Finding a sub!idol fic of an idol who always gets written as a dom is like finding a needle in a haystack, in an ocean, surrounded by great white sharks
Tags: nonidol!au, smut. Sub!Jaehee x dom!reader, loser!Jaehee x PopularGirl!reader, nerd Jaehee, slight degradation, a lot of begging, dacraphylia, mommy kink, orgasm denial (?), nicknames such as: Pup, puppy, baby. W/C: idk 2k?
Synopsis: you get paired up with the biggest loser in the world for a project. But maybe he’s not so horrible?
A/N: I read a similar fanfic to this one a while back and it literally got me back out of my slump 😭 so this is kind of inspired by that. But this is also like my favorite trope of smut.
NOT PROOFREAD
”- and after this the east front retreated…-”
you’re barely listening to a single word coming out of your teacher’s mouth, completely engulfed in the storm outside. It hasn’t rained in a long time and all you can think about is how boring this weekend will be. You and your friends were supposed to go to the beach. But with the weather like this? Not a single chance that you’ll set a foot outside.
A nudge to your arm brings you back from your thoughts. You turn your head to your seat mate. Jaehee.
”So uhm… what should the project be about?”
Project? What the fuck is he talking about? You look around to see that the rest of your classmates are sitting together in groups of two’s and three’s. No fucking way… you got paired up with Jaehee? He’s the biggest loser to exist. He mumbles to himself when doing math, and he plays with Pokémon cards during lunch with his friends.
Before answering you glance over to your friends who are giggling slightly at your expense.
”Uhh… I don’t know,” you shrug, pretending to look through your notes.
”Well I was thinking the Russian revolution?” Jaehee responds after a few seconds of an awkward silence.
”Sounds good.” You reply. Great, seems like he knows what he’s doing and you might not have to bring much into the project.
—
The coming history lessons are all the same. You sit in silence, mainly scrolling on your phone or helping design the PowerPoint.
Sometimes you’re able to catch Jaehee’s gaze out of the corner of your eyes. Him staring at you wasn’t anything new. But what was new was the feeling it gave you.
You want to deny it, you truly do. Because who in their right mind would have a crush on THE Jaehee?! It sounds insane just saying it.
But the longer you guys are with eachother the more you realize he’s not as horrible as you’d thought prior. And he’s kinda hot. Though that’s something you’d keep to yourself till your grave.
—
”We’re in a bit of a time crunch…” Jaehee says randomly at the end of the lesson. It’s true. You only have two lessons left and over half of the power point left to make. This gives you an idea.
”Why not work on it at my house?” You suggest. Jaehee looks at you with a flustered expression. He has never been invited to a girl’s house before. Let alone anyone as popular as you. Three weeks ago he’d thought it was a cruel joke. That you’re preying on him to make fun of him. But you’re not as cruel as it seems. Atleast that’s what he thinks. In reality your only nice to him because you like him.
”At your house?… I- uh… sure.” He replies, clearing his throat.
”Great. Tonight, 7pm?” You stand up, putting your things into your backpack.
”Yeah- yeah… sounds good.”
—
The smell of air freshener and the sound of the vacuum cleaner gets your mother wondering what’s going on. You rarely clean your room this thoroughly. A few knocks on your bedroom door make you look up.
”Honey, is someone coming over?”
”A guy in my class. We’re doing a project together.” You respond.
”Alright… well I’m off to Miranda’s.” Your mother responds. Nice, you’ll have the house to yourself tonight. Your mind drifted to inappropriate thoughts but you quickly shook yourself out of it.
You fluff up the bright pink pillows on your bed, shake off any dust from the pink furry throw over and just as you’re done the door bell rings.
As you’re about to open the door you can hear mumbling on the outside, it’s Jaehee. From what you can hear you can tell that he’s talking to himself… as if he’s practicing a script. Possibly he’s practicing what he’s gonna say to you. When you open the door you press down a giggle.
”Hey, Jaehee” you say, leaning against the door, letting him inside. He’s holding his backpack in one hand. And something else in the other. A large paper bag.
”Hey… I uhm.. I brought some snacks… I- I didn’t know what you liked so I just… I just bought some random stuff.” He says, avoiding your gaze. It’s basically full to the brim. A few bags of chips, popcorn, candy and soda’s.
