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Guys i'm writing a jaywon btw i'm really excited 😋 It'll go on ao3

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I love listening to kpop and baby gang

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01 LUCKY 𖦹 park jongseong

You were lucky enough to win a backstage experience with Enhypen; everything shifts when you notice Jay looking at you with a little too much feeling.

★ PAIRING : top!Jay x bot!malereader

★ TAGS : mdni! smut, p with a little (very little) of plot, mutual hj, praise kink, doing stuff in public......

★ NOTES : this was requested! eng isn't my first language ㅠㅠ I'm sorry in case there are any errors regarding grammar or anything else. Btw posting this while Jay is spamming on weverse omfg.

★ WORD COUNT : 2.2k

You seriously can’t believe it. Out of all the people, you were picked. You waited years to go to an Enhypen concert and when you thought it couldn't get any better than that, the unexpected simply happened.

You are at the ticket check when you finally realize what that night reserved for you.

The bodyguard looks carefully at your ticket before handing you a paper. It reads: winner N°18 of the VIP backstage experience.

You freeze on the spot. You didn't even know that they were doing something like this for the tour.

You start walking towards the stadium entrance, thinking that it could simply be a scam. They never mentioned it before, plus wouldn't they put it in the original ticket right away?

It was a bodyguard that gave it to me though, how can this be a scam? Is what you keep thinking to yourself.

You get right under the stage, very close to the barricade, and all the adrenaline that had been stacking up in the past months is finally getting to you. The feeling of being able to meet your favorite artists is irreplaceable, plus you were so lucky to win this backstage experience.

You can’t wrap your head around how something like this could ever be possible.

Was it perhaps because of the full moon you were staring at the night before? Was it so generous to bring you such a miracle?

Nevertheless, not understanding how doesn't change the fact that you won. You won what every person inside the stadium wishes to have. And it found you rather than anyone else.

When the concert starts it is exactly as you imagined it. All that energy and talent is now standing in front of you, giving out the best performance you ever attended.

When the concert ends your ears are ringing, your throat numb from all the screaming. Little you know that even more screaming is on its way to you, but it will be caused by a very different reason.

Everyone who was present at the concert begins to leave the stadium, chattering and sharing the feelings of what they all just witnessed.

Everyone except for you and other nineteen people. You and the others keep looking around, searching for a sign of the promised VIP experience.

Even though at that point you’re completely sure that it must be legit, there’s still a tiny piece of your guts that is screaming that it was all false. That it’s just an unfunny joke made to laugh right in your face while you’re in the middle of losing hope.

In that very moment a light in the middle of the seats illuminates the darkness that was surrounding the stadium. It's a man wearing all black with a lanyard around his neck; he looks exactly like someone from the security.

«Follow me.» he demands. He can't even imagine how much excitement those words have just generated inside everyone who was there to hear.

Soon after, everyone starts following him as ordered. The only thing that can be heard is the sound of footsteps; no one dares to talk, afraid that if they did then the magic would stop, and everyone would wake up from something that revealed itself as just a dream.

At last you get backstage. There is chattering coming from some people that were already there. And then you see them, Enhypen. They truly are there, and everything is completely real, just as you have been imagining it.

There is only one thing, something that never crossed your mind that is waiting for the right moment to finally come to you.

You smile and greet them all. They were all kind and gentle with each fan, you were even able to take selfies.

But when you get to Jay… that’s when something shifts. You clearly see him looking at you, you could think that you just imagined it but it was too obvious.

You look back at him and smile, he smiles too but you feel like there was more to it, a different kind of feeling from yours. It was more like a smirk.

Your heart races as it finally gets to be your turn to take a picture with him.

«Hey handsome.» he casually says.

It catches you so off guard that for a moment you just stand there with your lips parted.

«Cat got your tongue?» he asks you before chuckling.

«I mean… you’re the handsome one here.» you reply to him, gaining a little bit of confidence.

He grins and thanks you. He then grabs the phone you were handing him, taking a picture of the two of you.

While you are posing, you feel his arm wrapping around your waist and his hand making its way inside your pocket.

«Here you go.» he says, looking at you up and down, his gaze piercing. You feel naked under his sight.

«Wha-» you start saying before he gets to the next fan, still looking at you with a smirk.

The fanservice is seriously getting to my head, you think.

Once the experience finished, you all had to leave the stadium. As you walk towards the exit, you search inside your pocket. Surprisingly, you find a folded piece of paper.

Unbelievable.

Written on it is a phone number, plus a hotel location.

You rush back to the backstage, hoping to find Jay still there. You sigh in relief when you see him standing there.

He grins as he sees you coming.

«What is this? Did you give it to me by accident?» you ask him, not believing that such a thing could be happening to you.

He chuckles before speaking. «Oh no, you’re exactly who I wanted to give that to.»

You scoff while maintaining your gaze on him. «You can’t be real.»

«I have never been more real.» he responds, sure and steady.

He slowly gets closer to you, your throat gets dry and your hands sweaty. This can’t be happening.

He places his hands on your hips. «Don’t you wanna have a little fun with me?» he whispers in your ear.

«I-I, of course.» you stutter, your eyes widen.

«Good boy.» he says before placing a kiss on your neck. It sends a shiver down your spine, ending up directly in your ass.

«Oh my God.» you whisper to yourself, so low that you thought Jay couldn't hear you, a smile printed on your face.

«What?» he says, giving you one more kiss in the same exact spot.

«Nothing.» you whisper again.

Jay grins, still on your neck. He then grabs your face with one hand, scrutinizing each detail of you.

He moves his gaze back and forth from your eyes to your lips, and after a few seconds, he finally kisses you. A kiss so deep and passionate that it almost gets you hard right away.

You moan on his lips, his hands digging in the sides of your body. He bites your lower lip, savoring you.

«Will you come with me to the hotel? Huh?» Jay asked, pleading.

You nod before saying: «of course I will.»

Jay smirks and kisses you deep again, his tongue burning inside your mouth. When he pulls away he grabs your hand and starts moving towards a door.

