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yeonzzzn · 3 days

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what would enha's (legal line) reaction be when you swallow their cum during the first bj you give them 😩

oh anon this is a good one!!!

✰ ✰ ✰ heeseung would be STUNNED. his pupils would be so blown out and he’d be panting trying to catch his breath. he’d have himself lifted up on his elbows, staring down at you between his legs as you swallow his load and stick your tongue out as far as it could go to show him how good of a girl you were for him. it would be so sexy to heeseung he could cum again on the spot just watching how your throat looked as his cum went down, “fuck that was hot.”

✰ ✰ ✰ jay…that man…the man he is…he would smirk so wide as his fingers grip tighter in your hair. “that was so sexy, babe.” he’d whisper and would want nothing more than to feel your mouth wrapped around his cock again JUST to see you swallow his cum down again and again and again. it would drive him insane, truly. jay would burn the memory into his brain to remember when you weren’t with him. he’d think about it all the time and start to crave your mouth taking him until he was cumming down your throat.

✰ ✰ ✰ jake wouldn’t expect it. “i’m gonna c-cum, baby,” he’d whimper, expecting you to release his cock from your mouth and let him cum on you. like heeseung, jake would be so stunned when you keep going until his seed is filling your mouth. he’d moan as you slowly slide him out of your mouth, flattening your tongue against his shaft as you move up, collecting any cum that was escaping and swallow it the minute his tip was at your lips. jake would stare at you in full shock and the only words he could form would be: “please do it again.”

✰ ✰ ✰ sunghoon I feel would be like jay, homie would be smirking so hard, “stick that tongue out for me, princess, i wanna see,” and you’d obey, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. hoon would grip your chin with his fingers and press down your tongue with his thumb as he looked inside, his cock twitching at the sight of the inside of your mouth, remembering how you just felt wrapped around him, how your tight throat sucked him so fucking good and even swallowed his cum?? sunghoon was on cloud 9. sunghoon would 100% start jerking himself off to get fully hard again just for a round two.

✰ ✰ ✰ sunoo…our sunshine boy would be so out of as he stares down at you between his legs trying to process that everything just happened. you’d give his thighs a squeeze as you open your mouth and show him you swallowed it all. a switch would flip within sunoo, his shocked expression would turn so lustful, “my pretty princess swallowed all my cum, ya?” he’d cup your face and bring you closer to his, his breath denting goosebumps down your skin, “I want to see you do it again.” and of course you’d obey, how could you say no to the sun itself?

✰ ✰ ✰ jungwon would be going THROUGH it. he’d be so ready for round two after seeing the look on your face once his cum hits the back of your throat. his hands would be shaking against the couch cushions as you slid off him and swallowed every ounce of his load. his eyes would be so wide and debating on pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. jungwon would move his hands to your face so fast and push you back down onto him, “fuck I need to see you do it again, please baby.”

#yeonzzzn asks #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #jungwon #heeseung smut #park jay smut #sim jake smut #sunghoon smut #sunoo smut #jungwon smut #enhypen

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jebi-won · 3 days

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enhypen texts of them being down bad

pairing: enhypen x reader

synopsis: enhypen being down bad for you

warning: cursing, usage of ma'am in sunghoon's one, usage of girlfriend in both niki's and heeseung's

a/n: these are texts that I found from pinterest that I thought fit them. I added a little bit of my own stuff to them too.

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minhosimthings · 2 days

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Gilded Skin || 18+

Synopsis: A makeout session with your tattoo artist neighbour

Pairings: tattoo artist!Jay × fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI 18+, Dom!Jay, sub!reader, fingering, p in v sex, rough sex, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, manhandling because idk I love Jay's hands, kinda pervert Jay, unprotected sex (not for you), swearing, use of "sweetheart"

A/N: for you my beloved @jaeyunluvr. Also possibly my last work for in a while since I'm getting kinda busy!

Tattoos.

Controversial (to some people) as they were, you loved them.

The mere thought of getting a tattoo scared you though, yes they were pretty, but number one, money and number two, needles. But soon enough, your friend, Heeseung, who was ironically a tattoo artist himself convinced you to pay a visit to the tattoo parlour.

Normally you would have refused, stating the usual excuse of 'I'm busy maybe next time?'. But lo and behold to Heeseung's ears you agreed this time.

"It's because of that hot guy there isn't it?" Heeseung snickered, his hands on the steering wheel as he drove you to the parlour.

