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star-sim · 3 months

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his "oh" moment ☆ enha hyungs

☆ non-idol! enhypen hyungs x fem! reader ☆ summary: the exact moment that your enha boy realized he loved you. ☆ genre: fluff, down bad boys, very domestic and intimate, can be interpreted as either pre-relationship or established relationship, wtv u want :) ☆ warning(s)? no, theyre all just so atrociously down bad ☆ word count: 1.3k total

heeseung just came back from a little run to the convenience store for snacks. when he asked you if you wanted to come with him, you only smiled and said that you'd stay in his apartment to watch the boiling pot of ramyeon that you were preparing.

it was 3am when he ventured out into the cold, night air, pulling his hood over his ears. as the bag filled with all of your favorite drinks crinkled under his fingertips, heeseung slipped his housekey into the keyhole, sniffling softly from the cold.

as he cracked the door open, he was met with warm, orange light, warm air, and the smell of his favorite ramyeon.

"i'm back!" he shouted from the door, slipping his shoes off. you didn't hear him, so he just made his way into the kitchen.

the sight he saw before him was enough to make heeseung's heart skip a beat.

there you were, humming quietly to yourself as you graced his kitchen. lost in your own world, almost like the only thing that matter to you in that moment was the small pot of hot ramyeon, the same one that you always made when you were with him because you knew that he loved it. the way his kitchen lights shone down on you made you glow, almost like you were a saint to be venerated.

the sound of heeseung's breath getting caught in his throat caught your attention.

you turned over your shoulder, and the moment that you eyes met his, you expression melted into a smile— the one where your lips lifted so that he could see your teeth, your eyes forming thin crescents as your nose crinkled— the smile that heeseung swore he saw in his dreams.

"welcome back, hee," your voice greeted him.

as those words tumbled from your lips, heeseung's eyes widened into saucers as his heart dropped to his stomach.

he wouldn't mind hearing you say that to him everyday for the rest of his life. the thought of him coming home to you everyday, seeing your pretty, smiley face as you said his name, made heeseung light-headed, his face becoming the same color as the red broth of your ramyeon.

shit.

jay didn't think what he just said was really that funny.

it was a small, off-hand comment that he made, a mere remark that was miniscule in the grand scheme of things.

but the way that you keeled over yourself, your eyes squeezed shut yet tears spilled out of them, gripping onto the table as you laughed, told him otherwise. you struggled to form words, constantly cutting yourself off with laughter, wheezing so hard jay was worried that you'd stop breathing.

the sound of your laugh was like music to his ears. jay couldn't help the small, dumb grin that began to bleed onto his face; it started with his chest filling with warmth, rising up his neck, to his ears, and finally his lips. one corner of his lip raised slowly, before the other one did. his lips wobbled, watching you as you wiped a tear from your eye, until he couldn't hold it back anymore, and the smile that he tried so hard to swallow back unraveled across his features.

"st-stop!" you cried as laughter erupted from your chest, throwing your head back. you cheeks were beginning to hurt, but jay's words kept reverberating in your head. "i-i'm gonna pee myself!"

that's when jay laughed.

"shut up," he said, but no matter what he did to push the sound of your laughter to the back of his head, there was nothing he could do.

his cheeks were already too red, his heart already pounding in his chest like a drum, this memory already cemented into his head.

and plus, he already made up his mind: he could get used to hearing your laugh everyday.

or even better, he wouldn't mind being the reason for your laughter.

jake had no idea how his brother did it, how his brother managed to have a kid and not snap into a million pieces.

but as you held his infant nephew, cooing at his small hands and chubby cheeks, jake felt his entire world pummel to his feet.

"hi baby!" you cooed to the child, your knees folded below you as you helped jake babysit his nephew. when the baby babbled back, soft and sweet giggles fell from your lips, you laid on your back, holding the baby over you.

you gently rocked the baby in the air, relishing in the way that it let out small and high-pitched giggles.

jake watched. the way your touch was so gentle, pulling the child to your chest as you cuddled with him. your tenderness was so... soft. so soft that it made jake's brows furrow together, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, in order to hide the look of pure stupid that was threatening to seep through his expression.

you were so warm, so kind, so affectionate, that it made jake feel all mushy inside, like he was going to evaporate.

he sucked in a sharp breath, trying to keep the palpitations in his chest at bay, trying to keep the ache in his heart from consuming him whole.

"i didn't know you were so good with kids," he said to you, kneeling beside your figure that embraced his baby nephew. his tone was half-teasing, but jake knew better. there was a war raging on in him, and frankly, he wasn't going to win.

the more he watched you, the more everything became clear to him.

maybe he wouldn't mind having kids, if it's with you.

sunghoon had a strict sleep schedule, one that he would do anything to protect.

as his phone illuminated his bedroom, the blue light gleaming so bright that someone could go blind, and as that godforsaken ringtone shook sunghoon awake, he thought that he was going to punch someone.

but the moment his half-asleep eyes traced the letters of your name, his finger darted to answer your call, no questions asked.

"hello?" he rubbed his tired eyes, yawning, yet with no intention of going back to sleep. after all, it was you.

"hooooon," your voice slurred on the other line. he could hear loud music in the background.

"are you drunk?" he asked, worried. his brows crashed together, concern bubbling in his chest. "where are you?"

you laughed, the sweet sound almost making sunghoon feel at ease. "at the cluuubbb."

"shit," sunghoon muttered under his breath.

"don't worry about me!" you reassured him. "not drunk.... hehe!"

sunghoon was already grabbing his coat and keys, slamming his front door.

it was only when you snuggled up against him in the backseat of his car, pushing your cheeks into the crook of his neck and clutching his arm, that everything came crashing down on sunghoon's shoulders.

it was a quiet realization, like the small light that had always been glimmering inside him suddenly flickered on. it was no surprise to him: a silent and hushed wave of fulfillment crashing onto the seashore that was his heart, before fizzling out into white seafoam.

his eyes traced your features under the dim light, taking in the faint scent of your perfume.

you muttered his name, reaching out for him, and all he could do was feel his heart throb for a few pulses, before sucking in a sharp breath and letting a curve form on his lips.

"i'm here," he said quietly into your ear. "i'm always here."

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jongseongsnudes · 10 months

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fuck buddy (two)

fwb!jay. 0.4k.

“hey jay... i have to go... class starts soon.”

you could hear him grunting lowly into the crook of your neck, evidently annoyed at you for attempting to wake him up so early in the morning.

park jongseong was not a morning person and he has told you that on several occasions. but class starts in half an hour for you and after skipping two times in a row, because of him, you figured your professor wouldn’t be too happy if you missed a third.

“you literally say this line every day, but do you ever go?” he groggily scoffs to himself and you feel his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you back into his chest.

you can’t help but smile at the football captain’s cute sleepy state, his head of brown hair so messy and fluffy, a rare sight only you ever got to see. jay was definitely breath taking, his sun kissed skin and seemingly perfect features had become something you absolutely adored.

your fingers naturally reach up to trace the outline of his neck, just loving the way his skin felt underneath your fingertips. the boy surprises you when he suddenly grabs your hand, holding it completely still. you’re unsure of his intentions, worry washing over you at the thought of potentially hurting him in some way.

but what he does next... immediately has you completely putty in his palm.

bringing your hand up towards his face, jay presses his soft lips onto each one of your fingers, kissing them as if they were something so delicate to him, so fragile. it feels weird to see him acting so soft towards you, your heart increasing at an alarming rate again even though you've experienced this side of him over and over.

“stay with me. it’s not optional,” his pretty brown eyes finally opens up to look at you and your breath hitches at the sight, a sight you’ve become so accustomed to these past few months, one you could never, ever say no to.

and the boy knew this weakness of yours too well.

“what do i get out of this besides a fail, mr park?”

“you get me all to yourself,” he chuckles and leans in, placing a sweet kiss onto the side of your lips, “that’s all you need baby.”

the boy was right and that fact would be something you needed to deal with sooner or later but right now, all you could do was sink further into park jongseong’s arms.

end.

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fakeuwus · 3 months

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UNDERSTAND | CHAPTER 8: the eyes chico, they never lie 😔

warnings: ignore timestamp in 3rd slide, cursing, typos, one gay joke

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sadnightforus · 3 months

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THE FATED STARS (PJS) | SMAU

017 - PICKUP LINES TO USE FOR CONCERT GOERS

Park Jongseong harbors the biggest crush on one of the most popular girls on the campus, you. You, being dared by your friend group to tweet and made a boyfriend application, initially started out as a joke, thinking that no one would applied it. Upon the tweet going viral and many applications being sent in, he decided that he would shoot his shot, even if he doesn’t know a single shit about what is the sun, moon, rising in astronomy.

WARNINGS: cuss words, sexual jokes, creepy pictures, calling people old

A/N: I think I'm funny. one of my fav chapters btw

TAGLIST: @hoondiors @ariadores @who-tf-soddhi @erehkinnie30

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nvertheless · 2 years

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newsflash! — jay park smau

sypnosis — jay needed help. with his ex girlfriend trying to make moves on him again he didn’t know what to do, but what happens in situations like this? totally not asking the girl who does journalism for the school’s newspaper to fake date him until his ex backs off… right?

genre — fake dating to lovers, highschool au

pair — basketball player!jay x journalist!fem reader

ft — all of enhypen, itzy’s chaeryeong, yeji & lia, justb’s geonu and chuji & + more!

contains — fluff, angst, crack, major miscommunication between jay & yn, older brother geonu, ex gf chaeryeong :/ (im so sorry chaeryoung ilysm </3)

taglist (open!): send an ask or message me if you would like to be apart of the list! (perm taglist will be tagged!)

authors note — to apologize for the mess of “love hard” here’s another jay smau w the same idea just made completely better!! i’ve looked up how to write the whole “fake dating” trope so i think it will be better <3 (hopefully) & also possibly slow updates due to school!!! so i hope you all enjoy <3

profiles — 1, 2, 3

1 — hags

2 — withdraws

3 — interviews written

4 —

5 —

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doycngs · 1 year

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jay park. | riveted.

summary. “you’ve never held onto someone so tightly before, knuckles going white and digging so hard into his solid body that you’re sure Jay is hurting. but he withstands it all, quiet and there for you as you crack and fall apart in his arms.”

pairing. y/n x enhypen’s jay

genre. fwb to lovers!au (wa hooo!!!)

word count. 2k.

warnings. afab!reader, swearing, mention of not eating for a little while, reader smokes, small description of anxiety from overstimulation (not the sexy way :/) please let me more if i could add another, thanks!

happy comeback from literally ten months of not posting anything!!! sorry loves, hope the ending to this couple makes up for everything (it doesn’t lolz) mwah <3

first part is here! could technically be read on its tho, i think it’s comprehensible enough :P

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NEON LIGHTS DANCE behind your eyelids when you close them for just a second, a heated breath escaping your cracked lips when the card declines. You steel yourself to face this man, already wasted off his feet and leaning heavily on the bar counter.

Offering his sticky red credit over, you curl the corners of your lips in and feign an empathic smile. “Sorry, it declined again.”