«Will you follow me for a moment?» he asks, his eyes begging and full of desire.

As a response you simply follow him.

You get behind the backstage, where the staff was still working. Meanwhile, the other Enhypen members had already arrived at the hotel.

You two enter a dressing room, although people are still going in and out of it in order to clean and reorganize everything.

Jay stands still for a moment, thinking.

He stares at a closet inside the room, then he begins looking around. «We can go in here, just… don’t make any noise.» he says as he maintains eye contact.

«Wait, are you sure?» you ask him, giggling at his acting.

«Of course.» he makes sure no one is watching before giving you a quick kiss.

«Alright, then.» you finally agree.

You get inside the closet. Jay goes in right after you, closing the door behind him. He looks at you up and down, needy, before tasting your lips again.

His hands slide down to your hips, holding you steady. His tongue gently slips inside your mouth, and you allow him completely.

«Couldn't we just wait until we got to the hotel?» you ask him, panting as your body gets warmer.

«It wouldn't be so funny like that, right? Plus I wanted to get a preview of you.» he chuckles.

You sigh while your hands move to the back of his neck, grabbing on his hair. He’s so near to you already but you just wish he could be even closer, that you could melt your skin onto his.

You never even dared to imagine that something like this could become a reality. But still, Jay’s hands are now slipping inside your pants, your bulge pulsing through your underwear’s fabric.

He leans his body against yours even more, his own hardness pushing against your leg.

The small space you two are in is getting hotter by each second, suffocating the both of you. Nevertheless, there’s no other option than to just keep going.

Jay is now kissing down on your neck while grabbing your length. He begins moving his hand up and down in a smooth motion.

«You're so hard for me.» he notices, you can feel his smirk pressed against your thin skin.

His movements as well as his mouth eventually make you moan, you press your teeth on your lower lip, hoping it’d stop the noises, but the pleasure is just too much to deal with.

«I was trusting you with not making any noise.» he whispers as he’s now looking at you, his hand still going, enjoying the scene you’re making.

Your eyebrows are pressing together, your upper lip’s twitching while your Adam's apple keeps going up and down, trying to stop your vocal cords from making any more sounds.

«Be a good boy for me, can you do that?» he asks as he raises his eyebrows, his gaze so heavy on you that it’s piercing through your skin.

You just nod in approval, if you dared to talk it would’ve been a complete mess.

His thumb is moving in a circle motion on your leaking tip. Your hands are now slipping under his shirt, you then grab on his waist and bring him closer.

«What are you doing?» he whispers before kissing you one more time.

A louder whimper escapes your lips when Jay speeds up.

«I-I’m sorry.» you manage to say with the little breath you had left.

«I’ll let it slide one more time.» he says, «just because you’re too pretty… and you sound too good.» he adds.

He licks your ear lobe before coming down to your neck again. He’s kissing and sucking on the skin as if he was being starved.

His breath hitting on the wet spots he left sends shivers all over your body. Your trembling hands finally manage to unzip his pants. A sigh of pleasure escapes Jay’s lips.

«Yeah.» he simply says but that’s enough to send you closer to the end.

«That’s so hot.» he continues saying when you lower his underwear and hold his member in your hand.

It feels so perfect while you hold it, almost like it was shaped just for you. The feeling of your fingers wrapped around him makes you lose your mind completely. The last crumb of sanity you had left just vanished.

Your legs keep shaking while you’re trying to keep it together as you move your hand around his dick.

He doesn't moan, yet you notice his breath is unsteady and heavier than before.

«That’s so good baby, keep going.» he tells you while still moving around you.

You start going faster, then Jay throws his head behind, exposing his neck that you impulsively decide to bite. Then you kiss and suck again and again, his soft skin getting bruised.

Jay grabs your face by the cheeks with his free hand, kissing you profoundly.

The warmness of his tongue matches perfectly the one rising between your legs.

You lick your hand and go back to his cock right after.

«Wow.» he comments, out of breath. «You really are good at this.» he adds.

You start going faster and faster around him when you feel you’re about to reach the end.

«Jay, I… I’m about to-» you make sure to tell him.

Jay’s panting uncontrollably, but he still replies: «wait for me baby, just- wait a second.»

He kisses you again while he speeds up, flapping sounds can be clearly heard from outside the closet.

You pick up your pace too, it doesn't take long for his leak to be replaced by the thickness of his sperm.

You join him right after, the juice of your pleasure hitting him on the stomach.

«You did so good, baby.» he tells you before kissing your lips one more time.

«I can’t wait to get to the hotel.» he says lastly.

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breaks my heart every time a writer or an artist feels like they have to purposely “dumb down” their own creation, so that it’s not falsely accused, assumed or suspected of being AI generated.

why do we as humans have to dumb ourselves down for the sake of robots? why do we as humans assume robots are able to create “superior art” when they’re 1.) soulless 2.) trained on human-made creations and programmed to mimic human-made creations?

do we not see how dystopian this shit is?

*this also applies to all of you who had to “dumb down” your homework/reports/essays/exams to avoid your works being flagged as AI or ChatGPT. I’m so sorry. this sucks.

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Currently working on one of the freaky smuts that were requested😛

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the point of fanfiction is that you can write whatever the fuck you want forever and no one can stop you. #thepower

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01 — Jealousy ☆ Nishimura Riki

Ni-ki gets jealous after you tell him that you've kissed a guy while you were drunk.

★ Pairing : Ni-ki x male!reader

★ Tags : fluff, kinda nsfw/smut towards the end but nothing TOO much, it's just a bit freaky, you and Ni-ki are good friends, implied male!reader.

★ Notes : eng isn't my first language ㅠㅠ I'm sorry in case there are any errors regarding grammar or anything else.

★ Word Count : 1.300

The air’s humid, so much that it’s completely sticking to your skin, not even the soft breeze coming from the fan is helping to make you feel any better. Your friend Ni-ki is lying next to you on the bed, wondering why you wanted to meet him so suddenly.

«So what did you want to tell me?» Ni-ki asks, excited, rolling his body against yours.

