realized that he enjoyed your company, the way you laughed, the way you thought. He also noticed something else - every time he tried to get closer to you emotionally, you would shut down slightly.

Which Brings Us to the present

Jay’s footsteps were soft against the hardwood floor as he wandered into the kitchen, the late hour wrapping the apartment in a quiet stillness. He found you sitting at the counter, eyes locked on your laptop screen, fingers dancing over the keyboard as you refined your latest design for JYP Entertainment. The glow from the screen painted your face in cool blues and whites, highlighting the concentration etched in your brow.

Leaning casually against the doorframe, Jay’s voice broke the silence. “Need anything?”

You didn’t look up immediately, your focus unwavering. “Just some company, I guess,” you replied, voice low but warm.

With a small smile, Jay pulled up a stool beside you, his gaze flicking over the intricate details of your work. “That part could use more contrast,” he said, tapping the screen gently.

You sighed, reaching out to ruffle his hair in a playful gesture. “And what would you know about design?”

He grinned, nudging your shoulder. “I know art when I see it.”

The moment settled between you, soft and familiar. You smiled softly, watching Jay reveal himself in these quiet hours—the real him, unguarded and easy. Yet beneath that warmth, a knot tightened in your chest. You carried a secret, one you hadn’t yet found the courage to share.

Four months of living together, four months of carefully drawn boundaries, and still the question lingered: when would be the right time to tell him?

You liked how things were—how you laughed over dinner when schedules aligned, how you shared stolen moments between work and life. Legally married, yet the romance felt wasn’t there , held back by the unspoken lines you both respected. You wondered what the future held. Would you ever cross from friends to something more? And how would your secret change everything when it finally came to light?

Shaking off the swirl of thoughts, you returned to your work, adjusting the contrast and polishing the design until it felt right. With a final click, you sent the file to your boss, hoping your hard work would be appreciated. A deep stretch followed, your body relaxing after the long day.

“Finally all done,” you said, closing the laptop with a satisfied sigh.

Jay’s eyes lingered on you, a quiet smile playing on his lips. You caught his gaze and teased, “What are you staring at?”

He met your eyes, the smile deepening. “Just glad you’re here.”

You looked at him due to him saying that so casually as he spoke again "You've been working hard all day. Want to relax with me for a bit?" You kept thinking what to say “ relaxing sounds like a plan” you said smiling heading to the couch *He followed you to the couch, grabbing the blanket from the back and wrapping it around both of you. He turned on the TV, putting on a show he knew you both liked. He loved these moments, where you both just relaxed and enjoyed each other's company without any pressure or expectations.

The movie played on, but your mind was elsewhere—wondering if Jay would still see you the same once you confessed your secret: that you were a fan, quietly admiring him from afar. Would he accept that part of you, or would it change everything between you?

Jay’s thoughts, meanwhile, traced a different path. He wasn’t caught up in secrets or fans. He was trying to understand how your bond might evolve. Should he reach out, take a chance, or keep things as they were?

Jay’s voice cut through the quiet, gentle but insistent. “Y/n?”

You blinked, pulled from your swirling thoughts. His eyes held a softness, but also a searching curiosity. “You know, sometimes I wonder if there’s something you’re not telling me.”

Your body stiffened instantly. Should you tell him? He deserves to know… but what if he hates you? What if this changes everything? The questions spun relentlessly, tightening your chest.

Jay’s gaze didn’t waver. He reached out, his hand closing over yours, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles. “Hey… no judgments here, okay?”

His touch was meant to comfort, but it only made the secret feel heavier. Your hand trembled beneath his, betraying your fear. You wanted to speak, to finally let it out—but the courage wasn’t there.

He noticed the slight shake and felt a sharp pang in his chest. “Y/n, look at me.”

You shook your head, voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t. I’m sorry.” Without another word, you pulled your hand free and slipped away toward your room.

Jay watched you go, heart pounding with confusion and concern. What had he stumbled upon? What were you hiding?

Hours later, lying awake, your sudden departure and the way you avoided his eyes played over and over in his mind.

“Fuck…” he muttered into the dark, desperate for answers.

The quiet of your room wrapped around you like a fragile shield as you sat at your desk, pen trembling in your hand. The paper before you was blank at first, but soon words spilled out—raw, honest, and aching with the weight of your secret.