The dazed man whips his head up at the sound of your voice over the bumping bass, eyes glazed and lips twisted in bewilderment. “Are you joking? Try one more time!”

Licking your lips, you shake your head, eyes flitting over to another customer at the end of the bar vying for your attention. The older man seemed impatient, looking to have been standing there and waiting for a while.

“I tried three times already. Sorry.”

When he starts denying it, continuing to leave your wrist tense while waiting for him to take his card, you place the piece of plastic down and stalk away before it could get worse. The dude was clearly already at his limit. It’s likely good his empty bank account had cut him off for the night.

Brushing hair away from your eyes, you cringe internally at the residue on your fingertips and then wipe them harshly on your jeans.

“Hi, what do you need?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, finally! 3 Snake Bites. Actually, make that four, an extra for the fucking wait I just had to endure!”

Biting your tongue, you bend to start his order, barely resisting the urge to roll your eyes. Pretending to not hear the burly customer over the chaos of the club doesn’t help because he leans closer across the bar to get in your face.

“You hear me right? 4 Snake Bites!”

“Yup, got it. Opening a tab?”

“Yeah, obviously!”

Now you turn, not willing to withhold the expression of annoyance anymore. This night already had you on your nerves and it was only past midnight.

Slapping four shot glasses in front of him, you pour and avoid looking in this dude’s eyes. He’s clearly still angry and more so by the next words he utters.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“Sir, I’m the only bartender working tonight, alright? It’s packed, I’m tired, and I’d rather not argue currently. Are you doing debit or credit?”

There’s a tick in his jaw and when his fist on the counter tightens, you hover your hand over the walkie-talkie on your waist.

“You have a big fucking attitude bitch, I should—”

Pressing the button, you walk away with the cocktail shaker towards the exit behind the counter, eyes scouring for the guard you’re paging.

“Johnny.”

“Yeah!”

“There’s a dumbass over here. You’ll see him, he’s stomping my way right now.”

There’s a crackle and then your coworker replies, “Coming babe, stay there.”

“Uh huh.”

You’re startled at the strength and speed with which the angry man reaches you, way faster than you had expected. Slipping slightly when backing up, his face screams furiosity for you to leave without hearing his derogatory comments.

Throwing the shaker in the sink, you slink quickly back over to the other end of the bar, hand on your walkie-talkie. Your finger lightens in color at the pressure you place on the button. Praying in your head doesn’t work fast enough because the customer clasps his meaty hand on your forearm, yanking you around.

His spit hits the side of your cheek but before he can let more than two words out, Johnny comes crashing in.

Dazily, you watch as the man screams and fights back from Johnny’s grip, trying his best to get back to you. Digging your nails into your thumbs, which usually helps to ground yourself, doesn’t, even as you attempt to suck in humid air that shakes with the music banging on your eardrums.

Too stimulated, you clench your eyes closed tight for only a second before a very loud yell interrupts you. It sounds so incredibly familiar and comforting that you can’t help but open your eyes to catch sight of him.

It’s been three weeks since that night.

“Y/N!”

Wiping your wet cheek, you face the call of your name, his warm caffeine-colored irises wide with concern.

“Jay.”

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“Are you alright?” Jay roams your face, seeking any type of shaken behavior.

Taking a deep breath, you nod, a small smile on your expression. It doesn’t reach your eyes. You take out a small and thin, rectangular tube of cardboard from your purse, one that Jay recognizes from Jake.

“You smoke now?”

Turning slightly to watch Jay’s expression, you’re a little surprised to see it blank at the lighter and the blunt you take out the box between your pointer and middle fingers.

“Yup.”

“Since when?”

Humming, you light it while pursing your lips. The end finally catches and you throw your head back to the moldy brick of the club, pulling from the small rolled joint.

“Maybe a week ago.”

Your peripheral sees Jay shift, hands deep in his pockets while he shuffles in the thin layer of brown April snow. The leaves on the ground scratch on the dirty cement from his movement and you blow out smoke to watch it fizzle and curl out in the cold 2 A.M. air.

You would’ve thought the silence would be suffocating. So suffocating that you’d do anything to avoid staying in it with Jay for so long but the preemptive haze you know will slide over your mind eases the anxiety.

You don’t even mind looking at Jay so directly. You can tell he’s a little worn down and not just because he went seeking out you tonight.

No, you can tell because he’s wearing an expensive black dress shirt that looks like his wrists are being choked. You think this is the first time you’ve seen Jay wear pants that aren’t ripped jeans or anything else that is wrinkled like it was left at the bottom of a basket for too long.

Jay hates doing laundry. He probably got some fancy dry cleaner place to do this suit for him. Or maybe his family’s maid to pick it up.

An unnecessary thought crosses you. “Where’s the suit jacket?”

Jay looks up for a split second before checking himself. “Oh,” he pats his sides, “It was stuffy. It’s in my car.”

A silent scoff leaves a trail of icy smoke from your nostrils. Tapping the end of the blunt, the ash withers to the ground, red to black.

He’s bothered by the uncaring smile on your lips. There’s a tilt to it that shows you’ve lost— something. Jay isn’t sure what and whether he should hope it’s because of him.

It does feel like sometimes punches his chest when you utter your next words though.

“Did you come to fuck?”

You pull from your joint again, making dead eye contact. Jay swallows harshly, dumbfounded by how lowly you think of him. Or maybe how lowly you think of yourself.

After all, Jay was beating himself up, driving all around the city and going to every bar he knew you worked shifts at. He had finally been driven to the wall in madness of how much he hated how things were left with you. Hated how he let you walk out of his place that night, especially how he didn’t fight hard enough for you.

And here you were. Somehow willing to accept Jay’s savior-complex-self back into your life. But… all for a fuck?

He’s somewhat angry at how you’re so ready to fall back into him. Jay has no right to feel that way. But if you were going to put up such a harrowing, hard, and unbeatable wall around yourself, you shouldn’t crumble so easily.

All for, in your kind words, “a fuck”.

“You really think I came to you for…” He can’t help but scoff in disbelief, “Sex?”

Saying it leaves a sour taste on his tongue.

“I don’t know, I kind of missed you.” You loll your head, cheek hitting the wall and eyes narrowed on the end of your blunt, “This guy I’ve been filming with recently isn’t really all that. I didn’t have to pretend to come with you.”

Jay’s jaw shifts, unbelieving of the words leaving your mouth. The long lashes you love on him so much blink hard and fast.

“Are you even hearing yourself right now? I—”

“Hm?” Finally kicking off the wall, you walk a step closer to Jay, “What?”

His hands stay locked in his pockets, red from the dropping temperature tonight, though they itch to shake some sense into you.

“Did you expect me to turn you away? After what?” You gesture towards his clothes, “After, clearly having the worst time at some stifling dinner party you went to. Isn’t that usually why you came to me all the time in the past? That’s why I came to you—”

“Don’t say this type of shit to me.”

He’s so calm with his words, looking down all high and mighty at you, you lose your cool for a moment. Fury flashes in your eyes.

“Say what!?” You humorlessly laugh, stepping forward to make Jay step back, “Why are you denying what our relationship was really like?”

Pressing him further and further with an invisible force, Jay’s back hit the opposing wall of the alley.

“It was all just sex, so I’m not sure why you were starting to get all attached—”

Jay lands a tight grip on your wrist’s next anticipated move, holding it rough enough to yank the lit blunt from your hold and dropping it. He doesn’t look down to stomp and dig the small flame out on the ground… but you do.

“You owe me money for that.”

He flares up at your comeback. “Stop it.”

Breathing unevenly out your nose, you can barely meet Jay’s hardened expression. Shame floods your insides. You want to get sick from the amount of overwhelming reality he snaps into your head but you didn’t eat too much today.

“You get enough of that out?” He leaves space for rhetoric, “Got it all out of your system, hm?”

Your chin tilts your face down but Jay doesn’t allow it, following by moving his to meet your embarrassed self.

“Don’t shy away now. Keep talking shit and trying to undermine what the fuck we had. Because now I know for a fact, you’re trying to push me away.”

You step back far enough to get Jay let loose on your wrist.

“You keep trying to hurt me and clearly do not see for yourself how much you’re hurting either.”

Lungs caving at his words, you curl in on yourself. Going back to leaning heavily on the club’s brick wall, you slide down and sit heavily on your ankles.

Exhaustion tightens your lower leg muscles and now the register of your throbbing temples further the dizziness. It doesn’t help either that your throat is now so taut you can’t let a coherent word out from emotion.

You can’t even let Jay know how exhausted you are now that you want to.

“Do you even know how much I adore you?”

Leaning your cheek on your crossed arms laid on your knees, you close your eyes. Pray for the rocking world at your feet to pass.

You strangle out, “We’re not good for each other.”

“Can I not decide that for myself?” He laughs without the humor and there’s a pause in Jay’s words.

They come out choked, “Because I think I’m okay with not being good for each other.”

“You deserve better.” You warble out, unable to continue looking at the pain you’re creasing into Jay.

You should push away the only person who’s gone out to look for you, sought and fought to love you for the first time in a long time. Right?

You had nipped that blooming bud of something good in your eternal winter of life. You had shut out one of the only people in your life to truly care for your broken self. But to only have one last time to redeem yourself, ending up completely hurting him again.

It’s an eternity where you sit there, trying to even out your breathing. The sound of the mushy snow in receding footsteps makes your heartbeat climb to your ears.

You choke out a cry soon after. The faucet is loosened to let the tears fall finally. The pressure of everything on your shoulders should crush you. And it’s so close to doing so.

At least until the weight of a jacket is draped over you. Jay plants himself beside you before wrapping a warm arm over your back, gently rubbing before curling the other to cradle your head into his chest.

You’ve never held onto someone so tightly before, knuckles going white and digging so hard into his solid body that you’re sure Jay is hurting. But he withstands it all, quiet and there for you as you crack and fall apart in his arms.

His own heart crumbles from the quiet pain that seeps from the sounds you make. Hearing the anguish that’s been built up for so long makes Jay want to forever hold you like this; regardless of how his fancy dress shirt is soaked now or the creases his shoes are bound to get. Regardless of how much hurt you’ve caused him because he knows you have a good heart. A heart that’s been dragged in the dirt for too long.

You make him want to keep the smile you get on your face when he buys you the right Gatorade from the convenience store down his street.

Or the specific rare laugh you let out when he’s so ridiculously knowledgeable on the most random thing while drunk, spewing facts.

Or the tired, mumbling voice you have when you just woke up, eyes bleary while you rub and walk like a grandma around his place.

The way you clutch to his shirt when walking through the people on the dance floor, afraid to get lost with sloshing tequila down your sticky fingers. Your smell after a shower, his shampoo, and his band tee on but also your natural scent sneaking in to land on his pillowcase for a week.

The way you were embarrassed to start wearing your glasses around him because you were afraid they were too big for your face, but also too afraid to replace them. Sneaking his take-out food from his container even though you had your own box, claiming stealing made it taste better.

The way you lean on anyone around you when cackling in laughter, willing to lose sight while your eyes scrunch. Silently tying your friend group’s shoes, no matter the time or weather, sober or blackout wasted.

