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“another wound, again?”
your brows furrowed at the sight of the wound on your boyfriend’s face. his soft and supple skin was yet again ruined by a useless fight.
“oh no, it looks like this might one scar.”
carefully, you apply the ointment to the scratches on his face and gently cover them up with a bandaid while dabbing some rubbing alcohol to his bottom lip.
“you are so lucky you have a caring girlfriend by your side to help you whenever you get hurt.” you tell him while simultaneously treating his swollen lip.
“i don’t care about getting hurt because i know you will always take care of me.” unconsciously your face flushes into a bright red hue at his comment, making you duck your face in embarrassment.
“hey, what’s wrong, doll?”
he cups your face with one of his hands while the other one points at his lip, teasingly.
“jay, i—”
“you always kiss my wound better, today isn’t an exception.”
it was true, since the start of your relationship jay had always seemed to pick fights with anyone who bad-mouthed you, which resulted in you getting worried about him while he brushed it off like it was normal and jay demanded you to quote on quote, ‘kiss them better’. however, today’s injury was on the bottom of his lip, making it swollen.
“your lip is so swolle—”
you’re shushed by his lips on yours while his hand slowly grabs your hip to bring you closer. you feel his tongue slowly slip in when your mouth slightly opens and he kisses you harder then ever.
kissing jay was nothing new, yet every time felt like the first. the excitement, the hint of nervousness and the desire to crave more of him— jay had made you obsessed.
jay (enha) + giving the other a spoonful of the meal they’re cooking to test it out, holding their hand under their chin so nothing falls.
sweet . jay x gn!reader
about . 646 words, fluff
warnings . kissing (?), lots of food mentions
a sharp clatter behind the living room startles you, and you turn around to see jay scratching his head, his cheeks pink with embarrassment.
"sorry love, i accidentally dropped the pot... again."
you know very well that he's especially stressed today, but it's not because he's your boyfriend and you know him so well, but rather you've heard one too many of his mishaps prior. the two of you were getting ready for a party to celebrate his successful comeback, and while you had conquered the decoration aspect (see: the colorful arrangement of balloons and banners hanging in the living room), jay was not so triumphant in attacking the cooking portion.
your boyfriend is an amazing chef, and the two of you know that. more than often it's hard to plan outside dates with your hectic schedules, so you usually find yourselves sandwiched together and munching on one of jay's delicacies in substitute of a restaurant dinner. the only reason he's having trouble today is because he decided to stray from the comfort of his specialty and tackle something new: desserts. specifically, tiramisu.
however, jay actually seems to be doing pretty well because the smell coming from the kitchen is delectable. his only issue is his nervousness, hence the racket in the kitchen every five minutes.
"are you sure you don't need help?" you ask, knowing very well he's doing just fine on his own and the only real assistance you could give him is a hug.
"actually, c'mere. you can taste this mascarpone filling and see if it's sweet enough."
with quick strides, you make your way over to jay's side, hoping that he can't see the eagerness in your eyes. you've always loved his food, even when he thought he added a little too much salt or burned it, and you know that his filling will be close to perfection.
he tilts your chin up slightly, scooping a spoon of the filling and bringing it to your lips. your heart warms at the gesture, your jay that is always so caring, and as you mouth the mixture he wipes the slight remnants of it that have lingered to the side of your mouth.
but you don't even have a chance to thank him, because the creamy delight that fills your mouth clouds all your senses. it's ridiculous how he even doubted himself, and you're five seconds away from telling him that professional chefs should be glad he chose the idol life. the concoction is as perfect as it can be, and the cook who made it is even more perfect, so much so that you don't even try to hide the smile that crosses your face.
"it's sweet enough. it's actually perfect, and i'm sure i would eat this alone if you gave me a bowl."
"really? are you sure? you know my members have at least one sweet tooth..."
"here, you want to try?"
you don't even give him a chance to respond before pulling down on his collar and engulfing him in a kiss, making sure he can taste the filling on your lips as if it was chapstick. when you pull away, he's bewildered and flustered, and you both have matching blushes scattering across your faces at your boldness.
"you were right, it was pretty sweet," jay says, "but i can't tell if that's because of the sugar or your lips."
it's safe to say the filling is long forgotten when he leans in for another kiss, but at least the other members are content with jay's finished product when they stroll in an hour later as you both try to hide your swollen lips and mussed-up hair.
"what's your secret ingredient to making your food taste good?" jake asks, trying to sneak another bite of the dessert.
jay smiles at you knowingly, your shared secret drifting through the air.
❝ our friendship was already ruined the day i fell for you.❞
PAIRING ▸ park jongseong x fem!reader (ft. park sunghoon)
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, angst, gossip girl au, rich kid au, fake dating au, friends to lovers
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual tension !!, jay and mc are the chuck and blair, enemies to lovers dynamic but they’re friends i swear, toxic rich kids doing toxic rich kid things, jay calls you princess which definitely needs a warning, smut content, oral (f. receiving), oral (m. receiving), thigh riding, dry humping, fingering, multiple orgasms, corruption kink, dacryphilia, slight degradation
SUMMARY ▸ life seems to finally be going your way. that is, until your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend is back, and gossip girl appears to be out to get you. but there’s only room for one queen bee in the upper east side, and with a hand from your best friend, park jongseong, you’re going to make sure it’s you.
WORD COUNT ▸ 10,193 words
PLAYLIST ▸ fever by enhypen • positions by ariana grande • daddy issues by the neighborhood • swim by chase atlantic
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ this is sooo long overdue, but i’m so glad i wrote it because rich kid aus are my everything. also this fic was kickstarted by this and this :’) i hope you guys enjoy !! ♡ ps: you don’t need to know anything about gossip girl to read this
IT MIGHT HAVE COME OFF AS A SURPRISE FOR ONE TO HEAR THAT YOU HAD THE PARK JONGSEONG WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER.
He was a man of class, of refinery. Well, at least that was how he presented himself when he wasn’t being a complete and utter sleaze.
Coming from a family of old money, Jongseong’s father owned a chain of hotels and resorts worldwide. You weren’t quite at their level, but you couldn’t sell your father short. As a world renown fashion designer, your father styled several celebrities and was even good friends with the Parks. They were probably the richest family in Seoul, just barely topping their rivals, who happened to be your boyfriend’s family.
Said boyfriend, Park Sunghoon, wasn’t as perfect as Jongseong, and that was why your mother was a touch disappointed when you ended up dating the wrong best friend.
You didn’t see it that way, though. This was the Upper East Side where things went your way. You had everything you wanted within arm's reach, whether that was an invite to New York’s Fashion Week or the Met Gala. You had the richest boys in New York at your beck and call. You lived in upscale high-rises, surrounded by riches. You were the city, the night life, and the party scene.
It was a luxe life, but someone had to live it. Someone had to be in power. Someone had to be on top of the world.
Yet, right now, you were seething.
“I can’t catch a fucking break,” you muttered, biting at your freshly manicured nails. “I swear, Gossip Girl’s out to ruin me.”
“Please.” Park Jongseong scoffed from the sofa he was sprawled across, occasionally reaching over to grab fruit from the table. “Gossip Girl’s been dry ever since you and Sunghoon got together. She’s just using this opportunity to stir up something fake.”
