⧼ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ʙᴏʏ?⧽ ─── 박종성
jay is annoying with his expensive outfits, large crowds that follow him wherever he goes and that stupid perfect smile that always paints his face. little did you know that he's completely at your mercy and is willing to do absolutely everything to please you, especially when he's under you.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: richkid!jay x fem!reader
SMUT, he's down bad, service bottom / switch jay , he's bratty, reader is kind of a switch/but more dom leaning in this, blowjob, lots of teasing, swearing, begging, "pretty boy", "good boy", unprotected sex (don't unless you're sterile and tested!), cowgirl, little bit of tiddie sucking, birthday sex, lowkey degration (he's into it), slight hate fucking from readers side, university au!, not proofread (4.1k words)
park jongseong is fucking infuriating.
as much as you don't wish to admit it, he gets under your skin. the picture perfect boy, living in the big mansion that his oh so perfect family owns. apparently they even have a massive hand painted family portrait in the entry hall.
wherever he goes, the crowd follows. girl and boys, no matter who it is, they all cling to him as if he hung the fucking moon. you don't understand it, the parties he throws seem to be ordinary, he's not particularly interesting besides his parents money. yet he still lingers in the back of your mind, deeply hidden from the rest of the world, but still there.
you sit a few rows above him, boring lecture only acting as background noise. in disbelief you watch the swarm of people staring at the proclaimed golden boy, who is only taking notes.
"wow jay your handwriting is so nice!" one girl exclaims.
"shhh, you're distracting him!" shoots back another.
you scoff in disbelief. everyone has gotten fucking insane.
thankfully, as if your professor knew of your suffering, he briefly concludes the last few slides and released you into freedom. while the loyal jay solar system stays close to their sun, you squeeze past them, feeling the freedom of the end of classes.
moving through the masses you pick up some fellow students exited mutters. "yea it's gonna be insane tomorrow. he hasn't been announced anything!"
you almost stop paying attention when another drops the news.
"i mean it's jays fucking birthday, it's bound to be something."
oh god. hell awaits you tomorrow.
if people have been annoying any other day, they will be fucking insufferable tomorrow.
for a second you think of simply not showing up, but then again, you refuse to let this random man affect your studies. this has to fucking stop.
in the end, you should've just stayed at home. the halls were filled with people carrying homemade cakes, birthday cards signed by the entire university being handed around so that not a single person will be left out.
"y/n! come sign real quick." a girl you've never met in your life practically screams and shoves the card into your face.
carefully, you push the card towards her again. "no thanks, him and i don't know each other."
"come onnnn", she whines. "it's jay, everybody knows jay."
that earns her a scoff from you. "well i doubt he'll miss my signature then. he'll be just fine." and with that you move past her. it's honestly baffling to you how people still act like this in university. one would think you'd all be past the idolisation of random people at this age.
a mere 24 hours later tough, despite all the odds, you find yourself within the holy walls of residence of the golden boy.
you had been curious, you can't lie. the invitation had mysteriously found its way into your bag, a fucking qr code staring back at you.
please scan to confirm your attendance.
what did you have to lose? confirm that he's just like the other rich kids and settle this once and far all?
you hadn't put much attention to your outfit, you didn't want to give him even the slightest suspicion of going for his sake.
the place was vibrating with energy and the bass of music. the entire university must be here, what was the need for confirmed attendance?
the plan had been to lay low, observe, confirm your suspicions and disappear again. but jay's eyes had been fucking everywhere. you couldn't even make your way through the first floor without his eyes meeting yours all across the, way too big, room.
next thing you knew, you were locked into his bedroom with him. truly, you don't even remember it happen. there had been a tug on your hand up the stairs, him guiding you through the masses of students, jealous eyes staring at you in disbelief.
something inside of you had snapped the moment you heard the door click, you couldn't believe him.
"the fuck do you think you're doing?" you almost screamed at him and you yourself were surprised at your rage.
jay was fiddling with his hands in front of his chest, broad shoulders shaking with his uneven breath. his mouth opened and closed. opened. closed.
