jay park fan fiction

Have You Learned Your Lesson? (M) // Jay Park

Originally posted by hpfanaticinfinity

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Jay knows all of the games you play to try and tip him over the edge - and it works like a charm each time.

A/N: No build up. Just pure smut, p.s - I’m going to hell.

Please note that this scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains smut, daddy kink, BDSM, spanking and dirty talking.

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Catching Feelings - Part 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 

A/N: Warning: Contains physical violence and offensive language. 

‘He’s weird, that’s for sure.,’ Hyunjung fluffs her hair, tossing it over her shoulder, before picking up the wine glass resting on the table. ‘Don’t tell him I said that, though.’ She eyes you intently as she sips her wine, her pink lips pursing delicately against the glass.

‘I wouldn’t… You don’t even need to tell me not to.,’ You shake your head, your fork moving to push the densely creamed pasta around the plate. Both you and Hyunjung hadn’t been hungry when you’d ordered. It was just that this restaurant had the best selection of wine in Seoul, so you often came here together to chat and drink, ignoring the food on the table you were required to order to get a seat. ‘Where is he tonight anyway? I saw him post something on instagram earlier.’

‘He’s on a company night out. I assume it’s at a strip club because I wasn’t invited. Girl, you’ve got it bad stalking his socials…,’ She smirks deviantly at you from behind the rim of the glass, nudging your foot under the table. Her mention of the outing to a strip club was casual, rolling off her tongue without a blush like she’d said it a thousand times before. She knew in her line of work it happened more often than not. ‘Who would have thought you’d be banging my boss when I got signed to AOMG, let alone catching feelings for him.’

‘I don’t have feelings for him!’ You snap quickly - too quickly to be natural. You can’t deny some of the truth in her words, though. She - Hoody - had been your best friend since high school, and the sole reason you had met Jay. She’d been the one who had invited you to your first ever AOMG party - the exact one you’d met Jay at. The rest had been history.

‘Whatever you say, y/n.,’ She lets the smirk linger on her face, her shoulders shrugging in feigned disinterest. ‘I guess you don’t really have much interest in the fact that I overheard a little birdie saying he has feelings for you too.’

‘Stop.’ You protest, unable to hide the annoyance creeping into your voice. ‘I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to talk about this.’ You pick up your wine glass, draining the remainder of the liquid in a second, the tang of the alcohol lingering long after the liquid had been swallowed.

‘He’s been weird lately, right? A little extra cautious? Treating you a little bit nicer than he usually does post fuck?’ She peaks an eyebrow at you, her gaze unrelentingly drilling you for more information. You place your wine glass down on the table with a heavy sigh, reaching for the bag you’d slipped under your chair.

‘I’m done.’ The words slide off your tongue coolly as you make your way to stand once you’d latched onto your bag.

‘Okay, okay… I know I’m hitting too close to home with all this. I just overheard him talking to Simon in one of the halls outside the studio. Girl, he’s into you something bad.’

‘I don’t want him to be, though.,’ You release your bag, turning to face Hyunjung. You knew you could tell her anything. She’d been your ride or die since you’d met in elementary school. She’d been there for you every time you’d needed anything. And, most importantly, she’d never told a secret you’d shared in confidence to anyone else. Ever. ‘Hyunjung… He’s adorable and sweet. But he’s Jay. He’s a good friend and a good time, but he’s nothing more than that… I know what he does. He goes to strip clubs and bangs random girls. That’s not the kind of guy I want to be around.’ Your phone vibrates on the table, as if on cue, drawing both Hyunjung and your own gaze towards it. You take in the picture of Jay, shirtless, his tongue poking out of the cheeky grin plastered on his face. He must have changed his caller display picture while you weren’t looking. Hyunjung stares blankly at it for a moment, snapping into action to rapidly reaching her hand out to pick up the phone and answer before you could ignore the call. She waits, before a giggle escapes her lips.

‘You can call me baby again tomorrow when you come into the office to work on my song at 7AM.,’  Her relationship with Jay was just as playful as yours, except the boundaries were much more defined. They had to be, for professional reasons. ‘Y/n? Yeah, this is her phone… You called the right number.’ She winks cheekily at you, and you reach across the table, stretching over the pasta dish to snatch the phone from her.

‘Give it to me!’ Unable to hide your agitated tone, you instantly regret speaking.

‘We’re just hanging out drinking some wine at a restaurant. She’s begging me to give her the phone… Should I, Jay?,’ She lets out a reaching laugh. ‘Okay, I’ll pass you on.’ She hands the phone over toyingly, and you snatch it angrily from her outstretched palm.

‘Jay?,’ You question nervously. ‘What’s up?’

‘My dick.,’ He replies abruptly, the alcohol dripping from his words already. ‘Come around, we can finish off what we started the other day.’ It takes you a minute to decipher his sentence due to the slur of words, but when you do a wave of displeasure washes over you instantly. He was booty calling you.

‘I’m with Hyunjung.’ You respond shortly.

‘She won’t mind… come on, baby girl.’

‘No.’ The word slips out wrapped in angry finality.

‘Everyone else went to a strip club, and I didn’t even go so that I could hang out with you… Now you won’t even come and see me.’ He moans impatiently.

‘Jesus, Jay… I’m not sex on tap. I don’t really care that you didn’t go to a strip club. I’m busy, and I’m not coming over.’ The volume of your voice had subconsciously increased with your growing anger. Hyunjung breathes a quiet sushing sound as you draw looks from the table opposite you.

‘You won’t even come and cuddle me?’ He pleads gently.

‘No.’ You reply.