You wrote about how you’d been a fan of Jay’s band, Enhypen, long before you met him. How every song, every lyric, had been a soundtrack to your private world. You confessed the regret gnawing at you for never telling him sooner, for hiding behind silence like a ghost. You explained how you felt like a creep, like an imposter in the life that fate had arranged for you—how you hated that he couldn’t choose freely who he wanted to be with, and how that made your feelings feel even more complicated.

This letter was everything you wished you could say to him face to face but couldn’t find the strength for. It was your voice when your throat tightened, your courage when your heart faltered.

At the end, you wrote about your upcoming two-day filming trip—a brief escape you hoped would give him space to process what you’d revealed. You folded the letter carefully, your hands shaking, and slipped quietly from your room.

In the dim kitchen light, you placed the letter on the counter, the words heavy with unspoken emotion. Then, with your bags packed and your heart pounding, you stepped out the door, the cool night air biting at your skin. You felt terrible leaving like this, abandoning the conversation you owed him, but you knew you couldn’t face him yet—not tonight.

The house grew silent behind you, the letter waiting like a fragile bridge between two hearts tangled in secrets and longing.

To Jay,

I’m sorry I couldn’t say this in person. I tried to build up the courage, but I never could—you could say fear got in the way. The truth is, I’ve been lying since the day I properly met you. Ever since we started living together and forming a friendship, I’ve hidden a part of myself from you. A side I didn’t show because I was afraid you’d hate him or get creeped out. I wanted to come clean so many times, but I never could find the words to say it out loud.

These past four months of living together, I’ve learned so much about you—how you tell the most random dad jokes, help me out with my film projects, and laugh with me about the chaotic days we’ve had. Even the times we disagreed about dinner because our tastes were different. I’ve learned more about you than I ever thought I would.

The truth is, Jay, I never expected to be put into an arranged marriage with you—especially after I agreed to the whole arrangement. If I had known it was you, I might have said no, because I believe you deserve someone you actually want.

There’s a secret I’ve been hiding: I’m a fan of your band, Enhypen. I’ve been for three years. I collect photocards, albums, and various merch to support you all. I feel terrible for not telling you, but I was told not to—and also, because I wanted you to know the side of me that isn’t just a fangirl. Yes, it hides half of who I am, but I wanted you to know me first before you thought I was creepy or worse—a stalker. I’m not like those other fake fans who annoy you. I respect and admire you, that’s it. But it doesn’t change that I lied to you and betrayed your trust.

If you want, you can go to my room and see everything for yourself. I grant you permission. I’ll be on a work trip for two days. After that, I can answer your questions or anything—if I’m not kicked out first.

Jay, I hope you can understand why I hid this from you. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you in person—it was just too hard.

From,
Y/N

Jay read the letter twice, his face unreadable, each word sinking in slowly. Without hesitation, he stood and walked to your room. Quietly, he opened the door and froze. Albums lined the shelves—your secret world of K-pop, including his band, photocards neatly arranged, light sticks glowing softly.

Anger flared inside him—anger at the lies, at the hidden truth, at how easily you’d kept this from him. He flipped through a collection album filled with photocards of him and his groupmates, feeling the sting of betrayal. His eyes caught the part about your two-day work trip. He crumpled the letter, jaw clenched, then tossed it on your bed and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Jay paced the living room, torn between fury and hurt. Beneath the anger was something deeper—he cared for you, and the secret you hid cut sharper than any lie.

Two days passed in silence. No calls, no messages. You stood at the door, heart pounding, when you saw your suitcase waiting. As you reached for it, the door opened. Jay stepped out, cold and distant, handing you an envelope.

“Here,” he said flatly, eyes hard. Then he shut the door.

Under the vast night sky, you unfolded the note, Jay’s neat handwriting sharp against the paper:
“I need space. Don’t contact me until I reach out first. – J”

From the window, Jay’s gaze lingered on you, his heart heavy yet firm.

You folded the note slowly, memories crashing like waves as you glanced back at the house. With trembling hands, you packed your suitcase into the car, called a friend for support, and sat behind the wheel. Silent tears traced your cheeks, wiped away only to fall again. The engine’s quiet rumble was your goodbye—to the home you thought you’d found, to the future you’d imagined—knowing now you’d been gently pushed aside so Jay could find himself.

Three weeks passed in agonizing silence. You waited, hoping for a sign, but none came. Panic attacks struck without warning, even at work, but you fought through, hating the fragile mess you’d become.