You pushed your phone in his direction. “Look at this, Jay! She’s trying to make me look pathetic!”
Jongseong shot you a wary look before he glanced at your phone.
GOSSIP GIRL.
Hey, Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here—your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan’s elites. And, for my return, I have the biggest news ever: a certain someone’s back in town, and something tells me this is going to mess with Prince Charming and his princess.
“Huh. Yeah, that’s pretty humiliating,” Jongseong said, laughing a little. You whined at his comment, and he sat up this time, jabbing one of the fruit skewers in your direction. “She won’t be able to do anything as long as you don’t give her something to talk about.”
Exasperated, you slumped back into your seat, scowling bitterly. “What if I want to give her something to talk about?”
“I know you do, princess,” Jongseong replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’ve always loved being on Gossip Girl’s A-List.”
Ah, the A-List. You coined the term in high school when Gossip Girl seemed to set her sights on very specific targets. It was always the same group of people, including you, Park Sunghoon, and Park Jongseong.
Although the sudden revival of Gossip Girl made you want to pull your hair out, you had to admit you liked the attention you got before. Your name would be plastered everywhere when Gossip Girl used to be more active and alive with the latest scandals. After everything had started to work in your favor, though, the anonymous blogger disappeared without a word.
It had only been a few months since you got together with Sunghoon. You had been pining over him since the beginning of high school, and the moment you heard that he had a rather messy breakup with his ex-girlfriend, Ning Yizhuo, you saw a window of opportunity shining for you. Now, as a second-year attending Columbia University, you had finally gotten everything you wanted: a perfect life and a gorgeous boyfriend by your side.
Now, Sunghoon’s ex-girlfriend was here to ruin all of that.
Throughout high school, Gossip Girl targeted you and Yizhuo, painting a rivalry between you two that sounded so convincing that you actually started to hate her. You thought money could buy you anything, but somehow, Yizhuo managed to worm her way into Sunghoon’s heart without any tricks up her sleeve. You started to want to covet what you couldn’t have and take everything that was hers.
You had to admit, though, jealousy was a fabulous color on you.
Jongseong could vouch for this, having been your partner-in-crime throughout your high school days. He and Sunghoon were the best of friends, but you had Jongseong securely wrapped around your finger. You considered him your closest friend, save for the few makeout sessions and intimate moments you had with Jongseong in the past.
It didn’t hurt to have a CEO’s son at your beck and call, but you were always unsure of Jongseong’s motives. If you needed him to look into somebody, he would do so in a heartbeat (and provide you with a plethora of information on the individual). You could ask for virtually anything, and Jongseong would simply pull out his wallet and make some calls to get it done for you.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, was less careless. Despite also being the son of a CEO, Sunghoon wasn’t fully immersed in the lavish lifestyle like Jongseong was. He didn’t like relying on daddy’s money all the time, so he tended to frown upon Jongseong’s antics sometimes.
Jongseong started to look tired of watching you mope around. “Are you seriously going to sit around and waste your energy over someone you hardly even like?”
“Watch it, Jay,” you snapped, fixing him with an icy glare. “I’ll be happy to escort you out the door if you keep it up.”
Jongseong scoffed. “Just an observation, princess.”
Princess. God, you hated the effect that nickname had on you.
“When you finally drop him,” Jongseong added, “you can run right back into my arms.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re filthy”
“And you’re my Upper East Side Princess.”
“I will never be your princess, Jongseong.”
Your harsh words only got a grin out of your best friend, and he asked, “Is that why you lost your virginity to me?”
A gasp escaped your lips upon his words, rising back up to your feet in tune. Jongseong always pushed you like this, testing your boundaries and seeing how far he could keep going before you blew your fuse. As expected, his only reaction was a smug look on his face.
He was right, though. There was a time when you were madly attracted to Jongseong, wanting nothing but to be tangled up in him. One night got particularly heated, ending up with you losing your virginity in the back of Jongseong’s limo with marks all over your body. After that, you happened to sleep with him several more times, but that was beside the point.
“You’re disgusting, Park Jongseong,” was your response, “and I’m not joining you in the pool anymore.”
“What?” Jongseong complained, a pout forming on those stupid, perfect lips. “Why not?”
“Because I know you just want an excuse to see me in a bikini.”
He didn’t disagree.
You were always obligated to go to the soirees your mother hosted, but this time, you were starting to wish you had come up with an excuse.
You were combing your fingers through your hair—a habit of yours when you were stressed. Sunghoon had told you he would show up tonight, but he was thirty minutes late and not responding to any of your texts. Something you could hold Sunghoon to was that he was normally punctual, but his absence was completely unexpected right now.
Your mind kept circling back to Gossip Girl. She had to be the cause of this. Ever since that stupid rumor showed up on her page, Sunghoon had been ghosting you.
“Hey.” Someone tapped your shoulder, and you turned to see your friend, Sim Jaeyun, with a perplexed look on his face. “Have you checked your phone recently?”
“Good seeing you too, Jae,” you muttered, letting out a long, winded sigh. “Is it something that’s gonna make me want to rip someone’s throat out?”
“Possibly.” Jaeyun chuckled and handed you a flute of champagne—Brut. “Your mother’s looking for you, by the way. She seems high-strung, so I wouldn’t mention Gossip Girl to her.”
“The last thing I want is for my mother to find out I’m the laughing stock of Gossip Girl’s content,” you replied, cringing inwardly at the thought of her finding your face on a tabloid. You took a sip of your champagne and placed a hand on Jaeyun’s shoulder. “Thanks. I’ll catch up with you later.”
You walked past Jaeyun to find your mother. As you expected, she was in the middle of a group of upperclass women who were all gushing over her evening gown. She was indulging her guests with one of her stories that were blown far out of proportion, cradling a coupe glass in her hand. You smiled your way past the ladies and brushed your hand against your mother’s arm.
“You wanted to see me?” you asked.
“Oh, yes.” Your mother pulled you to the side, clutching your hands. “I’ve laid out the most beautiful gown for you upstairs. If Sunghoon isn’t here yet, go put it on and tell him to wear a tie that matches your dress.”
You pressed your lips together in a thin line at the mention of your boyfriend’s name. You hadn’t heard from him all night, and it was starting to worry you. Nevertheless, you agreed with your mother and headed upstairs to see what she had picked out for you.
To your disbelief, the king of the Upper East Side was lounging on your bed, listlessly scrolling through his phone.
“Do you have the social skills of an incel?” you spat, shutting the door behind you. “Go talk to those rich socialites already. I’m sure they’re dying to meet CEO Park’s son.”
“They can meet the other CEO Park’s son,” Jongseong replied with a chuckle. At the mention, Jongseong looked up from his phone to meet your gaze. “Speaking of Sunghoon, has he shown up yet? He let me borrow his Rolex. I need to return it.”
Your silence said it all.
Jongseong let out a heavy sigh and stood up. “I figured.”
Anger bubbled in your throat at his words. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you balled your fists at your sides to force yourself not to start crying in front of your best friend. His words pissed you off to the core; you hated when Jongseong was right because it made you feel like an idiot.
“Whatever,” you mumbled. “It wasn’t like we dated for very long anyway.”
“Dated?” Jongseong tutted. “You’re using past tense already? You have to talk to him eventually.”
