jayla 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

[jaylavrainydays]

Jayla | she/her | 18

requests and asks are open!

boy groups i write for:

stray kids — zerobaseone — p1harmony — boynextdoor — enhypen — tomorrowxtogether — ateez — nct127 — nctwish — got7 — seventeen — riize — shinee (no jonghyun, lets respect his passing.) — kickflip — treasure — wannaone — &team — xdinary heroes — tws — ampersandone

girl groups i write for:

aespa — le serrafim — loona — twice — katseye — newjeans(minji and hanni only) — ive — itzy — gidle — izone — triples — illit — unis — nmixx — babymonster

what i dont do:

female idol x male reader — smut over passed idols — smut on problematic idol — thats pretty much it ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

[jaylavrainydays]

and i smile when i think of — all the times we had. ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

˖°🌊⋆🐚🫧 cw: angst, situationship, mention of bipolar disorder, physical touch, hand holding, hugging, time-skip, crying, cliffhanger (lmk if u want a pt2 i really didn’t like how this story ended up because i didn’t think ahead of time and js went ahead and made it)

you and soobin have been in the most bipolar situationship ever. you both didn’t know when you wanted eachother, but at the same time you both always wanted eachother. you just would never commit, neither would soobin.

you and soobin would cuddle on his couch, him twirling your hair between his fingers as he spooned you. sometimes, in the freezing cold you two would lay on his rooftop as you watched the sunset. wearing his scarf.

soobin always had a calm temper and would always be kind to you, no matter what— he would never break your heart. or so you both thought.

it was a cold december morning when you and soobin were walking down the sidewalk together, holding hands and hugging you almost every minute he could. he never usually acted like this. he was clingy, but never this clingy, besides you two weren’t nothing more than a situation.

you two walked into a coffee shop, gentle and calm music played in the background. there was very minimum customers— that’s what made it more comfortable.

“i’ll have a hot coffee with two pumps of vanilla creamer, please,” you said to the waitress at the counter, she nodded then looked at soobin, gesturing that she needed his order next— but soobin’s gaze was too busy focusing on you.

you looked over, looking up at soobin. his gaze wasn’t filled with love or admiration— it was filled with sadness and forgiveness but you shook your head and forgot about how his gaze looked.

“uhh— soobin, it’s your turn to order,” you said, gently hitting his shoulder for him to refocus his gaze.

“oh, uh sorry, i’ll get the same thing as her,” soobin said nodding. the waitress gave a gentle smile to gesture that the order was being prepared. so you and soobin went to find a table.

you both sat down at a cozy small booth in the back corner of the small café.

“soobin. you’ve been acting weird all day, what’s going on?”you asked him genuinely, he looked at you and sighed. running his large hands through his hair.

“just feeling clingy today, i guess,” he said dishonestly. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion until the waitress called your number. you scooted out of the booth and went to get your drinks, sitting back down across from soobin.

the next day, you were awoken by a cool breeze coming in through your window. you got out of bed and slipped your slippers on, walking towards the window and shutting it, before pulling out your phone.

“soobin, wanna hang at the beach today, it’s cold, but it’s still pretty.” you texted soobin. no reply. he was usually on his phone at this time in the morning, texting you back in the speed of lightning.

you raised a brow in confusion and then checked his location. the airport. why was he at the airport? was a family member arriving in their city or leaving their city?

until an awful thought popped into your head. what if he’s leaving. you didn’t want to overthink it but if was taking over your brain so you quickly dressed up in thick clothing and slipped off your slippers, putting your boots on.

you ran out of the front door before starting up your car and driving to the airport that soobin was at.

you immediately got out of the car and ran into the airport, looking around for soobin. you ran up the escalator, looking at every boarding gate, until you saw soobin. his tall 6’1 figure boarding onto a plane.

“soobin!” you called out, trying to catch your breath. soobin turned around and slowly raised his hand, waving goodbye slowly.

your heart nearly dropped, there was no way— this wasn’t the end was it. you were too stunned to even move a single muscle in your body. now you know why he was so clingy yesterday. but why? why was he leaving.

as the gates closed, you ran to one of the windows in the airport before watching the plane take off. right there, in the middle of the airport; tears falling down your cheeks. your heart felt like it was being twisted and twisted over and over again until it would snap like a rope.

you slowly fell to your knees, putting your hands on your face. wishing soobin would have just told you why he was leaving the city. or at least how long he was going to be gone for.

it had been 2 years since soobin had moved away with no explanation. you were sitting at the beach— the very beach you two would always hang out at. it was freezing, but you didn’t care.

you sat on the beach in the middle of the winter, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore like they were mad— bringing a nostalgic feeling through the air, giving you deja vu.

you always saw soobin in everything, but once you realized it was there, it would disappear.

you always would think of soobin. smiling as you thought of all the times you had. you just wanted to see him one more time in your life.

it felt like your life was falling apart ever since he had left and all you wanted was for him to show again. but as how many years had passed and there was no sign or trace of him anywhere, your hope that soobin coming back slowly faded into just nostalgia.

you started to hear someone’s large boots hitting the sand as they walked up behind you. you thought it was just a stranger, a random person, until they spoke up.