Jay buried himself in music and late-night studio sessions with his bandmates, yet alone, your absence filled the room. Each day, the question of reaching out tangled in his mind, but the words never came.

You stayed with a friend, grateful for the temporary shelter, but your suitcase thinned—clothes disappearing, reminders of a life on pause. The silence grew too loud.

With a shaky breath, you decided to return—to the house you once shared—to gather the pieces you’d left behind.

The house looked different—unfamiliar despite knowing every corner. The neighbor’s dog barked sharply as you approached, a reluctant herald announcing your arrival. Your keys felt strange in your hand, but you unlocked the door anyway and stepped inside the quiet emptiness that was once your shared home.

Knowing Jay wasn’t there made it easier to collect a few things. You moved toward your room, eyes landing on the posters, photocards, and albums still on the shelves. You acted quickly—but not too quickly—grabbing clothes, perfume, makeup, and accessories. How long before you’d return? You didn’t know. It was up to Jay now. Tears spilled softly as you looked around your room one last time.

The house remained still and silent, no sign of Jay except the faint scent of his perfume lingering in the air. You packed methodically, trying to ignore the ache in your chest. Your breathing suddenly grew heavy—too heavy. “Come on, not now,” you muttered, heart pounding. The silence shattered with a soft gasp and a whispered curse as you stumbled toward the bed, collapsing into its embrace.

The room spun. Your chest tightened. Tears blurred your vision. You curled up, clutching a pillow like a lifeline.

Suddenly, the front door creaked open. Heavy footsteps echoed, growing louder until Jay’s tall figure filled the doorway. His eyes widened in shock at the sight before him.

You were spiraling, consumed by panic.

Jay froze, hand on the doorknob, watching you curl tighter, your body shaking with silent sobs. Hugging wouldn’t help—he knew that. Instead, he slid down the wall, sitting just outside the room, silent and steady, listening to your ragged breaths and soft sobs.

“Just please, someone help,” you muttered, desperation breaking through.

Jay’s heart shattered. He knew panic attacks all too well—the drowning, the loneliness even with someone near. Without hesitation, he pushed the door open wider and crawled in on hands and knees.

His voice was soft but firm, eyes locked on yours. “Look at me.”

You didn’t respond at first, caught in the storm. “Look at me,” he repeated, more insistently.

You met his gaze, lips trembling with silent curses. Without hesitation, Jay leaned forward and pressed a gentle, chaste kiss to your lips—an anchor to steady your breath and distract your mind. His hands stayed planted beside you, careful not to overwhelm.

Your spiraling mind slowed. Breathing steadied.

Jay pulled back, eyes soft with relief and tenderness. “Better?” he asked, thumb brushing your cheek, wiping away tears.

You blinked, surprised. “Why did you do that?”

“It’s a technique,” he whispered. “For panic attacks. Distracts the mind, helps regulate breathing.”

You nodded, awkwardness creeping in. You weren’t supposed to be here, and he’d just seen your vulnerability.

Jay studied your face, noting the blush creeping across your cheeks. He leaned back, giving you space but staying close.

“Are you okay now?”

You nodded, slowly rising and moving toward your suitcase.

Jay’s brow furrowed. “You’re leaving.”

“I just came by to grab more clothes,” you said honestly, voice shaky.

“You could’ve asked,” he said quietly.

“You told me not to contact you,” you replied, neutral but firm.

Jay’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Fair point.”

You zipped your suitcase. “I’ll get going. Take as much time as you need,” you said.

Before you could leave, Jay stood, blocking your path. Arms crossed, expression stern. “Sit down.”

You hesitated, then obeyed.

Jay paced briefly, then stopped, facing you. “Three weeks ago, I told you to wait for me to contact you because I needed space,” he began, voice low, eyes searching yours.

You looked down, avoiding his gaze.

“But seeing you just now...” He paused, swallowing hard. “I didn’t expect you to show up like this. Especially after what just happened.” Your heart pounded.

“Honestly? Seeing you like that...” He ran a hand through his hair, struggling. “It breaks my fucking heart.”

He stepped closer, voice barely a whisper. “I’m not going to let you leave without saying what I need to say.”

Your hands twisted in your lap. You listened, silent.

“Watching you go through that attack...” He swallowed hard. “It reminded me why I fell for you.”

Your head snapped up, eyes wide.