‘I miss you… I miss you every night you’re not in my bed.,’ His slurred words are interrupted by a hiccup. ‘When they said let’s go to the strip club, I missed you. I’m laying here on my back in my bed missing you. I told everyone, you know? It kinda just came out… but it’s true.’

‘You told them what?’ Dread was creeping through you. He was too drunk to be telling anyone anything.

‘I told them I thought you were beautiful. And I told them I thought you were funny… then I said you were cute. Then someone asked me if I liked you because I wouldn’t stop talking about you. And I said I do, because I do. I really, really like you, and I want to stop missing you all the time but I can’t because I like you. I think I might even love you.’ You’re stunned into temporary silence by his admission. Even though you’d known, and even though the signs were there, you hadn’t realised how much you’d led him on.

‘Jay, I’m not coming over tonight. You’re too drunk.,’ He starts to mumble a protest, but you cut him off, refusing to give him any more airtime. ‘I’ll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can meet for lunch, okay?’ You say the first thing that might appease him enough to get you off the phone, despite the fact there was zero chance of you wanting to meet him for lunch tomorrow.

‘Okay. Goodnight, Y/n.’ Defeated, he resigns himself to the fact you would not be visiting him.

‘Night, Jay.’ You hang up the phone swiftly, returning it to it’s position face down on the table. Your elbows rest gently on the top of the wood, your head coming to sink into your hands, a deep groan escaping your mouth.

‘Was it that bad?’ Hyunjung asked sympathetically.

‘He told me he thinks he loves me…’ You peek out from between your fingers, registering her shocked expression.

‘Oh, shit.’ The words are all she can manage as she blinks dumbly back at you.

‘Oh, shit is right… What the fuck am I supposed to do?,’ You complain. Hyunjung sits for a second, contemplating.

‘What if we get you a boyfriend…,’ The loud laugh that escapes you draws the err of the guests next to your table again, and Hyunjung shakes her head. ‘Okay, maybe just a date. If we get you a date, he might back off a bit.’

‘How am I meant to get a date? And how is Jay even going to see me on a date?’ You groan.

‘Honey, you would have no issues getting a date… I have someone in mind already.,’ She tilts her head, gazing at you contemplatively. A spark flashes across her face in the visible representation of the conception of an idea. ‘Bring him on Saturday! We have Jay’s concert! Ahhh, It’s the perfect excuse for Jay to see you.’ You sit back in your chair, your eyes admiring Hyunjung’s bravado and quick thinking.

‘That just might work…’


True to her word, Hyunjung had found you a date. Not just any date, but an attractive date. Not just an attractive date, but one that had a long and rich history of friendship with Jay, stemming back to his time spent in the United States. The perfect candidate. She’d even managed to rangle two backstage passes for you - not that it would’ve been difficult. Jay had expected you to come regardless of whether you bought a date or not. So you found yourself standing side stage peeking out at the performance clutching a beer. Charismatic was the only way that you could describe the show. The energy the boys had was captivating, and your eyes had been barely able to steal themselves from Jay as he swayed around the stage, luring the crowd in with his dramatic swag. Tonight, he was somehow different to the many other times you’d seen him. His words were coming out with a throaty growl that was a touch deeper than usual. His hips were twisting with a subtlety that was absent from previous performances. His aura was addictive and you were sure he was throwing quick glances in your direction throughout the entire performance, everyone causing a flash of longing in the lower pit of your abdomen. He was on fire tonight, and it was all building to complete realisation that you’d fallen for him. Massively.

‘You alright?’ Derek’s hands snake around your shoulders as he leans close to your body, speaking directly into your ear. The smell of the beer on his breath overpowers you slightly, your body reeling away from him subconsciously.

‘Yeah. Just enjoying the show.’ Your voice comes out as a shout over the loudness of the music. His hand remains draped over your shoulder, despite your uncomfortableness with his closeness. You attempt to shimmy slightly with the music to get him to release his hold, but he doesn’t. The song comes to an end, and you catch Jay flicking a quick glance in your direction. A blush rises in your cheeks at the closeness.

‘Alright, aliiiiighhhht. Everyone feeling a little hot in here? It’s about to get even hotter, y’all.’ The crowd starts screaming as Jay launches into the next song, the opening bars of arguably his most scandalous song - Mommae - vibrating through the room. In an instant, he is peeling his shirt off, exposing his toned torso glistening with the wetness of his sweat under the stage lights. His hips grind against the air, smoothly repeating a motion you’d become so familiar with feeling against your hips. He moves towards one of the back up dancers, and she bends, her ass mere inches away from his crotch. A flash of jealousy shoots through you as you watch. You redirect your gaze to Jay, his eyes staring intently at you as he presses himself into the dancer, his hips jutting against her in a sexual motion. His hand reaches to slap her ass, and you look away as Derek’s hands wrap themselves around your waist, swaying gently against you. You shift uncomfortably as they slide higher around your ribs, his crotch pressing into your ass. You attempt to shift away, your displeasure visible on your lips, but his grip crunches around you, stagnating any kind of movement you attempt. You scrunch your shoulders towards your ears as he attempts to plant a kiss delicately on your cheek.

‘Hey, hey hey…,’ Jay’s sharp voice echos in a yell over the song, the music continuing despite his voice losing beat with the lyrics. ‘Hey, man, stop… She’s not into it. Don’t fucking touch her if she’s not into it.’ His pace moves quickly towards you, his arm raised and index finger singling you out. You blinky dumbly at the fury spouting through his eyes. Derek releases you instantly, stepping back with his arms raised in the air in defence, and you understood. Jay was looking out for you. He’d been doing it the whole time he’d been on stage. Kiseok’s hands wrap around Jay’s torso, struggling to prevent him from advancing further in your direction, and he presses his head against the side of Jay’s whispering something to him which distracts Jay, who turns his head to take in Kiseok’s worried face. He nods, losing the momentum he had built, before casting a final look in your direction.

