Summary//Request: Based on Jay Park’s lyrics from his song ‘Stay With Me’. Jay thinks you deserve more than him after he’s forced to cancel spending time with you on your birthday. But, you show him that none of that matters to you - that you’ll always stay with him, no matter what.
Note; not rated M for mature, but includes some suggestive scenes.
Jay Park & Dean Reaction to: You Always Falling Asleep to Their Heartbeat
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Jay: “Aww, aren’t you so cute?” But he only does this in private, not actually wanting to embarrass or possibly humiliate you. All he wants to do is tease his cute s/o. The moment feels so intimate, having you cradled in his arms as you drift off to the sound of his heart.
“It’s beating only for you,” he’ll say, cringing from the cheesiness but meaning every word.
Dean: Won’t comment on it. He picked up on it a few weeks into the relationship and finds it to be such a simple and loving concept. He feels like you must trust and adore him very much and his stomach does tumbles when he thinks about it. He loves stroking your hair as your breathing slows, ear pressed to his chest. These are the times when his best song ideas and lyrics come to him; all of it inspired by you.
Every morning you had the same routine. You’d wake up, roll on your side and instantly check your social media. Just like every other millennial. You’d play through all of the snapchat stories that accumulated while you were sleeping. Most of your friends that didn’t have work, turning up the night before.
The noise seemed to of woken up your boyfriend and he rolled closer to you cuddling against your side, and join you in watching your snapchat stories.
“Mornin’” Jay grinned kissing your bare shoulder.
“Morning.” you leaned your head on his, snuggling him. You snapped a photo once, you got the filter to finally focus on Jay’s face. “Perfect~” and you instantly sent it to Loco.
“What the hell is this?” He sat up grabbing your phone and pointed to the gold heart near Hyukwoo’s name.
You laughed at just how quickly he was able to brush off sleep. “It’s a heart?” you raised a brow trying to figure out what in the world was wrong with your boyfriend. “Hyukwoo’s my snapchat bestie.”
You were getting ready to go watch Jay perform at a club here in Hongdae. It had been awhile since he’d performed locally and you were as giddy as a young child. You hadn’t seen him perform in so long that you’d almost forgotten how he sounded live, so you were in no way going to pass up this rare opportunity. Jay always figured you didn’t want to see him live while he was in town because you had never brought it up in conversation with him, but the truth is, you wanted to surprise him. It was a secret that you were going so you didn’t tell anyone that could possibly be able to tell Jay. You liked surprising him and he absolutely loved when you surprised him. It seemed to make him happy, so why not?
You put on something simple: just a plain black tee and a pair of faded blue jeans with a messy bun to go along and a pair of old gray boots. He thought you looked your most beautiful when you didn’t dress up anyway, and truth be told, you didn’t want a bunch of drunk, horny guys hitting on you and trying to get laid while you were there to see your boyfriend.
You hurriedly got ready putting on a light pink eye shadow, one layer of black mascara, and a soft lip balm. Considering you had a little time to kill before you had to leave, you contemplated posting a photo on twitter or Instagram but decided against it not wanting to risk getting caught trying to surprise him.
You slipped out the door of your’s and Jay’s apartment while trying to put your boots on, making sure the door clicked so you knew it was securely locked.
You were already shaking with nerves as you pulled up to the club, smiling broadly and shaking your head in your hands trying to hopefully calm the violently fluttering butterflies within your stomach. You gave your cash to the cab driver and stepped out of the car.
Walking into the club, you handed your ticket to the bouncer outside and stepped inside the already crowded room. Of course the first thing you did was make your way over to the bar to order a drink because you knew that your nerves would control you for the rest of the night if you didn’t. Jay had already started performing with some others from AOMG, which was intentional. You didn’t want him to see you before the show. You wanted to enjoy the show and not have him worry about you while he was working.
Jay Park smut where you are a tough kind of girl and you meet jay in a
club and he is intrigued by your attitude and you eventually hook up.
A/N: Please note that this scenario contains:one night stand sex, squirtingand general naughty stuff ^_^
After being in a dead end relationship for the past 4 years,
tonight you were finally ready to reclaim yourself as a single woman and
celebrate that. For too long, you had felt like you had become a shell of
yourself – your ex being your childhood sweetheart and being the only person
you had ever been sexually intimate with. You had completely revamped not only
your looks – but you slowly began to become the tough, fearless girl that you
knew you once were.
You looked stunning from head to toe. Your hair looked,
smelled and felt like heaven; while any gained weight from the comfort of your
previous relationship was dropped – and you felt damn good in your little black dress and high heels; donning a
thong and no bra as your dress was so tight that it didn’t need it. You felt
the sexiest that you had ever felt, and you were on your way to one of the best
clubs in Seoul with your girlfriends for a night of intended debauchery and
After waiting in line and showing your ID’s, you were
finally able to enter the club. The music along with the atmosphere was booming
as the club quickly began filling up and drinks started to be consumed. You
ordered a vodka and redbull along with a Corona – starting off as you were
meaning to go on, as you sat down around the table with your friends. The club
itself was bourgie, high class and was always filled on the nights that it
opened as it also attracted some of south Koreas hottest and finest
You were having the time of your life, laughing and talking
with your friends, feeling the effects of the alcohol begin to take over your
body as you threw back drink after drink. After finishing the one you had in
your hand, you decided to get up and go over to the bar to order yourself
another – even though the guys that had made their way over to your table had insisted
on doing it for you, you had told them that you really didn’t need a man to do
your legwork for you – that you were a big girl and you can handle walking a
few metres to get your alcohol yourself, to which they smirked and probably
thought that you were some kind of stuck up bitch; but you couldn’t care less
about what they thought about you. You toddled over to the bar, shimmying
yourself between the group of guys that were standing around it and placing
your hands on the counter.
“Can I get a whiskey – on the rocks please?” you said
sweetly, looking into the barman’s face as he smiled at your request.
“Going hard tonight then, Miss?” he replied as he poured out
your drink into a small tumbler over ice.
“Damn right I am” you replied, giving him a cheeky wink as
he placed the glass on the bar. Just as you were about to hand over your money,
you seen a heavily tattooed arm from your left reach over, gently placing money
down on the counter. You swerved your eyes over, following the trail of tattoos
to eventually be met by someone who you wouldn’t have been able to mistake from
a mile away. The arm just to happened to belong to Jay Park, famous rapper and
creator of the record label AOMG. You looked at him, becoming star-struck for a
few seconds as he smiled at you slowly, raising his eyebrows and studying your
facial expressions as the barman looked on.
