hii i am crawling here with zero shame 🧎♀️
would you ever consider writing either a jay or ni-ki smut with a late-night reunion after tour?? like he gets back to seoul stupidly late, exhausted, still half adrenaline, and they’re in an established relationship where they’re painfully, mutually obsessed, and the sex they have is like sooo disgusting and just REAL, maybe you could add a size kink, YKKK WHAT I MEANNN ilysm
I take your zero shame, and I quadruple it hehehe. I haven't written for Jay yet, so this one will be dedicated to him >.<
Back to You - Park Jongseong
~~Tour is finally over, which means that Jay finally gets to see you again. The road back to you is long and grueling, but as soon as you see each other, nothing else matters more than reconnecting.~~
wc: 3.4k
content: oral (m receiving), vaginal penetration, no protection (wrap ur willy), nipple play, slight overstimulation, size kink
Long hours, hectic schedules, constant takeout boxes, and little sleep. But also hundreds of thousands of fans, a sea of love, and memories that would last them a lifetime. That was the best way to sum up tour. With all it’s chaos and confusion came so much love and support from fans all around the world. But now it was over and the boys were finally going home.
This meant a break for them. This also meant you would finally get to see Jay. After countless days apart, you would finally be reunited with your boyfriend today. Excitement didn’t begin to cover the feeling bubbling up inside of you as you skipped around the apartment, preparing for his arrival. Jay would be home that afternoon.
You could hardly sleep the night before, your body refusing to settle knowing that he would be in your arms soon enough. You had a whole day of relaxation planned for him. Nothing extravagant or overly strenuous. Just something to let him know you were happy he was home and reward him for a job well done.
It didn’t require much effort and it was easy to abandon if Jay wasn’t in the mood for much. A home-cooked meal, a few movies, a cuddle session, and maybe some fun afterwards if Jay isn’t too tired. That’s the plan. At least, it was the plan until you received a text from him a few hours earlier than his plane was meant to land.
Did he arrive early? You still had some cleaning to finish up and food items on the stove. If he were to come home early the surprise would be ruined.
But it was quite the contrary. Instead, you were faced with a text from him saying he wouldn’t be able to make it back for a while longer. Their plane was experiencing technical issues a few hours before they were meant to land, so they had to make an unplanned descent at a random airport. With that plane out of commission, they would have to wait for another one to be available. And with how small the airport was, who’s to say when they’ll be able to score one. Meaning your relaxation plans with Jay were cancelled.
He kept telling you he was sorry in his texts and how badly he wanted to see you. You weren’t even on the phone with him and you could tell he was spiralling from his frantic texts. You tried your best to soothe him, telling him he’ll be back home in no time, and regardless of when that was, you would be waiting for him.
That’s all it was at this point. Just a waiting game. But you had already been waiting for so long.
With the severe time difference, communication was difficult. Any calls you had were kept short, one of you just waking up while the other was getting ready for bed. Texts were time stamped with hours in between, conversations impossible to hold. All you could say was ‘good morning’ and ‘good night.’ He would send you pictures and little vlogs anytime he could. He would show you the things he bought and the things he saw, but he would always end off every video with an ‘I miss you’ and a kiss to the camera.
You cried some nights, the distance feeling like too much those days.
It seemed today might be one of those days. You hadn’t realized it at first. How much you had gotten your hopes up after so long apart. Not until you were packing away the food you prepared, a few stray tears dripping onto the clear container. You knew he would be home soon, but that didn’t stop it from hurting in the slightest.
Jay was anxious. Insanely anxious. Ever since the news that they would be making an early stop, Jay couldn’t contain his nerves. Every few minutes, he was glancing down to check the time only to see that hardly any had passed.
It felt like an eternity before they finally touched down in Seoul. And by that point, his phone was mere percentages from being dead and the entire day was gone. It was 3 o’clock in the morning.
“Hyung, you’re not gonna have any nails left if you keep chewing on them like that,” Sunoo chastised while watching Jay gnaw on his pinky.