“Let me finish,” he said softly.

He closed the distance, voice tender. “Seeing you in pain, vulnerable... it breaks my heart.” His hand gently tilted your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet his.

You struggled to understand. You’d lied about your love for K-pop, hidden your true self since the arranged marriage began four months ago. Yet here he was, telling you he fell for you.

“Do you realize what I’m saying?” he asked, thumb brushing your cheek. “Despite the lies, the arrangement, everything... I fucking love you.”

Your eyes widened. “But I lied, Jay.”

“I know,” he replied steadily. “I know you’ve hidden your true self. But...” He paused, took a breath. “I love you anyway.”

Your cheeks flushed.

Jay smiled, heart fluttering at your blush. “Stop thinking so much,” he said gently, thumb still brushing your cheek. “Just let me finish.”

“I’ve been trying to figure out how I fell for someone who lied from day one,” he admitted. “Then I realized: I fell for the woman beneath it all—a beautiful, caring, intelligent woman who makes me feel things I never have.”

His eyes searched yours. “Maybe that woman could learn to love me back.”

“But I already do,” you blurted, surprised by your own words.

Jay’s eyes widened. A slow, genuine smile spread across his face. He leaned down, forehead resting against yours. “Say that again,” he whispered.

You smiled softly. “I love you too, idiot.”

Jay laughed, warm and low. “I’m an idiot who fell in love with a liar,” he teased, pressing his forehead harder to yours.

His expression turned serious. “But you know what?”

“What?”

“I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

He closed the distance, lips meeting yours in a kiss full of love and understanding—a promise, a beginning, everything.

When he pulled back, his smile lit his whole face.

“I love that smile,” you said softly.

His grin grew wider. He knew you meant the rare, genuine smile—the one only he could bring out, the one that reached his eyes and lit up his world.

Arranged Marriage with your idol. Part One

The story involves Jay and Y/N being put in an arrange marriage, Y/N being from Australia Sydney, having to move in with Jay in South Korea due to Jay being a Kpop idol in a band called enhypen that involves six other memebers

Y/n is a fan however is determined to keep it hidden from them and especially Jay, as she doesn’t want them feeling uncomfortable.

What will occur? What secrets will revealed?

Jay x fem reader

Idol au

Warnings MDNI, smut, mean Dom Jay x sub reader

Fingering, size, rough sex

Please note: This is my first smut, I have edited as much as I could, please do not hate on my content and if you have any request I am open to it. This is a three part story as is very long and couldn’t fit in one post however please enjoy

The taxi doors hiss closed behind you and the night of Seoul unfurled like an invitation. You stood on the curb with a turquoise suitcase and a backpack, leather jacket shrugging your shoulders, white sneakers scuffed from travel and hope. For a beat you let the city’s air fill you — cool, fragrant, and impossibly real.

A man held a sign with your name, and the black van he stood beside seemed to have been waiting for your arrival like a patient friend. He took your bags with steady hands and guided you inside. The van hummed through streets that blended into a soft, unfamiliar lullaby. At the house, he opened the door as if revealing a stage. You bowed your thanks in the Korean you’d practiced for two years, and his small smile and polite bow felt like a benediction.

Inside, the house shimmered with modern calm: a black countertop that swallowed light, an electric oven that whispered of differences back home, neat lines and quiet spaces. Everything had been arranged with someone else’s intention — Jay’s parents’ careful taste folded into a blueprint of your new life. The rooms were immaculate and politely empty, as if waiting for memories to arrive and clutter to claim them.

Down a hallway that smelled faintly of new paint and possibility, you opened the door to your room. Boxes rose like small, impatient mountains. They looked almost comic in their insistence: unpack me, sort me, anchor me. You laughed softly at them, a small, tired laugh, and set your bags down. The exhaustion that had clung to travel slid off in the soft carpeting. For the first time since the plane landed, you let yourself imagine — not the tidy future of Pinterest boards

You stood in the doorway and let the silence fold around you. It wasn’t loneliness so much as a blank page. You stepped forward, opened a box, and the sounds of a new life began to stir.

The quiet hum of the house wrapped around you like a soft blanket, the only soundtrack your headphones streaming Enhypen’s latest album. Each beat pulsed gently through your veins as you sifted through the chaos of unpacked boxes, carefully coaxing your belongings into a semblance of order. The scent of fresh cardboard mingled with the faint aroma of new beginnings, filling the air with promise.