“The lady’s drink is on me” Jay purred, giving the barman a
sideways glace as he took his hand back and rested it on the counter. You
scoffed through your teeth, taking the money that you had in your hand and
placing it into the barman’s hand.
“The lady prefers to pay for her own drinks herself, here
you go” you said to him politely, watching him smile as he took the money from
you. You looked back at Jay to see him beaming a smile at you, noticing now
that the people who you had previously slid your way through were some of the
guys from AOMG – Simon, Loco Cha Cha; and of course, Jay.
“Do you always offer to pay for strangers drinks? Or is this
just your good deed for the year?” you asked coyly as you sipped on the whiskey,
feeling it warm your throat as it went down into your belly. Jay chuckled,
staring at you intensely and never taking his eyes off you. You had heard he
had a reputation for being a “player” – it was no secret that he was of course
attractive, you found his tattoos to add to his charm and of course, he looked
after his body too. But that wasn’t enough to make you fall for his tacky ‘paying
for your drink’ move that he just pulled.
“I don’t do it too often; but when I do, usually I’m not
refused.” He chuckled at you, shifting his weight from his feet and tilting his
head back a little. He was intrigued by you – usually girls were all over him,
so why were you different?
“Well there you go then, there’s a first time for everything”
you said as you flashed him a small smile and turning to walk away. As you did,
he gently reached out to you, taking a light grasp on your shoulder as he
stopped you in your tracks.
“Wait, you don’t know who I am? You’re not even gonna
introduce yourself?” he asked you, a look of shock sweeping over his attractive
face – his features striking and his eyes alluring.
“Oh I know who you are. But you’re gonna have to try a
little harder to get what you want, Jay” you said teasingly, before shrugging
his hand off and giving your best walk back to your girlfriends, letting him
have a clear view of your ass in the tight dress as you did. Jay sat watching after
you, as Simon slung his arm around him and chuckled dryly.
“Damn, she got you good son. Has Jay Park met his match?” he
said loudly over the music as the rest of the guys shared knowing glances
between themselves. Jay lay back against the counter, gripping his bottle of
beer and watching you from across the club as you sat with your friends,
completely ignoring him and his entire existence. You knew it hurt his ego –
but you were always a push and pull kind of gal; you weren’t going to give it
to him that easy.
Before long, you and your girls were finally drunk enough to
join the masses on the dance floor. As you began dancing and giggling with your
friends, Jay Parks song “You Know” came on in the club – the sexy and sultry
beat filling your ears as you swayed back and forth to the beat, moving your
hips slowly and running your hands through your hair. It was then you felt two
hands snake around your body, over your stomach and down towards your hips. You
jumped slightly at the sudden contact, before turning your head around to see
Jay, pulling you closer towards his body as he moved in time to the beat with
you. You turned around, still dancing with him as you leaned in towards him.
“You’re really not going to give up, huh?” you purred into
his ear, your voice soft and velvety. Jay could smell the liquor on your breath
along with the smell of your floral perfume filling his nostrils as he put his
hands on you once again.
“What do you take me for? You’re interesting. What’s your
name?” he said back, dying to know who you were as if you were some kind of
“(Y/N). My name is (Y/N).” You replied, not touching him
once as you ran your hands up and down your own body as the strobe lights
flickered. Jay said your name over in his head as he caught glimpses of your
drunken face, your head tilted back with your eyes closed as you felt your body
becoming absorbed by the heavy bass of his song. It was then you pushed him
back, smiling at him and backing away, never taking your eyes off him as you
slowly moved through the crowd. Jay followed you in a trance as time seemed to
slow down, the alcohol swarming through his veins and edging him on even more
as he watched you present a ‘come hither’ motion with your finger. Simon and
Loco watched from the bar as they couldn’t believe how you – who Jay had only
met tonight; had gotten him so wrapped around your little finger that he was
now following you like a little puppy.
You continued walking through the crowd, coming to the edge
of the dance floor to a more quiet part of the club, not even looking back as
you knew that Jay was following you. You stopped upon approaching the wall,
reaching your hand behind your head and pulling your hair around, exposing your
neck. You looked over your shoulder to see Jay, staring at your womanly frame,
practically undressing you with his eyes as he felt his member suddenly twitch
gently, getting harder at his explicit thoughts of you. He walked closer,
before you turned around and backed yourself up against the wall as he trapped you
between it, his mouth lingering over yours as you caught glimpses of his toned
body through the dim and sultry lights of the club. Jay kept his eyes on you as
he ran his hands over your sides, feeling the soft, thin fabric brush against
his palms as he ghosted them over your breasts, feeling your nipples harden as
you had no bra on, making him smirk slightly.
“No bra? Aren’t you a naughty girl” he whispered, his voice
soft and delicate but well controlled as you giggled, music to his ears as he
pressed his body against yours, letting you feel his hard manhood on your lower
abdomen. You began feeling the space between your legs soak your thong as you
imagined how he would feel in side you, his hands gripping your ass as you let
him take you in the most animalistic way possible. You placed a finger on his
lips, looking into his eyes which were filled with nothing but pure lust and
“Not here” you moaned gently, further enticing him as he
looked to the side and spotted the back entrance which he knew had a hallway
which was always empty.
“Over there” he said, taking your hand and whisking you away
to the side door, the both of you slipping out unnoticed.
As soon as you were out of view, you slammed Jay against the
wall and began kissing him roughly, both shocking him and turning him on beyond
belief. It was the first time he had met a girl who took such control as you
did, but at the same time you were vulnerable in so many ways too. You pressed
your chest against his, reaching your hand down and palming his clothed core,
making him groan into your mouth as he fed your ego. You pressed harder,
dominating the kiss as you took what you wanted, almost feeling him tremble
from your touch as he gripped your body close to his. You ran your hands up and
underneath his shirt, feeling his hard abs against your fingertips before
pulling the shirt up and over his body and placing your lips on his neck,
leaving small pink and purple galaxies in your wake. Jay relished in the
feeling of your teeth grazing his skin as he slipped his hands down and slid
them under your dress, pushing your legs apart and placing his hands over your
soft, clothed mound, feeling how wet you were.
“You’re so wet already, fuck” he growled in your ear, as you
stopped your attack on him, letting him take over as he switched places with
you, this time your back being against the wall and letting Jay have his way.
He continued to kiss you, occasionally biting your lip while he hiked your
dress up over your ass and hooked his finger under the small fabric of your
thong, running his fingers gently through your fold and spreading your juices
up towards your clit, massaging it gently as he elicited soft, breath mewls
from you as you panted into his mouth. He pulled back, watching your face as he
slid his middle finger inside of you, feeling your walls grip it tightly as he
began to pump you at a fast speed; knuckle deep. You gripped his arm as you
tensed your entire body against him, watching his eyes bare into your soul as
you let small moans fall from your mouth.
