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﹒★ sim jaeyun x reader ﹗彡

genre: tattoo artist!reader x shyboy!jake, romance, fluff, smut nsfw MDNI, jake fell first she fell harder, soft boy!jake, downbad!jake, tattoo shop au warnings: profanity, tattoos and needles, smut but no sex, kissing, mutual oral, swallowing, switch!jake x switch!reader, jake is like a softie who is a freak, yn is a bit standoffish but shes just quiet, jake faints lol, deep throating, handjob, face fucking, dry humping, big dick!jake, jake loves eating pussy heh, fingering, finger sucking, spit, dirty talk, praise, pet names (good girl/boy, pretty, baby), 18+ mdni

synopsis: jake, afraid of needles and still cuts the crust off of his toasties finds himself trying to get over his fear of needles just to get close to the pretty tattoo artist at fated ink who smells of a warm powdery perfume and wears a gaze sharper than a needle.

in collaboration with the lovely @s1rawb3rry after we spent like an hour or two rambling about tattoo artist sunghoon... <3 love u !!! read hers here and here

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the familiar sounds of buzzing and light chatter fill the building as you step into your job. you loved being able to do what you loved as a tattoo artist and that was to make people feel comfortable and confident. you never knew that becoming a tattoo artist was something in your future but after getting your first tattoo when you were 18 years old, that’s when you knew that tattooing would become something permanent in your life— much like the ink that now adorned your skin.

you smile and greet sunoo, your job’s front desk receptionist but he likes to call himself, “fated ink’s sunshine” and you couldn’t agree more. in the somewhat dark and drab color palette of the building, sunoo managed to breathe life into the place by forcing you and your fellow tattoo artists to add more color in your studios— his smile alone was enough to brighten up anyone’s mood and he was (not so) secretly your favorite person at your job.

“hi sunoo! how’re you today?” you ask, leaning on his desk as he looks up at you from his computer. “hi yn!” he beams, smiling widely as his eyes smile shut.

“im good– by the way, your not so secret admirer is here.” he says, winking at you and puckering your lips in a certain direction behind you. you peek over your shoulder and spot the boy that’s been frequenting fated ink for the last few weeks. he was cute, you couldn’t lie, but all it was to you was shy glances and tight lipped smiles– he never really made an effort to come talk to you or make a move so you never expected much out of it; hell, you didn’t even know the boy’s first name.

it also didn’t help that you were naturally a bit standoffish, sticking to yourself and not really bothering to interact with people that you didn’t really know. when you had first joined fated ink and acquired your studio in the building– one of the other tattoo artists, sunghoon, thought you hated him because you never spoke to him but you did speak with sunoo; however, you and sunoo were previously friends before you joined fated ink and you simply didn’t have much to say to sunghoon.

it wasn’t until sunoo told you about what sunghoon thought of you that you decided, “oh, i guess i haven’t really made an effort to make friends with him.”

now the two of you are fairly close— he was your closest tattoo artist friend which honestly didn’t mean much because you didn’t have a lot of them, but you were close nonetheless; not as close as you are with sunoo though. sunoo was your bestie through and through.

you also loved sunghoon’s girlfriend, she was another person who breathed life into fated ink and although she didn’t work there, she was always there smiling and bringing snacks to everyone like the sweetheart that she is. sometimes you’d make jokes at sunghoon, telling him that you’d steal her away from him and he’d just glare at you from a distance and tighten his grip around her waist.

“not much of a secret admirer. he’s here like once a week and doesn’t even get a tattoo– just chats with jay about piercings and you know jay never shuts up when it comes to piercings.” you respond to sunoo and the two of you giggle.

sunoo shrugs and you notice a mischievous grin on his face but before you could ask him what he was smiling about, he tells you that your first appointment begins in 20 minutes.

you go into your little studio tucked away in one of the corners of the building and set up your area just in time for your first appointment of the day. you looked at your bookings through your ipad and it read:

“jake sim, 1400”

you glance at your clock and see that it was 5 minutes until the appointment time so you go back outside into the lobby to call for your client. “jake sim?” you say and when you look up from your device and are shocked to see who stands up and begins walking over to you.

your ‘not so’ secret admirer.

he’s got a sheepish grin on his face as he walks over to you, wiping his hands on his jeans that you figured were garnering sweat from the nerves. you found him cute and in all honesty, he was too cute. like the time to probably write you love letters every day and bring you flowers before the ones he previously got you fully wilted away.

so not only were you surprised to see him in a place that was filled with people covered in ink and piercings, a very clear opposition to his smiley and almost aloof personality, but you’re even more surprised that he was going to get a tattoo.

“yo- you’re jake?”

he nods, smile still wide as he looks at you with big round puppy eyes. if you weren’t at work right now you probably would’ve folded but you had to be professional, no matter how much you wanted to jump his bones– you weren’t fully ready to admit that.

you walk back to your studio and jake follows closely behind like a lost puppy following the first person to give him attention. you can almost feel the nerves radiating off of him and when you enter your studio he walks past you and you get a waft of his cologne. warm, a bit musky, and slightly sweet— just what you had expected from him. you bite back a smile and clear your throat as you gesture for him to take a seat on your tattoo bed.

