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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.
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⌗ ꒰ 𝓉okuno 𝓎ushi x f!reader ꒱ ❤︎ 1.4k, fluff, est. relationship, reader and yushi had a fight, use of yushi's last name (duhhh :p)
⌗ you call your boyfriend “tokuno” in anger, and it’s the one thing he can’t bear. he'll do anything to win back the right to hear his name on your lips again ࿔*:･ﾟ
메시지: based off this tweet >< it makes sm sense… absolute cutie ushi
usually, if you and yushi had a fight, it’d be resolved within minutes, both being conciliatory. but this time, you weren’t feeling it. for the past week, yushi had been basically ignoring you – if you texted him, he’d respond only hours later, which was much too late. if you wanted to go out with him, he’d somehow be busy every single time. if you asked him to get you something from the store, he’d tell you he “missed the text” or that it had “slipped his mind.”
it wasn’t something you could just brush off, especially when it felt like he was falling out of love with you. so you brought it up, unhappy with how he was treating you. but the small comment turned into a full-blown argument, and now neither of you were speaking to each other. well, yushi was trying to talk to you, but you wouldn’t give in.
“please, y/n,” he begged, scooting closer to you on the couch while you scrolled on your phone, turning a blind eye to your boyfriend laying his full weight on your back. “if you’re not gonna speak to me, at least acknowledge me?” he sighed, his arms wrapping around your body.
you continued scrolling, not taking the time to turn and face him. but hearing the desperation in yushi’s voice sent a pang to your heart, melting your ice-cold layer. “what do you want, tokuno?” you said harshly.
this time, yushi decided to put aside the fact that you didn’t call him “baby,” or even by his first name, but by his last. he continued the conversation, but there was no denying that he was thinking about it. “come follow me to dance practice?”
even though you and yushi were practically on no-speaking terms (one-sided but it’s good enough), you agreed, knowing that if you didn’t, it’d send yushi spiraling.
the drive to the studio was complete silence. you carried on busying yourself with your phone while yushi focused on driving, not even bothering to turn on the radio. maybe you didn’t notice it, or maybe yushi was just good at hiding his emotions, but on the inside, he was contemplating the way you called him “tokuno.”
he absolutely hated it. it was so cold, like you two were enemies and only called each other by your last names. to him, it was completely unacceptable – how could his girlfriend call him tokuno?!
“tokuno…” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. it drove him insane.
once you reached the studio, you unlocked your door, hopping out of the seat. you never opened your own door if yushi was with you, that was a set rule. yushi pouted seeing this, folding his arms. did he really mess up this time?
yushi thought that when you both got into the dance studio, you’d return to your normal self, only showing a perfect relationship to the others. but to him, it seemed like you were playing it up just for them.
“yushi! i didn’t know if you were coming or not, you took so long.” sion greeted, chuckling at him. “oh, and hi, y/n.” he smiled, waving at you.
you waved back, a big smile plastered on your face. a smile too big for yushi’s liking. he pulled you closer to him, hugging your side, but you slipped out of his grasp, walking to sit on the couch in the corner of the room.
he clung to you like a panda clinging to a bamboo shoot, and as nice as it felt having his warmth engulf him, you were supposed to be upset with him. “tokuno, aren’t you supposed to be dancing?” you asked, pushing him off you.
hearing you use that stupid name again, his bottom lip jutted out even more, becoming more noticeable to you and his other members. “hmph…” he whined, tugging you back into his arms. “stop calling me that, y/n.” he gently punched your shoulder, his head hung low.
“then stop doing stuff that forces me to call you that.” you huffed, finally putting down your phone. through the corner of your eye, you could see the members staring at you and yushi, but it didn’t matter to you.
“oh.” at that moment, he understood how unhappy it made you. none of it was on purpose, and that’s what he defended himself with, but he was upset at you simply using his last name to speak to him, he too would feel the same if he was the one in your position. “i’m sorry, y/n.” his voice was barely above a whisper, somehow even quieter than how he usually spoke. “i really wasn’t doing it on purpose. i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”
“look, yushi. i’m not trying to make you feel bad, i know you weren’t doing it intentionally, but i’ve been basically ignored for the whole week.” you exhaled, brushing a hand through yushi’s hair. you couldn’t help but feel for your boyfriend who stood in front of you like a dejected kitten. “go practice, we’ll figure it out at home, ushi.” but yushi couldn’t handle the tension anymore. he despised the feeling that you and him weren’t on good terms and if he didn’t solve the issue now, he wouldn’t even be able to focus on his practice, anyway.
“no, we need to settle it now, y/n.” his head slouched to the side, eyes close to tears. “i don’t wanna practice if we aren’t okay.”
as much as you’d like to work out your fight, the rest were – still – staring at you two, and it felt a little too intimate to be doing this in front of them. “the guys are watching us, yushi. just wait till we get home, okay?”
“y/nnn…” he hummed, putting on that face that you couldn’t say no to. “please?” if he had that pleading face on, it went without saying. you, partially against your will, nodded.
“i’m sorry for… everything. it wasn’t deliberate, i swear. i understand that you felt upset and i’ll do anything to make sure it doesn’t happen again, okay? i’m really sorry, angel.” the words flew out of his mouth like it was all he had been thinking about… because it had been.
you sighed at how easy you were, bringing him into your embrace. “it’s fine, yushi. all my feelings just pent up and i took it out on you.” you hid your face in the crook of his neck, stroking a hand down his back.
“so, we’re okay?” he asked, taking your face into his hands and pulling it out of his shoulder. even if you wanted to say no, the grip he had on your face, and the way his eyes were begging you, forced you to say yes.
“good. and stop calling me tokuno.” his voice revolted at the thought of you calling him “tokuno” one more time.
“whatever, tokuno.” you forced him away, sending him to the rest of his friends. however, the ring of his last name had him turning back to you, dragging you back into his grasp.
he pressed your back into his chest, surrounding your body with his arms to keep you in place as he attacked your face with sharp kisses. “i. said. don’t. call. me. that!” he complained between each peck, each word gaining more annoyance.
you turned around to face him, laughing at his reaction to the passing nickname, while rubbing your cheeks which were now turning red with how much energy he had put into his kisses. “i’m kidding, baby.”
“you better be,” he said with a sulk. before letting you go, he brought you into one last kiss, or so he thought.
just as his lips were landing onto yours, you whipped your head to the side, his kiss ending up on your cheek instead of your mouth.
“y/n!” he frowned, expression turning sullen. “seriously, you’re so mean…”
“and you were ignoring me the whole week, ushi.” you giggled, finally giving him his long-awaited kiss on the lips. “i love you.”
“gosh, they need to get a room…” ryo winced at the sight of the couple, faking a throw up.
despite the others hating the sight, it was safe to say that yushi wouldn’t be getting on your bad side ever again.