"speak!"
he sighed, eyes darting around the room and you don't miss how his eyes lingered in the corner. you turned your head. the bed. the motherfucker was staring at the fucking bed,
you scoff, grabbing his arm and dragging him across the room. his knees hit the expensive wooden frame, causing him to fall back against the abundance of pillows.
"someone fucking fluffed those up for you before your guest came, didn't they?" you mutter as you straddle him.
as if he wasn't flustered enough, your words flicked a switch in his brain and he only managed a weak nod in response.
"you're so fucking spoiled." you practically spat at him.
and in response he whines. he fucking whines underneath you.
"y/n you're so mean to me." he pouts and it's the most pathetic thing you've ever seen.
"why, because i don't fucking fawn over you when you simply breathe?"
his hands twitch, aching to touch you but he knows you'll just slap them away.
"you never even looked at me. you never went to any of my parties. i've been trying to get your attention since the beginning." he breathes, eyes low lidded and hazy.
you coo, "awww, poor baby. couldn't buy my attention, how mean of me." a fake pout forming on your face.
jay trashes around, hair messily splayed over the pillow. desperate whines keep bubbling out of him, you make him so fucking insane.
"please." he mumbles, head lulled to the side, soft pillow muffling his voice.
"hm?" you question. "please what?"
he scoffs, "let me touch you, feel you. my god anything please, please just let me be inside of you."
and there it finally was.
for a moment you only stared at him, his eyes darting around the room, looking anywhere but your face.
he didn't know what he expected for an answer. a witty comeback, a teasing question maybe. but what he didn't expect, was you just full on laughing at him.
"you think", you manage to get out between giggles "you think that's all it takes for you to get what you want? say pretty please and i jump at you command?"
all jay can do is look at you with wide eyes, but it's not out of hurt. no. he's so fucking horny right now.
"please." he chokes out, rapidly blinking up at you. "please y/n i promise i'll make you feel good."
"hmmmm, what to do what to do..." you say with a roll of your hips against his. he hisses, sensitive cock throbbing underneath his tailored slacks.
"fuck, don't tease me i'll fucking cum in my pants."
the moment those words leave his mouth, he immediately starts to regret them. especially when he noticed the sparkle in your eyes.
"oh how awful." you pout down at him, index finger slowly slipping underneath his shirt and trailing down his torso.
you felt each and every abdomen muscle flex under your touch as his breathing starts getting heavier and heavier. but what really gets you is the sight of him when your eyes dart back to his face.
his jaw slack, eyes fixated on your fingertip: the man was utterly at your mercy.
a small chuckle leave you and you lean in to hover over his face, fingertips still ghosting over his skin.
"so responsive, hm?" you whisper in his ear and he shudders at your closeness.
with dreadful slowness your fingers travel down his abdomen, tracing every rig of his toned body.
jays eyes travel down and you grab his face. "nu-uh." you tut, index finger softly caressing the line of his jaw. "eyes on me, pretty boy."
you don't quite know where this part of you is coming from. before today, you would've imagined yourself to be in his position, not the opposite. but you refuse to give him power over you right now, not after him acting like a spoiled brat, despite the fact he showed off only for you to notice him.
after excruciating seconds, your hand started playing with the waistband of his boxers, careful fingers slipping beneath it. his hips buck involuntarily and he sighs out of frustration of his erection being exposed to the cool air.
ever so slowly you move your along the elastic band, other hand pulling his slacks down and inching closer to his throbbing cock. the sound of his frantic breathing music in to ears. but you refuse to give in this easily and make the band suddenly snap back against his skin.
a strangled moan escapes him and his eyes close shut, brows furrows. "fuck, please y/n."
"who knew you could beg this sweetly?"
"could've shown you ages ago baby, you never fucking looked at me though."
you smile at his witty remarks, despite his already fucked out state.
