#god yuta my baby you deserve this least of all

[bluebeesknees]

04:59

[leewonkyeom]

"none of us have any shame or self-awareness"... i guess you have some self-awareness😀😀😀 cause you're absolutely right😭 but whatever, me and dk couldn't keep our hands of each other either, we were just stronger than y'all i guess (yes, it's a competition) cause at least we waited until we were alone😭

no bestie you're wrong. i'm not a dk apologist, cause the man can't do no wrong🙄🙄 (except not confess to me ig) and omg i did not bring that up to hear about the flowers again😭😭 but i guess he's forgiven🙄🙄 somewhat (after i chew him out in a few days)

noooo he was planning your wedding?😭😭😭 dk was sobbing like "i'm sorry, ida, i don't deserve you. you have such pretty eyelashes, they're too good for me" like man ????? just because you could only do 40 pushups😭 i literally had to challenge him to a competition after so he would feel better. like after my 10 😀 pushups, he was all like "oh, baby, you're not that strong at all. guess you need someone like me to protect you" and carried me around the rest of the party😭 (worth it)

oh my god best video ever😭😭 going to play it at your wedding🫶

lmaooo😭😭 i remember charles BEGGING me to say what you were going to dress up as and i caved😭 i'm still not sure why i ended up going as ursula but i think jeno convinced me😭 ("purple IS your color, ida") but i'm starting to think he wanted to see my downfall😭 i still slayed though, so whatever👀 like dk dressed up as aquaman i remember, cause apparently jisung had told him i was going to dress up as mera. and then jeno went as her??? idk i'm still so confused😭

oh my god the pokemon party was so good as well😭😭 i remember me and dk dressed up as jessie and james (why did i always dress up as a villain???) 😭 i loved it sm. and we convinced chan to dress up as meowth😭 and omg the halloweens !!!! we should literally meet up for halloween again sometime! like your house in london i.e.??

oh my god, i loved prom😭 besides i never wanted to be king and queen, you and hannie love the spotlight wayy more🫶 you deserve it! our proms were sooo good. i still remember everyone sneaking into the bathroom just for a few sips of alcohol😭 i also remember selling some powdered sugar mixed with fluor to the boy's soccer team😭 hope they had fun with that one🫶 we literally looked so good!! i loved going dress shopping with you!!❤️

no cause i read through it last night and😭😭 i was on the floor, how did they even come up with this😭 me and dk even tried to act out some parts, but the second hand embarrassment hit quickly😭 the comments literally made those fics though fr🙏

lmao am i doing it in public???? 😭😭 let the guy breathe😭 (i'm totally here for it) tell the boys to bring blankies and heat up the fireplace cause it might take a while🥰

y'all are still cute af though😭 but wholesome? you're literally asking me to grill him with a public audience😭

no cause he doesn't even look old enough to be a teacher? and he still reminds me sometimes like 😭😭 yeah omgg, how did you have time for all that?😭 i was so busy just with soccer and the student council (still a proud vp). i remember i had to shut wonwoo and vernon down sooo many times about joining their film club😭 like sorry i wanted to focus on school as well😔😔😔

oh, i'll definitely make up for it🥰🥰

i'll make sure to let him know😭 he's sulky now cause i said i would date ten if he didn't exist like ???? 😭😭 admit the man is fine and has a good personality... never going to let him in on my crush on xiaojun either then🙄🙄

no cause i was there right... and cheol just said "wait five minutes" and disappeard off with him so literally no one knows except cheol and he won't tell😭 ig it's fixed though, but...

oh my god, yuta is coming!! i haven't seen him in so long!! and taeyong and jungwoo as well... okay, sorry, darling, but we ARE having a soccer match during christmas. cause if jeno, yuta, taeyong and me are all there? and i suppose dk would count...

LMAO I DIDN'T ASK FOR A REPEAT😭 i've heard more about his collarbones than i have ever thought about dk's😭😭

oh my god, i'm so excited to see my boys as well!! (and you ofc🫶). literally tell nono junnie and jwi that i that i have made them all something (that is definitely edible). and for the rest of y'all i'll bring love and happiness😌

no cause👀👀 if we just happened to be there alone ? and y'all never locked the damn door to the basement? it wasn't supposed to happen, it just did😭 and ofc i remember our circle convos😭 if not somewhat at least😭 they should be kept private though fr what were we even saying😭 omg mark's brother is literally so cute, i totally get where you're coming from!! and about game nights👀👀 like there's a reason only me and wonwoo went sometimes cause ?😭 loved y'all but sometimes we could do without all the screaming. like i know i was just as bad as you and hyuck but😭😭 i wanted to play seriously SOMETIMES

"(dw the house didn't catch on fire)" does not make me feel better at all?? cause how did you even think that would calm me down😭 that was not my first thought at all, and i'm now realizing it's very possible for y'all to burn it down... and i want you to wait until me and dk arrive😭 can't wait to try those cookies and gingerbreads though!! (maybe😀) just hoping y'all clean up before we arrive😭

like the way i am extremely afraid of birds (like no. 1 fear), but i can deal with pigeons now and i think part of the reason why is dokyeom and his stupid impression😭😭😭 made me realize they're not all that scary

[sukirichi]

omg sorry im the anon who picked too many spices i’m so sorry 😭😭 so let me try again: wine for yuuta, ingredient 53, and spice 8 10 11?

good for you

People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true.

meal order: wine + 53 (bad boy good girl au) + 8, 10 (dumbification, begging kink) 

warnings: nsfw content, fingering, dumbification, begging kink, slight voyeurism, slight corruption kink, bad boy! yuuta, unedited fic

note: soooo anon...i hope you like this, this is my first yuta fic and i was really nervous i was gonna mess this up, sheesh, hope you like it and thank you for the request! have some wine~

masterlist !

You were so good for him – it made sense you were his favorite.

The moment you felt his cold fingers graze under your shirt, fingers lightly tugging at the clasps of your bra as a promise of what was to come next, you shuddered from his touch. You leaned back to his body, your hand clutching his that was gripping your thigh.

“Yuta,” you bit your lip to hold back a moan, his expert hands sliding down your inner thighs to brush over your clothed cunt, teasing you to no end. “We-we shouldn’t.”

“And why not?” his husky voice sent shivers down your spine, and you gasped as his fingers tugged your panties away. He’d barely even touched you, yet you were soaking wet for him already. Two of his fingers slipped past your folds easily and you clamped down as he scissored you, finally releasing your bra and easing it off your shoulders. “They won’t know. We’re just studying, remember?”

Your relationship with Yuta was complicated, to say the least. Last month, your homeroom teacher assigned you to tutor him, and your eyes widened because the last person you expected to see was the notorious Okkotsu Yuta who barely attended school, preferring to live life in his own way.

He looked scary then; dark circles hanging heavily under amused eyes, slicked back hair that shone under the sunlight, and a half-sneer as an excuse for a smile.

He terrified you, until he didn’t. Contrary to what people said about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, you never thought that way about Yuta. And he knew this too; he took advantage of your unconditional kindness, basking in your shy, soft touches and stuttering during study sessions whenever he stared at you a little longer than you expected.

You were so fucking cute he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He blamed you for it, really. He wouldn’t have been this addicted to the quiet, timid girl who followed rules and apologized way too much than necessary if you weren’t such a good girl for him.

But you were so cute, so curious and innocent that Yuta, being the more responsible and experienced one between the both of you, just had to give in to your pleas. Soon, your shy touches became eager ones, grinding on his thigh with your hands  tugging at his collar while you begged for a kiss. You were so pretty too, always so ready and wanting for him, but oh, everything was different when you begged.

If he thought you were pretty before, it was nothing compared to when you begged.

Innocent eyes gazing up at him under thick lashes, small hands wrapped around the thick base of his cock, your pretty red lips begging to taste him – you were at your prettiest when you were begging for him, and how could he deny you?

It was because you were so good for him that he Yuta wasn’t selfish when it came to pleasing you, his cock hardening when your head fell back on his shoulders, lips open as wantons flooded through your lips. “Shh,” he chuckled with a kiss to your lips, his fingers pumping in and out of you until you were dripping down on his palm, the sopping sounds of your pussy nearly embarrassing. “You don’t want to be loud, baby, your parents will hear you.”

At the possibility of getting caught, your eyes widened, and you slapped your palm over your mouth to hide your sinful moans. Yuta’s eyes darkened as you trembled in his arms, trying so hard to be a good girl and keep your reputation, but the way you grinded down onto his fingers told a different story.

“Y-Yuta,” you cried out, reaching up to capture his lips in a kiss. He swallowed your moans while his other hand gripped your thighs tighter, your ass barely grazing his painful erection. “I need more, please, will you-will you-?”

“What do you want, baby? I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.”

Yuta smirked when you whimpered in his hold, your hips pumping up and down as you rode his fingers. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. You knew he could give you more, and Yuta would gladly do anything for you as long as you said it.

The sight of you cumming all over his fingers, tits perked from under your shirt yet still looking so innocent from your shirt skirt – he could cum in his pants just watching you. But he held it all in, fully aware that you wanted him inside you, though your shyness still remained. Ironic, really, since Yuta had already lost count of the times he had to stuff your panties down your mouth as he dragged you to the nearest empty classroom, making you cum either just on his tongue or cock alone.

He figured he’d have ruined you by now, but you were just so good, such an innocent, pretty little thing that the mere mention of his dick had you flustered.

“Yuta, I can’t – you-you know what I mean,” you palmed him through his pants. Yuta hissed at how you pulled his cock out free from his confines, the warmth of your hand wrapping around his cock, the tip already flushed and red.

He gripped your wrist and pulled you towards him, resting your ass just above his cock. A dark look crossed his face when he saw you inhale sharply as he rubbed his tip all over your lips, your pink panties tugged all the way to the side, the material loosely clinging onto the fat of your flesh. 

“Is this what you want,” he teased, hands placed on a tight grip of your hips as he slowly sank you down his length. He reveled at how you slowly lost yourself, thighs quaking, and it was just only the tip. “Do you deserve it, baby? Have you been a good girl for me that you think you deserve to feel good?”

“Yes, yes, of course!”

Your eyes were focused on the remaining length of his cock that wasn’t buried in you, and you were so needy, so fucking wet and horny that you wiggled your hips, a slight whine echoing from the room when Yuta only tightened his hips on you as a warning. “Don’t move,” he growled lowly, and like the good girl you were, you complied, bottom lip jutted out. “You don’t get to sit on my lap when you don’t beg hard enough for it, baby.”

“But, oh,” you tried to say, your words cut off when Yuta suddenly gripped your ass down all the way down his length in one go, your ass flat on his thighs.  

Both of you groaned at the feeling of him buried deep inside you; you could feel him pulsing inside your heat already. Unsatisfied with your silence, Yuta slapped your ass, forcing you to look at him. 

He was perfectly content with you cockwarming him; he could jack himself off later, but he knew you couldn’t satisfy yourself – not when your needy little cunt always wanted to be stuffed full with his dick.

“My parents are downstairs,” you tried to reason, though your actions betrayed your words as you dug your nails on his shoulders, eyes closed from the pleasure. Yuta gave small, slow thrusts, the movement just enough to scrape at your walls, almost as if to mock you that you could’ve had an orgasm by now if you just complied. “I-if they hear, they’re going to get mad, and they’ll find out that—”

“They’re going to find out what?” he thrusted his hips into yours sharply until your skirt was bunched all over your ass, his hands rough and hungry while he kept you in place. Your moans filled the room, and Yuta gripped one of your legs to press on your sides, thigh-high socks teasing and plumping up the flesh of your legs. “That their sweet, innocent daughter isn’t such a good girl after all? Look at you, walking around in school wearing that. You’re always begging to be fucked, baby.”

You didn’t deny him because his words were true, and soon Yuta had you choking in your own breath. He wanted to make you beg, to go down on your knees just to show him you deserved it, but you clenched down on him so hard that he lost himself too.

Yuta pulled you in for a heated kiss, his strong hands wrapping your legs around his waist before dropping you both down on the bed.

He didn’t bother pulling his shirt off, only jumping out of his slacks before he found home in between your legs. Yuta chuckled at how fucked out you were before him, teeth deep into one of your stuffed toys while he kept fucking into you. 

He fell forward, hands planted beside your head, his dick scraping against the warm walls of your pussy.

You were close; he could feel it. Yuta picked up his pace and started littering lovemarks on your neck, somewhere people could see his markings and to claim you as his good girl.

You were such a good girl for him, letting him pump himself into you in a rough pace until you could no longer hold back your moans. “Yuta, Yuta, god, you-you feel so good, right there, oh,” you were a mess on his cock, drool collecting from your pillow and tongue lolled out. 

He found you so pretty, so gorgeous and so good; screaming his name like that even as your parents called out to ask if you were fine just because you knew he liked it when you said his name while you were stuffed with his cock.

“Come on, baby,” he gripped your waist this time, not slowing down for a moment as his thrusts grew sloppy. Yuta’s dick twitched and pulsed harder inside you when your walls hugged him tightly, sucking him in too deep that he was hitting your most sensitive spots. “You’re close, aren’t you? You want to cum on my cock? Beg for it, come on.”

“Yuta, Yuta, please please please, want to cum on your cock, want you to fill me up,” your back arched when he hit your g-spot, your vision turning white for a moment. “Fuck, fuck, Yuta, fuck me good – please, I want you, there, please!”