«So… you know that guy… the one you’ve seen me talking to outside of school?» you start saying as the eye contact between the two of you gets harder and harder to maintain.

«What about him?» Ni-ki asks.

You hesitate for a moment. You stare at your fingernails as you bite your inner cheek, nervous of how Ni-ki might react.

«Well… uh… we kissed.» you finally say.

Ni-ki’s gaze suddenly drops to his feet, his fingers curling around the bed sheets.

He lets out a deep sigh before he starts speaking again.

«And why did you do that?» he asks as he unconsciously moves back from you.

«I don’t know… I actually don’t like him that way, I guess it was just the circumstances.» you say as you start to feel the need to make up some excuses for what you did, even though you know it’s nothing bad.

What’s wrong with kissing someone?

«Was it the night you went out drinking?»

You see his Adam's apple moving up and down after he’s done speaking, he’s not looking at you at all and his ears have never been so red.

«Yeah… what about that?» you continue.

It’s almost like he’s relieved, but it’s still too little to make him calm down entirely.

«Well I… At least you didn't completely mean it, since you drank... alcohol stuff, so… you know.» he turns around looking at the wall as he says this.

«I mean, yeah? I guess?» you pause for a moment, «why does it matter?»

He’s now completely facing the wall, his shoulders are facing you and he shows no signs of willing to change his position.

«Riki?» you try to switch his attention back at you, in vain.

He avoids your previous question and says: «now you're stuck with his dna inside you for like six months, you know that?» he states as he keeps on observing the plain wall.

«Okay? It’s not like I care that much. Why is this whole thing such a huge problem for you?» you ask as you pull his arm, hoping he would turn around and look at you in the eyes.

He finally switches his position, he’s now resting his back on the bed’s headboard.

He’s pulling his shirt up and down with two hands, generating a bit of breeze that is gently caressing his skin. «It’s so hot.» he states, still avoiding your question.

He's testing your patience so much, still you can’t help take a peek at his abs in the fragment of time that his shirt lifts up.

He notices and leaves his shirt lifted up, it’s now covering his pecs only.

«Cover up, dumbass.» you tell him, still staring.

«But you seem to be enjoying the view.» he smirks.

He’s now relaxing, not thinking much about the whole kissing-another-guy situation.

You throw a pillow at him and he lets out a giggle.

«Come on bro, stop.» he says, teasingly.

You lift both your eyebrows and tilt your head.

«You never called me bro.» you say. It’s normal between two male friends to call each other like that, nevertheless it feels bitter. You feel like telling him about the kiss was the beginning of a new kind of situation between you two.

«I don’t like that.» you say, lowering your voice. It’s almost like you’re telling that to yourself, rather than Ni-ki.

«I might as well start calling you that since you've been kissing other dudes.» he says while looking you straight in the eyes, suddenly gaining the courage to do that.

«I already told you that I don’t like him that way! If you were to ask me if I’d kiss him again without a drop of alcohol in my body I would say no!» by the end of the sentence you completely run out of breath.

«Alright.» Ni-ki finally says.

No one is talking anymore, you can only hear the noise of the fan and some birds chirping outside the window.

«Don’t do that anymore.» Ni-ki says, in a voice so low that you can barely hear him.

«Do you want me to be alone for the rest of my life?» you ask him after you let out a bittersweet laugh.

«I do.» he pauses for a moment. «Unless it's me you want to be with.»

He’s still not looking at you, you open your mouth, not knowing how to reply. Then Ni-ki starts talking again.

«I can’t stand the thought of you with somebody else. I hate it so much... I-» he bites his lower lip, stopping himself from saying anything else.

«Are you serious?» you finally ask.

He just nods before turning his head to you.

You grab his hand and start playing with his fingers.

«You know you could've just told me instead of making a scene…» you say as you watch the veins forming on back of his hand.

«It’s not that easy.» he says.

«You’re a jealous freak.»

Ni-ki giggles a bit after hearing your statement, he then proceeds to stick his body closer to yours, laying on his side.

You lay on your side as well, looking at him.

You start blushing and that causes him to laugh.

«Stop laughing!» you say as you let out some giggles yourself.

You look at each other for a moment before Ni-ki says: «it really is hot in here though.» he then lifts his shirt up again, the only difference is that now you’re not complaining.

You wrap a leg around his waist, pulling him closer.

He smirks and intensely looks at your lips, rubbing your chin with his thumb.

«We should erase that other guy’s DNA from you, replacing it with mine... what do you think?» you can feel his breath on your lips as he talks, sending shivers down your spine and all over your body.

You nod and Ni-ki finally starts kissing you, so intensely it feels like he was waiting for this moment since the day he was born. You two stop for a moment to catch your breath but you get right back to it. The kiss gets more and more intense.

His tongue feels so warm inside your mouth that you don’t notice how hot the room’s temperature has gotten.

Your hands start wandering under Ni-ki’s shirt and you can feel him smiling on your lips.

He then moves his hands all around your body and ends up with his palms pressed against your butt, squeezing both your cheeks.

As he does so, he presses your body more and more against his.

He desperately needs to feel you.

You let out a soft moan and that makes him go completely insane. He pulls away for a moment in order to take off his shirt but he goes right back at it. He kisses your neck and leaves some bruises as well, he’s still grabbing your butt but this time his hands are under your pants and your underwear as well, feeling every inch of your skin.

You push yourself against his hips and he seems to very much like that.

«Fuck, y/n…»

As you two keep kissing someone rings the doorbell.

You suddenly pull away, looking at him.

«I forgot my mom was coming to visit me today!» you say, panicking.

Ni-ki laughs and slowly turns around the bed, complaining like a kid.

You give him a small kiss before throwing his shirt at him.

«Get dressed.» you say, then you both start laughing.

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Lowkey hearing ao3 calling my name

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01 TO FEEL 𖦹 sim jaeyun

You and Jake hooked up, things start to change when he shows up at your work place a year later.