”You didn’t have to do that…” you reply softly, grabbing the paper bag from him. When you walk back to your room you realize that Jaehee isn’t behind you like you thought. You put the paper bag down in the doorway of your room. Turn around and see Jaehee still in the hallway. He’s looking at a bookshelf, specifically at a picture of you and your mother. It’s a pretty recent picture, the two of you are sitting on the beach. You’re wearing a bikini, showing a lot of skin. When Jaehee notices you he immediately gets flustered. Looking away and acts as if he’s not looking. A tiny chuckle escapes you.
”Stop being weird,”
”What? Oh! Sorry… so sorry…” he mumbles, looking down at the floor as he walks over to you.
Your room is quite small, smaller than Jaehee initially thought it would be. But it’s so… you. There’s a clothes rack by the window. He can recognize almost every single garment. The bright pink zip up you wear almost every day, a black studded belt and a few other clothes.
You sit down on your bed, crossing your legs over eachother and placing your laptop on your lap.
He follows suit and sits down as well. But keeps his distance.
Every now and then you glance up from the computer. And almost every time you manage to catch him staring at you. Or more so your tits. You can’t blame him. You’re wearing a tank top without a bra underneath.
”…wanna touch them?”
Jaehee’s eyebrows shoot up in shock. What did you just ask him?
”W-what?”
You scooted a bit closer, pushing your chest out a little extra. His face turns a bright tomato red and he squeezes his eyes shut as he reaches his hand out.
”Open your eyes, dummy,” you laugh. He quickly retracts his hand.
”Is this some stupid joke? Have you and your friends made a bet about me? If so… if so just get it over with.” He sputters out.
It makes you freeze. Is that what he thought of you? You feel slightly hurt that he would think so, but yet again you’re known for being quite cruel. Maybe it isn’t so weird for him to believe that after all.
You place a hand near his lap, not touching yet. ”Jaehee… no. It’s not a bet,”
”Then why… why would you… why would you let me touch… them?”
You sigh. He’s so bad at catching hints. ”I like you. Jaehee.”
The redness on his face deepens. And he’s completely unable to get words out.
”what?” He eventually gets out. It makes you laugh. He’s cute.
”Well… getting to know you has made me change my mind about you… you’re really cute.”
”You too…” he says automatically then curses at himself for being so awkward. Earning yet another chuckle from you. ”Can I kiss you?” He eventually asks. You’re shocked at him choosing to take the initiative.
But before he can say anything else or change his mind, your lips are already on his. He whimpers quietly and kisses you back. His lips are quite unsure in their movements. But he soon understands what to do and follows your pace.
He snakes a hand behind your neck, holding you close. The finger tips slightly on your scalp.
You move closer, putting a knee on each side of his hips. It makes him hard almost instantly and you giggle quietly. Which makes him embarrassed, and he hides his face in your neck. ”Stop…” he mumbles.
You pull his face back. ”Already hard for me?”
”…y-yes…” he whispers. ”I’m- I’m sorry…”
”…pathetic…” you smirk then your lips land on his neck. Jaehee gasps softly, leaning his head to the side to expose more of his neck to you.
His breath picks up in pace and he’s so unsure of what to do. Jaehee has never been in this situation before, and he’s not really the guy to watch romance movies either. He squeezes his eyes shut, focusing on the immense pleasure of your soft lips against his neck. It’s cute.
He doesn’t protest as you lay him back, leaning over him. Instead he just connects his lips with yours again. Moaning softly into your mouth. He’s definitely become more confident by now. Moving his lips with yours in a steady rhythm. Though he’s still unsure of what to do with his hands. But that quickly fades away when you grind down on his erection. Immediately his hands find your hips, gripping them tightly.
”Do you want me to fuck you like the good pup you are?” You ask teasingly. Jaehee’s face turns red again, nodding eagerly. He’s never been so excited by anything before.
”Please…”
”Please what?”
”Please mommy, fuck me… I need it-” he begs, his knuckles tightening incredibly hard on your hips.
A breeze of cold air hits your bare chest and stomach as you pull your tanktop off. His eyes widen in awe. Never has he seen something so beautiful before. He brings his hands up, touching them like he was offered to earlier. They’re so soft underneath his large hands. It’s almost mesmerizing. He pries his eyes off your chest and looks up at you, meeting your gaze.
”You’re so… beautiful, Y/N.”
A small grateful smile grows on your face. Your reach down and brush some hair out of his face. He leans into your touch, grabs your forearm and kisses your wrist.