His dick only further hardened upon hearing such dirty words fall from your pretty lips. You were begging so good for him, following his orders and making him feel good with your pretty pussy – how could he deny you? People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true. 

He kept fucking into you until you were creaming onto his cock, his name falling like a prayer on your wet mouth, losing all your sanity and comprehension when he spills inside you, your cum dripping down your ass.

Yuta chuckled before leaning down to kiss his pretty girl, so good for him, but what they didn’t know was that the bad boy was just as good for you, and he never failed to make you feel good.

They called him a bad boy, labeled him all sorts of things, warned you so much of the dangers he brought. 

Everyone was just simply unaware how he good he was for you.

[doyumacy]

RIDE OUT - 7

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you hear a knock on the door and you ignore it. you have been locked in your for two days ignoring everyone’s call, especially yuta and mark’s.

a second knock on the door interrupts you from doing nothing. you groan and put a pillow over your head. there’s a third knock and you sigh. still ignoring them.

“i know you’re there, y/n,” you hear jisung from outside. “come on, open up. you need to eat something.”

you get up from your bed and open the door, not letting him inside your bedroom. “i’m not hungry, jisung. please leave me alone.”

you’re about to close the door when jisung stows his foot on it. you groan. “jisung!”

“may i come in?” he looks at you. “please.”

you sigh and let him in. he’s carrying a tray with food on it. jisung places it on your desk and stares at you. you go back to your bed and lay on it, hugging your pillow. he sits on the edge of the bed. “i’m sorry.”

“for what?” you ask, your face buried on the pillow you’re hugging.

jiusng sighs. “for what they did.”

you look at jisung and frown. “it’s not your fault, jisung. you don’t need to apologise.”

“someone has to,” jisung tilts his head, looking at you.

you sit on the bed resting your back on the headboard. “come here.” you tap the spot next to you and jisung takes his shoes off, sitting next to you. “i know you it was hard for you when he ‘died’ because i know you looked up at him.”

jisung nods. “i felt like i lost a brother, you know?”

“yeah,” you murmur and put an arm around his shoulders. “it was hard for all of us.”

jisung stays quiet a few seconds and then lifts his chin to meet you gaze. “i know you’re hurt and upset at him. i am, too.” he admits, “but there must be a reason why he did what he did.”

“are you here to convince me to talk to him?” you cock an eyebrow at him.

jisung shakes his head. “i’m just trying to say that he deserves the benefit of the doubt, you know?”

you roll your eyes. “i don’t want to talk to him. or see him.”

“and mark?” jisung inquiries.

“what about him?” you frown.

“i heard the way you talked to him the other day, he didn't deserve it,” jisung looks at you. “i mean, it was kind of fucked up but it wasn’t his choice to make.”

you press your lips together and bite your lip. “i know. i was just furious. oh god, i was rude to him, wasn’t i?”

jisung gently nods his head. “yep.”

“i should go and apologise.” you affirm.

“and you should also talk to yuta.”

you roll your eyes. “no. he’s dead to me.”

“but he’s not actually dead,” jisung wiggles his eyebrows. “at least let him explain why he did it.”

“you’re a pain in the ass, have i told you that?” you cock an eyebrow at him.

jisung grins. “yeah. all the time.”

you laugh and slightly slap his arm. “now get out so i can take a shower.”

jisung nods and gets up from the bed. “when you come back, can i talk to you about something?”

“we can talk now,” you look at him and sit on the bed, crossing your legs.

“i can wait. go and talk to mark,” he says walking to the door.

“jisung, you’re my brother. you come first. tell me,” you look at him and grab his arm. “what is it?”

jisung shakes his head. “later. go and get mark back. you two like each other so bad.”

you cross your arms on your chest. “i don’t like him… that much.”

“yes you do,” jisung rolls his eyes. “you two are heels over each other. we can notice it.”

“i’m just gonna ignore you,” you open the door for him. “now leave.”

“you stink anyways,” jisung shrugs and you open your mouth. he laughs leaving your bedroom.

when you’re done taking a shower, you go to your closet and open your underwear drawer. you eyes go to your red lace panties, mark’s favourite. you bite your lip and choose to wear them just in case, as well with a red lace bra. you wear classic jeans and a black shirt. you grab your white nike and then take your stuff leaving the house.

you drive to mark’s place and you park right behind his car. you doubt if you should put the code or ring the bell. you groan internally. “fuck it.” you whisper and log the code. the doors unlock and you enter the building just to get on the elevator. as soon as you’re in the hallway, you forget everything you have to say. you want to turn around and leave.

you clench your fists and take a deep breath when you’re standing in front of his door. you knock. nothing. you knock again and your heart footsteps approaching the door.

mark opens the door and he didn’t expect you to be there. he tilts his head to the side and you smile shyly. “hi,” you say.

“hey,” he greets back, smiling. “what are you doing here?”

“uhm… i was in the neighbourhood,” you rub your forehead. “may i come in?”

mark hums and he opens the door so you can get into his apartment. he shuts the door behind him and you turn to him. “i wasn’t exactly in the neighbourhood.”

“i figured,” mark crosses his arms on his chest.

you sigh. “listen, i was a dick to you and you didn’t deserve it. i was upset, but mostly at johnny and yuta. i didn’t mean what i said. i’m sorry.”

mark walks to you and rests his hands on your shoulders. “i know,”

“so you’re not mad at me?” you look at him and he shakes his head. you wrap your arms around him and rest your head in the crook of his neck.

mark kisses your left temple and places his hand on your back. “what made your mind change?”

“i have a very wise brother,” you reply. “not johnny. jisung.”

mark chuckles. “don’t tell him but i like him better than johnny.”

you laugh and stroke his lower back with your fingers. “mark?” you lean back a bit and look at him.

“yes?” he rubs your cheeks with his thumbs.

“i like you,” you whisper.

mark grins. “i like you, too.”

you pull him closer by taking his neck with your hand and kiss him. you let his tongue gently slip through your lips, tasting them. you playfully bite his tongue and he growls. “that hurt.”

“i know,” you put your lips back on his. his hands rest on your ass and he pulls your closer to him, gripping at them. the kiss is soft and sweet yet passionate, his lips slowly moving against yours.

before you know it, he lays you on his bed, hovering over you. he takes off his hoodie in a hurry, and places each of his hands on either side of you. you smile looking at him. “i see you missed me.”

“you have no idea,” he unbuttons your jeans and he tugs them off, he groans. “you knew where you’d end up, didn’t you?”

you bite your lip and grin. “i had two options and came prepared just in case.”

“smart girl,” mark hums and tugs his fingers inside the hem of your panties, taking them off. you lift up your hips a bit to help him and he holds your red lace panties on his index finger. “these belong to me now.”

“hey no,” you frown. “they’re very expensive. give them back.”

“no,” mark hovers over your body again and kisses you. you whine when he slips his finger under your heat and rubs your core teasingly. “i see you missed me,” he mocks your previous tone.

"i d-did you gasp, as he begins rubbing your clit faster. mark lays his right palm on your stomach, stopping you from moving. you.

a string of moans leave your mouth as you begin reaching your high, and mark hitting your sweet spot faster.

as you come, you arch your back almost automatically. you roll your eyes as you feel the euphoric fire spread all over your body and squirm as you come all over his fingers. mark stares at you lustily.

"what?" is all you manage to say.

"you make a pretty face when you cum," mark smiles, before licking your cum off his fingers while making eye contact with you. this makes you blush a bit.

you bring  your hand to the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging it lightly. mark kicks them off and you remove your shirt. he whistles looking at your red bra. “i’m keeping it too.”

you laugh, unclapsiting it and throw it somewhere in his room. for a moment you totally forget about the hickeys doyoung left on your skin nights ago and when you remember it, you groan to yourself. you notice mark looking at them and you press your lips together. he leans closer and softly kisses your neck, your chest and your breasts. you sigh and you run your hands through his hair.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper.

“shh,” his lips go back to yours. “it’s okay. don’t be.”

your hands travel to his fully hard dick and gently wrap your hand around it, you slowly start jerking him off and mark rests his head in the crook of yours, groaning.

“let me suck you off,” you say, bumping his dick.

“i want you to, but right now all i want is to be inside of you,” mark bites your earlobe. “ride me.”

mark crawls over to the headboard of the bed. he smirks as he sees you crawl over to him and he spits on his hand and bring it to his cock, feeling it up slowly. mark places his hands on your waist as you lower yourself down to his cock.

he groans when he fully enters you. you begin moving on his dick and instantly grip his shoulders as a small wave of pain hits you.

"you okay?" mark lifts your chin up.

"yes... it's just that... you're so big, i haven't gotten used to you." you blush at your answer.

mark smirks. "it's okay baby, let's go slow" he places hands on your hips again. you begin to move again, mark keeping a firm grip on your hips. you relax as soon as the pain is replaced with pleasure.

mark concentrates on looking at how your pussy swallows his cock entirely, making him twitch inside you.

mark let his hands fall down to your ass, cupping them into his hands. "ah!" you gasp, as he suddenly spanks you. mark grins, before kissing you neck.

you feel something building up in your stomach, and begin moving faster on him.

"shit.. i'm gonna cum. fuck," mark groans.

you grip his shoulders as you bounce faster on him. mark groans again and throws his head back as he feels your walls clench around him. you moan his name as you come all over him.

mark cums in you shortly after, moaning quietly as he watches the cum drip out of your pussy.

"fuck," mark says.

you move off his abdomen slowly and crumble onto the bed sheets.

mark's laugh makes you turn to him and you frown. "what?"

"i just changed the sheets," he pulls you close to him.

"sorry," you pout and he gives you a peck on the nose. you smile. "i need my panties back."

"why? you look hot laying on my bed naked," mark smirks looking at you.

"i just can't be walking around your place naked, mark," you giggle.

"it's a risk i'm willing to take," he sighs dramatically.

"i can't stand you," you tell him.

"then sit," he kisses you.

you groan. "seriously!"

mark laughs and rests his chin on your chest.

later that day, you and mark are cooking, or at least trying it. he’s chopping some bell peppers and you make sure the chicken won’t burn. as he adds the sliced peppers in the chicken, he leans against the counter and stares at you. you catch him and you laugh. “this is the third time i catch you staring. what?”

mark gently shakes his head. “i just… i need to ask you something.”

“what is it?” you say, checking on the chicken.

“what’s gonna happen with yuta?”

you stay still for a few seconds and then look at mark. you shrug. “i know he owes me some explanation, or at least i deserve one, but i don’t know if i want to talk to him. yet.”

mark slowly nods and crosses his arms on his chest. “i know it’s none of my business, but i need to know where i’m standing, you know?” he knits his eyebrows together. “i know he was, or is, a big part of your life and the feeling will always be there.”

you press your lips together. “i was in love with him, deeply. yuta meant so much for me. i married him because i thought he was the man of my life.”

“hold on, hold on,” mark waves his hand and looks at you. “you two were married?”

you nod. “yep. no one knew. it was a secret thing we did before he died.”

mark gulps. he starts thinking that maybe he's not good enough for you. what if you realise you don't really like him and you're still in love with yuta? he can't get his heart broken again. he wouldn't take it.

you turn off the stove and walk to him wrapping your arms around his waist while you look at him. “whatever you’re thinking, just drop it. i like you and i’m pretty sure i mean it. i do.”

mark cups your face by placing his hand on both sides of it and looks at you in the eyes. “promise me.”

“i promise you,” you look at him.

mark sighs and hugs you resting his head on your right shoulder. “okay.”

you stroke the back of his head and kiss his cheek. you stay there for a few minutes until mark leans back and nods. he kisses your forehead and then smiles at you. “so, i’m fucking a married woman?”

“i’m technically a widow,” you reply and mark chuckles.

(...)

you hate jisung and his manipulative ways to approach people and persuade them to, what he says, ‘better for them.’ you can’t believe a 19 year old boy convinced you to do something. and here you are, walking to an abandoned place to meet your dead husband.

you spot yuta at the end of the hallway and walk towards him. it’s dark outside and freezing. he can hear your steps approaching him and he turns around. his hair is longer than usual and black. his shoulders look more broaden and you can’t deny he looks good.

“thanks for coming, y/n,” yuta looks at you.

you nod. “i don’t have much time, so start talking.”

yuta takes a deep breath. “i’m an interpol agent. i was going undercover when we met.”

you tilt your head to the side, confused. “you what?”

yuta walks to you. “i was chasing some leads that took me to your shop. i knew johnny worked there and i thought he’d help me to get my car ‘fixed’, but there was you.”

“so you used me?” you stare at him.

yuta presses his lips together. “yes and no. i knew you were his sister and if i could get closer to you, then i would be close to him, too.” he admits. “but you made me feel something i never felt. the first night we spent together i knew i wanted to keep seeing you.”

you scoff. “since the day you lied to us. you lied to me, you lied about who you were. god, is yuta even your real name?”

“i lied because i had to, y/n,” he sighs. “i spent years making drugs for these mafias and i’d report everything to the interpol, do you know how dangerous that is?” he stares at you. “i wanted to tell you the truth many times, but i was scared that if you knew, they would come for you, too.”

you blink and lower your head. yuta stands in front of you and cups your face. “the yakuza eventually caught me and i barely had time to get away from japan and come home with you.” he’s looking you in the eye. “they found me here too and i couldn’t let them hurt you, or johnny and jisung.”