★ PAIRING : Jake x male!reader

★ TAGS : fluff, change of feelings, kinda deep, reader has to change in order to make things happen etc, mentions of sex.

★ NOTES : eng isn't my first language ㅠㅠ I'm sorry in case there are any errors regarding grammar or anything else.

★ WORD COUNT : 2.4k

Iced caramel macchiato.

Americano.

Matcha latte.

Espresso.

Your hands are sprinting, moving faster than your own thoughts; so much time you’ve passed inside that little, comforting bar that your muscle memory is now doing the work for you.

Pour the drink, grab the straw. Ready to serve.

You look at the silver clock hanging on the wall, its weight held by a single, tiny nail. You wonder how it can still hold after all that time.

Two hours until 1.00pm, the end of your shift. You sigh and continue pouring milk inside a cup.

As you deliver one more drink to a customer, you hear a plunk; you turn your head and notice that a cup full of coffee has just slipped off of your coworker's hands.

Looking down at your apron, you notice a big brown stain taking up space onto the thin fabric.

«Y/n, I’m so sorry! I-» she starts saying.

«Oh, don’t worry! It’s not a big deal, I’ll just go grab a clean one in the staff room.» you reassure her.

She just smiles at you, apologetically; you then head to the room you previously mentioned and put on the clean apron.

You tie it around your waist and head back.

You hesitate for a moment. There’s a familiar face you wish you hadn't seen, waiting to take his order.

«Jake?» you whisper to yourself, unsure and wishing to be wrong.

You slowly get back behind the counter.

He finally sees you, you understand by the way that his eyes flicker when they meet yours, that it’s that Jake you certainly didn't want to encounter again.

«Hey, w-what can I get for you?»

A simple question that you robotically ask dozens of times throughout your day, that now seems so difficult to pronounce naturally.

«I’ll just take… a latte.»

He pauses and looks down.

«Y/n?» he says as his gaze lays on you again.

You already knew he recognized you from the beginning but you still freeze, unable to reply.

Oh, of course he recognized you. People you had sex with always remembered you.

You’re just that person boys can’t keep their eyes off of, the kind of guy everyone dreams of owning. And that’s exactly what you always deny, right before heading to the next dude.

It’s common for you to struggle to remember these people’s faces, but, somehow, Jake stuck with you.

Normally, you completely remove their existence, that's why you can’t understand the reason behind this; Jake… you just couldn't forget about him, and not knowing how that's possible was bothering you more than you cared to admit.

It’s not like you actively forced yourself to erase the boys you’ve been with from your memory, it just came naturally. That’s why remembering Jake is so odd to you.

Maybe it was his scent? Perhaps his accent?

You seriously can’t wrap your head around it. He’s that error text that comes up on your computer screen when something doesn't go the way it should.

Unlike what other people may think, what is unusual for you doesn't imply that it’s intriguing as well. Instead, it’s the total opposite: what doesn't match your normal way of thinking and feeling, you must avoid.

«That’s me.» you finally answer before turning your back and head to make his drink, cutting him off.

He just stands there, patting his fingernails on top of the glass counter, clearly bothered by your way of acting.

«Here’s your latte. Enjoy.» you tell him with the flattest tone you could possibly get.

«Don’t you wanna talk for a bit?» he asks, tilting his head.

«I’m working.» you reply, raising your eyebrows and crossing your arms.

«When is your shift ending?» he questions again, making you roll your eyes towards the roof.

«None of your business.» you finally say before getting to the next customer.

Jake just remains there, standing still as if he were frozen, his lips slightly parted.

«Fine.» he mumbles to himself before heading outside the bar.

You sigh out of relief as you notice him leaving: at last you're able to relax again.

You look at the clock one more time and it’s 12:43pm, 17 minutes more to go.

It doesn't take long for time to pass, now that Jake went away.

When 1.00pm finally came you went into the dressroom, stored the apron away and changed your clothes.

You grab your backpack and pull out a cigarette from the front pocket. «Bye guys! See you tomorrow.» you say as you leave.

You stop for a second outside of the bar’s door. You take out your lighter, flick it open, and light the cigarette.

The wind just blows out the flame over and over again. Your thumb gets red from the friction while you keep trying and trying, not even your other hand cupping around is making any difference.

One more hand suddenly appears right next to yours: the flame is finally stable. You light your cigarette and then abruptly move back.

You see Jake laying against the wall beside you.

«What are you doing here?» you ask him, clearly bothered.

«Guess.» he answers.

«I’m not playing any games with you.» you state before taking a deep puff from the cigarette.

«Is it horrendous that I wanna talk to you?»

«Kinda.» you say before chuckling as you look down.

Jake sighs and looks straight into your eyes.

«I can’t stop thinking about you.» he admits.

I know damn well is what you’d like to respond, but you just force yourself to stay silent.

«And what about that?» you ask, your lips pressed together.

You look at him with your hands in your pockets, your head tilted, and raise your eyebrows when he takes too long to reply.

«Maybe we could, you know, hang out-» he finally starts speaking, but he’s soon cut off by your next sentence.

«That’s not happening.» you state as you toss the burnt-out cigarette onto the ground.

«Alright.» he simply answers before walking away, not saying anything else.

You watch him getting farther away, his leather jacket following every movement he makes . He’s facing the opposite way but you can still notice his chin lifting up.

«He’s waiting for me to just chase him, I know that for sure.» you whisper to yourself.

He’s turning around right now, I know he’s about to you keep thinking each second that passes.

It’s not just a thought anymore, it sounds more like a hope.

You’re hoping that he turns around and comes back, that he doesn't give up on you so easily. But he never does.

You’re still staring at him when he goes around a far away corner, his figure now impossible for your eyes to capture.

Your lips curl in an unsatisfied expression.

«What the hell was that.» you say to yourself in a low tone.

You grab the car keys from your backpack and rush to your vehicle as you feel your heartbeat getting faster by each step you take.

You eventually sit down, press the clutch and start the engine.

Fuck, fuck, fuck is what you keep mumbling to yourself.

You know that you’ve fucked up.