“so, you’re getting a tattoo on the side of your neck?” he nods with a gulp, hoping you wouldn’t notice how nervous he was– but you did.

“cool, what side did you want it on?” you say while turning around and tapping away on your ipad so you could print out the stencil.

“uh– doesn’t matter. wherever, it’s cool i don’t mind. like, anything really.” he begins to ramble and you turn around to look at him with a quirked eyebrow. “you kinda have to make a decision, it’s a tattoo and it’s permanent so you should probably decide what side you want it on.” he blinks at you several times before speaking again, licking his lips before he opens his mouth to respond.

“ the right.. the right side. yeah.” he says, nodding confidently even though he still felt unsure about the whole thing.

to be frank, jake did not want to get a tattoo. he was pretty afraid of needles, could barely even go to the doctor’s, never got his ears pierced, let alone a tattoo– he hated needles; but the reason he was currently sitting on a tattoo bed inside of fated ink is because he found you extremely attractive.

like, so attractive that he showed up at fated ink every week on fridays for the last month or so just to see you. his friend, jay; fated ink’s resident piercer was his friend so he somewhat had an excuse to be there but it was mainly to see you and not his slightly broody and emo friend. he had first seen you when jay first joined the studio, he had picked up his friend for a celebratory dinner and had seen you exiting the same time jay did– ever since then he had developed this innocent crush on you that hadn’t really gone anywhere.

until now, as he watched you pull out the stencil from the printer and trim around it so it could perfectly fit onto his neck.

“pretty.” he muttered and you looked up at him from your stool, “did you say something?” you ask and he instantly shakes his head; not realizing he had said that outloud.

you stand up from your seat and walk over to jake, lightly rubbing the side of his neck and spraying it with disinfectant and solution so the area is sterile and would allow for the stencil to properly attach. jake shivers at the sudden contact and when you chuckle at his reaction, he stiffens out of embarrassment.

“first time, huh?” you ask as you bring your face closer to his neck where you could see the goosebumps rise on his skin, so close you could make out the way his adam’s apple bobs and etches beneath his skin as he swallows the lump in his throat. jake doesn’t manage to respond with anything but a nod– you seemed to have that effect on him.

speechless.

when you apply the stencil onto jake’s neck, his breath hitches and he freezes at the contact once again– almost like he’s too afraid to move; nervous that he’d mess you up if he did.

“you don’t have to be nervous, don’t worry. i’ll take good care of you.” you mutter just loud enough for him to hear and this has the opposite intended effect because it only makes jake’s nerves brew even harder inside of his chest. he had forgotten that he was even getting a tattoo because he was so infatuated with you and being this close to you. he watched you intently, taking in your features like the way your eyes narrowed when you focused or the way you bit your bottom lip as you were typing away on your ipad.

he had watched you close enough to be able to count the lashes on your eyes, he was at 116 when the sound of buzzing pulled him out of his daze.

“okay, it’ll feel like pinching at first but you just let me know if it gets too much, ok?” you advice and he nods once again, bottom lip slightly jutting out but just as you’re bringing the tattoo machine closer and closer and the sound of buzzing seems to get louder in his ears it was like time had slowed down as jake stared at the needle going in and out of the machine, the deepest shade of black coating the end of the needle.

jake’s eyes begin to widen when the needle goes out of his vision as it gets closer to his neck, “wait!” he suddenly shouts and you’re startled by his sudden outburst– immediately pulling away in shock.

“what? what– are you ok?” you ask, worried for the sweet boy in your seat.

“i– um.” he stutters.

“i left my stove on a walk!”

you look at him with a confused expression and he shakes his head to speak again, “i meant i forgot to turn off my dog.”

“wh- what?” you ask as jake only seemed to make less and less sense.

“i have to go.” he suddenly says and practically runs out of your studio without another word. jumping off of your tattoo bed and disappearing behind the walls. you turn off your tattoo machine and set it down on your tray before walking out into the lobby.

you see the door to the building swinging closed just as you enter the lobby and find sunoo with a shocked and confused expression much like you did just seconds ago. “what was that about? what did you do to him?” sunoo teases, raising his brow. you pull off your gloves with an eye roll as you walk over to him.

“nothing– absolutely.. nothing.” you deadpan; a slight pout on your lips that were heavy with disappointment.

“well, you’ve got like an hour until your next appointment.” sunoo tells you and just nods at him before walking away, chewing on your bottom lip and walking back to your studio.