“Or,” you started, “I can just ignore him since that’s what he’s been doing to me.”
Jongseong rolled his eyes and handed you his phone. Skeptical, you eyed him before you took it from his hands. As soon as you took a look at the screen, you dropped the glass of bone-dry sparkling wine.
Jongseong hissed when the glass shattered around your feet. “This is why we put our drinks down before we expose ourselves to disturbing things, Y/N.” He groaned and patted down his coat. “This is Brioni.”
GOSSIP GIRL.
Spotted: Prince Charming reuniting with his old flame. Does this mean things are finally off with Y/N? Whatever it may be, I have a feeling things are starting to get crazy around here again.
Attached was a picture of Sunghoon and Yizhuo embracing each other in the cold streets of Manhattan. More specifically, they were at the Conservatory Garden.
The exact place where you had your first date with Sunghoon.
“God!” you screamed aloud to no one in particular, throwing Jongseong’s phone onto your bed. “What the hell is Sunghoon doing with her? Is that prick out of his mind?”
You met Jongseong’s eyes, only to be irritated by how dull he looked. You supposed you understood where he was coming from. Badmouthing his best friend wasn’t the greatest look on you, but since when did Park Jongseong have morals?
Finally, you caved, letting out a soft sigh. “I’ll talk to him, okay?” When Jongseong continued to fix you with a look, you continued, “I’ll talk to him… tonight.”
“Good,” Jongseong replied curtly, aimlessly tapping on his phone screen, “because I just texted him and told him to come talk to you.”
“You what?” Under normal circumstances, you would’ve flipped out at Jongseong, but you were too overwhelmed with the sudden arrival of Yizhuo to care. “You know what—nevermind. Just get out.”
Jongseong did as you said, snorting a little at your fierceness. However, you were too occupied with your own situation to care about your best friend’s flippant behavior.
It had already been running through your head for a while now, but you supposed the right thing to do was to break up with Park Sunghoon.
You were tired of chasing after him. Even after you had him for yourself, after Yizhuo was out of the picture, you were still insecure in your own relationship. You felt as if you were walking around eggshells whenever you mentioned Yizhuo around your boyfriend.
You never truly loved Sunghoon; you just wanted to covet him.
Call it selfishness. Call it jealousy. You knew you were the absolute scum of the world. You and Sunghoon were two different types of evil, but they clashed. They would never be in harmony.
Cutting him off would be your last favor to him. You knew Sunghoon was still deeply in love with Yizhuo, and you refused to let yourself be someone’s rebound. Maybe there would be a day where you, Sunghoon, and Jongseong could hang out like it was the old times. Maybe there would be a day where you could go back to those times in middle school where the three of you just fooled around without a care in the world.
But now, it was time to break a heart.
“Y/N?” Sunghoon’s voice came softly from the other side of your door, followed by a few knocks. “Can I come in?”
Though the broken heart wouldn’t be his.
GOSSIP GIRL.
Hey, Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here—your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan’s elites.
In Alice in Wonderland, the White Queen banishes the Red Queen to the Outland. However, it seems our Prince Charming has run back to find her. Will this be the downfall of our Upper East Side princess? I, for one, hope our star doesn’t crash and burn, but only time will tell.
You were about three cocktails into the night, and you had absolutely no idea where you were.
There was the option of checking your location on your phone, but turning on your phone meant seeing those dreaded updates from Gossip Girl. You had a very civil breakup with Park Sunghoon a week ago, but Gossip Girl just had to paint it in a humiliating way. You felt like the laughingstock of New York right now, and you needed a way to get back at the anonymous blogger.
However, there was nothing you could do. The Gossip Girl blasts always send everyone into a frenzy, gushing over drama that they aren’t even involved in. The people were so consumed in the lives of total strangers, and you had no way to defend yourself because of the very fact that they had no idea who you truly were.
Well, you supposed you weren’t any better in person.
What ticked you off, though, was that no one knew your side of the story. No one knew that you were the one to break up with Sunghoon. You were the one who said you wanted to remain good friends. Sunghoon took all of this calmly, and you both talked it out in a collected manner. He never left you for Yizhuo, but you wouldn’t be surprised or mad if he happened to be seeing her right now.
That was the thing about rumors, though; even if you cleared them, people only believed what they wanted to hear. The only way to cover up such a rumor would be to start a bigger one.
You shouldn’t be engaging in this bullshit in university, but god, it came as easy as breathing sometimes.
“There you are,” an exasperated voice called from behind. “You haven’t been picking up any of my calls!”
You turned around to see Jongseong, his tie loosened and his hair an unruly mess. He looked as though he had been running around, and his current state was quite surprising. You had never seen the man so frazzled before.
“What?” You sniffed. “You’re not my boyfriend. Why should I answer your calls?”
Jongseong scoffed. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.”
But Jongseong’s attention wasn’t on what you were saying anymore. He fixed the bartender with a glare and asked, “How much did she have?” The bartender held up three fingers in response, and Jongseong groaned. “You idiot. What’s a girl like you doing in a bar this late?”
You huffed and stood up, willing yourself not to wobble and fall right over. “I can take care of myself.”
“I’m sure you can, princess,” Jongseong sneered, “but you don’t exactly make the best decisions when you’re under the influence.”
“Oh yeah?” you pressed. “Who’s gonna stop me? I’m not leaving with you.”
“Maybe not.” Jongseong moved closer until his lips were brushing against the shell of your ear. You stiffened up when you realized just how close he was, and it was intoxicating. You felt goosebumps prickle your arms and warmth bloom under your cheeks, and you had to convince yourself that you were only reacting this way because you were drunk. You could practically hear the smirk in Jongseong’s voice when he murmured, “Maybe I can’t drag you out of here, but someone else can.”
You returned a stupid, confused look. “Huh?”
Jongseong’s hand travelled down your bare arm, making you shiver under his touch. He was almost amused by how entranced you were, even missing how his hand slipped into the back pocket of your jeans.
“Bartender,” Jongseong called, holding up your forged ID card for him to see. “It’s a fake. She’s underage.”
You were sure you had never sobered up so fast. The adrenaline pumping through your blood only made you want to strangle Park Jongseong. You narrowed your eyes at him. You would’ve been worried if you had never been in such a situation before, but being best friends with Jongseong had made you accustomed to such instances.
“I’m going, I’m going,” you grumbled when the bartender fixed you with a dirty look, and you set your glass down at the table before allowing Jongseong to escort you out.
You were thinking of all the ways you could kill Jongseong and discreetly dispose of his body. This time was a close call. If your mom ever found out, you would be dead meat, but you wouldn’t dare fall without dragging your best friend down with you.
“Thanks, asshole,” you spat. “Way to nearly screw me over.”
“It was either that or watching you self-destruct in there,” Jongseong replied. “You know how many guys were eyeing you while you were in there? It was revolting.”
“Since when did you care about guys watching me?” you asked.
There was a shift in the air. You nearly froze when you saw the look in Jongseong’s eyes. It was charged with something more intense than usual.
“Since forever,” he said.
Jongseong dropped comments like this occasionally, and you deflected every time. It was getting to the point where you didn’t know how to keep dodging them. Earlier, they were easy to ignore and laugh about, but now, you were getting flustered over them.
