jaehee who's so big and doesn't realise it !!!!!!!/!/&/&/&&2&2'akakakqoqkanNamm@/@ you tell him it's too much he's too big and he'd be so sweet begging you to do well for him and of course you can't say no cause you're his and he's yours , how could you !!!?? 😵💫
oh my sweet anon you get my brain so well & i want you to know i saw this ask the same day you sent it in and this is all i've been able to think about....🫠 god
you're so full of him already and he hasn't even bottomed out yet. telling him how it's too much n all he says is "you're taking it so well though sweetheart." ignoring all your weak protests and slowly sinking into you, stretching you deliciously. you swear you can feel him everywhere, the heat of him seeping into your bones, the thick press of him making your head spin
"fuck," he grits out, his fingers digging into your hipbone. His voice is wrecked, raw with the effort of holding still. "you feel—" he cuts himself off with a groan when you clench around him involuntarily, your body trying to adjust. His lips find the damp skin behind your ear. "look at you. taking me like you were made for me." you whimper, half-delirious, and the sound turns into a broken moan when he shifts, just slightly, and the head of his cock nudges even deeper inside of u. tears spill over, streaking hot down your cheeks. "jaehee," you sob, your voice small, wrecked. "it’s—it’s too much."
"It’s not," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss on your jaw. his hand slides up your stomach, fingers splaying wide over your ribs as if to feel the way your breath stutters. "you can take it. you always do." He pulls out slowly, dragging every ridge of himself against your walls, and your vision blurs. When he pushes back in, it’s with a snap of his hips that punches the air from your lungs. "See?"
Hiii how are you ?? here to request something with Jaehee in an idol setting and it can be completely up to you !! 🤭☺️🫶🏼
hello!! i'm doing great & i hope u are too!! (*´꒳`*) ♡
anon i'm so sorry in advance if you wanted fluff. since my whole acc is mostly smut oneshots or reblogs, i assumed this was a smut ask🥲
thinking abt stress relief w bf jaehee <33
cw: idol bf!jaehee x fem reader, oral (m! receiving) , handjob, usage of the pet name baby, jaehee curses once // pls pls lmk if i missed anything... i'm not good at tagging fics :c
this is very short & unedited so there may be mistakes. i had the idea but had trouble putting it into words lol. i hope my fellow freakzens enjoy :>
wc: 714
smut under the cut! mdni!!!!!
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Jaehee’s fingers trembled as he scrolled through his phone, the glow of the screen casting sharp shadows under his tired eyes. Another notification popped up—his manager confirming yet another last-minute schedule change. Their concert had ended 3 hours ago and he was looking forward to at least have some time to spend with you afterwards.
"Twelve hours from now," he sighed, "Twelve hours from now, and we're supposed to catch another flight."
"You're just being told this now?" you questioned, slight frown on your face. You were upset but not just because you hoped to finally be able to spend time with him, but because you knew how stressed he already was. He loved being on stage and you knew that, but this amount of work was enough to burn out even a machine.
He didn’t answer you right away, just rubbed at his temple like he could press the exhaustion back inside. "Yeah," he nodded, turning onto his stomach to lay down in bed. "It should be fun though."
You reached over to pat his back, your fingers pressing into the firm curve of Jaehee's shoulder, feeling the tight knots beneath his skin. He exhaled sharply through his nose, the sound barely audible over the hum of the air conditioner. The bedroom was dim, the only light coming from the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the sheets where he lay face-down, arms folded beneath his head.
Your thumbs dug a little harder, tracing the rigid line of his spine. His skin was warm under your palms, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the sharper tang of sweat. You worked in slow circles, down the dip of his lower back, then back up again. A quiet noise escaped him when your fingers unexpectedly brushed the waistband of his sweatpants—something between a sigh and a catch of breath. You paused and slid your hands back up.
Jaehee turned his head just enough to glance at you over his shoulder, eyes dark in the low light. "Wait," The word came out rough. "Keep going."
You did.
Your hands slid lower this time, fingertips dipping just beneath the elastic of his waistband, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. The muscles there jumped at your touch, and Jaehee’s breath hitched—a sharp, quiet sound that sent a pulse of warmth straight to your core. You lingered, pressing the heel of your palm against the small of his back, slow and deliberate. His hips shifted almost imperceptibly, pressing into the mattress like he was fighting the urge to arch into your touch.
Jaehee exhaled shakily. "_____" Just your name, but it was a plea, a warning, a surrender all at once. You pressed closer, your knee brushing against his thigh as your fingers crept lower, teasing the hem of his sweats. His body was coiled tight beneath you, every breath deliberate, controlled—like he was counting them.
Then your hand slipped fully under the waistband, and his control snapped. A low groan tore from his throat as you palmed him, the weight of him heavy and hot in your hand. "Fuck—" The word was bitten off, stifled against his forearm as he turned his face into it. His hips jerked into your grip, involuntary, desperate. You stroked him slowly, savoring the way his breath stuttered, the way his thighs trembled when your thumb swiped over the head of his cock, already slick with precum.
"So eager baby," you teased, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
He bit down on his lip as you quickened your pace, his body tensing beautifully under your touch. Every hitch of his breath, every suppressed sound, only made your own pulse race harder.
When your mouth replaced your hand, he swore again, fingers tangling in your hair—not guiding, just holding on, like he needed something to ground him. The taste of him was intoxicating, the way his thighs tensed when you took him deeper, the broken whisper of your name when he finally came undone.
Afterwards, he pulled you up with shaky hands, his lips finding yours in the dark—messy, insistent, like he couldn’t bear to stop touching you even for a second.
Also who's ur bias in wish I would love to hear some thoughts on them like how u do for riize
i love wish thank you for asking ( ^ω^ ) my bias is jaehee and i genuinely don't play when it comes to that man. i fell in love with him a little before steady era because he was just so puppy :'( now he's sooo manly n big 😵💫 videohood jaehee saved lives!!! also sorry to make everything abt riize but i feel the same way about toni.... we can tell i have a type.
ugh i would love to write about wish🙂↕️ send in any asks, i'll write for almost anything except m!reader or dark content for them.