“Do you have a condom?” you managed to let out in between
“Back pocket baby” he cooed into your face, enjoying
watching you unravel underneath him. You slipped you hand around into his
pocket, feeling the small foil packaging before placing it in your mouth and reaching
down to his jeans and almost ripping the buttons clean off them. Jay removed
his finger from inside of you, sliding it into his mouth as he lapped your
juices up – making you whimper at the sight of him.
“You taste so good, mmh” he moaned teasingly, but you had
had enough. You pulled his jeans and boxers down in one go, watching his member
spring free. He was average size, but you were surprised at how thick he was as
you now imagined him filing you to the brim and stretching you out, making your
arousal almost unbearable as he stepped out of his garments and began pumping himself
slowly. As you tore open the packet and began to roll it onto his hard cock, he
gripped your breasts through the thin material of your dress, kneading them and
pinching your nipples, making your body judder at the over stimulation. Jay
checked that the condom was on securely, before pressing you back firmly up
against the wall and placing his hands around your thighs below your ass and
hoisting you into the air. You primitively wrapped your legs around him and gripped
his shoulders as he guided himself into the entrance of your sopping sex. You
both let out long, drawn out moans as he slid his member deep into your core,
feeling every inch of him fill you up. He fitted you like a glove as he began
to move deeper and harder, ramming you against the wall as you panted into his
“Fuck you feel amazing baby, ohhh shit” Jay groaned,
shutting his eyes closed tight and breathing harder and heavier with every
thrust, his hips rolling into yours while gripping your thighs for dear life –
so hard that you were sure he would leave nice little marks for you the next
morning. You put your arms under his shoulders and began dragging your nails down
his back, making him hiss and that contact and ram into you harder – reaching your
little spot of heaven deep within you every time. It was then you felt Jay’s
member begin to twitch inside of you, filling the condom with his seed as his
orgasm began to wash over him. He moaned your name, but you couldn’t help feel
hard done by. At least with your ex, he always to bring you to your end first
before he let himself become undone. You rolled your eyes as Jay began to slow
down and let you drop to the floor, rolling the soiled condom off himself and
tying it before placing it on the ground.
Just as you sighed and began pulling your dress down over
your legs, you felt Jays hand grab the back of your hair and bend you over the
large crate that sat beside the both of you.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he growled into
your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you felt beads of sweat begin to
form on your forehead. He gripped your hair harder, learning over your back as
you let out a whimper, squirming underneath him and spreading your legs
further. Jay moved back, getting down on his knees and observing your open
holes and he spread your ass cheeks and running the flat of his tongue over
both of your openings, making you moan in both shock and pleasure.
“That’s it (Y/N), moan for me. Let me hear your voice baby”
he hummed into your soft skin, before moving your body back towards him,
granting him more access to all of you as he attacked your clit with his
tongue, rubbing it back and forward and drinking you down. Without any warning,
he slammed two of his fingers inside of you, producing lewd sounds that filled
the air along with your uncontrollable moaning as your legs began to shake from
his penetration. It all became too much as you felt something that you had
never felt before. Complete ecstasy built itself up in parts of you that you didn’t
know existed, as you tried to hold it back for the fear of the unknown.
“Let go baby, it feels good right? Just let it go” Jay said
reassuringly as he put all of his strength from his arm, pumping into you at an
alarming rate. Upon hearing his words, you let your body relax as much as it
could, before feeling your orgasm hit you like a 3 tonne truck. You couldn’t
stop the screams that fell from your mouth as you felt yourself squirting over
Jay’s hand has he continued to pump you and make you ride out your intense
“That’s it baby, fuck you’re so sexy, good girl” he moaned,
encouraging you and making you feel less embarrassed as your sweet nectar dripped
down your thighs and his arm. He slowed down with your body naturally, as the
convulsions of your orgasm came to a slow and steady stop, before he stood up
and pulled you back into his arms, looking at your fucked out, post orgasm
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he said seriously,
looking into your eyes with concern. You let out a small chuckle, putting your
arms around him as he lifted you up to sit on the crate to get you off your
feet in fear you would collapse.
“Yes…I’m fine but…that’s the first time that I
ever…uhm…you know” you replied sheepishly, your cheeks turning red as Jay
couldn’t help but find you completely adorable as he rested his forehead
against yours, smiling and looking into your eyes.
“I bet there’s a lot of things you haven’t ever done, hmm?”
his voice as soft, but sensual as you ran your hands along his body, a little
damp from sweat. Jay kissed your forehead, before leaning back and retrieving
his clothes before getting dressed and returning between your legs, smiling at
you devilishly with his cheeky grin.
“What?” you giggled, cocking your head to the side and
wondering what was on his mind. Jay placed his hands on your hips once more,
before leaning into your ear and making you bite your lip and widen your eyes at his
words, his tone laced with lust and desire.
“Why don’t you come home with me and I can show you all the
things you’ve never done before?”
Requested Prompt; Jay was also requested to have a scenario based on the song Your Love by Elo ft The Quiett.
Jay and you have been dating for about three years now. For those three years most of your relationship was amazing, but every couple has their faults.
Jay was known to flirt with other girls while the two of you were dating. Even when you guys would be together, his eyes would wander to other girls that were around. It made you always second guess yourself, and question whether or not he actually loved you.
Every time you brought your concerns up with him, he would either wave them off as you being paranoid, or he would get upset and the two of you would get into an argument. Which lead to one of you leaving the apartment so both of you could cool down.
You didn’t know how to approach him about how you feel, and it was causing you to pull away from him.
The relationship you once knew was slowly falling apart right before you, and you didn’t know how to fix it, because you didn’t know how you could approach Jay.
You looked down at your coffee as you thought about what to do about your relationship. You really wanted things to work out between Jay and you, because you loved him with all your heart. But your heart could only take so much. Maybe it was time to start seeing other people.
Your heart hurt at the thought of seeing someone other than Jay, but maybe it really was for the best.
You sighed as you got up from the table to dumb your now cold coffee down the sink. You didn’t want to be thinking like this, you loved Jay.
Maybe a night out away from Jay could help you come to a clear decision.
You looked at your clock, you still had about three hours left before any of your friends were off of work. You bit your lip in thought of what you could do for those three hours.
“Maybe I could go out for lunch?” You thought to yourself. “It could pass a lot of time.” You decided.
