on the discussion of contract renewals/departures, i just want to remind everyone that it is not parasocial to feel genuinely sad about and by such news.
when you’ve followed a group, whether it be years or even days and hours — eras of their lives in your own, the artists naturally become tied to your memories. the music stayed with you during different moments of your life, so of course the creators behind it end up meaning something too.
departure from a group is upsetting for a lot of fans, reasonably so, and that’s okay. feeling emotional over the fact doesn’t mean you think you control an artist’s life or decisions nor does it mean you think of yourself as more than just a fan.
it is only proof that their work and the time you spent supporting them meant something to you and will always be worth it.
sometimes there isn’t even a clear explanation or understanding of why things happen the way they do. and that uncertainty only make it hurt even more.
if you feel heavy about it, please remember that you’re allowed to grieve the space someone held in something you loved.
you can respect whatever path an artist chooses while still grieving the version of things you loved. both of those feelings can exist at the same time. please don’t let anyone make you feel embarrassed for caring.
empathy and attachment to art & the people who create it is a very human thing and our idols would hate to see us surpressing the love we have.
My Enhablr writers, remind yourself you are not obligated to be constantly active and writing.
We'd rather have your unannounced silence for days or decades and see you suddenly show up, than read your post about archiving, deactivating, or deleting like it's a proper goodbye.
Remind yourself the freedom to click the home button and forget about the Tumblr app for as long as you like and comeback again only when you want to. Readers will miss you, yes, but they never go away.
There will be new writers too, but none of you ever outshines another. In here, you just make a name for yourself and let that be added to the long list of remarkable Enhablr writers—you'll never fade out. (seriously, no one has ever forgotten authors like drunkhazed, paralyzedparadiseonmytongue, etc. and y'all know the community will still eat their shit up when they suddenly comeback even years after)
So, go live your life with your tumblr notifs off and comeback only when you have the urge to write again. You don't have to promise your readers anything—whether it's your return or goodbye. You're not obliged to do so. Live at your own pace and calling. We'd rather see you busy tumblr off than burnt out tumblr on. This is not your job. There are no deadlines.
ᝰ.ᐟ warnings - established relationship, smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, sex toys (vibrator), description of explicit noises
<3 mail from livi!
hey guys, guess who's back to finally feed you with a jungwon smut oneshot! it's been a while since i last posted due to the crazy workload of uni and now collecting photocards and all, but i hope that this was worth the wait and you all enjoy reading (especially my lovely @iclimbjungwon)! please feel free to yell at me in my inbox to get some more writing done from here on out to keep me on track haha! ^^ love you all!
it was day nineteen of your boyfriend being on tour and you felt like you were going to jump out of your skin just so that you could go touch his again. for even just one second at this point.
just a single mention of him would have your blood pumping faster and faster before the person could even enunciate the ieung in his name, the life fluid pumping furiously through your body along your veins and arteries. you could especially feel it flowing warmly down to the crux of your things, your heartbeat pulsing through the little bud down there that rubbed in just the right soft little way when your legs pressed together unconsciously.
yang jungwon. the most considerate, thoughtful, and most of all, sexy man you'd ever been in a relationship with. he was every girl's dream boyfriend, and yours had just so happened to come true.
except dreams didn't last forever and jungwon's career as an idol was a huge wake up call for the both of you. life had seemed so happy and like nothing could interrupt those nights spent together, sweet and spicy at different times. at least, until enhypen's world tour started almost three weeks ago and jungwon had left early in the morning after a long, tearful hug and passionate kiss while the van that would take him to the airport waited in the parking lot of your apartment complex.
he was halfway across the world, and you missed him in…more ways than just one. god every time you'd go on instagram or tiktok and just scroll, smiling at all of the wholesome videos that engenes were posting of their concerts, it would always end in the same thing happening.
those wholesome, cutesy videos would turn into the alluringly sexy edits that some talented fans clipped together impossibly fast in only hours after the conclusion of their concerts, and the minute you saw your boyfriend in one, you were a goner.
pussy throbbing. legs pressing together. shifting uncomfortably as you naturally ground against yourself for a moment before stopping. it was too satisfying yet not satisfying enough–all at the same time.
neither of you had really brought up the subject of how you were going to handle your physical needs while apart—not wanting to think about it during the precious time you had together—but you already knew what you wanted to do.
it just didn't feel right pleasuring yourself without jungwon right next to you or hovering over you. almost as if a piece of that atmosphere in the bedroom was missing and you just physically couldn't touch yourself and get that pleasure that—deep down—you were really desiring.
the sound of the special ringtone that only jungwon's contact had made you jump a little bit from where you were sitting lost in thought on your bed, phone abandoned beside you on the duvet.
speak of the man and he shall call, you thought with a little giggle, practically diving at the phone to answer it.