The way you scratch at the nape of his neck in bed, slow but with purpose. Curling your knee around his leg and splaying a wide palm to his tummy, falling asleep to the feel of it rising and falling. Your unfiltered noises and sounds, all for him.

You make him want to show you the little good parts in life.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

You can only sniffle and sob louder into Jay, clutching to his sides with a death grip. He laughs, chest shaking you on him as he looks up to the night air, stars never in sight in this city.

“You should… You should know.” He sighs out to the moon, hoping the world was listening so maybe have it go easier on you, just for tonight.

“Why do you, hm? Why?” You painfully yell past wet cries, weakly punching him with no real intent.

Jay thinks of all the specifics but settles for curling the wet hair behind your ears. “I just do. Should there only be a few reasons to love someone?”

Managing to gather yourself after a few moments, you nod. “I love you for a lot.”

“Yeah?” Jay grins so big, his cheeks hurt from doing so.

“Yeah. So I’m sorry,” You twist and curl your arms back around Jay’s neck, hiding your messy face in the crook of his neck. “I’m really, really sorry. I’m scared but I want you now. Nothing else.”

Jay’s hand hooks at your shoulders, “Is that what you really want?”

Your small and muffled voice makes it to his ears. And he wishes he could turn back time already to be able to hear your next words over and over again, whenever he wanted.

“That’s all I’ve ever really wanted."

#dont you love ugly sobbing to the love of your life in a musty ass alleyway behind a club and then getting together with them in the end???#slayyyy #jay #enhypen jay #jay park #park jongseong #jongseong park #park jay #jay fic #enhypen jay fic #park jongseong fic #jay fanfiction #enhypen jay fanfiction #enhypen fic #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen angst

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haechanhues · 2 years

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pairing : jay x reader (ENHYPEN)

genre : fluff. angst.

warnings : jay is hard out putting the work in - he’s the piner. the angst comes later. y/n is emotionally unavailable…kind of. She’s opening her heart and goes back and forth a lot with it. She’s also in denial for the most part. too many unnatural paragraph breaks. this is literally written to break myself out of this writer’s block.

word count : 3.6k

summary : how a guy pursues a girl who is emotionally unavailable.

tagging : @soobin-chois s @penny-quinn

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HERE, AGAIN (Pt 2)

Wonyoung smiles knowingly at you, almost purring in her seat as she taps her nails rhythmically against the table top - a symptom of getting her nails done yesterday, ‘Y/N.’

Despite your body filling with an impeccable amount of dread and suspicion, you play along, ‘Wonyoung…’

‘So I was planning to go to this party and I want you to come,’ Wonyoung offers smugly.

‘No.’

Sunghoon grins as he leans into her, ‘That’s twenty bucks, Wonyoung.’

She grimaces in his face, her face contorting into a disgusted grimace as she pushed at his forehead with two fingers, ‘It’s not affirmative, cretin.’

‘No, it’s pretty affirmative,’ You say with a monotone before softening your blow, ‘Sorry Wonnie.’

‘But Jay is coming!’ Wonyoung pleads with eyes so big you feel like you’re looking straight onto the moon’s surface. Sunghoon’s eyes widen before staring at Wonyoung with fierce lips, a warning.

‘Ahh.’

‘Hey!’ A lively greeting from Jake and the said person who sits themselves at your table.

You smile at the two warmly before leaning into Jay who sits next to you, ‘I hear you’re going to the party.’

Jay’s eyebrows lift in interest, smacking his lips together before he leans in to ask, ‘Where did you hear that from?’

‘Those two,’ You eye the two who are now arguing over the next point of conversation. You smile as their words drift over to the both of you. The insults they throw at each other cause a giddy rain in your stomach. Jay slowly follows your gaze before resting back onto you, the warm smile you’re wearing transferring onto him.

Jay smiles to himself, a fuzzy haze before meeting the eyes of his perceptive friend, Jake who grins back teasingly. Jay frowns briefly before looking at you, making sure you aren’t looking. But, just like always, he finds you studying whilst munching on Jay’s crackers.

It’s no secret.

Jay is interested in you.

He liked the way you smiled at others, letting them into your heart with a slow and gradual warmth. You were kind to almost everyone but you weren’t a pushover. You were diligent and always placed your studies above all else. As expected of a scholarship student.

But the way you wore the person you were.. Jay just couldn’t help but develop feelings for you. It had been that way for an entire year but he has always failed to confess his feelings.

Because, whilst you were warm and kind, when it came to people who confessed, you were cold and aloof. Expressing your dislike with a change in attitude and social distance.

At first, Jay was certain it was the people confessing.

They were attractive yet rotten on the inside or boring with no substance.

But then the pool extended, and guys who held the sun in their palm were rejected all the same. Guys who smelled nice. Guys who had a little money in their pocket. Guys who were willing to get to know you. People willing to give you the world. Girls. Guys. They were treated all the same, no matter who they were or what they meant to you.

A friend had even confessed to you. A casual friend, Wonyoung had said. Yet, even they did not escape your rejection.

‘You should confess, Jay, the worst she could do is reject you,’ Wonyoung rolled her eyes. Jay stared at Wonyoung, bewildered. Worst? Rejection?! Hah!

Sunghoon scoffs, ‘She doesn’t just reject them, Won… she literally rips them apart and then starts to distance herself from them. Think about it, we’d be children of divorced parents..’

‘Yeah, but you’re Jay. You’re important to her. We’ve been dropping hints that you’ve liked her for months and she’s oblivious.’

‘Are you sure she’s not playing oblivious?’ Jay said. Wonyoung shrugs.

‘Just play back, Jongseong,’ Wonyoung mutters, flicking her hair behind her shoulder, ‘You don’t know how convincing you are and how much you influence Y/N and her decisions.’

Just play back.

Okay.

That’s what Jay was doing. He wasn’t sure what kind of karma he’d receive for this game. It didn’t make him feel good and it felt like he was always tip toeing a line he shouldn’t have sought after in the first place.

But, Jay maintained a confident exterior. He started flirting with you and you started giggling around him. Like a girl with a school girl crush. It started to him feel good. Others had approached him and asked if the two of you were dating. He denied it, not wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way. But he couldn’t help but let himself melt into his delusions.

‘So, apparently we’re dating,’ You chuckle as you sit next to him, your legs brushing against his. His heartbeat fastened as he brushed his hair back, your eyes flickering to the action subtly.

‘Are we?”

‘Mmm, you’ve charmed this heart of ice,’ You murmured. He eyes you worriedly at the tone in your voice and the pout that has taken over your features.

‘Am I really that bad?’

His head cocks to the side, ‘You’re stern.’

‘That’s a nice way of saying I’m horrible,’ Your hands swipe down the frame of your face, ‘I didn’t mean to…’

You look at him with pleading eyes, the both of you blanketed in your sadness. He watches back, enchanted yet sad all the same. You were sharing something with him. With a deep breath and a stab of courage, he grabs a hold of your hand before giving it an encouraging squeeze, ‘I know.’

With a grateful smile, you pull him towards you by his collar and wrap your arms around him. The gratefulness of your smile melts into something softer as you lean on his leather cladded shoulder.

‘Thank you, Jay.’

His heart fluttered. Fluttered.

Jay was in the best mood. It was impenetrable. Not even Sunghoon’s comments, Wonyoung’s verbal jabs or Jake’s teasing could get him down. He was invincible.

It seemed from that moment on, the air between you had slightly altered. He noticed you were a lot more open with him, allowing him to see a bit of vulnerability that you notoriously hid from others.

On a hot day, you and Jay had walked to the ice cream shop down the beachfront. You talked about the most random stuff and hung onto every bit of Jay’s past. You didn’t cast a long lasting look from his head to toe, judging how much of his money you could get a taste of. He knew you wouldn’t either. But it was a really nice breath of fresh air.

You were completely endeared by something completely different.

It was the talk about hot pot and family conversations at the table. You thought carefully and smiled at the way he talked about his family, so sweetly and full of sincerity.

Behind your eyes flashes of a different boy went off in your head, disturbing your smile and your joy momentarily.

But you played pretend, like you always did. But this time, Jay had caught it. His brain split in half - wanting to explore all the possible reasons as to why you had stopped in the street for a second before letting a much less plausible smile across your face. Another part of him, a little pathetic and lonely part of him, was ecstatic that he could spot the difference.

To appeal to the raging howls of the almost conflicted and more than burdensome thoughts, he took your hand in his. Shocked, your eyes travel downwards towards your connected hands but before you could stare at the boy across from you questionably, he turned his head and led you to the furthest bench down the pier.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you bit at your lip, unsure and pulled apart by your past and present. Not fully able to commit to the newfound joy in your heart. Nor the boy holding your hand and saying all the things that are sending you into overdrive. Though with every moment spent with Park Jongseong, you could feel your resolve crumble.

Truthfully, you had been forced to attend another party before. Except you and Jay had spent the whole party outside near a fountain two blocks down.

With a cheeky grin, you had slicked his hair with fountain water, cackling at the expression of mortification that crossed his face. Droplets trickled down his face and you smelt a subtle metallic scent.

His eyes opened and he stared at you with lips flattened. The planes of his face were sharp and had no expression. You’d like to say that you felt guilty seeing how much water had spilled on his t-shirt, but you truly didn’t feel even an ounce of guilt. Instead you so ever so kindly, laughed in his face.

With a smirk on his face, he dipped a couple of his fingers into the fountain before flicking the water in your direction.

Your smug look dropped as you felt pressure on your lip, you spluttered and with your sleeve, you wiped at your mouth desperately until your mouth was full of fabric.

He let out a throaty chuckle before weaving his fingers through his wettened hair and designing his hair into a hairstyle like ‘Johnny Bravo’. Smugly he watched as you furrowed his eyebrows at him in faux anger and annoyance.

‘Deserved,’ Jay laughed.

Your eyes narrow further and your pettiness comes back with unrestrained vengeance. You stand up and shove at his body slightly, his eyes widen as he feels his soul falling out of his throat and his hands grip at your clothes, desperately pulling himself closer to your body.

You giggle slightly as he avoids taking a dip in the fountain. With better footing, he stares you down, ‘You’re gonna get it if you’re not careful, Y/N.’

Your lips perk upwards at his challenge, ‘Really?’

Jay pauses, licking his lips and staring you down. His eyes glazed over with a darker soul than before. You stare back, your smile slowly dropping as you stare upon his face. His eyes. His nose. His lips.

Seeing your stare, a smirk crosses his face, ‘Really..’

A sheepish expression on your face has his smirk growing hungrier and wider by the minute. He doesn’t know what possessed him that night. But he knows that he had an effect on you that night. He knows that some part of you wanted him. You enjoyed yourself in the same way he did. He had the upper hand for the first time. It was truly memorable.

Jay’s challenge plagues your thoughts even when you return home that night, lying in your bed with your party clothes still on. You exhaled and tried to sleep and yet your night caused the most wild of dreams to wreak havoc. These dreams looked like Jay. Spoke like him. They had his face. Had his whisper and had the sweetest grip.

Your eyes fly open and you’re frozen, your lungs desperately fill with much needed air and yet no matter how much you inhale, it feels incomplete. The boy from the fountain completely encompassing you within his hold.

