choi hyunsuk x reader [fluff, fem terms & she/her pronouns used]
17:17 - “jeongwoo’s getting in the shower first! he stinks,” hyunsuk laughed, following after all the members pouring into his dorm, all ready for their planned fifa night.
“hyung,” junghwan spoke, stopping in the living room and looking at his leader’s slightly ajar bedroom door - the one he usually kept locked while out the house. “i think we might have to rethink fifa tonight.”
“huh? why?” hyunsuk asked, coming to junghwan’s side and following his line of sight. “what the fuck?”
obviously not having put together the dots as fast as his younger brother, he furrowed his eyebrows in anger, walking into the room. he stopped in his tracks, setting eyes on you fast asleep in his bed. he chuckled softly, walking back to the doorway.
“you guys can just start without me,” hyunsuk said, keeping his voice quiet, “i’ll be out in a bit.”
he walked back into the room, closing the door as quietly as he could before sitting on the bed, stroking your hair softly.
“hey pretty girl,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you opened your eyes slowly.
“hyunsuk-ie?” you asked, confused, “you’re home!” you exclaimed, sitting up as you blinked, trying to come to your senses, “shit, what time is it?!”
“uh, after 5pm?” he said, checking his phone, “when did you get here?”
“i had an exam this morning,” you sighed, “i came here after just to pick up those clothes you wanted at mine but i was so tired… ugh, i’m sorry.”
“you don’t have to apologise, sweet girl,” hyunsuk laughed, “i’m happy to see you!”
you smiled, slightly embarrassed as you let yourself be pulled into your boyfriend’s arms.
“how was your exam?” he hummed, stroking your back supportively.
“hmm, well i stayed up until 3am revising,” you sighed, pulling back to look at him, hyunsuk reacting to your words with a pouty face, “and i woke up at 7:30 to get to the exam on time so… just glad i didn’t fall asleep during it, to be honest.”
hyunsuk sighed, patting your head affectionately as he looked at you, love pouring out his gaze, “why don’t you stay here tonight? do you have any exams tomorrow?”
“i guess i don’t,” you hummed in contemplation, “don’t you guys have schedules tomorrow, though?”
“well what does that matter? you’ve clearly made yourself at home here,” hyunsuk laughed, making you whine, “no seriously, it’s fine! although the boys are here tonight for a fifa night.”
you sighed, “a night off from studying does sound good.”
“right?” hyunsuk smiled, kissing along your jaw, “and you can fall asleep in my arms.”
you groaned, stretching out your arms and neck, “ugh, fine. you’re really hard to say no to…”
hyunsuk laughed, knowing there was no real convincing to be done anyway, “come on. come watch me ruin the boys at fifa.”
Good Morning! I am so excited that I found a new tueme on this platform. I wanted to request a smut with juhoon with 30, 11, and 7. His vocals are unmatched ESPECIALLY in the new album. Oof 🥵🤌
nothing compares ★ jihoon (m)
↳ a/n: hi !! i always love seeing teumes on here ! and oof yea..... his voice in general........ currently fanning myself wowsers but thank you for the request !
↳ request: 7. “you’ve thought about this haven’t you?“, 11. “you’re being so quiet, babe. i know you can say my name louder than that”, 30. “if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up.“
↳ genre: jihoon x afab!reader, smut, established relationship, lowercase intended
↳ warnings: mutual masutrbation, swearing, dirty talk, kinda dom!jihoon if you squint
↳ word count: 1020 ; scenario
temptation came over you, your hand that wasn't buried in your shorts grabbing your phone from beside you and navigating to your contacts, clicking the contact named, 'jihoonie' followed by too many emojis to fit on the screen. but that wasn't important at that point, you were just pleading your boyfriend to pick up the phone.
your breath came slow and labored, your index finger lightly playing with your clit and you had to hold back, you had to hear his voice. if you had to guess, he was still at practice, probably with just a tank top and workout pants on, maybe sweatpants. he was probably sweating just as he did when he was pounding into you on the nights he had you all to himself.
you were too caught up in your thoughts, your juices now soaking through your panties and you knew you would have to change them later but that didn't concern you one bit because jihoon had finally picked up.
