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i'll defend fanfic for my whole life. like the joy it brings is genuinely transformative and indulgent in a way unique to the genre. it isn't meant for a market, it isn't meant to be sold or marketed. it is born out of such care and passion for a media that one must write and must share it, so other folks can enjoy it to. for no other reason than love and joy. do you know how special that is? especially in our current social and political climate.
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JIUNG Pretty Boy, 250509
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NICE GUYS



pairing: non-idol!shotaro x fem!reader
genre: smut, slice of life ( 18+ ) ── 2.2k words
for a while, you thought your new coworker’s charms meant that he’s a difficult person, someone who’s too cool to be working behind the counter of the movie theatre, but after a silly trade of harmless secrets, you start calling him a friend, not suspecting that with each new secret you exchange, the term friend slowly shifts its meaning
✎… coworkers au, friends to lovers trope, sub!reader, sexual acts in public, exhibitionism kink, pet names, hickeys (f!rec)
“Okay, okay, now it’s your turn.” Shotaro murmurs, bringing back his focus on stacking the popcorn tubs.
As if that’s gonna help the embarrassment that has risen to his cheeks fade quicker.
You’re still grinning, leaning your hip against the counter beside him, unable to stop yourself from taking secret glances while he’s not looking.
His smile is still just as charming, even after he’s told you one of his most humiliating stories - one from few years ago, back when he’d just started dancing. It took place in the studio, and almost no one knows about it except few people who were there to witness it; and now - you.
You look around the lobby as you try to think of a secret of your own. It’s the usual Friday night buzz at the movie theatre, but that’s not what distracts you from going through your memories quicker, but your coworker Shotaro - his contagious chuckles that get lost under the hissing soda machines, his attractive side profile that tempts you to lay eyes on him again and again.
“Alright, uhm…” A final giggle escapes you before you pull yourself together and get back to the game.
The idea of ending up in an awkward silence with him sometimes terrifies you.
It’s nice that somehow you unintentionally made this little game stick around. It started off as a silly way to fill time during his first week here, a way to break the ice and get to know each other. But without either of you really meaning to, it became a thing whenever the work hours slow down.
It’s also a small - or maybe not so small, after all, - part of the process of you falling in love with him.
You turn to him, lips pressed together. You’re not sure how he’s going to react to this one.
“When you first started here… I thought you were kind of an asshole.”
The surprise settles pretty quickly on Shotaro’s face. His eyes widen slightly when he looks away from the huge pyramid of popcorn in order to look at you.
The next second, his brows gather together but not in offense, just pure curiosity.
Before he says anything, you rush to clarify.
“I mean, uhm before we started actually talking. For a while, I just assumed, you know? You kind of had that… too cool for this place vibe. But turns out, I was wrong. You’re not an asshole.”
You pause, wondering what he could be thinking, but you only see that same unreadable look he tends to give you when he’s trying not to smile too much.
“Then what am I?” He asks quietly.
You shift slightly against the counter as he keeps watching you. The eye contact has your heart skipping while you do your best to maintain it without getting distracted from the conversation. He makes it seem such an easy thing to do - peering into someone’s eyes, someone who you secretly desire.
He makes it seem like the most effortless process, yet, here you are, with palms sweating and pulse racing.
“You are… the opposite.” You reply, shrugging shoulders in attempt to bring some casualness in your tone.
“So, nice?” Shotaro asks before bringing back his gaze on the task in front of him. There’s a ring of intrigue in his light voice, as if he’s suspicious of something.
“Yeah,” you nod, “you’re not as intimidating as you seem.”
“This is a first.” He says as a soft smirk tugs at his lips; nobody has ever told him something like this before. Maybe because he’s never met such an interesting person like you in a very long time. “Are you disappointed that I turned out to be different than what you thought I was?”
“No.” You remain silent for a few seconds, and then, something that’s been dripping from his voice, unfamiliar but exciting, shoots a sudden boldness into you, and you add: “I’m into nice guys.”
Shotaro doesn’t get a chance to reply.
At the exact same moment, a group of loud teenagers stop at the bar behind you, calling for your immediate attention. He only curls his lips silently, clearly having a hard time taking his eyes off you.
You can perfectly read his mouth, though. This isn’t over yet.
It’s around 1:30 AM after your closing shift. The streets are empty as you and Shotaro walk beside each other on the sidewalk, enjoying the hush of the late hour and warm summer night.
“You really don’t have to walk me home, it’s like… ten minutes away.”