From that moment on, it became clear to everyone in your friend group, even the ever pessimistic Sunghoon, that out of everyone who had a clear interest in you, Jay had more of a chance than other people did.

Sunghoon was sure that it wasn’t because of familiarity between the two of you. Jay was something else entirely in your heart. Either involuntary or knowingly he wasn’t quite sure.

When you were bored and waiting for Wonyoung, Jake and Sunghoon to finish their shared class, you lounged in your university clothes, your legs unattractively spread off the couch. Jay is busy searching the shelves in the fridge for any food but to no avail, ‘There’s no food! All she has is butter and bread.’

‘That’s all you need, Park,’ You tease as you follow him to the kitchen, scouring the cupboard for Wonyoung’s special sprinkles. Originally these sprinkles were designed to be used for her Martha Stewart, Nigella, Grandma Betty era that had yet to make an appearance. You pull out the sprinkles with a knowing smile and he watches judgmentally. Unable to keep the disdain from appearing on his face.

You set out a plate, buttering a piece of bread and then layering it with a layer of sprinkles, ‘I give you…fairy bread.’

‘I’m literally fine with just a breath of fresh air for dinner.’

‘You were complaining before… and I’ve sorted out your hunger problem. Here.’

‘Can’t we just order something?’

‘No. Jake wanted to cook for us.’

‘Surely we can just order something before they finish class. Or order something for them…’

‘No. Just try it, stop being such a pussy.’

You grab his chin and push the bread towards his mouth, but his jaw is clamped shut. Not wanting to be deterred, you pressed the bread towards his mouth, smearing his mouth and cupid's bow with butter and sprinkles.

Your giggle erupts from your gut as he attempts to tickle you.

‘Try it,’ You growl after a while, tired of his hesitance, ‘This isn’t very big dick energy of you, Jay.’

His mouth drops at the insult and you use his momentary distraction to shove the bread into his mouth, watching with a growing smile as he chews and his body completely relaxes.

‘Could be better,’ He comments but as he finishes his plate and loads his plate with a second and later a third serving, you grin.

‘Liar.’

You observe him warmly, as more sprinkles create dimples in his cheeks and as he starts to pout as he gets less hungry.

‘I’m full now.’

‘Nobody told you to have eight fairy bread, Jay.’

‘It wasn’t eight! It was like four.’

‘You stole mine, just in case you forgot. I’ve had half. Jake’s going to be so pissed at you for eating when he’s said he’s going to be cooking.’

Jay’s eyes roll back as he sighs, wiping at the fairy bread left over on his face.

Every single time you had promised yourself to set boundaries with Jay, he always seemed to sneak his way into your affections and steal your time with his funny demeanour and his words. He was a comfort blanket and you relished in it. Though it didn’t help the comparisons that lined themselves in your heart.

But that day, you didn’t think about the boy in your heart even once.

It was raining, only spitting but you expected as time went on that downpour would be entailed. Jay had an umbrella in his hand, talking to his friends, Soobin and Kai. A smile takes over your face as you approach him.

He let out a large laugh as he became more animated and excited as their conversation progressed.

As he is distracted, you wrap yourself around him so that your head is laid against his chest and your body pressed against his body. His eyes flicker down quizzically but stop as they meet the mischief in your eyes. The features of your face are doused in rain and the baby hairs curl and are framed on your forehead and cheeks.

A loving smile takes upon his face as he looks at you more, his conversation immediately halting. Soobin and Kai look at each other with unsurprised but teasing grins before letting it be known that they were leaving.

‘Where’s your umbrella, darling?’

Your heart taps against your chest at the pet name.

‘I don’t have one.’

‘Are you walking home without an umbrella?’ Jay frowned.

‘Yeah,’ You shrug.

He frowns. You’re already doused in water and he can’t help but let the worry show.

You smile knowingly and appear like a smirk on your face, ‘Park, I’m fine. It’s just rain.’

‘It’s just rain now but when you’re sick and you feel miserable with your health status, you’ll say something like - oh damn, I should’ve listened to Jay-’ He lets the sentence hang in the air whilst he looks at you with his smug look. The one he gets when he’s right.

You tsk, ‘Mmm…maybe. But I don’t see myself saying that…’

Jay rolls his eyes, ‘Just take the umbrella, Y/N. Before I get sulky.’

You reach for the handle, your hand brushing against his and Jay smiles, ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.’

You pull the umbrella towards you, watching as the rain starts to smudge against his face and you grin, ‘Oh no, what a shame you gave me your umbrella to use and you might have a miserable health status because of it. But oh well, I won’t be sick so I guess that’s not my problem.’

You walk away briskly, hearing him shout out a protest, ‘We could’ve just walked together!’

‘Sorry babe, I’m walking in a completely different direction to you!’

‘You don’t even know where I’m going! Are you seriously going to leave me here? Y/N!’

Oh, the smile on your face. You feel evil, so wonderfully evil. Bubbles swim around your body to create the most giddy of feelings.

You had recently received another confession. One from someone you considered cute and warm. Someone you had no qualms of rejecting the way you did. But you did. As per usual.

Wonyoung watches as you sadly eat through your lunch that Jake had paid for. Jake rubs at your shoulders nonchalantly, understanding your need to be alone but wanting to comfort you anyway.

You didn’t mind.

You gave him a small grateful smile to which he smiled back before returning back to his task of texting back his brother. In the meantime Jay shows up and Wonyoung can feel her entire body relax.

‘Hey guys,’ Jay greets in an unsure tone, and you make room for him whilst barely acknowledging him. He sits next to you silently before pulling you into his embrace. The uncomfortable leather of the seat rubbed in awkward places but nevertheless he took comfort in the way you relaxed against him.

‘Heya darling,’ Jay mutters into your hair before pressing a chaste kiss onto your forehead.

‘Hi Jay.’

At first, to Wonyoung, or to others who weren’t looking hard enough it was easy to write your attitude towards confessions off as being the consequence of diligence. Your studies were far more important. But something was off and the lines didn’t quite work no matter how much the sentiment was assumed. You never did deny or accept the rumours that conjured up with every rejection.

Sunghoon just had a feeling it was something deeper than that. He always had a theory. He never voiced it but with the way you seemingly shivered at the people who approached you with romantic intentions gave him a fair idea.

It seemed though Jay was breaking that ice.

For a time, anyway. It had been three days since you rejected Park Jisung and started avoiding all that was connected to Jay.

Jay was upset, wore it so potently on his sleeve, Sunghoon was sure his broken heart would leave a smell.

But Sunghoon, though he did feel bad for Jay, he felt an immense surge of concern for you. Always.

‘I’m concerned about you, Y/N.’

‘Why?’

‘Honey, I’m not half-brained like Wonyoung nor am I that furry boy-.’

‘-Hoon, you love that furry bo-’

‘-Shut up I’m talking. You’re not fine. You’re withdrawing from Jay all of a sudden. He’s been making you so happy. It’s surreal. But this now? You’re burying yourself.’

‘It’s complicated.’

‘It doesn’t have to be. Focus on your happiness because whatever has been going on in your thoughts lately or your past you never talk about, it’s making you miserable. You’re miserable, baby.’

‘I’m-’

‘Jay’s good for you, Y/N…platonically or romantically, whatever. You figure out that part yourself… but as a person, he’s good for you.’

You nod, agreeing with him silently.

You had approached Jay with your usual smile and an easygoingness that wasn’t quite true. But it wasn’t fake by all means. It was just… that.

Now, Jay watches you munch at his crackers before he reaches in the container which earns him a warning smack on the back of his hand. His mouth drops. You smile teasingly before making eye contact with him. A large ugly chortle escapes you as you continue chewing.

‘Come to the party with us,’ Jay offers.

You pause, Jay you know I’m not really a party person.’

‘I know.. But you’re our person… and we want you there,’ Jay admits. You look at him carefully, ‘Think about it, you go this one time and Wonyoung will no longer complain about you not being there when she makes mistakes… you can see it in the flesh instead!’

You giggle, ‘You drive a hard bargain, Park.’

‘That I do,’ He winks.

He’s handsome and he knows it.

Your body tingles at his close proximity and the flirtatious gaze has excitement exploding against every surface. You want it to stop. You hate it. This was not the smile you were used to. This smile has haunted you for reasons you don’t want to address.

‘I’ll go,’ You agree with a tentative nod.

That’s when you’re rewarded with the fond smile you know and love. The platonic and stable one you have memorised. The one that you search for in your conversations and the one you yearn for when lines become wobbly.

author’s note : i forgot how to write but i’ve been rewatching F4 Thailand and this is somewhat inspired by that. i’ll release the sequel when i write it. got an smau idea tho! hoping to write more but my heart is just not into it.

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ENHA HYUNG LINE — IT’S LIKE SUPERNATURAL ! ⋆

⋆˙⟡♡ — “𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥”

ᥫ᭡ P. fem!reader x hyung line. | W. fluff !! a lot of it! a few brief suggestive moments, riki, petnames, kissing ! mentions of showering together and yeah !! | WC. 3k+ | A,N. i’ve been in my soft girl hours for a really long time now so enjoy :D !!

IN WHICH..?! the hyung line realise exactly when they’re utterly and helplessly in love with you ! ♡

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ | feedback & reblogs r greatly appreciated :D ! enjoy & have a wonderful day / night <3

⋆.˚ 이희승 | VICTORY FOR YOU AND FOR ME.

✴︎ ۟ . | “that’s not how you’re supposed to fight him off!” heeseung jumped at the sudden raise in your voice from besides him when his character died again for the seventh time in the past twenty minutes. his fingers halting to a stop above the buttons atop his controller, “the villain is obviously going to hit you if you approach it from there!” you continued expressing your frustration while scooting closer to him on the couch.

heeseung remained silent as the confusion and stress from not winning this final level was making his head spin, he was wholeheartedly and absolutely done with this game that riki suggested to him with stupid claims of “i finished it in two hours!” and “it’s so easy you’re going to love it hyung!”

he shouldn’t have believed the younger. not when he spent two hours on the first three levels alone.

considering the fact that the previous game riki recommended him had a heart stopping jumpscare squeezed in it at the end (that resulted in him shrieking so loud that he woke you up from your nap which led him to be locked outside of your shared bedroom for the rest of the day), trusting riki should be the last option for heeseung when it comes to game recommendations.