“scare away another boy, yn?” sunghoon says from inside of his studio.

you peek your head inside to clap back at your friend but are pleased to see his girlfriend who you didn’t know was there. “hey cutie!” you say with a bright smile and she smiles back at you, trying not to move too much as sunghoon was tattooing her ribs. “let me know if you ever get tired of this loser, i’ll treat you much better.” you say with a wink and she just giggles in response, sunghoon already glaring at you with a deathstare.

a sigh leaves your lips when you reenter your studio, the remnants of jake’s tattoo stencil and the unused products sitting on your work tray. you stare at it momentarily before getting back to work, cleaning your area and preparing for your next client– hoping they won’t bail and run out on you like jake did.

─── .ᐟ.ᐟ

the next time you see jake is the following friday, to no one’s surprise– like clockwork.

you walk into work, greet sunoo normally and today he offers you a cupcake that he had made at home and although you weren’t typically one for sweets you chose to eat it anyway because sunoo had put a lot of effort into making it and kindly brought it for all of you and surprisingly, you enjoyed it. it wasn’t too sweet and you could taste the love sunoo baked into them. you don’t see jake at first, he’s sort of tucked away in his hoodie in the corner of the lobby but as you’re making your way to your studio, he calls out to you– a little too loud and a bit eager, but that’s just how he is and you found cute even if it made everyone’s heads turn towards him.

he awkwardly rubs his hands off on his jeans much like he did the week before and lightly jogs over to you, a shy grin on his face.

“jake, hey..” you start and he chuckles, practically melting at the sound of his name coming from your lips.

“h– hey. um i’m here for that tattoo again…” he says with a gulp, scratching the back of his head like he’s embarrassed to reference what had happened the week prior and although no one has ever ran out on you before, if it was anyone else you probably would’ve denied them from coming back but because it was jake and you genuinely found it cute how shy he got around you, all you could do was giggle and gesture for him to follow you to your studio.

jake’s eyes brightened at your reaction, surprised that you were allowing him to come back after he had humiliated himself the week before but jake just couldn’t stay away. not only did he want to just say you again– you’re constantly on his mind– but he wanted to prove to you that he was brave enough to get a tattoo. some sort of complex that he had created in his head that in order to impress you, he needed to be inked up like you and every other guy in your workplace.

even sunoo had a tattoo, albeit a tattoo of a sun with a smiley face on his shoulder, still a tattoo.

“you’re not gonna run out on me again, right?” you tease and he chuckles nervously.

you had such a way with words that even when you teased him jake couldn’t help but think he was falling more and more in love with you. he watched you do your usual routine like he did last week. tapped a few things on your ipad, printed out the stencil, sterilized your work station and slipped your gloves on with a snap of the elastic.

jake gulps at the sound but he likes to think he looked really nonchalant and brave as you dipped the needle of your tattoo machine into the small cup of ink.

he was less nervous this time when you touched him, before when you were applying the stencil he was trying to compose himself, so much so that he was frozen under your touch, this time he was able to relax; still frozen in place but less tense.

“jake, just take a deep breath for me, ok?” and he follows your words, looking you directly in your eyes as he takes a deep breath in and exhales through his mouth. his breath brushes past your face in your close proximity and it vaguely smells like mint. “you’re in good hands when it comes to me, ok?” and your words are able to help jake feel relaxed.

he was still nervous but being around you suddenly made jake go from being nervous to calm.

like he could feel himself letting loose, the tension in his eyebrows and shoulders disappearing as he rests further into your tattoo bed.

you turn around to dip back into the ink pot once more before beginning and when you turn back around you’re faced with a jake who now had his eyes closed and mouth slightly parted. you blink rapidly at him before lightly tapping his cheek and shaking his shoulders.

“jake?” you call out to him and when he doesn’t respond after the 3rd time, you’ve realized that he’s fainted. you stand up with a sigh, hands on your hips as you look at his sleeping figure on your tattoo bed. you roll your eyes with a shake of your head before heading into the lobby, not out of frustration or any negative feeling but because you still found him cute no matter how much of a loser he turned out to be.

you walk to the lobby and head over to sunoo who’s typing away at his desk, “hey, do you have any more cupcakes?” you ask and he smiles at your question. eagerly nodding and pulling them out from under his desk where he had a mini fridge just for him and you occasionally.

“you like them that much?” sunoo asks as he hands them over to you and you chuckle, telling him that it wasn’t for you; walking away before he could ask anymore questions.

when jake comes to, he’s met with a bright light in his face, he thought he was in heaven with how bright the light was and even more so when your face came into view because he could’ve sworn you were an angel– but no, he was still laying in your tattoo studio with you looking at him with a smirk on your lips that he wanted nothing more than to feel against his own.

“are you an angel?” he stutters, rubbing his eyes as you pull the light away from his face.

“here, eat this. your blood sugar was probably low.” you say, handing him the cupcake in your hands. his head bobs from the cupcake to your face several times before he points at himself, unsure if he heard you correctly. you give jake a small nod before he gently takes the cupcake from your hands, muttering a small thank you before taking a bite.

