can someone pretty pretty pleaseeeeee, make a ‘sion x crybaby reader’ fic AND/or a ‘crybaby jaehee x reader’ fic 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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can someone pretty pretty pleaseeeeee, make a ‘sion x crybaby reader’ fic AND/or a ‘crybaby jaehee x reader’ fic 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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i think we as a society should just write more sion & jaehee fics. tbh all the wishes (excluding sakuryo). we r quite literally living in a fic drought..
JAEHEE - The reflection of the sunset
The school festival was coming to an end and most of the students had gathered in the main courtyard for the closing bonfire. However, you had escaped the noise and were in the music room on the third floor, which was completely empty. You sat near the window, watching how the sky was tinged with orange and violet tones.
The living room door opened slowly, breaking the silence.
“Ah, I knew I would find you here” Jaehee said, poking her head out with a shy smile.
He was wearing an impeccable uniform, although he had taken off his tie and the sleeves of his shirt were slightly rolled up. In his hands he held two cans of cold soda. He walked towards you and handed you one of them.
“Thank you, Jaehee. Shouldn't you be downstairs with the rest of the group?” you asked, taking the can.
“Too many people for today” he admitted, sitting on the edge of the desk that was next to your chair “In addition, the committee had me running all day with the sound equipment. I needed a little peace... and a good conversation”
Jaehee looked at the grand piano that rested in the center of the living room. He got up, approached the instrument and pressed a couple of keys gently, letting the notes resonate in the empty space.
“Do you remember the melody we were practicing last week?” he asked, looking at you sideways with a spark of enthusiasm in his eyes.
“Of course, although it was difficult for me to keep up in the second part” you replied, approaching too.
“Come, I'll show you how it was going” he said, making a space for you on the piano bench.
You sat next to him. Jaehee placed her hands on the keys and began to play a soft and leisurely melody. The sound was warm, fitting perfectly with the sunset light that came in through the window. As he played, his usually cheerful expression became concentrated and calm.
“Now you, enter the third half” he said in a low voice, without stopping playing.
You placed your hands next to his and began to play the accompaniment chords. Although at first you doubted a little, Jaehee's constant rhythm guided you easily. His hands crossed a couple of times on the keyboard, and in one of those transitions, his fingers brushed yours, sending a slight shock of nervousness down your arm.
They finished the piece at the same time, letting the last note vibrate in the air until it disappeared. The living room was silent again, but this time it felt different, much closer.
Jaehee removed her hands from the piano and turned to you, resting her back on the keyboard. He looked at you with a sincere smile, one of those that made his eyes narrow slightly.
“You see, it wasn't that difficult” he said, breaking the silence “You just needed a quieter environment. You play very well when you don't have the pressure of the whole class looking at you”
“It's easier when I play with you” you confessed, feeling that your cheeks warmed up a little under the reddish light of the dying sun.
Jaehee widened his smile and nodded softly, keeping your words in his mind. He got up from the bench and walked to the window, contemplating the last rays of light before night fell completely.
“The festival is over, but the music room will remain free on Mondays after classes” he commented casually, although his tone betrayed the expectation “We could continue practicing that song. What do you say?”
You looked at his silhouette cut out against the sunset sky and smiled, knowing exactly what your answer would be.
“It's a deal, Jaehee”
Hello I am the owner of this twitter account and I’m here to give reader fic ideas for jaehee, I am once again requesting for more jaehee fics on tumblr since there are not enough 10k one shot, 30knseries and 40 ch of smaus of him
I am requesting all of the talented nct wish writers here to help a hungry girl out, please and thank you so much
💭 TEXTS FROM JAEHEE WHILE TIMEZONES APART ⋆.˚ ⸝⸝⸝ based off his bubble texting style meow this is dedicated to my daeyoung fairy @wichujunseo [ jaehee x fem reader. fluff . slice of life(?) . princess/love/baby used . 52 messages ]

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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?"
(づ_ど) holy fuck i need him to use me so bad
library’s secrets — nct wish jaehee
warnings. kiss at the end, marketing rambling, jaehee is called daeyoung/daeng, reader has hair and smells like vanilla, daeyoung talks like a pathetic virgin #sorry #lovehimstill
genre. full on fluff — words count. ~950
mini’s notes : my first writing for years may be bad may be hella good who knows, hope you enjoyyy! “don’t count on me to start writing” i said, two days ago..
Every friday ; same time, same corner, same drink, you went to the library where Daeyoung worked part-time at. You’d shared a few classes despite the different degrees — communication, international law and that hell of business’ group project he was so serious about it made you roll your eyes.
