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stepping outside, you saw him leaning against his sleek grey civic. his crisp white blouse was messily tucked into his jeans and he wore thin, silver glasses. he was focused on his phone.
you had stepped out after he texted you a simple:
"i'm outside"
as you walked up to him in your skirt and (unintentionally) matching white blouse under a grey v neck pull over, you called out to him.
"jay!"
he looked up from his screen and you noticed the way his lips twitched ever so slightly, even in the dim light of the streetamps.
"hey, pretty." his eyes briefly raked over your outfit, lingering on the hem of your skirt that ended around your mid thigh. he cleared his throat, meeting your eyes again. "you look nice."
you shift your weight onto the other leg. "thank you. you too, by the way. i like the glasses"
he nods before opening the passenger side door and ushers for you to enter. you brush past him before sliding into the seat. he catches a whiff of your perfume, something floral and soft.
he circles the car and slides into the driver's seat. the engine roars to life.
curious, you ask: "where are we off to?"
he spares you a glance, smug grin on his lips.
"i promised you dinner last time, didn't i?"
"mm, you did. but where?"
he shakes his head. "you'll find out soon."
the drive went by faster than you'd expected. maybe he was naturally a fast driver. maybe you were too focused on how his ring littered fingers looked gripping the steering wheel. maybe it was because you caught every little movement he'd make out of the corner of your eye.
how could a man you just met be so perfect?
you finally arrived outside a fancy looking restaurant. jay quickly parked before jogging over to open your door for you.
"ever the gentleman," you teased. you didn't expect his response.
"only for you."
it was low, almost lost in the wind, but you caught it. your breath hitched barely. he lets out a breathy laugh.
"cmon, don't wanna miss our reservation."
he gently took your wrist and led you inside. it was a really, really nice restaurant. it was busy, full of customers who looked like businesspeople. the whole place was lit with yellow candles, giving it a romantic feel.
you sat across from each other at a small, white table. it was a fair distance away from the crowds, a detail you appreciated. you pretended to inspect the menu while secretly stealing glances at the unfairly attractive guitarist in front of you.
"so," you start, "does being in a band pay this well? maybe i should join one."
he laughs again, that soft, respectful sound, eyes crinkling. he shrugs.
"it's decent. lets you afford a place like this every once in a while. maybe open a place of mine one day."
you perk up. "you cook?"
he shrugs, feigning humility. "sometimes. i'm not that good, though. it's just a hobby, really."
you nod thoughtfully.
"what about you? what do you do?" he asks.
"me? i'm majoring in philosophy. mostly ethics and epistemology."
his eyebrows shoot up. "woah, big word. meaning..?"
a small smile plays on your lips, which he reciprocates before the words are even out of your mouth. "basically study of human knowledge."
"mmm. and with studying all that, you still have free time to crash concerts?"
"of course."
you call over a waitress to finalize your order. once she's gone, there's a brief silence. you look up to start another conversation, only to find jay staring at you. not in a creepy way, but in a real way. his eyes held something you couldn't quite name.
he blinks, caught in the act, and he smiles bashfully, avoiding your gaze to instead look at the tablecloth.
"sorry. you're just.. really interesting."
you think you feel your cheeks heat up. "interesting?"
"yeah. educated. passionate. and also very pretty, if i haven't mentioned it enough."
okay, now your whole face was definitely heating up. your silence basically responded for you. thankfully, the tension filled moment was cut short as the waitress delivers your meals. you both thank her before eating.
neither of you spoke while you ate, letting the soothing chatter of people around you fill the quiet.
after a couple minutes, jay showed you what both of you couldn't say. purposefully, his shoe knocked against yours. you looked up, but his focus was fixed on his plate. again. you felt a kick on your foot. you ignored it.
what you couldn't ignore, though, was when his foot trailed up your calf. it was slow and sensual and left a burning path in its wake. what affected you the most was how unaffected he looked. he seemed completely unfazed by what he was doing under the table cloth.
his antics โ and good he looked doing them โ got you unbearably bothered. suddenly, the tiny table felt even tinier, and the temperature went up by 10 degrees.
the worst part? he didn't look like he knew even a sliver of how he made you feel.
once you were both done with your meals, jay finally spoke up.
"you have room for dessert?"
his words cut sharp through whatever thoughts you were lost in. your fingers momentarily stilled before they started fidgeting.
"huh?" you ask, not hearing what he said.
he untangles your hands with one of his own and interlocks your fingers.
"i asked if you have room for dessert?"
he looked into your eyes fondly, so fondly, in fact, that anyone else would've mistaken it for love.
exhaling โ and trying to rid the heat stirring in your belly โ you nodded.
"but i can't finish one by myself," you admitted with a tightly knit smile.
"we'll split a-"
"slice of cheesecake."
"slice of cheesecake."
you both said it at the same time. you both laughed, easily this time, some of the earlier tension subsiding, like teenagers on their first date.
"good to know we have similar tastes."
"yeah, definitely," you reply.
once your cheesecake arrived, jay didn't care about etiquette. he moved his chair beside yours so you could share properly.
like this, you felt his body heat, so warm and inviting, just like in that guitar lesson he gave you a few days prior.
you exchanged stories, favorites artists, birthdays โ the conversation flowed so much easier this time. you didn't know if it was because of the close proximity, or if fate had brought you two together.
as you laughed at one of his childhood stories, eyes closed and head tipped back slightly, you felt a finger brush against the corner of your mouth.
you opened your eyes to find jay wiping some cheesecake filling off your lips with his thumb.
"you have a little.." he mutters.
you were about to thank him, before his thumb came up to his own lips and lips the filling off. he hummed thoughtfully. your jaw hung open slightly in surprise.
"oh," you squeaked, voice too high pitched to trust yourself to say any more.
his gaze sweeps over your flushed face.
"well," he starts, voice barely above a whisper, "i think we're done?"
you nod. "y- yeah."
god, you were so cute, he thought. he felt the blood rush south fast.
he tried to stay composed as he walked back to the car, but his strides were longer and more hurried, eager, almost.
"uh, yn? you wanna go to my place? it's late and.." he asks cautiously, making sure you wanted this as bad as he does.
"yes," you say, breathlessly. "let's go."
if he was a naturally fast driver before, he was an f1 racer now. he expertly navigated through the streets while his hand rested firmly on your bare thigh, exposed by the way your skirt rode up.
his apartment smelled like cologne. by the living room couch, there was a tangle of cables and a guitar stand that held a deep blue electric guitar. the kitchen was littered with containers and empty takeout boxes, fridge crowded with polaroids of him and his bandmates.
you barely had time to register it all before jay gently crowded you against the wall, breath fanning across your face and fingers trailing your cheekbone.
"is this okay?" he muttered.
you nodded wordlessly. then he kissed you. it was slow and deep, just like his teasing touches at dinner. he took his time before his tongue sought entrance to your mouth.
your lips parted and the wet muscle explored you thoroughly. as your tongues tangled, your fingers threaded through his brown locks and tugged at the short strands on the back of his neck. his hands rested patiently on your waist.
jay broke away first. all you could hear was both of your panting and your own heartbeat in your ear.
"my bedroom."
he didn't let you answer before he was dragging you off deeper into his space. the further you went, the more him it seemed. there was at least one guitar pick on every surface and various posters of famous musicians along the walls.
when he had you in his room, he lunged for your lips again, kissing you like a man starved. he laid you back on the bed and undressed you with reverence, taking his time and kissing every inch of skin revealed. between each peck, he'd mutter something sweet.
"god, yn, you're gorgeous.."
"i want you so bad.."
"what would it be like if you never broke in backstage?"
that last comment broke through your haze of pleasure.
"i didn't break in.." you mutter weakly. "the door was open."
"don't sound so convincing, sweetheart."
"..shut up."
he chuckles. "that's what i thought."
once he finishes undressing and admiring you, he abruptly sits up and unbuttons his blouse. then his jeans. soon, you're both only in your underwear.
he presses a chaste kiss to your neck before muttering: "you tell me if anything's too much, mkay?"
"okay, jay."
he cracks a smile at the sound of his name.
he trails kisses down your sternum until his lips eventually find one of your breasts. he takes a nipple in his mouth and circles his tongue around it. the sudden pleasure causes a moan to escape your mouth. something darkens in his expression.
he repeats the motion, this time on the other nipple, and you let out a loud whimper. he curses under his breath.
"fuck, you sound good."
you will your eyes to not flutter shut to watch him color your chest with reds and purples. his teeth graze the curve of your tits, your sternum, and especially your neck.
for every moan, whimper, curse, he soothes each bite with a kiss. you look down and catch the pure bliss on his face, then you notice the movement of his palm along the front of his boxers.
slowly, you sit up, bringing him up with you. your lips meet his before your hand replaces his, palming his hard on. he lets out a breathy sigh of relief.