“so– how’d i do? did the tattoo turn out great?” he asks in between chewing.

you furrow your eyebrows at jake before a chuckle slips past your lips, causing him to narrow his eyes at your reaction. “sorry, um. jake, you fainted before i could even start the tattoo; hence why you woke up just now..” and as the words leave your mouth, jake just wishes he could melt into the seat he was sitting in.

he slaps his forehead in embarrassment before finishing off the cupcake.

“god, that’s so embarrassing. i’m so sorry, yn. i feel like i’m wasting your time. i should go.” he says, hopping off of the tattoo bed like he did the week prior. you watch him search around for a trash bin before you extend your hand outward, palm open and facing up so that you could toss the cupcake wrapper away.

but jake seems to forget about the trash in his hands because instead of handing you the wrapper, he places his empty hand in yours and clasps your hands together, a proud smile on his face as you look at him with wide eyes.

“your hands are soft.” he comments as he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb.

“um– i was trying to grab your trash… there’s a bin back here.” you say, gesturing your head to the small black trash bin in the corner of your studio, tucked away behind some equipment.

jake quickly pulls his hand away from you, heat rushing to his face for the nth time and he swore that if he looked in the mirror he probably could’ve rivaled a tomato in color. how many times could he embarrass himself in front of the cute tattoo artist before he could even get a real tattoo?

the verdict was still out on that one but jake doesn’t give you time to speak again before he’s once again running out of fated ink, embarrassment heavy in his shoulders and bashfulness spread across his rosy cheeks. he walks past sunoo and pushes past the glass doors but he doesn’t make it very far before he walks back inside and stops in front of sunoo’s desk.

sunoo looks at him with a surprised expression when jake suddenly reappears. “the cupcake was really good by the way.. um, can you throw this away for me, please and thank you. okay bye.” he says and rushes back out, leaving sunoo just as stunned as you are.

when you walk back into the lobby, you see sunoo grabbing the cupcake wrapper with a confused expression as he throws it away. sunoo notices you approaching and stands up from his seat, leaning on his desk; “your little boyfriend is weird… in a cute way.” he teases.

you roll your eyes at his comment before playfully shoving him, “he’s not my boyfriend.” you mumble— “but he is cute…” and you wish you said that quiet enough that sunoo wouldn’t hear but with the way he was grinning at you like the two of you were toddlers who just shared who you had a crush on in your class, he most definitely heard you.

a sigh escapes your lips as your mind wanders back to jake and why he seems to always want to be around you but can’t seem to stick around.

were you intimidating to him?

did he even like you?

were you just looking too hard into it?

you weren’t sure but you were starting to feel like he didn’t even really like you at all..

─── .ᐟ.ᐟ

it’s been about three weeks since you last saw jake and you were starting to think you had scared him away, you often had that effect on most guys; a defense mechanism so that they’d leave you alone when you glared at them but with jake it was different. you didn’t glare at him and you didn’t feel bothered by his presence. it made you feel a little silly to feel that way about someone you barely knew but that’s just how you felt and you couldn’t help it.

you’re the last person to be at fated ink for the night. sweeping the floors and cleaning up around the lobby before heading out. everyone had finished early that day and sunoo had dinner plans so you were left alone to close the store, which you didn’t mind. your mind is busy with cleaning when the sound of the bell above the door rings in your ears.

“sorry, we’re closed for the ni– jake?” you’re surprised to see him standing there, one hand in the pockets of his jeans while the other is waving at you, the sheepish grin that he always has on his face and you can’t help but allow for the smile creeping on your face to just happen.

“hey..” he says, stepping closer to you.

“i just wanna say i’m really sorry for what happened. i don’t know what’s wrong with me– i mean i do know what’s wrong with me i’m a bit shy and i get nervous around you because you’re really pretty and hot and your eyes are so beautiful when you look at me i feel like my heart stops beating— not in a bad way! more like in a way that feels like time stops when i’m around you. god, i don’t even know what i’m saying or why i came here, you probably think i’m crazy; i should just go.” he seems to ramble for a long time before you eventually giggle at him.

jake stops mid sentence when he hears your laugh. he thinks that's the first time he’s ever heard you laugh and not the shy chuckle that’s followed by a teasing remark that you usually direct at sunoo when the two of you are teasing each other.

this laugh was full, it made your eyes crinkle and nose scrunch, your hand flew to cover your mouth and you even slightly turned away from him like you weren’t expecting to laugh.

“your laugh is so pretty…” jake says without thinking.

“thanks— for what it’s worth i do think you’re a little weird but i think you’re much cuter than you are weird.” jake’s eyes widen at your comment and he’s left speechless, which he usually is when he’s around you but this time it’s because you complimented him and not speechless because the words get stuck in his throat when he looks at you.

“yo– you think i’m cute?” you nod with a smile, walking closer to jake after leaning the broom onto one of the shelves in the lobby. you quirk your head to the side as you look up at jake, bodies so close to one another, so close that your chest brushes against jake’s torso and he almost has to bite back a whimper.

