jaeyunpup

[jaeyunpup]

our little kitty. —sjy,psh x fem reader. suggestive, fluff. established rs w psh sjy and reader. !!pet play, soft dom hoon + jake, sub reader, food play(?)!!

yns two boyfriends are the sweetest. as sweet as vanilla ice cream. a creamy, filling taste that reaches your heartspace and cranium. but, they’re always at work while she sits alone on her frilled bed sheets.

but today they’re here, for her. ‘baby,’ jaeyun starts after being jittery for a few minutes, ‘me and sunghoon bought a gift for you and we wanna try something new okay?’, he fidgets while picking a sleek black box from the bottom drawer. before she can respond, he places it gently into her lap as sunghoon pets her hair solemnly. her widened eyes look up at jaeyun’s for reassurance, he nods. her small hands find the baby pink bow and picks at it.

the box tranquilly opens, revealing at lace set of brown cat ears, a matching brown tail, and a silk ivory headband. her hands feel at the soft fabrics as jaeyun gnaws at his bottom lip. her eyes trail from sunghoon to jaeyun, looking for a reaction. she stutters, ‘I uhm I like this, thank you’ she mutters, looking down.

jaeyun and sunghoon share a glance with eachother, sharing a smirk. ‘can we put these on for you doll?’, sunghoon states looking her directly into her glossy eyes. a simple, silent nod is all it takes for sunghoon and jaeyun to take one item and leap onto her like hungry wolves eating a innocent bunny. the kitty ears clip into place by sunghoon’s long fingers, with the headband carefully tied by jaeyun onto the crown of her head. ‘up’, sunghoon states, tapping her hip. she compiles, obediently. jaeyun sits next to sunghoon, admiring their little kitty. ‘twirl princess.’, jaeyun speaks up, sounding more commanding then light. she spins, the laced blush babydoll dress making itself known to the boys.

jaeyun pouts in thought, ‘lie down pup’, he nods his head towards the space behind him on the bed. she gently lowers herself behind him as he stands and leaves silently, but not before giving sunghoon a glance. ‘our little kitty, hm?’, sunghoon hints, rubbing her small tummy. ‘we wanna try something new and different today, if you don’t like anything we do just say so okay princess?’, sunghoon states, serious. a quick nod from yn is cut of from jaeyun returning, whipped cream and a vanilla ice cream tub in hand.

‘mmm so pretty and ready for us huh?’, jaeyun leans down onto yn, leaving loving kisses across her face. giggles fill the room as sunghoon shifts to set up the decorative deserts. sunghoon taps the back of jaeyun’s nape with two fingers to pull him back. jaeyun wines but complies. they both sit on their knees glancing at yn. jaeyun is the first to pick up an accessory, the whipped cream. he squirts some into her plump,rosy lips, enlightening a small squeak from her. he licks it off with kisses, his teeth biting at her lip to enter her mouth. his tongue devours her whole, with the creamy essence in between.

a soft hum leaves jaeyun’s lips as he shakes the can to lightly spray more onto her cheeks, doing the same motion of licking, sucking and kissing. sunghoon silently watches, as an idea sparks into him. he slowly lifts her dress up to her frail ribs, without her noticing thanks to jaeyun. sunghoon carries on with opening the vanilla tub, taking a greedy scoop onto his index finger, smearing it onto her stomach. yn silently screams as the cold, soft-served cream kisses her skin. jaeyun giggles, looking down as does sunghoon. ‘wha-’, yn starts but is cut off by sunghoon going down and sucking the melting cream off of her. a guttural moan leaves the back of his defined throat, leaving marks and hickeys around the salivated area.

‘our little kitty taking this so well yeah’, sunghoon mumbles beneath her as jaeyun agrees, continuing to kiss up and down. starting at her neck, to her chest, till he meets sunghoon.

both of the boys biting and using her like starved puppy’s, as she sits and enjoys it like a trained little kitten.