"yn.. are you sure-"
"i'm sure, jay."
he exhales and lays you back down. his fingers hook in your panties and pulls them down past your ankles. he bites his lip.
"beautiful.."
at his words and under his gaze, you feel way too aware of yourself, unconsciously curling in on yourself. he gently straightens you out and rests a warm hand on your hip. his other reaches into his boxers and pulls out his cock.
it stands proud, thick and flushed. kicking off his calvin kleins, he wraps his fingers around himself before lining up at your entrance. he takes a shaky breath before pushing in.
you both groan at the sensation. he moves slowly before burying himself to the hilt.
"mmh, jay.." you whine.
"i know, baby.."
with both hands now holding onto your waist, he begins to thrust. the stretch is almost unbearable until the pain fades into extreme pleasure. you can't help the sweet sounds that spill from your lips.
his pace starts steady, letting you adjust and express any discomfort. when you don't show any signs of resistance, he speeds up gradually.
all you could hear was the slapping noise of skin on skin and the occasional banging on the headboard against the wall. the room was hotter than ever, sweat trickling down his temple as his brows stayed knit in concentration.
he held you firmly, using his grip to quicken his pace. his mushroom tip hits your cervix repeatedly and you see stars. the only sounds coming out of your mouth were incoherent babbles and faint murmurs of his name.
"shit, yn.. feel s'good.."
his head tips back as you clench around him.
"jay- i'm close..!"
"mmm, me too, pretty.. fuck, where do you want me? your mouth? think you can swallow it all like a good girl?"
the filth he spoke sent shivers down your spine. you nod eagerly, more than happy to fulfill his suggestion.
"yes!"
"cum for me, baby."
that was all it took. you spasmed around his length, velvet walls twitching violently. with the small amount of restraint he had left, jay pulled out and quickly went up to straddle your shoulders.
he stroked himself fast, tip fat on your inviting tongue.
"shit-" he curses before finishing. his warm seed fills your mouth, lips closing around him to milk everything from him. he lets out a loud moan at the feeling.
his fingers thread through your hair as he returns back down to earth, the post orgasm haze clearing out of his vision.
you both got cleaned up and changed into pajamas. you wore your panties and an old shirt of his, his band's name written on the back. he held you in his arms that night, reaffirming over and over how perfect you'd been, how much he enjoyed it, how he doesn't plan on letting you go.
"i don't do one time things, by the way," he states, expression dead serious.
"that's good to know, jay."
he nods, mostly to reassure himself.
"yeah. you're even wearing my band's name and everything."
"it's your shirt."
"i don't care. you're mine now."
your pulse jumped. you looked up at him, but his eyes were closed. "you mean that?"
"if you'll let me," he replies, eyes still shut.
a giddy laugh escapes you. "i don't mind."
๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ข๐๐จ๐
it had been 7 years since that first date.
jay kept his promise of keeping you. you were still his, this time with a nice ring on your finger. you lived in a cozy studio above his restaurant โ a small family diner that brought in enough money, and a little more.
you had a kid, too. a little (sometimes) angel called haeun. she was 3 years old, and already a big fan of her dad's vintage guitars.
"haeun- no! don't touch that, please. that's daddy's favorite, okay? it's how i met your mother," he'd say with a wink directed at you.
and while jay wasn't part of the band anymore, they were still friends, occasionally meeting up and bonding about parenthood over soju.
it was the best life you could've ever asked for: a diner that was loved, a sweet daughter, and what better than to share all that with the man you love the most?
sometimes you wonder if your motto was never yolo. if you never lived by the phrase, and never stumbled upon those $20 tickets. would your life be as perfect as it is now? probably not.
what you do know is that, with park jongseong by your side, there is no doubt that buying those tickets was the best decision of your life.
an: oh jongseong the man that u are
ใ ค@hyyhwriterใ คโค๏ธ ใ คthank you so much for being patient and enjoying my work!
โ โ โโ โ โยฉ piercedjake may 2026 โโ โหโก
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stepping outside, you saw him leaning against his sleek grey civic. his crisp white blouse was messily tucked into his jeans and he wore thin, silver glasses. he was focused on his phone.
you had stepped out after he texted you a simple:
"i'm outside"
as you walked up to him in your skirt and (unintentionally) matching white blouse under a grey v neck pull over, you called out to him.
"jay!"
he looked up from his screen and you noticed the way his lips twitched ever so slightly, even in the dim light of the streetamps.
"hey, pretty." his eyes briefly raked over your outfit, lingering on the hem of your skirt that ended around your mid thigh. he cleared his throat, meeting your eyes again. "you look nice."
you shift your weight onto the other leg. "thank you. you too, by the way. i like the glasses"
he nods before opening the passenger side door and ushers for you to enter. you brush past him before sliding into the seat. he catches a whiff of your perfume, something floral and soft.
he circles the car and slides into the driver's seat. the engine roars to life.
curious, you ask: "where are we off to?"
he spares you a glance, smug grin on his lips.
"i promised you dinner last time, didn't i?"
"mm, you did. but where?"
he shakes his head. "you'll find out soon."
the drive went by faster than you'd expected. maybe he was naturally a fast driver. maybe you were too focused on how his ring littered fingers looked gripping the steering wheel. maybe it was because you caught every little movement he'd make out of the corner of your eye.
how could a man you just met be so perfect?
you finally arrived outside a fancy looking restaurant. jay quickly parked before jogging over to open your door for you.
"ever the gentleman," you teased. you didn't expect his response.
"only for you."
it was low, almost lost in the wind, but you caught it. your breath hitched barely. he lets out a breathy laugh.
"cmon, don't wanna miss our reservation."
he gently took your wrist and led you inside. it was a really, really nice restaurant. it was busy, full of customers who looked like businesspeople. the whole place was lit with yellow candles, giving it a romantic feel.
you sat across from each other at a small, white table. it was a fair distance away from the crowds, a detail you appreciated. you pretended to inspect the menu while secretly stealing glances at the unfairly attractive guitarist in front of you.
"so," you start, "does being in a band pay this well? maybe i should join one."
he laughs again, that soft, respectful sound, eyes crinkling. he shrugs.
"it's decent. lets you afford a place like this every once in a while. maybe open a place of mine one day."
you perk up. "you cook?"
he shrugs, feigning humility. "sometimes. i'm not that good, though. it's just a hobby, really."
you nod thoughtfully.
"what about you? what do you do?" he asks.
"me? i'm majoring in philosophy. mostly ethics and epistemology."
his eyebrows shoot up. "woah, big word. meaning..?"
a small smile plays on your lips, which he reciprocates before the words are even out of your mouth. "basically study of human knowledge."
"mmm. and with studying all that, you still have free time to crash concerts?"
"of course."
you call over a waitress to finalize your order. once she's gone, there's a brief silence. you look up to start another conversation, only to find jay staring at you. not in a creepy way, but in a real way. his eyes held something you couldn't quite name.
he blinks, caught in the act, and he smiles bashfully, avoiding your gaze to instead look at the tablecloth.
"sorry. you're just.. really interesting."
you think you feel your cheeks heat up. "interesting?"
"yeah. educated. passionate. and also very pretty, if i haven't mentioned it enough."
okay, now your whole face was definitely heating up. your silence basically responded for you. thankfully, the tension filled moment was cut short as the waitress delivers your meals. you both thank her before eating.
neither of you spoke while you ate, letting the soothing chatter of people around you fill the quiet.
after a couple minutes, jay showed you what both of you couldn't say. purposefully, his shoe knocked against yours. you looked up, but his focus was fixed on his plate. again. you felt a kick on your foot. you ignored it.
what you couldn't ignore, though, was when his foot trailed up your calf. it was slow and sensual and left a burning path in its wake. what affected you the most was how unaffected he looked. he seemed completely unfazed by what he was doing under the table cloth.
his antics โ and good he looked doing them โ got you unbearably bothered. suddenly, the tiny table felt even tinier, and the temperature went up by 10 degrees.
the worst part? he didn't look like he knew even a sliver of how he made you feel.
once you were both done with your meals, jay finally spoke up.
"you have room for dessert?"
his words cut sharp through whatever thoughts you were lost in. your fingers momentarily stilled before they started fidgeting.
"huh?" you ask, not hearing what he said.
he untangles your hands with one of his own and interlocks your fingers.
"i asked if you have room for dessert?"
he looked into your eyes fondly, so fondly, in fact, that anyone else would've mistaken it for love.
exhaling โ and trying to rid the heat stirring in your belly โ you nodded.
"but i can't finish one by myself," you admitted with a tightly knit smile.
"we'll split a-"
"slice of cheesecake."
"slice of cheesecake."
you both said it at the same time. you both laughed, easily this time, some of the earlier tension subsiding, like teenagers on their first date.
"good to know we have similar tastes."