“But I enjoy it.”
You stop in front of your apartment complex, turning to Shotaro to see him grin softly. It’s time for him to call a cab. Unlike you, he lives across town.
But what he says next doesn’t have to do with any of that. What he says instead is something you would’ve least expected to hear tonight.
“Will I be an asshole if I ask for a kiss?”
You take a quiet breath as the corner of your mouth twitches agreeably.
Shotaro is already tempted to glance at your lips but he resists. He doesn't break attention from your eyes as though he's trying to get to your answer first.
“Depends on how you ask.”
“Is there a right or wrong way to ask for a kiss?” He flashes his eyebrows at you, matching your teasing right away.
“I fear there is.” You respond almost in a whisper, simultaneously holding back from pulling him by the shirt to erase his signature smirk with your lips.
Shotaro sighs softly, playing it as if he’s suddenly faced with a challenge.
Though, you can see he's not afraid to stare at your mouth anymore. Standing in place, he observes your lips closely, how they part slightly, illuminated by the golden glow of the streetlights.
Once he looks back up, you realise that no matter which part of you he’s studying in this current moment, it would without a doubt, feel intimate. It’s frustrating when you’re doing your best not to dismiss all your principles - like never making the first move when you have a crush on someone.
Oh, you kind of… already did today.
“I’m afraid that if you keep teasing me like this I’ll stop being so nice.” He finally speaks up, and his voice dips lower, fueling the tension between you.
He wets his lips, seconds away from dropping the flirting and just grabbing you.
However, this is too entertaining. He likes it that you’re making him chase you. He can only imagine how much sweeter the reward would feel on his tongue by the end.
“Then stop asking so many questions,” you respond at once.
And before you can even grasp it - Shotaro crashes his lips against yours.
The truth is, he wasn’t planning on kissing you tonight. He was going to wait just a little longer, but you made that impossible.
In a matter of seconds, the kiss deepens, and you feel a wave rising in your body. It washes off every reasonable thought in your mind - about the fact you're still outside in the middle of the street, that it’s past midnight.
Lost in the arousing rush that erupts with each next movement of his lips, you accidentally lurch back. Shotaro is quick to tighten his arms around you though, pulling you closer. Your bodies are flushed, excited, pressing harder against one another...
“Can I…” He breathes against your mouth.
“Just touch me, please—“
“You’re so cute.” A chuckle of amusement brushes against your lips; the slight rasp it comes with has you wanting to kiss him again instantly. “How did you know what I was about to ask?”
“Stop with the questions, Taro.”
Your hands shift at the back of his neck, hinting at how much you need this.
Just now you realise that you somehow found yourselves in the shadowed corner just beside the front door of the building - half-hidden from view, but not completely out of sight.
“Do I talk too much?” His one hand slides down your waist then shifts to your ass. He doesn't grab it properly though, - he knows that's what you're waiting for so he only lets his palm rest there.
“Mhmm,” you hum, pressing your head back against the cool wall.
Shotaro leans forward, lowering his voice even more.
“Then, I guess I can’t tell you how hard I am right now because of you.” His other hand cups the side of your face as he moves to speak at your ear. “Your lips are driving me fuckin’ crazy.”
You almost moan when he suddenly grips on your butt cheek, roughly, to emphasise his statement.
Then, not a moment later, his soft lips start to nibble on the side of your neck, heating you up further. Making it impossible to ignore the rush that’s looming low in your tummy.
Delightful sighs begin to slip from your tongue as the contact from his mouth goes from soft smooches, to intensifying bites that toy with your sensitivity; you fall so deeply into bliss that you can’t tell exactly when one of your hands travels down to his crotch.
The second you apply some pressure, Shotaro snickers against your bruising skin.
“Curious, hm, baby?”
He brings his eyes on your face; they’re gleaming with lust and provocation. A light you haven’t seen inside them before.
You bite your lower lip, enjoying the seductive shift in his expression. The continuous rubbing of your palm is enough of a response on its own already.
“I am too,” he whispers with a mischievous curve on his lips.
Resting his forehead against yours, he confidently changes the direction of his dominant hand then swiftly unzips your pants.
The sound of the zipper in the dark sends a shiver down your spine - one that has you anticipating what would follow despite the possible risks.
Your breathing picks up as you feel his bold fingers sneaking under your panties, exploring the area through measured circles.
“Ah, you feel so nice…” he murmurs, “bet you taste good too.”