"can't have the birthday boy wait much longer then can't i?".
he frantically starts nodding; god he's absolutely pathetic and it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.
your lips replace your fingers along his waistband, teeth nipping at his skin. he twitches in response and you press his hips back to the mattress. "stay. or i'll stop."
his hands fist the sheets and he throws his head backs in frustration.
you start placing open mouthed kisses all over his boxers, careful to avoid where he wants you most. though that doesn't stop you from "accidentally" nudging his cock with your nose through.
"oopsie." you giggle, placing a kiss on the spot and he hisses.
"please, i need your mouth on me so fucking bad." his voice is raspy, filled with need and desperation.
you're not letting him get his wishes that easily though.
with one smooth motion, you lick his length from base to top, teeth grazing the fabric. you feel his legs flex, but he refrains from moving much.
"hmmm, good boy." you praise, pressing another kiss to his clothed tip.
he jerks again at the petname and you notice the faint red staining his cheeks.
"awwww, pretty boy blushes at the slightest form of praise."
your words only intensify his embarrassment, one hand covering his face, one that you instantly remove.
"absolutely not. you've been acting like an attention whore all along, you don't get to hide now."
he scoffs, little high pitched noise bubbling out of his throat. if he wants to play brat you just have to put him back into his place.
not giving him time to fix his attitude your teeth are on him, but not nipping at his skin. no, your teeth sink into the sensitive flesh of his, still clothed, tip.
tortured moans fill the room, his hands flying down to swat your head away.
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, please- ngh, i'll be nice now i promise."
you take his hand into his, intertwining his long fingers with yours.
"mhm, you better." you murmur back, as you free his cock from his precum stained boxers. the cool air made him hiss, head thrown back in both pleasure and pain.
slowly, you wrap your free hand around the base of his length, gliding it up at down at an almost cruelly slow place.
the moans that spill out of him were almost pornographic, low guttural ones mixing with high pitched whines.
deciding that he's suffered enough you start kitty licking around his tip, swirling your tongue around it.
his hips buck and he immediately whines. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry you just make me feel so fucking good."
you place him fully in your mouth, humming softly at his pleas. he tugs at your still intertwined hand and you squeeze back, reminding him that you're the only in control.
it doesn't take much for jay to get close, a few bobs of your head, not even having to take him down your throat and he's panting like a dog.
"fuck, fuck y/n please, can i cum? please i want to come so fucking bad." you couldn't help a giggle escape you, the vibrations only making him moan back at you even louder.
you pick up the pace, hand squeezing the base of his cock your mouth hasn't reached yet.
his moans turn into full on squeaks, head moving from left to right, legs twitched besides you.
"i'm gonna cum, fuck." he breathes, as his torso curved forwards, eyes forced shut and mouth wide open. he squeezed your intertwined hands so tightly you were sure all circulation was cut off for a second.
warm liquid filled your mouth and he slumped back onto the mattress, taking deep breaths to recover from his high.
"you're fucking insane, you want me to fucking die." he murmurs, eyes locking with yours.
sitting upright again, making sure he sees you swallow all of his release as you fix your hair. "someone's got to put you in your place eventually." you smile back at him sweetly.
"don't stop now then."
you cock your head at his words.
"touch me again, i'll do whatever you want from me." he rasps, not a single trace of uncertainty on his face.
"you have a crowd of people downstairs, desperate for your attention. meanwhile you're begging for a simple touch, don't you think that's a little pathetic of you?"
"i don't fucking care about them." he spats out. "i'll send them home for all i care. heck, i'd let you do this in front of them all. let them see you're all i want."
your heart stutters a little at that confession. until now this was teasing, pushing some boundaries, but you're starting to truly believe he was serious.
" 's that so? what a sweetheart you are, park."
"you fucking ruined me." he continues. "you're on my mind all the time, i can't focus on anything. nothing matters as much as being around you."
you scoff. "what happened to just talking to me. we've never exchanged a single word until today."
