𝙀𝙉𝙃𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙉 | Oneshots & More

(𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗦𝗢) 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗕𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 | Park Jongseong

Jay walks, talks, and fucks in business mode.

anon request: could you do Jay and the reader in the back of his limousine??

wc: 1.7k

A/N: probs not that good considering i'm basically brain fried from finals but ayyye!

not proof read. MDNI.

The plush seats are no where near as plush as Jay's lips when he puts them against you. Bruising, so brash and rough compared to what you expected from him.

He looked so...expensive just hours ago, but look at him now. Acting like a starving man in need of something. Acting as if you paid for this limousine to bring him back to after a chance meeting. Leaving his wallet with all of those heavy weighted credit cards tossed to the side as if you'd never think to steal them.

For a moment in the club, you thought his passing glances were coincidence. After all, you're not the prettiest or most flashy girl here tonight. In fact, you only got in because your boss put your name on the list. "Stay professional" has been the thought on your mind all night too.

After five or so drinks though, professional becomes something else. It becomes flirting with your boss. Flirting with your boss' sister, flirting with the bar tender, with the bouncer, with anyone walking up to the table since it's not professional to go out and dance.

When Jay approached, an upper management dick, or whatever, from your company's competitor, you remember drinking the paid for drink by him as if it was an insult. Like it didn't taste like fucking heaven. You endured your boss shit talking him, and the whole company he works for. You endured the fuzzy feelings in your gut when more drinks kept coming with his name attached through a whisper from the waiter. It was for the whole table just once, now multiple times, only for you.

And where did that professional persona go when you looked your boss in the eye as Jay walked you out of the club? Where did it go when Jay's lips formed a smirk at your boss' more pursed expression, with narrowed eyes solely because you laughed?

That smirk now. So, so soft compared to that fake ass company-man voice used to speak through them. He's saying sweet words now. No more work-related terms, only praise, only wants, only needs.

Curiosities. Oh god.

"Ever fuck your boss?" Jay had mumbled against your neck, kissing along your pulse points and making damn sure you shiver.

You lend him a giggle and a shake of your head.

"Fuck no." You laugh out, drunkenly and slurred just like him.

"Good." He had said back, while simultaneously pushing his fingers into you through the deep make out session with both your lips and your neck.

You didn't quite pick up on the possessiveness there, nor did you really care.

"Heard he wasn't of much use," Jay continues to mumble against you, angling his fingers up, down, forward, trying to learn your body and become an expert at it in record time. "Seeing how he let you walk right out with me, I'd argue the rumors may be true."

You moan before you pause, wrapping your legs around him and feeling the leather against your shoulders. His fingers are working magic despite the tight space he's created on top of you like this, but still, you pause.

He notes the slight confusion, or perhaps you're just as curious as he is. The response to your pause is a breathy laugh and a lick to your jaw before he whispers again, right against the shell of your ear.