You watch his tongue peek out, running along his lips briefly; with their plumpness and sensual touch, you can only imagine how amazing they’d feel if he goes down on you… if he wraps them around the bundle of nerves he’s in the middle of caressing right now.
It doesn’t take long for your composure to crack; the sounds pile up in your throat with each following rub on your clit, desperate and whiny.
“Taro—“ you mewl as you slowly open eyes to scan your surroundings; from here, you can still see the quiet street stretching out and that heightens your adrenaline.
Luckily, there’s no sign of existence except the two of you, tucked away in this dark corner.
“Focus on me.” He mutters with a hint of demand; his touch strictly maintains the rhythm he noticed that you like. “You dirty girl… looking if there’s someone out there who can see you? Want an audience?”
It’s so obvious how immensely this is turning you on. It’s written in every small twitch of your face - he can see the euphoria, and he can hear it too. Last, but not least, he feels it - it’s spreading on his fingertips, making them stickier and smoother.
“No,” you mumble, seconds away from moaning which only turns Shotaro’s smirk even wider. “Fuck— I’m getting close…”
Shotaro’s gaze temporarily flickers to your hips and the way you’re unable to stop them from shifting.
“Yeah, I can tell, baby…” He closes his eyes for a moment, slipping half of his middle finger into your entrance before bringing it back up. “You’re so wet, fuck… perfect for my cock.”
His free hand moves up to press against the wall behind you while the one inside your underwear speeds up - not a lot, just the perfect amount to push you near the edge.
His lewd words heat up your face one by one as he’s still just a breath away.
“Gonna cum for me, hm? Baby, I really want to see you…” He keeps on cooing, stirring the hot wave inside you. “Show me how you cum, and I’ll tell you a really fun secret. Tomorrow’s my turn, right, pretty?”
As the pleasure rises dangerously inside you, both of your hands clench at Shotaro’s shirt, holding onto the last bits of self control you have.
Until the overwhelming thrill spreads in your system, and you hurry to wrap arms around him, grasping onto his shoulders as your knees almost give up on you.
Your figure shudders against his still frame; your final moans send a thrill of pleasure right through his core, causing Shotaro to suppress a groan of his own.
“Fuck,” you pant quietly at his ear; in disbelief of what just happened.
You feel his hand easing up the pace while you calm from the rush until it completely stops and slips away.
After shooting a quick look behind his shoulder, Shotaro brings the same fingers that just made you cum and shamelessly closes lips around them.
“That was…” you murmur but not enough words come to your clouded mind at the moment so your unfinished sentence is left hanging in the air.
But then, Shotaro meets your eyes, and after swallowing your exciting taste, he decides to make a quick, casual suggestion:
“Really nice of me?” His lips stretch as he tucks hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I’m a nice guy, after all.”
! please do not repost, copy or translate my works
! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed
a.note ! if you reached the end: thank you <3 most of this was initially written last year for another group, but it wasn’t working the way i wanted it to, so eventually i left the story to collect dust in my notion. until last night when i stumbled upon it again only to realise how well it would fit taro if i just changed up few details here and there… i hope you enjoyed the read :’)
#STOP! EVERYONE PAUSE#THIS WAS INSANE#MOVIE THEATRE COWORKER SHOTARO????#his whole attitude in this is So attractive stop#the way him and reader tease each other god this was incredibly hot dinna I am obsessed#THANK YOU for sharing this with us so long after it had been written omg I'm glad you found that writing it for shotaro made it make sense#ely's recs
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i actually never ever want AO3 to be censored bc nothing is more fun than reading the tags on a fic and going “huh. didn’t know there was a market for that.”
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my god my fucking wow oh uhm he
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never too late pt 1



⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ idol!youngk x hair stylist!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
♡ genre/warnings: slight angst, fluff (soon! in pt 2)
♡ word count: 2,152 words
♡ author’s note: i went to day6 concert 2 weeks ago and now im officially a myday HAHA i love them sm. i wanted to write for them (specifically wonpil) but i got this idea first so here's the first of a twoshot (maybe more?) for youngk :") also pls forgive me i havent wrote in eons so im v dusty but day6 songs give me great inspo!! also ty pinterest for the great pics <3
♡ listen to: still there by day6
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“Thank you for joining us today, Young K. Wow – bassist, vocalist, lyricist, composer extraordinaire, Kang Younghyun from the globally-renowned band Day6, is here in the studio with us today. Young K, welcome.”
“Thank you, and thank you for having me. It’s great to be back here to promote our new album.”