“that’s why you faked your death,” you whisper.

yuta nods and rubs your cheeks with his thumbs without stopping cupping your face. “i asked johnny to help me but he refused at first, but when i confessed everything of course he wanted to kill me as well, but he chose to protect you and jisung.”

you sigh and close your eyes. yuta takes one of your hands and runs his thumb over the back of it. “do you really think i wanted to hurt you? god y/n, i just had married you. i love you. madly.” you open your eyes when you hear those words and there’s a guilt feeling. “i was wrong for lying to you, but i did it to protect you.”

"dragging you into this where you could get so hurt or even killed was something i couldn't let myself do. trapping you here with me where you would never be able to leave. you're the love of my life, giving you a chance was all i could think to do." his voice wobbles dangerously, but he gets the words out.

"i would've followed you anywhere." tears sparkle in your eyes.

"i know," he replies, "that's why i did it, why i love you."

you sniff before pulling yuta into a hug, your face pressed onto his neck. yuta hugs you back tightly, his hand smoothing down your hair in the same way he did whenever you felt sad. you two hold each other like that for a while.

yuta kisses your forehead and pulls away. "i still have one thing to do."

"what is it?"

"turn doyoung in," he looks at you.

you gulp. "he's insane."

"i know," yuta nods. "that's why i want you to stay away from him. can you do that?"

"he's practically my boss..." you rub your forehead.

"not anymore. please, y/n." yuta cups your face again. "promise me."

you remove his hands from your face. "i can take care of myself."

yuta groans. "dammit y/n, why are you so stubborn?"

"let me finish what i've been doing, i'm really close," you ask him. "after that, i won't ever see him again."

when you come back home, you get a text message and you smile when you see mark’s name on the screen.

how’d it go?

it went well. see you tomorrow? i kinda miss you.

you’re obsessed with me, but i guess i can make time for you.

you roll your eyes.

never mind. bye loser

mark chuckles.

just kidding. looking forward to seeing you, baby ;)

now who’s obsessed with who

it’s true. i want you to sit on my face

ew mark why are you always horny

you make horny

see you’re obsessed with me

and your ass. and your boobs. your legs and your pretty pussy

wow you’re a total romantic 

well what do you want me to say pretty lady 

something more classy

i want to make love to you. does that work?

yes. better

well i want to make love to you

you grin and leave your phone on the glass table in the living room. you hear a whine from the kitchen and you frown walking there. you see jisung sitting at one of the dining room tables and johnny in front of him. jisung has a split lip and one of his eyebrows is bleeding. you rush over and stand next to jisung. “what happened?!”

“i don’t know, he won’t tell me,” johnny replies, pressing a cotton ball with alcohol on jisung's injured eyebrow. he groans in pain.

you turn to jisung. “what happened, jisung?”

“nothing!” he groans when johnny presses more on the cut. “someone tried to rob me.”

“that’s bullshit and you know it,” johnny stares at him. “no one in this damn neigubourhood would dare to fuck with you, or y/n.”

“jisung, if you’re in trouble you can tell us,” you tell him. “we can help you.”

jisung sighs and runs a hand through his hair. he stares at you and then lowers his head. “green subaru,” he whispers.

johnny frowns. “green subaru?” he repeats.

you ignore johnny and lift jisung’s chin up. “what do you know about him?”

“i am jwi,” he confesses.

[writemekpop]

Lipstick On Your Collar (Part 1) | Nakamoto Yuta

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

Summary: Till death do us part... But what happens when he cheats?  

Genre: Husband!Yuta, Angst

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Infidelity, Sexual Content, Body Image

Gif: @yuthereal​

Part 1 ⭐| Part 2  | Part 3 | Part 4

“Ten more minutes, then it’s homework time, alright?” you called to your two older sons, eight and four years old. Caught up in their wooden sword fight, they didn’t even look up.

You smoothed your hand over your face, eyes bruised from lack of sleep. Between your banking job and your three kids, sleep was a rare thing.

Just then, you felt a waft of chill air. Yuta strode in through the front door, his feathery black hair in disarray.

“Hey babe,” you called, shoulders relaxing.

Your husband had this calming presence, your island on a rough ocean. Your chest ached for Yuta’s warmth. You hadn’t hugged, kissed… touched in months.

“Hi, Y/n. We need to talk,” Yuta deadpanned.

You picked up your baby daughter Ayumi. She needed her nappy changed. Bad.

“Alright. What’s up?” You placed her on the changing mat, blowing your fringe out of your eyes.

“I mean in private.” You saw that Yuta’s face was stretched and white. A knot curled in your stomach.

“Nappies?” You lifted your hand. He begrudgingly handed them over.

“Y/n. This is serious.” Yuta’s voice quivered like a taut string.

“Can’t you see I’m busy? What is it?” you snapped. You instantly regretted it. Nowadays, you were always on the edge of an explosion.

“Okay. Fine. I’ve… messed up. And I’m sorry, and I didn’t mean it, but… it’s happened.”

You bin Ayumi’s old nappy, then pull her into your arms. “Is that all? Look, if you’ve broken something, we have insurance.”

“This isn’t a bloody plate! I’ve- I’ve done something awful.”

“Right. Well done. Anyway, I have to help the kids with their homework.”

“Just look at me, Y/n! I’m trying to fucking tell you something!” Yuta’s yell turned your head.

Yuta’s eyes were red-rimmed and wide, like he was in shock. “I… cheated on you, Y/n. I slept with someone else.”

Your heartbeat slowed to a crawl. Instinctively, you pulled your baby close.

“Who is she?”

“Diya. From the school.”

Your lips went numb. You put Ayumi down in her rocker and started rinsing plates in the sink. “How long?”

“Just once. It was a mistake, I swear… it’s just, she was there, and… I didn’t plan it!”

Your chest folded in on itself. While you were kissing your babies to sleep, Yuta was kissing someone else.

“When was it, Yuta?”

“The… day you… went to stay with your sister.”

You’d never forget that day.

It was a few weeks after Ayumi was born. You couldn’t seem to get out of bed, let alone be a good mother. So you’d escaped… just for a day.

While you were breaking apart, Yuta searched out another woman.

“Where?” You picked up the cutlery, letting the hot water scald your skin.

“Her apartment. We met up after work, and one thing led to another… I swear, that was all.”

Images burned into your mind, like a flashed camera. Yuta’s fingernails scraping the back of her neck, like he did to you. Their naked bodies gyrating, sweaty, the smell of sex saturating everything…

Your throat convulsed in a retch. For a second, it was like a brick was hitting your chest.

Then, everything stopped.

You felt a curtain dropping. You didn’t have time to deal with this. Not now. As quickly as they came, the feelings slowed. Drooped. Vanished.

You looked down. You were clenching a table knife so hard it had drawn blood. You let go.

Everything blurred. You felt like a kid again, staring up at yourself from the bottom of a pool.

Your voice was a croak. “Obviously, we’re not telling the kids. My parents are coming next week – so we can’t tell them either.”

You dried your hands and looked up at Yuta. His mouth was hanging open, like a cartoon character’s. It was almost funny.

You continued speaking, bunging toys into a basket.

“If you want a divorce, tell me now, because we’ll have to borrow money. For tonight, I’ll take the bed, you have the couch.”

“What the hell, Y/n?”

You jolt and look up. “Fine! You can have the bed.”

Yuta grabbed your shoulders, knife-cheekboned and wild. “I don’t care about the fucking bed! I just told you I cheated on you. Why aren’t you mad?”

You stared at his hands on your skin, like you didn’t recognise them. Yuta spotted your gaze, and slowly let go.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n. I want to fix this. But you need to let me in.”

You looked into his chestnut eyes and frowned. Why was he being so obnoxious?

Slowly, you spelled it out. “You cheated on me. It was with our kids’ tutor, while I was sick. You’re sorry. You won’t do it again. Now can I go and make dinner?”

Yuta blinked. Slowly. Then, he gulped and gave you a slight nod. “Yep.”

You pushed past him, and called out, “Whoever helps mummy with dinner gets ice cream!”

You ushered your eager kids towards the hob. You didn’t look back, but you felt Yuta’s gaze on the back of your head. Stunned.

------

You plastered on your brightest smile all throughout dinner, whilst laying out bedding on the couch for yourself, even whilst tucking your children into bed.

Now, you were sitting in your children’s room, with the lights out. You’d just finished reading their bedtime story. They were fast asleep.

Finally, you let the iron screen lift from your heart. Instead of fighting it, you bared the most vulnerable part of yourself.

It was a memory: you were in Paris with Yuta on the first night of your honeymoon. You were in a mid-range Travel Lodge – the best you could afford – with rain pelting at the windows.

You had woken up at 11AM, tangled up with Yuta from your cuddling. You’d talked, worried, agonised about it, but you’d never had sex with him before.

Yuta opened one sleepy eye and felt your body with his hands, as if he was checking if it was there. You tingled with lust to the tips of your toes. Suddenly, you knew the moment was right.

For once, you didn’t care about your tummy that you always tried to hide, you didn’t care about your thighs which rubbed together when you walked.

You didn’t think about anything, except the feeling of Yuta’s slow kisses, the feeling of him inside of you, the feeling of his hands reaching to the very ends of you.

You were in a hazy, golden pool of completeness. As you gasped your worries, apologies, in each other’s ears, you became whole in a way you’d never known before.

Then, the memory shattered. And in its place, before you could stop it, was the image that was burnt into your eyelids.

It played over and over again, the trailer to a movie of your shame. Yuta in her apartment, the thumping of the bedposts, him between her legs, her exclamations of ‘yes!’, that were only echoed by him moaning her name…

You screamed silently into your fist.

You knew the real reason Yuta cheated on you. Whatever excuses he made, it wasn’t a mistake or a drunk one-off.

You grabbed the soft flesh around your waist. This was why. You thought of the nights you’d told him you were too tired, that you weren’t in the mood. That was why.

You couldn’t even blame Yuta. He was only compensating for the fact that his own wife would never be attractive enough, good enough, just enough for him.

The tears rose up your throat, making your head pound and your cheeks stretch with sobs. You wanted nothing more than to drown yourself in these tears, though you knew they wouldn’t wash the pain away.

Then, you caught a grey glimmer in the darkness. Your youngest boy, Nico, was wide awake and watching you with saucer eyes.

“Hey baby… go back to sleep,” you whispered, quickly smoothing away your tears.

“Are you crying, mummy?”

The softness in his gaze was like a punch in the stomach. You choked down another wave of tears. “No, sweetie, I’m fine. Go back to sleep okay?”

Obediently, he closed his eyes. You didn’t deserve such beautiful children.

You were doubled over, silent in the darkness. You pressed your palms into your eyes, so hard they hurt, and forced the tears back.

You couldn’t even make your husband love you.

What hope did you have with your kids?

------

Three days had passed since that terrible night.

It was 10PM, and the house was unusually quiet.

You and Yuta were sitting at the far edges of the couch, the Netflix episode you never missed playing on the TV.

Both of you were pretending like nothing had gone wrong.

“So… how was work?” Yuta’s cautious voice broke the silence.

You sighed and shook your head. “Just get me a drink.” You couldn’t be bothered with this charade. But at least you could drown your feelings.

“Are you sure that’s a good-” Yuta began.

“Just get it.”

He returned with a whisky, with two ice cubes. Your heart twisted. “You remembered?”

“How could I forget my wife’s favourite drink?” Yuta gave you a thin smile, and for a second, you forgot to ice him out. You smiled back.  

That was two whiskies ago. Now, the gap between the two of you on the sofa had shrunk.

You were laughing so hard your eyes were teary.

“Do you remember, Y/n? Your shirt was on backwards, my pants were on the other side of the room, we were moaning so loud half the theme park could hear us!”

You dried your eyes, sighing. “I bet we scarred a few kids for life that day…”

Yuta’s lip curled up in a smile that sent your heart racing.

You looked down. Subconsciously, your hand was massaging Yuta’s denim-clad knee. You retracted it.

“God, we really knew how to have fun, didn’t we?” You could barely remember the time before you had your three children. It was rose-coloured.

“I mean, Disneyland was nothing. Remember Taeyong’s attic? The nightclub bathroom? I could go on…”

“Ahh!” You mimed blocking your ears. “There are kids in the house, you know!”

In doing so, you lost your grip on your whisky glass, which was balanced on your knee. Yuta grabbed it before it fell, and his hand was suddenly on your thigh.

He let go, and you cleared your throat.

That was hours back. Now, you were having difficulty sitting straight. You’d lost count of how many whiskies you’d downed.

You grabbed Yuta by the shoulders and shook him. “Look! Let’s just get it out of the way. ASAP, straight, completo. No regrets.”

For the first time in ages, your blood was running warm with more than alcohol. The worn denim of Yuta’s jeans was pulling your gaze southward.

“Get what out of the way? You’re not making sense, Y/n.”

You pulled the pin out of your hair and let it fall over your shoulders. “The big three-letter.”

Yuta looked at you, still bewildered. “What?”

“SEX.”

The glass fell from Yuta’s hand.