"won!! i hope your concert went well tonight! you guys just got done a couple of hours ago, right?"
the sound of your voice made jungwon's cheeks turn up in a smile, a faint chuckle escaping him despite the exhaustion that he could feel throughout his entire body.
"hey baby, yeah we just finished up and got back to the hotel. i just got out of the shower actually," the raspy tone of his voice made your legs press together without you even realizing it. he always sounded like that after a hard day of work, and you'd gotten far to used to that meaning that it was time for him to wreck you in your bed.
you pouted, lips pressing together as you responded in a teasing tone. if only you could have been on call ten minutes ago. both lips would have been drooling for your man.
"and you didn't facetime me during that shower? it's like you don't even know me won. i miss you…"
the arousing sight was really getting to jungwon quickly, him used to seeing that face right in front of him and not through a screen as you asked him prettily to let you suck him off or fuck you.
his tightening pants didn't help much either, the thick length of him pressing painfully even against the flexible material of the sweatpants he’d just thrown on. every little movement you made just attributed to each and every twitch of his dick underneath the material that he was oh so familiar with constricting his arousal.
“oh baby don’t worry, i didn’t leave you out of anything but washing off sweat,” jungwon chuckled. the noise echoed sexily from his throat, exactly how it would when he was teasing you while standing half naked between your legs and about to fuck you. “i wouldn’t do that to my angel.”
you must have shifted to press your legs together a little more obviously than you thought because the next minute, jungwon was telling you in that deep, grounding voice of his to shed the thin panties that you’d slipped on before sitting on top of the covers of your bed.
the elastic snapped lightly against your hip as you slid a fingertip underneath the waistband and began tugging them down, shifting as you set your phone on the bed for a temporarily boring view of the ceiling before the real view of you in your full glory.
jungwon waited for a second while you slid them off, still throbbing between his own legs, but when the sight of your pussy, a gorgeous sight that he loved, popped up in front of his eyes, his rock-hard length was impossible to keep contained in his pants any longer.
he yanked the waistband down, the sound of rustling fabric on his end making you pulse and clench as he tugged his own bottoms off one handed as the other held your image on his phone aloft before his face.
finally all the clothes were gone. not really as a barrier between yourselves, but it kinda was. just of the visual sense and not the typical physical manner when you two were together.
"aw sweetheart you're dripping for me, aren't you—" jungwon’s eyes darkened impossibly more as he stared at the glistening apex of your thighs, legs spread just enough for him to be teased by your wet folds but not too much as for him to see everything.
you giggled softly, the throes of that dripping arousal gathering between your legs making you drunk on the feeling of lust spreading through your body. “she just misses you won, that’s all.”
“oh i bet she does. how many times have you tried to satisfy her already while i’ve been gone?” the smirk on his face was evident in jungwon’s voice as he looked on proudly, watching you squirm at words that he knew only amplified the arousal growing at the base of your stomach.
a pout formed on your lips before you could stop it, saddened in a dramatic way about the actual number of times you’d been somewhat satisfied physically since your boyfriend had been gone.
“zero times actually won,” your voice softened as your mind started softly pleading with you to beg your boyfriend to guide you into even the smallest of orgasms. “i didn’t want to leave you out or do anything without you. it just doesn’t feel right.”
“oh,” jungwon’s voice turned almost smug, except in a curious way. “so you haven’t touched yourself at all while we’ve been away on tour?”
"no—i haven't. if you're not here it just doesn't feel the same and i don't want to make myself feel good without making you feel good too."
god if he’d been any less experienced than now or just particularly desperate for you, that could have just caused jungwon to cream his pants. he was by no means controlling like that, but the idea that you’d thought of him first and waited instead of falling into your desires while he was gone made his stomach twist in knots that he’d only felt before while inside of you.