Since piling their bags into the van, Jay hadn’t stopped bouncing his leg and biting his nails. He texted you when they landed, but there was no response from you. You were likely asleep with the rest of the city, tucked in your bed alone when Jay should be there holding you right now.
“You’ll see her soon. Don’t worry,” Jungwon says from his seat in the front of the van.
Jay spewed his anxieties for hours, hardly ceasing to breathe. As much as they understood their friend, it made their long day feel even more daunting.
“How much farther?” With his phone’s battery depleted, he couldn’t rely on time anymore, much less check any navigation systems. This was torture.
“If you looked out the window and stopped staring at your phone, you’d see we’re two blocks away,” Jake says.
As soon as the van comes to a stop, Jay is unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing up the rows to jump out before anyone else. They fussed and groaned but ultimately allowed his impatient behavior if it got him to you faster. He grabbed his dufflebag and his suitcase, then shot straight for the stairs. Jay was tired of waiting. He didn’t have it in him to stand around for the members to collect their things and pile into the elevator.
It didn’t matter much anyways. He wasn’t going back to their dorms. He was heading next door to you.
Jay watched the numbered plaques blur with every floor he conquered. One by one, he climbed each floor, his chest burning and his breathing picking up, but he wasn’t stopping when you were this close. When he finally reaches the floor, he’s bounding to the door, his fingers flying over the door panel as he puts in the code.
Once he’s inside, the contrast in energy is immediate. With all the control he can muster, Jay slips off his shoes and toes into the apartment quietly. He sets his bags down by the door and moves with quiet haste down the hall to you. The door creaks when he pushes it open, but he continues to hold his breath and walks over to the bed.
There you lay, sleeping peacefully. His heart clenched as he shrugged off his coat and put some of his weight onto the mattress. He could see that you were wearing one of his hoodies, the material drowning you and making you look even more precious in your current state. He could finally breathe. Pushing out the first calm breath he could muster, he feels the heaviness from earlier that day leaving his chest. Now that he was finally with you, everything was okay.
Jay pulls his knee from the bed to go get changed for bed, but he must have moved too fast. He stiffens in place when he watches you grumble under your breath, slowly rousing. When you split an eye open, you spot the shadowy figure standing there and you almost scream, convinced someone had broken into the apartment. But then you smell his cologne, and the sleepy haze begins to dissipate.
“Jay?”
The figure takes in a deep intake of air. He was shattering into pieces hearing his name fresh from your lips for the first time in over a month. It’s groggy and sleep riddled, but it tugged at his insides immensely.
When you got no response, you turned over and flicked on the bedside lamp. Looking back, you see your boyfriend standing there, his heart bleeding through his eyes and his hands fisting at his sides.
“Hi, baby.” His dimples poke out when he whispers it into the still air.
“Jay.” This time it comes out warbled and tears are spilling down your cheeks.
You crawl across the bed to him, and he's quick to greet you. He pulls you into his arms when you reach the edge of the mattress. Your legs fly around his waist and his hands fall under your thighs.
Grabbing his face, you pull him into a searing kiss. It’s been so long since you’ve felt these lips against yours. He gasped at the suddenness of the kiss, but was quick to reciprocate, melting effortlessly with you in his arms. Restless, Jay pushes his tongue into your mouth. You moan behind tears, holding him as if he might slip away.
Your tongue rolls over his, meeting and then separating for a fraction of a second before dancing again. The kiss is messy and full of spit and tears, but it’s also full of love. Even with his crotch bumping against yours as he holds you, his erection impossible to miss, you can’t stop the onslaught of emotions coursing through you. Tears spill and transfer over to his cheeks as your faces touch.
As emotional as it is, Jay can’t help the fit of chuckles that ensues everytime you sniffle against his lips. You can’t contain yourself, hiccuping with every slip of tongue.
You pull back to glare at him with watery eyes. “Stop laughing.”
“Sorry,” he bites his lips to conceal another laugh.
You couldn’t look any less intimidating. Your spit slicked lips had formed into such a cute pout. Your eyes were so glossy in the reflection of the singular lit lamp.