You wish you didn't think so much about Jake lately because apparently that can make him pop up in your actual reality. You hate how meeting him again has made you feel.

You rejected him right away since your objective was to avoid some kind of deeper attachment at all costs, but the way you feel for him has made you collapse. The way you tossed him away made all your organs curl up inside your body in a single motion, and in the process, your heart melted into your stomach, leaving you completely nauseous and ferociously hungry at the same time.

You have to do what’s best for you, what’s better for your mental well-being. But sometimes, that does not align with what your will has been hiding from you all this time.

You pull over and take out your phone.

Your hand trembles as it runs through your very old chats.

Then you see it: Jake’s number glowing on the screen, just below your eyes.

“Send me your location rn”, is what you text him.

You begin hitting the steering wheel harder and harder with both your elbows.

«Oh, shit!» you say to yourself as you accidentally honk.

Your phone is on top of the passenger’s seat when you hear it vibrating, Jake’s name popping up makes your eyes flicker with a new light.

You see that he sent exactly what you asked, no superfluous words added.

You start the car and drive towards his position.

You lost so much control that you don’t even realize what you’re doing anymore. The only thing you are aware of is that you have and want to keep driving.

The extreme neediness to know what’s going on is blinding you completely. What you’re doing is something you’ll probably regret once it’s finished, when you start reminiscing about it, but in the present moment, you couldn't care a bit; you’re not able to even process it yet.

Is he the one that is going to destroy the thick glass that surrounds your soul, the one that has been comfortably suffocating you for all this time?

It can already be heard as it cracks and crumbles to the floor all around.

But you understood it a long time ago; you just forced yourself not to act on your emotions, unlike what you’re doing now.

The first sign was when you were lying on the bed next to each other, your skin burning wherever it touched his, your limbs aching, wanting to melt into him.

Your face was burning, the feeling of something deeper than sex was crawling under the layers of your muscles.

You were looking at him while lying on your back, too embarrassed to face him.

The usual disgust you felt after the orgasm, the need to get out of the room as soon as possible… that wasn't present in the reality where Jake was the one that just gave you the most pleasure.

The memory of him sitting on the edge of the bed, putting his shirt back on, leaves your heart yearning for more. For something that’s deeper than physical intimacy alone. For a year straight you’ve been craving him.

All you wanted was to forget every single thing about him, but somehow, that was the exact thing you couldn't bring yourself to do.

You look outside the window while you’re sitting at the red light.

He’s there, leaning against the wall. He sniffles, probably from a cold.

As soon as you’re able to drive again, you pull into the first parking lot you see along the way. You get out of the vehicle, your hands trembling slightly as you pull out the keys after locking the car.

You take a deep breath. More follow along, unable to stop your heart from pounding so much.

The last thing you want is for him to capture how nervous you actually are.

You cross the road. Jake sees you and immediately fixes his posture.

«Y/n.» he just says, now that you’re standing right in front of him.

The way your name sounds on his lips makes your body shiver.

«Hey.» you reply.

«Are you gonna say anything?» he asks, taking a step closer to you.

He hints at a smile, and that, somehow, is enough to make you relax, at least for a bit.

«Sorry for earlier.» you tell him, looking away.

Jake scoffs. «It’s okay. It’s not like I expected you to react any differently.» he says.

«So… is it true that you can’t stop thinking about me?» you question, embarrassed.

He giggles as he gets even closer to you.

«I wouldn't lie to you.» he answers.

Your stomach twists.

«Oh,» that’s the only thing you could let out after hearing such a sentence.

It hit more than it would've if he just said right, I can’t stop thinking about you.

I wouldn't lie to you, something your mind read as: I wouldn't lie to you because it’s you, not anyone else, and to me you matter.

That complicated your feelings even more. You can’t run away from yourself anymore.

«I think I’ve been into you for a very long time.» you finally admit, almost whispering. It’s completely useless to keep hiding now.

In a single moment, you can clearly see all his muscles releasing the tension that had been stacking up on him.

«I’m so glad.» he says.

He now looks at you straight in the eyes, something that usually made you feel so uncomfortable, but when it’s Jake it just feels natural, it feels right.

You smile faintly. Your hand, slow paced, goes to cup his cheek.

You rub your thumb over his skin, softer than you remembered.

You feel a weight crushing your chest more and more, only when he finally kisses you it sinks deep inside you, not hurting anymore.

He tastes exactly the same. What you felt a year ago hasn't changed for a bit.

His hand moves to the back of your neck, then he grabs your hair, embracing you.

You’re glad you made that move. You’re glad to have sent that message.

You never knew that a kiss could be so tender, but burning you completely at the same time.

You two take a few more moments to just give in, to surrender to passion. His touch feels delicate but needy.

The way he now grabs your waist makes you fall for him all over again.

When you finally pull away you realize how brighter your existence can get when you just accept. When you simply accept to feel.

Jake chuckles as he rests his forehead on yours.

«Will you stop rejecting me now?» he asks, still not moving.

«I think so.» you answer.

You pull away in order to look at him, trying to memorize each detail of his face.

«Wanna go on a date tonight?» he asks again.

«Why not.» you reply.

You both start laughing, a kind of laugh that holds so many feelings yet to be unraveled.

[zombienha]

I'm cooking a jake fic

[zombienha]

02 — Chosen ☆ Nishimura Riki

You're Ni-ki's tattoo artist.

★ Pairing : Ni-ki x male!reader

★ Tags : fluff, awkward Ni-ki, sends flirty texts but then kinda embarrasses himself when he first meets you, you basically fall into his flirty trap.

★ Notes : eng isn't my first language ㅠㅠ I'm sorry in case there are any errors regarding grammar or anything else; this was inspired by the recent rumors about Ni-ki's tattoo (hope it's real), I saw someone online saying that it could be the word "chosen" so I just followed this theory, I'm aware that it could be wrong and not actually what the tattoo spells but I imagined it like that! Hope you enjoy x

★ Word Count : 2.200

You wake up suddenly at 6.30am, terrified by the loud ringing of your own alarm.