“you find me pretty and hot, jake?” you tease and he slowly nods, mouth parted at the sight of you looking up at him through your lashes, a taunting and playful smirk on your face that he can’t take his eyes off of. you figured that jake was just nervous because he didn’t know how things would play out between the two of you and neither did you, so why not make it clear to help ease his nerves.

maybe then he wouldn’t run out on you.

“close your mouth before a fly goes in there.” you say, gently tapping his chin and his body follows your finger as you press upwards, shutting his mouth closed. you can’t help but momentarily stare at the way his lips glisten. jake’s lips were one of the first things you noticed on him, how plump and supple they looked– next was his eyes because you noticed how often he’d stare at you and would avert his gaze when he realized you were looking at him.

you begin to walk away, heading to your studio and jake stays in place, unsure of what to do. you look over your shoulder to find him still standing there and as soon as your head nods in the direction of your studio, gesturing for him to follow you, jake is instantly walking over with so much speed and determination�� afraid that you’d change your mind at any moment.

your hand reaches behind you for jake and he grabs it, the familiar feeling of your soft hands in his brings him immense joy, the simple act itself was enough for him to be satisfied if you decided that you didn’t want to see him anymore after this. you push him into the tattoo bed that’s been positioned upright into a chair.

jake falls with a small thud, a slight gasp leaving his lips at the sudden movement.

“do i make you nervous, jakey?” and by the way he could only nod and swallow the dryness in his throat, you assumed the answer was yes.

“you know, sunoo teases me about your little crush on me but i think you don’t realize i have a crush on you too..”

“yo- you do?” jake stutters and you nod at him with a pout, brushing your fingers across his cheeks with a slight pinch but instead of being startled by it, jake’s melts into your touch. he rubs his face into your hands like he’s been missing the feeling of it and you bite your lip at his reaction. he was so pliant, so obedient, and so soft.

“ca- can i kiss you?” he asks, looking up at you with those puppy eyes that you’ve grown to love.

“you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for you to ask that.” and his lips are instantly on yours. small whimpers and soft moans coming from the two of you as your lips fight for dominance against each other but neither of you quite cared if you won or lost, the act of kissing each other was enough.

jake bites onto your bottom lip, slightly tugging at it as he pulls away, smiling at you when you whimper at the brief pain. his lips are on you once again and his hands find your waist as he pulls you closer into his body, your chest pressed against his as you begin to grind on his thigh. jake curses into your mouth as he feels the spot of his jeans begin to dampen from your core.

you place a kiss on his jaw and down his neck, licking at the spot where he was going to get his tattoo, before making your way down his body. pulling at his arms so that he was positioned to sit at the edge of the seat as you take your spot between his thighs. “fuck” jake whispers at the sight of you on your knees in between his legs, hands roaming and rubbing his thighs.

the sound of his belt buckle and his zipper coming undone briefly takes him out of the daze that he’s in. “wait– you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” jake says, gently grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you off the ground. you look down at him in your tattoo bed, sitting so prettily with his pink swollen lips and round eyes, you can’t help but lean down and place a tender kiss on lips.

“i want to– trust me. remember, i said you’re in good hands when it comes to me.” you remind him and he nods with a shiver as you drop back down onto your knees, hands gliding over his shirt and across his toned chest before you return to pulling his jeans down, jake slightly raising his hips so you could pull down his jeans all the way.

jake’s cock plops out of his underwear and there’s a string of his precum that leaks out almost dripping onto the floor but not before your tongue stretches forward and catches it. your tongue hooks onto the head of jake’s cock and he gasps when you take all of him down your throat. his cock was huge and you would’ve never expected the cute and shy boy who barely had the courage to speak to you until recently had this hiding underneath his jeans.

you could feel jake’s girth stretch out your throat, your eyes watering as you bob your head back and forth, saliva pooling at the sides of your mouth as you continue to suck his cock.

jake feels like he’s in ecstacy at the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his cock. he’s dreamt of getting close to you for so long and now he had you on your knees for him, looking pretty as ever as tears slowly fall from your eyes when you gag at his cock being too big to fit in your mouth.

you pull away with a gasp, catching your breath as strings of saliva keep your lips connected to jake’s cock that is now covered in your spit.

“fuck– you’re so pretty, baby.” jake says while out of breath, leaning down to cup your face into his hands as he kisses you sloppily, tongue slipping against your lips as if he’s trying to lap up at the saliva that has coated your chin. jake holds your face still as he parts your mouth wider, spitting into your mouth and watching his saliva slide from your tongue and down your throat.

jake bites down on his lip when he sees you swallow his spit, biting back a smile.

he gives your face a tender squeeze before grabbing your hair into one hand and bringing you close, your mouth opens automatically so you could take him into your mouth. you let jake control your rhythm as he moves you back and forth on his cock. jake was too big and you found yourself constantly gagging at his size and although he enjoyed the feeling, he instructed you to use your hands on the rest of his cock that you can’t fit in your mouth.

the paired sensation of your warm mouth and hands tightly stroking his cock sends him into overdrive– groaning and whimpering underneath your touch as he gets closer and closer to his finish. “fuck– pretty, i’m gonna cum. you gonna swallow for me like a good girl?” and you nod eagerly, pushing your head further down on his cock, the feeling of his head pushing onto the back of your throat, mouth filled but still not fully in your mouth.