Maybe it was because had just recently broken up with Sunghoon. Maybe it was because you were starved of attention.
Whatever it was, you wished the feeling would go away soon.
Thankfully, Jongseong’s limo provided a good enough excuse for you to change the topic.
“Is there a reason why you called for this specific limo?” you asked, frowning at how small it was compared to his others.
“What?” Jongseong smirked. “Do you miss the princess treatment?” He opened the door to the back for you, and you hesitated before going inside. “Don’t you dare touch the wine.”
It was as if he read your mind. You pulled your hand back from the bottle of Rosé you were reaching for.
“How did you find me, by the way?”
Jongseong leaned back in his seat, leaving you to admire the way his pants hugged his thighs so sinfully. Your best friend looked irresistible in his fitted clothing, and if he ran his hand through his hair one more time, you were sure you were going to go crazy.
“I saw your location near Fifth Avenue, so I just checked all the bars in the area,” Jongseong replied, trying to play it off as if it was no big deal. You wanted to roll your eyes at his indifferent behavior, but he continued, “I thought you were moping over Gossip Girl’s new blast.”
You frowned. “I haven’t seen anything from her. That’s why my phone’s off.”
“Sunghoon and Yizhuo were snogging at Fine and Rare,” Jongseong informed, expression bored like he had heard juicer news before, which he definitely had. You, on the other hand, though, felt your heart drop to your stomach. “Nothing big, but doesn’t look too hot when you’re found drinking your sorrows away.”
“That’s just great,” you grumbled through gritted teeth. “He moved on fast, didn’t he?”
“Thought you said you would be fine if he went back to Yizhuo.”
“I did, but—I just didn’t think he’d do it so soon,” you said. “Is it so hard to believe my feelings are hurt?”
“Yes,” was Jongseong’s blunt answer. You snorted before he went on, “You never loved Sunghoon. He was just a brick to the castle that secured your status as the Upper East Side princess.”
You balked. “Isn’t it a bit crass for you to speak about your best friend behind his back like this?”
“It’s the truth, and I have no hard feelings. I don’t care what Sunghoon decides to do,” Jongseong replied with a snicker. “Just like he doesn’t care what I do. Why do you think I’ve gotten away with being around you all this time? Any guy in their right mind who was dating you would’ve told me to fuck off already.”
“What are you saying?” you asked, closing your eyes and trying to rid of the fogginess in your brain. You couldn’t quite grasp what your best friend was saying.
Jongseong frowned. “I’m saying I like you, Y/N.”
Your eyes shot open. You blinked at him for a second. Blinked again. Stared.
“You don’t have to play dumb,” Jongseong said. “I’m sure you’ve known for a while now. You’re a smart girl. You figured me out, haven’t you?”
It was true to an extent. You had suspected that Jongseong’s feelings for you extended past simple friendship. It was obvious; Jongseong could’ve written it across his forehead at this point. However, you never brought yourself to ask or confirm this fully because you were scared of the answer being confirmed.
“Are you worried about ruining our friendship?” Jongseong’s voice dropped lower this time, pitched so deep that you thought you would sink into the ground. “Our friendship was already ruined the day I fell for you.”
You didn't know what to say. You didn't know how to bring up the undercurrent of desire you had, but it was too soon. Too sudden after your breakup with Sunghoon.
You weren't sure what you were doing was right. Jongseong was always the safety net under you, but right now, you had to let go of him.
"I'm not gonna say I don't feel the same way," you started, "but you can't just drop this on me right after I break up with Sunghoon." Jongseong was more shocked than you had expected, and he barely had time to react while you were telling his chauffeur to stop the car. Despite his protests, you got out of the car. "I need time."
Before you could walk off, Jongseong moved so he was halfway out of the car, reaching out and grabbing your wrist. You were nearly taken aback by how intense the look in his eyes was, pooling with desire.
"I'll give you all the time in the world," he said.
You raised a brow. “You’ll wait for me?”
"I always have."
It had been a month since you last talked to Park Jongseong.
You would be lying if you said you didn't miss him. You missed his stupid smirk, his stupid way of talking, and his stupid inflated ego. Jongseong would come over to your house most days, so your large mansion felt a lot more emptier each passing day. You were still being posted on Gossip Girl blasts—cheap headlines like "Y/N’s Gone Off The Radar" and "Y/N’s Hit Rock Bottom."
Maybe you had gone a little off the radar. You stopped going to parties and events, and this led people to think that Gossip Girl had finally defeated you.
For a moment, you were about to let her.
That was, until an infuriated Jongseong showed up to your house with a Gossip Girl blast pulled up on his phone screen.
Your gaze couldn’t help but linger on his bruised eye. One could say Park Jongseong was physically apt, so this was a concerning look on him. You couldn’t even begin to imagine anyone being able to land a finger on the elitist.
Another thing was his haircut. The CEO’s son always presented himself in a respectable manner, despite how uncouth he truly was, but something about his new look was enchanting. It made him look more rugged, and you didn’t think you had a thing for that kind of look until you saw it on your best friend.
"Uh, hey," you greeted stiffly. "What happened to your eye? Did you cut your hair?"
"Forget about that. What the hell is Gossip Girl going on about?" he asked, eyebrows knitted into a frown. "What's this bullshit about you becoming a recluse?"
You glanced over the words, scoffing at the way you were being painted. It wasn't that Gossip Girl was out to get you specifically, but you just had nothing to defend yourself with. Moreover, you were too fazed by Jongseong's sudden appearance to care.
"Isn't recluse a bit much?" You huffed at him. "All she said was that I fell off the radar a little."
Jongseong scoffed. "You know more than anyone that that's just another term for social suicide."
You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, but it was true: you were falling off the social pyramid. This wasn’t like you. Normally, you were one to climb the ladder, knocking down whatever obstacles stood in your way. Being compliant like this did not suit you at all.
There was, however, one thing you figured you would go along with: if you couldn’t knock Gossip Girl down, you could at least play her game and play it well.
“You think I don’t have a plan?” you asked, brow raised in suspicion. Jongseong’s lips hiked up into a smirk; he, of all people, knew that you always had cards up your sleeve. “If Gossip Girl wants me in the spotlight, I might as well look good in her spotlight.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Jongseong agreed, “but how do you plan on doing that?”
You faltered for a moment. “Uh… well…”
“You can’t do this without me,” Jay interrupted, and his cocky manner of speaking had you half-intrigued and half-irritated.
You folded your arms across your chest. “What’s your plan then?”
“The best way to fight a scandal is to be involved in a bigger scandal,” Jay started, his deep voice velvety and smooth, “and Park Sunghoon happens to be my best friend, so—”
“So you’re telling me to become involved with you,” you finished for him. “You’re saying the spotlight will be off our breakup if they start thinking I’m with his best friend.”
Jongseong inhaled deeply, grabbing you by the forearms and closing his eyes. “You’re so hot when you catch on quickly.”
“Oh, shut up,” you mumbled, brushing him off. You couldn’t explain the shyness growing in your chest, though, because you had never felt this small around Park Jongseong. He had a big presence, but you never acted like this around him. “That’s a stupid idea, Jongseong. Your friendship with Sunghoon would be ruined for good this time.”
“He’s fine with it.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Did he really tell you that?”