Your hands find their way down to your tiny sweat shorts, and slide them down. Giving Jaehee a good view of your panties that by now are soaked in your wetness. A surprisingly desperate moan slips out of his mouth at the sight.
He shivers as your cold hand meets his stomach. They caress him, pulling his shirt upwards simultaneously. Leaving him shirtless in a matter of seconds.
He’s more muscular than you’d initially thought. Having quite prominent abs and biceps. Though you’ve peeped his biceps before.
You shift slightly on his lap, causing him to arch his back up. Fuck he’s so desperate… you don’t want to wait for much longer either.
”Is my pup needy for me?” You tease.
Jaehee’s face twists in embarrassment but he can’t do anything but nod. ”Y-yes…”
Slowly your hands find their way down to the zipper of his jeans. A quiet whimper is heard from him as he lifts his hips and allows you to pull his jeans and boxers down. His hard erection slapping against his lower stomach. Precum already dripping from the tip.
”Aw puppy… leaking already…”
He whines, a quiet beg for you to fuck him.
You position yourself on top of him. Aligning the tip with your entrance. And slowly you lower yourself down on him. A loud moan escapes you.
”Oh fuck… you’re so big…” you moan as he stretches you out. This earns you another embarrassed whimper from Jaehee. Fuck he’s so hot when he’s embarrassed.
You start moving, up and down, and his hands grabs your hips in desperation. Moving you at a less antagonizing pace. His head falls back, and his mouth falls open. Soft moans coming out of it. He’s so vocal… you would never have guessed that the shy Jaehee would be so loud.
”Fuck- mommy… it- it’s so good…” he moans. Gripping at your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.
A devious smile spreads on your face as an idea forms in your head. You grab his hands and pin them above his head. He can no longer control the pace your going at and its driving him insane.
He begs and begs for you to continue. To go deeper, to go faster, and harder. But the more he begs the less you comply.
Eventually you see a tear. Then two… then more. He’s crying. He wants to come so badly but you’re not letting him.
”Aw is my puppy crying?”
”Please… please mommy…” he sobs, twisting his head to hide his face. The sight gives you such butterflies in your stomach. And his pathetic begging doesn’t help. But you want to come first.
You start picking the pace. Rubbing your clit against him with each stroke. You feel the climax building up and eventually you reach it.
A quiet sob escapes Jaehee before he looks up at you. ”Did you… did you come?” He asks, his voice slightly broken.
”Yes baby… now you’re allowed to as well…” you say. Leaning down and kissing him softly. He starts rutting his hips upwards in desperation of getting some friction.
”my puppy you did so well…” you coo. Then you wipe away one of the last tears left on his face.
”M’gonna come… mommy…”
”Come inside baby… fill me up…”
He lets out a loud moan as he comes. Then he’s completely done for. He leans back fully. Pulling you with him and wrapping his arms around you, still with his dick inside. He kisses your neck and the both of you lay there together for a while.
a/n: sub tops save me save me sub tops… you may recognise some themes from this headcanon post! that wasn’t enough to satiate my sick craving for submissive dejun <3 merry christmas one and all
tags: sub!dejun, humiliation, a hint of degradation, praise (‘good boy’), oral (f!rec), a hint of clit biting because I’m a little freak, begging, pinv, edging (m!rec), orgasm denial (m!rec)
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Despite the bruises from doing this just the night before, Dejun is on his knees again. It’s a position he puts himself in willingly, though he won’t deny you the fun of making him. The fun of humiliating him. Truthfully, there’s no place he’d rather be.
He whines against you, a sweet, melodic sound, just as pretty as he is. A mess of soft curls falls over his eyes, which flash open every so often to check your reaction, like your shaky whimpering isn't clue enough.
His tongue greedily explores your folds, licking, kissing, sucking, biting your clit, ravenous at the taste of you. More than that, he’s ravenous at the taste of pleasing you, of hearing you moan, of feeling your thighs around his head, of your juices coating his chin.
“Fuck- please let me fuck you-” He tries to pull away to beg, but he’s cut off by your thighs squeezing his head, drawing his tongue back to your cunt. He laps at your arousal, groaning when you grind into his mouth. You bury your fingers in his hair and pull him back.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Though you heard his request, he’s so fun to tease. He looks up at you with the cute kicked-puppy eyes he always gets when you make him repeat himself, humiliate himself.
“I said-” He closes his eyes. You can feel his ragged, anxious breathing, warm against your dripping pussy. “Please, please let me fuck you.”