You walked to your bedroom to change into something a little more presentable. You looked through your closet before deciding on a pair of dark blue jeans and a cute long sleeve shirt. Then walking to your mirror in your bedroom you started to do your makeup.
After about twenty minutes, you were satisfied with how you looked. Smiling to yourself you stood up heading towards the front door. You grabbed a jacket, your keys and slipped on some vans.
You locked your apartment door, and headed towards your car. You got into your car and drove in the direction of your favourite restaurant. It was one of the first restaurants that Jay took you too. It was a family orientated restaurant, and that’s what you loved about it. It felt like home.
You got there in about fifteen minutes. Turning the ignition off, you got out of your car.
As you walked into the restaurant a little bell rang signaling that someone had entered.
You found a booth that was near the front of the store and sat down. As you waited for your waiter, all of these memories of you and Jay came back to your mind. “Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea.” You laughed at yourself.
You smiled as a waiter came to your table. You couldn’t deny that he was pretty cute.
“Hello my name is Joon, I’ll be your server today. Can I get you something to drink to start off?” He asked you.
You bit your lip in thought. “Um I’ll have just some orange juice please.” You said as you smiled back at him.
“Sure thing! I’ll be back with your drink.” He said as walked away.
You couldn’t help but stare at him. He really was cute, but he still didn’t really compare to Jay. “Maybe nobody can compare to him.” You sighed.
As Joon came back with your drink, the bell rang again. Unconsciously you turned at the sound, and your heart sunk at what you saw. It was Jay, and a girl.
As you kept staring the rest of AOMG came through the door, but that didn’t really register with you.
All you could think about was Jay and the really pretty girl at his side.
You quickly turned so your back was facing them. Just as you were about to leave Joon came back to your table.
“Here you go! Are you ready to order?” He asked you.
You looked up at him, and gave him a small smile. “I-I don’t really know if I’ll be staying anymore. I just saw something that I really didn’t want to see.” You told him softly.
Joon looked at you with a worried expression. “Are you okay?” He asked you.
You looked down at the table. “I-I don’t know.” You mumbled.
Joon quickly sat down on the other side of the booth. “What’s wrong err sorry I don’t know your name.” He said sheepishly.
You couldn’t help but smile at that. “My name is y/n.” You told him.
Joon smiled. “That’s a really pretty name. Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” He asked you.
You looked up at him and bit your lip. “The people that just walked in, well one of them is my boyfriend, and he’s with a girl. We’ve been having problems lately, and I guess he’s finally had enough of me.” You told him as you gave a soft laugh.
Joon looked over at the group of people that just walked through the door, to find someone staring right back at him. “Is your boyfriend covered in tattoos, and have really piercing eyes?” He asked you.
You slowly nodded. “Yes? Why?"
Joon looked over at you and smiled. "Well he’s kind of shooting daggers at me right now.” He told you.
Your eyes widened. “What?” You asked as you turned to look at Jay. True to Joon’s word, Jay was glaring at him really intensely. As you looked over at Jay, both of your eyes met.
Jay frowned at you in confusion. Probably wondering why you were sitting with some random guy, at the restaurant you two loved.
You looked away, and sighed. “I’m so sorry Joon, I didn’t mean for you to get involved. I’m just going to head back home, but I really enjoyed talking to you.” You told him as you stood up.
You smiled at him once again before making your way to the front door. As you were heading out of the door, a hand grabbed your wrist. You turned to see who it was, and it was Joon.
He shoved a piece of paper into your hand.
“It’s my number. Don’t worry, I’m not hitting on you or anything, but if you need to talk call me okay?” He told you as he squeezed your hand. “Besides, I don’t really go for girls.” He whispered as he winked at you.
You laughed. “Thank you Joon. I’ll be sure to call you!” You told him as you pulled away, and left the restaurant.
You quickly walked to your car and got in. Just as you were going to start the car, someone knocked on your window. You jumped in surprise. You turned to look out your window, and it was none other than your boyfriend Jay.
"Y/N we need to talk.“ He told you as he went to open your door, but you quickly locked it. That didn’t amuse Jay too much. "Y/N I’m serious, we need to talk.” He said as he tried to open your door again.
You looked at him. “Why were you with her?” You asked him. Jay looked a little taken aback by your question.
“Y/N she’s part of AOMG. All of us were going out for lunch, and it was my turn to choose where we go. I couldn’t think of any other place except here.” He told you as he tried your door again.
“Please y/n just open the door so we can talk. Please.” He begged.
You bit your lip as you stared at your lap. You slowly unlocked your door.
When Jay heard the click of the lock he immediately opened your door. He gently grabbed your face causing you to look at him.
“Y/N I would never betray you like that.” He told you. “I-I know we haven’t really been in a great place lately.” He sighed. “You know I can tell when you have something you want to talk about. I should’ve just talked with you about your worries, but I was scared about what you wanted to talk about.” He said truthfully. “I was scared you wanted to break up.” He mumbled.
Your eyes widened slightly. In a way he had the same worries as you. “I-I thought you didn’t want me anymore since you were always looking at other girls.” You told him.
Jay quickly shook his head. “Babe no, that’s not true. I love you. Only you. I know I’ve been a shit boyfriend, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. Just please don’t end things between us.” He said as he gently rubbed your cheek.
You smiled. “Jay I love you.” You told him softly causing him to smile.
He leaned in and gave you a kiss.
“I love you to baby.” He mumbled against your lips. He pulled back slightly. “So can we talk about this guy at the restaurant?” He asked you.
You laughed. “He’s just a friend. Trust me I’m not his type.” You told Jay as you smiled at him.
Jay looked confused. “You’d be anyone’s type.” He told you as he winked at you.
You rolled your eyes, and playfully pushed him away. “Whatever.” You said as you stuck your tongue out at him.
Jay laughed, leaned in and kissed you. “I love you y/n never forget that. I need you in my life.” He whispered to you.
"I need you in mine too Jay.“ You whispered back against his lips.
Both of you needed each other to be happy in your lives.
*Thank you for requesting this scenario! I really hope you enjoy this scenario as much as you enjoyed the Simon D one! Thank you for being patient with me as well lol! If any of you guys have requests don’t be afraid to ask! I’d be happy to do them! :)*
Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Warnings/tags: Past abuse, Blood, Mafia!reader, Mafia!Namjoon, Older brother!Namjoon, DogHybrid!Jimin, fighting, slow burn, general angst, eventual hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, eventual smut.