‘Don’t fucking touch her.’ He said before dropping his hand, pivoting on the heel of his white nike sneaker and returning to the crowd.


You hear the argument before you see it. Escalated voices coming from a small group near the drinks table.

‘Take it back.’ Jay’s voice is raised, his anger evident. Your lips purse in surprise. Usually alcohol made him laid back, his reaction was ridiculously out of character.

‘Why? It’s true.’ The voice of your date causes your heart to jump slightly, and your head turns towards where they are.

‘It’s disrespectful. I’m not going to have you come here to my show and talk shit like that.’ You briefly make out Jay move towards Derek in the thick of people. The entire party has turned their attention to the drama. You stand, quickly making your way over to the two. Derek, as annoying as he was, was someone you had brought along and therefore your responsibility.

‘I’m not taking it back. I bet she’d do it.’ Your ears perk at the use of the feminine pronoun. Could they be talking about you?

‘I can’t even believe you’re saying that… It’s your first fucking date.’ Jay confirms your suspicion, and you slip between two people in the circle.

‘Jay, calm down…’ You try to dispel the tension in the air.

‘Me? Calm down? Your date needs to leave.,’ Jay shoots you a look, the anger on his face evident. ‘You need to take him and go somewhere else.’

‘Yeah, she’ll take me back to my place and I’ll know for sure if she really does.’ He smirks at Jay, and before you see it coming, Jay has connected a punch to his chin, knocking him temporarily off balance and spinning him into the circle. People scatter to avoid him.

‘Jay! What the fuck are you doing!’ You step towards Derek, but before you could see if he is alright, he has sprung up, charging towards Jay and connecting with his abdomen, pushing him sideways into the drinks table. A crash of bottles is heard as they both collapse into it, throwing punches in a desperate attempt to connect with skin and inflict harm. You run forward, tugging on Derek’s shoulder, who is laying on top of Jay, pinning him to the table. In an instant, Jay has over powered him, flipping him around in a swift motion. A shard of glass flies from the table, connecting with your arm, causing you to withdraw it instantly. You feel the sting of sharpness, followed by the warmth of blood dripping. You put your hand up to clutch it, stepping backwards. A pair of hands grasp you, pulling you back from the circle, guiding you backwards to the corner of the room. You can’t tell who it is, so you struggle against their arms to return to the table. You had to stop them fighting.

‘Shhh… Y/n, it’s fine.,’ Kiseok’s deep voice soothes you. ‘Just stay here…’

‘Kiseok… I’m bleeding.’ You manage in a quivering voice, the shock of the incident still raw in your memory. You glance down at your arm, a deep, thin slice of scarlet dripping blood onto your leg. His white t-shirt is speckled with your blood, stained in red dotted along his torso.

‘I know. I’ll get HyunJung… Just stay here, promise?’

‘I’m here.,’ You look to the sound of your best friends voice as she takes a position next to him, her face churning in paleness as she sees your arm. ‘Shit.’ The word is all she can manage. Simon nods from her to your shaking arm. Hyunjung moves to try and help you instantly, and Simon dissapears again to deal with the fight.

‘What happened?’ You question numbly as she lifts your arm, holding it upwards to stem the flow.

‘You’ve got two men acting like completely fucking idiots over there is what happened.,’ She looks around the room desperately, her eyes falling on a box of tissues left on the corner of a table near both of you. She grasps a handful, her eyes looking at yours sympathetically. ‘Y/n, this is going to sting.’ The pressure of her hand attempting to stem the flow of scarlet from your arm shoots through you like hot needles.

‘Fuck…’ The white hot sting of pain is clouded by the approach of Jay through the sea of people in the room. Your eyes glance away.

‘Jay, fuck off.,’ Hyunjung snaps bitterly as he nears the both of you. ‘She sure as shit doesn’t want to talk to your stupid ass right now.’

‘Hey, I’m your fucking boss.’ His white t shirt is ripped, his hair dishevelled, jeans dotted with spots of what you assume to be your own blood. You can already identify the welt of a deep bruise rising in his arm.

‘Well you aren’t fucking acting like it, you idiot.’ She snaps back with renewed vigor. Jay changes tact, refusing to engage in conversation with her.

‘He was being fucking ridiculous, Y/n. This whole thing is bullshit.’ You can feel the weight of the whole party’s ears listening to your conversation. You didn’t know where Derek had gone, and frankly you didn’t care to find out. In an instant, you realise how truly exhausted you were. You just wanted to go home.

‘Jay, stop. I don’t want to talk about it.’ Your voice is drained, your weakness causing your head to sag in tiredness.

‘That’s the fucking problem, though. You never want to talk about it. Every time I try and show you I like you, you just ignore my feelings. Fuck, I even stopped mid-blow job for you and I still got nothing.,’ You feel Hyungjung’s body tense tightly next to you. ‘You owe me an explanation. You can’t keep fucking with me like this. I’m not a damn toy. I know there is something there.’

‘Jay, she doesn’t owe you shit.’ Your friend bites back furiously at his comments.

‘Hyunjung, fuck off. This has zero to do with you, huh?’

‘She’s right. I don’t owe you shit. I don’t owe you an explanation. I don’t owe you anything.,’ You stand, your hand taking over from Hyunjung, your fingers linking over the tissue already damp with your own blood. ‘I’m so fucking done.’ With that, you turn on your heal and leave the party.  