"yeah, definitely," you reply.
once your cheesecake arrived, jay didn't care about etiquette. he moved his chair beside yours so you could share properly.
like this, you felt his body heat, so warm and inviting, just like in that guitar lesson he gave you a few days prior.
you exchanged stories, favorites artists, birthdays โ the conversation flowed so much easier this time. you didn't know if it was because of the close proximity, or if fate had brought you two together.
as you laughed at one of his childhood stories, eyes closed and head tipped back slightly, you felt a finger brush against the corner of your mouth.
you opened your eyes to find jay wiping some cheesecake filling off your lips with his thumb.
"you have a little.." he mutters.
you were about to thank him, before his thumb came up to his own lips and lips the filling off. he hummed thoughtfully. your jaw hung open slightly in surprise.
"oh," you squeaked, voice too high pitched to trust yourself to say any more.
his gaze sweeps over your flushed face.
"well," he starts, voice barely above a whisper, "i think we're done?"
you nod. "y- yeah."
god, you were so cute, he thought. he felt the blood rush south fast.
he tried to stay composed as he walked back to the car, but his strides were longer and more hurried, eager, almost.
"uh, yn? you wanna go to my place? it's late and.." he asks cautiously, making sure you wanted this as bad as he does.
"yes," you say, breathlessly. "let's go."
if he was a naturally fast driver before, he was an f1 racer now. he expertly navigated through the streets while his hand rested firmly on your bare thigh, exposed by the way your skirt rode up.
his apartment smelled like cologne. by the living room couch, there was a tangle of cables and a guitar stand that held a deep blue electric guitar. the kitchen was littered with containers and empty takeout boxes, fridge crowded with polaroids of him and his bandmates.
you barely had time to register it all before jay gently crowded you against the wall, breath fanning across your face and fingers trailing your cheekbone.
"is this okay?" he muttered.
you nodded wordlessly. then he kissed you. it was slow and deep, just like his teasing touches at dinner. he took his time before his tongue sought entrance to your mouth.
your lips parted and the wet muscle explored you thoroughly. as your tongues tangled, your fingers threaded through his brown locks and tugged at the short strands on the back of his neck. his hands rested patiently on your waist.
jay broke away first. all you could hear was both of your panting and your own heartbeat in your ear.
"my bedroom."
he didn't let you answer before he was dragging you off deeper into his space. the further you went, the more him it seemed. there was at least one guitar pick on every surface and various posters of famous musicians along the walls.
when he had you in his room, he lunged for your lips again, kissing you like a man starved. he laid you back on the bed and undressed you with reverence, taking his time and kissing every inch of skin revealed. between each peck, he'd mutter something sweet.
"god, yn, you're gorgeous.."
"i want you so bad.."
"what would it be like if you never broke in backstage?"
that last comment broke through your haze of pleasure.
"i didn't break in.." you mutter weakly. "the door was open."
"don't sound so convincing, sweetheart."
"..shut up."
he chuckles. "that's what i thought."
once he finishes undressing and admiring you, he abruptly sits up and unbuttons his blouse. then his jeans. soon, you're both only in your underwear.
he presses a chaste kiss to your neck before muttering: "you tell me if anything's too much, mkay?"
"okay, jay."
he cracks a smile at the sound of his name.
he trails kisses down your sternum until his lips eventually find one of your breasts. he takes a nipple in his mouth and circles his tongue around it. the sudden pleasure causes a moan to escape your mouth. something darkens in his expression.
he repeats the motion, this time on the other nipple, and you let out a loud whimper. he curses under his breath.
"fuck, you sound good."
you will your eyes to not flutter shut to watch him color your chest with reds and purples. his teeth graze the curve of your tits, your sternum, and especially your neck.
for every moan, whimper, curse, he soothes each bite with a kiss. you look down and catch the pure bliss on his face, then you notice the movement of his palm along the front of his boxers.
slowly, you sit up, bringing him up with you. your lips meet his before your hand replaces his, palming his hard on. he lets out a breathy sigh of relief.
"yn.. are you sure-"
"i'm sure, jay."
he exhales and lays you back down. his fingers hook in your panties and pulls them down past your ankles. he bites his lip.
"beautiful.."
at his words and under his gaze, you feel way too aware of yourself, unconsciously curling in on yourself. he gently straightens you out and rests a warm hand on your hip. his other reaches into his boxers and pulls out his cock.
it stands proud, thick and flushed. kicking off his calvin kleins, he wraps his fingers around himself before lining up at your entrance. he takes a shaky breath before pushing in.
you both groan at the sensation. he moves slowly before burying himself to the hilt.
"mmh, jay.." you whine.
"i know, baby.."
with both hands now holding onto your waist, he begins to thrust. the stretch is almost unbearable until the pain fades into extreme pleasure. you can't help the sweet sounds that spill from your lips.
his pace starts steady, letting you adjust and express any discomfort. when you don't show any signs of resistance, he speeds up gradually.
all you could hear was the slapping noise of skin on skin and the occasional banging on the headboard against the wall. the room was hotter than ever, sweat trickling down his temple as his brows stayed knit in concentration.
he held you firmly, using his grip to quicken his pace. his mushroom tip hits your cervix repeatedly and you see stars. the only sounds coming out of your mouth were incoherent babbles and faint murmurs of his name.
"shit, yn.. feel s'good.."
his head tips back as you clench around him.
"jay- i'm close..!"
"mmm, me too, pretty.. fuck, where do you want me? your mouth? think you can swallow it all like a good girl?"
the filth he spoke sent shivers down your spine. you nod eagerly, more than happy to fulfill his suggestion.
"yes!"
"cum for me, baby."
that was all it took. you spasmed around his length, velvet walls twitching violently. with the small amount of restraint he had left, jay pulled out and quickly went up to straddle your shoulders.
he stroked himself fast, tip fat on your inviting tongue.
"shit-" he curses before finishing. his warm seed fills your mouth, lips closing around him to milk everything from him. he lets out a loud moan at the feeling.
his fingers thread through your hair as he returns back down to earth, the post orgasm haze clearing out of his vision.
you both got cleaned up and changed into pajamas. you wore your panties and an old shirt of his, his band's name written on the back. he held you in his arms that night, reaffirming over and over how perfect you'd been, how much he enjoyed it, how he doesn't plan on letting you go.
"i don't do one time things, by the way," he states, expression dead serious.
"that's good to know jay."
he nods, mostly to reassure himself.
"yeah. you're even wearing my band's name and everything."
"it's your shirt."
"i don't care. you're mine now."
your pulse jumped. you looked up at him, but his eyes were closed. "you mean that?"
"if you'll let me," he replies, eyes still shut.
a giddy laugh escapes you. "i don't mind."
๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ข๐๐จ๐
it had been 7 years since that first date.
jay kept his promise of keeping you. you were still his, this time with a nice ring on your finger. you lived in a cozy studio above his restaurant โ a small family diner that brought in enough money, and a little more.
you had a kid, too. a little (sometimes) angel called haeun. she was 3 years old, and already a big fan of her dad's vintage guitars.
"haeun- no! don't touch that, please. that's daddy's favorite, okay? it's how i met your mother," he'd say with a wink directed at you.
and while jay wasn't part of the band anymore, they were still friends, occasionally meeting up and bonding about parenthood over soju.
it was the best life you could've ever asked for: a diner that was loved, a sweet daughter, and what better than to share all that with the man you love the most?
sometimes you wonder if your motto was never yolo. if you never lived by the phrase, and never stumbled upon those $20 tickets. would your life be as perfect as it is now? probably not.
what you do know is that, with park jongseong by your side, there is no doubt that buying those tickets was the best decision of your life.
an: oh jongseong the man that u are
ใ ค@hyyhwriterใ คโค๏ธ ใ คthank you so much for being patient and enjoying my work!
โ โ โโ โ โยฉ piercedjake may 2026 โโ โหโก
stepping outside, you saw him leaning against his sleek grey civic. his crisp white blouse was messily tucked into his jeans and he wore thin, silver glasses. he was focused on his phone.
you had stepped out after he texted you a simple:
"i'm outside"
as you walked up to him in your skirt and (unintentionally) matching white blouse under a grey v neck pull over, you called out to him.
"jay!"
he looked up from his screen and you noticed the way his lips twitched ever so slightly, even in the dim light of the streetamps.
"hey, pretty." his eyes briefly raked over your outfit, lingering on the hem of your skirt that ended around your mid thigh. he cleared his throat, meeting your eyes again. "you look nice."
you shift your weight onto the other leg. "thank you. you too, by the way. i like the glasses"
he nods before opening the passenger side door and ushers for you to enter. you brush past him before sliding into the seat. he catches a whiff of your perfume, something floral and soft.
he circles the car and slides into the driver's seat. the engine roars to life.
curious, you ask: "where are we off to?"
he spares you a glance, smug grin on his lips.