Jay can see that his laugh wasn’t helping when you huff and look away from him. He smiles lightly and spins around to sit on the bed. Squeezing the flesh of your thigh, he forces your attention back to him.
You’re met with the most tender eyes as he whispers, “I missed you so much.”
A small puff of air leaves your nose. “I missed you more.”
“Impossible,” he grunts when he feels your hands slide underneath his shirt.
Your fingers dance over his midsection, tracing his abdomen and caressing spine. Then, you venture lower until you’re gripping him over his pants. He shudders at the indirect touch.
“I see you still have a bit of energy left,” you smirk, stroking his twitching erection.
“I think I could manage a round or two before I pass out.”
Truth be told, he was exhausted as shit, but if his body could function for even a few minutes, he would persevere.
“Good.”
You push him onto the sheets and immediately go for his belt. You tug at the buckle until it gives before undoing his pants to pull them off. They were halfways down his thighs when you decided that would be enough. It was all the patience you could muster with your sweet boyfriend now in your grasp.
Jay cranes his neck to watch you crawl down between his legs. His cock is hard and awaiting attention from you, which you are eager to give from how fast you take him into your hand and begin stroking. He grunts when he feels your tongue on him, moving from his balls up to his top. You let saliva pool from your lips to make the slide of your palm against his cock easier. Then, you bring your mouth back down to his balls. They tense and release against your lips, the pleasure from your hand and your mouth making him feel far too good.
Over the course of tour, Jay had his fair share of days where he was pent up and he had to release some stress. It did the job for the time being but nothing could ever compare to your touch. To the way you kissed and licked his balls. The way you gave them one last peck before swallowing him down in one swift movement.
“Oh god.”
Jay’s head falls back onto the bed when you gag around his shaft before pulling up for air, a string of saliva snapping once you’re far enough.
“Sorry. A little rusty.” You stroke him more to make up for pulling away, the extra spit making the glide better and the slicking noises more pronounced.
Now sitting up on his elbows, Jay can see you clearly.
“I almost fucking came,” he shudders.
If that was rusty, he doesn’t know if he will be able to last much longer. You giggle and then take him back into your mouth, being more careful when you take him down this time. Your hand covers the portion at the base that your mouth is unable to handle. With your hand and your mouth in tandem, you rise and fall over Jay’s length.
He groans at immense pleasure.
Bobbing your head, you come up to his tip. He writhes and jerks his hips when you suck on the sensitive area.
“Oh my god, Baby.” Jay’s hands fist the sheets in an effort not to push your head down. He was on the verge of ruin, and you were rolling your tongue around his tip watching it closely.
Sweat coated his forehead and his chest was rising with every ministration of your lips. After so long apart, you wanted to watch the pleasure bleed out of him at your mercy. He was so good at making love and making you feel cherished and desired, but now it was your turn to return the favor. You were gonna take care of him and let him know just how much he meant to you.
Moving your hand away, you try again. You force yourself down to the base, sputtering around the heavy weight pressing at the back of your throat. But you refuse to pull up. Not yet.
Jay watches the tears roll down your cheeks as you tough it out. You stare at him through blurry eyes, hardly able to register him, but it pays off when he lets out a deep pained noise from your throat seizing around him. He was close.
Succeeding in your goal, you pull back once more, stroking him fiercely with a focus on the head. He’s slick all the way down to his balls and dripping onto the sheets. You take in a deep inhale, catching your breath as he twitches in your hand.
Jay’s eyes grow wide when you take him into your mouth once more. He panics, his hands flying to your hair this time in an effort to get you off. His words come out fast, a testament to just how close he was to falling apart.
“Baby,” he repeats with a ragged breath, “Baby, I’m about to come.” His stomach tightens as he warns you, but you don’t pull up.
You never let him come in your mouth. Usually, you pull out just before and let him finish in your hand or on his stomach, but you weren’t stopping. You instead fastened your suction around his cock and continued bobbing. He watches your pretty bleary eyes look at him with something so unnerving that it sends him over. Jay grunts deep and his body bows forward as you swallow him.