A/N: Hey guys I know it’s been a while! sorry I’ve been a bit swamped with personal shit and work and school. This is based on an AU that I wrote posted Here - BUT DO NOT READ THAT UNLESS YOU WANT SOME SPOILERS, this is just going to be a more detailed version of that, however, there will be some differences in the ending.
“Joon I swear I’m fine.” You said as you watched your brother pace back and forth in his lavish study. There were ware lines on the carpet in the pattern of his track- and you wonder how many hours he’s spent total worrying and pacing in this room. Your thighs suck uncomfortably to the leather sofa- though not because you were sweaty. Your own blood stained your clothes and dripped steadily down your body onto the sofa and the red carpet. Your brother’s medic and second, Seokjin sat to your left- delicately suturing and bandaging your arm as gently as he could.
The flat screen TV buzzed softly against the wall, “Unknown shooter at Coex plaza- none known injured, the story at midnight,” a news castor said. No one injured- accept for you, but the media didn’t know that and never would. Namjoon had already had someone steal the surveillance tapes to hide your identity and You both knew that you were the assassin’s only target.
They hadn’t been successful- all you had to show was a graze from a single bullet- deep but to be honest it hurt less then it should have. Probably because you were a little hopped up on painkillers; you could barely feel Seokjin’s needle as he sutured your arm closed.
He sat next to you- his medical kit spread around you- his head down waiting for your brother- his boss’s wrath to be turned towards him. “It is not fine y/n and don’t you dare try to say it is.” Your brother dragged his hands through his silver hair. “Why didn’t you notice them following you sooner?” Namjoon directed at Jin quietly. His anger barely leashed.
It was Seokjin’s job to protect you whenever you left the gang compound, and today you had gone shopping in Seoul’s busiest mall: Coex plaza. The only thing stopping Namjoon from throttling Jin was the fact that Jin had practically been raised as your second brother. Jin’s father had been your fathers second, like Namjoon, he had inherited the position.
The shot had rung out just as you turned and by some luck, the bullet had hit your arm and not your chest. It wasn’t the first time someone had made an attempt on your life- and to be honest- the members of Namjoon’s inner circle had gotten much worse in recent past.
Taehyung was currently resting up in an actual hospital after the idiot decided to jump from a bridge in an effort to evade a rival gang- which had worked- but left him with a broken wrist and several broken ribs.
“It’s not his fault- you wouldn’t have been able to pick the shooter out of a crowd that large either.” You argued, coming to Jin’s rescue.
“You’re right- I wouldn’t have let you go in the first place.” You swallowed, meeting your brothers’ glare with a look equally as stalwart.
“Try that next time and you’ll see how well it works out,” you threatened as Seokjin started to wrap your arm with gauze. Even Seokjin flinched at your words.
“Y/n” Seokjin warned, but Namjoon held up a hand to silence him. You where the only one who could talk to Namjoon that way. You were each other’s only family left. Your parents long since killed because of your father’s business- a business which Namjoon had inherited as the oldest.
your brother was the leader of the largest mafia in Seoul- Bangtan. Bangtan had started as just a gang lead by your father and had grown under Namjoon’s intellect. Now it was something that had never been seen before in South Korea- with a territory that consumed half the city and ears all the way to Busan. But just because he was the kingpin didn’t mean he didn’t have enemies- quiet the opposite. Today’s attempt on your life was just one of many that had haunted you both in the last year.
One of the other gangs- the royal sevens, had been trying to take away your brother’s power since the first day he had taken the throne- them along with your rivals- the X’s. We’re giving you more than a few headaches.
A gang war was brewing; everyone knew it. The evidence was clear in the bags under Namjoon’s eyes. And you wondered how many days it had been since he had gotten a good nights sleep. And with Taehyung out of commission momentarily, and the members of his inner circle reduced to 4- Jin could be spared even less frequently to take you too and from your college classes and you couldn’t leave the compound unsupervised.
“What do you expect me to do y/n? Don’t you realize how much it hurts me too see you hurt because of me? You won’t stay where we can keep you safe and you won’t let me send you out of the city so what do you want me to do?”
“I’m not leaving, Namjoon.” your voice was thick with emotion, the words barely a whisper. Namjoon leveled you with a dangerous look, his eyes flashing, in anger and confliction.
Namjoon turned to Seokjin “leave.” He commanded. Seokjin was quick to exit the office- giving you a thankful look as he closed the door behind him.
Namjoon sat down next to you, ignoring your blood that stained his expensive slacks- someone would be in to clean his study later. It wasn’t the first time blood had been removed from the walls or the floor.
Namjoon probably had 5 other pairs of slacks exactly like those- but because you where his sister- his pride and joy- the sight unnerved him. He took your arm gently- letting you flex it this way and that and establishing whether or not there was any lasting damage- there wasn’t- you could tell it wasn’t deep.
“Well find a solution, I promise, I just want you to have a normal life.”
“I don’t want a normal life if you’re not in it,” you said softly. Your love for your brother was deep- after all, he had practically raised you after your parents died. “Is the solution a war?” You asked quietly , he signed.
“We won’t know that until one starts and ends.”
“I don’t want there to be a war,” you said even softer.
“I know- but it’s likely unavoidable.” You both knew that the only way to survive a war was to come out on top. The last one had happened when you where just a child- Namjoon was nearly a decade older than you-you barely 7 when your parents were killed- and Namjoon just a young man when he had come into power. You had both survived the gang war- but only barely, you still had the small scars on your palms from the night your parents died. You shivered at the memory.
“If you would only go to school in Busan- we could transfer you to another college- one just as good- and there you’d be safer- now wouldn’t be a terrible time for you to study abroad either- America is nearly as safe-”
“My English is terrible and you know it.” Namjoon grinned- fondly recalling the memory of him trying to teach you when you were in middle school- and how badly that had gone.
“I need you safe y/n. please- if we can’t find a solution just think about it.”
You swallowed, letting your head rest on your brother’s shoulder. “Alright.” You said letting sleep and the painkillers pull you down. He picked you up from the couch careful not to brush your arm and took you to your bedroom, tucking you into bed like he used to when you were a child.
But you weren’t a child anymore- and hadn’t been in a while. Soon he knew you would want something more then the claustrophobic life he had to offer you- a life that would land you in an early grave if he didn’t fix the world around you and make it safer.
Namjoon pressed a kiss to the top of your head. For you, he would do anything- even if it meant burning down the current world to forge a new one.
Jimin pressed his bleeding knuckles to the cold dirty concrete of his cell. He was torn between keeping his cuts clean and soothing his bruised hands and body- but at the moment the need for comfort was greater than his need to feel safe. If dirt got in his knuckles there was a chance they could get infected- and a chance that his punches would be slower.