“you’re supposed to use your weapon when he gets closer too, seungie.” you snickered while you began to move his little pixelated character correctly this time, the damage from the villain’s health bar showing immense progress in comparison to when the character was under heeseung’s control. heeseung’s eyes remained switching between your focused face and the screen that showed the merciless slashes of his character against the villain.

the satisfying sounds of you pressing on the buttons accompanied by the grunts of the characters echoed in the silent living room that welcomed the crimson and coral lights of the sunset atop its walls and floor, the same spread of colours reflected against your skin as well which inevitably threw heeseung in a trance.

you’ve always been beautiful in his eyes, yet at this moment you looked ethereal.

the soft glow of the screen changed with each praise after the successful hits on the villain, each colour reflected off of your eyes that appeared shinier than before, and heeseung knew he was done for when you subconsciously poked your tongue into your cheek engrossing yourself in complete concentration and focus on winning the final level for heeseung, unaware of the fact that he couldn’t care less about the game right now.

as if a spell had been casted on him, a witch that forced a bottle of love potion down his throat— heeseung was entirely enchanted. oblivious to the rapid beating of his heart against his chest, fighting with his ribcage to escape from his body that became aligned with countless goosebumps, chills and shivers running down his spine as his mind turned into a shimmering puddle of pure love.

so this was the love that he’s only been able to hear about? to see movies of and read stories about? was the universe finally granting him the privilege of finally falling against the soft clouds of devotion and love that transcended all limits, all tenses and all boundaries?

your squeal of victory brought him back into reality, his unanswered question lingered in the back of his mind while a gentle smile framed his face and softened eyes at the sight of you celebrating your win against the villain after watching heeseung’s multiple losses for the past hour.

“that’s how you win it, baby!” you beamed, turning around to face him with the most gorgeous smile he’s ever seen, eyes shining in happiness that he vowed in that moment to always protect till his last breath, and he knew he needed no answer to his question anymore.

as you might have won the game, but heeseung won in life with you.

✧˖°. 박종성 | THE DIVINE ENCOUNTER.

❀ ݁ ˖ | the arcade has always been a space of comfort and safety for you, especially when you were accompanied by your dear lover.

jongseong who suggested an arcade date to you a few days ago after his schedule cleared up a bit now stood besides you under all the colorful and vibrant lights from around the arcade. one hand interlocked with yours while the other held on to the cotton candy he bought for you as your other hand was wrapped around the small cat plushie he won for you.

gift giving were for sure one of jongseong’s love language.

you nuzzled closer into the fur of the plushie when a sudden wave of wind breezed by you gently, sending slight shivers down your body that were noticed by jongseong.

“do you need my sweater, my love?” he asked as if he didn’t already have his jacket draped over your shoulders, his hand then separated from yours to grip onto the hem of his sweatshirt before you quickly stopped him, “there’s no need jongie.” your hand lowered to interlace with his again when he started to protest again.

“but if you fe—” “nonna!”both of your heads snapped in search of the sound, the cry of a young boy who sniffled once your eyes lowered to land on his shaking form, tears springing from his eyes and streaming down his face with countless other droplets separating from his jaw onto the ground, one hand holding a bright green coloured balloon while the other rubbed his glossy eyes.

before jongseong could even process the sight of the weeping child, you were already lowered on your knees with your hands carefully reaching towards the distressed boy who seemed to hiccup before jumping between your arms, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?” you whispered to the child who clung onto your arms with complete safety, thankful for following his instincts that led him to you once his parents disappeared from his sight.

“i l-lost-” the boy inhaled shaky breaths, a new rush of tears falling down his flushed face as he tried to speak and utter the words that made his tiny little hands tighten their hold on you, “i lost my p-parents.” he sobbed before burying his face into your neck, his ballon long forgotten from his hold that now gripped onto jongseong’s jacket on your shoulder.

jongseong, who stood a few feet away from you remained frozen at the unexpected turn of events, though he was able to capture the floating balloon before it ascended into the sky, yet his focus was still glued on your calm and comforting demeanour that attempted to pacify the crying boy.

he felt himself falling in love further the more you whispered comforting words to him, if that was even possible with the amount of love he already held in his heart for you. it suddenly felt like none of it was able to fit in his heart anymore.

“hey… hey it’s okay, where did you last see them?” he finally came back to his senses and walked to stand in front of your figure that now carried the boy who snuggled closer to you, his hand moved upwards to tenderly caress the child’s back to reassure him of his safety, “i can’t r-remember” he stuttered further.

your concerned eyes found jongseong’s own anxious ones, the twist and spiral of each emotion in your gaze made his heart leap into his throat, the evident protectiveness and instinctual need to hide the child in your arms made jongseong’s entire perspective change in a few seconds.

your clear love and display of affection for him intensified jongseong’s adoration for you, previous questions and doubts about your relationship that he wanted to prolong till his last breath were all washed away in an instant. especially his concern over whether or not your thoughts and goals in your love life aligned with his.

now his biggest dream and desire to start a family with you didn’t seem impossible in his eyes, it actually seemed perfect for him.

“it’s okay little one, we’ll find your parents in no time.” you reassured, voice lowering to a mere excited whisper to travel to the boy’s ear that seemed to visibly melt in your hold at your words, he nodded at you once he lifted his face from your neck. the sight of his wet face instantly made your eyebrows furrow, you quickly turned towards jongseong who was now staring at the interaction between you two with the widest smile you’ve ever seen on his face.

“what?” you chuckled at his gentle eyes that gazed at you and the kid with fondness, almost appearing like they were yearning for the scene in front of him which made your head spin before you cleared your throat. “nothing..” he quickly shook his head, lowering his head while his smile widened, “could you please pass me a tissue from my bag?” you asked with an adorable pitch in your voice that made jongseong stifle a laugh as he extended his arm to give you the said item.

no words could describe how thankful he was for the random appearance of this kid that allowed him to see a different side of you, one that he wasn’t sure he’ll ever be able to get enough of.

‧₊˚ ⋅ 심재윤 | A SIGHT OF HEAVEN.

⟡₊⋆∘ | “the recipe says to add one cup of cho—” you were cut off by jaeyun’s flour covered finger that swiped the said powder on your cheek with some particles even gracefully falling atop your black shirt that you wore beneath your apron in the middle of the kitchen.

where jaeyun expressed his undying hunger for the cookies he claimed only you were able to make, to which you agreed on baking if he helped you in creating the delicious cookies.

and how you wished you hadn’t asked him to join you. because a few minutes after that first swipe of flour followed by jaeyun bursting into laughter you found yourself on the kitchen floor with him on top of you, both of you covered in atleast one bag worth of flour that tangled its way into your hair strands and your outfits, but atleast you were too busy giggling to pay attention to the mess that will require atleast an hour of cleaning.

in fact, the mess and the abandoned bowl of cookie batter was the last thought in your mind as jaeyun kept you in his hold against the floor, lips attached onto your neck to suck noisily at your sensitive spots just to hear your cheerful giggles at his touches.

“jaeyu— baby please, we need to clean up.” you were barely able to get your words past your lips with his continuous kissing that was now accompanied by his hands tickling your sides seemingly tired from resting on your waist, then after a few more soft kicks and complains from you, jaeyun finally lifted himself off.

allowing you to take in the sight of his questionable appearance, his eyes raked through your flour covered hair and the random spots that were also tainted with faint lines of melted chocolate, the two of you grinned at the other’s ridiculous appearance one final time before jaeyun helped you up from the kitchen floor and pulled (basically dragged you) to the bathroom.

chuckles and sweet whispers of love were exchanged between the bathroom walls as the two of you helped each other in undressing from the dirty clothes, bathing under the yellow shades of the sun that were welcomed from your window, a comfortable atmosphere taking place as you both stepped under the warm water with jaeyun’s hands instantly finding their home around your waist, he pulled you closer to him just enough to connect his lips to yours.

the feeling of you practically melting in his hold at the connection of his pillowy lips with yours made his heart thunder between his ribs, fingers tightening around your skin as he leaned back against the wall in hopes of grounding himself while you dizzingly deepened the kiss that made his head spin.

it was your simple head tilt to the side, the combination of the kiss deepening along with your tongue sneakily teasing his lower lip were enough to make jaeyun’s knees buckle, he was absolutely gone.

your hands then moved to rest against his shoulder blades, fingers gently tapping against his skin that warmed further under your touch than the hot water, and when you pulled away to squeeze in a short breath of air into your lungs his lips continued to chase after yours, eyes closed as he completely immersed himself in the feeling of you against him, drowning himself in your presence entirely.

and once the two of you finally separated after what felt like an eternity, jaeyun’s eyes were only open halfway. the sight of your lips tinted in a pretty cherry shade was enough to make him smile, unaware of the fact that his looked just as swollen as yours, and god jaeyun wasn’t prepared to open his eyes fully to take in the view of you.

he felt countless butterflies dancing happily in his stomach when his eyes connected with yours, your soft smile that graced your face for him only, your eyes that were decorated with wet lashes that held onto tiny droplets of water that appeared like crystals around your irises, pools that were filled to the brim with love so so much love for him only. the longer you looked up at him with so much adoration the more jaeyun felt his heart fluttering in his body.

he knew he was done for when he noticed the wide smile that stretched on his face in the glossy reflection of your eyes, never has he in his entire life felt himself so full with love.

but he couldn’t question himself for feeling like this either, not when the sun casted a golden light on you that made you appear as you were a piece of heaven itself that fell into the soft palms of his hands, not when you appeared like the reincarnation of all angels above, crafted with the utmost amount of love, purity and beauty.

in that moment, jaeyun couldn’t help but thank all heavens and universes that were skies higher than him for allowing his path to tangle with yours. as he’ll never ever dare to even think about unraveling your destinies.

⊹₊ ⋆ 박성훈 | MY BABY GLOWS FOR ME !

⋆⑅˚₊ | sunghoon has always longed for a love that he would allow himself to get fully lost in. to feel like he was walking between radiant flower fields, ones where he felt the petals gently grazing his skin while the clouds looked lower than usual above him, a love that cradled his lonely spirit and allowed him to travel it’s depths freely.

such love lived in his head for a time longer than he’d like. this desire of his seemed impossible to achieve in the beginning, he felt as if his wish was nonexistent, unavailable for him to even pursue.

but he wasn’t unfamiliar with taking risks either, he never feared away from dates and other potential relationships that had no promises of granting him his wishes regarding an eternal love. luckily enough for him, he thankfully never got too attached to anyone previously. it was as if his heart knew that this wasn’t what he was searching for.

so when the time for separation, the declarations of the failure of the relationship arrived, sunghoon didn’t feel too affected.

because if there was one thing that came to par with his incessant need to devote himself for a love for the rest of his life, it had to be his determined search and belief that somewhere in this small world, his other half that will engulf his heart in their arms existed.

and at this current moment, he couldn’t have been more thankful for his decisions. as his persistent search had paid off in the end. his belief and determination finally led him to you, who was sleeping soundly besides him beneath the fluffy blankets that enveloped your body.

he pushed himself closer to you, his bare chest pressing against your back. the events of yesterday came rushing back to his head, the remembrance of the intimate moments that were filled with blooming love and hushed whispers between only the two of you made warmth creep into his body, the adorable redness settling in his ears and cheeks which led him to bury his face into your neck.

his fingers brushed against your bare skin, gentle strokes that he hoped conveyed the affection he carried for you, the tip of his middle finger travelled from your waist to your hip, the movement causing you to stir in your sleep while your deep breathes gradually turned lighter, indicating your awakening to sunghoon who subconsciously held his breath in anticipation.

“hoon?” you whispered, voice still laced with sleep as you turned around to face him, unaware of the way sunghoon’s breath got knocked out from his lungs the second he got to see you in all of your morning glory. god how was it even possible for you to look more beautiful?