Teaching the Queen ~Jay Park

Originally posted by fy-jay-dok2

{first post, let’s see how this goes!! not my first time writing smut however hehe. smtm based but i’m swtiching up the teams a bit cause i like certain groups better so basically a team from smtm4}

Jay and Dok2 sit on the couch, unable to comprehend what they just watched. Here comes this girl, you, onto the fire pit stage. You look timid but something told Jay that was the exact opposite of what you actually you. And fucking hell was he right, the minute that track started, your lips moved at an impeccable pace, flowing disses and rhymes like they were cursive.

“W-Who gave her the necklace?” Jay asks, looking around at the other producers while you leave and the next applicant prepares for his or her turn.

“I did,” Dean waves.

“You?!” He raises his eyebrows. “I half expected Jiho to raise his hand.”

“Me?!” Zico says baffled.

“She seems like your type,” Jay tests the waters.

“Well you wouldn’t be wrong, but she’s an applicant. Also, she’s a bit intimidating…” Zico admits. That’s an understatement and it causes the rest of the producer line to burst into hysterics. Jay included, but deep down, your intimidating rapper style attracts him. Rarely do you see such a fierce character on the show who also has mad skills like that. A fantastic rapper and a hot girl, what more could someone like Jay Park be looking for?

As the season of Show Me the Money progresses, Jay continues to fall for you. His favorite thing about you, the thing that attracts him most, distracts him daily, keeps him up at night?

Your lips.

Soft and plump and full. They look smooth and so perfect, as if sculpted for Jay himself. When they sit in a plain state, they still look magnificent, but the best and most enjoyable part is when they open and you start to spill lyrics. They move in time with the beat and bring life to every syllable you curse. He was lucky enough to get you on his team, Team AOMG-Illy. And after a bit of convincing, he got Dok2 to keep you for the rest of the season.

“Why are you so confident in her?” He questioned the day they sat down to decide.

“There’s something about her that seems so winner appropriate. I dunno…” Jay couldn’t put it into words but somehow it was all Dok2 needed to get on board. For some reason, he trusts Jay’s judgement about these things. And today is the final, look who was right! You and your producers sit in the back wings of the finals stage, hearing the crowd getting pumped up by the MC. You take deep breaths, nodding your head and trying to focus on your words.

“You’re going to do fantastic,” Jay says from behind you. You spin on your heels to face the sweet faced producer man who has helped bring you your dream.

“Thanks oppa,” you smile. Inside, his heart flutters at the word.

“You’re going to win, I know it. Just have fun and show them what I saw in you that day on the fire stage, and you’ll have them eating out of the palm of your hands.”

You nod and he excuses himself to leave for the green room. As he walks in, Dok2 notices Jay’s odd expression. “What’s up with your face?”

“What do you mean?” Jay asks, touching his skin.

“You’re all red. You feeling alright?”

“Yeah, totally fine,” Jay nods.

Dok2 gives him a wary look but decides to drop it. The MC reads off the teleprompter and announces your entrance. He leaves and the lights dim. Jay and Dok2 rise and clap for you. In comes San E and VJ, intrigued.

“Do you think she’ll win?” San E asks the general group. Everyone nods, Jay included, but his eyes are locked on the monitor. He helped make the track and helped you write your lyrics too. If you lose, he’ll take personal responsibility, but he knows you won’t. It’s his and your time to win. And in the back of his head, he hopes in more ways than one.

Sure enough, you kill the stage and get the crowd whipped in a frenzy. The room was a hype train, cheering and chanting for you, your stage name ringing through the corridors and you can hear Zico and Dean trying to out cheer you but it’s no use.

“GOOD LUCK TOPPING OUR QUEEN!” Jay shouts down the hall and then ducks back in.

When you come back, Jay hugs you tight and then you’re all summoned to the stage to reveal the winner. Team CoDean went before you so now it’s just time to tally up the win. Once positioned for the camera, you stare out at the crowd, afraid beyond your wits.

“Remember what I said?” Jay asks in your ear. You tense up but relax once you recognize his deep tone.

“That you’re going to win.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I haven’t been wrong yet,” he says.

Sure enough, when the MC opens the envelope with the winner, you are crowned SMTM’s first female winner and it brings tears to your eyes. After collapsing to the floor in shock for a moment, Jay and Dok2 help you up and Jay wraps you in a tight hug that you can’t help but fall into. He has given you your dream and everything you wanted. Dok2 as well, but Jay…He really made it worthwhile. He really was there every step of the way, every hard ship, every moment you wanted to quit and give up because people gave you shit, every time you got so inspired you spent the whole night at AOMG working. One time, Jay even stayed and slept on the couch. You remember that night and how badly you wanted to go lay down with him and cuddle him. But you were already hated, imagine if someone found out, you would have been screwed for sure, so you kept yourself in check and pushed aside your feelings for Jay Park.

The recording ends and you are allowed to go back to the green room. It is a swarm of congratulations and then you all head to Jay Park’s place for a small party. “C’mon Y/N, leggo!” Jay says, waving you over to his Bentley. Your eyes widen.

“Y-You sure?”

“Hell yeah! C’mon you won, therefore, you get a cruise in the Bentley. C’mon, it’s fun. I’m a great driver.”

You can’t help but feel special the way he talks to you, even though it’s casual. The whole way home you two jam out to music and then Mommae comes on. It’s the song you love the most of his many. It’s smooth and slow and you love to move your hips to the beat. Your curves flow perfectly with it, somehow. As Jay speeds down the wide roads, you can’t help but move yourself in the seat. You curse the seat belt holding you back but Jay notices anyway.

“That’s hot,” he comments and you look at him.

“Did you just say…?” You ask.

“Did I say that out loud?!”

“Yeah,” you blush. “You said me moving was hot.”

“Whelp, you know now but yeah…That’s hot how you move your hips.”