“You’re so cute.” You sigh, absentmindedly petting his hair. “It almost makes me want to give you what you want…”
“Almost…”
“Yeah.” You shrug. “Almost.”
He pouts so pitifully at this that you consider giving in. The more you deny him, though, the needier he gets, the harder he fucks you when he’s finally allowed. You brush your fingers down his cheek, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
“Use your fingers,” You mutter next to his ear. “I might feel more generous after I cum.”
He responds without words, more of a breathless whine. You part your folds to give him easier access and he kisses your fingertips before attaching his mouth to your clit again. Two slender fingers slide in with little resistance, curling up inside you to meet his tongue at your clit.
“Good boy…”
He responds to that with moans that send shivers down your spine, burying his head into your pussy, thrusting against your G-spot with a fervour that makes you yelp. Pleased, so pleased with pleasing you, he sucks at your clit, long and sharp and enough to make your legs quiver around his head.
“Oh fuck, make me cum, baby.”
He wants you to use him, he’s told you as much, so you sink your fingers into his hair, holding him close against you so you can grind against his tongue. It’s in this moment that you understand exactly how he gets when he’s desperate to cum, why he’d do anything to reach that high.
The pleasure turns from a distant ache to a sharp, urgent sensation - a want into a need. He grips your thigh for support with his free hand as you give yourself exactly what you need. Fisting the sheets for leverage, your orgasm shakes through you, pussy clenching tight around his fingers.
He kisses your thighs as you come down. His desperate, hungry eyes say nothing but please. You could pretend not to know what he wants, but when all you want is him inside you, any pretence feels like an unnecessary delay. He’s a truly pathetic sight on his knees, veiny cock leaking precum, waiting for your instruction. Gorgeous.
You hold his face in your hands and kiss him as he stands up. It’s hard not to grin at the light in his eyes, already so needy, so cute. Sometimes, when he’s like this, he’ll cum too early, without permission. This doesn’t bother you. Punishing him is just a different kind of fun.
He holds his cock against your entrance, waiting for your approval. “You’ve been so good.” You nod. “Go ahead, baby.”
You keep your face cool and indifferent as his cock fills you inch by inch, despite how incredible he already feels. The more you ignore him, the needier he gets. Though at this point, it hardly matters.
He fucks you like a wild animal, panting and moaning from his first thrust into you. Winded by the force, you reach up and grab his neck, pulling him closer, finding his lips with your own. The panting and moaning is even hotter against your mouth. He tastes like you as he sucks your tongue, bites your lip. All of a sudden, his hips slow to an agonising stop.
“Edging already?” A sweet smile spreads across your lips. “Are you that desperate?”
All he can do is nod, face contorted in concentration. Such a pretty, helpless sight.
“How pathetic. Can you say that for me? Tell me how pathetic you are?”
“I- fuck-” His cock twitches inside you. You tilt your head patronisingly as he finds the will to speak. “I’m so pathetic, baby, all for you.” He thrusts into you again, hard and fast.
“And needy, hm?” You smile as if you’re not tormenting him. As if he isn’t pounding into you like his life depends on it, as if he isn’t making you see stars with his hips.
“So needy…” He agrees without question.
“So obedient.” The smile still plastered on your face seems to drive him even wilder. “Good boy…”
“Am I allowed to, ah…” He mutters through shaky breath. “Can I cum?”
“One bit of praise and you’re already being demanding?” You sigh. “Not yet, Dejun, be patient.”
The scolding only seems to make him harder, more desperate. His hips move at an unbelievable pace, like he’s giving you everything just to prove how much he wants you. Still sensitive from cumming so hard, the friction of his cock starts to overwhelm you.
“You like it- ah- you like it when I’m mean to you, don’t you, baby?”
“Mm.” He stammers as he slows to edge again. “I really- I really do.”
“Don’t stop!” You scold, a hint of genuine exasperation colouring your tone. He’s so desperately hard and it feels so good. He dutifully obeys, picking up his pace again. This time, you let your pleasure flow freely from your mouth, tormenting him with how good he’s making you feel. “Oh, god, Dejun.” Your moans fill the room. “Your cock feels so fucking good…”
Already at the edge again, the next groan out of his mouth is low but pleading, intoxicatingly whiny. “Can I- please can I cum?” He begs, eyes wide. “Fuck- please?”