“Let’s get straight into it, shall we? Here’s an exclusive listen to the highlight medley of Day6’s new album, Band-Aid.”
The cameras go off, as Young K and the interviewer exchange pleasantries amongst the voices of Day6 in the background. As the highlight medley finally drew to a close, applause filled the studio.
“Wow, wow, wow!" The interviewer, a long-time colleague of Young K from his days as a radio DJ, clapped his back in awe. “Just – the musicality, the lyricism, everything came together so nicely. Young K, you’ve outdone yourself, yet again.”
“I couldn’t have done it without the members, of course. We all had a hand in creating this album.”
“Young K, always so kind; so humble. Tell us,” He leaned in, as though he was about to expose a big secret. The cameras zoomed into the two of them sitting side by side on the sofa, a replica of a cozy living room. “What’s your secret? How do you manage to write banger after banger?”
Young K laughed politely, shaking his head. “There is no secret.”
The interviewer gasped, faking annoyance. “Stop it, tell us! We must know, MyDays want to know – where do you find inspiration to write such heart-wrenching and soul-touching rock ballads? You’ve been told in the past that you write as though you’ve been through multiple divorces – is that true?”
“Hyung!” YoungK laughed at that comment, recounting that particular interview. “You know me well enough to know that I have not, in fact, been married or gotten divorced.”
“Then how? We are all at the edge of our seats, dying to know. Those words, those lyrics – they must come from somewhere.”
“Well, if you must know…” Young K mulled over his words as comfortable silence fell between them. The soft instrumentals from their title song played in the background as he thought carefully about his response. “I consume a lot of media. Books, movies, videos, poetry… Everything inspires me. I take time to immerse myself in art so I can draw inspiration from it and create my own art. Of course, the members and I bounce off each other’s ideas and energies as well. Even something as simple as a walk in the park or a trip to a café can bring about unexpected scenes that can be inspiration for a tune or melody, which can eventually become a song on one of our albums.”
“Wow…” The interviewer clapped his hands in amazement once more. “Of course, as expected, you’re a true artist. Although… is there really no one special in your life that inspires you to write these songs? A girlfriend, or a crush, perhaps?”
“Hey…” Young K tutted, playfully shoving his colleague. “Like I said, you know me, there’s nothing like that.”
//
Your scissors rested heavily against your palm as your fingers carded through her hair, re-evaluating the length with great consideration.
“Eonnie!” Your current client, Seulgi, gasped. “Isn’t this…”
Her words trailed off as she raised her phone towards you.
The moment you laid eyes on the video, you hushed her.
“Ah, so it is him…”
“Seulgi, please, you need to stay still, otherwise the cut will be uneven.” You muttered, your mood turning sour at the slightest mention of him.
“With you as my stylist? I don’t believe it. You’d never let me walk out of here without my hair looking absolutely immaculate.” She retorted. “How long has it been, a year?”
You gently fixed her posture before picking up a chunk of hair on her left side, diligently snipping away to give her face-framing layers. You mulled over her question, purposely making her wait. Sometimes you regret confiding in her. The lesser people knew about whatever happened between you and Young K, the better. “Hmm, a year and a bit.” You responded nonchalantly.
“Do you still think of him?” She asked, full of curiosity. She was half-paying attention to Young K’s live-streamed interview, half-listening to your replies.
You considered this for a moment. It was a hard question to answer. In some ways, you had moved on. Your waking thoughts were no longer consumed by him. You took down the shared photos stuck on your fridge. Your head no longer turned at every indication of a customer walking through your salon’s doors, hoping that it would be him. You could finally listen to Day6 songs without having to skip over his parts.
And yet…
You still kept his unopened messages in KakaoTalk, unwilling to delete them. His hoodie from the previous world tour occupied a permanent space in the very edge of your closet. The bungeoppang vendor in front of your salon never stopped asking about ‘the tall, handsome young man’ whenever you bought a bag of red bean stuffed-pastries on cold winter days. You had to walk a different route every morning towards your bus stop to avoid the convenience store you frequented together on one too many late date nights filled with soju and ramen. Even now, as the harsh winter transitioned into spring, you couldn’t bear to throw away the plane tickets you kept from your trip to Jeju two autumns ago.
“Y/N eonnie?”
“Hmm?”
“I think he’s talking about you.”
You scoffed, combing through Seulgi’s soft locks.
She persisted. “I’m serious – didn’t you two go on that trip to Jeju? He’s talking about it now.”
//
“I love travelling, but personally for me, the purpose of the trip really matters. Say, for example, a trip I take with the members for a performance is vastly different to a holiday.”