"i promised you dinner last time, didn't i?"
"mm, you did. but where?"
he shakes his head. "you'll find out soon."
the drive went by faster than you'd expected. maybe he was naturally a fast driver. maybe you were too focused on how his ring littered fingers looked gripping the steering wheel. maybe it was because you caught every little movement he'd make out of the corner of your eye.
how could a man you just met be so perfect?
you finally arrived outside a fancy looking restaurant. jay quickly parked before jogging over to open your door for you.
"ever the gentleman," you teased. you didn't expect his response.
"only for you."
it was low, almost lost in the wind, but you caught it. your breath hitched barely. he lets out a breathy laugh.
"cmon, don't wanna miss our reservation."
he gently took your wrist and led you inside. it was a really, really nice restaurant. it was busy, full of customers who looked like businesspeople. the whole place was lit with yellow candles, giving it a romantic feel.
you sat across from each other at a small, white table. it was a fair distance away from the crowds, a detail you appreciated. you pretended to inspect the menu while secretly stealing glances at the unfairly attractive guitarist in front of you.
"so," you start, "does being in a band pay this well? maybe i should join one."
he laughs again, that soft, respectful sound, eyes crinkling. he shrugs.
"it's decent. lets you afford a place like this every once in a while. maybe open a place of mine one day."
you perk up. "you cook?"
he shrugs, feigning humility. "sometimes. i'm not that good, though. it's just a hobby, really."
you nod thoughtfully.
"what about you? what do you do?" he asks.
"me? i'm majoring in philosophy. mostly ethics and epistemology."
his eyebrows shoot up. "woah, big word. meaning..?"
a small smile plays on your lips, which he reciprocates before the words are even out of your mouth. "basically study of human knowledge."
"mmm. and with studying all that, you still have free time to crash concerts?"
"of course."
you call over a waitress to finalize your order. once she's gone, there's a brief silence. you look up to start another conversation, only to find jay staring at you. not in a creepy way, but in a real way. his eyes held something you couldn't quite name.
he blinks, caught in the act, and he smiles bashfully, avoiding your gaze to instead look at the tablecloth.
"sorry. you're just.. really interesting."
you think you feel your cheeks heat up. "interesting?"
"yeah. educated. passionate. and also very pretty, if i haven't mentioned it enough."
okay, now your whole face was definitely heating up. your silence basically responded for you. thankfully, the tension filled moment was cut short as the waitress delivers your meals. you both thank her before eating.
neither of you spoke while you ate, letting the soothing chatter of people around you fill the quiet.
after a couple minutes, jay showed you what both of you couldn't say. purposefully, his shoe knocked against yours. you looked up, but his focus was fixed on his plate. again. you felt a kick on your foot. you ignored it.
what you couldn't ignore, though, was when his foot trailed up your calf. it was slow and sensual and left a burning path in its wake. what affected you the most was how unaffected he looked. he seemed completely unfazed by what he was doing under the table cloth.
his antics โ and good he looked doing them โ got you unbearably bothered. suddenly, the tiny table felt even tinier, and the temperature went up by 10 degrees.
the worst part? he didn't look like he knew even a sliver of how he made you feel.
once you were both done with your meals, jay finally spoke up.
"you have room for dessert?"
his words cut sharp through whatever thoughts you were lost in. your fingers momentarily stilled before they started fidgeting.
"huh?" you ask, not hearing what he said.
he untangles your hands with one of his own and interlocks your fingers.
"i asked if you have room for dessert?"
he looked into your eyes fondly, so fondly, in fact, that anyone else would've mistaken it for love.
exhaling โ and trying to rid the heat stirring in your belly โ you nodded.
"but i can't finish one by myself," you admitted with a tightly knit smile.
"we'll split a-"
"slice of cheesecake."
"slice of cheesecake."
you both said it at the same time. you both laughed, easily this time, some of the earlier tension subsiding, like teenagers on their first date.
"good to know we have similar tastes."
"yeah, definitely," you reply.
once your cheesecake arrived, jay didn't care about etiquette. he moved his chair beside yours so you could share properly.
like this, you felt his body heat, so warm and inviting, just like in that guitar lesson he gave you a few days prior.
you exchanged stories, favorites artists, birthdays โ the conversation flowed so much easier this time. you didn't know if it was because of the close proximity, or if fate had brought you two together.
as you laughed at one of his childhood stories, eyes closed and head tipped back slightly, you felt a finger brush against the corner of your mouth.
you opened your eyes to find jay wiping some cheesecake filling off your lips with his thumb.
"you have a little.." he mutters.
you were about to thank him, before his thumb came up to his own lips and lips the filling off. he hummed thoughtfully. your jaw hung open slightly in surprise.
"oh," you squeaked, voice too high pitched to trust yourself to say any more.
his gaze sweeps over your flushed face.
"well," he starts, voice barely above a whisper, "i think we're done?"
you nod. "y- yeah."
god, you were so cute, he thought. he felt the blood rush south fast.
he tried to stay composed as he walked back to the car, but his strides were longer and more hurried, eager, almost.
"uh, yn? you wanna go to my place? it's late and.." he asks cautiously, making sure you wanted this as bad as he does.
"yes," you say, breathlessly. "let's go."
if he was a naturally fast driver before, he was an f1 racer now. he expertly navigated through the streets while his hand rested firmly on your bare thigh, exposed by the way your skirt rode up.
his apartment smelled like cologne. by the living room couch, there was a tangle of cables and a guitar stand that held a deep blue electric guitar. the kitchen was littered with containers and empty takeout boxes, fridge crowded with polaroids of him and his bandmates.
you barely had time to register it all before jay gently crowded you against the wall, breath fanning across your face and fingers trailing your cheekbone.
"is this okay?" he muttered.
you nodded wordlessly. then he kissed you. it was slow and deep, just like his teasing touches at dinner. he took his time before his tongue sought entrance to your mouth.
your lips parted and the wet muscle explored you thoroughly. as your tongues tangled, your fingers threaded through his brown locks and tugged at the short strands on the back of his neck. his hands rested patiently on your waist.
jay broke away first. all you could hear was both of your panting and your own heartbeat in your ear.
"my bedroom."
he didn't let you answer before he was dragging you off deeper into his space. the further you went, the more him it seemed. there was at least one guitar pick on every surface and various posters of famous musicians along the walls.
when he had you in his room, he lunged for your lips again, kissing you like a man starved. he laid you back on the bed and undressed you with reverence, taking his time and kissing every inch of skin revealed. between each peck, he'd mutter something sweet.
"god, yn, you're gorgeous.."
"i want you so bad.."
"what would it be like if you never broke in backstage?"
that last comment broke through your haze of pleasure.
"i didn't break in.." you mutter weakly. "the door was open."
"don't sound so convincing, sweetheart."
"..shut up."
he chuckles. "that's what i thought."
once he finishes undressing and admiring you, he abruptly sits up and unbuttons his blouse. then his jeans. soon, you're both only in your underwear.
he presses a chaste kiss to your neck before muttering: "you tell me if anything's too much, mkay?"
"okay, jay."
he cracks a smile at the sound of his name.
he trails kisses down your sternum until his lips eventually find one of your breasts. he takes a nipple in his mouth and circles his tongue around it. the sudden pleasure causes a moan to escape your mouth. something darkens in his expression.
he repeats the motion, this time on the other nipple, and you let out a loud whimper. he curses under his breath.
"fuck, you sound good."
you will your eyes to not flutter shut to watch him color your chest with reds and purples. his teeth graze the curve of your tits, your sternum, and especially your neck.
for every moan, whimper, curse, he soothes each bite with a kiss. you look down and catch the pure bliss on his face, then you notice the movement of his palm along the front of his boxers.
slowly, you sit up, bringing him up with you. your lips meet his before your hand replaces his, palming his hard on. he lets out a breathy sigh of relief.
"yn.. are you sure-"
"i'm sure, jay."
he exhales and lays you back down. his fingers hook in your panties and pulls them down past your ankles. he bites his lip.
"beautiful.."
at his words and under his gaze, you feel way too aware of yourself, unconsciously curling in on yourself. he gently straightens you out and rests a warm hand on your hip. his other reaches into his boxers and pulls out his cock.
it stands proud, thick and flushed. kicking off his calvin kleins, he wraps his fingers around himself before lining up at your entrance. he takes a shaky breath before pushing in.
you both groan at the sensation. he moves slowly before burying himself to the hilt.
"mmh, jay.." you whine.
"i know, baby.."
with both hands now holding onto your waist, he begins to thrust. the stretch is almost unbearable until the pain fades into extreme pleasure. you can't help the sweet sounds that spill from your lips.
his pace starts steady, letting you adjust and express any discomfort. when you don't show any signs of resistance, he speeds up gradually.
all you could hear was the slapping noise of skin on skin and the occasional banging on the headboard against the wall. the room was hotter than ever, sweat trickling down his temple as his brows stayed knit in concentration.
he held you firmly, using his grip to quicken his pace. his mushroom tip hits your cervix repeatedly and you see stars. the only sounds coming out of your mouth were incoherent babbles and faint murmurs of his name.