The look in his eyes is of pure torment, any playful façade slipped away. If he’d ever been playing the part of a desperate man, now he’s living it, it’s consuming him. It would be cruel to deny such a pathetic sight.
synopsis you and your friend decide to practice kissing on each other out of boredom, but end up getting too carried away.
warnings based in the 90s, fluff, sfw, kissing, skinship, some cussing, friends w/ benefits🫣🫣, not proofread since i just wanted to post something rq!!
author’s note ngl i’m a sucker for fwb tropes👀👀hope u guys like this little short one i wrote :p
now playing…dreams by the cranberries
taglist: @eoduuung @yvesismylove
keonho was over at your house again.
it quickly became a common occurrence between you two. he would always show up at your house unannounced and you would always show up at his.
sometimes your mom would even ask where keonho was whenever he wasn’t around like he normally would be.
but now here he is, laying on your bedroom floor flipping through some lousy magazine you had laying around somewhere. you’re right next to him reading a comic but occasionally getting closer to check what cheesy ad he was looking at.
“i feel like i already read this one.”
you snort and turn to look at him.
“you probably have.”
it was so comfortable being around him. a little too comfortable. you and keonho quickly developed a type of bond where you could just lay right next to each other and not even say a word. other people might say that stuff like that is “intimate”, but you and him have always been like this. yes, there were times where you thought that maybe friends don’t do things like that but..it was so casual that you quickly brushed those thoughts off and just assumed it was a mutual thing between close friends.
he cartoonishly sighs before closing the magazine and throwing it to the side. then he gets up and starts pacing around your room. you’re so puzzled by his random shuffling that you close your comic just to stare at him.
“what’s the matter with you? you’re making me anxious.”
“i’m just incredibly bored and this is the only thing i can think of.”
“you’re a weirdo.”
“i said i’m BORED and you don’t have anything fun for your guest to do?”
“you’re the one who came here unannounced, so accept the consequences.”
he groans before dramatically plopping to the floor again. he stares at the ceiling and then starts fake crying.
“what the hell are you doing?”
“trying to make you feel bad.”
“oh my god keonho, grow up.”
“y/n seriously. i’m thinking that maybe i should stop coming over here. there’s nothing for me to do anymore. i read every magazine, every comic, listened to every cd, watched every movie, and—“
“okay, okay. i get it. i’ll think of something for us to do, so stop whining.”
you get up to sit on your bed, the sound of it being the only thing that filled the room. you begin to think, really hard actually. you’re so deep in thought someone might assume that you’re trying to solve a mystery. that’s when it hits you. the craziest idea. your face expression noticeably changes before you shoot a silly smirk at keonho.
“why…are you looking at me like that?”
“okay, i have something for us to do but i’m gonna ask you a personal question first.”
“alright..ask away.”
“have you ever had your first kiss before?”
his whole body goes stiff.
“uhhh—no, not yet. why?”
“well i haven’t either and this might be the craziest thing i’ve ever asked you and obviously you don’t have to say yes, but it’s just that i feel very comfortable around you so i don’t mind doing—“
“y/n. stop beating around the bush and just say it.”
you awkwardly smile.
“how would you feel practicing kissing with me??”
“practice? kissing?”
“yeah, you know. so we can be prepared whenever someone else wants to kiss us.”
he laughs before nodding his head.
“okay sure, why not?”
he gets up and starts walking towards you. you started to wonder why your heart was beating so fast when you were the one who asked him.
he sits right next to you as nothing but silence lingered around the two of you. he shifts his whole body in your direction and that subtle movement made you even more nervous.
“so..what now?”
you turn your head to look at him.
“i guess this is when you’re supposed to kiss me.”
“okay.”, he replies while trying his best to hold in his smile.
he raises his hand before shyly putting it back down.
“i don’t know what to do with my hands. do you care if i place my hand on your cheek?”
“no i don’t care, this is a learning experience after all.”
“alright, then i’m going in.”
“okay.”
he puts his hand on your cheek as his gaze switches to your lips, then your eyes, not sure on which one to focus on. he gradually starts leaning in before eventually your lips met his. it was a very quick peck. a kiss that could easily go unnoticed.
the silence became way too loud that you could barely breath. but even so, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you once.
“how was that?”
you playfully hit him while laughing hysterically.
“that was incredibly quick keonho, i didn’t even realize you kissed me.”
he starts to laugh back.
“i knowww, but i got too nervous.”