To be continued…

Part 1 ⭐| Part 2  | Part 3 | Part 4

[apyrisol]

JJK VOLUME 2

oops took a little break there but helloo. there's no real schedule to these anyways whatever lol

general sorta statement for this image but holy shit i so love the expressions sukuna gets in this damn series. he's having *fun* he's playing a game he's smiling and grinning about it this is all toys to him and you can see that nearly every moment he's depicted (until later in shinjuku at least or whenever he's truly being challenged, and even then half the time he's got a grin on). it's very fun 2 me

his ass is NOT alive i still think it's so insane gojo never fucking told him this until after he himself died good lord. meg lived his entire life believing his father was out there but didn't care enough about him or his sister to come back to them. while that's sorta true (toji only kinda cared. i believe he wasn't a total deadbeat because he tried to give megumi a chance he didn't ever have in the zen'in clan because he knew meg would be able to make it there and that counts for Something even if he's still a huge ass imo) it'd at least be a different kind of relief knowing the truth im sure, if only gojo told him. alas.

immmm so goddamn normal about this one. i really am. i don't quite have the brainpower to describe Why im normal about it but i am. something something the way yuji ends up fighting to save meg from a similar circumstance as this because they both care about eachother and know they're both good hearted people who don't deserve to suffer or be blamed for the suffering of others just because sukuna's decided to use them as puppets. also hello mahoraga tease numero 2 boy i swear to god

HELLO BEAUTIFUL!!!!! i love shoko a lot i really really do, she's so!!! girlie was the secret backbone of the story istg, she carries so much weight all for so little acknowledgement. and the way people always forget that she and gojo (and geto) were/are friends always pisses me off so much!!! stop leaving her out of this she was affected by getos betrayal too!!!!! just because she wasn't part of the star plasma mission does not mean she wasn't friends w those two!!!!

her little bio page isn't actually right next to her introduction in the book but i moved the pic up so i could talk abt her all in 1 section of this (it'd be between the kenjaku+jogo convo and the "we'll see something interesting" pannel if i left it where it was). i love that she speedran medschool because she can just use rct on people that's so fucking funny of her. i hope they're paying her 1million dolalrs for her contribution to society. i wonder what made her quit smoking... we don't really know all that happened between 2007 (when gojo presumably aquired megumi after geto dissents) and 2017 (jjk 0). either way good for her, she means the world to me. ik she picks it back up during shibuya but oghh.. i love her so much

i feel like i remember seeing SOMETHING in some interview or extra content somewhere about how and why megumi came to respect yuta in the year he's known him (since yuta only entered the world of jujutsu in his first year and he's a second year now) but i can't for the life of me remember what it was. either way iii think it's neat. he doesn't respect maki in my mind because they're like cousins to me and they brawl like cousins sometimes do. i think about those 2 a lot, two zen'in outcasts for entirely opposite reasons.

What Do You Mean "Boss". i think abt this sometimes, i wonder if it's just a mistake on geges part where they intended to give the nature curses a leader other than kenjaku or if this is supposed to be him taking a guess at jogos goals but idk. it's weird it's something to rotate in my mind something to chew on. bc like it feels like jogo at least is acting on his own desires for this "become the true humans" mission, mahito feels like he's just here to fuck around, and hanami has their goal of giving nature more time since humans keep brutalizing nature and killing it. dagon is a baby it's just following the others around. and kenny could give less of a shit, he just wants to be able to use the others to complete his plans with tengen.

i wonder! what the hell made sukuna so invested in megumi from this One fight they had!!! was it the energy he carried when he tried to pull mahoraga? because it is an inherited technique, surely he could've known what he was capable of if he knew of Ten Shadows from the heian era since gojo later confirms that mahoraga has likely been summoned before. but maybe he doesn't know abt it idk!! idk, it's interesting. he doesn't really understand raga when he fights it in shibuya so he probably doesn't fully understand the technique even if he knows about it.

and he meant that literally. gojo stop adopting every stray sorcerer child you come across challenge. i think it's really funny that he does this

oggghh the way he's saying this to shoko who Knows how deep his trauma surrounding the combo of children and the jujutsu world goes. rikos death and getos resulting betrayal shook this fucking guy 2 his core so bad that it gave him a purpose for the first time in his life. i don't remember where it says this, i think in the airport, but gojo never lived and did what he did for any particular reason. i think he only gained one after riko passed and he started actually trying to earn his role as Strongest. the youth that was taken from her, from haibara, from geto and himself and nearly megumi is what he fights for. making a better world for those younger than himself because he's seen the how the world beats down on kids in/because of this side of life(sorcery) is his whole thing and im sooo ill abt it. jsyk.

visions of shinjuku appear before me. shudders. this hakari looks soo different from how gege later draws him it's rly funny how early designs always look kinda off lol. u see this in mahitos first appearance in this book too but i didn't feel like putting it in the post.

always thought him wearing a womans kimono was such a fun choice. as a queer person of course it makes me think of potential implications regarding his views on gender and gender presentation. i think he reflects the thoughts of his time, casually viewing women as inferior and such due to some dialogue of his, but i think presentation and honestly gender itself isn't something he gives a shit about. despite how i think he treats women i don't think he discriminates too differently one gender to the other, he's dogged on men too. he presents very masculine because that's what he's comfortable in, but he wears womens clothing because it's also comfortable, but rather physically than in a sense of gender presentation. the rules society have around gender don't matter to him because he's fucking sukuna and he does what he wants. he also hangs around uraume despite them clearly being a very androgynous person, so it's not like he discriminates as long as people fall into line with what he wants. he makes his own rules from the ground up, preconceived societal expectations be damned.

also taking the opportunity to say it here bc this drawing is a great example of it, but GOD i adore geges artstyle so fucking much. the pen they use is super fun whatever it is, thick spot at the start and scratchy with a lot of line weight variation. it's rough in a sketchy kinda way but it's still refined and neat yk? i fuck with it heavy.

this page is so cutes. i love early lighthearted interactions i missed them the further we got into the story. i wonder how gojo knew he'd learn sukunas technique by sharing a body with him!! i wonder if this is a known phenomenon in the jujutsu world, of if you inhabit someone elses body their body can inherit your technique, since they used this in switch training too ^^ it's inchresting

gojo more like FREAKJO im so obsessed with how much of a fucking weirdo he tends to be in fights sometimes it's so fun. poor jogo did not need allat (i cant say he didn't deserve it with what he's done) but yk what it was funny. ill give you that gege it was really fucking funny.

just some pages i like a whole lot :] jogo is one of my favorite animals in this series for how strange he is, i love to see him.

some parts i thought were cutesey and joyous and fun ^^ i looove that you can see infinity around gojo and yuji in jogos domain. also love that we must know this example is infact drawn by the man himself. i think he doodles on everything i think it's a habit he's retained since his school days. get this guy a notepad to doodle in yaga can't take another report covered in various drawings bro.

OHHH THE DEHUMANIZATION OF ITADORI YUJI WILL ALWAYS KILL MEEEE!!! she doesn't even know. she doesn't even know about kenjaku or him actually being directly related to sukuna. it's so sinister how everyone treats this FIFTEEN YEAR OLD BOY just bc a curse he had nothing to do with incarnated in him because he wanted to help save people.

that's all for now, i want to try to post these regularly because analysis keeps the brain healthy and if im gonna do it i want to have fun with it by reading this damnnn manga. and i just wanna read more, i read a mess of a fic the other day and it was so bad, i wouldn't shut up abt it to my friends, i need to eat good w this so i can ramble about good/interesting writing instead. see u all in da next post gobaba 🫶

kinda liveblog thread incoming soon. i bought an almost complete set of the jjk manga (it's only missing the 2 most recent english releases, vol 22 and 23) so even though ive already read it all once and watched the anime+movie plenty of times now here are new things im noticing and random stuff i have to say 😁

[whale-minmin]

hello! may i request how would nct 127 reactions to their s/o wants to break up because he/she thinks that they deserve better? thanks before!

NCT 127 reaction to S/O wanting to break up because he/she thinks they deserve better

Genre : angst, fluff

Taeyong :

· He'd quickly hug you, trapping you in his arms

· “No, baby.. How can i have better when you're already the best?”

· He'll whisper sweet, loving words into your ear as he caresses your hand in a calming manner

· You're one of the best things that have ever happened to him and he'll make sure you know that

· “I love you so much. Please never forget that”

Taeil :

· You're his whole world, he wouldn't trade you for anything or anyone else

· “Please don't say that, Y/N. I love you so much, you're my sunshine. I can't imagine my life without you”

· He'll prove to you that you're the best, showering you with affection and love

· He'll only leave you alone after he's sure you have accepted his love

Johnny :

· He'll be quite startled when you say you want to break up because he deserves better

· “You're already the best i have, baby. I love you to the moon and back”

· He'll convince you that you're the best he could ever have

· Showers you with love afterwards, telling you not to scare him like that ever again

Yuta :

· He'll be thrown off track, frowning

· “Did someone say something bad? Who was it? You're the absolute best, Y/N. I'm the one that doesn't deserbe you”

· He'll shower you with kisses and affection

· He'll also rain compliments and praises on you the whole day so you know how much you mean to him and how perfect you are

· “You're my gorgeous kitten”

Doyoung :

· He'll nearly spit out his tea, turning to you with a shocked expression

· “What are you saying? Y/N, you're the best, there's no one better in my eyes. Please don't say that”

· He'll assure you that he wouldn't trade you for anything in the world

· He'll shower you with love and make sure you know how just how dear you are to him

Jaehyun :

· He'd widen his eyes in shock, turning to you

· “Tell me baby, how could i get better when you're already the best i could have?”

· He'll trap you in his arms, refusing to let go until you acknowledge how amazing you are

· “My beautiful kitten, i love you so much~”

Jungwoo :

· He'll pout and look at you with puppy eyes

· “But you're already the best, i don't know what i would do without you”

· You can't do anything against his pouty face, so you just give up

· He'll cuddle with you all day, complimenting you almost every second

Mark :

· How can you say something like that? You're the best out of best

· “Baby, i'm the one that doesn't deserve you! You're the best, alright?”

· He's going to give you at least 100 reasons on why you're the best

· Then he'll cling to you all day, refusing to let go

Haechan :

· Stares at you like you said you just killed someone

· “Baby, you're the best! I don't want anyone else other than you. You're so perfect”

· Proceeds to tickle the living hell out of you for saying such stupid things

· But then he has mercy on you, cuddling with you 24/7 and giving you all of his love

WinWin :

· You're the most perfect human on earth to him

· “But, baby, you're the best.. There's no one better in my eyes, and there will never be”

· You can't help but give in to him because of his sad pout

· He'll hug you tightly, forcing you to accept his love for you

❀❀❀❀❀ a/n ❀❀❀❀❀

Oh my god i'm so sorry, i accidentally published it and i only saw this morning :( But i finished it now ♡

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None of the gifs are mine!

[johnsamericano]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 4:

иαкαмσтσ уυтα

23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @notbeforelong @curieouscapt @whathamelon @unknown5tar

warnings: yandere and possessive behavior, implied violence, implied rape, I do not condone any of this behavior.

“Honey, I’m home!” Yuta shouted from the front door, waiting patiently for you to come out and greet him. Anger started building up inside him as you didn’t come out of your shared bedroom. “Y/n!”

It wasn’t until a few moments later that he remembered you were chained, unable to leave the room without his permission. Your new restraints had been product of your pathetic attempt to escape a few days ago, you lost your privilege of even going out to the living room.

“Hi baby.” He entered the room with the most sickening smile ever. “What did you do while I was gone?” He was indeed insane, but not a monster, at least not in his opinion. He provided you with all kinds of entertainment, Tv, canvases to paint, books, you name it.

There was no response from you, your clouded eyes staring into the wall. He sat on the bed, right beside your legs.

“Are the chains too short? Would you like me to make them longer?” He acted as if he was the good guy, as if he hadn’t kidnapped you. “Oh, right! Your period arrived a few days ago, right? Should I buy more tampons?”

The thing is, your period hadn’t arrived. And you perfectly knew why.

Weeks ago, Yuta had come home drunk, forcing himself into you over and over again. It wasn’t the first time that happened, nor would it be the last. The wounds he’d provoked you were still healing, the purple marks on your wrists and thighs almost gone now.

You didn’t want to give him the pleasure of having a family, but you still needed to know what was going on.

“Buy me a pregnancy test.” There were no emotions in your voice, no happiness, no anger, no nothing.

“Are you...?” On the other hand, Yuta felt like he’d explode from happiness. A baby was on the way, his baby. “I’ll be right back.”

As suspected, you were indeed, carrying his baby. You felt sorry for the small being growing on your belly. It was the product of a rape, therefore, it was impossible for you to think of even loving it. Not when it’s father was the person you hated the most.

“I love you so much.” He smashed his lips against yours. “I’ll get you some vitamins as soon as possible, and you need to start eating again. I wouldn’t want to feed you through that tube again, but I’ll do what’s necessary to keep you both healthy.” His ice cold hands sneaked inside your shirt, rubbing the slightly inflamed area. “Don’t make that face, if you behave well enough, I might let you leave the room again.”

As your belly started growing, so did your hopes of escaping. He hadn’t forced you to do anything ever since he found out about your pregnancy, he even unlocked the chains, letting you wander freely around the house.

“Only five more months.” Yuta murmured, applying some cream to your round belly. You bit your lip, disgusted by his gentle touch. “Would you like to go for a walk?”