“How do you think I got the black eye?”
Your breath was caught in your throat. You hadn’t been thinking too much about that little thing, but now that you knew the reason, it felt bigger than it should’ve been. Each time you were closer to confirming Jongseong’s feelings for you, the more scared you felt.
It wasn’t reciprocating them that you were afraid of, it was your entire dynamic with him being ruined.
You liked what you had. You liked the comforting feeling you felt around him. If anything knocked the Earth even a smidge off its axis, the effects would be drastic—the same applied here.
But Jongseong was right: your friendship with him was ruined the day you fell for each other. There was no going back now.
Then there were those moments where you just wanted to crumble, to melt into Jongseong’s touch. You wanted to let go of all the fears keeping you away from him. Part of you knew how much Jongseong wanted you, how he wanted to know how the lines of your body looked, how intoxicating the taste of your lips were. That part was quickly clouding your senses.
“It just has to be an accident,” Jongseong murmured, closing the door behind him as his sharp eyes kept boring into yours. “I just need one picture, and your name will be in people’s mouths for months.”
As entrancing as the offer was, Jongseong’s proximity was even more so alluring. You could only nod dumbly as he closed in on you, eyes flitting from his lips to his eyes. You steered away from his face when you saw him pull out his phone from the corner of your eye, but with his other hand, Jongseong grabbed your chin and made you face him.
“Eyes on me, princess,” he ordered. “We have to make this as believable as we can.”
Before you could respond, Jongseong pressed his lips against yours, and everything melted away. You couldn’t even hear the sound of the camera going off multiple times when all you could taste and feel was Park Jongseong. With his free hand, he held the small of your back and tugged you so impossibly close that your body was pressed flush against his.
“Is that good—mmph!”
When you thought the job was done, Jongseong pocketed his phone and embraced you with both hands, kissing you with more fervor compared to before. Now, he had a fire that was burning a little brighter as he bit down on your lower lip. You couldn’t resist him anymore, though, so before you knew it, your tongue was dancing with his.
He walked you back until the back of your knees were hitting the arm of your couch. His lips left your lips to make their way down to your neck as you were guided to lay down on the couch. The remote under you was digging into your back, but you were too distracted by how soft Jongseong’s lips felt against your skin.
You were waiting for yourself to snap out of this fantasy, but you fell apart in Jongseong’s hold when he started rubbing circles on the fleshy part of your pelvis. You sighed in bliss, aching for him to touch you more, but Jongseong pulled away when he could tell you were getting needy.
He pulled away, lips swollen and pupils blown out. You were sure you looked just as dazed, but the lust was still set deep in his eyes.
Jongseong grinned. “How was that for a show, princess?”
You scoffed. It sure didn’t feel like a show once his phone was away, but you were too flustered to argue.
“You’re quite good at this charade.”
Jongseong only shrugged in response, hands still lingering by your hips. “What can I say? I’ve learned from the best.”
You felt your cheeks turn hot, so you looked down at Jongseong’s pants for his phone. “Whatever. Just post the picture already.”
“Get it.”
“W-what?”
“Get it out yourself.”
He sat up, manspreading like it was an invitation. You swallowed thickly when you realized Jongseong wasn’t budging. He was far too stubborn and far too amused by how unnerved you got.
However, what your best friend forgot to realize was that you always compensated with faux overconfidence.
“Fine,” you gave in loudly
You slid your hand up Jongseong’s thigh and into the pocket of his pants. Your other hand slid across his lap to rest on his other thigh. While you fished for his phone, you allowed your hand to move over his crotch, pressing down just enough to get him riled up.
“Y/N,” Jongseong mumbled, groaning when you palmed him harder. “Shit—cut it out.”
Your voice was a little breathless when you spoke, “You told me to get it myself”—you pulled his phone out of his pocket and slid it into his hand—“and I did.”
Jongseong let out a heavy sigh, eyes trained on yours, and you weren’t sure if he was annoyed, horny, or both until he leaned in and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You nearly yelped when you felt your best friend press kisses into your neck and shoulder, all the way up until he reached your mouth. This time, when you kissed him, it was lazy and sated.
For a while, you went with it. You let Jongseong pull you onto his lap, let him drag his hands up your shirt, let him play with your tits as you squirmed on top of him. You were so close to just snapping and letting loose because you were sure you would become a moaning mess if he kept it up.
But, this time, it was Jongseong who came to his senses.
You were pleasantly surprised that he had any to begin with.
“The post,” he reminded the both of you, and you wondered what the fuck you were doing on top of Park Jongseong. What were you doing camouflaging your feelings like a coward?
You watched Jongseong post a rather indecent picture of you two making out. He left it on his Instagram profile for a few seconds, watching the likes hit the hundreds in under a minute. When he was satisfied with the response, he deleted the post and went on to post another picture he had of him with Sim Jaeyun.
Genius, you thought. He’s covering it up as an accident.
And it worked. You watched those who screenshot the post spread it around like wildfire. It had only been some minutes, so you could only imagine how people would react after a few hours passed. Gossip Girl would definitely be on this as fast as she could.
“And my work here is done,” Jongseong said with an air of finality, looking quite pleased with himself.
You didn’t realize how disappointed you sounded when you asked, “You’re leaving?”
The shift in Jongseong’s expression almost scared you, more so because he got worked up so quickly because of you. The look in his eyes got darker, and he no longer made an effort to stop staring at your lips.
“Maybe I’ll stay a little longer,” he murmured and held the back of your neck to kiss you again.
It was in those few milliseconds before Jongseong’s lips touched yours where you felt insecure. You thought of how he showed up after an entire month of not talking, how he touched you like you were all he ever wanted, and you felt so, so confused. Confrontation had always been your thing, but you had no idea how to approach it this time.
Still, you had to ask, “You told me you liked me, right?”
Jongseong pulled back, fingers brushing against the nape of your neck. He looked confused, like the answer was clear as day, but he answered, “Of course. You think I’m lying?”
Your best friend wasn’t one to be sentimental. You realized the friendship you had built up all the time had already been smashed to the ground. His feelings had already broken into the wall you put up.
“Jongseong,” you started, a sharper tone to your voice, “do you like me because of who I am, or do you like me when I’m the Queen Bee because of Gossip Girl?”
At first, hurt crossed his face. A look that slapped you in the face because how dare you make CEO Park’s son look so wounded? But then, something softer drowned it, and you were sure he understood where your fears were coming from. After all, before being someone you’ve grown to love, Park Jongseong was your best friend.
“I like you,” he started, cradling your jaw gently as his thumb rubbed soothing circles against your skin, “because you’re Y/N.”
It wasn’t a new concept; people made out and fucked around regularly. Human beings were a populace driven by their desire to screw anyone that would let them, and so often it felt exactly like what kept the planets spinning and the stars shining in the sky.
But, with Jongseong, there was no cosmic plane you felt connected to, no overarching connection to the universe. It was just you and him there, on your couch, kissing without any care in the world.
You liked it better that way.
You supposed you could say you were back and better than ever.
Gossip Girl had you on most blasts, gushing about your illicit affair with “Prince Charming’s best friend.” She raved about how adventurous and deliciously evil you were for hooking up with Park Jongseong. The response was just as good, and despite how shitty it actually was, people loved how you reacted to your breakup. The public wanted you and Park Jongseong together. Sunghoon seemed a little bitter about it initially, but you ended up talking to him about how it was the best for the both of you.
