#jay suggestive

You pressed play, “oh! Okey, this is the first one.”

“Ah I see… so a person kissing another person on the neck?” He nodded, now understanding. “You want me to rank it? Hm… it’s kinda awkward-“

He was cut off by a kiss on his neck.

Heat crawled up his neck almost immediately. And rushed somewhere else.

You blinked at him with a mischievous grin. “Now you give it a rank.”

“Oh- ah-“ he began to stammer. “Uhm-“ he reached out to the display, “ah- hm…” he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. “Baby! You have to decide quickly!”

“Okey… where do I click?” He muttered under his breath. “The number you chose! Have you never used a TikTok filter-“ you were about to rant about your boyfriend being too offline.

But then he clicked on the 5. Your eyes widened in surprise, “what?? Only a 5??”

“Well, I think there will be other types that are better. I’m saving the best ranking for them.”

Typical. Always thinking so logically. So Jay.

“What’s this?” He squinted his eyes to make sense of the image.

“It’s a kiss on the ear.” You follow with a kiss on the shell of his ear. The redness of his ears that had appeared before deepened even more.

He nodded firmly. Without a comment, he clicked on the number 6.

“What??” You breathed out. How could he??

A kiss on the forehead.

You took his head in your hands and tilted it down to you. Your soft lips on his forehead sent warmth throughout his whole body.

He tilted his head to side, taking the ranking very seriously all of the sudden. “This one…”

“An 8??” Now you were getting offended. You needed to step up your game.

You took his larger hand in your smaller ones, kissing it with all the love you could gather.

Only for it to receive a 10. “Jay?!”

You smacked a loving kiss on his soft, reddish and cute cheek. He pursed his lips, suppressing a smile which you didn’t seem to notice. “That’s… okey.”

“only a 7?? Baby!” He shrugged his shoulders, feigning innocence. “You haven’t really shown a good performance yet…”

“Oh! Now I will show it you!” You let out a tsk.

Spiderkiss.

“Yeah okey that’s hard to recreate-“ His eyebrows raised in surprise. “Eng?”

You moved behind him on the couch and stood on it. You took his face in your hands, he tilted it backwards.

Then you crouched down a bit to reach his lips, kissing them upside down. He let out a surprised sound. His hand reach out over his shoulder for your thigh, squeezing it lovingly.

He thought it would be a small peck. When he wanted to pull away, you quickly tightened your grasp on his face and pulled him back.

Only to slide your tongue in his mouth.

You weren’t sure if Spider-Man did all that. But you had to prove a point.

His hand tightened around your thigh, your tongues meeting each other.

Satisfied, you pulled away with a cheeky smile.

“Okey, how do you wanna rank this one, Mr. Park?”

Your cheekiness was disturbed by a yelp when he pulled you in his lap. He nuzzled his face in the back of your neck, humming as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“This one… was interesting.” He murmured as he rested his chin on your shoulder to look at the phonescreen.

“4. Not very practical for everyday use.”

You scoffed, “everyday use?”

He tapped the number 4.

Nose kiss. You turned to face him, pressing your nose against his as you rubbed yours. You always did this one with him. There’s no way he doesn’t like-

9.

Before you could even react to his diabolical ranking, the next image appeared.

“Oh my god…” He sighed dramatically.

You began to giggle.

“No. No. No.” His arms tightened around you even more, preventing you from getting up.

“You’re NOT going to kiss my feet.”

“Why not?” You giggled even more, squirming in his lap to loosen his hold. Your hands struggled against his firm forearms. Of course, it was a useless attempt on your part.

“You kiss mine all the time~”

Obviously, you were over exaggerating, but not telling a lie. He did kiss them. After all, he kissed every part of your body. Not in a weird, perverted way but definitely in an affectionate, romantic way.

When he massaged them for you, when you wanted to annoy him by pushing your feet against his face, or when he had your ankles resting on his shoulders during sex-

“Yeah, that’s because you’re my princess, my queen. I won’t allow you to do the same. You will never kiss someone’s feet. Even if they’re mine.”

Your heart melted. “Awww, jjongie~” You pout, pecking his lips. “You’re so cute.” You squeezed his cheeks in cuteness agression and rubbed your face against his. “I wanna bite you.”

“Yeah, no. Absolutely not.” He tried to lean away, his face scrunching up before the attack even began. “Stop this now.” He scolded.

Too late, you were already gnawing on his cheek like a baby. Or as if he was the baby.

“Okey, stop. Immediately. Baby, no.” You ignored him.

Nyam. Nyam. Nyam.

“Baby. No. We don’t bite humans.” He managed to pry you off his face. Your bite mark lightly adorned his now saliva traced cheek. The spot was red from the affectionate assault.

You squeezed his cheeks even more, deliberately ignoring his words. “My jjongie baby is the cutest, sweetest, most handsome baby on this planet.”

“Yeah, yeah. I think you’re the baby.” He shook his head, acting as if he was annoyed. He nodded towards your phone. “Don’t you wanna finish this?”

Right. You turned back to the phone. “You have to tell me your ranking.”

He groaned. “No way, this should be a 10!”

You shrugged your shoulders, “that’s why you shouldn’t be so critical all the time. You wasted your ranking.”

“Put it on 3 then.” He rolled his eyes. You did as he told you.

“What’s that?” He squinted his eyes, struggling to see it from the distance.

“A butterfly kiss. You do it all the time.” This time you were not over exaggerating. You leaned closer. A smile spread across his face as he understood what you were about to do.

Your eyes met close enough to brush your eyelashes against each other’s, blinking them repeatedly. Instantly, you giggled at the ticklish feeling.

His heart swelled affectionately when he heard you giggle. His adoring, playful smile widened even more, his eyes twinkled with joy.

“This one is a 2.” He stated, a little smile adored his face even when you pulled away.

“The last one better be good.” He mumbled as you reached to tap on the phone again.

“A French kiss.” You announced.

“Ooh, la la~ mademoiselle.” He raised an eyebrow in a flirty way.

“Shut up.” You failed to suppress your smile, suddenly becoming all shy.

“What?” His eyes twinkled in amusement, “now you’re getting all shy?”

His hand firmly grasped your waist, as the other hold your cheek, guiding your lips to his. “Was waiting for this one.” He mumbled against them softly.

Your eyes fluttered shut when your lips met his. His tongue entered your mouth. Soon the living room filled with wet smacking sounds of two lovers eating each other out.