"shit, yn.. feel s'good.."
his head tips back as you clench around him.
"jay- i'm close..!"
"mmm, me too, pretty.. fuck, where do you want me? your mouth? think you can swallow it all like a good girl?"
the filth he spoke sent shivers down your spine. you nod eagerly, more than happy to fulfill his suggestion.
"yes!"
"cum for me, baby."
that was all it took. you spasmed around his length, velvet walls twitching violently. with the small amount of restraint he had left, jay pulled out and quickly went up to straddle your shoulders.
he stroked himself fast, tip fat on your inviting tongue.
"shit-" he curses before finishing. his warm seed fills your mouth, lips closing around him to milk everything from him. he lets out a loud moan at the feeling.
his fingers thread through your hair as he returns back down to earth, the post orgasm haze clearing out of his vision.
you both got cleaned up and changed into pajamas. you wore your panties and an old shirt of his, his band's name written on the back. he held you in his arms that night, reaffirming over and over how perfect you'd been, how much he enjoyed it, how he doesn't plan on letting you go.
"i don't do one time things, by the way," he states, expression dead serious.
"that's good to know, jay."
he nods, mostly to reassure himself.
"yeah. you're even wearing my band's name and everything."
"it's your shirt."
"i don't care. you're mine now."
your pulse jumped. you looked up at him, but his eyes were closed. "you mean that?"
"if you'll let me," he replies, eyes still shut.
a giddy laugh escapes you. "i don't mind."
๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ข๐๐จ๐
it had been 7 years since that first date.
jay kept his promise of keeping you. you were still his, this time with a nice ring on your finger. you lived in a cozy studio above his restaurant โ a small family diner that brought in enough money, and a little more.
you had a kid, too. a little (sometimes) angel called haeun. she was 3 years old, and already a big fan of her dad's vintage guitars.
"haeun- no! don't touch that, please. that's daddy's favorite, okay? it's how i met your mother," he'd say with a wink directed at you.
and while jay wasn't part of the band anymore, they were still friends, occasionally meeting up and bonding about parenthood over soju.
it was the best life you could've ever asked for: a diner that was loved, a sweet daughter, and what better than to share all that with the man you love the most?
sometimes you wonder if your motto was never yolo. if you never lived by the phrase, and never stumbled upon those $20 tickets. would your life be as perfect as it is now? probably not.
what you do know is that, with park jongseong by your side, there is no doubt that buying those tickets was the best decision of your life.
an: oh jongseong the man that u are
ใ ค@hyyhwriterใ คโค๏ธ ใ คthank you so much for being patient and enjoying my work!
โ โ โโ โ โยฉ piercedjake may 2026 โโ โหโก
in whichโ jungwon isn't having ANY of it when you laugh too hard with his friend.
warningsโ brat tamer!jungwon (duh), piv, creampie, oral (m receiving), finger sucking, breeding kink, slight degredation, use of sir, jungwon lowk evilโ literally just 1.5k words of pure smut!
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๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ท๐๐ป๐ด๐๐ผ๐ป and his breeding kink, and how he mean he is about it.
"nngh- fuck, jungwon!"
your helpless cries are met with a cruel laugh in your ear, hot breath tickling your neck. your boyfriend was pounding into you mercilessly from behind. if it weren't for his strong arm holding you up, your arms would've buckled.
your knees were on the verge of bruising from how roughly they're being pressed against the sheets. your body is already numbing despite this only being the beginning.
"what's that, sweetheart? too much?"
even though you can barely hear his voice above the rhythmic clap of skin, you know there's a shit eating smirk on his face.
you wanted to nod yes, beg him to go slower, but you knew there was no point. once jungwon made up his mind? there's no way you're getting out of punishment.
how it all happened was a blur. you were joking, really, bonding with sunghoon over embarrassing jungwon.
"yeah, it's like he never lets me out of his sight. sooo annoying," you'd said with a laugh.
okay, in hindsight, maybe you should've seen how that comment would've made you end up here.
"i asked you a question," his voice cut sharp through your thoughts. "too much? or are you gonna take it like my little cock sleeve?"
you gulp and nod weakly. he grins in triumph.
"yeah? m'gonna give you all my babies."
he leans back, peeling his firm chest off your back as his hands find purchase in the crook of your hips. with this angle, he hits a gummy spot deep inside you that makes you moan, loud.
jungwon only lets the pleasure last for a second before he pulls out and flips you onto your back, finally allowing you a view of him.
he sat back on his heels, body slick with sweat. a thick drop trickles down his temple and lands on his toned chest. your eyes raked over him before landing on his cock.
it was flushed red, precum dribbling from the tip and mixing with your juices that had accumulated while he was inside you. the sight made you forget about the exhilarating pleasure that overwhelmed your senses just a moment ago.
another mean laugh puts a quick stop to your admiration.
"i think you're enjoying this a bit too much."
he leans over and reaches out for the bedside table. he rummages blindly through the drawer before pulling out a bandana.
"you're not gonna see anything, okay? just gonna feel me fucking your mouth. understood?"
"..yes."
"yes, who?" he urges.
"yes, sir," you mutter.
"better."
you sit up, reluctantly letting him wrap the bandana above your eyes. his touch was surprisingly gentle. the contrast was maddening.
once it was secure, he pushed you back down and straddled your shoulders.
"say ahh."
as your lips parted, jungwon couldn't contain his boyish giggle. the absurdity of you obeying his ridiculous commands? god, you were perfect. but of course he wasn't going to let you know that now.
he slowly pushes into you mouth, his length thick and heavy on your tongue.
"mmh, fuck," he groans.
his warm palms reach out to cup your cheeks, keeping you in place while he shallowly thrusts in and out your mouth. you hollow your cheeks around him, your tongue tracing shapes along the underside of his shaft.
"unh- yn.."
the way your name escaped him, so breathy and blissful, only spurred you on further. you took it upon yourself to take him deeper, forcing his pulsing dick to hit the back of your throat. he let out a choked sound in response.
"shit! you can't.."
you knew the crack in his resolve wouldn't last. give it a few seconds and he'll remember why he was being mean in the first place, but you let yourself revel in the rare presence of a (somewhat) submissive jungwon. how you wished you could see his face right now.
his hands tightened around your face and his thrusts grew rougher, more urgent.
"gonna cum all over this beautiful face.." he muttered lazily.
he pulls out of your mouth, veiny cock now standing tall and proud right above your nose. he flimsily undoes the bandana before a desperate hand flies to wrap around himself and he jerks, fast.
two blinks and a sharp moan later, his warm seed spews out on your nose, lips, and eyelashes. he palms himself through the aftershocks, eyes tracing every feature of your cum covered face.
a smirk spreads across his lips.
"tongue out," he commands, "don't hesitate."
you listen, tongue sticking out immediately without question. his fingers โ gentle, again โ graze the curve of your face, collecting his release on his middle and index fingers before pressing lightly on your tongue. a silent request: suck.
you lick everything up greedily, nasty, wet sounds echoing faintly as you do. you were so focused on his fingers in your mouth that you almost missed the look on jungwon's face.
he was hypnotized.
like a man under a spell, his eyes were absolutely fixed on you, jaw ajar slightly. the sensation of your tongue around his fingers was so good, overwhelmingly so, to the point where his dick twitched. not a lot, but definitely noticable.
not even a second later, he growled. he actually growled. you would've burst out laughing if he wasn't moving already.
he slid down from straddling your shoulders, instead settling between your legs. his body caged you in and his gaze landed on your decorated neck.
he leans down and starts placing gentle kisses on your neck, right above the bruises he had given you only a bit ago. he kissed slowly and passionately, soothing the dull ache that was beginning to spread.
"don't ever laugh.. with sunghoon.. like that.. again," he says in between pecks, voice gruff, "ever. understood?"
you nod, jaw slack and spilling out silent, breathy moans. your hands tangle in his silky hair as his kisses move lower.
"say it."
"i- i understand."
you can feel him smile against your collarbone. "that wasn't so hard."
for a moment โ only a moment โ you really thought you had found the solution to tame your boyfriend when he was taming you. wrong!
his kisses continued slowly and sensually. what you weren't expecting, though, was for him to plug himself back inside you. you gasp, back curling off the bed.
"what? jungwon-"
the pace he set silenced you real quick. it was relentless. he pounded you fast and unforgiving, so fast he had to sit back up and grip your hips to stabilize himself.
"sunghoon won't even think about talking to you- no, breathing next to you," he stumbles over his words as he speaks, "once he sees you full of my babies."
his words make you whimper. he chuckles.