[jaeyunpup]

𝟮𝟬0͟9͟ ╰╮ 𝒚ou'𝓇e ​ m​y​ ​ b​e​s​𝓉​ ​ ​ ⫘ f​r​i​e​n​d​

​ 𝒻or ​ t​h​e​ ​ r​ꫀ​s​t​ ​ ꩜f ​ ⵓ m​𝓎​ ​ l͟​i͟​f͟​𝑒​ ⌇

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[jaeyunpup]

don't talk to strangers

or you might 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒

[jaeyunpup]

—Princess ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃

sjy x fem reader. fluff, angst, Sh, comfort, pls do not read if Sh triggers you! take care of yourself baby.

reader relapses, jaeyun helps her.

࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃

y/n and jaeyun are slightly fresh in their relationship, like the first bite out of a poisoned apple. their pure love bloomed in spring, april 14th 2007. but, summer is nearing- jaeyun is thrilled for the beach for the outfits for the sweet coating of sweat. until he isn’t.

jaeyun has always noticed y/n’s habit of wearing covering clothing, wether it be a hoodie, long sleeved, a cardigan, or even the baggiest clothing which makes her look slightly bigger than 40kg. however, he never dwelled on the thought, he let her have her comfort and space as she wishes. you should never judge someone without knowing them.

but he is starting to worry, as she sweats with thin linings glistening during the july months. jaeyun, as fresh and free as cold watermelon during the suffocating heat, contrasts her. she’s constantly covered, as if she’s freezing from guilt.

it’s only when one sticky summer night in their weekly sleepover, does jaeyun confide in her. his little puppy sound asleep on his chest, she fell asleep, her sleeves rolled slightly up. jaeyun’s eyes widen by a inch. his prettiest princess, why would she slit her soft lamb skin?

࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃

‘baby, baby wake up, please.’ jaeyun begs her. he has to know, he has to keep his doll safe, always and forever. the girl hums and mumbles incoherent words while shifting awake. rub, rub, her eyes are puffy-matching her pouty lips. ‘hm, what’s wrong jakey?’, her doe eyes question his sincere ones.

‘princess,’ he manages to speak up, ‘why didn’t you tell me?’. his gaze travels down to her succulent arms. his princess’s content pupils drop. she realises, of course she’d fall asleep now and her sleeves roll up to show too much for comfort. of course she felt confident enough to wear short sleeves underneath. what a dumb bitch.

jaeyun notices the dangerous thoughts flooding her mind, ‘it’s okay baby, let me make it better for you okay princess?’, he holds her as if she’ll break. a fragile angel.

gentle touches are left on the arms of her hoodie. it peels off, uncomfortably slowly, her comforting skin peels off with it. now she is naked, she feels belittled, exposed. As if her organs are out on display, a dumb little girl who’s forehead has just been flicked by an immature 6 year old bully.

jaeyun leaves kisses across her scalp, forehead and every one of her memories. he acknowledges her, he helps his princess.

࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃

tears run from her puffed up irises to the ivory, soft bandages that cradle her scars. jake runs his smooth, gentle hands across her pinky cheeks, ‘I love you, no matter what okay?, you’re my princess and I will always take care of you.’ y/n nods silently as jaeyun’s larger frame embraces her. ‘cmon doll let’s go sleep now okay.’, jaeyun states.

jaeyun holds his princess, lightly but with enough force that she’ll stay. her sniffles and silent sobs come to a stop, leaving her slow, innocent breaths to fill the room with jaeyun following after her.

࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃

(hii! I wrote this since I struggle a lot with relapsing, jake is really comforting to me so I thought this would help me a bit. pls do not read if this triggers you!! pls take care of yourself baby, now I’m gonna go sleepy goodnight my loves)

[jaeyunpup]

my secret angel ㅤ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ㅤ

sim jaeyun x fem reader

angst, fluff(?), forbidden love, stalker, yandere!jake, Stockholm syndrome.

sypnosis : a locked away angel, taken by her protecter-Jake finally realises her ‘worth’

tw!!! : yandere themes, abusive themes, mention of 3d and sh, Stockholm Syndrom, slight agere . please do not read of these trigger you!