Yet, that was another problem: Jongseong.
Your desire went beyond wanting to be on the A-List again. You hadn’t even hooked up with Jongseong yet, but you wanted to. It was starting to frustrate you because he fucked you in the past, but he seemed to be having a hard time doing so now.
You were growing needier and needier each day, but Jongseong was too scared to defile you. He was too scared to cross the “fake relationship” you both had created, fearing what would happen when you embraced your intimacy. There was nothing fake about the both of you, though; whenever you made out with Jongseong behind closed doors, it felt so raw, so real.
There were times, however, where you both would come close to going all the way.
For example, once you were coming back from a party (escorted by Jongseong, of course), and perhaps being clad in fresh-off-the-runway clothing was a bit much for your fake boyfriend. Right when you two got into the limo, he tried tugging the dress right off you, sucking hickies into the column of your neck and running his hands up and down your body. Something about bouncing on his lap through all the speedbumps was so incredibly hot that Jongseong dry humped you the whole ride back home. He aided your first clitoral-stimulated orgasm by rubbing your sensitive bud in torturous circles until you saw stars.
Another time, Jongseong invited you to his summer villa to spend the weekend. His parents left a day early which meant Jongseong pinned you up to every surface so he could have his way with you. This time, Jongseong did slide his cock into you, but it was soon interrupted by Jaeyun calling at the worst possible time. Your best friend seemed to realize he was going too far, and he ate you out instead. You couldn’t complain, though, because he was incredible.
Then, Jongseong invited you to his cabin during the winter season. Gossip Girl had posted many pictures of the two of you making out and playing in the snow. She even started to address the two of you as a couple instead of just fuckbuddies. This was a shocking development, even more so when Jongseong nearly went all the way with you again that night. This time, it happened in the outdoor hot tub. He slipped his fingers under your bikini bottoms and fingered you until you were a mewling mess. Afterward, Jongseong tried fucking you senseless on the surface of the poolside, but your neighbors were a little too curious for the both of you to want to keep going.
Now, you were about to snap and lose it if Jongseong didn’t fuck you into the mattress.
You were riding his thigh as he sat on the edge of his bed. You always knew Jongseong was a dom, but he slipped into the role with such ease that it left you throbbing, wanting more.
“Suck,” he demanded, holding two fingers up to your mouth, so you latched on, tongue swirling around his digits until he was satisfied. Jongseong bit his lip, eyes racking your figure. “What am I gonna do with you, princess?”
Despite how condescending he sounded, your insides twisted at how dirty those words sounded. You nearly jolted when he started rubbing you through your underwear, thumb circling around your clit with a mission to make you come undone. You were so wet because of him, your underwear slick with your arousal and sticking to your skin uncomfortably.
You just wanted Jongseong to take it off. You wanted him to take your clothes off and pound into you until you couldn’t even remember your own name.
“Faster,” he growled, watching you whine and whimper as he flexed his strong muscle against your core.
It was hard to keep yourself upright, especially when Jongseong started playing with your folds, but you forced yourself to stay grounded. It was worse when his thighs looked so sinful in those tight-fitted jeans he wore. All you wanted was to just reach your high, but Jongseong would stop bouncing his leg whenever you got close.
“Quit edging me,” you complained.
He only returned a cruel chuckle. “Then stop making me want to edge you. You just look too cute when you’re whining like that.” You glared at him, so he grinned sheepishly. “Alright, alright, I’ll help you out.”
You were skeptical when Jongseong took you off his knee, but your heart started beating a little faster when he laid you down on the bed. You wondered if he was finally going to fuck you, but he dropped to his knees. It wasn’t a total loss because his tongue did wonders, but you were so eager for his cock inside of you.
“You love tormenting me, don’t you?” you asked, raising your head just enough to see him going down on you.
Jongseong smirked as he tugged your underwear down your legs. Your arousal was already obvious, and it made your best friend’s pride swell even bigger than it normally was. He snickered and spread your legs, manhandling you a bit so that you were in the right position for him.
Nothing ever prepared you for the pleasure you felt from Jongseong’s tongue; it was mind blowing every time. You whimpered when he licked a long stripe along your folds, his movements slow and teasing. He shamelessly groaned at the taste of you, and the vibrations sent shivers down your spine.
And, god, he ate you out like a man starved, diving in with no proper preamble. You could only squirm and twitch under him as he drove you closer and closer to your orgasm. You wanted to reach the tipping point already with how sensitive your clit was getting. Each time he licked or sucked the ball of nerves left warmth blooming under your skin.
“That’s it, Jongseong,” you whined, “come on.”
You turned your head, overwhelmed by the build-up of pleasure that was working its way through you. It was sifting under your skin, tightening the knot in your chest. You were waiting for the pressure to just burst, for the knot to just come undone.
Heat curled in your stomach, flames licking at what dared to send you over the edge. Jongseong gripped your thighs tighter, and that felt like the only thing keeping you rooted to your position on the bed. If you lost him, you would’ve felt like you were sinking into the ground.
“I’m so close,” you whispered. A small whine escaped your throat, and you threw your head back, hips arching. “Oh my god.”
He fought your hips back down, manhandling you to keep you still, followed by a pinch to your inner thigh. Jongseong’s tongue pressed flat against your clit, and a few seconds of sucking harshly had you keening and cumming from his mouth. He continued to work his tongue on your clit, through the aftershocks and jolts that coursed through your body, that pulsed through your core. He relished the cries and whimpers that spilled from your lips because even though you hated feeding his ego, he was just so damn good at what he was doing.
You knew a haughty smirk would come afterward. You knew he would say something stupid about how he could make you cum with just his tongue. You knew that would piss you off, so you had to do something fast.
“J-Jongseong,” you breathed out, “let me suck you off.”
He looked back at you with wide eyes, disbelief knitting his brows together at your request. You were a bit shocked by the words that came from your mouth as well, but you did want to pleasure Jongseong as much as he pleasured you. He looked winded at the mere thought of you between his legs, giving him the best blow of his life.
“God.” Jongseong groaned, closing his eyes as you got off the bed to sit him down and settle between his thighs. “Please, Y/N.”
There was a time where an individual had to come to realize that they were flawed. They had flaws that put them on the same level as everyone else. Flaws that made them human. Jaeyun was shit at macroeconomics, Sunghoon didn’t know how to swing a golf club without seriously injuring someone, Jongseong couldn’t get through a conversation without manipulating someone for fun, and you? You didn’t know how to give head.
You would think after all these sexcapades with Jongseong and having Sunghoon as a boyfriend, you would be experienced in the art of sucking dick, but you were completely useless once you were down on your knees. Sure, you knew it got hard and you had to suck it, but how could you make yourself look irresistible while doing so? You felt like you were missing too many steps to just jump in.
However, when Jongseong saw your hesitation and wide-eyed curiosity, the tent in his pants grew bigger.
That was easy, you thought, pleased.
“Need help, princess?” he cooed, the smirk on his lips getting bigger, more mocking. He stood up, and you sat up on your knees. “You look a little lost.”
“I’m just fine,” you gritted out.