“Oh god,” he heaves with his eyes clenched shut. He shivers when you suck the tip of his cock, collecting the last bit.
“Okay, fuck.” His eyes momentarily roll back as he tries to speak. “That’s enough. Come here.”
He scoots up to plant his back against the headboard. Using your arm, you wipe the wet mess from your lower face, before straddling his lap and kissing him once more. Jay’s hands fall to your hips, his appreciation for your earlier act coming through as his lips meld with yours and his hands squeeze your sides.
Reaching down, you position his cock at your entrance. Then slowly, you sink down. The moment he’s settled inside, the both of you separate and your foreheads touch as your moans sync.
It’s the long awaited feeling of connection that runs through the two of you. Way too long you both feel. It had been more than a month since the two of you had sex. Not just because he was away at tour, but also the time before tour. He was constantly away at practice and you were busy with work. Most nights he was getting in late, completely zapped and you were the same. It was no shock that this felt insanely good considering how long it had been.
Jay bites his lip when you clench around him. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to last long.”
“Me neither,” you whimper, your walls stretching to fit him. “Shirt off.”
You tug at the bottom of the material until he gets the message and pulls it over his head. His hair messes up in the process, but it doesn’t matter. Jay doesn’t need to look perfectly styled with you. All you needed was for him to be there.
You reach for the bottom of the hoodie, preparing to toss it aside, when he grabs onto the hem and holds it in place.
“No,” he huffs, titulated by the image of you bouncing on his lap in his hoodie, “Keep it on.”
Heat runs up your cheeks at the request. The look in his eyes was betraying him, telling you all of the thoughts he hoped were locked away. His hands push under the hoodie instead, his hands cupping your breasts.
“You look so pretty in my clothes.” The hoodie slips off on shoulder as you arch into his touch. His thumbs roll over your nipples and you squeeze around him in response.
“Fuck, don’t do that.” His hips push up off the bed, chasing your pussy. You grind down to meet him before rising up again.
He was rubbing your insides so deliciously, pressing those spots deep inside of you that your fingers could never reach while he was away. You played with yourself to no end, hoping to attain a similar feeling, but it was impossible without his physical presence. You would cry and whine with your fingers digging to touch those spots that he nudged so perfectly, but it just left you aching for more.
But now, he was satisfying you to no end. His cock bumped inside of you as you rode him. Your hands slipped under the hoodie to rest over his as he massaged your chest. He could cover so much of your chest, but your hands just sat delicately over his, feeling every ridge of his knuckles and flex of his fingers. He squeezed and rolled the skin of your breast between his fingers as your head knocked back.
Mustering up all the strength you can into your legs, you bounce invigorated on Jay’s lap. An entanglement of juices and liquids slides in between your bodies with every rise and fall. His sweat-slicked back is sticking to the wooden headboard and his hair is matted to his forehead. You moan when he squeezes your chest harder, his impending climax bringing itself to the forefront.
He wheezes and groans, and then he’s pumping his seed inside of you. Warm spurts flood your pussy, but before you can stop to let him settle he grits out, “Don’t stop.”
The words leave him like air was punched out of his chest. He was barely keeping his eyes open, but he needed you to come to. He needed this beautiful reunion to end with your pussy massaging his cock.
Looking at the expression on his face, you whimper and nod. Your hips push down on his lap, grinding just right for his cock to nudge at your g-spot.
One of his hands moves from your chest down between your bodies. He finds your clit and rub fast circles. You yelp and jump away from his touch, but he chases your hips, pushing up for you to sit on his cock with a deep shudder and unbridled determination.
“Jay,” you keen when he spits on his fingers and returns them back to your nub.
“Come on, Baby. Come on my cock. Come for me,” he winces, mustering up the last of his energy to fuck up into you.
Then your hands are digging into his shoulders, your body quaking as you clench around him and he rubs you through it.
Once your shakes have ceased, you slide off of his lap and collapse onto the sheets next to him.
He huffs and turns to look at you. “That was amazing.”
You nod. “Shower?”
“Quick one. Then, we cuddle.”
“Sounds like a plan.”