"this is the only time you're cumming. better make it worth it."
he angles your hips perfectly, and he knows he's found the spot when you let out a particularly high pitched moan.
"there? right there is where you're getting my kids. god, you'll be such a great mama- fuck!"
you're fucked out. your eyes are lost somewhere in the back of your head, hands clawing helplessly at the bedsheets, all while you clench uncontrollably around jungwon's length.
"shitshitshit, won, i'm-"
you warned him too late. your sopping cunt locks up, trapping him tightly in your heat as you squirt, juices spraying both your thighs and the bedsheets.
jungwon is right behind you. with a low groan, he buries himself to the hilt and spills deep inside you. he thrusts shallowly, as if willing it to stay inside you.
"keep it," he pants. "if you don't, i'll fuck you over and over again until it takes."
you nod, only half willingly. you've barely even registered what he said, too lost in the ecstasy of your high.
again, jungwon reaches over for the bedside the table, the one on the other side this time, and pulls out a little silicon plug. neither of you have ever used it before, he mostly bought it as a joke, but he felt it was necessary in this moment.
carefully, he replaced his now soft cock with the plug. you felt full and heavy, a distant throb in your lower belly as you kept every drop inside.
jungwon padded his way to the bathroom and returned with a warm cloth. he wiped you down, starting from your face and chest, all the way down to the sticky mess coating your thighs.
he puts the cloth aside before laying down beside you, his body warm and inviting. you snuggle up to him and rest your head in the crook of his neck. he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your hair.
"don't do it again," he repeats. "talk to sunghoon like that, i mean."
"i got it."
"..i love you. you know that, right?"
"of course i know. love you too, won."
his fingers brush your cheekbone. a final kiss lands on your temple before you're both drifting off to sleep.
an: so we all know jungwon is evil shyt in bed right
โ โ โโ โ โยฉ piercedjake march 2026 โโ โหโก
in whichโ jungwon isn't having ANY of it when you laugh too hard with his friend.
warningsโ brat tamer!jungwon (duh), piv, creampie, oral (m receiving), finger sucking, breeding kink, slight degredation, use of sir, jungwon lowk evilโ literally just 1.5k words of pure smut!
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๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ท๐๐ป๐ด๐๐ผ๐ป and his breeding kink, and how he mean he is about it.
"nngh- fuck, jungwon!"
your helpless cries are met with a cruel laugh in your ear, hot breath tickling your neck. your boyfriend was pounding into you mercilessly from behind. if it weren't for his strong arm holding you up, your arms would've buckled.
your knees were on the verge of bruising from how roughly they're being pressed against the sheets. your body is already numbing despite this only being the beginning.
"what's that, sweetheart? too much?"
even though you can barely hear his voice above the rhythmic clap of skin, you know there's a shit eating smirk on his face.
you wanted to nod yes, beg him to go slower, but you knew there was no point. once jungwon made up his mind? there's no way you're getting out of punishment.
how it all happened was a blur. you were joking, really, bonding with sunghoon over embarrassing jungwon.
"yeah, it's like he never lets me out of his sight. sooo annoying," you'd said with a laugh.
okay, in hindsight, maybe you should've seen how that comment would've made you end up here.
"i asked you a question," his voice cut sharp through your thoughts. "too much? or are you gonna take it like my little cock sleeve?"
you gulp and nod weakly. he grins in triumph.
"yeah? m'gonna give you all my babies."
he leans back, peeling his firm chest off your back as his hands find purchase in the crook of your hips. with this angle, he hits a gummy spot deep inside you that makes you moan, loud.
jungwon only lets the pleasure last for a second before he pulls out and flips you onto your back, finally allowing you a view of him.
he sat back on his heels, body slick with sweat. a thick drop trickles down his temple and lands on his toned chest. your eyes raked over him before landing on his cock.
it was flushed red, precum dribbling from the tip and mixing with your juices that had accumulated while he was inside you. the sight made you forget about the exhilarating pleasure that overwhelmed your senses just a moment ago.
another mean laugh puts a quick stop to your admiration.
"i think you're enjoying this a bit too much."
he leans over and reaches out for the bedside table. he rummages blindly through the drawer before pulling out a bandana.
"you're not gonna see anything, okay? just gonna feel me fucking your mouth. understood?"
"..yes."
"yes, who?" he urges.
"yes, sir," you mutter.
"better."
you sit up, reluctantly letting him wrap the bandana above your eyes. his touch was surprisingly gentle. the contrast was maddening.
once it was secure, he pushed you back down and straddled your shoulders.
"say ahh."
as your lips parted, jungwon couldn't contain his boyish giggle. the absurdity of you obeying his ridiculous commands? god, you were perfect. but of course he wasn't going to let you know that now.
he slowly pushes into you mouth, his length thick and heavy on your tongue.
"mmh, fuck," he groans.
his warm palms reach out to cup your cheeks, keeping you in place while he shallowly thrusts in and out your mouth. you hollow your cheeks around him, your tongue tracing shapes along the underside of his shaft.
"unh- yn.."
the way your name escaped him, so breathy and blissful, only spurred you on further. you took it upon yourself to take him deeper, forcing his pulsing dick to hit the back of your throat. he let out a choked sound in response.
"shit! you can't.."
you knew the crack in his resolve wouldn't last. give it a few seconds and he'll remember why he was being mean in the first place, but you let yourself revel in the rare presence of a (somewhat) submissive jungwon. how you wished you could see his face right now.
his hands tightened around your face and his thrusts grew rougher, more urgent.
"gonna cum all over this beautiful face.." he muttered lazily.
he pulls out of your mouth, veiny cock now standing tall and proud right above your nose. he flimsily undoes the bandana before a desperate hand flies to wrap around himself and he jerks, fast.
two blinks and a sharp moan later, his warm seed spews out on your nose, lips, and eyelashes. he palms himself through the aftershocks, eyes tracing every feature of your cum covered face.
a smirk spreads across his lips.
"tongue out," he commands, "don't hesitate."
you listen, tongue sticking out immediately without question. his fingers โ gentle, again โ graze the curve of your face, collecting his release on his middle and index fingers before pressing lightly on your tongue. a silent request: suck.
you lick everything up greedily, nasty, wet sounds echoing faintly as you do. you were so focused on his fingers in your mouth that you almost missed the look on jungwon's face.
he was hypnotized.
like a man under a spell, his eyes were absolutely fixed on you, jaw ajar slightly. the sensation of your tongue around his fingers was so good, overwhelmingly so, to the point where his dick twitched. not a lot, but definitely noticable.
not even a second later, he growled. he actually growled. you would've burst out laughing if he wasn't moving already.
he slid down from straddling your shoulders, instead settling between your legs. his body caged you in and his gaze landed on your decorated neck.
he leans down and starts placing gentle kisses on your neck, right above the bruises he had given you only a bit ago. he kissed slowly and passionately, soothing the dull ache that was beginning to spread.
"don't ever laugh.. with sunghoon.. like that.. again," he says in between pecks, voice gruff, "ever. understood?"
you nod, jaw slack and spilling out silent, breathy moans. your hands tangle in his silky hair as his kisses move lower.
"say it."
"i- i understand."
you can feel him smile against your collarbone. "that wasn't so hard."
for a moment โ only a moment โ you really thought you had found the solution to tame your boyfriend when he was taming you. wrong!
his kisses continued slowly and sensually. what you weren't expecting, though, was for him to plug himself back inside you. you gasp, back curling off the bed.
"what? jungwon-"
the pace he set silenced you real quick. it was relentless. he pounded you fast and unforgiving, so fast he had to sit back up and grip your hips to stabilize himself.
"sunghoon won't even think about talking to you- no, breathing next to you," he stumbles over his words as he speaks, "once he sees you full of my babies."
his words make you whimper. he chuckles.
"this is the only time you're cumming. better make it worth it."
he angles your hips perfectly, and he knows he's found the spot when you let out a particularly high pitched moan.
"there? right there is where you're getting my kids. god, you'll be such a great mama- fuck!"
you're fucked out. your eyes are lost somewhere in the back of your head, hands clawing helplessly at the bedsheets, all while you clench uncontrollably around jungwon's length.
"shitshitshit, won, i'm-"
you warned him too late. your sopping cunt locks up, trapping him tightly in your heat as you squirt, juices spraying both your thighs and the bedsheets.
jungwon is right behind you. with a low groan, he buries himself to the hilt and spills deep inside you. he thrusts shallowly, as if willing it to stay inside you.