You whimpered when he pulled you closer and you felt his growing bulge against your thigh.

When you pulled away to gasp for air, your boyfriend immediately trailed hot, wet kisses along your jaw, down your throat and finally your cleavage, burying his face between your breasts as he marked your skin there.

“Jay!“ You gasped at the electric feeling pumping through your blood and, ultimately, between your legs.

He pushed one of your leg up and settled it on the other, so that you were straddling him now. Instinctively, you grinded down on him, whimpering and shaking already. Your hands automatically held onto his broad, firm chest.

His mouth clasped yours again, one hand guiding your head, the other helping you move your hips against him.

A low groan escaped him when your jelly tongues crashed into each other and moved together. Your clothed heat rutted perfectly against his hardened length underneath his sweatpants.

You whimpered again. The feeling of your tongues meeting and your hips rocking against his made you lightheaded. His fingers tightened their grip on you at the sound.

This time, he was the one who pulled away from the heated kiss. Your forehead rested against his as you panted heavily.

A thread of saliva connected both of your lips.

Just as he was about to stand up and carry you to the bedroom, you turned to the phone. “Oh my! I completely forgot!”

Jay closed his eyes momentarily. All he could think of right now was getting his dick wet, definitely not some TikTok challenge.

“Babe-“

You turned to show him the result, holding the phone in front of his flushed face.

“Look what you did! Your ranking is terrible!”

“Baby-“ he tried again. After all, you were still pressed against his hardened crotch.

“No!” You pouted, eyebrows furrowed—you were clearly offended and upset. “Why would you put a hand kiss in last place?? You kiss my hand all the time!! Don’t you like to do it?!”

“Baby. It was a ranking about what I like to receive. Not what I like to do.” He tried to soothe you with a calm voice.

“Does this mean you don’t like it when I kiss your neck?! Or your cheek? Your forehead? Your hand?? Or when I give you nose kisses?? I always give you nose kisses!!” You exclaimed. “This is unacceptable! You should’ve began your ranking starting with number one and should’ve just went down!”

Your frown deepened as you glared at the ranking as if it had deeply offended you. Which it had.

He took your phone away and tossed it to the side. He clasped your face with both of his hands, pulling your face closer to his.

His lips brushed against yours as he whispered softly: “Princess. I like them all. No, I love them. So much that they made me incredibly hard.”

Heat crawled up your neck. Only then did you really register his hard bulge throbbing against you. And the wetness pooling in between your own legs.

“Really?”

He nodded seriously, not wanting to make you feel small by laughing.

“Really.”

“Wh- which?”

A smirk spread across his face. He wanted to tease you so badly. Force you to form proper sentences like the big girl you are. But he decided to spare you—for now at least.

“You mean which one made me hard?”

You nodded, eyes big and glassy, cheeks flushed as his hands still held them.

“The first one.” He pulled you in for another kiss. “I love all of your kisses. They ruin me every time. And the neck kiss definitely stirred something up.” He murmured lovingly.

He then gently laid you on your back on the couch. Your legs opening in reflex to make room for him.

“Can we- can we do another one where you do it properly?” You actually meant to say where he ranks everything as number one. He hummed in agreement, knowing you too well.

You were truly his princess after all.

“And another one where I receive the kisses and do the ranking?”

He brushed your hair behind your ear. “Of course, princess.”

You sighed when he began to trail kisses along your neck. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he sucked at your sweet spot.

“But only after I’m done with you.” He murmured as he tugged at your shorts, pulling them down alongside your drenched panties.

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You guys have become the perfect couple. You do argue as it would be unnatural if you didn’t, but you work really well together and you couldn’t ask for a better partner. Unfortunately, some people don’t realize that he’s yours.

And that’s how you find yourself in the classy halls of a charity banquet the two of you are attending. You went to grab yourself a drink and speak to some old friends while Jay went to talk to some people on his own but now… now you’re standing at a table only half listening to ur best friend Aeri as you watch some random girl put her hands on your man

“Unless you found out how to grow daggers from your eyelashes, glaring across the room isn’t going to do anything” you hear Aeri say next to you

“She has about 2 seconds to step back before i yank those horrible extensions out of her scalp” you seethe.

Don’t get me wrong. You’re very secure in your relationship. You aren’t mad at Jay. It’s more of a respect thing for you. And this girl was not only disrespecting Jay’s personal space, she wasn’t respecting the fact that he’s your man

“Aeri i’ll be back” you say walking away

“I know you won’t. Just please wait to suck each others faces off until after the party” she calls after you.

You continue through the crowd, eyes trained on them waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

You sneak up behind Jay and wrap your arms around his waist resting your chin on his shoulder,

“Hi love” you hear Jay greet you as he reaches down and grabs your hands. In one swift motion he removes them from his waist and brings you next to him so he can rest his arms on your waist.

“Jia this is my lovely girlfriend y/n. I’m sure you know her” as Jay speaks your sharp gaze lands on the girl who is now shamelessly smirking at you.

“Well Jay i didn’t realize your girlfriend was so…” she begins to trail off but before she can even complete the insult you cut her off

“Don’t even go there Jia, i could have you kicked out of here within 5 seconds” you begin glaring at her “and whether i do or not doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t want you so now if you’ll excuse us.” You turn to Jay and immediately press your lips onto his

The kiss doesn’t last long as you are at a public event so when you pull away you barely spare Jia a glance before pulling Jay with you.

The two of you step into a more secluded hallway and before you can say anything Jay has you pressed against the wall as your lips connect into a passionate kiss. His hands securely around your waist while yours go up to play at the hairs on the back of his neck.

You pull away breathlessly leaning your forehead on his with a smile on your face.

“Thank you baby, she was annoying the shit out of me” Jay says softly with a slight smirk

“Had to save my damsel in distress” you giggle back. “I should really stop leaving you alone at events when you look this good” you say as you run your hand down his chest

“You could…” he starts “but i like when my little miss possessive comes out” he says as he begins to leave light kisses on your neck and face

“Don’t push me too hard love, i might make a scene” you say with light smirk

“Hmmm you promise?” He asks with a cheeky smile

You roll your eyes in response slapping his chest “Shut up. Let’s go home, i don’t want anyone else to look at you tonight i might snap someone’s neck” you say as you lean your head on his chest.