“y/n.”

[jaylavrainydays]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 cw: g!p, orgasms, pet name(baby), forced kiss, making out, fingering, moaning, missionary, aftercare.

men dni — minors dni.

you’ve always been known as the rich and popular girl at school, who almost all of the boys would fangirl over— maybe even a couple girls.

recently your mom has been bugging you about getting a tutor to get your grades up. you refused repeatedly and told your mom you’d try harder— but she clearly didn’t believe you.

one day, while you were sitting at the dining table playing on your phone and waiting for your mom to finish cooking, the door bell rang. “y/n, go get that!” your mom said— you rolled your eyes at her but did as you were told.

you walked to the front door, opening it. you saw one of your classmates— daniela. she was a total loser and had no friends. but goddamn, she was smart as fuck.

daniela was holding a few textbooks in her arms, her glasses sitting perfectly on her face but she still had the audacity to push them up.

“uhm— i’m here to tutor you.” she said, her voice sounding like she was scared of you, but she was just shy. or maybe she was scared of you, who knows?

“i didn’t hire a tutor.” you said, laughing with little humor before starting to shut the door, but you were stopped by your mom who pulled the door open.

“i hired her.” your mom said, crossing her arms in front of you. “but mom, you’re a grown adult?” you snickered but your mom didn’t find it funny.

“she’s for you, y/n. go sit at the table and get to work.” your mom said, you were speechless. how could you mom go and do this behind your back?

your mom invited daniela in, you didn’t argue with your mom because you didn’t want to get grounded— after all, you had just gotten ungrounded for arguing with your mom.

you were dressed in a loose white graphic t-shirt over a black strappy tank top, paired with dark denim shorts.

of course, you would’ve dressed more differently if you were expecting a guest. but you weren’t at all. but you didn’t really care— it was daniela; the loser.

you sat at the table and daniela sat down next to you, setting down the textbooks. “y/n, i’m sorry for not telling you i was going to be tutoring you..” daniela whispered so your mom wouldn’t hear.

“i don’t really care— let’s just get on with it.” you said, waving your hands in the air then opening one of the textbooks.

daniela was explaining a question to you, but your eyes started to linger on her thighs. her skirt was shirt so it was slightly folded over since she was sitting down.

you bit your lip, finding the view attractive. then you looked up at daniela. finding her quite attractive as well. you bit your lip.

daniela then caught you staring, she cleared her throat to catch your attention again. you looked up at daniela then grabbed her hand.

“mom, we’re going to work in my room.” you said, daniela looked at you confused but didn’t protest.

you made it to your room and she set down the textbooks on your desk. “so— why did we come in here, y/n?”

she asked, but before she could even blink again, you pushed her down on your bed, laying on top of her.

you started to make out with her, she put her hands on your shoulders, about to push you off but you pulled away yourself.

“please, daniela.” you said, looking at her, your lips wet from the contact of hers. daniela nodded then pulled you against her, your lips meeting again.

the kiss was deep and wet, it was like you were in heaven. it was way better than any other boys. you could taste her cherry lip gloss against your lips, turning you on even more.

you kept moaning against her lips, trying to contain yourself so your mom wouldn’t here, but daniela’s lips were too fucking good to not.

your hand reaches to daniela’s skirt— but you feel something.. off?

you look up at her, daniela swallowing her spit hard. “daniela, what is this?” you say your hand not leaving her ‘pussy’.

daniela’s face is as red as a strawberry at this point, you can tell she’s really embarrassed.

“it’s okay, baby.” you say, understanding. you slip her skirt off slowly, seeing her dick. you bite your lip, it was so fucking attractive.

daniela pulled you against her then flipped you over. “y/n, i can’t control myself— you’re so fucking hot.” daniela said, kissing you again

she started to pull down your shorts then take of your shirt. you were already getting wet.

daniela then caressed her hand all the way down your body. her long slender fingers rubbing over your folds. moans escaping your lips.

daniela knew your mom was home, so she put her hands over your mouth— making sure you don’t get caught.

her fingers then slipped into your pussy, you almost screamed against her hand. she pumped her fingers in and out of your pussy, your legs starting to tremble.

“daniela..i’m gonna— fuck.” you said into her hand before you let yourself go, releasing all over her fingers. daniela smirked and licked her fingers clean.

daniela then started to stroke herself before putting her dick against your pussy slowly slipping it in. you moaned loudly but faintly against her hand again.

daniela started to pump her dick in and out of your pussy slowly, before increasing her speed. your hands landed on her shoulders your eyes rolling back into your skull, you never expected daniela to be like this.

your legs started to shake again, your body trembling.

you then came again, but daniela kept going— your legs were trembling and you felt a tear fall from your eye.

“fuck—“ daniela said then pulled out, stroking herself then cuming on your stomach, biting her lip as she watched her release cover your stomach.

daniela then pulled you into a hug, your body still trembling. she then turned over, having you lay on top of her, her hand running through your hair gently.

“i love you.” daniela; the loser, said.