Characters: female reader x Jay Park (AOMG, H1GHR)
Genre: smut
Warning: 18+, degrading, explicit content
It was summer holiday. Actually you forced Jay to enjoy summer holiday since you know he’s a workaholic due to his position as CEO of 2 music labels. You chose Maldives as destination because you always wanted to visit there with your boyfriend. He agreed with your decision because he was too busy to book tickets and choose destination.
“Perfect, now we can spend all week just two of us” you were smiling and Jay approached you asking if you were happy. You nodded and looked at him with smile.
“Babe, I know you always want to visit Maldives. Are you sure you’ll be okay with sea? You can’t swim...” Jay teased you and punched by you at his back. You two seemed be happy on the first day of your holiday.
You guys arrived at resort. Jay tried to unpack meanwhile you just sat down looking at sea. He didn’t complain. He doesn’t and won’t complain because he always spoils you.
‘What a perfection’
“I’m going to take a shower first. Would you mind to join, my princess?” he kissed your hand and you just laughed at it and said no.
“This is your last chance, princess..”
‘Ugh, he’s just throwing a wink at me. Should I join him in shower?’
“Let’s make it quick!”
“A quickie? My dear princess wants me to fuck her? What a surprise?” he smirked and you couldn’t help looking at him.
‘Fuck, Jay, you’re fucking hot.’
“Strip”
“Pardon?”
“Do I have to repeat my words, baby girl?”
“No, daddy”
“Good girl, show me your perfect body”
You stripped and made sensual moves in front of him. You were enjoying yourself but suddenly you felt soft like baby hand discovered your body from your back to your butt. He grabbed your butt and you felt nice.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes, daddy”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, please”
“Dance for me” you were shocked. You tried to make him repeat his words.
“Didn’t I tell you clearly, princess? Do you want to be punished for not being nice to daddy?”
“No, daddy. I’ll dance for you”
He played Mommae for you to dance. You thought you would only dance but no. He touched your breast from your back and turned down to your womanhood. You started moaning and he stopped touching you. You wanted to whine but also afraid of being punished.
“Look at this slut, enjoying and moaning. Go suck this” he showed his thing to you and you tried to suck it well.
“Yes, yes, like this. Ah baby girl, you’re so good” then he licked your womanhood and you just cum.
“Wow, my slut just cum for now. Should I fuck you then? I haven’t touch your thing with my thing. Tsk tsk such a slutty princess” listening to his slutshaming made you feel sexier. He put his thing on your womanhood. It felt so great and tight.
"Daddy, please...”
“Is this one of your dreams? Fuck in the paradise?”
You nodded. You couldn’t take it more. You just wanted to cum. He knew you wanted to cum but he didn’t allow you to cum yet. He just smiled and felt satisfied with his horny girlfriend begging for cumming.
“Good girl needs to be rewarded, but you aren’t. I’ll give you smack on your womanhood, 10 smacks for rejecting me and 10 smacks for cumming before I told you so. Count, now”
“1... 2...” it felt sting but you liked it.
“Louder!” you ended up moaning harder and louder.
After giving you 20 smacks he fucked you again and again.
“Cum for me, princess”
“I’m cumming” you two cumming together. It felt so great. You followed him to shower with him before taking nap.
“I’m sorry jagiya, I think you won’t be able to walk along the beach for 2 days” he apologized with laugh. He played with your hair and kissed your forehead. He made you taking nap while naked. He felt satisfied and kissed you one more time.
You heard him saying that and said “You mean boyfriend, I expect us to stay active during holiday by walking not making out like this”
“Ah my baby girl doesn’t like it? Okay, from tomorrow we’ll take a walk” he kissed you and laughed.
Summary: An event reconnects a figure skater and a music artist who shared a history unknown to many. Will this pave way for them to rekindle their story that ended unexpectedly or will this be the chance for them to finally conclude it?
A/n: Inspired by the song Yuri on ICE of the same anime. A secret wish of mine is that you look up ‘Yuri on Ice’ music (the song on the last performance of the protagonist, Yuri) and listen to it while reading this, because this is how I wrote this scenario. I have written this scenario last year and I couldn’t post it—not knowing how to finish this, but now I did. I hope you’ll like it.
For Jay, it was just a cold, wide platform of thick ice until your sole presence filled it.