“Okay love, but we have to go in and say our goodbyes first” he says softly stroking your hair

“Do we have to…” you lightly whine

“Yes love we do” he chuckles “it’ll be fast don’t worry”

“Fine but let me do one thing first” you say as you bring your head to his neck. Before he can say anything you’re leaving light kisses down from his jaw until up find your favorite spot. You latch on and begin to suck a nice dark hickey into his skin feeling his grip on your hips tighten at the action

When you’re satisfied you pull away and admire your work before pecking his cheek “there” you say with a smile “now we can go back”

He looks at you with an unimpressed expression “you realize i have to say goodbye to my parents in there right”

All you do is shrug “we’ve done worse under their own roof i think you’ll be fine”

All he can do is sigh “i’m gonna marry you someday” he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you to his side as you go to re-enter the party

“Good cause I’m gonna marry you someday” you reply with a soft smile

Let’s just say Jays parents weren’t necessarily impressed but they let you off the hook for now

Haha you guys should stream So Close To What by Tate McRae

twenty minutes. jay had been waiting for twenty minutes yet sunghoon was nowhere to be found–which was uncanny considering how sunghoon was known to be punctual. jay sighed when he didn't pick up his call, again.

they were supposed to be attending a party later tonight but sunghoon decided to call jay early to try playing the videogame he got for him yesterday. essentially, jay agreed. reasons being simple—he wanted to check out the new game and, second being your presence.

park sunghoon had a little sister. both siblings clearly displaying how visuals run in their blood. it was no secret that you were stunning, so who was he to refuse sunghoon's offer when he gets to see you?

being the fashion prodigy he was, jay made sure to look his best clad in all black. ripped jeans with black t-shirt and black jacket, something so simple yet park jongseong made it look like it was the most fashionable set of clothing known to mankind.

the faint voice of chase atlantic playing from your room upstairs confirmed that you were home but, jay refrained from coming up to meet you in case sunghoon came back from his training. instead, he decided to get comfortable on the couch and put on a random movie. his legs rested on the small table in front of him, as he nibbled on a cookie he found in the kitchen, assuming it to be yours.

when he was finally getting invested in the romance of the movie's protagonists, his phone rang, caller id displaying sunghoon's name. jay picked it up hastily, “hoon? where have you been, dude?” he asked, trying hard not to sound frustrated.

“jay i'm so fucking sorry, our coach extended the practice sessions for our upcoming competition, something about beating their rival's kid?” he sighed. “so, the bottom-line is that i won't be home before ten which also means that i'll be missing the party.”

jay sighed, “nah, it's cool don't worry. so i'll leave then.”

“no, wait!” sunghoon exclaimed. “i know i'm asking a lot but could you please ask y/n to not go to the party? no one would be there to take care of her.” he said as if you were a little kid.

jay pondered for a second, a smirk settling down on his lips, “so you're asking me to babysit your sister?”

“when you put it that way—maybe? listen, i wouldn't have asked you had i not trusted you.” he tries to reason.

“well, in that case i'll try my best but you do know how hard headed your sister can get, right?” he tried to sound nonchalant.

a faint shout was heard before sunghoon said, “gotta go now, i trust you, jay.” he said before hanging up.

jay kept the phone in his pocket, looking up at your room with a glint in his eyes. he decided not to disturb your music session and wait downstairs instead. his head making scenarios a bit too filthy to actually come true, he sat down on the couch, his fingers tapping the armrest rhythmically which contrasted the sound of both—the television and the music upstairs.

he waited, knowing you'll be downstairs soon to leave for the party which you won't be able to go to. all he needs to figure out is how to get you to stay back. pondering for long wasn't an option since you were out of your room already, descending down the stairs with the satisfying sound of your heels clicking on the floor with each step you took.

“i'm leaving, hoon!” you walked towards the door, announcing your departure yet not once looking at the guy who sat on the couch. jay walked over to you, his big hands wrapping around your wrist to yank you back making you land straight into his arms.

you looked up at him, well knowing this isn't your previously ‘assumed’ brother. you were met with deep honey eyes boring straight into yours. a faint smirk etched on to his face and the smell of expensive perfume taking over your senses.

“park jay.” you amused, not stepping back, “what makes you come here?”

“you're not allowed to go to the party.” he nonchalantly let out, guiding you to the couch as he completely ignored your question.

“and who said so?”

“your dearest brother.” he stated, making you laugh.

“he asked you of all people to babysit me?” you arched your perfectly shaped eyebrow and he looked at you, shrugging.

“your brother won't be back before ten so you're stuck with me now, doll.”

“and what makes you think i'll stay back with you?” you challenged him as he took a step closer, “you have two minutes to convince me to stay, mr. park.”

“we'll play.” he stated, that being the first thought in his mind. you nodded, urging him to continue.

“never have i ever.” he finalised, grinning just in front of your face.

“you want me to stay back and play a high-school game with you?”

“oh trust me, it's going to be far more interesting than your party.”

“what's the point of playing it?” you asked.

“i just want to know your dirty secrets, sweetheart.” he smirked.

you stepped back, maintaining eye contact with him as your phone rang. you accepted it, ‘be ready, we're coming to pick you up.’ your ride for the day spoke but you stopped them.

“don't come. i'll be missing the party today.” with that, you cut the call, walking towards jay again.

“let's play, pretty boy.”

a few beer cans were placed on the table as you both opened one each, sitting down on the floor in front of each other–close enough for your legs to touch. your dress riding up enough to tempt jay further.

“you can start now, sweetheart.” jay urged.

you thought for a few seconds, your face morphing into that of a thinking one. clearing your throat, you started off with something simple. “never have i ever slept with someone who's name i didn't know.”

jay took a sip of his beer, admitting that he's been in that situation before. “seriously? dude, asking name is a basic manner.” you mocked out.

“correct so–what is your name, love?” he smoothly asked, maintaining eye contact.

you look away, muttering a small ‘smooth’ before looking at him right in the eye, “what makes you think i'll sleep with you?”

he raised his brow, not answering the question.

“never have i ever had a wet dream about someone in this room.” he said, wetting his lips.

“you're lying.” you spoke just as he finished his sentence.

“and what if i am?” he challenged.

you simply picked up your beer can and took a sip, making his eyes widen just a fraction, looking at you with a gaze that screamed–bold, i love that.

you didn't give him a chance to retort to that. it was clear in the air, the sexual tension. how you both had so much to say, even more to do yet you refrained from doing so just yet.

“never have i ever wanted to fuck my best friend's sister.” you said, making the corner of his mouth quirk up.