"hello?" he sounded confused, "baby, are you there?"
"ji-" your voice was cut off with a whine, the deep grumble of his chuckle going straight to your core, your hole clenching around nothing. if only he was here.
“if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up.“ jihoon was amused, he loved hearing you whine and the desperation in just one syllable made his cock begin to harden.
"jihoon, please." you leaned your head back against the pillow, your fingers not doing much compared to what he could do. "i was trying to get off but i need your voice, i need you."
silence for a moment and you heard a soft "fuck" from the other end, jihoon's voice barely making it out from behind his clenched teeth. he looked around, the other members playing around behind him and he signaled he would step out for a moment, his voice getting deeper as he made his way towards a private bathroom.
“you’ve thought about this haven’t you? thought about getting off over the phone and then when i got home i would make a mess of you“ making sure the door was locked, jihoon leaned his head on the cold wall, his forehead infinitely hotter than it was while he was practicing. just the thought of you getting off on the phone with him making his cock throb.
"my fingers aren't enough, jihoon." your complaints fell on deaf ears because you heard rustling and then the faint pants, knowing jihoon had begun touching himself. you tried curling your fingers just as you felt your boyfriend do countless times but you groaned in frustration, not being able to get the same angle or power he could.
"you can't replace how my fingers or my cock feels, sweetheart." jihoon's thumb brushed across his tip, a choked grunt stopping itself. if he got caught he would be dead meat. "are you naked?" his voice came out quieter at the end, his hand moving on its own to try and finish. he halted his movements, though, wanting to come at the same time you did.
for a moment you shook your head, but then remembered he wasn't there with you, so you tried to answer him, your fingers hitting your sweet spot at the same time and a garbled, "jihoon" fell from your lips again.
another pained chuckle, “you’re being so quiet, babe. i know you can say my name louder than that.” his grip on his phone tightened, and he was lucky he didn't shatter it, his knuckles whiter than the sheets you laid on and he struggled to press the speaker closer to his ear. he wanted to hear every little noise you made, every profanity and every way you said his name. "i need you to speak a little louder, babe, let me know how much you want to cum."
"jihoon, please. i'm so close." you were worried about your neighbors, but as soon as you hit your spot again, you nearly shouted, "fuck, jihoon, fuck." your hand moved too fast, you were sure you would get a cramp soon but you also knew you were almost there. from the grunts on the other side, you were sure jihoon was the same way.
"there we go, babe. that's what i like to hear." jihoon's hand sped up, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure, almost the same as you always did but nothing compared, just like nothing compared to jihoon's fingers or his cock, jihoon knew nothing compared to the way you sucked him off or how you would ride him into the early morning.
"i'm close too, babe. just keep going." jihoon's teeth were clenched so hard he was worried he would chip a tooth, his lower abdomen spasmed for a moment. "come on, babe, come for me."
just as he said that, you hit the wall, your hand letting go of the phone, it sliding onto the pillow next to. your fingers twitched and your legs shook just a bit as you felt white hot travel through your veins, the only thing coming from your mouth being jihoon's name and a string of "fuck"'s.
jihoon's stomach seized and he leaned over the toilet, making sure to spill all of his cum into it, not wanting to clean and especially not wanting any staff to find evidence of what he did. his gasps and murmurs of your name didn't fall on deaf ears, because you could hear the way his voice choked up, the grunts and eventually him breathing heavily as he came down from his high.
you removed your hand from your panties. the sticky cum now soaking your underwear, shorts and the sheets beneath. you took a hold of the phone, clearing your throat and you listened to jihoon on the other side rustle around for a moment before he spoke.
"babe," he took a deep breath, checking his watch, "i have about an hour until i'm leaving practice. i want you naked and ready for me when i get home, i need you so bad."
an: I haven't written in a while so I'm kind of rusty, sorry. Anyways, here is a Bang Yedam x Reader imagine =D.