“Of course, that makes sense. You can relax properly on a holiday because it’s not work.”
“Yes, and that’s not to say that I don’t enjoy touring and seeing MyDays from all across the world. But the intention is different. There’s a lot of things on my mind when I’m on tour – do I have all my music equipment? How am I gonna play this particular song, or what adlibs should I do for this performance? Questions like that constantly pop up in my head, and it’s hard to quiet them down.”
“Yes, you want to perform and do your best.”
“Exactly, but the trips that I take for leisure, that is my true healing time.”
“You mentioned going to Jeju?”
Young K nodded, pausing for a drink of water. “Yes.”
“Tell me about that trip. What did you do? Did you still think about music?”
“Well, it was very healing. In fact, it was one of the only trips I’ve taken in the past few years where I could truly let loose and be myself. I think that’s why I could come back and write all these songs.” Young K admitted.
“Ah! So you wrote songs for this album on that trip two years ago?” The interviewer asked, intrigued.
Your breath hitched, fingers pausing its work on Seulgi’s hair.
“Not all of them, no. Since the start of Day6 I’ve realised how important it is to be constantly writing, constantly thinking of new songs, to ensure that we have melodies ready, on the go, that we can pull out at any time. So subconsciously, I’m always thinking about music.”
“Wow, as expected of a talented musician like yourself.”
Young K laughed it off humbly. “No, but seriously, it is so helpful to have a few melodies in the arsenal. Inspiration can strike at any time, and an unfinished melody could turn into a song at the drop of a hat.”
“Right, it’s almost like it was waiting for the right timing to come into fruition.”
“Yes, and that happened to me several times in Jeju.”
“Which songs did you finish on that trip, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Bits of the title song were written in a little hut next to the sea.”
Your breath hitched at the mention of the hut you stayed in with YoungK. The linen bed sheets, your tangled bodies, the smell of fresh saltwater and lingering scent of Hallabong oranges – the memories crashed over you in relentless waves. You set your scissors down as you and Seulgi watched YoungK’s interview with unwavering concentration, hanging off every single word.
“So we have Jeju to thank for this wonderful title song! Anything else?”
A sad smile flashed across Young K’s face. You blinked, and in the next second, it was gone. Young K, ever the camera-trained idol, buried his true feelings and memories under layers of professionalism.
“Songwriting has several stages to it.” Young K explained matter-of-factly, eyes wandering into a distance. “Melt Down was already near the stages of completion, and only needed a tiny push to get it over the line. Other songs like Help Me Rock&Roll had started a long while ago, so I brushed off the dust and progressed it further.” He paused for another sip of water. “She Smiled and Still There… I didn’t finish them until much later, but you could say they were conceived during that trip.”
The interviewer let out several gasps, praise after praise falling off his lips at Young K’s talent and creativity. As the conversation meandered towards more mundane questions such as Day6’s touring schedules and their plans for the upcoming year, you found it harder and harder to listen to his voice.
“Eonnie…” Seulgi’s voice was soft.
She set her phone down and handed you a tissue. Unknowingly, your cheeks were stained with fresh tears. “Ah, thank you, Seulgi…” You always had your suspicions that those songs were related to your time together, but hearing him admit it out loud triggered an emotional response deep within you.
“What happened?”
“Honestly… I don’t really know.” You sighed deeply. “Things just kept getting in the way. He’d be busy, and so was I, and we kept fighting over the same things, over and over again. Until one day, I just… I don’t know. I stopped answering his messages. And I guess he stopped trying to reach me.”
“Oh, Y/N…”
“I messed up, didn’t I? I’m so messed up…” You dabbed the corners of your eyes before they were filled with another round of tears. “I let him go…”
“No, it’s not all your fault. Relationships go both ways. If anything, he’s equally as responsible.” Seulgi reminded you, pulling you into a comforting hug. “Also, it’s never too late to fix your mistakes.”
You hiccupped, lips forming into a pout. “Isn’t it?”
“Of course not, look.” She nudged you to watch the television which was coincidentally playing the highlights from Young K’s interview that just ended.
The timing was immaculate.
“Tell us, Young K, do you have any advice for those who resonate with your songs, especially the heartbreaking ballads? What do you hope MyDays will take away from your songs?” The interviewer asked his final questions.