“im cu– im cumming.” he whimpers, soft moans leaving his lips as he shuts his eyes from the euphoric feeling, wishing it’d never end.

jake keeps you pressed against him for just a few moments longer as he’s coming down from his orgasm, pulling you off of his cock as you take in a very needed deep breath. you open your mouth to prove to jake that you swallowed, “you did so good, baby.” jake says, kissing you once more with the same type of hunger.

“let me make you feel good.” jake says, pulling you at the waist and flipping the two of you around, pushing you onto your tattoo bed and tugging at your sweatpants that hang low on your hips. “are you sure you want to?” you ask, slightly shy that jake might only feel the need to reciprocate giving head because you had just finished getting face fucked by his cock.

“more than anything, i’m starved.” he says like he’s out of breath and is in dire need of the taste of your pussy. this sends shockwaves throughout your body and only makes your pussy leak even more. when jake fully pulls off your underwear that he stuffs into the pocket of his jeans, his mouth falls open at the sight of your pussy.

your cunt was glistening under the light, folds aching and throbbing for him, “pl– please jake. do somethi– shit!” your sentence is interrupted by jake diving into your pussy. mouth hungrily lapping and sucking on every part of your core.

jake licks a stripe up your pussy and finds himself sucking on your clit, wrapping his lips around you and tugging at it with a slight pinch. you whimper in pain and pleasure and jake smiles at your reaction. he returns to lapping at your pussy, two of his fingers finding your entrance and pushing inside of you– mouth remaining attached to your cunt.

“fuck– jake. right there.” you moan out, clutching onto the fabric of his shirt. this makes him smile into your pussy and only encourages him to keep going. the feeling of his tongue sliding across your pussy, the sucking of your clit, and his long fingers plunging in and out of you sends you over the edge.

“keep going, jake. you’re doing so good for me– fuck, such a good boy, jake.” and your praise is like church bells, causing jake to eat you out with even more passion and intensity. he can feel your pussy aching and clenching– indicating your were getting close and although he he’s barely come up for air at any point, he remains glued to your pussy with your thighs wrapped around his shoulders.

“cum for me, baby.” he says, lips moving across your folds as he finds your clit. jake sucks on your clit as he pumps his fingers faster and you feel a snap inside of your stomach as you orgasm is pulled out of you. heavy moans and pleasure filled whimpers escape your lips as you cum on jake’s face.

he hasn’t left your pussy for one second and even after you’ve cum, jake is lapping at your release that didn’t get in his mouth, licking and sucking on your skin to ensure he gets every last drop that when he finally pulls away, half of his face is shining in your slickness.

jake has a goofy smile on his face, one filled with pride and satisfaction.

“you taste so fucking good.” he says, diving in one more time– a gasp rips from your chest and you have to almost pull away at the overstimulation. “sorry.” he says with a cheeky grin as he wipes his face with his fingers before seductively placing them in his mouth to suck them clean. the sight itself made your cunt throb even more so you found yourself leaning forward and pulling jake’s fingers from his mouth and into yours, sucking up whatever was left.

he pulls you into another kiss but this one is soft and more tender compared to the hunger filled make out session the two of you had before.

the two of you stare at each other momentarily before jake speaks up to break the tension filled silence. “i know i just ate you out but i could use some real food. wanna get dinner with me? my treat.” he says while wiping his face clean with his fingers and sucking on them once again.

“you’re nasty.” you laugh while leaning back onto your seat.

“please, don’t act like you didn’t find that hot.”

the two of you quickly get dressed and head out but not before you look at your studio, wet spots and disheveled papers strewn around. your work tray has made it’s way across the room and your stool was right next to it.

“i’ll clean this up tomorrow.” you mutter while shaking your head.

jake grabs your hand and locks your fingers with his, kissing your knuckles, “don’t worry, i’ll help you clean it.” you smile at him, placing a small kiss onto his cheek.

the two of you walk hand in hand as you exit fated ink, ensuring you lock the door and setting the security alarm. jake swings your hands back and forth as you stroll on the sidewalks of the city, the night is still young and the stars are bright in the sky as you and jake chat about each other.

“so– about that tattoo?” he says, your favorite sheepish grin on his face as he brings it up and you can’t stop yourself from giggling at how cute he is.

“another time, jake. we’ll start off easy– don’t want you fainting or running out on me again.” you tease and he nods while pushing his tongue on the inside of his mouth.