"you're so considerate baby. such a sweet little thing thinking of her boyfriend like that—"
in your eyes, you weren’t the important one right now, even if you were beginning to feel your wetness drip onto the comforter beneath you. it was almost certain that jungwon hadn’t gotten much time to relax at all with the crazy scheduling of enhypen’s ongoing world tour, and you wanted to help him let some stress out. it was the least you could do for all that he did for you despite his crazy workload as an idol.
"of course! oh and since we're talking now about this sort of thing, i'll help you relieve some stress and get yourself off won!”
another dark chuckle escaped jungwon’s mouth as he stared at you through the screen of your phone with hooded eyes. "oh sweetheart, you're such an angel—but i'm not going to just get myself off by staring at that cute, drippy little pussy of yours and not help you feel good too. after all, you've been such a good girl waiting for me to get back before you even pleasured yourself."
a slight whimper escaped your lips at that. how was your boyfriend literally so hot and how did he have such a way with his words to make your arousal dribble out of you with only a few of them passing from his mouth and echoing into the room from your phone’s speaker.
but no. you refused to be that girl that gave in and was all desperate when jungwon clearly still deserved his release a lot more than you did, despite what he said.
"no—i promise it's really okay! you've been working so hard and you deserve it, and i'll earn it by being a good girlfriend and waiting for you to get back to cum with you instead of doing it on my own and only thinking about you—"
for all that you wanted the statement to sound like, the desperation that you were trying to mask couldn’t help but peek through a little bit by making your voice tremble as you tried to get your point across to jungwon. he just worked so hard–he totally deserved to get pampered for at least a little while, even if it was only over facetime.
you, on the other hand, seemed absolutely just precious and so arousing and gorgeous to jungwon all at the same time as he continued to stare at you, lips pressed up in that smirk that he knew made you so wet for him and kept you dripping.
"baby, this is exactly why you deserve to make yourself cum with me on the phone right now. how about you go grab that vibrator of yours out of your drawer, and i'll have you know that i've known about it for a long time now—"
just because you’d forgotten about it didn’t mean that you didn’t panic when the words came out of jungwon’s mouth. god what if he thought that he wasn’t good enough or that he wasn’t making you feel good–he already worked so hard and he really did make you feel incredible as your bodies came together, alight in pleasure.
"i promise i haven't used it since we started dating—it's just been sitting there and it's probably dead—" you started babbling as you rushed to explain it to him–why you had a toy in your nightstand when you had a boyfriend that slept next to you every night.
jungwon stopped you with yet another arousing chuckle. "oh i know sweetheart, you're just too good to do something like that behind me, and that's exactly why i charged it for you before i left—so that you and i could make do with having at least a little bit of fun while we're apart.”
lips parted in confusion and also due to the haze of arousal that was beginning to fog up your brain, all you could do was just sort of stare at the man you were on facetime with. jungwon was visibly groping his bulge through his pants, just rubbing at himself lightly when he absolutely could have already taken it out and been satisfying himself much more.
“well angel,” he pressed his own lips out in a sweet pout as his hands didn’t stop one bit. “are you going to let me watch you make yourself feel good with that toy?”
heat prickled all over your body as jungwon practically stared into your soul as you leant to the side of the camera and your phone to reach into your nightstand and pull the little toy out from the very back part of the top drawer.
as promised, the light on the vibrator lit up when you pressed the power button and held it down for just a moment, blinking before becoming a solid color, remaining alight when you looked back up at the hungry gaze of the man on your phone’s screen.
he’d since then shed the last layer of clothing on his own body, pants shucked to the floor out of sight and without you hearing, likely locked in on the heat of the moment when you were taking out your toy that you were about to use in front of him at his request.
“aww sweetheart, are you that desperate that you’re humping the air now? i can see you dripping, so why don’t you just go ahead and turn that vibrator of yours on and use it? i said you could,” his crooning voice called out to you, just making your pussy clench and drool even more impossibly so.
it surely had to be a modern wonder how wet he could make you when he wasn’t even on the same continent.
you let out a deep breath, full of tension that you hadn’t quite noticed building up within you until it was bubbling right back out.
just a little button. that was all you had to press. then you just had to press it to yourself like jungwon had told you that you could, and you could feel good and that’d make him feel good.
the humming and buzzing of the toy seemed thunderously loud in the otherwise quiet room–you could hear it over everything, the blood rushing through your head, the distant horn of a train, even the foot traffic outside of the elevator across from your apartment door.