Your eyes sparkled with hope, nodding eagerly at his proposition. He was finally trusting you again.

As you walked through the park near his house, his hand grabbing tightly onto yours, a plan started forming inside your mind. There was a restaurant nearby, you’d often visit it when you were in good terms with Yuta. You knew for a fact that the bathrooms had a wide window, perfect for sneaking out.

“Yuta, I need to pee.” He didn’t suspect, for you had been going regularly while you were still inside the house. According to his research, he knew pregnant women needed to pee more often than normal people.

“I’ll take you.” As expected, he walked you to that familiar restaurant. “Do you want me to come in with you?”

‘What the hell is wrong with him?’

“You’ll get in trouble, just wait for me here.” Gathering all your willpower, you pecked his lips.

“Alright, darling.”

You locked the door behind you as soon as you were in, running towards the window and easily opening it. With a hand below your belly, you slid one leg out, then the other. You fell on your back, but it didn’t matter anymore, you were free.

You ran as fast as your legs and extra weight allowed you to, luckily finding a taxi.

“Just drive to the nearest police station.” You said out of breath. “It’s an emergency, please.”

The taxi driver nodded, driving as fast as he could under the speed limits. At last, you finally arrived to your destination, the driver extending his hand to receive his payment.

“I-I don’t have any money right now, but I think this watch will be enough.” You quickly got rid of it, placing it on top of his palm. It looked expensive, Yuta had given it to you as a birthday gift. “Please sir, I don’t have anything else to give you.”

Maybe he felt sorry for your desperate self, but he accepted your payment, wishing you good luck as you got off the vehicle. 

The police officer listened to your story attentively, typing everything down on her computer.

“Do you have anyone to call?”

“My parents, but he’d probably find me if I went to them.” And god knows what he’d be capable of doing to them.

“We’ll try to find somewhere you can stay at, with protection, of course.” Your hands twisted each other over the desk, afraid Yuta would come in and take you back to the apartment any minute. “You’ll be alright, miss. Let us find him and make him pay for what he did.”

But they wouldn’t, Yuta was way too smart to let himself get caught.

While you were busy with the cops, he was already looking for you. It wouldn’t be long before you were between his arms again, you and his child safe from the world’s dangers. And of course, you’d receive the punishment you deserved right after the baby was born. He wouldn’t stop until his love was by his side once again, even if it meant taking down everyone who came in his way.

[spectracully]

busy boy.

pairing : fratboy!jaemin x sororitygirl!reader warnings : drinking, mentions of drugs, a bit suggestive (but pls note that this isn’t smut), cursing, mentions of divorce genre : fluff, angst, college!au word count : 2.5k

summary : inspired by chloe x halle - busy boy. basically playing around with the local campus playboy, na jaemin for months is not the best thing, not the worst thing either.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You face yourself in the bathroom mirror, hands gripping the white sink. You saw him, right there. Dancing in the middle of the frat house’s living room with a girl in his arms. Na Jaemin, the boy you’ve been talking with for 3 months now, who recently just texted you “are you up?” on 9.15, and when you replied to him that you’re actually at his frat house, attending the party that Jaehyun hosts, he just texted you back one hour later by saying he’s with his family.

You’re malfunctioning right now, still dazed, don’t know whether it's because of the alcohol, the weed Lucas gave you, or it’s just you- believing his cheap lies. Cause when you think about it, who the fuck leaves the campus, go home and spend time with family in finals month? Yeah, you’re the one who’s dumb here, actually believing his lies. But who blames you for believing in the first place, anyway? You and your sorority sisters have arrived here since 8.30 anyway, an hour and half is long enough to get you lightheaded from the shots you take.

You glanced at your watch, it’s only 11.28 pm. About an hour since you read his text, and practically 34 minutes after you literally saw him. Facepalming yourself, you close the toilet seat and sit above it. It’s not even right in the middle of the night, but it has been a wild ride for you. It’s kinda frustrating when you are the one who actually started this game, you knew Jaemin is hell of a playboy on campus, yet you decided to get some taste of it just because he’s being a real gentleman with sweet words to you. Yeri was actually furious when she saw Jaemin dropped you off at the sorority house a few weeks ago, she warned you that you should dump him before you’re too attached, but you won’t listen. There it is, the fruit of not listening to Yeri’s 40 minutes lecture of how you should avoid men like Jaemin, Lucas, Yuta, Ten, Johnny and Jaehyun in your love life, big disappointment.

Finally catching your breath, you decided that it is time you get back outside, and actually do something about it, rather than being all somber and gloomy. Jaehyun threw a goddamn frat party in the middle of finals month to relax the fellow students’ mind, not for you to dwell on your sadness, in the bathroom. It’s embarrassing. And a disgrace for your sorority.

You head out, spotting Lucas who’s leaning by the counter with Hendery and Jungwoo. They’re probably hitting more blunt and having some existential crisis over a potato chip wrapping. You continue to scan across the house, only to catch a sight of Joy busy making out with Sungjae on the couch. Or Yeri, who’s currently twerking to Doja Cat’s song, totally shitfaced. You sighed, your friends are either high, shitfaced, or sucking a boy’s face out. You really wanna continue your search for your other sisters, but then suddenly a light brown haired boy appears in front of you.

“Hey, y/n, you alright? You look like you’ve been through 4 divorces.” he asks as he stares at you, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah, I just went through a fucking divorce. With your homeboy.” you answer him absentmindedly, pointing to the black haired boy who is wearing a black-white patterned wool sweater and a red shirt underneath, along with his slate-grey suit pants and a silver necklace. The boy in the topic is currently talking with the girl you saw earlier, being all smiley and shit.

Mark just laughs lightly as he sips his beer, “Oh him? Yeah he’s quite a busy boy. Probably went through countless divorces with half of the campus.” you chuckle at him, he knows what you’re talking about. All these girls never even had a proper official relationship with Jaemin, including you, but always ended up getting a nasty ass divorce without any reason. You know that, but you did not expect that you’d hang on up until now.

“You wanna do something about it?” Mark asks, nudging your elbow. He’s in a helpful mood now, probably because he is still not completely shitfaced or high. You glance at him, giving him a questioned look.

“Well.. I mean I would do it, but what? Kissing you in front of him so that he’ll get jealous? No, Mark. You know that his head is made out of a fucking rock, right?” You answer him, seizing his beer and take a big ass gulp.

“Hey, that’s my beer- What? Kiss you? Gross, dude. If you are looking for that guy, might as well run to Lucas or Jungwoo.” he lifts his eyebrows, slightly engrossed. You laugh at him, he’s a funny guy when he reacts to your silly jokes.

“Do I look like I wanna give you a kiss, Mark? No offense, but I don’t like crackly lipped boys.” you tease him, now he’s pouting and starts touching his lips, “Is it too crackly though? You have a lipbalm or something?” he asks

You continue to laugh while fishing the watermelon lipbalm out from your black leather jacket and pass it to him. He muttered a small thanks. You set the beer aside to the table then face him once more.

“Anyways, what should I do?” you eye him, who is now done applying the lipbalm.

“Drop your drink to the girl or something? Make sure he notices you dude.” he suggests, shrugging his shoulder.

“You’re dumb, Mark. It’ll cause a fucking catfight in the middle of party.” you deadpanned.

“Oh yeah, you have a point.” he swept his hair to the side, glancing at the whole party situation. That’s when you get the idea. Scratch kissing other boys in front of him, it’s probably the right time to call him the fuck out, you already have alcohol running in your system anyways, might as well go all out tonight, since everybody else also seems like already intoxicated by the liquors.

You lightly brush your hair, stretching your neck and praying to god that he’ll forgive you for what you are about to do. “Toodles, Mark. I’ll think a way when I get drunk, soon enough.” you wave him a goodbye, heading to the dining table to get a bottle of vodka, it’s half empty though, considering you’re being pessimistic tonight.

You chug the bottle with no mercy, wishing it’ll bring you straight to intoxication. You start to feel it kicking in, when you finish the last drop of the vodka. Banging the bottle to the nearby table, you make your way to Jaemin, who is currently sitting on the staircase by himself, checking his phone.

“Ooh, busy boy, aren’t you?” you ask him, not giving anymore fucks. He looks up to you, who is currently squinting at him, face reddening from the alcohol heat. He stares at you, biting his lip.

“Y/n. You’re drunk.” he says lightly as he stands up, tucking strands of your hair to the back of your ear. You squirm from his action. As much as you want to punch him in the face for playing with your emotions, you really miss his touch.

“I am not! Jaemiiiiin, why did you lie to meeeee?” you whine loudly to him on purpose, placing his hand on your face, pouting. Your plan worked, a few people turned their heads to you and Jaemin. He just sighs and snorts, smelling the strong liquor scent that slipped out of your lips. You can feel Yeri is probably trying to kill you with her glare, you know how much she hates Jaemin.

“Listen, baby, what are you trying to pull?” Jaemin whispers close to your ear. You’re not that sure whether it’s because of the loud music blasting in the whole house, or it’s just Jaemin’s voice. Whatever it is, your ears are tingling, sending funny sensations down to your spine.

Jaemin is pissed, you know it damn well from his tone, stern and strong. Oh yes, you love it so much, pissing him off, probably you’ll start humiliating him more and more in his own frat home, because that’s what he deserves for playing with you, and some other random girls.

“Don’t baby me, Jaemin! You said you were with your family, and then I saw you with some random girl!” you shout. At this point, you don’t really care about what others think of you, because they can clearly see you’re being drunk and probably will shrug it off. If that’s what it takes to call Jaemin out in a huge crowd, then you’ll take it. You have nothing to lose, anyway, they’ll agree with you, they all know Jaemin is a big flirt.

And there it is, the anger and humiliation fills Jaemin up. He pulls your wrists, practically dragging you upstairs. You liked it, don’t know why, it’s just fun, making him mad when it’s actually you, who should’ve been mad in the first place. He rushes you to get into his shared bedroom with Jeno and Renjun. Amused, you quickly sit on his bed, acting like you’re dumb.

He shuts the door behind him, crossing his arms. “What’s this all about, baby?”

You snort, “I think you know, Jaemin. You’ve been messing around me for 2 months- or what, I actually lost count because you’re such a busy boy.”

He widen his eyes, “I don’t-”

“Oh shut up, are you surprised that I actually last longer than all your pretty girls?” you stand up, you can’t contain the anger anymore.

“Listen, baby, I-”

“I said, don’t baby me when you do that to probably other 7 girls!” you shout, glaring at him, who is currently freezing on his space.

He sighs and sweeps his hair in frustration, licking his lips. “Will you listen to me first, at least?”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms while glancing at his study desk. Nicely decorated, and you can see his family photograph neatly placed in a small frame. You noticed that he’s quite a reader too, judging from his book collection compared to Jeno and Renjun.

“First, I gotta admit, you last longer than other girls, yes. And second, it’s because I want to keep you-” he starts, taking a seat next to you,

You scoffed, “Keep me? You think I’m some kind of puppy that follows you around, Jaemin? You’re being such a dick right now! Do you think that I’m just some kind of wh-”

“Can you not interrupt me, baby? I’m talking.” he growls, placing his hand to your thigh. You can feel your cheeks heat up from his actions. Jaemin, being Jaemin, can sense that you’re actually flustered, he lightly squeeze your thigh, just to see your cheeks redden even more. God, he’s such a flirt.

“But first, I got to be honest with you, I was torn between ghosting you or continuing. That explains the lie a lot.” he clears his throat, looking into your eyes. You’re not giving him a reaction (except the fact that you’re already as red as a fucking cooked lobster from his hand placement), just like he said, don’t interrupt him.

“I mean- after all those messing around, I grow tired of it. I-I don’t even want to flirt anymore, I want to be comforted.. Those girls, those people.. They know I’m not serious and they do the same, y/n. We just kinda.. Have a good time and dipped.”

You’re still sitting in silence, eyes fixed on Jaemin, who now looks flustered. This is not Jaemin at all, he’s usually cocky, cheeky, and flirty, just exactly like a few seconds ago. He usually throws wink here and there, but now he actually looks… vulnerable.

“I was surprised you’re still holding on for like 3 months.. Those girls won’t even last for 2 days, y/n. It’ll end up me ghosting them or vice versa, no one ever had a second date with me. But you, you can’t seem to give up when I’m not replying, don’t you?” he chuckles as he looks at you softly,

You giggle at him a little, “Yes. I’m THAT dumb, Jaemin.” you admit to him. In reality, you know it, you know when he’s not replying, he’s probably with some other girls. But you are being deadass, you just don’t know what possessed you, you just keep on texting him like it’s nothing.

He rubs the back of his neck, “I was actually scared that you’ll dump me when I develop actual feelings to you.. Or worse, what if I break your heart after we have something? I mean, if I have to, I’d break it now, so the pain is not too harsh. That’s why I keep on lying to you, and maybe, not replying to your messages.”

At first, you feel bad from hearing him speak truthfully. But after he opened his mouth again, you can feel the anger slowly rising again through your veins. He is very very selfish and self-centered. Is this how he show his true color? A man with a big ego? That’s it?

You tilted your head, “Fuck you. Really. Then why did you start the conversation, Jaemin? You could’ve told me how you felt and we’re set. But I can see-”

He shakes his head, interrupting your words, “I-I told you, y/n. I’m very torn between wanting to pursue you, or letting you go. That’s why I often not replying right after I texted you. I’m sorry, I really do.”