Last night you went to bed so anxious you barely slept.

I’ve never tattooed an idol before, you think to yourself as you stretch all your muscles before getting up.

Plus he set his appointment so early in the morning, something you’re not that used to.

You’ve been chatting with him for over a week, discussing his tattoo. He wants it to completely fill the right side of his ribcage, a bold font that says “chosen”.

Your conversations weren't exclusively about your work though, you two were having small talks here and there as well.

It seemed to you like he was being a bit flirty, nevertheless you don’t want to believe yet in something that you’re probably just imagining.

You asked him why, out of all tattoo artists here in Seoul, he specifically chose you, and he replied with “yk i like your works and i think you're really cute ;)”.

You rub your face to help you wake up, but it doesn't do much.

You forgot your room’s window opened last night and the gentle morning breeze is now giving you goosebumps all over your skin.

You finally get up and head straight to the bathroom. You do all your skincare steps, put on your favorite chapstick and check yourself out one last time before going to put on the outfit you prepared last afternoon.

Everything has to be perfect tomorrow is what you were thinking the day before.

You briefly go through the texts between you and Ni-ki and that generates a rush of adrenaline that touches all your limbs in less than a second.

You quickly grab all your stuff and run down the stairs of your apartment’s exit.

You get in your car and 10 minutes later you arrive at the tattoo studio.

It’s 8.00am now, Ni-ki should be there in 15 minutes.

You start to adjust your set up to pass some time.

Once you've finished, anxiety makes its way to you, your palms are getting humid from the sweat and your face is reddening.

Your phone vibrates inside your pocket: “almost there” is what comes up on the screen, you run to the small bathroom to wash your hands and soon after you hear the scraping sound the studio’s door makes when it slides on the floor.

When you go back to the main room you see this tall, huge, you think, japanese boy, fully dressed in Chrome Hearts.

«Hey.» he says.

«Oh, hey.» you reply, fixing your hair.

He’s looking at you up and down, a slight smile forming on his face.

That expression of his makes you stutter: «u-uh you can, uh, put your jacket over there, then you can come here and l-lay down.» is what you say while pointing at different furnishings around the room.

Ni-ki nods and does as you say.

«Over here?» he asks as he indicates the tattoo chair.

«Yes.» you answer.

He lays down awkwardly as he looks at you out of the corner of his eye.

«Wait, sorry, I almost forgot.» you say as you go to pick up some sheets.

«You need to sign these.» you continue explaining, and, as your back is facing him, Ni-ki asks: «Oh, autographs?»

After hearing that you can’t help but laugh, covering your mouth, not wanting to embarrass him.

«Oh- no, I mean paperwork… for… you know, the tattoo.» you say, finally turning around, facing him but still can’t manage to actually look at him.

He raises his eyebrows and slightly opens his mouth, clearly embarrassed.

«Damn, I’m sorry.» he says in a flat tone but still awkwardly smiling, then he chuckles to himself.

You giggle too before saying: «Oh don’t worry, it’s fine.»

You hand him the papers and he seriously isn’t able to look you in the eyes.

Suddenly, your mind goes back to all the flirty texts: “are you that cute irl too?” Is probably the one that made you go completely insane.

He seems to not be able to act so bold when you’re actually standing in front of him.

«Here you go.» he says as he gives the sheets back to you.

You put the papers back in their place and Ni-ki sits on the edge of the tattoo chair, you notice a hair that's fallen on his sweater so you just spontaneously pick it up and throw it away.

He mumbles something as he follows your movements, then you explain: «it was just a hair.»

He’s flattered by your small gesture and struggles to hide a smile. He soon covers his mouth as you smile back at him.

His face is extremely red, then he lets out a sigh to release all the tension that’s been blocking his muscles.

You sit down on a small chair and stare at him for a brief moment.

«You can take your sweater off.» you tell him.

«Oh, yes, of course.» he replies and soon gets to it, as if he was waiting for that moment only.

You seriously don't know how you’ll handle hours of work with that sight.

Toned up arms and those abs.

Every small thing was perfect, and that was bad for your concentration.

«You can uh… you can stand up actually, I’m gonna apply the stencil.»

You say as you feel your face burning like hell, so much that someone could've set you on fire and it wouldn't make a difference. Ni-ki notices and asks you as he laughs a little: «is everything okay?»

«Oh, of course.» you answer, knowing well that nothing is okay when you’ve got that view.

Ni-ki persists in laughing, you decide to ignore him in order to not expose your feelings completely.

You grab a razor and pass it on his ribcage area. Once you’re done you begin to massage some cream on his skin and then you can finally apply the stencil.

He’s clearly enjoying your touch, you can feel him shiver under your fingers.

You remove the paper and he goes to look at himself in the mirror.

«Looks perfect to me, what do you think?» he asks you as he locks his gaze to your eyes.

«If you like it then it's perfect.» you simply say, noticing that he’s gaining more and more confidence, getting closer and closer to the amount he showed throughout his texts, probably due to seeing the way your body betrayed your will by acting in response to your true emotions.

He lays down as you begin preparing the ink as well as the needles.

Once you’ve finished, you turn the tattoo machine on and tell him: «I’ll just do a small line for now so you can understand how much it hurts before I actually start.»

He nods and says: «oh, alright.»

He grunts as the needle goes through his skin.

«Does it hurt much?» you ask him.

«It’s fine, I guess.» he affirms.

You smile subtly before getting back to the tattoo.

«How long have you been tattooing?» Ni-ki asks you, holding his breath between each word in order to hide the pain.

«It’s been almost five years, I think.» you reply.

He hangs his arms over his head before changing the subject: «can I tell you something?»

«Of course.»

He exhales loudly before speaking again.

«You’re cuter in real life, compared to the photos.»

You stop working for a moment in order to look at him.

«Seeing how you were acting when you first got here, I didn't think you’d mention your texts.»

«Explain.» he says as he slightly rises, resting his weight on his elbows.

«You were acting all awkward.» you state.