He seemed too good for anyone, too perfect for anyone to touch. And that's why you hated him. Just as you started college and you thought you would finally be free from having to compete with others for good grades, Yedam was there to prove you wrong.
You aren't really sure why he decided to target you or how he chose you to be the one he annoyed, but you hated him for it.
It all started in your first semester, when Yedam and you had been paired up for a project, and you both had fought over who would do what part of the project, leading to the both of you breaking up and submitting a separate project each.
Even if you and and Yedam had completely different majors, you somehow always ended up in the most random classes together. How did Yedam, a music major, always end up having at least one class with you, a computer science major?
In every single one of those classes, he always managed to annoy you even further and make your college experience worse. Whether it be staring at you in class, or teasing you for getting a lower grade than him, it couldn't get worse than it already was.
However, it had gotten worse. Because here you were, sitting across from Yedam while waiting for the results of the audition for the upcoming Romeo and Juliet production your college was putting on.
He grinned at you from across the room, but you only glared at him and looked away, to the other actors sitting outside, also waiting.
The sound of your phone make you look down at your hands, where you had your phone, ready to call your parents as soon as you found out if you got your part.
Unfortunately, it was just Yedam messaging you.
yedam = | :
what part did you audition for???
you :
None of your business
yedam = | :
rude much? i auditioned for romeo btw =3
you :
Did I ask
yedam = | :
no :c but i hope you get juliet
you :
Why?
Before you could get a reply from Yedam, the professor's assistant walked out and posted the results on the board near you. You got up and joined the rest of the students, who were crowding around the board.
You were too far behind to see the board and had to wait for everyone else to clear out the space. Yedam stood beside you, waiting.
"Did you read my message?"
"No."
"Maybe you should." You nodded, looking back at the crowd, and completely ignored him as the people started clearing and you started getting closer to the board.
The results made you scoff. You and Yedam had landed the roles of Romeo and Juliet. He came up beside you, smiling. "Read my message."
You unlocked your phone and opened your texts.
yedam = | :
so that we can practice the kissing scenes ( >ω●)
You looked up from your phone to Yedam, who winked at you.
"So, when would you like to start practice, angel?"
a/n : i got a little carried away.. if this does well i might make a part two! just let me know (: also this is unedited so sorry for any errors </3
you've known jihoon since before you could remember. every memory you have, jihoon is right there by your side. at this point, you couldn't imagine your life without him. he's been by your side through everything, and even now, you do everything together.
and by everything, you mean everything. this included mourning after a breakup you had gone through in the fifth grade. yeah, you were young, but that didn't matter. it still broke your heart, which made jihoon's heart break as well. that was the day that you and jihoon decided that relationships were for suckers. i mean, who wants to be stuck with one person for the rest of their lives?
here you were, years later, with the same mindset, and the same best friend. you two hadn't grown apart at all over the years, but instead, it seemed you two had gotten closer. you'd moved in together once you'd started college, and even got a job at the same campus cafe. school and work were awful, but it didn't matter, because having jihoon by your side made everything okay.
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one particular day, jihoon had been asked by a few of his other friends if he'd like to go to the fair. he agreed, but had asked if you could come along. of course his friends had expected this and agreed. they knew better than to separate you and jihoon.
once at the fair, you'd quickly noticed it was more crowded than you thought it would be. everywhere you turned, it seemed as though there was a sea of people rushing towards you. you didn't have to fear, though. jihoon grabbed your hand to make you feel safer, leading you through every crowd you came across.
it wasn't uncommon for jihoon to hold your hand, in fact, he held it almost every time you went out. it was more of a comfort thing for the two of you, as that way you wouldn't somehow lose each other on any outings.
"aw, look at the happy couple!" one of jihoon's friends, mashiho, called out.
"so cute! when's the wedding?" another boy, junkyu asked.