'That hot guy' aka your new neighbour, aka the tattoo artist at the new tattoo parlour that had opened up down the street.

Even though it had been just a two minute walk's distance from you, Heeseung insisted on coming to the parlour with you. Although his actual motives were to see you absolutely melt infront of the man you had a cunt-destroying crush on, he kept on with the absolute lie that he was trying to be a supportive friend, and also obseve the artists at the parlor.

"He has a name you know." You rolled your eyes as Heeseung parked his car into the alleyway, "It's Jay or something."

"So we can no longer call him 'hot guy'?" Heeseung asked, seemingly amused by the way you were fiddling with your fingers, "Shame, I liked that nickname. What do you like about him anyway?"

What did you like about him. What answer could you have possibly given to that? Of course there were so many factors. The fact that he was your new neighbour but you still hadn't talked to him, the fact that he fed the street cats, the fact that he-

"His hands."

Heeseung's reaction was... appropriate to say the least. His choking on air made you roll your eyes, as you slapped his back to make him calm down. Then after a few moments of silence, he burst out laughing.

"His WHAT?" Heeseung held his stomach as raucous laughs escaped his lips, "Please don't tell me you're being serious right now." He doubled over again, almost hitting his head to the car's ceiling.

"Oh shut up, you're talking as if you're any better." You rolled your eyes, opening the car door, with Heeseung doing the same, "Remember last September when you-"

"Do not even start right now." Heeseung glared, slamming his car door shut, "Come on, don't want to keep the hands waiting do we?"

Taking a deep breath and letting it out rather too quickly, you pushed on the neon pink decorated door, which opened with a tinkling sound. The smell of lavender hung around, an unfamiliar scent for a tattoo store, which was covered in rock posters from head to toe, along with a few blue beads here and there, the kind Heeseung liked to collect.

"Hey." You greeted the red haired girl behind the counter, "I have an appointment under the name Y/N."

The girl looked up and sent you a quick smile before looking down at her computer, her eyes whipping around before finding a spot she thought was satisfactory.

"Yep right here." She popped her lips together, "I'll see if anyone is free Ma'am, could you wait for a minute?"

You smiled at her as if to say yes and plopped down on the couch next to Heeseung, who had been analysing the store with a lot of vigour in his eyes.

"It's fancy." He whispered, eyeing the girl at the counter, "Let's just hope your man comes out and you can get to catcall him before he goes."

"I am not going to catcall him, im not you." You chuckled, getting distracted from the conversation when you saw a black haired figure from the corner of your eye.

"Is that-?" Heeseung didn't even have to finish his sentence. He knew, judging from the look in your eyes and the fact that your mouth fell slightly open, that this was the person he ever so passionately called "your man".

You were mesmerised.

No, mesmerised wasn't the right word.

You were starstruck.

Maybe your hormones were on a whole different level, maybe you had just been dick-deprived for a long time, or maybe it was the lavender fumes, but you truly thought you had seen a Greek God fill the vision of your corneas.

"Y/N. Y/N!"

You felt Heeseung's elbow jab you painfully in the side, which was effective in breaking you out of your stupor. You blinked a couple of times, to see the red haired woman and Jay looking at you in what seemed to be amusement.

The woman coughed to defuse the seeming tention, you swore you could feel Heeseung awkwardly smiling for your left.

Well they always say bad beginnings have good endings don't they?

"So," A steady hand carefully polished the silver of the miniscule needle, "Y/N was it?"

Though the air conditioning was turned onto a high, you could feel sweat drops form at your forehead, why were his hands polishing the needle so erotically?

"Y-Yeah. You're Jay right?" You managed to cough out, feeling yourself immediately melt into the chair leather chain again when his eyes fell on you. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, seemingly darting around to catch it's prey, but never leaving one point of focus.

"Nervous?" Jay chuckled, "Don't be, unless you're chronically afraid of needles."

"I am." You laughed, leaning back a little more comfortably on the chair, "Probably shouldn't have gotten a tattoo then should I?"

"Perhaps not on your most sensitive area." Jay nodded, sitting in front of you, his legs spread wide open, did he realise how welcoming that was to you?, "Most people go for the arm, I'm surprised you went for your thigh."

"Heeseung told me it doesn't hurt much." You braced yourself in the chair at the sight of Jay's needle pressing into his tattoo machine, "He's a tattoo artist too."