“yes, love?” he whispered back while his eyes studied your features that gazed at him tenderly, your presence completely took over his senses in that moment. all he could smell was the sweet aroma of your hair, he felt your soft skin beneath his finger tips, heard your quite whispers and voice that lulled his heart to fall deeper in love with you, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

allowing you to take over his focus, his vision and his whole being. especially now that you appeared like you were practically glowing in his arms, “you’re glowing baby, enjoyed last night a bit too much?” he chuckled when your cheeks visibly reddened at his words before you buried your head in his neck with a harmless pinch to his bicep that wrapped around you. “you’re acting like i was the only one that enjoyed it.” his fingers that were drawing small shapes and patterns on your skin came to a halt at your words.

“oh believe me when i tell you that i loved last night”his hand reached lower to pinch you back on your hip before he laughed at the shocked squeal from around his neck, his heart bursting with more love as you nuzzled yourself closer to him, wishing to have owned the ability to pause time forever in this moment.

as sunghoon didn’t mind to bath in your love and your glow for eternity.

♡ — hope u enjoyed !! :D big thanks to ariana for releasing supernatural & to boys world for having such adorable and love-radiating songs for inspiring me to write this <3

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seowa · 6 months

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✶ AFTER YOU'VE READ ANGST LIST !

or a compilation of my favourite fluff works that you can read after reading heart-wrenching angsts :›

이희승 ⋆ LHS

01 love is in the air @isoobie 02 cherry tinted @isoobie / @flwrshee 03 don't give me that look @heeliopheelia 04 keep kissing me like that and i'll marry you @heeliopheelia 05 heartbeat @strzlun 06 intimacy after dark @hysgf 07 sweet delicacy @hyhees 08 shirt @hoonvrs 09 campus' flirt @soov 10 chapstick challenge @jaeyunverse 11 always been you @jaeyunverse

박종성 ⋆ PJS

01 i hope i reached you @okwonyo 02 four times jay almost proposed + one time he actually did @jaylver 03 just hold me @heeliopheelia 04 let's take things slow from here @goldenhypen 05 meeting you here @goldenhypen 06 the line in between @yenqa 07 love letters @junityy 08 study lessons @jaeyunverse

심재윤 ⋆ SJY

01 kiss it better baby @sjyuns 02 navy blue tie @byhees 03 heavy eyes @hyhees 04 here with you @yenqa 05 your name @soobnny

박성훈 ⋆ PSH

01 secret @isoobie 02 intentions @sjyuns 03 cherry @misojunnie 04 please say it @heeliopheelia 05 the twenty-four hours dating challenge @jaeyunverse

김선우 ⋆ KSN

01 you're so easy to love @heeliopheelia 02 misfit @palajae 03 face @hoonvrs 04 game time @goldenhypen 05 opposites attract @goldenhypen

양정원 ⋆ YJW

01 i've missed you @heeliopheelia 02 anti-romantic @strzlun 03 sandy cheeks @hoonvrs 04 love grows where jungwon goes @soobnny

西村力 ⋆ NRK

01 tutoring @strzlun 02 love me (k)not @palajae ( this has a sprinkle of angst ) 03 round and around @hoonvrs 04 twizzle into my heart @amakumos 05 hype girl @palajae ( tiniest bit of angst )

note. this will probably be updated whenever possible. also, consider checking out other works of the above writers as well because they're just as good

#✶ AYRAL!#omg this is me making a rec list #my reading diversity is so.....#enhypen masterlist #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen fics #enhypen recs #lee heeseung #park jongseong #jay park #park sunghoon #sim jaeyun #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #nishimura riki

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too sweet ☆ jay park

☆ bad boy! jay x nerd! fem! reader ☆ summary: after months of an on-and-off relationship with you, jay feared that he'd hurt you. you know that he won't. maybe a few sweet words (and kisses) could convince him. ☆ genre: angst to fluff, suggestive, inexperienced! reader (-ish), jay is really really really DOWN BAD, insecurities ☆ warning(s)? n/a ☆ word count: 2.0k words ☆ everyone clap for hozier’s “too sweet," for my starved jay stans

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"So, you're telling me that you want us to end?"

Jay sucked in a sharp breath, clasping his hands together. "That's not what I mean."

You scoffed, narrowing your eyes at him. The thin gold chain hanging around his neck kissed his honey gold skin deliciously, his silvery hair falling over his brows. You watched as Jay rubbed his knuckles, his jaw clenching with each thought that ran through his mind.

"Then what do you mean?"

If he thought that you'd ever let him go, he was insane.

Jay took a moment to think, before words tumbled from his lips in a slow drawl, as if he was afraid of them.

"We can't be together because I'll hurt you," he said simply.

Jay watched your expression closely, eyeing your swollen lips— God, were they perfect, like always— as they curled. He could hear the cogs turning in your head, and for a second, Jay thought that he could win the fight.

You and Jay met under rather interesting circumstances. He was slacking in his classes, running the risk of not passing the semester, so the counselors stepped in and had you to help.

At first, Jay thought you were the most insufferable snob there was. But the next thing he knew, he was pinning you against the wall, hungrily kissing you like he was a starved man and you were his salvation. There was always something so intoxicating about you, the way you were able to chide into his ear why he was failing his classes, yet stayed silent with wide, innocent eyes as his fingers squeezed your thighs. Jay longed for the way you could read him like a book, the way that your black pawns stacked up against him, cornering his white king that made it impossible to escape, all the while holding a polite smile on your face.

It was always unconventional; how could the school's most notorious slacker and shady delinquent even be in the same room as the smartest girl?

Everyone seemed to have something to say about it, and for a second, Jay couldn't help but drink up every word, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss that was his mind.

You were too good for him. You had everything laid out for you, you were just perfect. He wasn't. He was troubled, and stupid, and brash.

He was mean and bitter, you were bright and sweet.

So sweet.

Too sweet.

"You'll hurt me?" you scoffed again, looking at him incredulously.

Under your critical gaze, Jay nearly faltered, as if this wasn't the millionth time that he reconsidered this entire conversation, as if he didn't crave your touch every waking second.

Just ten minutes ago, you were on top of him, your fingers tangled in his hair, ravaging his lips like they were your last meal. Knowing that he was the one that taught you that— how to devour him like a starved hyena— made him feel dizzy.

"When have you ever hurt me?" you pressed, your face pinched.

It was only when your delicate fingers began to unbutton his shirt, soft, but desperate, breaths brushing up against his collarbone, that Jay gently pushed you away, taking you off of his lap and letting you sit beside him on your bed.

"I haven't," Jay swallowed the lump in his throat, unable to ignore the nerves bundling in his stomach, gnawing at him, almost like they were screaming at him to stop. "But I can, a-and I know I will if we don't stop seeing each other."

"What makes you think that?"

Jay chewed on his lip, thinking about his next move.

Loving you was like playing a game, a game where life and death were at stake. He was willing to roll every dice and destroy every odd if it meant being with you.

You were stone-faced, save for the questioning quirk of your eyebrows, but Jay knew better.

The moment that the words "I think we should break up" left his lips, Jay could see your pawns retreating; he could see the way that your walls were beginning to come up again, the cage wrapped around your heart tightened, and all he wanted to do was hold you and apologize.

But he couldn't, because this was for the best.

He'd rather hurt you once, than hurt you a million more times in the future.

He was afraid of himself, of what his hands could do, of what tears you would shed over him.

He was fundamentally flawed, someone who could not be fixed. That was something that both you and him needed to accept.

"You know me," Jay murmured, his eyes glued to the fluffy carpet on the floor. He couldn't look you in the eye after this, after hurting you. "I'm not good for you."

You stayed silent for a few pulses, only the sound of your shaky breath filling Jay's ears.

Then, you reached out for him. But, the moment that you soft fingers met his shoulder, Jay violently flinched away.

He knew that if he let you touch him, he'd never be able to pull away.

"Jay..." Your voice was small, and when he looked up to see your face, your brows were furrowed together. You looked hurt, and he wanted to punch himself; he wanted to melt into your warmth, feel your hands on his skin, and taste the paradise that was your lips.

You slowly retracted your hand, something that made Jay's heart ache.

"Sorry..." he mumbled, quickly averting his gaze once again. After today, he didn't deserve to look at you.

Another few pulses pass in sheer silence, a silence so suffocating that Jay felt his throat tighten.

"Did it mean anything to you?" you finally asked shakily.

"W-What?"

"Did anything that we did at least mean something to you?"

The word "yes" almost came spilling out of his mouth, eager to prove to you that he indeed loved you— loved you enough to save you. But, Jay stopped himself.

You would never take an explanation that didn't make sense. You'd push and push and push until you got the truth.

He couldn't draw this out any longer, or else he'd crack.

"No," Jay pushed out of his mouth, grimacing at the bitter taste on his tongue.

He heard you take in a breath, before you clicked your tongue.

You didn't believe him, and you weren't going to take no for an answer.

"Tell me the truth," you murmured. "All those times we've kissed, why would you kiss me first if it meant nothing?"

He really couldn't do this, he couldn't lie to you.

"W-Well, it's because you're always close to me." Horrible explanation, and he knew it.

You cocked a brow. "No one’s forcing you to kiss me."

Jay gulped. You were reading him like a book, seeing right through him.

"Any man in my position would kiss you," he stammered, unaware that the way his nose scrunched gave him away. Jay's eyes glazed over you. God, you were just so beautiful. "I mean, look at you."

His ears burned with shame, blinking back hot tears that brimmed his eyes. He couldn't believe that he was actually doing this, purposefully lying to your face. He felt disgusting; weak. You were the first person that he's ever loved, the first person that made him feel all sorts of weird, giddy feelings, the first person that made him feel safe and loved. He was ruining it for himself, but he'd rather ruin himself than ruin you. After this, how was he ever going to recover? He couldn't imagine his life without you, not after feeling your warmth, not after having the privilege of seeing you beneath him, pretty eyes filled with stars gazing up at him—

If Jay wasn't so caught up in his head, he'd notice the way that you observed his flickering expression, before suddenly climbing back onto Jay.

"H-Hey—!"

You pushed Jay down onto the bed so that he was lying on his back, sitting right on his abdomen, pinning him down for good.

"You're a horrible liar," you muttered before grabbing his face, pressing sticky kisses against his jaw.

No, no, no! This isn't supposed to happen! You're supposed to hate him!

Your lips trailed from his jaw to the crook right below his ear, the spot that you knew was Jay's sensitive spot. You bit down just enough to make Jay let out a high-pitched sigh. You pulled away, admiring the purple-pink mark you left on his skin, before trailing down to the birthmark on his neck. You ran your tongue over the heart-shaped mark. Jay's hand jerked out for your waist, squeezing it.

"B-Baby..." he breathed, slipping back into his habit of using that name for you. His mind was doing everything in its power to resist you, but all he could do was tilt his head back to give you better access to his neck.

"Baby?" you purred against the shell of his ear. "Thought I didn't mean anything to you."

"I— Shit, don't do that, Baby—" you slid your hand under his shirt, your lips making vulgar noises as it attached to his honey skin.

"I don't fucking care if you hurt me," you spat in his ear, and chills ran down his spine. Since when were you so... obscene?