"cut it out, guys," jihoon rolled his eyes, "y/n and i are just friends. you know this. neither one of us believe in relationships or any of that crap."
"whatever you say." junkyu taunted before running off with mashiho to one of the rides.
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while working one of your shifts, the cafe was almost completely dead. aside from jihoon's friends, jeongwoo and jaehyuk, coming in, you had barely gotten any customers at all. this resulted in boredom, which eventually resulted in you getting an idea.
with no warning, you took one of the whipped cream containers and sprayed jihoon with it, earning a shocked look from him. this look didn't stay very long, as he soon began to smirk and reached for the sink hose. before you could move, he sprayed you with it, earning a scream from you.
jihoon was so busy laughing, that he didn't notice the giant puddle this had created. you didn't notice it either, and when you rushed towards him, you slipped. jihoon was quick to react, catching you before you hit the ground. your faces were close to each other's, and you were just starting at each other. this went on for a while, as both of you were seemingly mesmerized.
"ahem," you heard from the other side of the counter, looking up to see jeongwoo, "can i get a refill.. uh, when you two are done making out or whatever."
"shut up, jeongwoo." jihoon rolled his eyes as the two of you stood up, "y/n almost fell and i caught them. no big deal."
"thank you, by the way," you added, "i'll get you your refill, jeongwoo. don't worry."
"thanks y/n.." jeongwoo looked between the two of you, "you know, you two would be such a cute couple."
"i agree!" jaehyuk added from the table, "why don't you two just date? you know each other better than anyone else and act like a couple anyway."
neither one of you reacted to jaehyuk's comment, but deep down you knew jaehyuk was partially right. however, you also knew that all of jihoon's friends were aware of your dislike towards any type of relationship. and anyway, you and jihoon didn't act that much like a couple, right?
right?
the sound of the clock going off pulled you out of your thoughts. your shift was now over, and you and jihoon were quick to get ready to go. when yoshi and asahi, two other employees walked in, you and jihoon began your walk to the door.
"here, take my hoodie." jihoon held the black hoodie out to you, "your shirt is soaked and it's kind of cold at night. don't need you getting sick, do we?"
"oooooo!" jeongwoo and jaehyuk added from where they were sitting.
as you took jihoon's hoodie, you felt a weird sensation in your stomach.
was this.. butterflies?
did you like jihoon? or are you just a sucker for nice gestures?
unbeknownst to you, jihoon was having his own internal conflict.
Warnings: Fem!Reader is manipulated and assaulted, strangers to lovers, toxic people, violence, bullying, a lot of swearing i guess?
Summary: Y/n was always the nicest person ever, no doubt about it, but what about when her ‘friends’ decide to taint her image and paint her out as the villan. Will Yoon Jaehyuk help her find her way back?
Notes: Jihoon here is NOT Treasure’s Jihoon and this was inspired by a true story.
“What’s going on? Chaerin what happened?” Y/n asked as she walked into their classroom. There stood her classmates, crowding all over her desk, whispering among themselves.
“Find out yourself” Chaerin scoffed and shoved Y/n, who was confused at her friend’s change in attitude.
Walking towards her desk and cutting through her classmates, Y/n was suddenly face to face with the mess that used to be her desk. ‘LIAR’ ‘TOXIC’ and ‘PATHETIC’ was scribbled all over, the surface. Y/n dropped her bag from the shock and fell onto her knees, shaking.
“FUCKING BITCH” Somin lunged at Y/n and grabbed her by the hair, cursing her out and screaming at her.
Although Y/n didn’t understand why her friends were suddenly bullying her, she let it happen thinking she really did something wrong. Yet, before it could escalate, Somin stopped and everyone went back to their seats as the bell rang, leaving Y/n a mess on the ground.
At lunch, Y/n’s classmates stared at her, wide eyed and full of scowls. Though without giving it much thought, she just ignored them and went to go sit at her usual table, but got tripped on the way.