The side of the rink was teeming with people of all ages, thrilled in anticipation for the performance that was about to begin, and Jay was among them, seated on the edge of his seat and heart hammering against his chest as his eyes were trained upon the only person in the center of everyone’s attention. Everyone was watching the twenty-six year old girl from the moment she passed through a gate at the wall of the rink until she stood in the middle, hands delicately crossed over her chest.
She was clad in a white dress, glimmering under the beam of spotlight fixed on her. Her hair was tied in a neat bun, a river of braided hair around her head, and the lids of her eyes gleamed, smeared with dusts of white and silver glitters. To many, she appeared ethereal, like she was a star that was taken from the evening sky above her.
But for Jay, he knew in himself, no one else felt captivated by you as much as he was.
The music began playing, an intricate weave of tones searing into the silence of everyone pausing their breath. You fluttered your arms away from your body and pushed yourself into the depths of the rink, in time with the sharp tempo of the piano. Not one person existed in the same plane with you at this moment. You were focused; gaze following where your fingertips went like an invisible string, only you could see, connected each other.
Jay could feel his heart thumping heavily against his chest. It ran faster as you did your first jump, breaking the wall of air and fighting against the pull of gravity. He did not need to be a conversant in this sport for him to know that the height and your spins were note-worthy. Even how perfect you landed on the white canvass beneath your blades.
You flourished your hands, spinning air like thread around your arms, around your body. You raced only with the one who played the music, and then like the commentator projected, you jumped again. And again. More cheers from the crowd.
With his friends beside him, shouting and cheering as well, Jay instinctively smiled. He was full of pride. Until his mind was flooded with blurry images of the past while you roamed the ice rink, curving your body effortlessly close to the floor.
Then you slowed down, closed your eyes, and as if you had let go everything but yourself lost in the music, you pulled everyone closer to the edge. Drunk with anticipation for what’s about to happen, their eyes widened so they could see clearer each and every of your movements.
Jay knew. The pace slowed down so it could build up and you could tear everyone apart. You were beautiful. You had become so much more. For the first time in two years of not seeing you so close to him, he did.
A piece of you was taken, thrown into depths of everything you had lost. Its absence carved out a cavity inside you, until Jay came into your life and filled it.
Your hands clutched the hem of your dress as you watched silently performance up on the stage. It took place several after yours on the rink. Although your coach said nothing, you were aware of him stealing glances at you.
There were more feminine voices in the cheers coming from the audience. Jay’s voice boomed through the speakers and many chanted along with him. Unlike your performance, the audience could follow his for they knew his song.
Seeing him again, your mind raced with the events of the past. How you two met on a Sunday, just before dusk took over. A light snow had begun falling as the street lamps came into life, glowing dimly while a part of the sun was still visible in the sky. The streets would soon be covered in heaps of white flecks.
You were walking down the steps of the building where you spent half of your day with your ballet teacher, refining your movements for your program. He was on his way into the building, hands shoved deep in his coat pockets. Both of you were engrossed in your own thoughts that you had not seen each other until your bodies collided.
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.
You could not believe this man who caused you to fall on your bottom. Instead of apologizing first, he chose to curse.
He must have seen the disappointed look on your face for his face contorted with panic and he rushed into apologizing. He extended his hand to help you get off the ground. “Are you hurt?” He asked.
Somewhere, sometime in the past you had glimpsed his face. You wondered where you had seen him, but upon getting on your feet and feeling how every muscle in your body ached from the hours of practice, you shut your eyes and shook your head.
“I’m really, really sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s okay. I’m also at fault for not looking,” you said, cutting him off.
When he said nothing, you looked at him. He was staring at you, his lips curled faintly.
“Is there something on my face?” You inquired.
“Nothing. You just... you look familiar,” he said, scratching the side of his left cheek, shy all of a sudden. “I’m Jay,” he said and reached out his hand to you.
You told him your name. His eyes flashed—reflection of how he racked his brain for why he could have already seen you. “Well, I have to go. Good bye... Jay,” you said, clutching the strap of your bag while your other hand waved at him.
He nodded and decided to continue to his route. But something—the hands of fate or whatever it was—prompted him to turn his head to look at your back disappearing into the crowd.
It was your first good bye. You don’t know if it was a foreshadowing for the part of your lives meant to be shared together, that you would also be the one who would say these words again. And this time when you did, he no longer turned around to see you.
Still, while it lasted, it was a blissful ride that forever changed you.