you bit down on the skin of your lip a little bit as you glanced back up at jungwon nervously, eyes darting from your center to the vibrator and then right back to him.
he was sitting there, cunningly quiet as ever as he gestured for you to move your hand, the vibrations of the item in your hand making it numb as you hesitated.
and then you just decided to jump the gun and do it. jungwon wanted you to–in order to make the both of you feel good and you couldn’t help but feel guilty while you kept delaying it with his throbbing erection dripping beads of precome out of the tip as he sat on with you, unmoving.
the feeling of it as it first touched the sensitive bud at the top of your folds made your eyes flutter shut immediately–it just felt too differently good after being deprived of anything sex-related for the last several weeks. god the buzzing of it against you made your hips shift back and forth subtly as you lost yourself in only the beginning of the throes of pleasure that were sure to continue.
it was almost as if you were in a trance for who knows how long until the sound of jungwon’s slick fist pumping himself pulled you out of it. the wet sound of skin slapping as his hand hit flush with his pelvis with every stroke was doing almost as much for you as the vibrator on your clit.
a whine jumped out of your throat as your hips twitched against the vibrator, the quiet noise of it buzzing and the louder ones of lube and pre-come echoing through the speaker of your phone as jungwon continued to jerk himself off to your whimpers.
“ungh baby,” his voice sounded gravelly and strained as your boyfriend called out to you, moaning more than speaking at this point. “are you close? i am, and i know you want us to come together.”
you sucked a gasp in through your teeth. just a single press to the button your thumb was resting on made the toy rumble faster against your center in a way that sent each vibration straight to the knot winding tighter and tighter inside your stomach.
“yes wonnie!” you whimpered out, the pleasure practically taking over your brain.
you were so close. your peak was almost there, but you were still climbing, right about to reach the point that you’d then fall over into ecstasy.
all you had to do was let your hips keep subtly grinding against the vibrator pressed against your clit and let it buzz for just a little longer until you were finally…
“mphhh,” you both moaned at the same time, indeed reaching your peaks together despite being so many miles and hours apart.
it was truly mind-numbing, the orgasm you just fell into. your eyes couldn’t help but roll back into your head at the intense feeling and rush of sensation, your legs twitching alongside it as the hand holding the vibrator in place dropped weakly away from your center. you could barely even manage to turn the damn thing off, that was how much it’d melted your brain.
“holy–” the two of you sounded breathless to the other over the speakers of your phones, both of you lying flat on your respective beds as the adrenaline rush finally crashed into you after such an intense peak.
“i know–” jungwon panted, “we’ve got to do that every night i’m not home.”
you nodded and managed to halfway moan out an agreement. absolutely.
Synopsis - Y/N thought dorm life would be quiet… peaceful… survivable at least. She was wrong. Because right across the hall, in Room 512, lived the loudest person alive. Music at 2 a.m.? Check. Late - night arguments with his imaginary audience? Check. This unknowingly made him the 1 person she dreaded.
Pairing - Woonhak x Y/N
Prologue
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A/N - I LIKE TOTALLY FORGOT TO INTRODUCE THEIR PRIVS BUT I THINK YALL GET IT
I have tried to wash my hand of your dirt and stop bringing negativity to my space but your persistence is inspiring me… i can only imagine the absurd lies you all must be spewing amongst yourselves… the concept of me choosing not to be passive and to defend myself after my work (a story rooted in my lived experiences, my emotions, my mind, not some cocomelon ai generated plot for notes) gets plagiarized somehow being twisted into bullying… (what you hate is a woman speaking up for herself 😟🤷🏼♀️) i’m not even defending myself from being called a whore because i agree with you on that actually. YOU KNOW WHAT? go right ahead and add SLUT to the list too that one’s my personal favorite (#slutforparksunghoon) … but calling me a bully is CRAYZAY work considering you and your bum coven have been squatting and shitting in my inbox for three days straight. but i digress.