With a final glance at the last box, you pressed it flat, the crisp snap echoing softly in the stillness. Carrying the stack to the hallway, you reached up to your headphones and paused the music, the sudden silence feeling almost like a breath held in anticipation. The cool air brushed against your skin as you prepared to take the boxes out to the recycling bin, unaware that this simple moment of transition was about to unfold into something far more extraordinary.

Carrying the flattened boxes through the quiet Seoul night, the cool air wrapped around you like a whispered secret. Streetlights spilled a gentle amber glow, their beams weaving through the crisp autumn leaves that crackled softly beneath your feet, each step a delicate rhythm in the stillness.

After placing the boxes into the recycling bin, you paused, drawing in a deep breath. The weight of the moment settled in—you were no longer in your home country but in Seoul, South Korea. A city that felt like a sanctuary, a place where the shadows of your past couldn’t reach you. Your eyes drifted upward, tracing the stars scattered across the ink-black sky, as the reality of why you were here finally sank in.

An arranged marriage, orchestrated by your parents, bound you to an idol you had once only dared to fangirl over from afar. You remembered your mother’s hushed warnings: Don’t let him know. Don’t let his band find out. Keep it hidden, locked away like your treasured photocards and the posters that adorned your bedroom walls—a secret world now poised to collide with reality.

Jay sat on his bed, fingers intertwined, staring at the floor. His room was immaculate, a stark contrast to the whirlwind inside his mind. The words from his parents echoed again: “Be kind to her.” Kindness wasn’t a problem for Jay, but this situation was new territory.

The soft click of the front door closing pulled Jay from his reverie. He rose, tall and graceful, and padded quietly into the living room. You looked up, startled to see him standing there.

You: “When did you get here?” Your voice was cautious, unsure.

Jay: A small smile tugged at his lips. “I’ve been home for a couple of hours, actually.”

He noticed the dark circles under your eyes and the way your gaze flickered with exhaustion. “Did you just arrive?” Jay asked “No, about four hours ago. I just finished unpacking.” You replied calmly

Jay raised an eyebrow, impressed.

“Already unpacked? That’s impressive. You must be tired.”

You nodded, words failing you, your mind a chaotic mix of excitement and nerves. Inside, your fangirl heart was racing, but you kept your cool.

Jay stepped closer, his presence gentle yet commanding. “If you need anything, just ask.”

He stated. Without another word, you excused yourself and retreated to your room, leaving Jay standing in the doorway, intrigued by your quiet strength.

Lying on your bed, you tried to process the surreal reality: living with Jay, your arranged husband, the member of Enhypen you’d admired from afar. The shock was still fresh, and your inner fangirl battled with the pragmatic side of you.

In his room, Jay flopped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. “Be kind to her,” his parents’ words repeated like a mantra. He sighed, knowing this wouldn’t be simple.

Both of you, in separate rooms, reached for music to drown out the noise in your heads. Jay’s playlist was a personal mix of his own songs and inspirations. You, headphones on, lost yourself in Enhypen’s discography, the familiar melodies a balm to your overwhelmed mind.

Though the house was silent, a quiet understanding settled between you. Neither of you knew what the future held, but both sensed it would take time, patience, and perhaps, unexpected moments of connection.

For now, music was your shared refuge—two souls navigating the unfamiliar, each finding strength in the rhythm as the first chapter of your story quietly unfolded.

Daily routines and hectic schedules kept you and Jay worlds apart. You’d leave for work just as he returned home, your early afternoon dinners contrasting with his snatched meals between commitments. When you crossed paths, the silence was thick—awkward for him, uneasy for you. To you, a fangirl turned arranged bride, it felt surreal and strange, knowing only the version of him is seen through a camera lens. For Jay, you were an enigma—quiet, reserved, and distant. Two weeks slipped by in this shared space, yet you remained strangers living under the same roof.

One Evening Jay stood alone in the dim kitchen, the soft hum of the fridge his only companion after a grueling day of rehearsals and interviews. The house was swallowed by silence, and a pang of loneliness hit him—he hadn’t seen you all day, just as every day since your marriage had become a mere formality.