You look at him and see a bit of fantasy in his eyes, as if he’s picturing you doing that with out the car around you.

“You should see me when I’m just dancing,” you say slowly and Jay nods.

“I’d like that. I’d like hold those hips, not gonna lie…” He chuckles deeply.

Unfortunately, you arrive too soon before the conversation can go father. It makes you both a bit upset but if you delay, everyone will suspect things. So you go in and enjoy the party but the whole time, Jay and his comments in the Bentley stick to your brain. Finally, people start to leave. Zico, San E, Dok2, all of them, they file out the house. You wave goodbye with Jay and act casual as you walk back in. The door shuts and you keep walking but are halted by rough hands on your hips.

“Jay…”

“Let me play some music,” he says, leading you over to the stereo that he plugs his phone into. You stand in place while he selects a song…Mommae. “Show me those moves again, Y/N.”

Whenever your real name escapes his lips, it sends hormones rushing through your body. The whole show process, he got used to calling you by your stage name but a few times he did say your given name and it made you feel special. He places his hands back on your hips and pulls you against his firm body. You can feel his muscles on your body and against your back, his abs. As the song picks up, you get in the groove. Your hips move against him and as each second passes, his hands wander more and more. At the climax of the song, his arms are wrapped around you, crossing your torso and latching up to your shoulder. His face is buried into your neck and he sloppily kisses your skin there. It sends you into a frenzy and as the song repeats he goes to change it but you have another idea. You spin around in his grip and move your hands up his torso, feeling his chiseled figure beneath his shirt. Not like you haven't’ seen him shirtless, he’s almost always stripping on stage, but you want to see that body in a new light, new environment, new circumstance.

As if he can read your mind, he rips his shirt off over his head and then grabs your hips again and pulls you close. He leads you back towards the couch. He collapses back and pulls you on top of him and that heats the room up. Your lips crash on his and your instinct kicks in. You grind against him and sway your hips too, all while he attacks your sweet lips. Finally, he gains entrance to your tongue and when he tastes you fully, it’s like all the time of having to wait for the show to finish paid off.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for his,” he moans when he takes a deep breath.

“How long?” You ask him.

“Since the fire pit day. When you opened your lips, I knew you were something special and damn was I right. You are something special in so many ways…”

You crash your lips onto his again and bite his lip as you pull back. You earn a deep growl from Jay’s throat.

“You deserve a special prize,” Jay whispers, eyes closed.

“I won what the show promised…”

“No,” he shakes his head, his hand slowly making contact with your bare torso skin, as he pulls the hem of your shirt up centimeter by centimeter. “An exclusive prize…”

“What do you have in mind Jay?”

With that, he sits up and somehow manages to scoop you into his arms and brings you to his bedroom. He tosses you onto his plush bed and shuts the door. You start to sit up but are pinned down as he rushes to you, climbing over you and hovering. He kisses you hungrily, wanting more and more and you’d be a lying fucker if you said you didn’t want him just as bad. You’ve dreamed of this, being with Jay like this…And so far, it’s everything you’ve fantasized. He tastes sweet and demanding. His feels rough and restless. He sounds gruff and sexy. He moves like a god and like he’ll make you feel like you’ve never experienced before.

The passion intensifies and as his hunger for you and your skin and all you have to offer increases, you decide to hurry things along. You try to play with his belt but he pins your hands up.

“No no baby girl, that’s not how I play. Let me show you…”

And with that he slips your pants off and they’re tossed to the floor, Jay already going for your panties. He plays with them on you, twiddling the thin fabric in his fingers for a moment before leaning down. He makes eye contact with you and keeps it as his teeth tug them down your legs. He discards them and uses his lips to trail up your legs, your thighs, your hips, back to your inner thighs. He grows closer to your core and it makes you moan.

“Please…Hurry,” you demand. He looks up and then begins his meal. He wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you closer, ready to please you. His tongue laps at your folds and plunges into you a few times before he gets down to business. He locates your clit and begins to tease you, licking it for a split second before pulling back. You’re weak, taken over by lust for Jay and all he can do. He dives back and licks your clit again and when he pulls back you groan in frustration.

“Stop teasing me…” You whine.

“What do you say?” He teases.

“Please…”

“Please…what?”

“Jay…”

“Not what I like to hear baby girl…”

“D-Daddy,” you moan and he dives back down. His tongue explores your core, licking up your juices that drip down, not wasting a drop. Suddenly, he sucks on your clit and it makes you quiver at his touch. A knot forms in your stomach and at first you tense up, unsure of what it happening exactly. This is new, but it’s good.

“Let it out baby, it’s natural,” he says, noticing your change. He begins stimulating you and you grow closer and closer to your climax. Your hands tug at his hair as you reach your orgasm, becoming a moaning and shaking mess. You cum hard on Jay’s tongue and he licks his lips, pleased. When he sits up you are still riding the high he caused. You look at him through half through closed eyes.

“That was great,” you smile softly.

“We’re not done yet baby, we have more to do…” He says and you feel ready just by his words. He strips his pants and boxers at the same time and he kicks them down to the floor. Your eyes widen, a bit shocked by his size. He twitches and you reach out to touch, but are cautious. This all seems so natural, but it’s new and odd.

“D-Do I?” You ask and he nods.

“Do what feels right. I’ll show you how to make me feel good like I do to you.”