"keep it," he pants. "if you don't, i'll fuck you over and over again until it takes."
you nod, only half willingly. you've barely even registered what he said, too lost in the ecstasy of your high.
again, jungwon reaches over for the bedside the table, the one on the other side this time, and pulls out a little silicon plug. neither of you have ever used it before, he mostly bought it as a joke, but he felt it was necessary in this moment.
carefully, he replaced his now soft cock with the plug. you felt full and heavy, a distant throb in your lower belly as you kept every drop inside.
jungwon padded his way to the bathroom and returned with a warm cloth. he wiped you down, starting from your face and chest, all the way down to the sticky mess coating your thighs.
he puts the cloth aside before laying down beside you, his body warm and inviting. you snuggle up to him and rest your head in the crook of his neck. he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your hair.
"don't do it again," he repeats. "talk to sunghoon like that, i mean."
"i got it."
"..i love you. you know that, right?"
"of course i know. love you too, won."
his fingers brush your cheekbone. a final kiss lands on your temple before you're both drifting off to sleep.
an: so we all know jungwon is evil shyt in bed right
โ โ โโ โ โยฉ piercedjake march 2026 โโ โหโก
pairingโ figure skater!sunghoon x ballerina!reader
in whichโ park sunghoon shows up to cheer on his friend, but finds himself returning day after day for someone else.
contentsโ slow burn, enemies to fwb to lovers kinda thing, eventual smut, fluff, vague mentions of an ed, kinda angsty, jealousy (jungwon is reader's friend), toxic training habits, swan lake, reader is female lead, jungwon is male lead, both reader and sunghoon suck at expressing emotions
est. wcโ ~10k (probably more)
est. release dateโ 1-3 weeks
โ โ anything is subject to change!
the theater was wide, dark, and empty. the stage was softly lit and even your quiet footsteps were deafening echoes in the vacancy.
rehearsal was always the worst.
you were always the first to appear on stage, bourree-ing your way to the center through a forest of tutus and gliding limbs. you had gone over the routine 5 times already. you could feel the sweat building on your hairline and trickling down your temple.
your leotard felt too tight, tulle skirt too big, and painfully aware of how many young ballerinas surrounded you. the usually competitive environment felt especially cutthroat today.
eyes lingered too long to be friendly and the air was thick with tension. maybe it was because you got cast as the lead role in swan lake and they didn't. maybe it was because he was cast as the man who falls in love with you.
as if summoned by your train of thought, the doors just below the stage swung open. with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, walked in yang jungwon.
the same girls who were glaring daggers at you seconds ago all shifted their attention to the handsome male lead. rehearsal quickly stopped being productive as everyone else started busying themselves with admiring him.
you let out a relieved huff, arms dropping to your side. the burning heat of jealous stares into your back had finally subsided. you barely had a chance to breathe again before your day was immediately ruined.
only a couple seconds after jungwon, followed sunghoon. park sunghoon.
the irritatingly smug (but mostly just irritating) figure skater you've had the misfortune of ever crossing paths with.
he takes a seat in the very front row, his matching duffel bag flopping down beside him. another wave of excited squeals and whispers broke out behind you. you couldn't help but roll your eyes.
an infuriating but timid grin creeps up his lips, illuminated by the faint stage lights that shone only a few feet ahead of him. your eyes met his briefly, accidentally. his lips curl further then part, as if on the cusp of speaking, but your attention is stolen before he has the chance.
"shall we, princess odette?"
jungwon's voice cuts sharp through the moment. turning, you're met with his inviting hand, lips quirked and dimples on display. you hear someone scoff. red pricks your ears.
"we shall, prince siegfried."
out of the corner of your eyes, you see sunghoon shift and sink further into his seat.
an: hi hru guys
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ใ คโใ คใ คthis is a part two to this drabble, but can be read as a standalone!
you stepped out of your car after a quick drive. the address was an old college that was basically empty. you searched around for a bit before eventually hearing some gentle guitar riffs. you could tell this was different, not the energetic electric guitar he played last time, instead a soft, acoustic one.
you followed the sound and ended up in in front of a small room outside what looked like an auditorium. pushing the door open, you see jay. he was sat on a table, guitar resting on his lap as he strummed gently.
the floorboards creaked under your weight and he turned around. it was dark out, but you could easily recognize the face you'd basically fallen in love with the night before.
a smile spread across his lips.
"hey." he was as soft spoken as the guitar.
you smile back, replying with a quiet: "hi."
it's silent for a few seconds before he laughs. he actually laughs.
"shy now? you weren't like this when you broke in backstage."
"i didn't break in! the door was open.."
"whatever you say, pretty."
your lips twitched at the nickname and your ears pricked red.
"ready for your lesson?" he says, patting the spot on the table beside him. nodding, you join him.
there wasn't much space between the two of you, your thighs touched and your shoulders brushed. you might as well have been sharing body heat.
he places the guitar gently on your lap, muttering a small "careful.." before one of his hands finds your waist and the other rests above your wrist.
"so, just hold the neck like that.." he adjusts your fingers. "then strum."
your fingertips move across the strings and makes a sound. jay laughs and his breath ghosts the side of your neck.
"it's not the worst g major i've ever heard."
you glare at him. "was it that bad?"
"not at all. just needs a bit of work."
"is that an invite for a second lesson?"
he smirks, looking off to the side before meeting your eyes again. "maybe."
a pause.
"so.. what even is this place?" you bring up the subject as a distraction from the heat crawling up your neck.
"an old college," he shurgs. "they relocated a while ago but never destroyed the building. my bandmate's dad knows a guy who knows the headmaster. he said we could practice here if we wanted."
you observe him thoughtfully as he tunes the guitar a bit.
"that's.. cool."
"i know. we don't even pay rent or anything."
at first, he does actually teach you some guitar basics, but conversation just flowed so naturally, and you both lost track of time.
"it's really late, i should head back.."
jay's fingers found yours, his metal rings cool on your skin. the contact startled both of you.
"wait-"
you look at him, eyebrows raising and urging him to continue. he gulps.
"let me walk you out at least."
you accept his offer. he leads you out to the parking lot, fingers brushing yours every few seconds like he wants to reach out and grab them. you could sense his hesitation and โ swallowing your nerves โ did it for him, pinky catching his.
you couldn't see his face in the dark, but you heard a quiet scoff, almost like a laugh.
after a little more walking, pinkies still interlocked, you reach your car.
"so," he starts, clearing his throat, "i had fun today." his eyes meet yours. "it wasn't much, but your company is enough."
"oh," you breathe out.
another smile plays on his lips. "yeah. i'd really like to see you again. dinner or.. something," he mutters.
"it's a date," you say before thinking twice. he perks up.
"yeah. it's a date."
he unravels your fingers and lets you get into your car.
"see you, yn. call me."
he says with a wink, and he disappears back into the room by the auditorium.
an: smaus are actually so fun to make hahah i took a quick break from this long ass hoon fic... i won't say anything else but.. #staytuned
โ โ โโ โ โยฉ piercedjake may 2026 โโ โหโก
you stepped out of your car after a quick drive. the address was an old college that was basically empty. you searched around for a bit before eventually hearing some gentle guitar riffs. you could tell this was different, not the energetic electric guitar he played last time, instead a soft, acoustic one.
you followed the sound and ended up in in front of a small room outside what looked like an auditorium. pushing the door open, you see jay. he was sat on a table, guitar resting on his lap as he strummed gently.
the floorboards creaked under your weight and he turned around. it was dark out, but you could easily recognize the face you'd basically fallen in love with the night before.
a smile spread across his lips.
"hey." he was as soft spoken as the guitar.
you smile back, replying with a quiet: "hi."
it's silent for a few seconds before he laughs. he actually laughs.
"shy now? you weren't like this when you broke in backstage."
"i didn't break in! the door was open.."
"whatever you say, pretty."
your lips twitched at the nickname and your ears pricked red.
"ready for your lesson?" he says, patting the spot on the table beside him. nodding, you join him.
there wasn't much space between the two of you, your thighs touched and your shoulders brushed. you might as well have been sharing body heat.
he places the guitar gently on your lap, muttering a small "careful.." before one of his hands finds your waist and the other rests above your wrist.
"so, just hold the neck like that.." he adjusts your fingers. "then strum."
your fingertips move across the strings and makes a sound. jay laughs and his breath ghosts the side of your neck.
"it's not the worst g major i've ever heard."
you glare at him. "was it that bad?"
"not at all. just needs a bit of work."
"is that an invite for a second lesson?"
he smirks, looking off to the side before meeting your eyes again. "maybe."
a pause.
"so.. what even is this place?" you bring up the subject as a distraction from the heat crawling up your neck.
"an old college," he shurgs. "they relocated a while ago but never destroyed the building. my bandmate's dad knows a guy who knows the headmaster. he said we could practice here if we wanted."
you observe him thoughtfully as he tunes the guitar a bit.
"that's.. cool."
"i know. we don't even pay rent or anything."
at first, he does actually teach you some guitar basics, but conversation just flowed so naturally, and you both lost track of time.
"it's really late, i should head back.."
jay's fingers found yours, his metal rings cool on your skin. the contact startled both of you.