The event was a tribute for the athletes in the country. After the performances, the artists, athletes and other VIPs went to the hotel adjacent to the venue for a dinner prepared for them. Everyone changed into their formal clothes; men in their neat tuxedos or suits and women in their fine evening dresses.
The hall was several meters tall and wide and adorned with over a dozen of round tables, each with quaint flowers held inside a clear vase. A red carpet, where everyone walked in, was laid from the main entrance of the hall. There’s a music playing through the speakers, its volume moderate enough to allow conversations to flow smoothly between people.
From where Jay was sitting, he could see you in your own table. You were with your peers and other athletes. Each one tried to avoid talking about their competitions and anything related to the sport they played, but when the center of their lives were about it, it proved difficult.
You leaned to the girl on your left and said something. As you stood up, your head turned to someone who talked to you. You smiled at him and nodded, and then you left.
Jay felt his heart skip another beat upon seeing once more how your dark blue long gown hugged your body. When you walked inside earlier, an arm linked with your coach, he had seen you from the side. The claps and murmurs were tell-tale signs of how you captured everyone again.
“I’ll be back in a sec,” he told Hyukwoo before he left his seat and wounded his path towards you. To those who smiled at him, he offered kind smiles, and to those whom he was certain demanded for a longer chat, he pretended not to hear.
He stopped when he was a foot distance behind you. Your name passed his lips, a string of alphabets he hadn’t said for a very long time. It was clumsy, but it was pure.
He saw your back muscles tense for a couple of seconds before you turned around, the mere action appearing before him like a clichéd slow motion scene in a film. Your eyes were wide with shock, lips partly open as you stammered into saying his name. He had forgotten when was the last time he heard you speak his name before him.
“Yeah,” he mumbled, smiling as he glanced down at his leather shoes. When he lifted his eyes to meet yours, he was welcomed by that familiar look on your face. Your eyes were bright with curiosity that he adored so, so much. Age might have matured your features, but you had grown more beautiful than he had ever seen you.
You tilted your head to the side, and he realized that you were waiting for him. He was so lost in finding his way to you that he had forgotten what he would actually say once you’re standing in front of him. Wasn’t it you who left him? Who chose her dream over than him? Why was he even here and finding a reason to talk to you?
But of course he knew. He loved you and he knew how important your dream was to you and to the people who supported you. Your dream was bigger than him, and he knows that, but he had forgiven you. He’d tell you over and over and over again that he had forgiven you, so you just have to come back.
“I-I just wanted to congratulate you,” he said, extending out his hand for a handshake.
You seemed taken aback, blinking swiftly as you stared at his hand. But once you regained composure, you took his hand. “Thank you, Jay,” you said, too softly.
Others wouldn’t have heard you, but he did. Perhaps it’s because he used to just observe how your lips formed to say his name and relish the feeling of your attention only fixed at him. He wondered then if you felt it, too.
If you remembered how you two met.
“I should congratulate you as well. Everyone enjoyed your performance. This... this is your dream and you made it,” you said, fingers curled around the stem of your wine glass.
A waiter passed by and offered Jay a drink from his tray.
At the back of your mind, you’ve always wondered if Jay realized, or if he ever knew at all, that your love for him was bigger than anything you’ve ever known. And it scared you, because you had not known this feeling until you were falling down its infinite well.
You were seven when you realized that becoming a figure skater was what you wanted for yourself. Your parents brought you to watch a competition that took place near your town, and seated close to the walls separating you from the rink, the ice was almost within your reach. It was so beautiful, despite the scars left by the blades of the contestants. It remained pure and unbending. From that time until that fateful day your path intertwined with Jay’s, the ice was the only thing you wanted.
Jay, he found you. When you were at that point in your life—just when you were close enough to the edge of the top—where you had to take a step back because a part of you had gone adrift. He stumbled into your life and he made you feel alive more than anything else. He embraced your scarcity with his warmth, and he made you feel things you named after his name.
What you lost you didn’t recover. Instead, you found something much more valuable. Your love for him pushed you to be better, to perfect your steps and spins and jumps for him. It was his effect on you, stronger than anything else and bigger than the world you used to live in before him.
You’ve never asked anything as hard as you did when you prayed to the heavens to give him to you forever. They, however, decided to make you choose. The man you loved or your dream.
So you made your choice. You chose him. But it wasn’t that simple, for you were chosen to be the representative for the grandest figure skating competition of the year. So many people put their faith on you—a fragile, greedy person who only wanted to be with the man she loved.
Let him go, they said. And you did.