He fills you with confidence as you take his length in your hand. You start to pump slowly and he nods, biting his lip. “Like that baby…Like that…” You continue by his encouragement. He places a hand on your bare shoulder and it tells you you’re doing well. You feel bold and try taking him into your mouth. You first only take in the tip and that alone makes Jay breath heavily. He tightens his grip on your shoulder and you try taking in more of him. You go deep, not realizing how deep and he hits the back of your throat and it makes you gag. You yank back and he chuckles.
“It’s okay. Just play with the tip, that’s the most sensitive part,” he suggests. You take his advice and stimulate his tip like he did your clit. With just a few licks and a few circles around him, he a moaning mes. He can no longer support himself on his knees, he’s fallen back and now that you’re more comfortable, you’ve pushed him back to lay down. You start to suck deeply again, careful of how much you take. You moan on him shaft and he moans loudly at the vibrations on his dick.

“Like that…Fuck…”

“You like that Daddy?”

“Yes, fuck…”

You do it again and he bucks his hips. You start to quicken, bobbing your head up and down him, faster and faster. He becomes a moaning mess, your name escaping as a breathy and lustful curse. Each time he makes a noise, you go faster. Soon, you’re going to fast, he cums. The warm seed flows into your mouth and he gasps and sputters. You pull back and sit back, Jay taking deep breaths, calming down from his high.

“That was good,” he nods, after he’s caught his breath.

“Yeah,” you giggle, crawling over him and kissing him. His lips still taste just as sweet. He holds your bare skin close to him and when he pulls from your lips he smiles.

“That’s enough for today.”

“You don’t wanna?”

“Oh trust me I do, but you’ve already won a lot tonight. How about we just wear comfy clothes and fall asleep?”

His sweet expression is impossible to deny so you nod. He gets you a pajamas outfit from his drawer and giggles at how big it is on you but admits you look so good in his stuff. “Next time, you won’t be able to get dressed standing up…I’ll have to help with that,” he winks.

Not That

“Jagiya I’m home.”

Your laughter stopped as you heard the baritone voice of your boyfriend coming from the front door. “I’m in here.”

Jay followed the sound of your voice to find you in his room. You were on his computer video chatting with three of his nieces. “What’s going on?”

“Finally you’re here.” You quickly got up and dragged him over to replace you in the chair. “Your nieces wanted to talk to you.”

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Lame Rap Game (Simon D x Reader)

Originally posted by gthir

‘My body against yours, uh, that’s all I want

Even when you’re deep up in it,

All I want is more of you, more of us,

Let’s take our time to explore this lust

Ya, does Jiyong want to get fucking hit?’ Kiseok asked as he looked over the lyrics that he had written for his next song that you were collaborating with him on.

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Sleep - pt 10

Originally posted by jminies

He held your hand going into the theatre. It wasn’t busy tonight and there was no line at the concession stand.

“Two sodas, two small popcorn, gummy bears, a cotton candy bucket and nachos. Will that be all?”

“Oh and chocolate drops.” Hoseok added.

He tried to hold everything besides your drink and you laughed as he struggled with the snacks.

“I didn’t even want all this stuff Hoseok.” You giggled, taking some of the snacks off his hands.

“It doesn’t cost that much.” He bluffed.

Theatre three was empty, and Hoseok bought tickets to see a new horror film.

As the movie started, you guys picked at the snacks and it was obvious that there was no way you guys could finish it all.

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Cute Moments // Jay Park

Originally posted by anko-an

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary//Request: You do aegyo for the first time for Jay and he completely loses his mind over how adorable you are - requested by @13my-imaginary-world13

A/N: I lowkey live for fluffy Jay Park OH MY GOD


Sleeping over at Jay’s house had since become a regular occurrence since you had both started officially dating after many months of keeping things on the down-low for the sake of both of your careers. But now that everything was out in the open, you could come and go as little or a much as you liked – however you always chose the latter. No matter how busy you both got, Jay knew he could always rely on you already being in his bed late at night for him to crawl in beside so he could wrap his arms around you, snuggling up to and falling asleep with you.

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon. Both you and Jay had decided against going out together and doing something fun in the city and instead opted for a duvet day underneath a tonne of blankets on his plush sofa, right in front of his huge T.V as you both watched random shows on Netflix – mostly Jay picking out lame chick flicks for you both to watch and poke fun at.

After the third round of popcorn and gummy bears had been devoured, and the next cheesy rom-com being chosen by your lovely boyfriend, you nestled yourself in between his legs – resting your back against his firm chest as his arms tightly encased you while he gave you small, chaste kisses along your neckline.

“Jaaaaaay~ Stoooooop” you whined cutely, trying to pay attention to the movie before you felt Jay pout his lips against your nape in distaste behind you. You let a small chuckle pass your lips as you could feel his playful annoyance radiate from his body, turning yourself around to face him, straddling him as you did so.

“You’re so mean baby~ you won’t even let me give you my little kisses” he tiled his head as he continued to pout – talking in a cute baby type voice that made you giggle to no end.

“Oh my god, if only Simon and Gray could see you now~ I love that you only really do aegyo for me though” you nuzzled your nose against his, adoring the cute, boyish smile that took place on his soft, attractive features as he raised his hands, pressing them flush against your cheeks and squeezing them together.

“Yeah, but you’ve never even done aegyo for me once…not even before we started dating” he scoffed, moving your cheeks in all directions despite your protests for him to desist.

“Buh – I thot you din reary rike aegyo” you attempted to utter while he continued to puff your cheeks up, completely dying of laughter and gasping for air at the sounds that were coming out of your mouth and the look of your cheeks all squished together.

“Sorry baby – I can’t hear a word you’re saying , you’ll have to speak louder!” he almost doubled over, feeling tears of laughter beginning to fall from his eyes at how funny and adorable you looked, taking his hands away from your face to finally let you speak.