“it’s okay, i’m nervous too. but let me just say this, you don’t have to walk on eggshells while we kiss. just do whatever feels right in the moment, and i’ll do the same.”
“okay, noted.”
this time he puts his hand on your waist. it obviously took you by surprise, but what did you expect? next thing you know, he’s kissing you like the world was gonna end. by instinct, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. but that small detail made him kiss you even more passionately. you two finally pull away to catch your breath. faces still centimeters away.
“how was it that time?”
“way better.”
you grab him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him again. he instantly melts into the kiss before his left hand finds your waist again, his right gliding up to the back of your neck.
you couldn’t believe what you just got yourself into. you and keonho just reached a point in your friendship that you can’t even begin to comprehend. is kissing your friend going way too far? are you two maybe enjoying this way too much? who knows..all you know is that you’re kissing him right now, and he’s kissing you.
a kiss that was lasting longer than expected but you couldn’t help it. if it was for the sake of “practice”, then who cares? you felt like nothing in the world could ever stop you two.
knock. knock. knock.
the sudden sound startles you both and you break away from each other faster than the speed of light. you stare at the direction of the door looking disheveled as ever, and incredibly embarrassed.
it was your mom. absolutely clueless of what her daughter was hiding from her.
“what are you two doing in here, wrestling?”
you both stare at her then back at each other before bursting out into laughter.
“okay..well keonho, your mom called. she said dinner will be ready soon and that you should be heading back.”
“yes mrs. l/n, i’ll be on my way.”
he gets up and walks towards the door before turning around and making direct eye contact with you.
“we should practice again tomorrow.”
all you could do was smile.
“okay, i’ll see you then.”
he smiles back at you before walking out the door.
your mom was still leaning on the doorframe, giving you a suspicious look.
“practice? what practice?”
“nothing. just something with school.”
“mmm okay.”
she closes the door and you stare at it in complete disbelief.
you were just kissing ahn keonho. and he said it himself that he wanted to practice again tomorrow.
𓏵 ⌞ 김재희 x f!reader, smut, fluff, 1.5k ⌝ ∘∘∘ sub!jaehee, profanity, bullying (not from reader!!)
𓏵 watching your friends talk bad about a boy they barely knew frustrated you, but you didn’t know it’d end with you fucking him *ੈ✩‧₊˚
ナナ’s ⦂ ty anon for requesting!! 🫶 alsooo i saw the wishies in incheon for d2 of into the wish 🥹 they were so cute
seeing jaehee sit in the front corner of class, come to school everyday with a perfect attendance, somehow always get perfect results on his tests, it made you more curious about him. everyone, other than his handful of friends, murmured about how ‘weird and quiet’ he was, but you never understood it. you couldn't deny that he was quiet, only seeing him speak when it comes to answering questions, but weird? he was not weird.
you and your friends were sitting in the cafeteria, eating lunch, when the conversation suddenly switched to jaehee.
“he’s so creepy, he never talks to anyone but his friends and the teachers.” one of them said, squinting their eyes at him, who sat on the other side of the hall. “what a freak.”
and for some reason, you found yourself defending him, despite not knowing him. “he’s not creepy? i don’t get why you guys dislike him so much.” all you saw was a sweet boy who preferred to keep to himself.
“he never goes to any of the parties and just stays at home and studies, even when there’s no tests! you can’t tell me that’s normal behaviour.”
hearing your friends shittalk jaehee like this, especially when they didn’t even know him, riled you up. you got up from the bench, took your tray, and went to sit at jaehee’s table instead.
more under the cut ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
as you put your tray down on the table, all of jaehee’s friends watched you with sharp eyes. “hey,” you smiled at jaehee, scooting into the bench. “sorry- is it okay if i sit here?” you realized that you had basically invited yourself to their table, not knowing a single one of them.
you noticed how his cheeks turned a slight hue of red while you spoke to him, biting your cheek to keep yourself from giggling.
“y-yeah, it’s fine.” the corners of his lips tugged up back at you.
the rest of lunch was spent in silence, quiet stares at one another, and the occasional “sorry” when jaehee would accidentally bump knees with you. once the bell rang, you all separated into your classes, leaving you and jaehee alone, walking to class together.