You’re angry. You’re sad. But you’re confused that you’re a little happy too, hearing him speak from the bottom of his heart. But that’s very selfish of him, doing those acts to you. He could’ve told you what he actually feels way earlier than this, so you can make sure what are you two doing, instead of playing pointless games of ghosting and chasing around again.

“I see. You’re so fucking selfish, Jaemin. We talked for months and this is all I got? Am I not worth of your explanation from the start? I know you wouldn’t do anything if I hadn’t drag your ass in the middle of the fucking party!” you stand up, you can no longer hide your disappointment to him, tears start rolling down your face.

His heart breaks a little, watching bundle of tears fall from your eyes. He is the heartbreaker, but those girls were never crying when he ghosted them after they had fun, those girls would catch another boys and forget about Jaemin right away. This is Jaemin’s first ever experience, seeing a girl crying because of what he did.

He knows that he’s an asshole for playing fire, but now he feels like he is THE asshole. He broke your heart right on, and it breaks his heart right back.

You sigh deeply, trying to catch a breath after a few sobs. “Don’t fucking find me. Have fun with your girls.” you look at his eyes with full of anger and hate. With heavy steps, you walk to the door, thinking about things you’re about to do once you get downstairs, probably joining Lucas and the gang, stoning yourself out, so you don’t have to think about Jaemin and his stupid beautiful face.

Just when you try to reach the door knob, you can feel Jaemin is grabbing onto your hand.

“Y/n, I am truly sorry.. After what you did earlier, I realized that I’m a big fucking loser. I can’t even admit my feelings. When you call me out earlier, I just wanna dissolve into thin air. I can’t handle the shame of being such a dick, I should’ve told you what I feel instead of making uncertain decisions.”

You turn to him, seeing his eyes glimmering, probably because of the tears pooling up. You’re hurt, you want to push him away as far as possible, you want to see him suffer. Hell, you just want him to extinct. But seeing him like this, you can’t lie to your own feelings, you like him. You really do. But just like your sorority sisters taught you, yourself comes first, not those stupid silly boys who just fuck around.

“Goodbye, Jaemin.” you say to him, holding back more tears coming in.

Just when you’re getting ready to reach the doorknob for the second time, he pulls you into his arms. You want to let go of him, but he’s strong, and you- actually wanting this for so long. You hate him, but you have feelings for him. You can’t help but stay on his embrace.

And then... There it is, the feels. It comes back, the way you hide yourself from Yeri whenever you pick up his calls, or maybe the late night drive to nearby McDonalds, or maybe flirting through the notes you pass during class, or maybe the first kiss you shared with him in front of your sorority house, and ended up being scolded by Yeri and Joy. 

You realized that it was a stupid crush with the stupid playboy Na Jaemin, but you enjoyed your time with him. You remembered how he likes to send you goodnight selfies, or maybe the way he pouts a lot when driving. Those 3 months of on-and-off-unofficial-relationships with him, is actually making you feel things.

“Y/n, I know I don’t deserve you, but really.. This time, I mean it. I promise, I won’t mess around. Please, I know I’ve been such a dick, but if you just give me one more chance, y/n..  But I completely understand, if you hate me, and you probably want to slam me to death, and I will allow you-”

You look up to him and grabbed his face, crashing his lips into yours. He tastes like cherry soda, with a hint of cigarettes. He seems like enjoying the kiss, he cupped your cheeks as he deepened the kiss. You can feel his hands travel around your body, only to land in your hips.

You want to trust him this time. He promised you. He meant it. He will take care of you. And you trust him, this time. 

“Alright, busy boy. I do want to slam you, though... But remember, just because you’re so damn fine, I won’t even think twice to dump your ass if you act up.” you warn him.

The tears you shed just bloomed into giggles and smiles. The inconsistency between the 3 months before finally disappeared, and reborn again into a new promise.

He nods. “Believe me baby, you’re the one who wants to be slammed right now.” he teases you, glancing to his bed. You can feel your cheeks reddening again, you lightly hit him, and he laughs. He’s a cheeky boy.

“Busy boy, huh?” he giggles, “Your busy boy.”

The anger within you is released now. No more chasing around like a fool, no more getting late replies from Jaemin, no more nights of hoping that he’d reply, because he’s only busy for you now.

[yutahoes]

His Baby

photo for reference

pairing: college boyfriend! Yuta Nakamoto x Reader

genre : fluff

word count : 0.6k words

taglist:  @ailoveyuta @aiforyuu @yutazen01 @2-3-t-i @cosmiclatte28 @nuoyipeach @readers-posts @mel-yjh @ytzvivi​  

This is a request long overdue. This is exactly why I can’t do requests. 😥 I’m sorry this is just like this. I think the AU Gods hate me. 🤣 I’m not a Science major but all exams are hard, I just looked for a subject which I had difficulty understanding.  

'Babe, are you available now?' 

'I have a class at 2 pm.'

'Why?'

'Nothing much. I'll see you later.'

You sighed. You don't want to sound like a baby but you just needed Yuta right now. Even from the start, you were aware that Bio Chem is a hard subject to take. A lot of your block mates were telling you to drop the subject but you wanted to prove to yourself that you can pass this. Now, your stubbornness has caused you a great deal. 

You spent days and nights reviewing for the exam so it frustrates you that you missed just two points to reach the passing grade. Just two fucking points. You shouldn't have eaten dinner last night and studied, you might have barely passed the exam. You wanted to cry, that's 40% of your final grade failed. 

Your phone vibrated and you clicked a message by Yuta. ‘I’m outside your building.’ 

You keep on muttering to yourself to don’t cry. It’s just one exam. It’s not the end of the world. But when you saw your boyfriend, seated on one flowerbed outside your building and checking his shoes (insert picture above), the tears automatically fell from your eyes. “Hey baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, worry present in his voice. Now, you’re more scared that he’ll think that you’re so dramatic over this. “Are you hurt?” You shook your head, refusing to look at him. “Did you fail the exam?” Your eyes widened at that. He knew? “You have an exam today, don’t you?”

You blinked, staring at him in surprise. How did he know that? He wiped the tears from your cheeks. “Your friend said that it was pretty hard.” He smiled reassuringly at you and you wanted to punch yourself at how stupid you’re being. 

“I studied hard for it and I missed passing it because of two questions.” You explained. “I’m sorry. I’m just really frustrated in myself right now.” 

Yuta chuckled that made you glare. “Still, that’s pretty impressive. The sunbaes said that Bio Chem is one of the hardest exams in the university.” He held your cheeks then kissed your forehead. “How are you so smart? Can you share some brain cells with me?” You whined then poked his side, making him laugh. “That exam doesn't define who you are, even your grades don’t. Don't be too worried." 

You feel bad. He's right. It's just an exam. Why are you so petty over it? "I'm sorry. It just frustrates me." 

He held the back of your head, hugging you again. "We can study some more then we'll ace the exams next time." He assured. "You're doing great, my love." 

"I was right to message you. Thank you." 

He shook his head, smiling. "That's the least I can do as your boyfriend." 

"I'm sorry for being such a baby."

Yuta laughed. "Cue in your favorite movie line…" he started that made you smile. "My love is not fragile, Ana." He said in a voice imitating Kristoff which made you giggle. “Besides, you are my baby.” You smiled at that. "Do you want to come over later? I'll get you pizza and we can watch your favorite show." 

"Yuta, I failed my exam. I don't deserve that." 

"You do." He kissed your cheek. "I'll see you later. I still have a class to attend." You gasped. Oh yeah, it's just five minutes before 2 pm. He'll be late. You waved goodbye to him and he just gestured for his phone, walking backward just to face you. You nodded and he sprinted to where their building is. 

You smiled at the thought that you have Yuta. Well, studying is all worth it when you're with him. 

[kopikokun]

Pity Party Crasher༄ nakamoto yuta

↳ Just great. You’ve just been dumped at this stranger’s party and all you want to do is curl up in a corner and cry, which is... exactly what you do. To your surprise though, there’s been an uninvited guest to your pity party.

pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader

content: fluff, comfort fic, alcohol consumption

wordcount: 1912 words

author’s note: ehehe can you guys guess who yuta’s supposed to be? also, this is a little rushed which i hope you can forgive me for since it was supposed to be short but turned into a full oneshot

— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.

They don’t seem to stop. No matter how many times you swipe at your puffy eyes, the tears keep pouring down in a constant stream, falling in droplets onto the fabric of your costume and no doubt smearing your makeup beyond all repair.

  People are starting to stare, you realise which does nothing to boost your crumbling self-esteem at the moment. Nobody even bothers to approach you and ask you what’s wrong. All they do is ogle at you like you’re some sort of strange creature at the zoo. But then again, if someone walked up to you right now and asked you what’s wrong, you’d probably start bawling like a baby and humiliate yourself further. Even so, you wish at least someone here bothered enough to ask you if you were okay. Call it selfish, but you really wish you had someone to turn to right now.

All this extravagance does not faze you though. The second the toilet door locks with a click, shielding you from everybody’s eyes, you make a beeline towards the toilet--well, one of the two toilets--flip the lid shut and fall into it. You tuck your knees to your chest, burying your face as you finally allow a sob to wrack through you.

In the back of your mind, the self-assured, rational part of you knows that this is dumb. That foul man doesn’t deserve your tears after what he’s done. He doesn’t deserve even another ounce of your energy or another second of your time. He deserves absolutely nothing from you, and you know that for a fact, yet the tears are still hot and wet as they continuously trickle down your cheeks.

In the back of your mind, the self-assured, rational part of you knows that this is dumb. That foul man doesn’t deserve your tears after what he’s done. He doesn’t deserve even another ounce of your energy or another second of your time. He deserves absolutely nothing from you, and you know that for a fact, yet the tears are still hot and wet as they continuously trickle down your cheeks.

How embarrassing, you think. Here you are, looking nothing short of stunning in your Halloween costume, isolating yourself in some stranger’s bathroom, mascara running down your face all because your no good boyfri--ex-boyfriend,  stood you up and proceeded to dump you over text, leaving you completely alone at this party filled with people you’ve never met because he had pleaded for you to go. God, just thinking about it makes your blood boil.

  Your very own pity party is swiftly sabotaged when you hear the unmistakable sound of a shampoo bottle dropping and a barely whispered, “Crap!” coming from none other than the bathtub.

  At this sudden intrusion, you immediately lunge to your feet, grabbing onto the nearest available weapon (which is a hairbrush in your case) and soundlessly tiptoe towards the source of this mysterious sound.

  You pause, swallowing dryly. “Hello? Is there somebody there?”

  The shower curtains almost immediately slide open in response and a scream gets caught in your throat as you raise the hairbrush menacingly over your head, in what you think is the best position to strike this person in.

  “Woah! Oh my God, calm down!”

  The identity of the culprit is revealed, although upon seeing his face you still have no idea who he is and, more importantly, why he was hiding in the bathtub. The stranger has his hair dyed a bright, almost neon pink, and little equally as pink antennas sticking out of his head. It’s painfully obvious they’re handmade by how asymmetrical they look, but you applaud the effort. He has his hands up defensively as he peers at you with caution, like you’re some feral, untamed creature, though to be fair, you probably look like one. All this while, this weirdo is still perched in the bathtub.

  “What are you doing in here?” you hiss, letting the hand which was holding your makeshift weapon fall limp to your side. The man’s shoulders visibly loosen.

  “Look, I know how weird this looks--”

  “Yeah, no kidding.”

  “But I genuinely didn’t mean to be here and listen in on you,” he says. “In fact, I was here first.”

  While that statement is true, his argument just leaves you with more questions. “Okay, but why the hell were you camping out in the bathtub of all places? Who does that?”

  The man smiles sheepishly. “Look, I have my reasons.”

  You expect him to explain himself, but oddly, he keeps quiet. You tap your foot impatiently and cross your arms like a disappointed mother reprimanding their child. “Okay, well, do feel free to explain these reasons.”

  “Okay, well, you might want to take a seat for this one,” he says, gesturing to the toilet you were previously sat on, and you can’t help but snort. Nevertheless, you take this peculiar man’s advice and sit back down on the cold, hard toilet lid. “So, long story short, some guy out there really wants to kill me.” He pauses for extra affect. “In the most agonising way he can come up with.”

  You physically recline back in what can only be shock. “Oh, wow. You’re serious?”

  “Excuse the pun, but yes, I’m drop-dead serious.”

  You furrow your brows. “Well, that’s dumb. Why’d you choose to hide out in here of all places then? Why not just go home?”

  The man’s mouth hangs open, almost like he’s about to say something in retaliation before he promptly shuts it. “Hey, you know what?” he says, head tilted. “I didn’t think about that.”

  You roll your eyes at his confession, though you can’t wipe the amused smile from your face. You briefly wonder exactly why this man is on someone’s hitlist. But you think that asking that question would only lead to equally--if not stranger answers.

  “What about you?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Why are you camped out here in the bathroom?”

  You chew on your bottom lip, sudden anxiety beginning to grip onto you. You didn’t expect him to ask that. No doubt he had heard your heaving sobs through the flimsy material of the shower curtain, but you didn’t expect him to ask any further questions. Really, you were sure he was just going to brush it off and pretend like nothing ever happened, and that you were just in the toilet for more normal toilet-like business.