«Well, now I’m talking about it, and that’s what matters, right?» he says, tilting his head while looking at you.

«I guess so.» you answer before nudging his body back down, your palm pressing from just above his belly button.

He chuckles and just follows your hand’s movement.

«Are you seeing anyone?» he asks, still tormenting you.

«Nope.» you say as you get back to work.

«Interested in seeing me?» he questions, confidently.

«Aren't you idol guys on a dating ban or something?» you interrogate him, avoiding his previous question.

«Technically yes, but I don’t care.»

You raise your eyebrows and chuckle, not believing what he just said.

«It actually hurts like a bitch.» Ni-ki mutters, referring to the tattoo.

«We can stop for a moment if you want, we can get back to it once you’re ready.» you say, caringly.

«That sounds hella good.»

He gets into a sitting position and stares at you as you put down the tattoo machine and remove your gloves.

He reaches for your shirt and he pulls you towards him by it.

You turn around, smirking at him, then you ask: «what?»

«Nothing.» he murmurs, smiling.

«Do you mind if I go outside and smoke a cigarette?» You question as you search inside your pockets.

«Can I get one as well?»

«You smoke?» you ask him, surprised.

«I don’t… but-» he starts saying before you interrupt him: «you can come outside with me even if you’re not smoking, you know…» you tell him as you grab a cigarette from inside the packet and place it between your lips.

«Okay, you got me.» he looks at his feet while blushing, «so… can I come?»

«You can, just… you know, put your jacket on while paying attention to the tattoo, that way you can come.» you tell him, he nods and does as you say.

He puts his jacket over his shoulders, not actually wearing it, but that's enough.

You grab your lighter and head outside, followed by Ni-ki.

You light up the cigarette and take a long puff, you feel your throat and lungs warming up, the taste of tobacco filling your mouth.

Ni-ki is observing you, following every move you make.

He grabs one of your fingers, resembling a little kid reaching at their parent.

«What are you doing?» you ask him, chuckling, but still accepting his gesture.

«Nothing.» he replies as he looks around, his chest hiding between his shoulders closing in front of his body, demonstrating that the cold breeze is getting to his senses.

You sigh and grab his whole hand, crossing your fingers.

«You’re handsome.» he boldly tells you.

You can’t help but crack a smile and take one more puff from the cigarette.

«You’re unbelievable.» you finally say.

He stares at you for a moment before suddenly hugging you.

«Ni-ki! Be careful with the tattoo!» you scold him as you notice his bare skin rubbing against your shirt.

«Oh, right.» he says, not caring, he just begins to tighten the hug.

«Come on.» you continue telling him as you scratch the back of his neck in the point where his hair begins.

He pulls away slowly, very slowly, dragging his arms along your hips.

For a moment he gets so close to your face that you feel the warmth of his breath on the tip of your nose.

Your gaze drops to his plumpy lips, then you abruptly turn your back on him, hoping he didn't notice.

You throw the cigarette butt in the small bin beside the entrance and quickly get back inside.

Ni-ki follows you right away and grabs your arm.

«By the way, I saw that.» he tells you without any hesitation.

«Saw what?» you ask him, playing dumb.

«You know what I mean.» Ni-ki says as he rests his hands on your hips.

He seems to lean in for a kiss and you immediately pull back.

«I won’t make it that easy for you, lay back down, I have to continue working.» you lecture him.

«Plus, you still haven't asked me out on a date.» you continue saying as Ni-ki is in the middle of following your orders.

You barely finished your sentence when he asks: «are you free tomorrow afternoon?»

«Yup.» you reply, struggling to hide a smile.

«Can I get a kiss now?» he asks as he sits on the tattoo chair, facing you.

«You will tomorrow, maybe.» you tell him as you head to the bathroom to wash your hands.

Ni-ki grabs your arm and you can’t help but get back to him who’s now standing up.

You look up at his face as he grabs your chin.

«Take this as a preview of tomorrow.» he says before pressing his lips onto yours.

You put your hand to the back of his neck, pushing him against you in order to deepen the kiss.

You feel his tongue sneakingly making its way inside your mouth.

When you finally pull apart you say: «then I can’t wait for tomorrow.»

You let go of a giggle, then you continue, «now let me get back to work, for real.»

[zombienha]

Ykw hell yeah go for the yeonbin fic 🙏🙏

Alright 😋😋

[zombienha]

I wrote a yeonbin fic like 4 years ago but never posted it and tbh i'm currently debating if i should

It was pretty angst and stuff, i didn't even finish writing it, it would take multiple chapters and stuff so idk rlly😭😭

The plot was kinda complex too so it would be fun and interesting enough to post but IDKIDKIDKDKDKIDJF

[zombienha]

JAYWON ⟡ 250802 WEVERSE LIVE

[zombienha]

01 TIPSY 𖦹 lee heeseung

You and Heeseung go to have a drink after a long week of work and the situation gets a bit heated.

★ PAIRING : bot!Heeseung x top!malereader

★ TAGS : mdni! smut, fluff, drinking alcohol, implied long term relationship, bj, kinda doing stuff in public, Heeseung is a damn tease.

★ NOTES : this was requested! eng isn't my first language ㅠㅠ I'm sorry in case there are any errors regarding grammar or anything else.

★ WORD COUNT : 1.4k

«Babe, how long is it going to take you to put some pants on?» you yell to Heeseung, who’s getting ready in the room next to yours.

«Mind your business!» he yells back, playfully.

You throw yourself on the bed, hugging the pillows as you wait for Heeseung.

You’re stretching your legs when he finally comes in and makes you aware of his presence by tickling your feet.

«Stop!» you scold him while you laugh and throw your feet at him.

«Come on, let’s go.» he tells you as he grabs both your hands and pulls you up from the bed.

You run your eyes over him from head to toe before complimenting him:«you look good.» is what you tell him.

«Thank you, and you too.» he replies before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

His cologne hits your nose and sends a rush of adrenaline through your whole body.

«I love it.» you whisper on his neck before tracing kisses all over his skin coming down to his collarbone.