His master wanted his only drive to be to keep his strong hybrid body alive- but after tonight he was simultaneously lit with pride and also couldn’t find it in him to care that he was endangering his wellbeing.
Jimin couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t been fighting- or been training for fighting. Before he had come to live with his current master he had spent his adolescence learning to fight- and it seemed today- today had been the culmination of those efforts and the point of his entire life.
The kennels where he and his kind where kept smelled like blood, sweat, fear, and adrenaline. His usual kennel mate was missing- maybe he was being punished- maybe he had died in tonight’s fight ( it wouldn’t be the first time that had happened). Jimin had never learned his name. It wasn’t worth it- not when it was likely that his master would force Jimin to fight and maybe kill the hybrid later. None of the hybrids talked to each other because doing so was usually grounds for punishment.
Until today he had been just another one of the many hybrids apart of the underground fighting ring. His master was one of the more notable ones, out of his kennels came the best fighters- and every hybrid, master, and ringleader knew it. Every weekend his master would take his few best fighters to the fighting rings and every week Jimin would win- earning his master more money than seemed legal- of course, Jimin knew that none of it was. Then he would spend the next week recovering and training.
Only to go through it all again next week.
Jimin had never lost a fight against another hybrid or human (though he didn’t fight humans often- and only when his master told him too). And tonight he had finally beat the reigning champion-a wolf hybrid named Taeyang. Who had held the title for nearly 2 years.
But it hadn’t felt good to defeat him- to outsmart him, it never did.
Jimin was already the underdog in the fight- he was purebred German Shepard, and therefore was physically smaller than the lumbering Taeyang. But where he had lacked in strength he had made up for in speed and intelligence. Jimin had thought it through all week, knowing he’d have to run Yang ragged to stand a chance. Jimin had only stopped before killing him because his master had commanded he stop after the ringleader declared the fight won by Jimin.
Jimin was the only one left standing. And as much as he hated it- as much as he felt pity for Taeyang- who was knocked out but barely breathing- relief clung to his bones. He had survived another week. Survived another fight.
The hundred or so humans around the fighting ring shouted- some in dismay and others in joy. He wondered how much money had been bet on him tonight. Some of the people shouted at Jimin to kill his opponent and establish himself as the alpha.
Every person in the hall was shouting for him to finish the job except for 4 people; the ringleader, Jimin, Jimin’s master and one lone man, standing on scaffolding above them.
His glasses where the only thing that Jimin could see in any real detail- along with cold appraising golden brown eyes. As a hybrid- Jimin’s sense of smell, eyesight, and hearing where exceptionally good- and as a purebred Jimin’s senses were even better than that. This man’s scent was different- lighter somehow. With a lingering note of whiskey, gunpowder, and blood- a woman’s blood- and her scent that wrapped around his like a blanket.
Jimin was a killer- and had been made into one by the people who owned him. But still, the smell of the man made his blood go cold. Even as he walked away from the rancorous display; Jimin tracked him with his eyes, shivering at the feel of the man.
Then he had been brought back here to collapse onto the cold ground, Tired- the aftereffects of the adrenaline pulsing through his veins. Someone stepped in front of his cell door and opened it with a bang that would have made anyone else flinch. One of his master’s men gestured for him to come out- Jimin did so slowly and gently, careful to keep his head down. He refused to let himself limp- though Taeyang had caught him in his ribs. Any sign of weakness or disrespect could be enough to get a beating.
In his time training, Jimin had been beaten many times- for tripping- for not punching correctly- even once for asking for water. But years of it had made him perfectly obedient. He had been rewarded before too- with water and food, with new clothes and blankets or even showers. Which were cold things- but the only way he could clean wounds.
Jimin prized showers overall- and if the other hybrids had asked him- he would have told them that it was the secret to his success- making sure his body was clean. But most of the others of his kind were terrified of him. A fact that left a heavy feeling in his heart and a sour taste in his mouth.
His masters quarters where paneled with a dark wood. A large circular couch and a full bar with alcohol that stung Jimin’s nose- even so; the smell of the dark man hit him like a car. And Jimin flinched when he smelled it.
“Ah, there you are! My prized fighter” his master exclaimed from where he sat- a human woman on his arm and a drink in his hand. Jimin lifted his eyes tentatively towards the newcomer. The man was surprisingly Attractive, tall and broad-shouldered, with silver hair that was shaved on the sides. His nondescript black clothes hung on him in the same way that his masters did- tailored in a way that let the viewer know they where expensive. His face was even- blank like a painting but he appraised Jimin with an almost sterile air, the same way someone would look at a knife.
“I see you’ve noticed monster,” his master said, grinning and gesturing with a finger towards the other man. Monster- an apt name. His master turned towards the monster. “Tell me again why I’ve let you convince me to sell you my most prized fighter before I’ve had a chance to breed him?”
At the notion of breeding Jimin recoiled, a cold shiver sent down his back. The thought of doing that with anyone was nearly unthinkable. But then there where the other words. Sell? His master was selling him.
“Because you owe me a favor Jay,” Monster said with a slight smile playing on his lips that Jimin didn’t believe was genuine for a second, “and because you love money more than you love your hybrids.” Jimin must have made a noise because all of them turned to him.
“Spit it out dog.” His master commanded harshly.
“Sell?” Jimin asked quietly. His master laughed.
“Your performance tonight attracted his attention- and now monster wants you for his own- so tonight you’ll go with him. He’s your new master.”
Jimin felt like the world had been pulled out from under him. Go with that man? Leave the kennels where he had practically grown up? Was this punishment? But he had done so well tonight- he had thought tonight would be the night everything changed for the better, but as Monster- as his new master smiled at him, showing his teeth, Jimin couldn’t help but think that things had changed for the worse.
The early morning light stunned Jimin as he stepped out of the kennels. He had only seen daylight a few times in his life, and this cold grayness made him shiver. A long black car was waiting for them- and the driver was waiting, door open, for his new master to get in.
Jimin hurried after him- careful to stay on the other side of his car. Jimin practically pressed his face into the window. The city, which was usually dark and punctuated by neon lights was soft and yellow-grey. A few sleepy people walking as the car drove at a leisurely pace.
Jimin’s tail wagged excitedly once against the leather, and startled, he grabbed it to make it stop, only to find his new master watching him. Jimin flinched, expecting to be hit for the annoying action, but His master only signed, Jimin hung his head preparing to be beaten. But when he spoke monsters voice was even- without anger.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve bought you,” he said sternly. “but before we get to that tell me; Did you like fighting?” Jimin looked up startled by the question, the monster didn’t shout at him to answer as he digested his words only waited patiently.