“you're a smart one, aren't you?”

regardless, he took a big gulps of his drink, maintaining the eye contact, finishing his can in a go. you were in a trance, not willing to look away from the scene.

the need to break the rules, to do something which was clearly against the rules kept growing per second. sunghoon had been very clear about the rules since the first day he invited his friends home.

“my sister is completely off limits.” he had stated once, that was enough for you all to understand that he wasn't kidding here. his voice was firm, disobeying him would lead to bad consequences.

all those warnings yet jay was one step away from breaking the rules, the alcohol adding to his bravery. it also reminded him of the time where another one of his friend broke the rule.

so he spoke up.

“never have i ever madeout with jake at a party.” jay spoke, making you laugh.

“now you're being too obvious!” you said midway laughing. “he was drunk, i was drunk. he wanted to kiss and i let him do that. he probably doesn't even remember it.” you shrugged, drinking your beer.

“that's not the point, love.” he said, grabbing your chin, “you were staring at me the entire time you kissed him. why? wanted me to kiss you instead?” his voice got an octave deeper, his hand on your thigh.

“and what if i did it to rile you up? i saw how you were staring back, wishing for it to be you instead of jake, hmm?” you bit your lip, suppressing your teasing smile.

“watch what you say, sweetheart.”

the proximity only increased further as you fully smirked now, moving to speak next.

“never have i ever kissed my brother's best friend.” you confessed. the statement being more of a challenge than a confession.

“we can change that now, princess.” he smirked, yanking you close to make you sit on his lap, your hands gripping his shoulder for support.

you gulped down as he placed his big hand on your waist, tilting his head. his lips merely inches away from yours. you could smell the sheer fragrance of the beer he had been drinking.

“show me what you want.”

you leaned over, pressing your lips against his in an experimental kiss. your head was clouded with the judgement of lust and within a second, the kiss was broken.

you both stared for a second before jay brought you back in a kiss, this time the action being more fervent. his lips felt chapped against yours, creating the best possible friction for you. jay pulled you closer by the waist, his other hand on your nape to guide the kiss.

your lips parting to taste his urgency, his fingers carding in your hair as the kiss grew passionate. suddenly, jay's lap felt like the most comfortable place to have ever existed. he kissed you like a sinner, for he had finally broken the rules.

between the heated kiss and the heavy breaths, you both forgot the existence of your game. you groaned against his lips, pushing your hips further down his lap to create any sort of friction, the few sips of beer giving you enough liquor courage to act upon your thoughts.

jay broke the kiss, running his thumb on your lip with a smirk, “now you have.” he said, smiling smugly at you.

you breathed out, “not enough.” grabbing his collar, you pulled him back into the kiss, your dress riding up as he placed his hand on your ass, kneading the flesh harshly. your lips moulded into each others, devouring it hungrily before parting again to catch your breath.

he pecked your lips and your jaw before moving down to kiss your neck, nipping and sucking at it before placing more soft kisses on them. you tilted your head to give him more access, his fingers tugged at your hair to create more way the masterpiece he was painting on your neck.

“jay–” you breathed out, now grinding on his clothed member fully, wanting more than just kisses.

“yes? what does my doll want?” he asked in between kisses, his hands going up and down your sides, wanting to touch every inch of your skin to ruin you.

“more–want more.”

“aren't you getting too greedy now, hmm?” he picked you up, settling down on the couch just behind him with you sitting on his lap. he shifted your position so that you sat on his thigh. your whole body reacted to it, the flimsy underwear doing nothing to help your case.

“show me how needy you are.” he ordered you. stare intense and hence you decided to put on a show.

biting your lips, you seductively removed your dress while he leaned back, looking at you with an impressed smirk.

his dick twitched in his pants seeing your body, each curve seeming perfection to him. with a devious smile, you started moving on his muscular thigh, your boobs bouncing slightly with the movement giving him a full show.

jay gripped your ass, urging you to speed up, his dark eyes staring right in yours. you whined at the friction, your clit sensitive already. it elicited a moan out of you, making jay look at you lust filled eyes. your voice sounding like the prettiest thing he's ever heard.

at this point, jay was restraining himself from grabbing your hair and controlling each movement of yours. it stopped as you teasing ran your hand over his hard on, his jeans restraining it. you were impatient, seeing the impressive outline of his dick from the tight jeans he was wearing made you wetter than you already were.

without second thoughts, you kissed jay harshly before getting down on your knees, fully rubbing your hand on his dick. you bit your lip, looking up at him while unzipping his jeans, making sure to remove his boxers along with it.

your mouth watered at the sight of his dick, precum dripping down his shaft. jay put your hair in a makeshift ponytail, silently ordering you to start sucking him. you looked up at him with doe eyes, kissing the head and moving down to place small kisses all over his now fully hardened cock.

“oh, fuck.” he groaned as you took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue and holding the base in your hand. your head bobbed up and down as jay cursed even more.

“now this is a view i'll never get tired of.”

he watched how you struggled to take all of him in, pumping the base as you hollowed your cheeks to create more pressure. that was the last straw for him. he kneaded his fingers through your hair to hold you in a place as he fucked your throat, making you cry around his girth.

“fuck, look at you taking me in like a good slut.” he spoke out, his deep baritone causing you to moan around his length.

you had a fair share number of guys who had throat fucked you yet no one was as rough as jay. you felt his cock throbbing on your tongue, eager for its release.

“you'll drink my cum like the good slut you are, understood?” he ordered, panting heavily as he felt his orgasm approaching. you tried to nod around him but failed. within seconds he was cumming in your mouth–the warm liquid travelling down your throat. you gulped it down, taking out your tongue to show him how you didn't leave a single drop.

“such an obedient little pup, can't wait to tie you up.” he breathed out.

standing up, you went close to his ear saying, “you can tie me up.” he looked at you with hungry eyes.

“my bedroom.” you extended your hand for him to hold.

yet he didn't. instead, he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his torso as he carried you upstairs. jay was strong and he loved to show his strength in general, just the mere thought of him using his strength on you got you excited.

you kissed and bit his neck teasingly as he finally reached your room, throwing you on the bed.

“where is it?” he asked.