At 2 a.m., the front door creaked open, and you stepped inside, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. Your hands were raw and red, evidence of carrying heavy equipment for hours. So consumed by stress, you didn’t notice Jay’s quiet gaze, taking in the worn, fragile version of you that only the night revealed

The dim kitchen light caught Jay’s gaze just as you slipped inside, the weight of unseen battles etched across your face—dark circles, tangled hair, and hands reddened by relentless effort. Two weeks of shared space had passed, but tonight, something shifted. He saw beyond the surface, past the polite nods and distant smiles, to the raw exhaustion you carried like a secret burden.

You moved toward your room, each step heavy, silent. Inside, you grabbed fresh clothes, the fabric soft and warm—a small comfort against the day’s grind. Jay lingered in the hallway, hesitant but drawn, just as you stepped out. The sudden near-collision startled you both; your body leaned against the wall, seeking support, your fatigue almost tangible.

In the bathroom, you washed away the grime of the day, while Jay stood outside, heart tightening at the sight of your weariness. His mind raced, piecing together the puzzle of your long, unpredictable hours—sometimes six, sometimes eleven—mirroring his own yet veiled in mystery.

When you emerged, clad in cozy clothes that revealed your slender frame, Jay’s voice broke the silence, soft and tentative. “Long day?” Your quiet hum spoke volumes, a wordless confession of exhaustion. As you retreated to your room, Jay remained rooted, the image of your tired form etched deep in his thoughts, a silent vow to truly see you from now on.

Jay woke early, the kitchen quiet except for the sharp click of the coffee maker starting, its hum filling the stillness. He leaned on the counter, eyes tracing the slow dance of steam rising from the brewing pot. As the clock edged toward 7 AM, soft footsteps approached—your silhouette, tousled hair haloed by dawn light, moving with sleepy precision to pour your coffee without a word.

Jay watched, noticing the dark shadows under your eyes, stark in the morning glow. You sensed him there, a silent presence, but words felt heavy, caught somewhere between fatigue and guarded reserve. He didn’t press. Instead, he stood beside you, sipping his coffee, respecting the invisible wall you’d built—a shield forged from the strange new world of arranged marriage and hidden truths.

Your phone buzzed, breaking the fragile calm. Jay’s gaze flicked to the screen as you hesitated, bracing for the familiar voice of Sophie. The casual warmth in your tone as you answered painted a stark contrast to the quiet tension between you and Jay. You skillfully ended the call before the conversation could drift into dangerous territory, protecting your secret, your friendship, and this delicate balance of two worlds.

Jay’s eyes softened as he watched you set the phone down and sigh—a deep, weary breath that spoke of battles fought in silence. In that moment, he saw not just the guarded exterior, but the weight you carried, the careful dance of vulnerability and strength that defined your mornings together.

You caught Jay’s gaze lingering on you, his eyes soft but curious. Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. You dared not meet his eyes—afraid you’d crumble, undone by the reality of the man you’d only ever admired through a screen.

“Hey,” Jay’s voice broke the silence, low and gentle.

You swallowed hard, forcing a steady breath. “Hey.”

He smiled faintly, sensing your tension.

“You okay?” His question was simple, but it carried a weight of genuine concern. The question hung in the air—simple, yet heavy with unspoken care. Jay stepped closer, his hand trembling slightly as it reached out, hesitating between offering comfort and respecting the invisible barrier you’d built. Your breath caught. Before his fingers could brush your skin, you pulled back, retreating swiftly down the hall, the weight of two worlds pressing against your chest.

You didn’t notice your phone left abandoned on the kitchen counter.

Jay’s hand fell, the gesture unfinished. His eyes flickered with confusion, then something softer—hurt, maybe. He glanced at the phone, then back at the empty space where you’d disappeared. Curiosity tugged at him. Against his better judgment, he picked up the device, thumb hovering uncertainly over the screen still unlocked from your earlier call.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he unlocked it fully.

You emerged from your room just as Jay’s thumb hovered over the screen. Your eyes widened in shock, heart pounding. Jay’s gaze met yours, guilt instantly flashing across his face. He dropped the phone onto the counter like it burned him.

“I wasn’t—” he started, then stopped.

You snatched the phone back, cheeks flushing a delicate pink, voice quick, “Nothing.”

Jay’s brow furrowed, arms folding across his chest. “What’s on there that you’re so worried about me seeing?” His voice was soft but probing.

You shook your head, forcing a smile, then turned toward the door. “Nothing,” you repeated, stepping out into the morning light.

Jay watched you go, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Nothing, huh?” he murmured, the question lingering between you like a secret waiting to be uncovered.