“Comfort, of course. We hope that Day6 songs can provide comfort to anyone out there who is hurting.” Young K turned to look at the camera with a sincere, piercing gaze. “No matter what happened in the past, just know that you and that person both tried your best. Sometimes things don’t work out for various reasons – perhaps it’s incompatibility, or maybe it’s timing. Call me a romanticist, but I believe that love conquers all. We have a song called The Power of Love, don’t we? Time heals all wounds, and maybe with a bit of luck, everything will turn out okay. Until then, Day6 and our songs will be right here with you.”
Seulgi shook her head at her fellow idol in mock disbelief. “I can see why you fell for him, he has such a silver tongue. Even I was convinced – and I work in this industry!”
“Me and all the other MyDays, I’m really not that special when it comes to vying for his attention.”
“Are you joking?” Seulgi laughed at your denial. She cocked her head towards your phone, buzzing in front of the mirror. “You owe me 5 bottles of soju if he just texted you.”
You rolled your eyes, fingers shaking in trepidation as you picked up your phone.
//
[12:09pm] yk: hey, i know it’s been awhile. sorry it took me so long, but what are the chances that you’re free tonight?
[12:09pm] y/n is typing…
[12:10pm] yk: dinner’s on me.
[12:10pm] y/n is typing…
[12:11pm] yk: and drinks
[12:11pm] y/n: ok
//
“I should’ve bet more soju!”
“Aren’t you supposed to stay off alcohol before your comeback?”
“Who cares? There are other more important things in life, like seeing my best friend and genius hairstylist happy.”
#RACH RETURN !!!!!!!!!#and with a fic about my husband 😳😳#welcome back please continue writing day6 as well this was so fun#I know you've been busy but I've missed u <3#ely's recs
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ELY LOOK WHAT I GOT!!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING FROM HERE
WAAAAAAAAAAAAH LOOK AT HIM!!!!! biggest deserve wow he's so beautiful 😭 the red hair really just suits him, wow
Did you get the album and pull these inclusions, or did you buy them separately? 👀
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thank you so much for tagging me in this @joocomics (*^3^)/~♡
rules: you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll, and the last song you listened to is the title… who/what is it?


oh 😳 cute rom-com with jiung perhaps?
I'm tagging @enbyjjunie @sxfterhearts @strawberry-seob @sunflowerseob <3
#romance movie centered around movies and tv wow please actually#what would the plot be? I don't know#but I /will/ be making out with him at a movie theatre at some point#also I know some of you that I tagged are kinda inactive on this platform but#thinking about you mwah#if you wanna do this you now have an excuse to come back perhaps maybe teehee#ely's yapping
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🌹🍊🥭 for the ask game! <3
🌹an era you wish you were there for?
omg p1harmony scared era, 100% 😭 I started listening to them when do it like this dropped, so I ONLY JUST missed it, and it's very upsetting to me personally. my favourite title track of theirs, and probably my favourite album (all in is up there). I wish I had been around to defend the jiung acorn hair, and to geobnani in real time
🍊a song you always return to?
I was thinking about this an embarrassing amount because I overthink questions like this so much help cfjvnjbn I've ended up at AuRoRa by onewe, amazing song, everyone should listen to it! it came out in 2021 and still every time it comes on shuffle I go :D and it's illegal to skip
🥭favorite comeback of 2025 so far?
it has to be stunner, like it has to be ten. there's already been so many good releases AND G-DRAGON CAME BACK! ten better appreaciate this praise because I'm placing him above a comeback I've waited almost 8 years for wow. stunner is just that good, the album is great, ten is amazing. the new the boyz album too tho? wowowowow and onewe!!! and xdinary heroes ofc, also an amazing album. god I just! love music so much! when mark's album drops I'm gonna become insane btw
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There’s a tumblr post floating around somewhere that says “We think that if we get better at writing, it will someday stop sounding like we wrote it” or something along those lines.
Does anyone happen to have a link handy? I want to reference it in an advice post.
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1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ p1h drabble⌝



𓂃⠀𓈒 bf!jiung x fem!reader
genre: smut ( 18+ ) wc: 1k
request: "if you want to cum you'll have to beg" + "let me hear you baby" + overstimulation?
contains: established relationship, soft!dom!reader, oral sex (m!rec), handjob (m!rec), overstimulation (m!rec), orgasm control, dirty talk, pet names, voice kink, begging
[ event masterlist | p1harmony masterlist ]
You know the signs - the signs, telling you that it’s been a long day for Jiung. The warm glow of the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the room, the way his arm drapes over his face as if to block out the world. The way he doesn’t call out your name to greet you the moment you step into the room.