“Don’t sit with us, it’s embarrassing to be seen with you. Go elsewhere freak” Jihoon spat, but Y/n calmly stood up and walked away, staying quiet because fighting back would only worsen the bullying.
Then she found herself by a bench near the soccer field. Sighing, she sat down and watched the male students playing soccer and running around.
“What happened today” Y/n turned on her phone to check the school’s open forum and was surprised to see a lot being said about her on the board.
“Kim Y/n is a lying, toxic dog. Too nice for her own good but talks shit about others to bring them down” she read quietly, tears rolling down her face for the first time that day.
“I haven’t done anything wrong, why me of all people” Y/n mumbled, wiping away the tears on her face. Suddenly someone had approached her, it was Hyunwoo, a classmate of hers.
“Well, if it isn’t Y/n, come here you bitch” he grabbed her and dragged her away forcefully as she tried to resist. Someone had suddenly intervened as Hyunwoo stopped, “What the fuck dude” the boy cursed as Y/n cried softly, the grip on her arm starting to hurt.
“Don’t talk to your senior that way, and let her go because if I hear another word from you then you will be hearing from your teacher, understood?” A stern voice said, then Hyunwoo grumbled and walked away from Y/n.
“Are you alright? What class are you in?” Y/n looked up and saw a boy, he was so handsome.
“I’m alright, thank you so much. I’m Kim Y/n from class 4A, what’s your name?” Y/n dusted off her skirt timidly, he saved her and she was thankful for that.
“Yoon Jaehyuk, I’m guessing you’re Y/n, the schools hot topic right now?” Jaehyuk joked, but it bothered Y/n as she grimanced and avoided eye contact.
“Sorry, I tend to joke when I’m nervous. If anyone bothers you again please tell me” The girl nodded as her senior offered to walk her to her class.
“I’ll meet you in front of your class and take you home, is that alright?” Jaehyuk asked gently, while Y/n stood there shocked. “You aren’t against me?” and Jaehyuk shook his head.
“No of course not, I wanna get to know you genuinely as a person, because I know you can’t possibly be the monster others put you out to be” he said gently, taking Y/n’s hands in his while she chuckled bitterly.
“Thank you sunbaenim” Y/n then sat at her desk, watching Jaehyuk walk away.
It was soon time to go home and Y/n was getting her things ready. “Going home by yourself? How unfortunate” Somin threw a notebook at Y/n, but Y/n just walked away to meet Jaehyuk.
“I’m talking to you idiot” Somin shrieked as Jihoon pulled Y/n back by her bag. “Hey stop that, you don’t want this reported” Jaehyuk suddenly said as he walked into their classroom.
This seemed to scare them though as they scurried away. “You’re lucky to be saved by whoever this is” Chaerin rolled her eyes as they all walked out.
“I’m so sorry Y/n, let’s take you home” she nodded at Jaehyuk and walked out the school.
After offering to buy her a drink, they both walked to Y/n’s house together. “Y/n listen, I’ve actually liked you for awhile now, and I am so sorry this all happened to you, I meant to tell you this earlier but I was too much of a coward to do so, but will you give me a chance to protect you?” Y/n stared at Jaehyuk, who seemed to have stopped in his tracks.
“You like me?” The boy nodded and gave a boyish smile, Y/n’s face lit up.
“I’m willing to give you a chance Jaehyuk, I hope you can keep your promise” she smiled and he suddenly engulfed her into a hug. “You won’t regret this” Jaehyuk smiled into her hair.
a/n: fluff, lowercase intended
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the daisy is the birth flower of april. which symbolizes purity, true love, and innocence. daisies are known as flowers to show your undying love for someone.
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"and why daisies?" he asked.
a slight smile appeared on her face, though she was careful not to let him notice. she had just accidentally told him how daisies made her think of him. leaving both of them flustered, their cheeks and ears flushed pink.