“bed table, second drawer.” you told.

he swiftly took it out, his fingertips feeling the cool metal of the handcuffs. “stop me if it gets too much.” he said before climbing on the bed, removing his jacket and shirt, revealing his perfect torso which automatically drew your hands to him.

he forcefully pushed you down, gathering your hands above your head, “did i give you the permission to touch, doll?” he asked while cuffing your hands together.

you whimpered out a ‘no’ and he nodded, admiring how obedient you were being under him. jay held your cuffed hands up, placing wet kisses down your boobs, sucking on them harsh enough to make you squirm.

after paying a little attention to your upper body, he trailed his kisses down your waist and to your still clothed pussy. his patience kept running thin so he tore your underwear apart. you gasped as he wasted no time in attaching his lips down your pussy, lapping at the juices hungrily.

he slipped his hands under your knees to open your legs wider, he was amused seeing how wet you were for him, like your pussy was begging to be serenaded by him.

he licked another stripe, his tongue flat against you. it made you moan again and jay smirked with satisfaction. he closed his eyes, tasting you around his tongue, devouring his meal.

“so fucking good.” his tongue began to dart in and out of your pussy at a faster pace. his grip on your thighs tightened and your toes curled feeling a familiar knot building in your lower abdomen.

“oh–oh i can't–” you tried to form sentences yet failed, muttering out enough for jay to know you were close.

he didn't stop, his tongue only reaching deeper down you as he groaned there, sending shivers down your body, his thumb lazily toying with your clit. your legs started shaking which made jay go faster for you to orgasm and so you did. he lapped at the mess you made, licking it up like it's the elixir to life.

you were a whimpering mess, body shaking and your whole makeup ruined by now yet you looked attractive in jay's eyes. he collected the remnants of your cum on his fingers, pushing himself up on one hand to bring it closer to your mouth.

“open up.” he said and you did, sucking and swirling your tongue around his two digits with the sweetest eye stare you could muster despite your eyes being watery.

the sight made jay hard yet again, he wasn't done with you, not so fast. not when he knew he wouldn't get this chance again. sunghoon had trusted him with you, thinking that he'll be good to you. of course jay was being good to you, but not in the ways sunghoon would appreciate but in the ways only you would love.

jay knew sunghoon would be back soon, he just had to be quick with you now, his hardened dick just wanted to be inside you, reaching the depths no one has ever reached before. you spoke up, bringing him back to the present.

“jay, more!” you cried out, wanting more than just his mouth.

as much as jay wanted to be in you, the desires of ruining you step by step were higher. you were just coming down from your high when jay's hand went back to your folds, this time not just to rub circles.

he traced your folds, your already sensitive self making you shiver up at the touch. his pace being agonisingly slow in contrast to his previous action as if he wanted to see you squirm around him, beg him.

“please!” you whimpered as his finger thrusted in your wet core, perfectly curling in to hit that one spot which had you seeing stars.

you bucked your hips up in hopes of getting more friction, “so needy.” he whispered. his finger reaching deep in you as he glided them in and out. you arched your back as he added another finger, curling it in a way it hit your g-spot making you whimper further.

you were wet enough for his fingers to make a squelching sound in you, making you clench around him as you chased your second orgasm for the night. jay was focused on your cunt, on how your body reacted so much with just his fingers being in you.

it was clear how much you wanted to grip the sheets yet your cuffs prevented you from doing so, squirming around being the only option left for you.

“i'm gonna cum!” your legs shook as you clenched harder around his fingers. your back arched yet again as you came over his fingers, jay looking at you with a satisfactory smirk.

a stray tear rolled down your eye, which jay collected on his thumb, tasting it with a hum. “poor doll is frustrated.” he sneered.

moving on to the final base, he uncuffed your hands, a sigh leaving your mouth. your brain was a putty and so was your body, a puddle in his hands. he captured your lips in a kiss yet again, making you close your eyes as you tugged on his soft hair.

again, your desire to have his dick inside you won, making you act recklessly as you spoke out loud, continuing what had initially started your little one to one session.

“never have i ever fucked my brother's best friend, oh! fuck–”

jay rubbed your swollen pussy with his cock, making you mutter out another plea for it. without further teasing, jay pushed himself deep inside you, his cock penetrating your walls making you arch your back with pleasure.

that's all it was, a high-school game which you had been playing with the outmost zeal you had to offer, jay wasn't any less though, giving his all in here.

“fuck, doll. feel s–so good around my cock.” jay groaned out, feeling high just with a thrust. he loved how your body was reacting to his, shuddering with bliss yet it satisfied you when he took full control over you.

“jay, ah! so fucking good, mmh!” you weren't sure what words came out of mouth anymore and you didn't care, helplessly clenching around his length. he groaned again, this time near your ear as he supported his frame with his hands.

it was no secret that you were a mess, being overstimulated to the point where you couldn't even form sentences. your devotion to him was scary. the usual bratty demeanor nowhere to be seen, only the obedient one on display. reason? jay was forbidden for you, having him in your bed was a dream. a dream that was taking place already and you wouldn't waste such precious opportunity, settling on being the good girl.

his pace only increased as he kept his eyes fixated on your face, watching how your eyebrows furrowed, mouth opened just the right amount, enough to moan out his name in the most sinful way possible. another tear rolled down your now closed eyes, making his dick twitch as he thrusted the deepest he could reach.

he placed his hand on your lower abdomen, feeling the way it bulged each time he thrusted in, filling you up. your legs were weak, not being able to move anymore, your voice shaky.

he grabbed your hand, bringing it down your clit as a silent order for you to touch yourself. with basically no control over your body, you messily rubbed your clit, toes curling at sensation.

jay was mesmerised at the sight of your breasts bouncing each time he thrusted in you. your back arching for the nth time this night.

“ahh, i can't–” tears freely flowing down your cheeks made jay lose his mind. 

“hold it.” he instructed.

“jay i really c–can't.”

“i made myself clear, didn't i? hold it.” he growled.

his strokes getting sloppier by second as he felt his orgasm approaching. “fuck.” he cursed out, keeping his eyes on your hole, observing how satisfying his dick looked as it disappeared inside your pussy.

“jay i'm cumming–” you couldn't take it anymore, moaning out his name in between your cries as your legs shook yet again, chasing your third orgasm for the night. he captured your lips in his as he filled you with his cum, silencing your moans with a kiss.

he loved how you tried to kiss him back despite having no power left to do so. he finally pulled out, watching how his cum dripped your pussy, a sight he'll never be able to forget. he rolled down and plopped next to you, both of you staring at the ceiling while catching your breath.

“so, anything else left in your never have i ever?” he half joked.

“i'll have to think about that.” you scrunched your nose, acting as if you're thinking about it.