"I should make a friend of him then." Jay chuckled, looking into your eyes, he could bore deepwells in them and you thought you'd forgive such a handsome man like him, "How did you meet him?"

"Are you-" you gave him a funny look, "Are you trying to make conversation with me?"

"It helps most of them." Jay shrugged and smiled at you, you noticed his dimple come off his cheek, the one you saw last week, whilst spying on him from your bedroom window.

"So, new neighbour who I've never talked to until now," Jay raised his eyes up to you, "How about some conversation to lessen the pain?"

You had always known since you were a child that you had the attention span of a butterfly, eyes always zooming from one place to the other, but you never knew all you needed was a handsome face and some pretty hands to get you to focus.

Jay's deep voice soothed into your nerves, effectively proving his theory of "more talk, less pain". You hadn't noticed much of the tattooing process, except for a few instances here and there when his knuckles brushed across the skin of your thigh, making you mold your orgasmic whimpers into 'painful' winces. You could physically hear Heeseung in your brain telling you about your pain kink.

"So any relationship goals?" Jay asked you, your eyes briefly meeting with his, as his fingers stopped to move across the cross section, "I know that's sorta personal, don't answer if you don't want to."

"No it's fine." You laughed, pretending as if you didn't maniacally want to answer the question, "I'm still single for now, and as for goals, I'm free for ramen tomorrow, and that's it."

"So how about ramen tomorrow then?" Jay smiled, looking up at you, his hands coming to a halt and resting softly on your thigh.

"Will we be eating or will we be talking like this?" You chuckled, your brain fog capturing you entirely as you had no idea what words were coming out of your mouth, "Because to be honest, I'd just be staring at either your lips or your hands if we do either of them."

The most painful part of getting a tattoo, according to the internet, was the beginning part, when you'd be so scared, because apparently fear paralyses you more than the actual tattoo process. But you now knew, the most painful part would probably be Jay's amused eyes staring at you, while your brain managed to catch up with what you just said.

"Oh- no! No I'm so sorry—i didn't mean-"

"It's fine sweetheart." Jay's soft voice stopped your panicking, he stifled a chuckle at your behaviour. Adorable, he thought.

"No I'm really sorry Jay, I shouldn't have said that." You apologised again, feeling the heat come upto your cheeks.

"Oh sweetheart." Jay chuckled, leaning in towards you, "Do you really think I had no idea of your pretty little face spying on me through your window?"

He knew?

"I must admit, you look cute in that flimsy tank top, which hides nothing by the way." His deep voice rang through your eardrums, "but don't worry, I won't press charges or anything on you for spying."

Your back pressed against the leather of the leaning chair, as Jay put his tattoo machine down. Taking off his gloves, his tongue swept across his lips in a swift motion, as his hands trapped you in a cage, laying on either side of you.

"May I?" Jay asked, not even waiting for permission, he already knew the next thing to come out of your mouth was a pathetic whimper.

Without a moment's waste, his soft lips landed on yours, hands rubbing to take off your shorts.

You soon became lost in his presence, lips meeting his in a fiery kiss. his tongue pushed past, kissing you like his life depended on it.

"Fuck sweetheart." Jay said, "You taste good."

You moaned quietly into his mouth, feeling his fingers trail down and start to rub your clit. Your hand came down to grab his cock, already half hard, and you could feel him growing with each stroke you gave him.

His fingers slipped past your clit, toying with your opening and eventually plunging in as deep as he could with the angle he was at. Your head fell back, resting on the leather of the chair as your pussy fluttered around his fingers.

“fuck, you're so tight.,” he managed to say through gritted teeth, chuckling as you let out a stifled whimper, "You like that baby? You like my fingers hm?"

He began to set a fast pace, one of his hands gripping your hip to keep you in place for him and the other hand next to your head. you could see the veins in his arms as it flexed beside you, no doubt he was trying to hold back.

Small whimpers came out of your mouth with each thrust, but then you heard it. Footsteps outside the room, you had forgotten you were in a public place in the heat of the moment. The footsteps died down after a few seconds.

“Just gonna have to keep those pretty sounds in. Wouldn’t want them to hear you,” You clenched down at that.

He chuckled, a devilish, almost cruel sounding chuckle like he had something in mind.

“oh you like that, huh? Like the idea of someone walking in on us fucking in here, watching us. Watching you come apart on my fingers. You’d like that, wouldn’t you baby? Dirty fucking slut.”