You cleared your throat as you shot him daggers “I SAID – I thought you didn’t really like aegyo…I didn’t know you wanted to see me do it for you?” you poked him in the middle of his chest before he caught you by your index finger and sticking it in his mouth and playfully biting on it – making you squeal and giggle in delight at how goofy he was acting in that moment.

“I don’t really…but I’m not gonna deny that I’ve thought about how fucking cute you would look and sound doing aegyo…calling me oppa and asking me to give you a kiss goodnight~” he bit his lip slightly before trying to hide his embarrassed smile – all the while you widened your eyes. “My boyfriend, big scary tattooed rapper guy…is being all soft and completely losing his shit over aegyo….” you internally died as he looked at you with his puppy dog eyes that he knew could get you to do absolutely anything for him – and he was so right.

You rolled your own eyes back at him “You want me to ask you for a kiss goodnight?” you whined before he nodded quickly, bouncing you up and down on his knees as he impatiently waited for you to grant his wish.

You sighed, putting your hands up to your cheeks and cupping them as you looked into his eyes, wiggling your butt before you said “Oppa…can you give me a kiss goodnight? I can’t sleep without it” as you pursed your lips together and watched nothing less than complete glee spread across your boyfriends stupid face.

“AHHHHHHH!” he squealed, shoving his face into the crook of your neck as both of his cheeks burned a bright, ruby red. You burst out laughing, not being able to deny how much you loved to see him become so rosy cheeked and shy, thanks to you. You pulled his head back, ruffling his bed-head hair, now taking your opportunity to grab his cheeks with both of your hands and squishing his face together.

“Man, I wish I could have recorded that…you shoulda seen your face!”

“Do it again and I might consider letting you” he chuckled, smiling at you before he kissed you softly, pulling you further up his lap. You could feel him smiling through the kiss – making you smile uncontrollably in turn as you leaned back, giving him one final kiss on his forehead before turning around to face the T.V again, enjoying the precious free time you had to spend with your boyfriend for the rest of the day.

Only you - Jay Park Scenario

Ugly, repulsive, unworthy, a freak. These words played a million times in your head. You felt broken and defeated, you just felt like giving up.

You’ve been trying to find the right outfit to wear to your boyfriend’s concert but you’ve come up blank. Nothing was coming out right and it frustrated you to no end. Defeated, you put on some sweats and crawled into bed, not wanting the world to see how you looked.

Jay, being the good boyfriend he was, was waiting for you down stairs so you guys could ride together. “Babe, what’s taking you so long? If it’s about your hair, just leave it curly.” Not getting a response, he wakes up the stairs into your shared room. He was shocked to see all of your clothes on the ground and you in a tight ball in the bed, wanting to shield yourself of the evils of the world.

“(Y/N), why aren’t you dressed? Are you not feeling okay?” He laid his warm hand across your forehead, checking to see if your had a fever. You rolled over to see his face properly. With tears rolling down your bunny checks and eyes blood shot, Jay immediately held you in his tatted arms. “Baby? What’s the matter, why are you crying?” He said as he wiped your tears away.

“Am I beautiful to you? Do you actually love me or are you using me for sex?” You whispered as you looked down at the blanket on top of you. “Where is this coming from? Of course you’re beautiful, even more than that. You are a goddess sent from heaven above. I love you more anything on this planet. Why are you asking such questions?” Jay said, shocked that you would even think like that.

Jay knew that you were your own woman and nobody could ever break the confidence you had built for yourself. So seeing you in such a state scared him. “Jay, you could have any girl you wanted, so why did you choose a fat girl who can’t even get recognition for being your woman just because of my skin color?” Jay would have never in a years would ever guess when he asked you what’s wrong that those words would leave your lips.

“You’re right, I could have any girl on the face of this earth and I chose you. I chose you because you’re smart, funny, down to earth. You put up with my shit, you’ve help me grow my company within a short amount of time, you baby me, you love me for who I am not because of what I do. And as for your skin, baby, you should have know that I’m in love with the coco. I love how when you get embarrassed, your checks get warm, I love that you have curly hair so that I could play in it, I love when you cook, I love your thighs, lord knows I love your ass. I love the way you talk about African American history, knowing what’s actually right about the government and how it treats people, baby I love you and it’s only you.”

No more words were needed to be said. You crawled into Jay’s lap and kissed him until you needed more air to breath. “ I love you Jay Park” “ I love you more (Y/N). Now get dressed, we’re going to be late.”

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Locked In // Jay Park

Originally posted by jaywalkerzz

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader

Genre: Fluff // Comedy

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: The reader is a focused higher up employee for AOMG and jay never really paid that much attention to her but after some sort of encounter he becomes totally smitten. Fluffy please :) 


“Can you make sure to have the campaign translated and sent to me before 10 tonight? I need to proofread it and make sure there are no mistakes in English before we send it off.” You said to your assistant, Lisa, as you packed up your bags for the day.

“Absolutely Miss (Y/N), I’ll get to it right now. When is our deadline?” she replied, typing on her laptop and looking up at you eagerly. You smiled, thinking back to when you were just like her – fresh faced and new to a big company.

“Deadline is tomorrow morning! Ahh, translation for promotion is stressful sometimes, right?” you chuckled, placing your hand on her shoulder and giving it a little squeeze. She let out a silent sigh and nodded her head in jest.

“Yes, but with you looking after me…it’s not so stressful”

You smiled at her kind hearted words, before waving her goodbye and stepping out of your office.