“although i'm wondering what would happen if sunghoon catches us this way.” your voice low and scared.

“we won't get caught, at least i hope we don't.” jay spoke, sighing.

that's when the front door slammed open. talk about the devil and he shall appear.

“jay! y/n!” he screamed, seeing the beer cans and some articles of clothing you both very conveniently left downstairs.

your eyes widened at the voice, looking at each other you muttered out.

“oh we're fucked.”

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you just wish that someone could have found the chance to tell you that park jongseong was also a fucking menace.

you didn’t know what to think of him when you heard that he was a huge fuckboy that used girls like they were toys; how he was all ‘daddy’s money’ and was mooching off his wealth for his own advantage. explanatorily adding to why people assumed that’s why he had such a clean record - because whenever he got into ‘trouble’ he would always have an upper hand and was able to have his slate wiped clean just by the snap of his father’s fingers. 

the unfortunate part is that you had to find this piece of knowledge on your own. being paired up with jay to work on your literature final was something you definitely weren’t looking forward to.  but you also couldn’t say you didn’t expect something like this to happen sooner or later.

you didn’t know if it was karma for being so invested in the drama and eating it up just because of how stressful school was. still, you figured that the least you could do is put up with jay until the final was over. plus, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious about whether or not jay and his personality lived up to his rumors.

having exchanged numbers with jay to map out your working schedule and locations gone by smoothly, you thought he was a normal guy. suddenly you felt bad for being so invested in all the talk that revolved around him. regardless, you found yourself shaking off your guilty sentiments.

a week after exchanging numbers and discussing, you both planned to meet up at your house at 6pm on a friday after school. the time might have not been ideal but you wanted to get started as soon as possible. the reason being that other than you being studious and serious when it came to projects and your education in general, as was jay - which you’d find out later on.

so, here you were. jay sitting idly beside you in your bed with both of your laptops laid out on top of your laps and piles of books from shakespeare, aristotle, and other philosophers as such scattered across the expanse of your bed. two hours in, and you were exhausted. you barely talked to jay during this time as you didn’t know what to say, plus the both of you were so invested in completing the first part of your final you’d planned to finish today - efficiently, that talking never crossed either of your minds.

you were just glad there wasn’t any awkwardness lingering in the air. that was until you found yourself staring at jay. not really knowing why, but it was like your eyes had a mind of their own. you figured it was the exhaustion taking over you. nevertheless, you didn’t tear your eyes away from his figure.

okay, so maybe. just maybe, you kind of understood why everyone was so smitten over this boy.

it could be his half sleeve of tattoos on his left forearm, you thought. eyes wandering over the expanse of his broad chest all the way down to his buff arms and veiny hands.

or the way his one cheek slightly lift upwards to subconsciously form a smirk. it could even be the pouty face he makes when he’s deep in concentration. maybe it’s because of the way his walk is so elegant and prideful it screams ‘rich.’ or perhaps it’s his cat-like eyes and how his soft hair tousles in his palms when he extends his hand to push it back every now and then. and -

“what’re you staring at, doll?”

shit.

god. you hated him. you ignored his nonchalant use of the word over text for your own insanity: “yeah, sounds good doll,” or “whatever works for you, babe.” you hated how he so easily managed to slip such intimate pet names from his lips as if they held no meaning. most of all, you hated how you practically internally melted at the choice of his words. you couldn’t take it anymore.

so maybe park jongseong was insatiable. and you hated yourself for it, more than you claimed to dislike him. because in reality, you really just resented the effect he had on you. it was so effortless and you’d never seen someone pull off flirting (if you could even call it that), quite the way jay did.

even then, maybe him being so attractive tied into all the shit talk that surrounded his name. you didn’t think much of anything anyone told you at the time and deciphered that they were just sick and twisted rumors.  but jay’s flirtatious ways only further indulged your curious state.  and now you were starting to question your choice of giving him the benefit of the doubt. if he wasn’t’ such a fuckboy then why was he referring to you as ‘doll’ and ‘babe’ so easily? maybe it was better for you to play it safe after all. you didn’t want to get into something you could never live up to.

“i’m not staring at you, jay. just waiting to see if you’re done with your part yet. i’m hungry.” you say in a mono-toned voice, staring at your screen trying to avoid his gaze.

“m’kay well, i’m done now. wanna order some food? it’s on me.” he responds, shifting closer to you, his head dipped slightly so he could get a better look at your face under all the hair that covered your side profile.

you almost wince at the proximity. “yeah.” you say. “but i can pay, don’t worry about it.” your breath slightly hitches and you mentally slapped yourself. keep it together. “i’ll order us some takeout, is that okay with you?“

“yup.” he responds, eyes never leaving your figure. you pull out your phone and go on the app. jay tells you his order and you add yours but before you can press ‘order,’  jay grabs your phone out of your hands.

“hey! give that back, what’re you doing?” you ask surprised and confused.

“you’re not paying. i’m adding my credit card and charging it to pay.” before you can oppose his offer, he’d already pressed ‘order.’

your heart panged at his generosity. you don’t know why but you felt guilty. jay could sense your hesitance by the way your face contorted. “hey, it’s alright really. it’s the least i could do. you offered for us to work at your house first anyway.”

at this, you nod. but your thoughts never stop spiraling. you had to get some answers, and the silence while waiting for your food to arrive was deafening. not knowing anything about who the real jay was because of the seemingly infinite and different things everyone was saying about him was killing you.

with your sudden surge of confidence, you shift and turn your body so you're facing jay completely. “do you know what people say about you?” his face turns from a curious one to a taken-aback one, eyebrows furrowing at your bluntness. your voice falters a bit before continuing. “i-i’m sorry i didn’t mean for it to come out that way. it’s just that i’ve heard so many things about you and almost all of them have been negative.”  you lick your lips before continuing.  “what’s bugging me the most, is that it seems to me that people have it all wrong about you and you don’t appear to be the type of boy they describe as. sure, that doesn’t explain why you call me pet names and address me like i’m your girlfriend but-”

“yeah i know.” he says chuckling. your eyes widen at his humorous mood change. you thought he’d be upset. “i know they talk shit about me and how they think i’m a drug dealer, or that i’m in a gang, beat people up, and more. new rumors and shit about me is spread every week. there’s nothing i can do about it though, it’s not like caring will change their views of me. so i just ignore it.”

to say you were in awe of his intellectuality and how strong-minded he was an understatement. it’s so fucked up. the way people believe others so easily. all for a couple of entertaining minutes of gossip. never paying any kind to how detrimental lies could be to someone.