ㅤ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ㅤ

how can a perfect doll be corrupted? jaeyun’s beautiful corrupted angel, secret angel.

y/n lays stationary in the frilled, pink duvet. her ignorant tears slip up in distress across silicone skin. was she worthless or just a play-thing for her owner. hm, owner.

jaeyun always dresses his little doll up perfectly, babydoll dresses that ignite her liquid smooth biology. she’s ripe, in her prime. not a fallen angel, no, his succubus angel. cocaine on her lips which allure him, he’s such an addict. her beauty would overcome the overpopulated romanticisation of Catholicism.

laying still, as she’s told. magnificent nostalgia overwhelms her sinuses, jaeyun was so sweet so prophetical with his devotion to himself, as well as the plated cross which laid promoting his succulent collarbones. a warm smile, pigmented blush when complimented and his arabesque body wrapped around her frail frame. comforting.

her bruises are memories, to be played over and over. hypnotising her mind into love. his love.

angel , jaeyun softly calls out, contrasting the harsh marks on her lamb skin. doll you look so pretty, what are you doing, hm?, he sits beside her. she bats her overwhelmed eyelids towards his features, perfectly sculpted face, perfect nose bridge, puppy eyes which she would do anything for. hm? im sleepy, she whispers as if her voice would crack like withered leather from the late sixty’s.

jaeyun sighs, a grateful sigh, as he caresses her swollen ankle attached to the silver chain to the wooden, floral patterned bed frames. he taps her ankle, thigh, small tummy up to her beautiful carved wrists. he imagines her scars carry floral patterns in baby pink shades, butterflies dotted around. his sweet bunny.

you’ve been a good girl today bunny, he states, gently. 2 months is all it took to mould her into his own doll, him-the doll maker. the little times of happiness flashed through him,

the innocent, shattered glass shards kiss her silk skin, his love feeding into her veins. satin blood in drops onto his sandalwood scented suit.

his calloused, large hands lather her thighs, melodic scars hum a siren song to him, inducing him further.

I think you deserve a treat for being such a good pup, don’t you baby?, he sweetly smiles. her sugarcoated lips swirl into a hearty, heavy smile too. he takes this as conformation and swiftly lifts her up. his little doll.

a chaste, eternal kiss is left upon her puffy eyelids, cheeks, her bony figure. jaeyun always lived for control, every aspect of her life-he controlled, he filled her with empty calories.

her soft lashes close as she embraces her divinity, her purpose until she feels a spongy, ribbed texture sit on her plumped lips. a small squeak escapes her. a raspberry?

berry?, the isolated word plunged out of her powdered vocal chords before she can grasp onto her words. hmmm yes princess you deserve it, he says with a tint of tease in his tone. as if he’s testing her.

but she has permission, right. she’s allowed to, isn’t she?

however, she can’t . or won’t. her lips refuse to pucker, open for obedience. she hasn’t eaten in days, but the lingering feeling of need for nutrients poisons her. her widened doe eyes linger at his, searching for an honest approach.

jaeyun stifles a laugh, smirking instead. well done dolly, your tummy must hurt but it’s good- only water for now okay?, he shushes her breathe. complete control.  ྀིྀི,𓍯𓂃,♡

jaeyun swiftly lifts her up, light as a feather , light as an angel. her small frame is placed on his lap, you deserve a sweet treat bunny, jaeyun smiles. a small peck is placed on her lips, short which carries nostalgia. jaeyun hums into the kiss, even though y/n isn’t reciprocating as much as he would prefer.

what an innocent angel, she doesn’t even know how to kiss. or is she just a dumb puppy that needs to be reminded of how to? he takes the latter as reality, his personal shaped reality. what? you forgot?, jake starts, let me reteach you baby.

minutes have gone by, maybe hours. she doesn’t know, a dumb little doll doesn’t need to comprehend time. her body is swollen and sore from leather and his beautiful, melodic hands. she is carved perfectly, put back into place after use time and time again.

his perfectly corrupted angel.

[jaeyunpup]

hiiii! im a silly bunny who loves enhypen!

I write fics for fun (fluff, smut, suggestive, angst)

none of my writings represent the idols in real life in any way!!

pls leave requests n asks!

lob u byebye <33