“i don’t get why so many people think you’re weird,” you said, breaking the piercing silence. “i never understood it. you’re really nice, jaehee.”
he hesitated to respond, unsure of what to say. “thanks, y/n.” his voice was sheepish, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “you’re really nice, too.”
after your small interaction, you and jaehee started to hang out more – he even started to help you with work you didn’t understand. you decided to invite over to your house so he could help you with some of your coursework and maybe watch a movie, too.
the second the clock ticked to 4:30pm, your phone buzzed with jaehee’s profile picture popping up.
hey, i’m outside :)
okayyy i’m coming
you unlocked the door, letting jaehee into your dorm and apologizing for the mess.
“sorry, i’ve been busy and haven’t had time to clean up.” you looked at the couch behind you that was littered with papers. but he didn’t respond. he was frozen on the spot, ears turned completely red. “are you okay?”
he finally snapped out of his trance, blinking back into reality. “o-oh, sorry. i’m fine.” his tone was awkward, a nervous laugh slipping out. “should we start working?” he asked, cutting the topic off short.
for the rest of the hangout, he seemed oddly awkward. you thought that you two were over that hurdle, comfortable enough to hang out on your own, but today, he just seemed on edge. you could be asking him a question about how to write something, or how to format it, and he would be staring at you in a trance, at a loss for what to say.
it didn’t make any sense… until you caught him.
both of you were sitting on your bed, supposedly focused on your coursework. “so, do i write it like this? or do i make this a separate part?” you kept your eyes on your laptop’s screen but jaehee wasn’t answering you again. uncertain of why he wasn’t responding, you looked to your side, ending up face to face with him.
you followed his line of vision, which ended up on your chest. he was staring at your chest.
“hey,” you snapped your fingers. “my eyes are up here, jaehee.”
blood immediately rushed to his face. “i’m sorry, y/n, i didn’t mean to!” he buried his face into the palms of his hands, hiding himself from your confrontation.
but you couldn’t blame him. your shirt was cut low and it barely held your chest, your tits basically spilling out of your shirt.
while he was trying to hide his embarrassment, you laughed at his reaction, smiling at how ashamed he was. “it’s fine, jaehee.” you peeled his hands away from his face, which was painted completely red. though when it came to him, it wasn’t fine whatsoever. as much as you tried to ignore it, you couldn’t help but notice the way his dick strained against his sweatpants.
“you’re hard from looking at my tits?” you purred, placing a hand on jaehee’s thigh. “maybe you are a loser.”
jaehee looked down to his pants which had a huge tent in it. “don’t look…” he used his hands to cover himself, but you already decided to help him with it.
“take your pants off.” however, it seemed like jaehee didn’t hear you. “pup, take your pants off.” you tilted his chin up, holding his head to look at you with your fingers.
he slowly got up and tugged his pants down to his ankles, leaving him in his boxers. the way he was sitting like an obedient puppy, the way he was looking at you with glossed eyes, it made you hungry to hear his whimpers as you grinded your core against him.
you clicked your tongue, you run your hand over his thigh, watching as his bulge grew. “take everything off, jae.” he steadily started getting more obedient, following your instructions quicker this time. his cock instantly slipped out of his boxers, slapping against his abdomen. he let out a sharp breath as the cold air hit him, feeling small as you looked down at him.
“stay still,” you pulled your shorts down and positioned yourself over jaehee’s cock, your knees on both sides of him, holding on his shoulders to stabilize yourself while you lined yourself up with him. his cock stretched you out as you sunk down on him, drawing a soft moan out of you as he dug deep in your pussy.
“fuuuck, jae. you’re so big.” you threw your head back in pleasure, arching your back into him. “just hold onto my waist, okay? tell me if it’s too much.”
keeping your pace steady, you moved up and down on his cock, hands wrapped behind his neck. “mngh- so fucking good, pup. filling me up so well.” you continued riding jaehee until his moans got more frequent, telling you he was close.
you dismounted from jaehee’s lap, pulling his cock out from your pussy, deciding to suck him off instead.
“come sit on the edge.” you patted the space on your bed, positioning yourself on the ground, kneeling between his legs. your mouth worked around his tip, swirling your tongue along his slit.
“mmph! feels s’good.” he leaned back on his elbows, shutting his eyes as you took his whole length in your mouth. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, y/n-” without another word, you mouth filled his with load, shooting down your throat.
once you had swallowed all of him, you got up from the ground, sitting beside jaehee who was panting, his chest quickly rising and dropping. his arms wrapped around you hesitantly, as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. but you leaned into his body, giving him more confidence to hold you properly.