At that moment, he made it his mission to make you cum, hard. keeping one hand clamped around your mouth to stifle your moans, your eyes practically rolled back into your head when his fingers touched a particularly sensitive position, the new position making his fingers fuck impossibly deeper into you.

As you were nearing release Jay pulled away standing up, quickly unbuckling his pants to unveil his already hard twitching cock eager to pound into you.

“gonna let me fuck you princess? gonna be a good girl for me?” he says, stroking his dick as he swipes his thumb over his slit wiping away his precum yet it still spews out, covering thumbs in the substance

He held the base of his cock, dragging the tip in between your wet folds, before slowly pushing himself into you, causing a groan to escape from the back of his throat.

His hands grabbing onto your hips, he began to slowly move his hips watching your pussy swallow his cock.

“You feel so fucking good” he said as he began to pick up the pace. Your hand moved up to your mouth blocking out the moans leaving your lips, doing your very best to stay quiet enough so others wouldn’t hear your lewd sounds.

Jay's thrusts became rough, his hand releasing your hip entangling his fingers through your hair tugging on it as he pounded into you. “You’re such a good girl, taking me so well”.

“fuck…you’re so tight” he says, pulling your legs up to sit on his shoulders as he thrusts inside you at a steady motion, fucking you deliciously in missionary. His eyes stare at your tits that are bouncing with each motion he pulls you in.

“fuck baby..i’m gonna cum…gonna cum inside” he says as he gets that dumb look on his face, he squeezes your breast with white knuckles as something to hold on to while his eyes roll back in his head, a beam of his sweat falling on your chest.

your orgasm comes as his does, his dick twitching inside of your cunt making it almost impossible to keep going.

“m’gonna cum too…” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing him further into you to feel his cum covering your walls. the warm liquid coming fast inside you.

as Jay pulls out, he’s met with his mess, the pool of his cum leaking out of your cunt.

His fingers make their way down and pump inside of you, the squelching noise of your wet pussy filling the room. His fingers make their way out of your cunt and up to your mouth, pushing in his cum covered fingers inside your mouth.

“Suck sweetheart.” he demands, and so you do. You suck the mixture of cum off of his fingers while maintaining eye contact, his thumb cradling your chin for support. You could get intoxicated on those eyes for centuries.

Jay's thumb swept out of your mouth swiftly, as his lips landed on yours again, pressing you into a sweet and chaste kiss, breathing heavily as he pulled away and supported your tired structure with his strong arms. You could see the veins flex on his hands.

"So how about that ramen date tomorrow hm?" Jay asked, his dimple once again appearing on his cheek, "that is, if you can handle staring at my hands while I eat."

"A ramen date, if I can walk by tomorrow." You chuckled, "So, I guess this messy hair is because I was struggling too much out of pain while getting the tattoo? Or should I tell Heeseung something else?"

"Tell him how good of an artist I am." Jay chuckled, "And that his friend won't have to spy through bedroom windows anymore."

"Was I really that noticeable?" You rolled your eyes playfully, as Jay handed you your shorts.

"Sweetheart you have no idea."

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hooned · 2 days

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enhypen's dancers congratulating them after their 3-day concert 🎉🍾

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misaremisa · 2 days

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Jaya

@jayninjago

#ninjago #ninjago art #ninjago au #ninjago movie #ninjago jay #jay walker #jay #ninjago nya #nya #nya s 1 7 #nya movie #nya smith #nya jiang #ninjago jaya #jaya #jaya angst #jaya art

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naiad-ni · 3 days

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Biblically accurate administration techno

#ninjago #technoshipping #fanart #jay #zane

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forlovvers · 3 days

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⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ nervous

pair: bf!jay x gn!reader | genre: fluff | warning(s): a kiss, nothing too much | wc: 500 | synopsis: in which jay really wants to impress your parents.

lynne’s notez🗒️: happy jay day!!!! type of bf i’d bring home to my parents tbh 😞

when you come home, the house is wrapped in a mouth watering scent. you hear meat sizzling, broth boiling, and vegetables being diced. jay is bustling around the kitchen, a stressed hand racking through his freshly-dyed brown hair. you step out of your work shoes and walk over to him, delicately pulling him by the waist and into your grasp.

“oh hi, you’re home.” he says, smiling softly and leaning into your touch. he smells of dinner and your strawberry shampoo.