"i was scared, okay?" his eyes dart away from yours. "i'm not used go people not wanting to be in my vicinity. i thought you hated me."
a wave of emotion hit you, one that you couldn't quite place. sure, you avoided him because you were annoyed at this golden boy status, but you did assume things before actually having had a proper conversation with him.
"i never hated you." you whisper back.
he scoffs, "well you weren't quite fond of me."
"true, but i was more annoyed and irritated than anything else."
to that he only hums. his hands fidget and you hesitate for a moment before taking them into yours. you don't say anything and simply put them on your hips.
"if i'd hate you that much would i get you a birthday present?"
"huh?" jay looks at you, utterly confused and before he knew it he witnessed you removing your top.
"never seen tits before?" you chuckle at him — he looked like he'd just seen a unicorn walk into the room.
"no, i mean yes...uh, not yours tho." as soon as his words left him he cringed at himself. "gosh i sound pathetic."
not in your wildest dreams would you've imagined having your tits be this intriguing, let alone to jay.
"mhm, maybe a little. its cute though."
his head shot up at that and you laugh.
"you're so eager for praise, don't u get enough as is?" you tease.
"this is my first time getting it from you," he mumbled, "cut me some slack."
your hands travel up his torso, tracing little shapes and roaming mindlessly. " gonna let me have some fun with you? what'ya think about that?"
jay only manages a nod and you don't fail to notice the now faster moving rise and fall of his chest.
"well, get naked then park."
in record time jay tugs off his shirt, carelessly throwing it around the room. there flies a random 400 dollar shirt.
"you don't take care of your stuff well do you?"
he props himself up by his elbows, "not when i have to take care of you first."
you raise your brow at that, eyes slightly squinting down at the man looking up at you as if you were on ocean in the sahara and he's been wandering for weeks to find it.
"you sure you're not all talk, park?"
a sly smile spreads on his face. "feel free to punish me if you're not satisfied" he shoots back.
game on.
jay's eyes never left yours when you removed the rest of your clothes and you don't miss the swallow after he saw the pretty white panties you wore, eyes following it flying towards his previously discarded slacks.
"real price is here." you mutter, taking his chin into your hand to make him look at you again.
jay didn't know where to look first. having you completely bare on top of him seemed to have fried the last remaining braincells he had. up and down his eyes flickered, from face to tits to pussy.
"jesus christ you're gorgeous." he says, voice so breathless it almost sounded comical.
you hum, positioning your hips right above his.
with excruciating slowness you lower yourself, carefully watching how he switches from low lidded, lust filled to screwed shut eyes and sharp hisses.
"fuck, fuck more please." he chokes out and you pause, only halfway down his length. giving him what he wants easily was not on your list.
you reach your hand down, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock and squeezing. and my god; the sounds that spilled out of him were heavenly.
"please, oh my god don't tease me i'll be so good i promise," he rasps, looking up with you with glassy eyes. cute.
hand moving away from his cock, you place it against his stomach, spreading yourself as you continue to glide down on him.
"jesus you're so wet, you're so fucking perfect oh my god."
you chuckle. you don't even need to speak and he's babbling.
"pussy got you talking sweet to me, huh?" you tease and he whines.
"just don't want you to stop, please don't stop."
deciding you won't torture him much longer you drop your hips with one quick motion and you both gasp. you underestimated just how deep he'll be inside you now.
you had to take a few deep breaths, writhing jay underneath you absolutely losing his mind at the feeling of being hugged by your gummy walls.
"holy shit, move," he pleads, "please, please move i'm gonna go insane."
you slowly start rolling your hips. god did he feel good inside of you. you've heard people praise this man into the ground but surprisingly never heard much of his sex life and his performance. even if, you doubt that they could've prepared you just how feel he fits inside of you.
"come on", he chokes out between gritted teeth, "make yourself feel good on me, use me."
you throw your head back, hand gripping onto his shoulders. his hips buck up to meet the circling of your hips and you gasp, walls clenching around him.
"fuck, you're so fucking pretty angel. can't believe you're letting me see you like this."
one would think jay has met god in person and to him it feels like it. you're his god now, he's willing to devote his entire life to worshipping you.