You’d been an AOMG employee for the past 4 years, starting off as someone who went and got people their coffee and lunch. Now, you were head of translation in the marketing and promotions division and you had 7 people working under you. You’d worked your ass off to get to the position you were in now. The pay was great and you couldn’t complain about the hours as they were flexible for you, and you got to talk to and converse with a lot of the talented acts that filled the ranks of AOMG – although you never really had the opportunity to have a proper conversation with the man himself; Jay Park. When it came to the relationship you had with him, it was purely business – only ever talking to him through email or his P.A when one of you had a query regarding your line of work. You couldn’t deny that he was beautiful, that you hadn’t wished before that you could be as friendly with him as everyone else seemed to be, but usually – when it came to the serious side of things; Jay was all work.

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What a Woman! // Jay Park

Originally posted by jaypark-alive

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Comedy, Fluff

Summary//Request: Your student sneaks out in the middle of the night to go to a club - you arrive to collect her and you meet Jay who becomes somewhat interested in you.


“That little bitch” you seethed behind your teeth after pulling the bed covers back on your student’s bed to reveal that she had yet again – snuck out after lights out.

“Okay! Everybody up, right now!” you shouted out, slamming your hand on the light switch and flooding the entire dorm with the bright, unforgiving light above you. All of your other medical students – already exhausted from their day, scrambled from underneath their covers to be met by you, their teacher, in your pyjama shorts and tank top with your face as red as a bull.

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{PART 3: Final} Betrayal // Jay Park

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Jay begs you to do what he deems is the right thing. Can you forgive someone for the most hurtful act of betrayal?

A/N: This is the last instalment of a small 3 part series! Thanks to everyone who messaged me and told me how much they enjoyed the first two parts. I hope this part lives up to the others excitement!

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3: Final}


“I can’t believe I’m doing this” you repeated to yourself over and over in your head as you tapped your foot impatiently underneath the restaurant table.

Against your better judgement, you decided that you had no other choice but to take Jay up on his offer to meet him for lunch the next day. Although you pretty much hated the ground he walked upon, even though you would rather drink an entire bottle of bleach than to have to be in his company for any longer than necessary; you knew that you had to tell him about your pregnancy - and you realised that as soon as you saw the look on his face when he met you in the supermarket. You had specifically arrived 30 minutes before you were due to meet Jay to try and talk yourself out of telling him he was the father of your unborn child, but the longer you sat at the reserved table – the more you knew that you had to do the right thing and let him know. No matter how much of a bad taste it left in your mouth, you had to have this talk with him and tell him your intentions for the child’s future – and how you planned for Jay to not have a single input in it.

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{PART 3} I Can Save You // Jay Park

Originally posted by huckleberryb

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader

Genre: Angst // Drama // Fluff // Smut {RATED MATURE}

Summary: Jay leaves the club despite wanting to take you with him. Key confronts you and you end up stumbling home and running into someone unexpected.

A/N: Please be aware that this scenario contains violent, physical abuse towards women, prositution, emotional abuse and threats.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4}


Upon leaving the room, Jay bounced down the stairs two at a time before opening the door that lead back into the club. He wanted nothing more than to drag you out there with him – but the most infuriating thing was; he didn’t know why. It’s not like he hadn’t been to strip clubs before to “enjoy himself”. He had met hundreds of girls who were just like you, but there was something about you that made him feel so defensive and defenceless all at the same time. It’s not that you needed saving, but he wanted to save you anyway. Jay walked quickly back over to the table were Simon and Loco were still fully involving themselves with the delights of Pixie and Sugar, but he was interrupted by a mysterious hand on the small of his back, making him almost jump out of his skin unexpectedly.

“Excuse me Sir, may I ask if there’s a problem?”

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{Part 8} I Can Save You // Jay Park

Originally posted by parkjaebums

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Fluff // Drama

Summary: After some long awaited good news, you receive a call from a very prepared Jay, standing outside your window.

This chapter contains slight mentions of whorephobia.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6}{Part 7} {Part 8} {Part 9}


You went to bed that night with a mixture of turmoil and relief settled in your stomach; worrying about the rational and irrational thoughts that clouded your mind and made thinking about anything almost near impossible. You knew that you had made the right decision for everyone involved, but you were naturally a very doubtful person – you always had been.

And then, there was Jay. Jay Park; who had walked into your life and completely turned it upside down - for better and occasionally worse, but no one on planet earth was perfect after all. What was it about him that made you feel so comfortable? It was like you had known him your entire life – neither of you really needing to say much to the other to understand the feeling in the air around you. Did he have that affect on everyone he met? Or was it just you?

You tossed and turned, before you eventually fell asleep.

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{Part 5} I Can Save You // Jay Park

Originally posted by mapleofrph

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Drama // Angst

Summary: Jay gets a long awaited phone call from the person who he’s most worried about.

This scenario contains slight mentions of abuse and manipulative behaviour.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6}


For the next few days, you hardly even left your bed other than to use the bathroom or to sit down with your family for a meal. Even at that, you didn’t really have much of an appetite. You felt like a wounded lioness – hurt from the hunt while still trying to protect her family.

Key had called you once, asking you how you were and acting like nothing was wrong – like he didn’t cause you severe physical pain and make serious threats against you and your family.

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{Part 7} I Can Save You // Jay Park

Originally posted by ygnj

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Angst // Fluff

Summary:After talking with Ashley, Jay gives tyou a ride home, but not before he makes a quick stop at AOMG - showing you his world.

This scenario contains slight mentions of abuse and manipulative behaviour - talks about whorephobia and stigma.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6} {Part 7} {Part 8}


The next few hours were spent with Jay and Ashley – you giving as much information on Key as possible while Ashley diligently took notes while offering you encouragement for the brave act that was speaking out against someone who abused you and other women around you for too long. You were scared, but you were also stronger than anything he had ever done or put you through. Jay watched you speak from across the table, looking into the ferocity that burned in your eyes as you dissected each and every missing detail of Key that the authorities couldn’t place their finger on before.

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