“Never,” Jimin answered. His hands- his knuckles still split and dirty, tightening on his knees. “Not once. It was only a way to survive.”
“then I’m sorry to have to ask you to do it again,” His master pulled out his wallet, and then a photograph, he held it out to Jimin.
It was a photograph, of a smiling girl a little younger than Jimin probably. With y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes that sparkled with happiness and joy like Jimin had never seen. All Jimin had was a photograph of you and he could already tell you where beautiful. Jimin turned to look at monster apprehensively.
“What do you want me to do to her.” his new master turned to the window, the rising sun turning his hair a light orange.
A/N: hi. how’s life. i’m home alone rn and life is greatttt. anyway. i’m gonna grab some tea and start writing another jay park fic because why not. anyway, continue. oh and i’m more def turning this into a series.
Summary: being Jay Parks assistant can turn into so much more.
Warnings: 10 year age gap
Many coffees held in Y/n’s arm, she quickly hopped out of her Uber and mumbled a ‘thanks’ before she shut the door with her butt. Heels clicking, she approached the AOMG building, walking through the spinning door after reaching it in a few moments.
Taking the elevator to the 4th floor, she stops in the work room first where she hands out 2 out of 5 of the warm beverages, getting thanks from her co-workers.
Then, making her way to the break room at the end of the hallway where her 3 best friends were. The three were sat on a couch in front of a large TV hung on the wall. They were all eating a box of donuts while cuddled together, watching the TV show Star as they did so.
“Hey, bitches.” Y/n greeted them, a small smile in her words. She handed her friends Egypt, Taiwon, and Aspen their drinks, snuggling between Egypt and Taiwon.
“Wassup, bitch. When we get off, dance room downstairs?” Egypt suggested, taking a sip from his Pumpkin Spice Latte. Y/n immediately nodded, checking her phone to see that break didn’t start until 10 minutes later but here they were already slacking off.
Request: Jay Park + extreme fluff, late night cuddles
Member: Jay Park x Y/N x (ft. Loco)
Loco watched with wide eyes as Jay paced around the kitchen, cooing quietly to himself. He had never seen his friend act this way, and frankly the sight was making him uneasy.
“Uh, Jay?” he hummed, his tone light. The last thing he wanted to do was disrupt whatever thoughts Jay was grumbling about and incur his full wrath. It had happened before and he was hesitant to have it happen again.
Loco held his breath as he continued to watch Jay strut, finally exhaling when Jay stopped and acknowledged him. “What?”
“Is there…uh…is there something I can do?” Loco asked, lifting his brows. He wasn’t sure where to begin. He wasn’t even really sure what Jay was trying to accomplish. “To help?”
“Nothing you can do, little brother,” Jay chirped, his hands on his hips as he spun around the kitchen, trying to focus his thoughts. “Tonight is the night!”
“Tonight is what night exactly?” Loco questioned, tilting his head in confusion. “Do you mean…tonight you’re gunna try to make a move? THE move? On Y/N?”
“You’re damn right I am,” Jay nodded proudly. “I’m finally ready.”
“Ready for what exactly?” Loco hummed, continuing his line of questions. He had never known Jay to be a person who found difficulty in hooking up with someone, so he was unsure of what his friend meant.
“The big c-word,” Jay nodded again, his grin wide. He stepped forward, adjusting a bouquet of roses he had situated on the counter.
Loco lifted his brows, his imagination running wild. “Coitus? Copulation?”
Jay glanced at him, his face completely serious. “Cuddling.”
“Cuddling?” Loco choked. If he had been sipping the beer in his hand, his friend’s declaration would have caused him to spit out the liquid in surprise.
“Did I stutter, fool?” Jay muttered. “I said cuddling.”
“Right, cuddling, the big c-word,” Loco giggled. “Jay Park, setting up a date to cuddle.”
“Don’t be an asshole,” Jay grumbled, crossing his arms. “This is a big deal, so quit with your cackling.”
“Right,” Loco wheezed through his laughter. “Totally.”
“You can leave,” Jay pouted, pointing to the door. He didn’t need bruised feelings on top of the anxiety he was already harboring. “And take your shitty beer with you.”
“Don’t be mad at me,” Loco continued to chuckle. “Or my beer. Because you have problems with your feelings.”
“Damn, you must be forgetful as hell,” Jay spat. “I believe you were just leaving.”
“I’m only leaving because Y/N is coming soon,” Loco sighed, finally calming down. “And because you’re so nervous about your big night.”
“BYE,” Jay hissed, shuffling over to open the door for the younger man. “See you. Have a good night! And by good, I mean fucking terrible. Asshole.”
“I know you say this all out of love,” Loco grinned, still sipping on his beer as he crossed through the threshold and out onto the welcome mat. “You know you-”
“Bye,” Jay repeated, slamming the door in Loco’s face. He walked back toward the living area, annoyed that he had allowed his friend to get under his skin so easily.
“Cuddling IS a big deal!” he whispered. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and sighed. Plopping onto the couch, he moodily attempted to console himself. “Not everyday you see a man compromising his good name to get some cuddling in. So maybe I’m a little emotionally unavailable…I never claimed to be perfect, everyone just already assumed I was…I mean look at me. I’m Jay Park. I-”
His small diatribe was momentarily interrupted as a light knock hit the wood of his front door. He began to grumble again as he stood, crossing the room in a few strides to yank at the handle. “Look Loco, I told you-”
“Loco?” you cooed happily, stepping into the apartment. “I just saw him! He didn’t leave on my account, did he?”
Jay took a deep breath in, surprised that it was your face he was seeing enter the room. “Oh, nah. He had to go somewhere.”
“He said to the studio,” you chuckled, bopping Jay on the nose. The small gesture made him feel as if he were melting inside, but he’d never let you know that.
Against his better judgement, he was incredibly soft where you were concerned.
“Yeah? Did he have anything else to say?” Jay questioned nervously. If Loco mentioned anything about their conversation, he would personally drive over to his apartment and kick his ass.
“Nope, just told me to have a good night,” you sighed. “Which is a given considering I get to spend it with my favorite dork.”
“Dork!” he scoffed, mentally wiping away his Loco-related worries. “We’ll see if this dork can live up to the hype.”
“You always do,” you cooed, kissing him lightly on the cheek. “But I don’t think I’ll be able to tonight.”
Jay lifted his brows, unsure of what you meant. “Watchu mean?”