«Alright, alright… let’s go now.» he tells you, chuckling.

You pull away slowly, very slowly, before opening the house’s door and head outside.

Heeseung follows you and grabs your hand after you lock the door and finally start walking towards the lounge bar.

You put your arm around his neck in order to bring him closer.

«This was such a stressful week.» you state after yawning.

Heeseung nods in approval, lifting his eyebrows.

«I’m so glad to be able to spend this evening with you.» you continue saying.

You notice Heeseung blushing before saying:«I’m so glad too.»

You finally enter the bar. The air is saturated with a scent of vanilla; the low humming of people around the room gives you a sense of deep relaxation, something you haven't felt in weeks.

You and Heeseung go sit at one of the tables, round and elegant, a lightened candle put at the center of it, generating a soft, warm light.

The waiter comes over; Heeseung orders a Margarita. As for you, a Negroni will do the trick.

It doesn't take long for your orders to arrive.

You take a small sip; the alcohol burns the tip of your tongue before hugging all of your mouth and soon after your throat.

You then take a bigger sip that goes right to your stomach, surrounding it.

You lick your lips and taste the bitterness of the drink. Heeseung is already halfway through his Margarita.

«Babe, you should take it slow. Enjoy it.» you tell him, holding his hand under the table.

«It tastes so good though.» he says before sipping on it once more.

«But if you drink too fast you’ll feel sick.» you continue saying.

«I can handle it.» he says, smirking.

—

You two keep drinking and drinking, Heeseung has just downed the last drop of his fourth drink when you notice how red his cheeks have actually gotten.

He looks at you, tilting his head; his eyes are droopy and you feel like they could penetrate your skin at any moment.

Heeseung moves his chair and comes to sit right next to you.

He lays his head on your shoulder and you can feel his breath on your neck.

The warm air tickles your skin.

It’s then that Heeseung bites your neck, no anticipation, no prepping. Just bite.

You pull away suddenly, not expecting such a move.

«Babe!» you tell him, touching your neck and slightly chuckling.

«What?» he replies, his voice completely twisted because of the alcohol.

You sigh and smile, going back to the previous position.

Heeseung lays his head again and his left hand rests on your thigh.

Firstly, you don’t mind it, then his palm moves higher and higher, arriving at your crotch.

«Heeseung, we’re in a bar.» you tell him, chuckling.

«Babe, I know.» he reassures you, but still not caring.

His grip tightens around your member and you feel all the warmth of your body coming down right at that area.

«Baby…» you tell him as you put your hand on his, wanting to push him away but physically unable to do so.

The fabric of your pants tightens around you and with each second it gets harder to ignore.

«I wanna suck it…» Heeseung whispers in your ear and that makes you go completely insane.

You get up from the chair where you were sitting, pulling your boyfriend with you.

You pay the bill and rush outside.

«What’s the hurry…?» Heeseung asks, laying against you as he struggles to walk straight.

«Are you serious right now?» you tell him, laughing.

He nods, blushing.

You sigh and point down at your bulge.

«I don’t wanna stay around people when I’ve got something going on.» you finish saying and see Heeseung smirking at you.

As you’re walking, Heeseung pushes his body against yours and whispers in your ear:«wanna go behind that building?».

You sigh and throw your head back, as you stay in that position Heeseung attacks again by licking and sucking on your neck's thin skin.

You moan softly because of his tease; you can’t help but grab his hips and push him against your body.

Your hands get to his ass and that gesture seems to excite him quite a lot since you feel him smiling on your neck.

You then spot people walking toward your direction, that causes you to gently get Heeseung off of you.

«What's up?» he asks, pouting.

«Babe, there are people around.» you explain.

«I know, that’s why I asked you to go behind the building.» Heeseung continues saying.

«Hun, they would still see us.»

«No, they wouldn't.» he assures you.

«Can’t we just get home and do our business there?»

«I can’t wait.» he whispers again, making the bulge inside your pants pulse.

At that point, you just follow him. Your mind can’t think straight anymore.

You two get behind the building he couldn't stop talking about, it’s facing a tall wall instead of the road and the only streetlight illuminating the place is flickering.

«I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.» you say as you rub your forehead and look around.

«Are you sure there aren't any, you know, security cameras and stuff?» you continue asking.

«Y/n, baby, relax. No one can see us.» Heeseung reassures you while resting his hands on your chest.

«Alright.» you whisper before kissing him right away.

Your tongue immediately slips into his mouth. Heeseung moans on your lips and arches his back in response.

His hand makes its way again to the hard spot just below your belt.

He bites your lower lip as he rubs his hand over the fabric. Your face gets redder and hotter the more he touches you.

«I’m so grateful to have you.» you tell him, panting and he kisses you again in response.

He starts taking off your belt and unzipping your pants. You let out a deep breath.

«Relax, baby. Relax.» he tells you as he pulls down your underwear.

You breathe again. His mouth is now around you.

You push your hips towards him and that results in him starting to move his head back and forth.

You grab his hair as he speeds up. He looks up at you and that causes you to moan even louder.

He pulls away for a moment in order to catch some air; he then places kisses all around your length, making you shiver by each touch.

«Heeseung, I-» you begin saying. The sound of your words gets stuck in your throat when he starts sucking you again, faster and harder, making good use of his hand too.

A few seconds pass before you completely explode. You reach your climax with Heeseung looking up at you again, gulping down every drop of your pleasure.

Your boyfriend finally gets up, gently smiling at you while you’re still panting.

«That was-» you start saying before he continues your phrase:«amazing. I know, right?» he chuckles and places a kiss on your cheek.

«You’re gonna get what you deserve as soon as we get home, for making me feel so good.» you whisper, squeezing his butt.

Heeseung laughs in response. «I can't wait.»

[zombienha]

Hate to read an extremely good plot and then seeing the f!reader tag next to it..😔

[zombienha]

Hi hello i NEED more Jake x m!reader fics plsplsplsplspls kiss kiss love you

I'll make sure to deliver it to u asap!! And love u too 😽😽