“don’t worry– no more running away from you and to be honest, i’d be fine with fainting again if it’s because of running out of air from eating you out.”

his response shocks you, mouth open at the sudden vulgar comment, you try to playfully shove him but he’s quick to react by pulling you into his arms and placing a kiss on your temple. his arm remains around your shoulder for the remainder of your walk, only pulling away when you’ve reached the late night diner a few blocks away from fated ink.

jake opens the door for you but before you can enter he grabs onto your hands and turns you around, “i’m serious, by the way. not gonna run away from you anymore– i really like you and i’ll prove it to you.” a warm smile creeps onto your face at his sincerity. you place a kiss on his lips before responding.

“i think you already proved it when you couldn’t keep your mouth off this pussy.” you whisper into his ear before walking into the restaurant, asking the waiter for a table for two– jake still standing at the door with his mouth ajar, now his turn to be left in shock at your comment that matched his freak.

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hoonieyun · 5 days ago

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꒰ ˙ᵕ˙ ﹑ enhypen ୨ৎ

series

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one shot

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smau/fake texts

ot7 n 3^07 ! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ rage bait ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

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hard '𝓱' ♡ soft '𝓼' thoughts - drabbles/headcannons

lhs munch!hee drabble ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

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hoonieyun · 5 days ago

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rage bait ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)

trying to rage bait your sweet boyfriend

pairing: ot7 enhypen x reader genre: fake texts, fluff, romance warnings: profanity and rage baiting lmao, kissing and suggestive for some members, 18+ pls ignore typos if any

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hoonieyun · 6 days ago

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never returning to normal after this (i loved it)

ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ✦ ʟᴇᴇ ʜᴇᴇꜱᴇᴜɴɢ

档案 ─── you knew now that you couldn't do this alone, not with the devil that whispered in your ear. but perhaps it was too late now.

lhs × fem!reader ∿ 1.7k ⬩ angst ⬩ vague depictions of addiction, main character death ⬩ inspired by 1AM Freestyle | Joji

ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ.

“I just don’t get why you can’t let me in!” Heeseung’s voice cracks, desperation leaking out of his words. His eyes are wide, pleading, filled with tears that spill over his cheeks, only breaking your heart further. “Let me see, baby. Let me help you,” he begs, his hands gripping your arms. His touch burns now—no longer the summery warmth you once craved. “I know you can make it, but you can’t make it alone.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, but the words feel foreign. Wrong. A whisper from your past, a version of yourself that you know no longer exists. The tears streaming down your face don’t feel like they’re yours. You don't feel real anymore.

It’s been like this for months. You and Heeseung—no, you have been fighting yourself for months. He’s been trying to see you, to understand you, but all you’ve done is lock him out. You’ve been too afraid to let him in. You didn’t want him to see. To stay behind to help someone you no longer recognize.

“I don’t want you to wait for someone already dead and gone,” you mutter, the words bitter on your tongue. “You don’t deserve that.”

Heeseung sighs, his grip loosening. Despite his burning touch gone, he faces you, eyes still full of love, the very thing you’ve been terrified of. “I love you,” he confesses, his voice raw. “I would stay till you’re resurrected and learn to find yourself again.”

He turns. Not in anger, never in anger. Just… tired. “I just wish you had the will to help yourself.”

He walks away in the rain. You can’t hear drops, only the heaviness of his footsteps that fade with each step he takes.

The earthy scent that once comforted you now haunts you. It’s colder now—sharper, crueler. There’s no goodbye kiss. Not this time. Only his sad eyes, watching you from a distance, begging you to stay safe—safe from yourself.

ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ.

You begin isolating yourself. Outside feels like a place you’re no longer meant to be a part of. And your apartment? It reeks of distant memories of a ghost—someone who no longer found a home there.

It was autumn when he left. Or was it spring? You weren’t sure anymore.

You see him in everything. In the teacup with the chip on its rim—the one he always drank out of when he stayed over, the one you couldn’t stomach to throw away because he adored its imperfection. He used to say it had a “personality,” that it was okay to be broken. Maybe you should’ve paid more attention to his words back then.

You see him in the elephant plush he won for you at the arcade, still nestled between your bed with one of its feet badly sewn back together. You remember when it tore off. It wasn’t supposed to happen. Just a tiny accident, between nights of laughter. He got caught between the crossfire, his stuffing spilling across the bed along with your tears.

You can’t forget the way Heeseung sat there for hours, learning to sew on the spot, just to patch him back up for you. He pricked his fingers countless times, laughing at how clumsy he was.

And in the end, he smiled at you—the same smile always reserved just for you. “See, Mr. Peanut is okay! His leg may be a bit wonky now, but he’s happy!”

You never had the heart to get rid of him—not when Heeseung did all that just to make your smile again. Not when Mr. Peanut is the only thing left in your apartment that smells like him. The only thing that still feels real.

And you could never forget the way he stayed with you, even when the burn was the only thing that made you feel good. He never judged you, all Heeseung wanted was to help you—support you, be the backbone you needed when the noise and burn was all too much. But it was never enough, wasn’t it?