Time slipped by quietly as you now settled into your room after a days of work , the soft glow of your laptop screen illuminating your focused expression. You tapped out ideas for new concepts—fresh visuals and storylines for upcoming band projects—each word a spark in the creative fire that fueled your passion. Working behind the scenes in the entertainment industry was your dream realized: organizing shoots, scripting narratives, and editing music videos that would soon captivate millions.

JYP Entertainment had taken a chance on you despite your foreign background and limited experience, and for that, you were endlessly grateful. Moving to Korea for an arranged marriage with Jay had been a shock, but your work gave you purpose and a sense of belonging.

Only a few close friends and colleagues knew about your love for K-pop—an open secret shared among those who understood the culture and the magic of the music. But with Jay, you kept that side of yourself carefully tucked away, a private world you weren’t ready to reveal. It was a silent boundary, a way to keep your two lives from colliding too soon, preserving a fragile peace between idol and fan, husband and stranger.

The house was wrapped in silence, save for the soft clatter of your keyboard and the quiet murmur of your thoughts spilling into words. Jay’s footsteps slowed as he neared your door, the faint glow of your laptop casting a pale light beneath the frame. He leaned against the doorframe, a small, fond smile tugging at his lips as he listened to your focused typing. There was something captivating about the way you immersed yourself so deeply in your work.

But then, something shifted. You stopped typing abruptly, your eyes flickering toward the door. Jay caught the moment you realized he was there—those dark brown eyes locking with your emerald blues through the narrow gap. The air thickened with unspoken tension.

Without hesitation, Jay stepped inside, hands in pockets, voice low and calm. “You work late.”

You startled, heart racing, and before he could see more, you grabbed his arm, pulling him out swiftly. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing away your private world. Now standing in the dim hallway, you spoke with a quiet urgency. “We need to set rules.”

Jay raised an eyebrow, surprised by your sudden seriousness. “Rules? What kind?”

You met his gaze firmly. “Don’t ever enter my bedroom. That’s the first rule.”

His smirk deepened, amused and intrigued. “Why? What are you hiding in there?”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks warming. “None of your business. That’s the one rule.”

Jay’s grin softened, finding your defiance endearing. He stepped closer, hands still in pockets. “Fine. No entering without permission.”

“Glad we’re clear,” you said, turning to leave.

But he stopped you. “Wait. Another rule?”

You glanced back. “What rule?”

His eyes held yours for a moment before he looked away, thoughtful. “If I follow your rules, you follow mine.”

You hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. What are they?”

He counted on his fingers. “One: No shutting me out when I’m trying to talk. Two: Eat with me. Every meal. No exceptions.”

You cut in, “Hold up. Our schedules won’t always allow that.”

Jay nodded, adjusting. “Fair. When we can, then. And three…”

You waited, curiosity piqued.

“No secrets between us. If something’s bothering you, you come to me first. No hiding behind closed doors or locked phones.”

His gaze was intense, searching.

You swallowed, voice soft but firm. “That’s invading privacy.”

Jay’s expression softened, realizing he’d pushed too far. He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re right. Maybe too much. How about a compromise?”

“Compromise?” you echoed.

“Instead of ‘no secrets,’ how about ‘no major secrets’? If something really matters, you tell me. Small stuff—personal thoughts—you keep.”

You stiffened, guarding a secret too big to reveal.

Jay noticed, voice gentle. “Is that a deal-breaker?”

You hesitated, then nodded. “Deal.”

Jay smiled, unaware he’d just made a pact with a secret fangirl. “Great. So, no major secrets, meals together when possible, and you stop shutting me out.”

You nodded. “Exactly.”

He glanced at you, eyes softening. “If I’m talking, you listen. No shutting down.”

You cut him off, “We should try to make this work.”

Jay smiled at your bluntness. “Yeah. Rule four: No judging each other’s weird habits.”

You smiled, recalling his quirks from videos you’d secretly watched. “We’ll see about that.”

Jay laughed softly. “Okay. No judging… except maybe music taste?”

“My taste is quite good,” you teased, knowing it matched his own.

“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow. “Better than mine?”

“Guess you’ll find out another time.” You smirked, slipping back into your room.

Jay lingered in the hallway, amusement and curiosity swirling. “She’s hiding something,” he muttered, grinning. “And I’m going to find out what it is.