“yes i am, what’s all this?” you ask, referring to the sudden hair color change and excessive dinner. you brush his hair out of his face and watch as his expression changes.

“do you not like it?” jay frowns a bit.

“no no i love it, the only question is why?” you ask, your tone a bit softer than usual. jay was the only one who made you act all gushy.

jay lets out a chuckle, “i thought your parents would like me more if i had my natural hair color.” you crack a smile, instantly understanding everything. the excessive dinner, the sudden hair change, the nervousness he’s shown for past couple of days. jay wants to impress your parents, who were visiting later in the day to meet your boyfriend.

“you’re an idiot,” you say, but the smile on your face only grows. he wiggles free from your grip and picks up a spoon. he loads the spoon with veggies and meat and broth and feeds you, being careful not to burn the top of your mouth.

“how does it taste?” jay looks worried as you chew thoroughly, you think about teasing him but decide against it. he’s put in so much work, you weren’t going to be the one to spoil it.

“amazing, my dad will love it.” you nod surely, and jay lets out a sigh of relief and takes the spoon before you can sneak any more bites.

you spot a large bouquet of pink roses sitting on the kitchen counter, another smile etching itself onto your face. you go over to touch the petals gently, “oh jay, these are beautiful—“

“those aren’t for you. they’re for your mom,” jay says suddenly, stirring a big pot of something. your head perks up in confusion and he gestures towards a slightly bigger bouquet of lilies sat near the refrigerator, “those are for you.”

“i love them,” you say breathlessly.

you turn to see jay standing closer to you, watching you admire the flowers. “i love you.” he says softly, a stupid grin on his face.

he brings you close, hands lingering around your waist. you lean in and plant a sweet kiss on his sweet lips. jay’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, holding you even closer than before. you lose feeling in your knees when he nibbles just a little on your bottom lip.

you pull away after a couple moments, “your meat’s gonna burn, loverboy.” you reach up and rest your arms on jay’s shoulders, getting a good look at him: puffy pink lips and dilated pupils and blushed cheeks looked good on him.

“hopefully your parents like charred beef,” jay jokes and leans in once more, kissing you again.

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sakuyoomii · 2 days

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Jay ⚡️

#digital art #fanart #art #digital fanart #digital illustration #drawing #digital painting #ninjago jay #jay walker #jay #lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago fanart #ninjago art

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filmbyjy · 3 days

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MINESTREAM

SYPNOSIS > Wanting to start a new stream series with his best friends, Jay had a bright idea of playing some simple Minecraft with them. Everything was normal, until he realises there is another person in the call with them. He quickly learns that it was ni-ki’s older sister, (name). Watch how streaming a simple game of Minecraft can dig up some interesting feelings between the main leads.

TWENTY-NINE – sad wet cat

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

a/n: someone save my brain. idk what’s going in this chapter and what happened to the minecraft plot of this smau💀

EDIT: slight little mishap☝🏻 so for the last screenshot please pretend that I used jay’s private account to reply to jake. didn’t realise this until my lovely anon pointed it out so yeah🤗

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leffiesart · 11 hours

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Because I missed drawing them <3

🖤 Links 🖤 Website | Shop | Patreon & more

#jaylina #jay #alina #light warden #illustration #character sheet #art #artists on tumblr #oc

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vivilingriphyn · 2 days

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The Sham | LM | Character References

LM = "Lost Memories"

The main lil family is finally done Q wQ) i can finally work on comic scenes for em while I also work on the other characters redesigns,

If you're curious who I'll be redesigning next for my AU, here's the chronological order on who I'll most likely be redesigning next

•Echo Zane (Island Guardian)

•Tai-D (Island Guardian)

•Arin

•Lloyd

•Kai

•Nya

•Zane

•Cole

•Sora

•Wyldfyre

This is the list for now, which will change depending on if I suddenly get a sudden vision in my head and begin imagining a scene for the character(s) or if someone asks me to do that character in my AU lmao

tbh since there're two timelines for this AU there should be two versions for each character one for Origins and for Lost Memories but I'm gonna be working on Lost Memories first since well that's what I'm most motivated on at the moment.

Anywho of you read this far. Here's a lil doodle of these three.