“Rough day?” You murmur, settling beside him.
He opens his eyes slowly, giving you a small, lazy smile. His voice is too tired for words though, and he only humms in response.
“Whenever you’re ready to talk about it.” You lean in to press a feather-light kiss on his cheek.
Soon, the weight of his day begins to fade in the warmth of your presence. In the path of your fingers as they find their way to his chest, tracing soothing patterns on his bare skin as he’s resting shirtless.
Jiung shifts slightly, turning his head toward you. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion, search yours in the dim light, flickering with affection despite the tension in his body.
One of his hands moves to cup your face - meanwhile, yours lowers to the hem of his sweats. He tilts your head just right, leveling his slightly parted lips with your mouth, close enough to make you feel them before he kisses you.
“Aw, baby, you’re hard...” Your palm squeezes the sides of his evident boner, just before it twitches beneath your touch.
It could barely be called a touch what you did, but it was enough of a thrill for Jiung who presses his lips into yours, erasing the smirk lingering on them. His kiss lands measured, but with clear desperation, like he's been waiting all day for this exact moment. The thrill brings immediate heat in your body, and soon enough you move between his legs.
Before Jiung can process anything, his gray sweats are tugged down, and his cock - twitching from the cool air and leaking with arousal.
A soft gasp escapes you at the watering sight.
“I love when you don’t wear any underwear under these,” you confess quietly. “Makes things so much easier and quicker.”
Your tongue salivates as you guide it to the underside of his length - a teasing, yet tender, motion from base to tip. You repeat the act few times, wanting to lick every bit of skin.
“Baby...” Jiung emits a deep sigh, pressing his head back into the pillow; his voice dips even lower, weak with the need for the kind of relief only you can give him.
At once, your fingers curl around the base, keeping him still as your lips suck at the head, flushed and shiny, before giving it a soft kiss.
“I’m going to take care of you.” The nails of your spare hand crawl up his stomach, grazing his decorated with ink skin. “Just rest, okay?”
Jiung humms softly in response. Quiet, comforting murmuring escapes him as his eyes close shut. Thank you.
“Of course, baby.” You look away from his blissful expression, fixating on his glistening length while making the first strokes with precision. Then, as you lean in to release some of your saliva upon his tip, you glance back up. “I love you.”
Your eyes light up as your boyfriend's lips separate for a shaky moan - a ravishing sounding reaction to the way you twirl your hand. You speed up, wanting to hear more; wanting to grow his arousal even further.
“I love you too,” he manages to say; the words come out breathy, a little bit rushed duo to the chain of groans urging to leave his throat, but more than anything else - sincere. “So much...” he adds before biting on his bottom lip - the same moment your glossy lips close around him, gliding all the way down.
But his hips are quick to jerk up in response to the strong waves of pleasure that wash over him once your throat welcomes him - again and again; they plead unconsciously for more of the exciting warmth he found himself in so he can reach the desired bliss quicker.
You don't keep him inside for long. Instead, you empty your mouth with a pop, leaving him stirring against the sheets.
“Baby, if you want to cum you'll have to beg.” The corner of your mouth twitches playfully. “And just let me do my thing.”
Lightheaded, with rapidly heaving chest, Jiung lifts up slightly to see the motions of your fist; they successfully fill the quiet bedroom with lewd noise and his mind with a thick fog that only causes his disjointed sounds to elevate.
He seems closer than you thought.
“Baby, please...” His head falls defeated to one side, his eyes squeeze shut. “I'm not gonna last— please, let me... just let me.”
He's never been one to oppose you anything. Besides, you can hear it in the shift of his melodious voice that goes from smooth and steady to delicately whiny - how much he enjoys it when you take control over his pleasure.
You fulfill his wish by magnifying the speed of your hand along his shaft, encouraging the rush inside his core; forcing it to burst.
“Shit—“ Jiung's jaw drops for a moment before his features scrunch up. “Fuck, baby, be good to me, please... fuck!” He can feel your tongue suddenly lingering on his sensitive tip, your fist strengthening the rhythm. “Can I?” His ask for permission slips as a slowly fading whimper. “Pleasepleaseplease—“
“You can,” you murmur, in awe with the compelling way his voice cracks the second the white ropes land onto his tensing stomach. “Yeah, let it out, baby.”
As he releases the pressure, Jiung's fists tighten around the sheets; his voice, though worn out, expresses genuine gratitude, making all your senses tingle.