“gosh. i’m sorry jay. really, i feel bad for assuming and believing all this shit. i know you’re not-“

“shh it’s okay, truly. i just appreciate being friends with someone who gets my point of view, y’know?”

jay notices the way your head snaps upward and how your eyes suddenly meet his upon him calling you his friend. while your eyes focus on his to sense any ounce of fake sincerity, all you see is his smirk and genuine fondness blooming over his face.

and with the ring of your door bell signaling the arrival of your food, you realize that this project was definitely going to mark the beginning of a blossoming friendship.

you’d never guessed working on a project with jay would lead you to sitting where you were now: in your local favorite café spot with jay that you always went to. so how’d you go from pretty much being skeptical of jay’s every movement to being his best friend? let me lay it out for you.

jay and you aced your final project and the presentation combined.  you remember the way he sent a knowingly not-so-discreet victory-rooted wink at you when you looked at him across the classroom just as your teacher announced some of her favorite presentations.  you guys came in at first place, obviously. 

the following week jay would insist the both of you study together for the rest of your finals. to which of course, you obliged.  you two would visit the same café almost every day of the week. spending hours learning more about the other. 

from all those café dates you came to know that jay, unbeknownst to you prior, was quite the fashionista.  there was never a day he looked even mildly ‘bad.’ it was just simply a word that didn’t associate with jay, even if he was wearing a simple black hoodie and grey sweatpants.  and to his delight, he never failed to notice your lingering stares at him whenever you thought he wasn’t looking. but he definitely did notice. and though you may look away every time jay teased you for blushing and trying to pry answers out of you, you were hoping he had noticed your stares. just because that’s how you were. not one to say much, but always leaving hints of your growing feelings for jay here and there. 

you also came to learn that besides jay being a flirt and teasing you constantly, he was a sweetheart.  always asking you if you’d eaten, carrying your books for you, scolding you when you’d procrastinate, paying for all of your food together and never insisting otherwise, helping you with your god awful math homework, always driving you home, etc.

but most memorably, jay lending you his baggy hoodies and sweatpants when you would spontaneously sleep over at his place after going on a late night drive together in his car; his r&b playlist blasting through the speakers as he placed his hand on your thigh so naturally it made you jump the first time he did it (not before asking you if it was okay, of course).

your guess was that the smooth beats and the way you were constantly staring at his defined and gorgeous side profile gave him the confidence he needed to also look fondly at you before making his move.

but anyways, back to the café you were at right now.

“god, i’m so glad finals are over.” jay says as he stretches his limbs and does that oh so attractive arms behind the shoulders thing while yawning a bit.

“mm, me too. i just, cant believe we became friends because of a fucking english project out of everything. isn’t that kind of insane. like what if we’d never become friends?”

jay hums at your affirmation. “i mean … honestly? i don’t even know where i’d be right now. this is gonna sound cheesy — but i’m so grateful for you y/n. i guess i’d just still be admiring you from afar.” he spits out the last sentence rather quickly.

you raise a brow at his response. “what do you mean by that jay … ? ‘admiring you from afar?’”

“uhm nothing! just that i’ve always found you really pretty and …” jay’s train of thought was disrupted by your words.

“pretty? you think i’m pretty jay?”

“yeah, amongst other things. gosh you’re so oblivious, honestly y/n, you really think i flirt with every girl i come across. thought you wouldn’t ever give into the rumors.” jay scoffs at the sound of you gulping.

“that’s not what i meant, but no jay. you don’t understand,” you seethe. “you can’t just call me ‘doll’ and ‘darling’ and not expect me to be confused when i know for a fact that i’m not the first girl to be called any of those before.” your voice comes out a bit broken as you frustratedly run your hands through your locks.

“oh. i’m sorry i didn’t think the rumors would affect you the way they do, even if they are false.  i should've reassured you.  i guess i shouldn’t have expected you to know that i like you.” jay’s head drops at the confession and you’re barely able to make out what he said.

“i’m sorry, what was that?”

“you’re serious right .. please don’t make me repeat myself y/n.”

“jay, i am fucking serious, i don’t even know what you said or if i heard you correctly because i swear for a second i thought you sai-”

“i like you y/n!” jay blurts out a bit too loud. subsequently looking around and meeting questionable gazes from other regulars in the café. he grows more embarrassed by the second. it’s rare that the park jongseong becomes embarrassed and blushes because of a girl. which he can’t even recall the last time someone made him feel so loved and gave him butterflies at every given moment. it was now or never.

his feelings become more clear to him by the second as he regains his confidence and grabs your hands. your mouth is agape and pupils are blown wide open as you stare at jay in disbelief.

“you … like me? like — like-like me? because like i don’t even know jay … do you hear yourself right now?” you pause to collect yourself and break eye contact. you literally pinch yourself in an effort to make sure that — yes! this was in fact real. and park jongseong, the school heartthrob. the boy of your absolute dreams. which is ironic because you actively swore you hated him upon first meet, just fucking confessed to you.

jay becomes a bit upset at the doubtfulness lacing your voice. “of course i like you y/n. how could i not?” if only you could see yourself from his eyes. your beauty, your acts of service, along with the awkwardness and dorky habits that emitted from your personality. all things that he admired about you and everything that made him realize why he was so smitten for you to begin with. 

“i don’t know, i guess i’m just not used to getting this kind of attention. i’m also sort of self-conscious because i mean .. i never really pegged myself as the type of girl you’d come to like?” you sigh at your admission. hesitantly making eye contact with jay again as you look at him.

“please y/n. please believe me when i say you’re the most perfect girl i’ve ever met. everything about you makes me want to leave my past behind. to ignore all the shitty things that are said about me. especially when i have you by my side. makes me want to become a better person and spend every waking moment being the best possible version of myself. all because of you. all for you.” 

you smile at his response and bite your lip, shyly nodding before going: “fuck it. i like you too jay. i like you so, so much that it’s’ concerning how much i find myself unable to stop thinking about you. i cant hide the way i feel any longer. i was going to confess sooner or later anyway.”

jay lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding at the sound of your confession. going to pull your hands closer to his and intertwine his fingers with your own as he caresses the side of your hand with his thumb. “gosh, y/n. i thought i was going to be left hanging by the girl of my dreams!” jay exclaims. dramatically grabbing at his chest to amplify the impact of your words. 

you almost snort at his god-awful - but endearing, foolishness; opting to giggle instead. “‘girl of my dreams,’ geez jay we just confessed to each other. save the cheesiness for later, yeah?”