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kwijnsgn · 3 days

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enhypen x peanuts

happy jay day🩵

#enhypen #enhypen fanart #enhypen jay park fanart #enhypen jay fanart #jay park fanart #enha jay #enhypen jay park #jay enhypen #jay fanart #enhypen jay #jay

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enhypendata · 6 hours

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[JAY] 🖤

#jay #enhypen #sns #instagram #240423

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txtmetonight · 2 days

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Sick ✆

call summary ⋆ ★ You hate being sick. But at least Jay is there to save the day.

pairing *. * Park Jongsong x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★ fluff

warnings *. Extreme fluff lol

call duration⋆ ★ 1.8k

a/n*. * I'm so stupid omg. I accidentally queued this to this morning before I even finished it and it was published omgomgomg. if you saw this earlier no you didn't. remember to like and reblog!!

taglist ⋆ ★ @kflixnet

You’re sick. And you hate it.

Your nose is sniffly and red, and you’re in dying need of something to cool you down before you pass out. And your teacher’s constant talking isn’t really helping your ever-growing headache that was starting to sprout. You suppose that it was caused by playing out in the rain yesterday—even after Jay told you not to because you would be sick—but you would hate to admit that because then that would prove that your best friend was right.

Jay was somehow always eerily right though. Like when he said that you liked him as a joke while playing a truth or dare game—he thought that he was fibbing in purely comedic fashion, but your wide eyes and everyone else’s shocked faces said something else.

Blowing a stand of hair from your face, your cheeks feel hot when you place them down onto your arms, slightly groaning as the feverish feeling sends chills down your spine. Your notes were starting to become rather illegible as you tried to write down whatever was on the board, but you eventually gave up.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Chaewon pokes your side with her pencil, receiving no response from your end. “(Y/n)? Helloooo?” You don’t even murmur, instead opting to ignore her. You felt like you were on fire.

“Oh, hey Jay!” Chaewon exclaims excitedly, making you shoot your head and knock down your water bottle to greet the boy, only to find him not there and half the class staring at you for the ruckus you created. The teacher in his pointed glasses glares at you too, and you gulp down in your seat to avoid his killer eyes while pinching your friend in the thigh angrily. She swats at your hand without making much movement. The older man just sighs and returns to his lesson, prompting you to turn to the girl and scold her quietly.

"Chae, what the hell?!”

She shrugs her shoulders and just giggles. “You weren’t answering me.” You roll your eyes and sigh as another wave of sickness jerks your body—you're starting to feel as though the room is starting to spin. Chaewon furrows her brows at your behavior before she places the back of her hand on your neck, wincing when her touch feels too hot to be normal. “You’re burning up. (Y/n) You should go to the nurse.”

You nod sadly at her and slowly gather your supplies. “I guess so.”

When you finally scooch out of your chair and very timidly ask the teacher to go to the nurse (which he then sends you a very nasty look once more), you carefully lug your bookbag with you in a very depressing manner, as if your back were severally hunched over and your feet were dragged on the floor. Still, you were determined to go home and take a much-needed rest, but with the halls moving side to side, you’re not really sure if you could take another step without crumpling down in a heaped mess.

And thankfully, someone must have heard your prayers because suddenly a rather warm hand wraps itself around your waist and holds you upright. The hold is familiar, and even in your dazed state, you find yourself recognizing the tight grip on you, stumbling back from the rush of butterflies in your stomach.

“Let’s get you to the nurse without fainting.”

You let him drag you to the nurse without many complaints, sinking very well into his tender comfort as you sway back and forth. You slightly giggle when he grumbles underneath his breath, reprimanding you from last night. “You never listen to me,” he sighs. “And now I have to go take care of you.”

“Who said that you had to take care of me? I can take care of myself just fine.” You whine. He laughs quite mockingly at you before he loosens his grip just a little. “Right, so if I let you go completely, you would be able to walk fine?”

You shake your head furiously and pinch his biceps. You’re sure you could, but it wouldn’t do much harm if you stayed a tad bit closer to him just for a while, no?

“You’re such a baby,” he chimes, but he leaves you be until you both get to the waiting room. The nurse is in her appointed chair, and then she looks up at you two when the bell above gently dings, letting her know of her new patients.

“Yes, how may I help you two?” Jay doesn’t even let you open your mouth to let you speak. "She's sick.” The lady, well over her middle age, saunters over and pats at the firm mattress as she drags over her thermometer. Your best friend very carefully lets you sit on the green bed, and your cheeks seem to flush a little more when you realize that his fingers on your waist haven’t left you yet.

“Open your mouth—oh, the phone.”