What has he done to you, for you to start off as an innocent and curious girl and end up shamelessly touching him? Had he corrupted you too much?

"You said you wanted to give me the best firsts?" your voice was so harsh, so mean that Jay almost questioned how someone so sweet could be so ruthless. It also made him question why in the hell it made his stomach do a flip. You bit down on a collarbone. "Then stop being a pussy and just let me love you."

Jay threw his head back, letting a groan escape his lips. God, how was he going to win this? How was he going to ignore the shudder of his shoulders as you touched him? How was he going to act like his body wasn't yearning for you?

"I'm pretty and you know it," you rasped in his ear. "So stop resisting me."

Your words were candied, sweet like syrup, seeping into his head and swaying all resolve he had. He almost gave in. Almost.

"L-Look, I know you’re hot and all," it took every fiber in Jay's being to not give into your tantalizing lips, "B-But you know this is wrong."

You hummed against his skin. "But I don't."

Jay's rendered speechless when you press your hips against his, squeezing his eyes shut. His stomach did a flip, a wave of heat coursing through his body. It felt electric, it felt wrong.

"I don't know that this is wrong, and even if I did, I wouldn't care" your tone is so soft, so innocent, but your actions were so dirty. "Ignorance is bliss."

Jay opened his mouth to let more dumb words pour out, dumb words that were his final (and extremely futile) attempt to restrain himself, but his breath got caught in his throat when they ran your hands through his silver hair, gripping it and pulling it back. You held his head in place by his hair. The sensation of pain on his scalp was delicious, enough to make him feel like putty in the palm of your hands.

"If you don’t stop," his voice was airy and high-pitched now, labored breaths escaping his lips. He wasn't going to win this fight. He never was going to in the first place, not when you were his opponent, "I don't know if I'll be able to control myself."

"Then don't," you said simply against his neck. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes. Your eyes were wide and shiny, innocently staring up at him. Your voice was so pretty and sweet, so sweet that he couldn't believe that you were doing and saying all these things to him. "Don't control yourself."

As Jay fell back into the comfort of the mattress, letting heat spread across his chest and face as you hungrily sunk your teeth into what was his heart, his Adam's apple bobbed.

You were too sweet for him, too sweet for a bitter person like him.

He wouldn't mind getting tooth decay, yeah?

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021894s · 14 days

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DOWN BAD ENHYPEN AS YOUR EX BF

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴇx!ᴇɴʜʏᴘᴇɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ

masterlist

. . . . . . . . . . . . ╰──╮꒰ 🍡 ꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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jongseongsnudes · 5 months

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nine.

warning; ✨smut✨ 1.2k words. masterlist.

“s- sir it’s too much...”

“i’m sure you can take much more than this,” he says with a chuckle, almost as if taunting you as his fingers continued working you, “can’t you, pretty?”

his choice of pet name has you immediately seeing white, your fingers clutching onto the poor table beneath for dear life and the man had barely done anything to you. you’re just not used to this side of your boss, the side you thought only existed in your very wrong fantasies of him.

yet here he was, his arm around your waist and with two of his fingers deep inside of you, working you towards your high. despite the very embarrassing sounds that filled the quiet room, thanks to how wet you were, you wanted more. much more of this park jongseong.

you wanted his lips on you, you wanted his hands on you, you wanted him inside of you.

you knew all of this was wrong on so many levels, that fucking your boss could lead to so many potential problems. cough, getting fired. but you couldn’t care less at this point.

this was definitely not how you imagined your night would turn out. from hiding from your boss to literally being pinned on the table by him, was the last thing you would’ve expected.

but hey, your tipsy, horny self wasn’t complaining one bit.

“mr- mr park-”

you lay your head onto his shoulder when everything was becoming too much, the man only increasing his speed inside of you at your struggles. he looks pleased, pleased to have you in such a mess already and just because of his fingers.

a sudden, familiar feeling brewing in your core tells you that you were almost there, almost becoming undone. and thankfully, your smart boss could also tell, immediately adding his thumb to finish the job. he watches you like a hawk to its prey, watching you gradually lose your mind as every second passes.

“mr park... i’m going to- i’m-”

“yeah? go on, cum then.”

white washes over your eyes, your mind spinning from the sensation that’s running through your body as you finally reach your high. it feels so good, every part of you feels numb and weak at the same time and if not for his strong hold, you’re sure you would’ve fallen to the floor by now.

while you’re trying to catch your breath again, the man suddenly steps back from you and settles back into the chair, his eyes never once leaving yours. for second there you’re unsure of his intentions... but the sight of him there, slowly spreading his legs apart has you immediately on your knees, literally, all in two seconds. at this point, you don’t mind that you look pathetic because all you wanted right now was to satisfy the man.

the look on his face once you’re settled in between his legs tells you that perhaps he’s pleased with how obedient you really were.

“so pretty aren’t you,” he says lowly, the end of his lips curving as he reaches out hold your chin, his thumb brushing slightly over your bottom lip. the same thumb was stroking you a whole minute ago.

fuck.

“you like to please me, don’t you?” he taunts with his authoritative voice, the one he usually used within the office and you nod a little too eagerly to it, “then show me.”

you almost cum for the second time tonight just to the sight of sitting there, his legs spread apart. welcoming you.

thank heavens the man only had a robe and a pair of thin briefs on, making your job a million times easier and faster. an embarrassing whimper emits from your throat when his length is finally on full display to you, standing erect right before your eyes, demanding to be sucked.

to say you were currently drooling at the sight of his dick would’ve been really embarrassing but it’s true. you may be inexperienced at this but you were certain that he was much bigger than the average and god were you about to struggle with it.

however there was still a little hesitance in your movements, the fact that this man is your boss lingered in the back of your head, screaming. as if he could read your mind, mr park threads his hand into your hair, gripping it slightly as a silent nudge to continue.

“go on.”

and you didn’t need to be asked twice, leaning in to engulf his length, taking as much of him as you could. just like you had predicted, it was a struggle, barely able to take half of him before you were already gagging.

tears are forming in the corners of your eyes as you continue to move, pleasing him like it was your life’s main purpose. and mr park seemed pleased indeed with his groans and the way his fingers harshly tangled in your hair, pushing you on.

like a natural reflex, you wrap your fingers around his base, stroking it in time with your mouth, knowing damn well it’ll do the job. you’re almost certain your boss was at his end with the growl like noise he makes, a noise your poor insides react a little too intensely too.

if you were hot and bothered before, well you were literally dripping now seeing mr park in such a state. and it’s all because of you.

the man leans back a little on the bed, eyes now shut as he finally finishes off on a high, releasing his entire load deep in your mouth. you do your best to swallow but some of it naturally spills from your lips, onto your thin robe. it’s sticky, it’s messy but god was it hot.

“come here.”

like the little obedient assistant that you were, you were quick to settle on his lap, where his length stood mere inches away from where you needed him most. the man was hard again, and so quickly, but you weren’t complaining. all you could think about was having it deep inside of you, making you feel good from so many different angles.

but for a moment there, you’re distracted by something. his gaze. you swore you noticed it drop to your lips, his body even moving closer, as if he was going to kiss you. it would be your first kiss with your boss, something that had secretly crossed your mind in the past.

you want to scream, to finally be able to feel his lips on yours.

but then nothing.

instead, the man stands to his feet with you comfortably in his arms, taking you to what you assume was the bed. your eyes stayed on him the entire time, silently throwing hints that you wanted him to do it. that you wanted to kiss him yet despite the closeness of your faces, it doesn’t happen.

and to your surprise, he lays you gently onto the bed and pulls up the blanket... tucking you in.

“you go to bed, i have a few things to deal with. goodnight.”

you’re tipsy but you’re not delusional. you knew that this between you and mr park tonight was obviously just a spur of the moment type thing... but you can’t help but feel disappointed at how abruptly and weirdly it ended.

well shit.

end.

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fakeuwus · 3 months

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UNDERSTAND | CHAPTER 9: bros got attachment issues idk!

warnings: cursing, typos

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MESSAGE FROM NIC: jayyn delusional era is never ending sorry yall 🤕 ALSO SORRY FOR SO MANY TYPOS?? its almost 2 am for me but i wanted to get this out before i slept! anyways hope yall enjoyed hehe next chap is written! feedback is always appreciated love u guys sm 🤍

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snoowpee · 1 month

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comfortable - p.js

Pairing ⇾ boyfriend!jay x girlfriend!reader

Genre ⇾ smut

Warnings ⇾ unprotected sex (don’t make stupid decisions!), fingering, teasing, marking, oral (both giving & receiving), hair pulling, cum eating, overstimulation, squirting, dacryphilia, name calling (whore, cockslut), spanking, slight praise kink, size kink, attempted cockwarming, jay asks reader if she wants to use her safe word. I might’ve missed something but that’s the gist of it, enjoy!

Summary ⇾ your boyfriend is being really clingy while you try to watch your favorite show.

Word count ⇾ 2.0k words

Playlist ⇾ H.E.R. - Comfortable.

Your relationship with Jay has its share of being touchy, it may be intentional or unintentional, but it was fairly touchy overall. So when he comes over and sees you binge watching your favorite show, Money Heist, all he does is engulf you in a hug. Though with Jay being touchy comes the need to be comfortable, very comfortable. Leading you to your current position, on his lap with his arms wrapped around you. You weren’t gonna lie, when it comes to this whole being comfortable shit, Jay knows what he’s doing.

After a few more episodes, you felt one of his large hands crawl up underneath your shirt. You didn’t mind it though, knowing Jay has developed this habit of fondling or playing with your breasts whilst you’re sitting on his lap. You felt his lips touch the skin of your neck, and again you didn’t mind.

“Babe, I wanna lay down.” Jay whispered, lips touching your right ear.

“Wait, give me like two minutes, shit’s about to go down.” You say, too indulged. Jay laughs at your eagerness to finish the episode you’re currently watching. He begins to fondle with your breasts again, busying himself with his phone as he scrolls through it, patiently waiting for you.

“Ok, done.” You turn around to face him, he pecks your lips, making the both of you smile. You get off his lap, laying down on your back.

Jay follows ensuite, positioning his head to lay on top of your breast, wrapping his arms around your torso. You wrap your legs around his upper body, liking the position you’re in. “You smell good,” Jay says, lifting up your shirt to press a kiss on your stomach.

“Thanks, babe,” you say.

The two of you stayed in that position for a while, with you watching your favorite show, playing with Jay’s hair absentmindedly. You were on season four thinking Jay was fast asleep, when you felt him lift your shirt up, kissing the top of your shorts’ waistband. It was an innocent gesture at first, but when he pulled it down a little to reveal your cotton underwear, you knew he was up to something.

“What are you doing?” You pull on the strands of Jay’s hair. He groaned at the action, meeting your gaze. Combing through the strands of his hair, you trace his jaw and ask again, “What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, he dips his hand inside of your underwear, cold fingers making contact with your folds, causing a stir of arousal within you. He smirked just as you inhaled deeply.

“I don’t know, you tell me. What am I doing?” He moves his fingers slowly, teasing you.