  “I mean,” he leans on the wall behind the bathtub, “you don’t have to tell me anything. I totally get that. But if you want to say something, I’m willing to listen. I’ve got a lot of time to kill. Excuse the pun. Again.”

  You smile softly. You’re not sure what exactly compels you to confide in this stranger, maybe it’s the genuine concern present in his voice, the delicate look in his eyes behind those green-tinted glasses, or maybe it’s just the fact that he’s somehow made you at least chuckle, just moments after your breakdown, which in the moment, was something you thought you’d never be able to accomplish, at least for another week.

  “I--” you start, searching for the right words to say. “I got dumped by text by my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend,” you correct yourself. “And I didn’t even want to be at this dumb party to begin with. The guy had the gall to beg for me to come, and fucking dumped me after I dressed up and everything. Through text.” Crap. You can feel them coming. Another onslaught of fresh tears bombards you. You try your best to suck them back in, but a few stray ones stream down your cheeks.

  “What a dick. Without a doubt, I can tell that you’re way above his league. He’s just a fucking prick.” Somehow, him dissing your ex-boyfriend makes your chest feel a little lighter. “But hey, are you okay?”

  You angrily swipe your tears away with the back of your palm. “Yeah, whatever. I’m over it.” You know that’s a lie. But it’s more of a lie to fool yourself into believing than the man before you.

  “If it makes you feel any better, the guy who’s trying to kill me is actually my girlfriend’s boyfriend.”

  “What?” you sputter. You blink back your visible shock. “You mean you were seeing some girl who’s already in a relationship?” You can’t hide the evident disgust on your face.

  “No! No! Of course not. I’d never do that!” he almost yells, appalled you’d ever accuse him of such a heinous act. “You know me better than that.” Again, his antics bring a humoured snort out of you. “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. I thought she was single. At least, that’s what she told me, but obviously, she was lying. She didn’t think I’d be at this party, so she brought along her boyfriend and now he’s found out and he’s trying to murder me, hence why I’m in the bathtub.”

  You grimace. You should definitely offer him some consolation. It’s the least you can do after what he’s done for you. “Are… Are you okay?” you find yourself repeating his line of question back to him.

  The man grins lopsidedly. “Yeah, I’ve drowned all my sorrows in alcohol and,”--He reaches into the bathtub before pulling out and entire bottle of some expensive looking champagne--“I’ve got more.”

  You snort. “You stole the alcohol?”

  “In my defence, this is so little compared to what’s out there that I really doubt anyone noticed.” He shrugs. “Plus, have you seen the size of this house. I mean, take this bathroom for instance. There’s two sinks! Who the hell needs two sinks? Even if I stole a truckloads worth of alcohol--which trust me, I was tempted to do--that would barely scratch the surface of this guy’s no doubt massive alcohol collection.”

  You slump in your seat. “You know what? A truckload of alcohol sounds really nice right now.”

  “Is that you telling me that you’re willing to help me in my alcohol heist?”

  You laugh. “What? I didn’t say that… Although, my little hands could probably hold a bottle or two…”

  The man leaps from the bathtub, outstretching his hand to you. “Alright then, come along my partner in crime. I’ve got some crisps in my car and we’re getting wasted tonight.”

  “You’re just inviting a stranger into your car?” you tease. “What if all of this was just some extravagant ploy to get me close enough to kill you?”

  The man grins cheekily, rouge beginning to dust his cheeks from the alcohol he’s consumed. “I wouldn’t mind being murdered by such a pretty girl.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” you scoff, a bit taken aback by this brazenly flirtatious comment. Admittedly, you’re not opposed to it.

  You place your hand in his, and his smile broadens as his hand tightens around yours. His smile is infectious, you find.

  “And what might be my partner in crime’s name, may I ask?”

  The man laughs as he tugs you from your seat, and it’s the nicest laugh you’ve ever heard.

  “Nakamoto Yuta. My name is Nakamoto Yuta.”

  “Well, Nakamoto Yuta,” you grin, “lead the way.”

[ssin-ent]

It's all fun and games

[jaehyun x reader]

•requested

warning:smut,dom jaehyun,bff!jaehyun,jealous jaehyun,hard/rough sex,light degradation,friends to lovers

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Jaehyun ,your best friend had invited you,Taeyong ,Mark and Yuta for a movie night.

Being in charge of buying the found you came a bit early .

You were cutting pizza when the door bell rang.

"I go open the door" you say,leaving jaehyun continueyour task

You were greeted by Taeyong,the first one to arrive, who took you in a hug before going to the kitchen to join Jaehyun,you didn't have time to enter the kitchen that you heard the bell rang for a second time.

Once again you opened the door, and the last guests were there,Yuta ,the first in line gave you a warm smile.

"wowY/N you're looking gorgeoust onight"

You gave him a confused look,your outift being really aimple that's nothing fancy, but thanks!"

"but I bet you'll look even more beautiful with them being on the floor" he said with a wink

"Arghh come on you too, don't start again"Mark said trying to pass in between the both of yu

You rolled your eyes and followed mark to the kitchen.

Everyone was in the kitchen now,chatting, laughing,the snacks being soon all finished.

The conversation drifted to their schedule and comeback,you could see the light in their eyes everytime they talked about the performances they did,or the new dances they learned  despite the tiredness .

Then it went to the workout, that leaded to you doing push ups on the floor to show that yes,you were exercizing too. After the 15th you were proud to have proved them wrong but this all of sudden workout made you thirsty so you grabbed the drink in front of you ,pouring some in your glass.

And there,once again Yuta didn't miss the occasion to talk

"you swallow really well"he said,  a special look in his eyes

You almost spat out your drink and the rest of the members all chocked on theirs but you tried to play it off

"that's a talent I used to practice"

" hoo  my god ,please for one last time yuta hold your tongue!"taeyoung said mid laughing mid being serious

But the look in jaehyun eyes ,was ,in fact really serious,you didn't want to question him now, not wanting to ruin the mood

"h-"

"no,don't start agan" taeyong interrupted yuta who was ready to talk back

To be true your frienship with yuta was mainly based on those suggestive remarks,since the begin ning he was teasing you in such ways,loving how you were taking the same route as him everytime he opened his mouth,you never really paid attention to it

you never tried to know if there was more behind his words ,they meant nothing on your side,people always were suspicious about what was in between you too, but you never seemed to care,sure about your feelings,your heart belonged to someone else anyway.

Soon it was time to watch the movie,even if you're sure that you spent more time to make everyone agreed on a movie than that you were about to spend watvhing the movie.

You all were sitted on a sofa,Yuta close to you obviously,Jaehyun on the other side of the couch,taeyong and Yuta both on an armchair,all tucked up with a blanket over you.

"oh shit the pop corns, I come back" you said

"I'll help you"and yuta followed you to the kitchen

You heard Jaehyun groan  but you ignored it maybe he was struggling to find a comfortable position

You thought Yuta would take the advantage to say something once again but nothing happened ,but nothing,much to your surprise.

Yuta was carrying the box of pop corn all by himsel leaving your hands free,you were actually impressed that he spilled none of them all over the floor.

"working out is paying off from what I see" you adressed to Yuta with a smirk

"only for you" he say sitting down

"tssss go get a room!" mark joked

And that's when jaehyun snapped,he got up in a  hurry ,taking your hand without a word,leading you to his bedroom.

He was sick of all these flirting in front of him,of the giggles ,of the whispers and smirks exchanged between the both of you.

"where are they going?"Yuta said puzzled

"I have no idea"Taeyong answered

"but what about the movie?and the pop corn"Mark asked

"well….mean there's more pop corn for us"taeyong said sitting on the now free couch,playing the movie on the screen

They were the three of them snuggled againt each other on the couch unaware of what was happening upstairs.

He slammed the door shut standing in front of you,furious

"You're liking it right?,it entertains you uh!"

You didn't understood what he meant

"what are you talking about?" you said answering in the same angry tone he used with you,obvuiously pissed with his attitude,but obviously not as pissed as he was.

"acting like a bitch" he growled out ,the look in his eyes was dark,you never saw him like this

"excuse me!.?"you said remarquablyoffended

"you know what i mean!

"Flirting with my friend right it front of my eyes,it's almost as if you were fucking him"

"you want him right,you want him than me!no….. You LOVE him more than me"

"I…J-Jae"you were shocked,you wanted to tell him,tell him your feelings for him;but the words seemed to not wanting to come out of your mouth"

"then Go,go fuck him,go with him,don't mind me,you're right it's better like this"

You started to be angry he didn't even let you talk and yet he was jumping to conclusions

"FOR GOD SAKE JAEHYUN SHUT UP AND LET M-"

"No"

Youdidn't had the time to finish your sentence,he cut you off,pulling you in for a rough kiss.

Being taken aback was the least you could say ,you didn't khow to react or even act,but when he pushed you against the wall you reciprocated the kiss,reaching under his shirt,to touch all over his body.

But Jaehyun groaned and bited on your bottom lip,drawing out a bit of blood  in attempt to tell you get your hands off of him.

He pulled the straps of your shirt and bra down,as you were both grinding against each other,never breaking the kiss untill you were out of breath,to dive in again,teeths clashing ,it was rough and sloppy you could feel the possessivness in his touch.

He lead you to the bed making you kneel at his feet as he took off his belt,never leaving his eyes off yours.

With it, he tied your hands around your back, while whispering in your ear:

"is this okay?"suddenly he was looking for your appobation ,your consent to his actions.

You gave him a yes and that was the green light,he pulled out his cock

Not waisting time to put it in your mouth,grasping your hair hard,using it to drag your head along his shaft

"you should learn to shut your mouth baby,that'll get you in trouble"he said non chalantly as if he wasn't fucking your face.He continued untill he came on your chest

He swiped his finger in the cum resting on your chest to make you suck on his finger,and you happily obliged,rolling your tongue all over the skin ,leaving it clean.

"good slut" he said pulling his finger out of your mouth

He made you lay on the bed,on all four,taking off all of your clothes,

Without warning he inserted 2 fingers in you ,thrusting them with no care,it was fast and rough ,making you squirm onthe bed,your face sinking deeper into the matress

"h-haa,hhng J-jaehyun"

"hu hu no no ,you shut up and take it"

He answered with a spank on your ass,creating already a red mark .

As you were getting close,your back arched he stopped,making you whine loudly

"you think you deserve to cum ,honey,cute but I decide when you get to,cum without my permission and see what happen"

He said caressing you back before scratching his nails down your back untill he reached  your ass,giving it another spank

He stroked his cock a few time before thrusting into you,slow at first,letting you get used to the size and rolling his hips,making your whole body shiver 

With no warning he gave you a hard thrust making you scream

this time you were sure they heard you downstairs,he reached for your tied hands,guiding you over his hard cock,

your ass and the back of your thigh started to burn ,each move of his hips slapping againt your skin,it burned but the feeling inside you was blissfull,you couldn't get enough

"shit you take me so well,you were made for my cock" he said groaning,his words and deep voice sent you over the edge

You wanted to speak,trying to make up for your mistake but you didn't had the time

"owww,sweetie,you don't seem to remember my dumb whore doesn't have a great memory"

he said pulling you against him harshly,your back hitting his chest,you whinced in pain,your scalp stinging, a tear rolling down your cheek

"and what happen to bad sluts like you.?"

"you don't answer,smart choice,now bend over my knee"

You complied not wanting to make the situation worse,already scared by what was about to happen.

" so,tell me ,how many spank do you deserve?what about 10 for each time you flirted with yuta?"

You started to panick

"humm im not that mean , you might collapse if I do this"

He was massaging your ass,building the anticipation

"I know,let's get to 20 ,and if you made it to there while being quiet  you'll get to cum"

And he started to hit your ass,none too gently, by the 5th spank your ass was already bruised,

At the 20th you had tears falling and drool at the corner of your mouth , the stinging feeling way too present but the touch of his hand felt way too good

"and the last one,what a good girl,,you deserve your reward"

As he freed your hand from his belt,rubbing at the marks, he saw your glistenning folds,smirking,tone obviously teasing.

"hoo look at that, i's almost as if you were wanting more, is that so?you want me to spank you more?

You shaked your head violently,more spanks would have make you cum and that'd lead to another punishment

He got you on your back,hovering you he gave a few licks to your abused cunt before pushing into you again,this time despite his fast pace, his touch was sweet he leaves kisses all over your neck, cheek taking one of your nipple in his mouth now,forehead resting on yours as he cums in a whisper of your name.

You both  layed on the bed out of breath, eyes close ,coming back to you emotion

"Y/N"

You turn your head,the look in his eyes his nothing from what it used to be,it's soft and loving

"I love you" he said looking into your eyes deeply

"I love you too" you say taking his hand  

[nctwd127]

Arranged Marriage.

Chapter Five.

Warning: Mentions of miscarriage, a panic attack. (If anyone thinks there’s some I didn’t mention please do let me know.)

Word Count: 3176

When it finally registered in my brain what happened with Yuta, I just sat and starred at the front door. No one has ever put a hand on me, not even my parents. I didn’t know what to say or do or even react.

Before I went back to Doyoung, I went to the bathroom to check my face, a small bruise was being shaped at the top of my cheekbone in the form of four fingertips.