"wait-"
you look at him, eyebrows raising and urging him to continue. he gulps.
"let me walk you out at least."
you accept his offer. he leads you out to the parking lot, fingers brushing yours every few seconds like he wants to reach out and grab them. you could sense his hesitation and โ swallowing your nerves โ did it for him, pinky catching his.
you couldn't see his face in the dark, but you heard a quiet scoff, almost like a laugh.
after a little more walking, pinkies still interlocked, you reach your car.
"so," he starts, clearing his throat, "i had fun today." his eyes meet yours. "it wasn't much, but your company is enough."
"oh," you breathe out.
another smile plays on his lips. "yeah. i'd really like to see you again. dinner or.. something," he mutters.
"it's a date," you say before thinking twice. he perks up.
"yeah. it's a date."
he unravels your fingers and lets you get into your car.
"see you, yn. call me."
he says with a wink, and he disappears back into the room by the auditorium.
an: smaus are actually so fun to make hahah i took a quick break from this long ass hoon fic... i won't say anything else but.. #staytuned
โ โ โโ โ โยฉ piercedjake may 2026 โโ โหโก
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the stands were still with anticipation. it was the final couple of laps, and the fight for first was more interesting than usual.
jake was leading most of the time, but second place was hot on his trail.
you could already picture your boyfriend: smug, jaw set with that stubborn edge that indicated he's probably more relaxed than he should be.
he thought he had the win secured. you knew he didn't.
in a blink, second place dashed across the finish line. the crowd was divided: some cheered, some groaned in disbelief. jake was only miliseconds too late.
he lost. your boyfriend had lost.
this was not the first time, far from it, and you knew how it would end.
you try to catch up to him as he exits the car and walks off, footsteps heavy but hurried.
you find him in an isolated part of the garage, sitting on a bench with his head low. his helmet stayed clutched between his fingers, trembling from either the rage or the adrenaline.
"jake?" you called out. he straightened up immediately and brushed a rough glove against his cheek.
he clears his throat before responding with a weak: "yeah?"
plopping down beside him, you could sense his energy. he was radiating heat and anger and wore a mean scowl.
"you good?"
he spared you a second's glance, the hard lines in his face softening before his eyes find his shoes.
"m'fine." he mutters.
though unconvinced, you decided to not press further, instead tangling your fingers through his brown locks. he leaned into the contact, head falling on your shoulder and face buried in the crook of your neck.
"you did well anyway."
"it wasn't enough. i didn't win."
"you're right. you didn't."
he whips his head up, clearly not expecting that response. he squinted and tilted his head.
"that's not your line."
your lips twitch in an almost smile. "what? i'm agreeing with you. you didn't win this time. maybe next time you will."
"maybe?" he gasps, offended. "i'll definitely win next race."
you pat his back and stand up. "good boy. now let's go home."
he borderline malfunctions at the nickname. "good- what? are you feeling okay, babe?"
he shoots up onto his feet and inspects you dramatically like he's a detective and you're a blood sample from a crime scene.
"i'm fine! just trying to get you out of that sulky mindset. worked, didn't it?"
he shrugs. "i don't think it worked enough."
"oh?" you press, the direction this was going evident in his eyes. "what'll work then?"
right then, something flickered across his features. he clicked his tongue and looked off to the side briefly, a boyish grin playing on his lips. stupid lips that look way too kissable right now.
"you know." stepping closer, his hand finds purchase on your lower back, just before the curve of your ass. he pulls you close enough for you to feel his breath ghosting your eyelashes.
"i really don't," you whisper.
he groans in frustration, hands moving before he gets the words out.
"mmh, don't test me, baby." his fingers trail across your waist and down your stomach, toying with the waistband of your shorts before slipping inside.
you gasp, nails digging into bicep. "jake!" you whisper-shout.
"shhh, just.."
a cold, thick finger brushes against your now soaked panties, pressing, teasing, against your entrance with dizzying pressure.
"jake.." you say a lot weaker.
the smirk on his face was filth.
a radio crackles somewhere in the background. some chatter echoes through the garage. a harsh snap back into reality.
his grip around the helmet falters. with a huff, his hand slips out of your shorts and slides in between your own. a kiss is pressed to your temple. "at home," he says, like a heated promise.
the car ride was agonizing, air sharp and electric. it was silent except for the quiet hum of the engine.
jake hadn't spoken a word since you left the garage and he changed out of his racing suit. his ring littered fingers rested on your thigh while he drove, the cool metal pressing into the skin of your thighs.
his eyes were dead set on the road. the only thing going through his mind was getting home fast and getting you in bed.
the both of you were surprisingly composed for all of 3 seconds after entering your shared apartment. he snapped first.
jake pins you to the wall without a second thought, his lips crashing onto yours with all the emotions he couldn't say outloud; the anger of his loss and the surging need to feel you.
"fuck- been needing you.. for so long.." he pants against your lips. "need you so bad, baby.. take this off please.." he tugs at your shirt. "let me see what you're wearing underneath.."
you peel off your shirt and his hands are on you in an instant. his fingertips rough and calloused from gripping the wheel for hours on end.
"lace?" he says, in response to the lacy, black bra you were sporting. "you're trying to kill me, babe."
his mouth trails down your jaw and latches onto your neck, biting and suckling marks on the sensitive skin. his hair tickled your upper lip, the familiar, lingering scent of rubber and sweat.
a moan slips from your lips as his antics grow more hurried, now desperately rutting his growing bulge against your thigh.
"i almost had him.." he starts, voice growing rougher as his anger becomes more and more apparent. "i went too wide on that last corner, i basically gifted him an opening-" he cuts himself off with a sharp growl. he unclasps your bra, finally freeing your breasts.
before you even know it, tough skinned palms are sliding behind your thighs and lifting you up. your legs wrapped around his waist and your lips found each other again as he carried you to your bedroom.
you stumbled across the hallway, glossy medals that have been mounted throughout the years shimmering in the corner of your eye. you couldn't care less.
jake kicked the door shut behind him, lips still planted firmly on yours, and throws you down on the bed, wasting no time before climbing above you.
he almost rips off his own shirt, chiseled chest revealing itself as the black tee finds itself somewhere on the ground. his hand travels โ teasingly โ down his stomach, index fingers tracing his happy trail with a smirk before quickly working to unbutton his jeans.
his calvin klein boxers look uncomfortably tight, tented and strained. he palms himself sloooowly, bottom lip trapped under his teeth as he eyes you dangerously.
"jake," you whine, "stop with that look."
"hmm? what look, baby?"
you sit up and look up at him. your fingers ghost over his thighs and hook on the waistband, your eyes locked on him. he falters. you pull the boxers down and his aching cock springs free.
"f- fuck.."
you stroke him with devastating gentleness, only letting go to pull your own pants down.
jake scrambles to stop you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, breath warm on your forehead and eyelids.
"let me."
his free hand moves down to fiddle with your shorts. you help by squirming around and kicking the denim off your ankles.
now, both of your were fully bare. jake's breath audibly hitched.
"fuck, you're so.. beautiful," he says. you blink and the look in his eyes had shifted. the softness they had held before was replaced with something hungrier. the lines in his face deepened and his brows creased.
"gorgeous.." he mutters before losing all control.
his hands fly to your hips, dick heavy and slick with precum on your clit. he rubbed the sensitive bud with the underside of his shaft for a bit before grasping the base and nudging the head to your entrance.
he slides in with one smooth thrust, bottoming out and burying himself to the hilt with a shuddering gasp. a moan ripped through you, back flying off the bed as your walls molded to accommodate him.
"j- jake!"
he doesn't give you a chance to adjust before setting a brutal pace. the headboard knocked against the wall with every thrust.
"nngh, shit-"
he hooks your legs over his shoulders, the new position allowing him to constantly hit the gummy spot that makes you see stars.
"mmph-!"
"that's it, baby.." he breathes in your ear. "let me hear you."
"i'm so-"
"i know, i know.. cmon, cum for me."
the rasp in his voice, the perfect rhythm of his hips that projected his anger.. it all made you dizzy with pleasure. you cum with a sharp yelp, liquid spewing all over the mattress and your connected bodies.
jake gasps. "shit, yn, did you just- fuck.."
his pace speeds up, his own release creeping up on him.
"where- where do you want me?"
you somehow manage a reply, even through your overwhelming haze of pleasure. "inside. please, jake, inside-"
he cums without letting you finish the sentence.
"mmh- fuck!"
he twitches in you, seed spilling with ridiculous volume and filling you up perfectly. he stays buried for a few seconds before pulling out.
a thick glob of his cum trickles out of you and onto the mattress. he groans at the sight, fingers pushing it back into your already overstimulated hole.
"take it, mama. need a new generation of little drivers."
an: i am the biggest slut for jake i'm not joking bruh
โ โ โโ โ โยฉ piercedjake may 2026 โโ โหโก