“God, you’re driving me insane.” You wrapped your fingers around his throat, feeling him pull off your shorts with your underwear. He then parts your lower lips, leaning in to lick a stripe through your folds up to your clit.

“Hands up,” he orders, getting rid of your shirt, leaving you completely bare. Jay positions himself in between your legs, kissing your inner thighs in the process.

As soon as he is settled between your legs, he grips your thighs apart, holding you in place as he continues licking your folds. Your hand moves to grip on the strands of his hair, letting out a soft sweet moan, causing his pants to tighten as you continue your small whimpers.

Jay’s gaze stays on you, watching your face contort into pleasure as he eats you out like a starved man. Your knuckles turn white as you harshly grip his hair, leaving him groaning against your core.

“Jay…” you moan out immediately after he slips a finger into your cunt, your wetness coating his finger from how wet you were. You let out a deep breath when he starts to move his finger.

He adds a second finger in when you eventually adjust to the stretch, gaining speed with every moan you let out.

“Babe…” you voiced out, the pitch of your voice higher than usual at the feeling of his tongue flicking against your clit. The knot in your stomach tightens, when Jay adds a third finger in. “Baby…’m c-close!” You attempt to close your legs around him, but the grip he has on you stops the action.

“Cum, baby,” Jay pumps his fingers faster, helping the knot in your stomach come undone. He doesn’t stop his actions, fingering you through your orgasm.

Jay pulls his cum coated fingers out of your cunt, licking them clean. You felt your core throb as he shamelessly moaned at the taste of you.

“You taste really sweet, babe.” You gasped as you felt his tongue circle around your hole again, barely dipping in. He pulls away, only to do the same thing again, barely licking your hole and then pulling away. Again and again.

Once you had enough of his teasing, you tugged his hair, pulling him closer, his tongue flat against the heat of your cunt. You grind against it, basking in the pleasure, squirming against Jay’s touch, bucking your hips up with how good you’re feeling. As you rode his tongue, your thighs began to shake again, releasing your arousal all over him after a while.

You breathlessly tried to move away from Jay when he stopped you.

“Stop moving,” he says against your cunt. His big hands cup your hips, pushing it down harshly to hold you in place. “Give me another one,” he sternly orders, you quiver under his hold, moaning helplessly when he starts eating you out again.

“W-What! No!” You choked out, a tear escaping your eye at the immense amount of pleasure. “B-Baby…please! Stop! J-Jay…” your mouth hung open, moans pouring out.

“Say the safe word if you really mean it, babe,” Jay waited.

He waited but he didn’t stop.

He didn’t stop because you did not say it.

You feel him smirk against your cunt, but you were too overwhelmed with the pleasure his tongue was giving you to care.

“Too much,” you stuttered out, eyes rolling at the back of your head. Suddenly, a gush of fluid came out of you, squirting your arousal all over Jay’s tongue.

“Holy shit,” Jay looks at you, dumbfounded. Once he regains his senses, he starts lapping up your releases, to ‘clean’ you up, careful not to waste a single drop.

You winced as he kissed your sensitive clit. Jay chuckled, finding your reaction cute. “My whore enjoying herself?” He raises an eyebrow, smirking. You only nodded, too exhausted to be coherent.

“Now…” Jay begins, hands reaching for his back, to pull off his shirt by the neckline, “…you’ve had your fun…” he got a hold on the fabric of his shirt, pulling it off, throwing it to the side right after, joining the pile of your disregarded clothes. “…it’s time to have mine,” he leans in, arms on either side of your body, caging you.

Jay nibbles on the sensitive part of your neck, “Yeah?”

It was a rhetorical question, of course, but you couldn’t help but nod. Jay sat up again, pulling the drawstrings of his gray sweats, standing up, getting rid of his bottoms altogether. You can’t help but admire him; melanin skin, toned abs, messy hair all on full display, with his angry veiny leaking cock standing tall and proud. Your mouth watered at the sight. He looked so scrumptious.

“J-Jay…want to suck you off,” you try to sit up with the remaining energy you have left, crawling slowly to the foot of the bed.

You stay on your hands and knees when you come face to face with Jay’s cock. He runs a hand through your hair till it reaches the back of your head, gripping it.

“Open wide,” he said, tugging on your hair, before thrusting his cock inside your mouth.

Jay groaned when he felt his tip reach the back of your throat. You tried fitting all of him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, breathing through your nose, licking the underside of his cock. His hand harshly comes down on the skin of your ass, making you whimper as he slaps your ass repeatedly.

“What a little cockslut,” he lets out another deep moan.

“You’re my little cockslut, aren’t you?”

You tried to nod despite having your mouth full of his cock. Jay shoves his cock further down your throat, making you gag around him, feeling his dick throb against your tongue. You know the way you sputter and drool around him turns him on, especially when you’re all messy and fucked up for him.

“Fuck baby, you’re driving me crazy,” Jay continues his harsh thrusts.

When you feel his cock twitch, you hollow your cheeks and suck even harder, wanting to feel his cum on your tongue. To your dismay, Jay pulls you off of his cock by your hair.

“Keep your mouth open,” he said. You were quick to oblige, sticking your tongue out, drool dripping down your chin, while gazing up at your boyfriend. “God, you’re so hot,” Jay muttered, lost in his thoughts.

Your lips curve upward into a smile at his compliment.

In front of you, he pumped his cock faster, the tip hitting your tongue a couple of times. He loudly moaned when he finally released all over your tongue. You swallowed satisfied, not missing the chance to lick him ‘clean’ after.

“Good job, baby,” he kisses your neck, manhandling you to lay on your back. “Can you give me one more?” He pecked your lips, the act seeming innocent in contrast to the actions he’s planning to do to you.

What?

“Are you serious?” You respond with heavy eyelids, you glanced at his half hard cock. You can’t be serious. You sighed.

“Cockwarming?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, his chest meeting yours.

“Until you can go again?” He asked and you nod as a response, it was hard to talk with the way your throat is hurting. “Yeah?” Jay pecked your lips again, aligning his cock with your entrance.

You both let out a synchronized moan when he seethes in.

“Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good around me,” he peppers your face with kisses. You giggled as you wrap your legs around him so he can go in deeper.

You see Jay look down at your tummy with a smile on his face, “look how deep I can go in you.”

You only understood what he meant when you saw his cock bulging out of your stomach. Oh, fuck.

“Fuck that’s hot,” you said, voice below whisper.

Jay moves in and out of you slowly, looking at you for confirmation. You give him a small nod as a response, so he continues moving his hips. Jay slips a hand between your bodies, his large hands cupping your tummy, pushing it down.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “baby, I can feel you so deep! Keep doing that!” you moan out louder.

Jay grabs onto the headboard, using it as leverage to pound into you, his hips snapping onto yours in an inhumane speed. Tears trail down your cheeks as your eyes roll at the back of your head.

Your nails unintentionally scratch Jay’s back, while he leaves hickies at the valley of your breasts.

Jay’s hands cupped your breasts, thumb tracing each of your nipples. He playfully bites your left nipple causing you to gasp loudly.

He fondled your breasts for a while, swirling his tongue around it whilst playfully nibbling it, switching to your other breast to give it the same attention as the other one. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” you breathlessly said.

It doesn’t take long for the both of you to reach your highs with the way Jay is pounding into you. After a few more thrusts, he pulls out of you to release his load all over your cunt.

“You’re amazing,” Jay kisses your lips, you smile into the kiss feeling proud and happy at his compliment. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He leaves a kiss on the top of your head, carrying you to the bathroom, to run you a warm bath.

When you take a hold of his cock, he looks at you.

“My baby wants to go again?”

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newsflash! — interviews

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you and chuji had met up right when the last bell for the day rang, “you ready?” chuji asked, zipping up his backpack after grabbing something from his locker, you nodded your head as you two made your ways to the gym.

as you two turned the corner of your school, you passed by chaeryeong with her two best friends, yeji & lia. you never spoke to chaeryeong or any of her friends so you didn’t have an issue with them, nor did you think they even knew who you were, but you didn’t care that much.

you snorted. “remember when you had a crush on yeji when we were freshman?” you brought up to chuji, who rolled his eyes. “do you really need to bring that horrible moment up anytime we see her?” it was embarrassing but funny seeing your best friend trying to impress his freshman crush while drastically failing.

“okay okay i’ll stop.” “no you won’t.” “yeah your right i won’t.” you laughed as he sighed, you both walked to the doors of your school’s huge gym. chuji opened the doors as you both say your beloved schools basketball team practice.

you both walked up to their coach as he gave you guys a smile. “hi coach kim!” “hi guys! what do you need?” he asked. “mr jeon asked us to interview some of the players about what they regularly do in basketball, so we just came to see if we were allowed to.” chuji responded.

“of course that’s okay! we were about to do individual evaluations so you can interview anyone! have fun and good luck on your article! make me proud!” coach kim said with a huge smile on his face. you and chuji thanked him before sitting down on one of the benches.

geonu saw you and jogged over towards you two, “hey chuji! oh and y/n.” geonu jokingly said as you scoffed at him. “im kidding! anyways what are you guys doing here?” “we are doing a article on the basketball team here and we need to interview some of the players so.. here we are!” you said as geonu nodded.

“you wanna interview me?” geonu asked as you nodded. geonu was about to speak before nicholas interrupted him. “yo geonu! your up!”

“ah shit-“ geonu mumbled. “sorry y/n, how about hm..” he looked around the gym to find someone you can interview, “interview jay! he’s tying his shoe over there, i’ll catch you later!” your brother said as he ran off to do his drill.

“im gonna go interview ej!” chuji told you as you nodded, letting him do whatever he was doing. you stood up and slowly made your way towards jay. you knew who jay was and he knew who you were, but you both never really made an effort to talk to one another.

“jay?” he looked up at you from tying his shoe, “oh hey.. y/n right?” “yeah that’s me.” “what’s up?” “me and chuji are working on a article for journalism about the basketball team, and if you don’t mind- can i interview you?” you asked him, hoping to get a yes.

“yeah sure! you wanna sit and do it?” he responded as you nodded. he followed you to the benches of the gym as you both sat down. “so how are we gonna do this?” jay asked. “i’ll just record you talking through voice memo and ask you some questions about what you usually do during practice!”

from there on you were asking him questions as he would answer them, jay was good at answering them, giving you details about what him and his team usually did during practices and games, maybe a little too much details, but it was enough for you anyways.

“and that’s it!” you exclaimed as you turned off your phone and jay had a tiny shocked look on his face. “that’s it? i thought it would’ve been longer.” jay chuckled as you laughed. “noo it’s just how interviews for high school newspapers go anyways!” you told him as he nodded his head in understanding.

“thanks for doing this for me! i really appreciate it jay!” “yeah no problem! anytime.” he smiled at you before walking away towards his teammate and friend jake. you smiled to yourself, thinking nothing of it.

not knowing what was going to happen in the following months.

notes — Heyyy…… Hiiii….. sorry for not uploading a new chapter :( and sorry for this poorly written lazy chapter 😕 i’ve been to be honest really unmotivated </3 which sucks considering i have other works to finish as well T_T but i promise i’ll get motivated again somehow 💪

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