“hey! it’s never too soon to be cheesy.” you hum at his words. deciding to get up from your side of the booth and sit beside jay in his own booth as he slides further in, his back hitting the wall. 

jay welcomes you with open arms. one arm slinging around your shoulder while the other wraps around your waist snuggly. you melt into jay’s touch as you play with his hand that’s dangling from the side of your shoulder. your head resting on his chest. 

not a care in the world for the heavy eyes on the both of you or the stares of admiration from the regulars in the café. “i cant believe i finally got the chance to confess and do this” — jay motions to the position you both were currently in, — “with my girlfriend, nonetheless.”

you blush at jay’s use of the word girlfriend, turning around to press a quick peck to his lips, then turning back to lay your head on his chest. jay clearly satisfied but surprised, in turn, begins peppering flutters of kisses all over your face from behind. all while unbeknownst to him, your skin flushes like never before. 

“me neither, boyfriend.”

“jay this better be good, because why in the literal hell are you calling me at three in the morning? you ask while attempting to rub the sleepiness out of your eyes. a yawn escaping your mouth, making jay chuckle from the other end of the line at your cuteness. 

“i’m sorry! it’s a surprise ~.” he purposely drags out the ending of the word in hopes of convincing you to join him on his late night rendezvous and escaping a scolding from you later on. “be ready in 20. i’ll be waiting outside!” before you get a chance to respond, jay hangs up. 

jay arrives to your place in his mercedes. and you think that maybe it’s the luxury of his car and the memories it brings back of your late night drives together. or the sudden rush of adrenaline that makes you excited for what’s to come. or perhaps it’s the man standing beside the car itself that makes your heart pang faster. jay’s dressed similarly to you. sweatpants and a black t-shirt hugging his muscled torso and arms. hair a bit messy but prettier than ever. you gulp at the sight. 

likewise, jay mutters a quiet ‘oh fuck’ under his breath at the sight of you in all your sweatpants and hoodie (which is his by the way) glory. you don’t notice his staring until you come to him face to face and have to wave your hand in front of his face to check if he’s okay.

“you good, jay?” your eyes narrowing in confusion. 

“mhm, just peachy,” he responds. rushing to open the car door for you. you don’t say anything at his promptness. but the way his voice cracks a bit gives you all the information you need to know about what he was thinking. 

the ride to the unsaid location was calming for the most part, aside from your constant nagging to jay about where you were going. but he never budged. settling on moving his hand on your thigh to shut you up. a smirk forming upon his face as he looked at you every now and then.  only for you to move your attention from his face to the scenery outside the window due to the tension. the stars gleaming brightly under the moonlight. 

you cooed at the destination that jay had brought you to. a beautiful hill top that provided the prettiest view of the city beneath you. giving you the perfect sight from the highest peak of all the buildings and signs. all glimmering — despite the lack of light in the night. as jay opens the car door for you, you immediately jump into his arms and loop your arms around his neck, going to kiss him without a word said. despite your reluctance to separate, jay rubs your back and pulls away. “save more of that for later, mkay? i have something to show you right now.” 

“fineeee.” you whine. jay intertwines your hands together before opening the trunk and taking out a basket with a blanket, sheets to lay on the grass, a speaker, along with your favorite snacks. he remembered what i like, you thought.

jay asks you to stand where you are while he assembles your little picnic set up; laying the sheets onto the grass and putting the speaker to the side. getting up, he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and leads you to the setup. sitting first with the blanket wrapped around his figure, he opens half of it so that you can sit in his lap. when you oblige, he wraps the blanket around the both of you before pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“this is so .. perfect jay. i cant believe you did this for me.” jay caresses your neck mindlessly. 

“of course, my love. i wanted to do something special for you. for our first date.” 

“first date?” you reply. 

“yes. well, i couldn’t let my baby think that our first date was when we confessed to each other at the cafe! no, that’s just our special place. our place that we’ll always go to no matter what.” 

you swore you could cry at jay’s sincerity. the way his voice was always as sweet and gentle as honey when he spoke to you. the way everything about him radiated pure fondness for you. “gosh i am so in love with you, park jongseong. you know that, right?” you look up at him with gleaming eyes, a bit watery due to how admired you felt right in this moment. 

“and i, my y/n, love you more than anything — more than anyone. you make me whole.” 

“and you, make me complete. i love you too, park.” 

“so much for not being cheesy y/n.” 

“hey! you’re ruining the moment, i thought we were being cute, loser.” you say rolling your eyes. 

“well, you’re always cute to me y/n.” jay states, one hand going to run through his hair. 

“just shut up and kiss me already. can’t take your ass flirting anymore.” you spit out with a fake pout forging your lips.

“oh that, i’ll do.” 

jay’s eyes flicker down to your lips as he cups your jaw. you move your body completely on top of jay’s lap and straddle him. languidly closing the distance between you two, hands finding themselves around his neck. jay kisses you so softly at first. taking his time to savor this moment of intimacy. your taste, your ragged breaths, and the expanse of your figure under the moonlight — making you look like an absolute ethereal angel whenever his eyes fluttered open to scan over your needy self. 

but all that changed the moment you let out a slight whimper. jay thought you sounded so pretty and desperate, all for him. taking this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. you tilted your head at his action to kiss him deeply. jay groans at this, and you smile into the kiss at the sound of him being pure putty under your touch. you begin moving your hands up at down his broad chest as his lower themselves down your back. 

let’s just say that jay dropped you off right after sunrise so no one would suspect your absence. your clothes all messy and wrinkled more than they already were before you left, but you didn’t mind. jay pulls you in for one last kiss before making sure you enter your home safely. 

and as you push your back against the front door to process all that had just happened with your head tilting upwards and eyes closed, you couldn’t help but think about how fucking lucky you were. how life is just as crazy and uncalled for as you’d ever imagined it to be. 

so yeah, park jongseong was in fact a menace. a menace that never ceased his risky or impulsive actions, flirty words, endearing habits, and his nerdy rants. but at the very least, all of that was reserved just for you: his one and only love. 

park jongseong, was your devil’s advocate. but in the best way possible. one that encouraged you to see a new and reborn side of yourself. you brought out the best in each other, with the perfect amount of balance. 

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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