“it’s been a month let it go” my sweet baby child that’s almost turning 3 years old getting plagiarized by your friend (who took zero accountability publicly mind you) does not fall under the category of things we simply move on from. especially not after i NEWLY received screenshots of her premeditating that bullshit after she wasted (2) hours of my time going back and forth and calling me crazy for confronting her before i got an admission for “INSPIRATION”. INSPIRATION!!!!! NOT EVEN PLAGIRISM!!!!
there are real people behind these screens. the writers giving you the literature you so eagerly consume on this app are real people with real lives and real minds. delete the app then because nobody cares about you! we don’t exist solely to entertain you on command??? if we get plagiarized or if we get anon hate we are WELL within our rights to respond. you’re not entitled to silence just because you think about some peace and love bullshit and wish to flick your clit in silence. i’m sorry i ruined your entertainment on tumblr dot com do you wish to be fanned with a palm leaf while i feed you grapes your royal excellency ? do you want me to rub your feet too ?
But okay! if it’s not that Serious tell your bestie that then. maybe then she’ll finally stop stealing and writing for the love of the game and from the confinements of her own original mind and not the heart and mind of someone’s life work. 🤷🏼♀️
i did reach out leejenoworld and i genuinely tried to be as civil as humanly possible while asking her to stop because i KNOW it was her sending that. she denied it of course! but why on earth would i believe her when just a month ago she initially lied and played straight in my face and claimed it wasn’t plagiarism? NOT EVEN INSPIRED. here’s the messages she sent me a month ago! (which by the way i still haven’t read because i don’t respond kindly to people trying to toy with my time and energy. i don’t want you all to read this i just want to show you the insanity i dealt with):
I will spare you all the headache the universe did not spare me of reading through 6000 more paragraphs of pure and utter bullshit and just say that after Approximately 2 hours of her playing in my face THIS is where we reached: (please note that I retract my statement of me saying i would have hyped her up because there is a difference between plagirism and inspiration and i did not know her ROTTEN intent at the time)
i’ve genuinely tried to keep this negativity away from my space for the sake of my readers and for myself, all i’ve ever wanted is for this blog to be a home for my baby teeth and the sweet little community that’s formed around it… i joined tumblr solely to finally share a story i’ve spent years writing and to have a peaceful space and bubble for myself.
a month ago i chose not to share her @ because i understand that authors build little bubbles for themselves as a refuge from their own lives and i never wanted to be the reason someone loses that. but if protecting her bubble comes at the cost of me staying silent while my work is stolen dissected and mocked then i will choose myself and my work every single time. especially when i’ve been shown none of that same courtesy considering the way you hyenas have acted in my inbox.
i’m the #1 advocate for peace and love. but sometimes that peace and love can only be achieved with a well deserved whacking. 🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️ and PLEASE don’t mistake my calm or my self preservation in the face of hate as me thinking any of this is normal …. because it isn’t!!!!!! But i don’t care about being called a whore… or pathetic… i’m lucky and i’m loved and my life is full and god knows i’ve had far far heavier things thrown at me than silly anon drivel and i’m thankful for all of my hardships because it’s gotten me to a point where i can confidently say i don’t give a shit about what you say about me or my writing.
it just doesn’t change the fact that some of you are genuinely miserable and profoundly weird.
im very much alive guys aaaaaand,,, i started stanning boynextdoor recently sooo i might or might not have a draft (unfortunately,, still not finished </33) of bnd being teens in 2000s (again, ANGST (quick act suprised)),,, when will i post it??? GIRL I wish i knew that but i dont soooo,,, lets just patiently wait :] </333
PAIRING: idol!james x gn!reader ; GENRE: angst … yo … , established relationship, lack of communication ; CONTENTS: lots of pet names lol (my love, beautiful, etcetc.), food mention (boba), open ended, lmk if there’s more! ; INSPO: less of you by keshi
SYNOPSIS: you love your boyfriend, james, that is a fact. another fact, on the other hand, is that james is an idol. this can cause you to feel a great divide, with the distance from you to him only growing further and further. you’re starting to think that it would be better to cut it loose, but you just don’t know how to go on without james and he doesn’t seem to know how to go on without you either.
please do not copy, repost, or claim as yours.
CREDITS: divider above by @/enchanthings on tumblr, all and any photos are from pinterest
maia’s note: atp i need to make a separate masterlist for cortis haha… this is for all my fellow coer keshi fans out there !! i listened to less of you on repeat while making this i swear smth is in that song. i’ve truly been itching to write angst. james w/ keshi was needed me thinks. enjoy reading! feedback and support are always appreciated! ❤️
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