You’ve started writing to cope.

It was hard at first, trying to voice how you feel. To find the words that describe the noise in your head, to manage without the scorching burn to comfort you. But eventually, things got easier. Eventually, letters bear fruit. First, to yourself, then to Heeseung—apologising for the things you couldn’t say, for being so unforgiving of yourself, the mistakes you made.

You feared being human. And maybe that was your biggest mistake of all.

Soon, the letters started spilling out onto the walls. As crazy as it sounds, you prayed the walls could talk. Prayed they could speak to Heeseung, hoping that one day he could see them, feel them, understand the words you have been afraid of saying. Understand that you finally realize that this is what it means to be human, even if it causes you so much pain.

ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴡɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

It doesn’t take long before sleep becomes the only thing that calls you—the only escape. You don’t know how long it had been, but the will to call him—to hear his voice, even if it was just for a minute—is long gone.

Not when you see him enjoying his life to the fullest, surrounded by people who aren't you. That’s why you settle for the dreams—reliving the memories, because it was selfish to wish for a man who looked alive without you, only wishing you could go back to the way things were then.

But soon, those happy memories morph and twist into nightmares you can’t seem to escape. Now, you only relive that night, over and over again—to the point where it becomes oddly comforting. It's different seeing Heeseung in a dream-like state, opposed to real life, where he's no longer with you. At least in your dreams, you can still feel the burning warmth he has; behind a screen, he’s unable to offer you that.

It always leaves you trembling and drenched in sweat when you wake up. Only Mr. Peanut fills the space he once was, but it isn’t enough. His lopsided smile only offers you meagre comfort before you crave more.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t slip between those cracks again, that you wouldn’t fall. Yet here you are, caught in the same cycle, fighting the same battle. Staying sober feels impossible when your worst enemy is the voice inside your head.

The burn that you once felt against your skin now slides down your throat smoothly, with grace. It doesn’t provide comfort, just a way to ease things. You promised yourself to change—for yourself and him—but it isn’t easy when the world around you is always gray.

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ, ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ.

With each burn, a part of his face fades into fog—until you’re left wondering if he was ever really there at all.

The only thing you’re left with is a name for a ghost you’re chasing after. Lee Heeseung. A name that slowly starts to lose its shape, the echo of a song you once knew. Now, it’s something you can barely recall.

You begin painting. The brushstrokes are erratic—desperate to recreate the summery warmth that no longer exists, one replaced by a burn that’s sharp and unforgiving. You want to remember how his body felt against your skin—the smile that coated his features, the way his voice settled in between your cracks and made you whole.

But the paint never feels right. Unable to capture his warmth—the very essence of his being. No medium is able to capture him correctly, instead creating something that he will never be. It’s all muddled, a version of him that was never real.

Correction only makes it worse. Strokes are now harsher, angrier— tearing through the canvas, leaving behind jagged lines and splashes of colour that only seem louder than before.

It isn’t the canvas that’s left broken and torn—it’s you. Sobbing, barely sober, curled against the floor, forgetting why you were even painting to begin with. This wasn’t going to bring him back. In fact, it only makes you forget him more.

A harsh reality awakens in you—a reality that the burn you sorted after wasn’t helping you cope at all—never healing you.

All it did was erase parts of you both. Pieces you’ll never get back.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ.

It takes a long time, but you’re trying.

Recovery isn’t linear, and it isn’t easy—it wasn’t meant to be. Today feels like the day he left. It’s raining. Again. It’s cruel, almost as if it’s mocking you. But then you hear the knock on your door that causes a lump to form in your throat.

You run to the door, eager to believe it's him. It has to be, right? But doubt makes you freeze. What if it were someone else? Another senseless dream?

With shaky hands, you open the door, and you see the figure under the streetlight, soaked from the rain. The figure feels blurry, but it has to be him. You choke back a sob as you rush into his arms, desperate to feel that familiar warmth you crave.

Heeseung. It’s him.

You whisper his name, looking up at him, but his face is still blurred, there's nothing to make sense of. And that scares you.

Suddenly, his warmth fades, and something colder settles in his place. The taste of something metallic coats your tongue, and your body falters.

That’s when you realize you were never embracing him at all.

You stumble, hitting the floor. A sharp breath escapes you, and with it all the pain you’ve been holding, rushes in. You don’t have the strength to move or to make sense of anything. All you see are bright lights, the world blurring as Heeseung and the rain slip away.

You know now—you can make it, but not alone. Not like this.

But now, you aren’t sure if you’re alive—or if you’ve become that ghost with a forgetful face.

꒰✩꒱ my first drabble and enha piece (❁´◡`❁) i hope you guys enjoyed <3

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hoonieyun · 7 days ago

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munch gamer ! heeseung drabble lol

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hoonieyun · 7 days ago

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to the person currently reading my tennis heeseung smau i hope u enjoy it hehehe

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hoonieyun · 7 days ago

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writing yandere!hee bc we can't stfu about it yeah ...

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