After sighing countless of times about how stupid the course you were studying looked, you decided to bother him as he was putting newly-received books on a shelf,
“Hi Daeyoung, would you mind helping me with that class I’m struggling with? I heard you’re pretty good there…”
It did take a moment to realise you were talking to him before he finally nodded and followed you.
“What class is that ?”
You gently tapped on a chair on your left, asking him to sit down next to you.
“Marketing..” you sighed one more time, which made him giggle quietly making you smile.
“So I have my lectures notes right? But there’s that chapter about social responsibility with about 8 pages and, if I am being honest with you, in my life I will never ever read all that. If you could basically just shorten it for me? It should be a cup of tea for you, shouldn’t it?” you followed up, making your famous begging-look everyone would instantly fall for, which Daeyoung indeed did.
He hummed, pushing his glasses a bit further before starting to read the document and taking notes.
After a little longer of you sipping your coffee, sketching on your notebook, looking at him, and almost falling asleep, he finally looked back at you, waking you up instantly.
“So ..?” you asked impatiently.
“So it’s basically explaining that, it’s about companies taking care of people, society and the environment while doing business. It means being ethical — treating workers fairly, avoiding harm in production and being honest in advertising. It also means thinking about the planet, like using sustainable materials or reducing waste. It helps building trust within customers but also improving their reputation.”
“You’re a life saver… Though I have a few questions, I hope this won’t bother you. So like, if companies say they care about society and the environment, does that mean they’re actually doing it or is it just for PR? Because I feel like every brands ever post about saving the planet but then you know, the stuff we buy is still terrible for the environment. And what about workers? I read somewhere that some factories pay like nothing and make people work crazy hours, so how do companies make sure they’re actually ethical? And sustainable materials… I don’t even know where to start with th—“ as you continued your endless rambling, looking at your laptop and your notebook, he started losing focus. Time starting to slow down. His eyes naturally focused on the way your lips moved at every words, your eyes blinking every 6 seconds and your brows furrowing when you were thinking a little too deeply. But also how your vanilla-scented perfume filled the small space, and how soft your hair looked under the dimmed light.
His thoughts got cut off when he suddenly couldn’t hear you anymore, you, noticing how he wasn’t listening, making you pout slightly.
“Did i talk too much? Aah~ I’m sorry daeng.. Got really lost in my words,”
“No– no it’s okay, I was listening I– I promise, I’m a little tired today, I didn’t mean to and your voice is really soothi—“ he tried to explain himself while moving his hands abruptly, his glasses falling on his lap from it, getting cut off by the sudden.
“Daeyoung..” you laughed, “It’s okay.. It happens” you added as you picked his glasses up from him “oh! I like your glasses, can I try them on?”
He smiled softly and nodded, looking at you fondly when you put them on. “How do I look?” you say grinning widely.
“Gorgeous is not even enough of a word to describe it” the boy replied, amused.
You removed the glasses shyly, putting them back at his original place, his face. You were being so gentle, as if touching porcelain, even slow, it almost felt intimate.
Daeyoung started blushing at how careful you were being, not to hurt him. As the glasses were finally sitting right, you stayed close, too close but not enough to justify stepping away without it being obvious.
Your fingers still holding the hinges of his glasses, grazing his temples with your fingers unintentionally.
He doesn’t say anything, only swallowing, his smile fading into something quieter, like he’s waiting but not daring.
Your breaths sync, he leans in without really realizing it, barely an inch and, he stops.
She notices and shifts slightly, brushing his cheek, just adjusting her grip. Her gaze flips to the lower side of his face, back up to his eyes and once again to his lips.
Daeyoung tilts his head slowly, not to startle you, and kisses you. So barely, almost like a test, your lips barely touching.
Embarrassed, he laughs breathily, starting to apologise again but shortly cut off by your lips placing on his once again.
This time more sure, more confident. His glasses fogging a little by the sudden heat. You, tilting your head slowly, giving him more access, him, mirroring the movement.
Your hands moving to the back of his neck, drawing him closer, making him shiver, almost whimpering. The kiss deepens slightly, lingering, delicate yet urgent.
Suddenly, someone clears their throat nearby. Reality snaps in, resulting in you both pulling apart flustered, but smiling, like two idiots.
The tension stays, nevertheless, it settles even, warmer, like promising something later, something new.
© pinkoko — taglist. @cigsaftersuh
7 minutes... kim daeyoung
unistudent!jaehee x fem!reader
warnings: smut
you had a headache.