"no reason. i just think they're just undeniably pretty, don't you think?"
he nodded slowly, stroking her hair while continuing their walk in a field of daisies. flowers—the daisy, to be exact—was her thing. there's something about those dainty, wildflowers that makes her heart get filled up with glee, much like how he makes her feel.
they soon found themselves sitting on the hammock at a little place down by the creek, quite far off the daisy field, though some daisies still visible and scattered around them.
the sun was just about to say it's regards to the faint clouds as the sky turned into a beautiful golden orange, both of them knew what that meant. the temperature was warm though the cold breeze pierced their skin, making them close the distance between them.
the faint scent of daisies still notable, though is quite barely overlapped with the more pronounced scent of grass. she took notice of the slowly setting sun, sighing while taking in the heavenly scenery.
then broke the silence, "i have to g-"
"you have to go, i know" he interrupted, also taking a deep breath, looking right at her. "ten minutes?" he tried to compromise.
"five. my parents will kill me if i get home after dark, you know that, right?" she chuckles slightly, brushing the hair out of his face.
"alright, five" he agreed.
they sat in silence for a few minutes, watching as the sun starts to kiss the horizon gently.
"are you ever gonna tell me the real reason why you love daisies so much?"
she looked at him, putting her hand on his left cheek, mesmerized at how indescribably beautiful he is. the way his brown eyes turned golden, reflecting the orange rays of the sun. how his dark hair fell down just under his eyebrows, soft as if they were made out strands of silk. how his prominent facial features just complimented his personality perfectly.
"it's because you are a daisy" she had said with a soft voice, stroking his cheek slightly. he took a few seconds to digest what she had just said.
"um, i don't know if you forgot, but the last time i checked my name wasn't donald", he said matter-of-factly which made her burst into laughter and leaned her head on his shoulder, him joining in laughing with her.
"shut up, watanabe" she playfully hit him.
"but seriously though, what does that mean? why am i a daisy?" he sounded genuinely confused.
she sighed, "my five minutes are up. are you gonna walk me back or not?" she stood up, pulling him up to stand up with her.
"i am", he said while adjusting the denim jacket he was wearing.
"but you're really not gonna budge, huh?" he poked at her sides.
she laughed and stuck out her tongue, letting go of his hand then running off towards the direction to her house. him running behind her trying to catch up as the orange sky slowly turned into a solemn dark blue.
“What in the world were you thinking? Leaving the house without an umbrella even when I told you that it might rain.” Yedam chided, going on and on about how stubborn you were for your own good while you stood there with a slight pout on your face.
He was right though. He had warned you regarding today’s weather forecast, sending at least a dozen messages reminding you to carry an umbrella but you just had to go against him. And look where you were now, standing fully drenched, listening to your boyfriend scold you with slight panic in his eyes.
He had opened the door with a bright smile on his face, a vibe that only Bang Yedam could give, which soon changed into a frown on seeing your soaking form. He was quick to pull you in, letting you bask in the warmth of his cosy dorm room.
He would’ve continued ranting until he saw you shivering, desperately trying to keep yourself warm
He sighed, “here, go get changed.” He handed you a pair of sweatpants and his pink hoodie- the one which he knew you loved on him, your stares weren’t so subtle. While you were getting changed, Yedam made sure to grab a few extra blankets and made you two hot chocolate.
His back was facing you when you stepped out. “I made hot chocolate..” he trailed off on seeing you standing there, his hoodie reaching your mid thighs, engulfing you.
“You look absolutely breathtaking, jagi.” A smile made its way on his face as he saw your cheeks flush a beautiful pink colour. It widened once he saw your sweater paws covering your face.
“stop it, dami.” You whispered softly.
Yedam walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you towards his bed which was covered with all sorts of blankets, a few probably stolen from the boys.
With an arm wrapped around your waist and your head on his chest, you slowly fell asleep, but not before you heard him whisper softly, “I love you, you know?”
“ I love you too, a lot actually.” You were careful not to raise your voice, the silence around you with the soft pitter patter of the rain and Yedam’s heartbeat calming you down after a long week at school before you fell asleep. A small smile on your face, cuddled up with the one who brightened up your day.