You give him a moment to calm down - a brief moment of shared mutual silence. As he relaxes while the aftermath settles, you trace your nails over his skin; the gentle scratch always brings him a special kind of calm.
He still hasn't fully regained control over his breathing when you resume the dancing of your dominant hand; he's still muffling small, broken moans with his tense lips.
“Too much,” he babbles at once; his hand unknowingly roams around in attempt to grasp at you - at something.
“You're doing soo good,” you assure him, focusing on pumping the gushing head of his cock that refuses to soften. Your fist is a sticky, slippery mess, while Jiung - unrestful and shuddering beneath you.
“R-Really?”
“Yeah, baby…” You coo with a genuine smile, despite him being unable to open his eyes and see it. “You’re such a good, sweet boy, Jiung.”
You lean just a fraction, listening closely to the squelching noises that his whines overpower the higher they go; the closer the new wave of orgasm approaches him.
“Yeah, let me hear you, baby.” Your quick thumb rubs the overly sensitive spot of his swollen tip as you apply more pressure on the sides, and you’re certain… you’ve never heard your boyfriend this loud before.
! please do not repost, copy or translate my works
! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed
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kpop ask game feel free to answer in the reblogs if you want, but ideally send asks and spread love too hehe :)
🍎 current favorite song?
🍒best song to sing like you've been through several divorces?
🌹 an era you wish you were there for?
🍉 most interesting idols in law (friends are into them, you aren't, but they seem awesome)?
🍓 when you got into kpop?
🍊 a song you always return to?
🍑 an idol you need to gossip with?
🥭 favorite comeback of 2025 so far?
🍋 the idol whose birthday is closest to yours (that you know of)?
🌻 most valued kpop possession (i.e. albums, freebies, having attended a concert, plushies, etc.)?
🍐 favorite dancer (by technique, style, performance)?
🍏 favorite vocalist (by tone, technique, etc.)?
🍋🟩 favorite rapper?
🥝 first group or soloist you got into?
🌿 recent group or soloist you got into?
🪴 one song you recommend everyone to listen to?
🫐 one song from your fave(s) you always skip?
🪻 a crossover you want to see (idols, groups, variety shows)?
🍇 most feel good song?
🌺 favorite song from a group/soloist you don't stan?
🌷 favorite generation?
🌸 any merch you desperately want?
#get to know me while I do thesis work like a loserrr instead of providing fan fiction deep sigh#ask game
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okay but there is something disquieting about this urge to cast fan writers as altruists. they give us all this for free!! well, no.
they’re sharing
it’s a key difference in perception. fic isn’t given. it’s shared. it’s part of a fandom community— in which readers are also an integral part.
it’s probably inevitable mission creep from the increasingly transactional nature of the internet and fandom-as-consumerism, which was always gonna happen after corps worked out how much bank there is to make from those weirdo fan people
but like. fandom is sharing. i think we’ve lost that somewhere.
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MARK : just some quite time
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did some art for renjun's birthday!!!! happy birthday to the loveliest boy in every universe 💛🌠

#look I did art#me: i don't have time to write guys I'm so sorry :( also me:#in my defence I haven't had the motivation and time to draw since last year#so when the stars suddenly aligned I took the chance lol#ALSO! RENJUN!#he deserves all the art and love one could ever give him#would give him every star in the sky if I could
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stopppppp I'm all flustered, look who's talking!!
you can just tell that you love writing taeyang, and that you had fun with the request, which makes me so happy!!!! on top of that, I've said it before, but I do just love the way you write jiung always 🤭🥵 something about your versions of him is just hot, so if you ever do decide to expand on this I am SEATED !
thank you for being wonderful, as a person and as a writer I just always enjoy seeing you on my dash 🫶🏻 hope you're doing well too 😙
CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K FOLLOWERS OMG!!!!! you more than deserve it, I'm so happy for you 🤍🤍🤍 request for your event, I feel like threesome prompt 13 would be fun with jiung and theo 🤭🤭 and for a kink, either overstimulation or sensory deprivation, whichever makes you feel most inspired ♡ - starryjiung
thank you soo much for your constant support ely 🥹🥹 it’s always appreciated especially coming from such a talented writer like you! 🤎
your request really stirred up my creative juices hence why i accidentally exceeded the word count 😮💨 not gonna lie, in the future i may go back to expand on it cause i had way too much fun, i could’ve definitely kept going 😭
here’s the link ! i really hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it! again, thank you for requesting and supporting my blog ely 🫶🏼 i hope you’re doing well and having a great week!!
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