Still, it was pathetic how you were floundering about, hoping something would click and show you how exactly to do it. No one told you about stuff like this. Even with Sunghoon, your relationship had never progressed to the point where you did things like this. You supposed it was because he was so proper, but you realized how vanilla he was with you.
There was nothing bad about vanilla, though. It was plenty of fun with the right person, but Jongseong added the perfectly-portioned dash of excitement that set your nerves on fire. This all felt like uncharted territory to you, but it was comfortable and exciting.
Jongseong threaded his fingers through your hair for a moment before finding a secure place to grip. You jolted back a little when he pulled your hair a little so that he could see your face.
“Hey,” you warned, pouting.
“Keep that mouth open, kitten,” he said. With his other hand, he ran the head of his cock across your soft lips. “I’m gonna fuck that filthy mouth of yours.”
“I’ll bite you,” you taunted.
“Let’s see if you can even do that with my cock down your throat.”
Park Jongseong was an impatient man. Sometimes this was to your advantage because somehow, you were glad that he shoved his length into your mouth before he could see how embarrassed you looked. This was completely new to you, but you kitten-licked the head just like the girls did in cheap pornos. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to be a bad move as Jongseong let out a low groan when you did.
If this was a cheap porno, you dressed for the role quite well. Jongseong loved it when you wore that short, pleated skirt. He was absolutely insatiable when you teased him with that gap of skin between the end of your skirt and the top of your thigh-high socks. Earlier, he took your socks off slowly, hands running down your legs and eyes never leaving yours. You found it incredibly hot, but you were more satisfied knowing that Jongseong found you gorgeous beyond belief.
You wondered if he liked it when girls looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes. Park Jongseong knew you were far from innocent, though, but they still had an effect on them. He grew in your mouth, hard as a rock—so hard that you didn’t think it was possible to even take something so solid inside of you.
He moved his hips slowly, his cock pumping in and out of your mouth. You whimpered whenever his head hit the back of your throat, tears springing to your eyes as you were trying to fight your gag reflex. You looked up at him, but Jongseong’s gaze flew to the ceiling when he saw how fucked-out and teary-eyed you looked. You could taste the bitterness getting squeezed out of his slit, and you realized he was getting turned on by you choking and crying over his cock.
You couldn’t tell if you were flattered or pissed off.
Jongseong’s hand came down to hold your cheek, thumb wiping at the salty tears running down your face. “You’re usually mouthy,” he said, voice dropping a few octaves, “so it’s nice seeing my cock shoved down your throat. Now you can’t talk back.”
You wanted to argue, but Jongseong was right: you couldn’t do anything because he was so big. Not only that, but he was so girthy that the corners of your lips were stretching open past their usual limits.
You snaked your tongue along the large vein running up his cock, and watched gleefully as Jongseong shuddered from the pure pleasure. You were beyond delighted with his reaction, but, from there, it was like you unleashed a beast. Jongseong showed you no mercy as he started pistoning his hips forward. You whimpered as you felt the head of his cock go down to your throat.
Fuck. You were deepthroating him.
Your muffled moans didn’t go unnoticed and had Jongseong’s precum spilling into your mouth. With one last thrust, Jongseong’s hips staggered, one hand fisting your hair and the other gripping the base of his cock, and he released his hot seed down your throat. You closed your eyes tightly as you swallowed down the bitter taste of his cum, and Jongseong pulled out of your mouth.
“Stay still,” he breathed out, still gripping your hair to keep you facing him. He pumped his cock over your face to milk out whatever he had left and let it squirt onto your face. Jongseong looked absolutely winded by how breathtaking you looked. “Fuck. You’re gorgeous.”
When you were sure his cum was nowhere near your eyes, you looked up at him. You tried to look as menacing as possible, but Jongseong was still looking at you like you were the most precious thing ever.
“Then fuck me, Jongseong,” you begged when he handed you a tissue to wipe off. You dabbed at your face, frustrated. “I’m tired of this.”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I’m tired of us parading around like a couple without actually being a couple!” you admitted. “I want you to make love to me without treating this like a stupid fake relationship.”
You were close to yelling, and Jongseong was still trying to process your words. He looked rather amazed that you wanted to date him for real, despite the countless times the both of you had expressed you had feelings for the other.
It was stupid, really. It was stupid how you kept hiding your feelings out in the open, acting like you didn’t care if you dated him or not. It was stupid how you kept convincing yourself it didn’t matter as long as you were by his side. It was stupid because, before you knew it, you were head over heels.
“I’m in love with you, Park Jongseong.”
Those were definitely not the words you meant to blurt out. Something along the likes of I want you to fuck me right now would’ve made more sense, but your feelings were working faster than your brain was.
For a second, Jongseong just stared at you. He looked deep into your eyes as if he was trying to confirm whether you were telling the truth or not. He was at a war with himself, but you were relentless. You steeled your nerves, but that all went to hell when Jongseong grabbed your face and kissed you like nothing else mattered.
You only had a split second for a sharp intake of breath before Jongseong was bunching up the fabric of your skirt, pulling it up your waist so he could palm you through your underwear. You whimpered and held onto his shoulders as he broke from your lips, trailing kisses down to the column of your neck.
“I love you, Y/N,” he mumbled against your skin. “I’ve loved you since forever.”
“Oh, Jongseong.” You sighed in bliss, closing your eyes when he started rubbing your clit, the friction from his hand and the fabric aiding your building orgasm.
He pushed you back onto the bed, getting over you and continuing his ministrations, hitting all the right places to make your thighs twitch. You could feel your core start to pulsate, and you knew what was coming. You pulled Jongseong impossibly closer, one hand in his hair and the other running down his back, leaving white-hot trails caused by your nails.
“Fuck,” he cursed, warm breath fanning your sweat-beaded skin. “You know how pissed I was whenever I saw you with Sunghoon? Saw you acting like he could treat you better than I ever would?” Jongseong had enough and lined up his cock at your slit, rubbing the head along your folds to prep you. “Saw you acting like he could fuck you better than I ever could—f-fuck.”
You let out a broken moan when Jongseong pushed into you, wincing at the stretch. You’ve had his cock in you before, but he was so large and throbbing, and you had almost forgotten how big he was. You felt pathetic for having prepared for this moment for so long, but you were still struggling to take all of him.
He brushed your hair out of your face—a heartwarming gesture that you would normally be affected by if he wasn’t currently splitting you in half. “Are you okay, princess?”
His engorged cock against your tight walls made you gasp when he pushed in deeper. His voice was the only thing you were holding onto as a tether. Slowly, the discomfort of the stretch turned pleasurable, and you craved more. You bucked your hips a little, wanting as much friction as possible.
“Jongseong, move,” you whimpered, gripping his shoulders a little tighter.
Jongseong nodded and thrusted his hips so that his pelvis was flush against yours. You cried out at the motion; you never knew it could feel this good, and it was making you go haywire. Jongseong’s grunts were suddenly music to your ears because each one was accompanied by a sharp thrust. You were bouncing against the bed, hiking up higher on the sheets each time he fucked into you.
“Oh my god,” you breathed out, voice cracking at the end as Jongseong railed you.