The phone rings just in time, and you curiously watch as the nurse apologizes with her face and picks up the loud tone, holding the device to her ear. Seconds go by, and her face seems to contort into worry in the middle of her blabbering towards what you suppose is another teacher before she cuts the call rather harshly and stands up to her full height, grabbing a first aid kit that was just below her desk.

She then faces you and Jay. “I am so extremely sorry. Gosh, another student had just busted his head open!” Your eyes grow wide at her ramble, exchanging glances with the boy next to you. “If you’re truly sick, because you do look paler than normal, I figure that you could go home. Just check her temperature, I suppose. Do you have anyone to pick you up?”

Your parents had (un)fortunately left you home alone for the week for an important business trip to come. And so, you shake your head. “No–”

“It’s fine, I can take her home. It’s almost the end of the school day.”

Turning towards him in his arms, you question him, but he just smiles smugly at you and shrugs his shoulders. The nurse, who seemed in a very quick hurry, doesn’t say anything but instead writes you two an excused note before she’s on her way, closing the door shut in her wake, and a silence consumes the room as you stare at her tray of peppermints. You thought Jay was too, yet when you turn to look at him, his gaze lies on you. Your stomach flips.

“Well, aren’t you supposed to check my temperature or something?” You ask, fiddling with the string of your cardigan. “Oh right…” He very quickly (in a red face that you don’t notice) brings up his hand to your forehead but halts it just before he touches you.

"Wait, hold on, I saw another way that should be more accurate.”

His fingers move to your chin, which he very gently squeezes, and then he places his other hand on top of yours for stability, which he finally (before you can even chide him about his weird credibility) lets his forehead land on against yours, crushing your wrist when you both stare at each other.

You’re going to pass out.

He’s close—like super close—as he nudges your head a little bit more, and you feel like your heart is thrumming loudly against your chest, your face is heating up even more, and you assume that you look like you’ve fallen into a clutter of bashfulness.

Jay’s cologne invades your senses while your nails seem to dig into your back more, but not once does he flinch, choosing to let his eyes flicker down to your lips just before he smiles softly.

“You definitely have a fever.” He then pulls himself off you as if whatever stunt he just pulled was just completely normal. You’re not sure if you’re going crazy, but your gut seems to be riding its own roller-coaster—words that you’ve meant to confess on the tip of your tongue while you stare at him weakly.

Jay’s going to be the death of you.

"What the–where did you–huh?”

“I told you; I saw it online. And you’re for sure running a fever. Let’s go.” He tucks his hands under your arms and makes it his priority once more to safely guide you back home, only this time his words consisted of promising you to make his infamous chicken noodle soup.

By the time that you both made it back to your house, there was sweat running down your back, and as you panted in exhaustion from either fighting off the fever or walking, your eyelids drooped heavier and heavier with each passing second.

“Jayyyy” You whine, sighing, when you hand him the keys. He unlocks the door with his one free hand and quickly makes a beeline to your room, muttering apologies for trespassing just before he enters.

He’s fast when he’s determined and always has been; his eyebrows furrowed, his lips casted into a slight frown—he’s utterly too handsome for you. In a daze, you watch him bring over a cold washcloth to put on your head, and for some reason, your heart seems full of him—and you realize that it’s always been filled to the brim for him to take. You’re in love. And ill.

“How’d you know to find me in the hallway earlier?” You ask, your eyes closing when his warm hands lightly pats your cheeks. You can practically see him smiling even with your eyes shut while he proceeds to run his knuckles up and down your collarbone. “I dunno. I think it was my (Y/N) senses.”

You weakly grin at him as you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper into a sense of comfort—into the awaiting arms of sleep. Jays knows too, and he places a chaste kiss on your ring finger. “Go to sleep, pretty; I’ll be here when you wake up.” You nod into his touch and a sudden urge of words spill from your mouth.

“Jay I really like you...”

The boy stiffens, his pupils fluttering between your eyes and lips to the point where they break into another round of silly giggling. You’re cute, you really are, and so he can’t help but linger close to where he wants to kiss you.

"Hmmm, I think I need to check your temperature again. I have another way, though. Will you let me try it?”

You snort, “Did you find it online again?”

“Maybe…” He softly settles his lips against yours, not caring once that you were sick. It’s light and mellow, and you feel an air of love and adoration when he pulls back, hovering just above you. “Am I still sick?”

He tilts his head. “I can’t tell for sure. I’ll check again when you wake up.”

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