“If you don’t mind, can we just go to bed?” you sighed, popping off your shoes and leaving them by the door. “I know you were excited to have me over, but it was a hard day at work and I-”
“Baby girl,” Jay chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Say no more. I totally get it. To bed we go.”
“It was that easy?” you laughed, reaching up to cup his face with your palm.
“Contrary to popular belief, I’m pretty easy,” Jay smiled. After a moment of silence, you couldn’t hold your laughter any longer as he failed to recognize his misstep in words.
“You know…I don’t think you realize what the popular belief was, babe,” you giggled, patting his cheek lightly. “Because you being “pretty easy” sounds on par with what I heard before we met.”
“Aigoo,” he groaned, shaking his head. He buried his face into your neck and laughed. “I meant like…I’m easy to convince. I have given up my days as a hoe, I promise.”
“If you say so,” you teased.
“Hey! I really like you!” Jay pouted. He stepped back to place a light kiss on your forehead.
“Hey!” you grinned. “I know.”
“No,” he grumbled. “That’s when you’re supposed to say, ‘Jay, you so handsome. I really like you too. I’m such a lucky girl, I-’”
“When did you become so high maintenance?” you interrupted, pushing at his chest.
“I’ve always been high maintenance, baby,” he grinned. “Can’t expect to own a Ferrari without the upkeep.”
“Don’t worry about kissing me later,” you mumbled, pulling yourself from his grasp. “Because I think I just threw up in my mouth.”
“Mmm, i love when you talk dirty to me,” he winked, sliding his fingers to intertwine with yours. He gave a quick tug, signaling your movement toward the bedroom.
“Jay, I think I have enough blankets,” you whispered as he covered you up in yet another layer.
“I just want to make sure my baby isn’t cold.” he hummed, finally finishing his work and sliding into bed himself. “But I think I can take care of that.”
You felt Jay’s hands crawl across your hips, where he began to rub small circles into your bare skin with his thumb. You immediately began to tense up despite the exhaustion attempting to flood your senses.
“Jay, when I said I wanted to go to bed, I didn’t mean-” you hummed, ready to fight off his advances.
“No, I uh…I uh…just wanna cuddle,” he whispered, pulling you in closer.
“I’m sorry, you want to what?” you croaked, certain you had misheard. For the entirety of you and Jay’s relationship, he had never openly sought to cuddle anything, you included.
“You know, like when all the homies go home and you just want to get some hardcore snuggle in,” Jay said quietly, his voice only centimeters from your ear. His breaths were hot on your neck, causing you to think about anything but cuddling.
“I know what cuddles are, Jay,” you groaned, spinning around in his arms. “I just don’t understand why you’re actively seeking them?”
“Damn, a man can’t cuddle his lady without her getting suspicious?” he pouted, furrowing his brows.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you laughed, reaching up to flatten out the wrinkles he had caused above his nose. “You have to admit, this is a surprise for me.”
“I’m allowed to be soft sometimes,” he muttered. “On occasion, your boy just wants to be held.”
“He does, does he?” you grinned. “Well, turn around.”
“What?” he asked, his eyes wide. “Why?”
“Something tells me you like to be cuddled more than doing the actual cuddling, Mr. Park,” you sighed. You pushed at his shoulder, signaling for him to flip over on the mattress. “Hopefully being the little spoon doesn’t ruin your street cred.”
“Fuck that,” Jay muttered, shimmying to get better situated in your arms. “Don’t let anyone fool you. Men high key love to be the little spoon.”
“Yourself included?” you giggled.
“Myself included,” he confirmed. “Now go to bed. I need my beauty sleep.”
“I don’t think I could handle you any more beautiful than you already are,” you smiled. You held Jay close in the darkness and sighed contently. You pressed your face against his warm back, appreciating the small moment he had created.
“You don’t want to see this mug without any rest,” Jay laughed. “So it would probably be in your best interest to let me sleep.”
“I refuse to believe you’re anything less than handsome at all times,” you argued. “You’re a Ferrari, remember?”
“And unless you want to wake up to a Toyota, I advise you hush,” he croaked. “Goodnight, baby girl.”
“Toyota’s are reliable,” you said quietly, listening to Jay’s heart beat. The quiet rhythm was enough to calm you and begin to lull you to sleep.
One Strange Night // Jay Park & Im Jaebum College AU!(M)
Pairing: Jay Park x Reader x Im Jaebum
Genre: Smut, threesome
Summary: You live with Jay and Jaebum in a student house near to your university, and things get very interesting one night that you all decide to watch a movie instead of going out partying.
A/N: Please note that this scenario is rated mature and contains content of a sexual nature including threesomes, oral, orgasm denail, begging, lots of dirty talk. (Also, sorry for using two GIFs but there are no GIFs with these two boys together to my knowledge!)
They say that
your days at college are the most stressful and crazy days of your life – and
this was true. Not only did you have mountains of work to hand in and make near
impossible deadlines, you had seen some pretty crazy shit, both on and off
You lived in a
student share house; you and two other boys. The first was Jay Park, born and
raised in Seattle who was majoring in music production – and if he could put
full time party boy down on his resume, that would be applicable too. The
second was Im Jaebum, a study abroad student from South Korea who moved in
around the same time as you and Jay. When you first met him, his English was
barely coherent thus him keeping to himself most of the time – but now, 2 years
down the line, you and Jay had him talking like he was from down the road,
causing the three of you becoming close; even though your personalities
Living with 2
handsome men wasn’t easy. Actually, most of the time, living with men wasn’t
easy; period. More than often, they
left things lying at their backside for you to clean up, and not one of them
knew how to work a cooker or washing machine to save their lives. You wondered
how they survived up until this point, and then it clicked with you that these
boys had lived with their Mothers all their lives – and now living with you,
you took it upon yourself to mother them when and if so necessary. Not only
because you wanted to help them; you also had a huge crush on both of them too.
Jay Park Reaction to: You Smiling When You’re About to Cry
Anon: Ay ay ayyy. I was waiting until your request were open and they finally are and I’m so so excited. Can you do jay park’s reaction to you smiling when you’re about to cry? ( like the one you did for winner? )
a/n: ay ayyy ok so I had this done ages ago but forgot about it so it was just sitting in my drafts, collecting dust for a while. aha (: oops (: (: my bad (: sorry, anon!
Jay Park: Doesn’t want to push you into anything. If you’re not ready to talk, then that’s fine. But he does wish you trusted him more. He’ll let you know he’s here for you, when you need him, but in a lighthearted way so as to not upset you even more.
“Ayyy, babe, have I ever told you how good I am at listening? I’m a world class listener. These ears were made for it. They’re ready for you when you need ‘em.”