You almost wanted to laugh when he moved his hand to hold yours—stronger one gripping a weak one. It was such a domestic (yet incredibly hot) gesture that was in such stark contrast to the fact that he was drilling into you harder than you had ever imagined. You were a mess under Jongseong, moaning and crying for more, and he was absolutely enamored at the way you looked under him.
“Mine.” he growled, desperate to finally have you for himself. You suspected he fell back into his own thoughts again, thinking about how Sunghoon would hold you, how he had to hang around you pretending he didn’t have feelings for you. “Mine.”
“J-Jongseong!” you crooned, and fuck, the way he looked at you when his name fell from your lips. You felt butterflies pitted in your gut, but honestly, you weren’t sure if the feeling came from that or the fact that you could see his cock bulging in your stomach.
It was like you had everything you wanted to say—the perfect words formed on the tip of your tongue. They had collected like fireflies in a glass jar, bumbling around and waiting to fly out. You opened your mouth to speak, but at that very moment, Jongseong’s cock hit the perfect spot deep inside you, making your thoughts scatter as if the fireflies had been released.
“Right there!” you sobbed, barely noticing how absolutely feral Jongseong’s grin was.
The pressure was blinding, but a few more thrusts sent you spilling over the edge. You looked up at the ceiling, a gasp caught in your throat as the pleasure came in slow waves. You clenched around him repeatedly, making him curse out filthy words.
He groaned lowly, fucking you through your orgasm to make it longer than it normally would’ve been. You had never been drowning in pleasure for this long, and your eyes misted over while you tried to hold eye contact with your best friend—or, rather, your boyfriend.
This was heaven. No, this was the answer to life, the universe, and everything.
After a few more thrusts, it was Jongseong’s turn to cum. He managed to pull himself together and pull out of you, ropes of cum spilling onto your stomach. There were no words shared between you two for a moment, only heavy breaths and lingering stares.
It was after you regained your bearings when you said, “If confessing to you was all it took for you to fuck me like that, then I should’ve done so a long time ago.”
Jongseong laughed and—forget the grunting—that was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.
And, in that moment, you realized what you had been missing out on this whole time. You realized how people like Sunghoon and NingNing gravitated back to each other, like they were destined to be together. You realized why you and Jongseong fit each other so perfectly.
You loved him. You loved all those little parts of him that made up who he was. You loved Jongseong because you both saw each other’s raw, unfiltered being. You understood each other and loved each other despite all the ugly parts of yourselves.
“I mean it—what I said earlier,” you said softly, the space around you both completely still other than the rise and fall of your chests. “I love you.”
“I have another confession,” he said. “Remember when I cut my hair?”
“Yeah?”
For the first time in forever, the prettiest, most lovesick smile broke across Park Jongseong’s face. “That was for you.”
omg hii i saw you were doing the alphabet prompts thing and i was wondering if you could do v and jay? also i love your writing so much! your recent sunoo fic was a godsenddd.
note. thank you so much for joining in, the game's even more fun when there are more people ! and i'm so glad you enjoyed it, the sunoo fic was the result of me struggling to write for months.
code. valentine; how did they act when they were first crushing on their darling?
warning. allusion to stalking & murder, cheating.
if there was anything ceo! jay was an expert at, it was the art of concealing his true intentions. as one of the most notable figures in the business industry, he was fully aware that all eyes were on him. should he slip and tell the world that he was wrapped around your finger, you would resign and seek another job.
(he knew that implementing an audio perceptive device in your office would benefit him.)
to ensure that such a drastic action will not occur, he does not give you any special treatment. even if he knows that you overwork yourself to meet the deadlines that he has set for your department, he must remain ignorant. otherwise, one of the employees will catch onto his intentions and waste no time in handing the info over to the infuriating media.
just a little longer, he constantly reminds himself. give him some more time and he'll take you away from all the stress that your co-workers press upon you, even farther from your stupid little lover who never bothers to give you the things that you rightfully deserve.
“just a little longer,” he mutters through gritted teeth while watching the scumbag dare to pleasure someone else in the same apartment that you had bought for him. he feels the handle of the knife indenting his palm. the longer he waits, the thinner his patience.
oh well, he's sure his assistants are more than capable of handling one more corpse.
6:50 p.m. ▸ “what’s that on your neck?” your little brother asked, frowning at the few purple bruises splayed across your skin that you forgot to cover up.
you panicked for a second, knowing well that the culprit was right across the table, staring down at his plate of pancakes like it was the last thing he would ever see. your boyfriend, jay, was trying to collect himself while you were floundering for words.
“your sister accidentally burned herself with the curling iron,” jay lied coolly for you, and you were almost impressed with how smooth he was until your best friend, nishimura riki, decided to open his mouth.
“they’re lying to you,” riki said. “he gave her a hickey.”
while your little brother tried to figure out what in the world a hickey was and you tried to convince him it wasn’t a big deal, riki was being chased around the house by your angry boyfriend.
⤷ with the way things are doing, it’s time for him to know he is loved and appreciated
something was wrong, terribly wrong.
it’s like the air shifted, and the atmosphere turned cold. something wasn’t right.
you sat there in deep thought at the inkling feeling of worry. then that's when the person you cared for the most walked in. his tall frame entered the room with booming confidence. but something’s wrong. and now, looking at him closely, his shoulders slumped in distress, his eyes hooded with stress, his lips swollen due to his constant biting, and his whole being worn-out.
“jay?” you asked in concern as you took him in your arms. jay says nothing, but he leans more into you, basking in your warmth. in no rush, you slowly carded your fingers through his smooth locks, playing with it. “is something wrong with me?” he perked up.
your actions paused at his words.
‘is something wrong with me?’ you thought. a scoff almost left you at how absurd that sentence sounded. jay stared at you in silence while you took in his question.
“no. there’s nothing wrong with you, jay.” you started. “you’re literally so perfect in every way. you’re so caring, honest, gentle, passionate, kind, confident, and you basically light up the room with your presence.” your eyes met his in a way he only knew, a look reserved for him only.
“not to mention you’re also talented, you’re great at everything you do, and i admire you for that. on the outside, you have this fierce and tough exterior.” the last part made him laugh into your neck. his hands went to your sides, squeezing them out of affection.
you continued, “but on the inside, you’re so warm and soft. i’m so happy to be the person to see all of those versions of you, knowing that the man i love is this perfect and thoughtful human being. honestly, every little thing you do leaves me in awe. you are special to me, jay. not only to me but also to the people around you. all you’ve done is give love, and now it’s your turn to receive it.”
by the end of your talk, jay was nearly in tears, and he was quick to wipe them away. you pulled him closer to you, so he’s on top of you. he lets his emotions out for the first time in months, and it felt so good to talk to someone about his problems. “thank you, y/n. i love you so much.” he sniffled.
“anything for you, my love. you have me.” you pressed a soft kiss on his forehead before gently stroking his cheeks.
being with jay is an experience of a warm ray of sunshine bathing you in the afternoon–with the birds saying its hello's and ice cream trucks not forgetting to pass by the playground as you swung in joy. jay feels like a sweet summer vacation yet for a lifetime; a huge breather to your life brimming with challenges. he's the one who made you look forward to tomorrows where your mornings will be engulfed by his warm smiles.
and now that today's his special day, it's you who greeted him in the morning with the greatest hug and whispered, "happy birthday, my light. thank you for existing."