“did so good for me, pup.” you held his face with one hand, pressing a kiss to his face, while the other tangled in his hair. “thanks, jae.”
his face was flushed, barely comprehending what you were saying. “y-yeah…”
“c’mon, let’s go shower, baby.” your hands slid from his face down to his abdomen, tracing faint lines over his abs, leaving him all shy under your touch.
but he couldn’t say anything, all he could think about was how good you felt around him. he eagerly nodded, letting you pull him to the bathroom.
by the time you and jaehee had finished showering, you had gotten tired, ready to take a nap. but it seemed like jaehee was still thinking about helping you finish your work.
“so… do you still need help with your coursework?” he asked timidly.
you chuckled at his nervousness, shaking your head. “it’s fine, i wanna go to sleep.” you extended your arms out to him, signalling him to come closer. “c’mere, you’re warm.”
the both of you cuddled on your bed, limbs intertwined with one another’s as you fell asleep in jaehee’s embrace.
Synopsis : In a reality where instead of being idols, Cortis is a group of friends who decided to start a YouTube channel, gaining popularity fast! Their newest video includes them baking a cake and doing the hear me out cake trend, but then it gets even more chaotic than it usually is..
Content : YouTuber! Cortis x content creator! User
Brother! Martin x Sister! User
Pairing: Keonho x f! user
wk; 500 ss: 5
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The cake was…horrible to say the least. It looked more like another substance instead of a cake, especially because it had the imprint of a fist in the middle where James decided to punch it to see ‘if it was sturdy’
“Okay who’s first”
Martin said, everyone holding their little hear me out cutouts, each one stuck onto a toothpick. Martin and Keonho already couldn’t stop smiling, trying not to laugh and it hadn’t even started yet.
“I’ll go”
Juhoon said, putting on the nonchalant act as he walked up to the front.
“Hear me out, tres leches cake.”
Everyone looked at him for a second, before arguing almost immediately erupted but it was just everyone yelling out a comment.
“That’s food?!!-“
“That doesn’t even count”
“Okay Juhoon with his nonch ass”
“OKAY NEXT”
Martin blurted, hitting his hip against Juhoon’s to push him out the frame.
Juhoon had gone flying into James, making Seonghyeon burst out laughing.
“Okay hear me out..miss frizzle from the magic school bus”
“Whaaatt?” Keonho said with a brow raise
“No I get it bro” James said, dapping Martin.
“Okay I’m next, hi everyone it’s James and hear me-“
“You didn’t have to introduce yourself dumb fuck” Keonho said, a little sassy but clearly teasing given he was smiling ear to ear.
“Excuse me?” James said, already giving him a look that shut up Keonho.
“Sorry!-“
“Anyways, hear me out, the cat in the hat”
“Bro just say you’re into furries-“
The video cuts off with James about to punch Seonghyeon in the face.
“Hi we’re back.”
Juhoon says to the camera, before everyone comes back into frame with smiles that looked more forced, standing stiffly.
“Okay Seonghyeon your turn”
“Okay..hear me out.. um wait I forgot the name-“
“SEONGH-“
The scene cuts again
“Okay hear me out, Kamala Harris. Just hear me out.”
He said it with a serious look on his face as he looked back at everyone, which just made everyone laugh at him.
“Okay my turn!”
“Keonho looks way too giddy” Juhoon said while looking at Keonho move up to the front, puffing his chest out a little which just made him look giddier.
“Yeah what he smiling for”
“Can we ban the long one,”
“Hey!”
“Anyways hear me out..”
He said with a mischievous smile, slowly turning around the paper and putting it into the cake at the very front and center.
He hadn’t said the name, so everyone had stopped to get closer, squinting their eyes to see through the lens.
The realization set in at the same time for everyone while Keonho stood there smiling too proudly.
Juhoon’s eyes widened and he stepped back to laugh
James had immediately started cackling
Seonghyeon covered his mouth with his fist as he laughed
Martin’s eyes had widened as he started yelling
“THATS MY SISTER-“
A/n : Aaaand thats a wrap, my first oneshot!! Please ignore the dates and times lol but this oneshot is super cute and a little rushed since the idea just came to me randomly and I decided to do it, I hope people like this though !! And please send me any requests, I need ideas loll
✝️🙏🏼 happy birthday to the kpop guy. as per the ancient texts, jesus ascended to heaven at the age of 33. for us that means we will soon witness the second coming of taemin 🙏🏼✝️
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