" 'm never letting anyone have you again. say you're mine now."
you laugh breathlessly. "is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend, park?"
"if you rather me asking when i'm not balls deep inside you i'll take you on the best date of your fucking life tomorrow, pretty" he shoots back.
"gonna show you that these fucking losers you've been giving chances could never love and spoil you like i did." sharp pain interrupts on your hips as he digs his fingertips into the plush flesh.
"i got so fucking annoyed at that girl who played you. fucking loser, just like that guy who forgot the right time of your first fucking date."
he remembered. he remembered them all; and you didn't quite know how to feel. your heart swells as your walls clench around him again.
"should've just fucking talked to me then," you manage to moan out. "could've been yours since the moment you wanted."
at your words he pulled your hips down even closer against his, his cock hitting your sweet spot just right and you gasp, falling forwards. encouraged at your reaction, he pushes you back upright again, hips snapping upwards at a relentless pace.
high pitched, almost squeaky moans spill out of you, hands gripping onto anything that could offer some stability. but jay hasn't had enough, he needs you as desperate for him as he is for you. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tiny calculated circles on it.
"fuck, jay holy shit oh my god, don't fucking stop."
"not so cocky anymore, huh princess?"
you laugh, "fuck you. you're not any better."
"gotta get an answer out of you don't i?"
"yes", you whine "yes i'll be yours, fuck, oh my god you're so big."
his ego boosted and he sits up slightly, lips wrapping around you nipple, giving it a few sucks. you moan in response, back arching forwards as he kitten licks around it before moving to the other.
" 'm so close." your voice barely even noticeable.
he hums, mouth still on your breast before releasing it with a small pop. "let yourself go pretty, hm? make a mess on my cock, come on."
your hips now match his frantic movement, the pressure of his finger against your clit, cock drilling into you, almost making you see stars.
jay is as much of a mess as you are, hair stuck to his forehead, pupils blown wide and fixated on your pussy.
"jay-"
"i know, pretty, me too."
without thinking you fall forwards, lips crashing into his. he gasps, hands moving from your hips to your waist to pull you closer. it was barely considered kissing or making out, the two of you were practically devouring each other alive. tongues clashed in fight for dominance, both of you too stubborn to back down and admit defeat.
two more thrusts and you feel the warmth in your stomach drop, thighs clenching and pussy swallowing his cock. white coats your vision and you go limb as you feel jay stiffen up underneath you, a mix of groans and whines filling your ears.
you feel his heart beating through his chest, messy rhythm matching yours. two large hands find your waist as he starts dragging his fingertip up and down your sides, involuntarily tickling you.
"you're so fucking cute." he mumbles sleepily as you try and doge his touch.
your eyes meet his, heart stuttering at his fixated gaze on you.
"you're not too bad yourself i guess," and he laughs, hips bucking up, cock still burrowed deep inside you, nudging your sweet spot for a second.
involuntary you squeak in surprise, slapping his chest lightly and squeezing his cock with your walls in response. he moans back, wide smile spreading on his face.
"feisty girl you are." he beams, connecting your lips with his. this time it's not as fiery, no clashing of teeth and messy tongues. no, it was gentle and deliberate.
lips still connected, you rolled you on your side, cock slipping out of you and you gasp at the emptiness. you gasp instantly swallowed by him he deepened the kiss, one hand leaving your waist to softly cup your cheek.
"you still standing with the answer you gave earlier?" he whispers against your lips and you hum.
"nu-uh," he pulls back and you whine, "use your words."
you squint at him, "don't you use my words against me, park."
at that he only laughs, pressing a few kisses on your cheeks. "forgive me, but i can't have you thinking i'll let you be in control all the time."
"oh please," you scoff, "you were literally begging for me a few minutes ago."
"and i'll do it again, but next i'll have you begging baby."
he smiles and for a moment you forgot how you hadn't been charmed by him the moment you saw him.
"let's see if you're not all talk then, birthday boy. make a wish."
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