But now you’re seeing him again. He’s in front of you and his hand reaching for yours, just like the first time you met. The feelings you have suppressed for so long filled every inch of you until you could take no more and they scattered into a million pieces as your skin made contact.
You knew as your thoughts pooled and your heart pounded until it ached that all of you have, once again, been captivated by him.
“I guess that calls for a toast for both of us?” Jay asked, lifting his glass.
Carefully, you glimpsed at the people around you. No one seemed to pay attention to the odd couple of a figure skater and a music artist who was about to share a toast. But it’s alright. You had given two years to them. Maybe now you could be happy, even if it’s short-lived.
You tipped your glass towards his and gave him a smile that you offered to no one else. “Of course. Cheers.”
“Cheers.”
As the liquid flooded the cavern of your mouth, you felt your nerves calm down. For a moment your attention shifted on the bitter taste on your taste buds. You glanced over at Jay, his eyes closed while he savoured the familiar taste, and found yourself staring at the curves and corners of his face. He was as youthful as he was two years ago.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jay asked all of a sudden as he opened his eyes.
“Like what?”
“Like you missed me.”
“I—,” you gulped, giving yourself a second or two to think for an answer.
Jay chuckled softly. “I’m just kidding. You should relax. Sometimes you can be so hard on yourself. You’re making everyone nervous.”
“I do?”
Jay laughed.
“See, I made you laugh.”
“You always do.”
“You’re making fun of me.”
“I’m not.”
You pursed your lips and averted your eyes.
Jay breathed out. “The last thing I will do to you is make fun of you. Remember what I used to tell you?”
“To be myself,” you said.
“That’s it,” he said, nodding weakly.
You couldn’t help but be drawn to how the lights swarmed in his eyes. He was a magnet in human form and you were the polar attracted to him. From the corner of your eyes you could glimpse his friends watching the both of you not so discreetly.
“I think your friends are talking about us,” you said.
Jay glanced at them briefly and then chuckled. “Let them be.”
“Do they know?”
“No.”
“Thank you, Jay. Really.”
Jay didn’t want it to end.
He wanted to be with you more, to spend the rest of the night with nobody else but you. He didn’t want to hear those words coming out of your lips like you were saying your farewell.
“Do you want to get out of here?” He bravely asked.
“O-out of here?” You asked, surprised at his suggestion. “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere. I know you and that you’re not as delighted to be here like what you want others to think. We can go anywhere you want.”
“I—” you glanced around, “I can’t just leave.”
“I’ll bring you wherever you want to be right now.”
Hesitant, you caught your bottom lip in between your teeth.
Jay knew he had gotten you. Oh he had so many things he wanted to do with you before and all of them came rushing into his memory.
“Okay,” you nodded. “I’ll go with you.”
It surprised him when you held out your hand to him, but it didn’t take him long to take hold of it and pull you away from where the two of you stood. “Stay close,” he whispered, and you nodded.
His heart raced faster and faster until he could hear it louder than the music playing throughout the hall. He made sure that your hands were obscured from the eyes of everyone else and your feelings kept to your own.
And then the both of you were out.
You squirmed out of his hand, and though he was disenchanted by the space left in his palm, he understood your concern. Anyone could see the two of you holding hands and it might spark an unnecessary article that would give birth to more.
As you two walked side by side and rode the elevator down to the parking lot, neither of you spoke to one another. He opened the door of his car, letting you in first before he did and settled behind the steering wheel.
You cupped his hands with both of yours like a delicate treasure and surprised him with a soft kiss on the back of his thumb. You never thought you could feel this again—that you would ever get to hold his hand once more and treat it like it belonged to you for an infinite span of time.
“Jay,” you called him out softly and let go of his hands. He turned his head to you then. “I’m sorry.”
He started the engine and nodded. “I know you are and I forgive you,” he said as he drove out to the evening, the sky a deep shade of black speckled with millions of tiny silvery dots that reminded him of your costume earlier. He didn’t know what this rendezvous meant for the two of you, but boldly reaching for your hand across the divide of your seats, he knew he just wanted to be with you.
So y'all, I (barely) survived the Sexy 4 Eva in Madrid, get ready for the spam ❤
I just want to say that Jay took someone's phone and they were making a videocall, so he sang while holding the phone so they could see him. Those people are so lucky and he is so damn nice 😭❤
He spoke a looot in Spanish and changed the lyrics just to use the Spanish words 😍