With caution I walked over to Doyoung, who laid limp in bed still. Most of the blood was gone from his lip and top of his eyebrow. I wonder what was going through his head right now. I sighed and got my phone out, I opened up my chat with the boys to let them know how Doyoung was doing.

[Me to My Sons]: We’re home, Doyoung is still out cold. Also Yuta followed me here.

[Chitapurr]: Why did Yuta go?

[Donkey]: Did he do anything to you?

[Me]: He wanted to talk, he helped me get Doyoung inside because I couldn’t alone. I wish I had taken you guys up on coming with me. Would have avoided what happened.   

[Donkey]: You’re making me worry. What happened?

[Chitapurr]: Who do I have to kill?

[Me]: No one Ten, no one. And the conversation didn’t happen, instead we argued, he yelled, I yelled. He slapped me and then he left.

[Chitapurr]: The fact that you say it so nonchalantly makes me angry. Are you okay?

[Donkey]: And you don’t expect Ten to kill someone after you said that?!

[Me]: Please guys, don’t do anything, just let it be. I can’t handle any more than I am right now. Please I am begging you.

[Me]: And yeah, I’m fine. I to be honest, didn’t even register it until like five minutes after he left. I am fine.

[Chitapurr]: F I N E! But I am not okay with this AT ALL! He puts his hands on you or Doyoung again, I’m going to kill him.

[Donkey]: I agree with Ten. We’ll let it slide this time B U T never again (Y/N). We mean it.

[Me]: He’s waking up guys, talk to you later.

[Me]: Love you guys so much, really and truly.

A groan left his lips as he tried to sit but failed in doing so, so he laid down again. I put my phone down and walked over to him. “Hey, don’t strain yourself.” I spoke softly, noticing he didn’t realize I was here. His eyes shot up and he turned his head in the direction my voice came from.

“You’re here.”

“Wouldn’t be anywhere else but here.” I smiled at him as I reached my hand out to help him sit up. Pulling him up carefully in case his head still hurt. “How are you feeling?” I quizzed, handing him the glass of water I had brought over earlier.

“Like shit, my head-” He stopped and starred at my face. Fuck! I forgot to cover the damn bruise on my face. “What happened? Who did this?” he fumed reaching for my cheek, the light touch made me wince and jerk back a little. “Nothing, it’s not a big-“

“Don’t bullshit me, what happened?” He interrupted. I pulled away from him for a moment before I looked at him. This is going to start more problems than there were already. “I’ll tell you but you have to promise me, but really promise and mean it that you won’t do anything please.” I begged. He gave me a hard look but nodded.

“Yuta-” I didn’t even get to start before he got up, huffing. “Of fucking course this was Yuta. What did he do? Actually don’t even tell me. I’m going to kill him.” He raged. I just kind of looked at him for a second, he went through a whole beating and yet he still somehow managed to only worry about me, I smiled at him fondly, even if he was ranting on about wanting to murder Yuta.

“Baby, come on. You promised you wouldn’t do anything.” I reminded him. “I know but still! He put his hands on you!” He complained back. There was no use trying to reason with him but I just can’t have any more problems.

“I know but I’m fine, please, just drop it, I don’t want any more problems please.” I tried to reason with him. “Fine. But if this happens again and for his sake, it better not, I’m going to kill him.” He threatened, just like Hendery and Ten. I was going to miss this so much, the thought of not having this in my life every day like I’m used to hurt so much.

The hours seemed to pass us by as we talked, cried and laughed. Reminiscing about the last four years we spent together. It was all pure magic, nothing ever felt like this did. And now it’s over. It has to be for their future.

It was decided it was time for me to leave his home, my home. I couldn’t cry leaving because if I did, I would never leave. We walked to the door, hand in hand. The air was gloomy and sad. We stopped right in front and looked at each other.

“Well my love, this is where it sadly has to end.” Doyoung spoke so softly, I almost didn’t hear him. “Stop, don’t do that, you’re going to make cry again.” I whispered, feeling the tears want to come up. He pulled me into a long tight hug.

“I love you so much, more than anything, okay? Know you can always come to me. No matter what.”

“I love you so much too, more than anything.”

He opened the door and I stepped out. Something in me wasn’t letting me take that step down the stairs. I turned to him, his watery eyes, meeting mine. I threw myself at him engulfing him in a huge hug, our lips meeting, teeth clashing together at the sheer force of wanting our bodies to be so close together, we could morph into one.  

“I just needed to do that one more time.” I muttered into his neck. He hugged me tight once more before he said words that ripped my heart out of my chest. It becoming almost unbearable to even keep my tears in.

“You need to go (Y/N). You’ll have someone else waiting for you now.”

It killed him to have said those words as much it did me to hear them but he had to be harsh in order to get me to leave because if he didn’t, I wouldn’t hesitate to stay.

I got into my car and drove away. In the review mirror, I saw him weep into his hands as he watched me drive away, to the new person that was waiting for me.

Home isn’t a place. It is a person. And I was leaving home.

Parked two houses down my house, I sat in my car, finally having a well-deserved break down. My sobbing was so unbelievably painful and heavy, I could barely catch my breath. I probably sat in there for thirty minutes, crying and sobbing till it physically hurt. I looked at myself in the mirror, eyes red puffy and swollen. Gathered the bits of my broken self as much I could before walking into my home.

Once I walked in, I saw my parents sitting in the living room, watching television. For the past two days, I have ignored all their calls and text, not wanting anything to do with them. However now I had no choice, as I live with them, for now apparently, until I move in with Yuta.

“Oh my god! There you are! Where have you been? What happened to you?” my mother questioned rushing over to me, once she saw me walk in.

I gave her a deadpanned look, “I was with Doyoung.” My monotone voice made her retreat her hand that was going to caress my face. Her eyes flashed of hurt. But I was too hurt too really care how my tone hurt her.

“Who hit you?” My dad questioned taking my face in is hand to see my bruise better, now that it finally settled, it was more noticeable and purple. “Did Doyoung do this to you honey?”

I moved away from them. “He never has and he never will.”

“Anyways, I’m home now and have ended things with Doyoung. Are you happy now?” I bitterly asked.

My parents looked at each other and then me. “We’re just glad you’re home. I know this is hard for you but please, next time a simple text would help. We were so worried for you, we even had to ask Yuta to go to Doyoung’s house to see if you were there.” The worry in my dad’s voice almost made me feel sorry but then the mention of his name made everything feel bitter again.

I simply nodded and walked away to my room. I just didn’t have it in me to really care or process anything. Before I walked into my room, my mom yelled for me. Walking away from the door and closer to the stairs so I could hear her better. “We put boxes in your room, you need to start packing, you’re moving on Saturday.” I didn’t bother answering her.

This has got to be the second worst week of my life. Honestly, what the fuck? Walking into my room, I just dropped to the floor in tears. I didn’t even make it to my bed before I broke down again. This was entirely too much for me to handle. I sobbed and sobbed till it hurt again and even then I kept crying. I mustered enough energy to crawl into bed, where I cried myself to sleep.

“Your baby didn’t make it.” The doctor spoke. “I’m sorry, what baby doctor?” I stammered, not understanding what was happening, one too many emotions started to fill me at once. I was becoming overwhelmed.

“You were three weeks pregnant…” the doctor looked at me and I think he finally understood what was going on by the look on my face. “You didn’t know… I’m sorry this is how you had to find out Ms. (L/N).” He apologized. “I’ll give you a moment to process this.”

Before he made his way out the door, I called for him. “Please do not mention the pregnancy to my parents please doctor, I beg of you.” I pleaded. He gave me a sympathetic look before agreeing not to tell them.

Once the door closed, I cradled my stomach, not understanding how this happened. I was pregnant and I didn’t even know it.

I lost my baby. I lost a piece of myself and Yuta.

~I didn’t know that I had lost Yuta too, at least not yet. ~

I woke up panting, covered in sweat and breathless, my hands flew to my stomach immediately. There was nothing there. Nothing at all. My heart sunk to the pit of my stomach at the realization that the dreams were going to start happening again.

After the accident and having to deal with Yuta not remembering me, the nightmares started. I would scream and cry in my sleep, often so much, some nights I would end up in my parent’s bed, claiming I didn’t remember what it was about but that it just felt terrible. It was always the same thing, the same feeling.   

It lasted for months, my parents even went as far as to get me to see a therapist even if it was considered taboo but I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to bring this out into the real world, I wanted this to stay with me forever, only me.

The baby, the summer before the accident, the story that transpired between Yuta and me. It was the only thing I had left of the Yuta Nakamoto I knew and loved.

Even though we had promised that things were going to stay the same between the four of us, it was hard to maintain that promise when Doyoung stopped coming to school for the remainder of the week.

He wouldn’t answer any of my calls or texts, barely answered the boys. The thought of going to his house to check on him had occurred to me but I knew that going would make things worse for all of us so I refrained from doing so.

I haven’t spoken to Yuta since the slap and he hasn’t made the effort to talk to me either. According to my parents, he was the worried fiancé, making sure I was home the day I came back, as if he hadn’t threatened me to come back or put his hands on me. Disgusting really.

Now it was moving day. I had managed to find time to pack my things despite everything around me going to hell. I wasn’t happy at all and my parents were well aware of it as I had stopped spending time with them and locking myself away in my room whenever I was home.

I barely spoke more than five words to them now. They brushed me off as according to them and Yuta’s parents, it’s what’s best for business. Whatever, all of them can take that bullshit excuse up their asses for all I cared.

Three knocks came from my closed door as I starred at my, now empty room. My once picture covered walls were stripped and naked. My desk empty and ready to be taken with me, my closet empty of all its clothes. I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel as empty inside right now.

Upon opening my door, I saw the only two people I could care for right now, Hendery and Ten. “Hey.” I greeted softly. They looked at me with the same sad eyes I had seen all week long.

“How you holding up?” Ten worried as they walked in and closed the door. They were here to help me move the boxes out of here and into my new “home.”

“Okay, I guess. Have you heard from Doyoung?” There was no way I wasn’t going to ask, they knew that. I looked at their faces, as they exchanged worried glances hesitating to answer me.

“What? What happened? Did something happen to him? Answer me.”

“Take a seat (Y/N).” Hendery started looking over at Ten, who slowly nodded. “There’s no easy way to tell you this.” Panic was starting to settle in my veins, my breathing started to pick up quick. “He, well, um.” Hendery paused looking for the right words to say.

“Ten, what happened?” I panicked.

“He slept with someone else. We found her in his house this morning, when we went to see how he was doing.” Ten blurted out, his eyes opening wide when he realized what he said.

The only string that was holding me together, snapped in two. Tears fell fast, the anxiety of everything finally crushed my sanity. Everything was spinning, my breathing elevated way too fast, my chest tighten, and the heat rushed all over my body. My hands were shaking and the tingly feeling traveled to my face and legs.

“Oh my god, (Y/N), what’s happening?” Hendery panicked rushing over to me but I pushed him away, I needed air. “Panic attack.” I could hardly even pant out. Teary eyed, I ran to my door and made my way outside. The fresh air filled my lungs but my panting was still very much heavy.

I hunched over, trying to control my breathing. Tears were running down my cheeks. This was far too much for me to handle. The tingly feeling started to fade and my hands started to unclench.

As I started to settle down, feeling all too lightheaded, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jolted away from it. I turned and saw it was Yuta, who wore a worried and confused expression. Oh god.

“Get away from her.” I heard Ten yell at him as he walked over to be a barrier between us two, making Yuta back up. “Don’t ever in your life come near her again.”

“Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?” Yuta poked Ten’s chest hard enough to push him back a foot. Ten pushed his hand off and pushed him back. “Don’t provoke me Nakamoto. Because I will drop kick you right here right now. You already have an ass kicking pending for putting your hands on her.”

Yuta took one step forward to stand right in front of him. Just as he was about to say something, Jaehyun and Sicheng came out of Yuta’s house. “What’s going on here?” Sicheng asked walking over to pull Yuta back from Ten.

“Nothing. Just wasting breath on these losers. Let’s finish putting the boxes in the truck.” Yuta ordered looking past them and at me before he walked away.    

“Are you okay enough to go back inside (Y/N)?” Hendery cautioned not wanting to come to close to me again, in case it ticked me off. I gave him a small nod but I felt way too weak so I reached out my hand for him to hold. He took it and led the way back into my home and to my room.

Soon after, Ten came back up as well. An angry and yet worried expression evident on his face. “Are you okay?” He asked, walking over to me and brushing a hair away from my face.

“No. I just… this isn’t what was supposed to happen. He was never meant to be with anyone else. I was never meant to be marry someone else. We were supposed to be together!” I yelled, bursting into tears.

“I don’t know what to say honey, we’re so sorry. Maybe it’ll take a long time before things seem okay, but we’ll be here with you, every step of the way, I promise.” Hendery tried to reassure me.

My heart soared with his reassurance and I was forever grateful for that. I loved the both with my whole heart. Nothing could ever change that or take away from that.

“I love you guys so much. I’ll never have enough words to explain just how much I do.”

Someone came knocking on my door, interrupting our moment. Ten walked over to open it, it was my parents. They said something and he nodded. They left and closed the door. He turned to me and gave me a weak and sympathetic smile.

It was time.

In the matter of one week, I was being ripped away from two homes. One I had known my whole life. The other, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, to love forever and create a future with.

Here was the start of something new. A new home. A new life. A new person to call home.

 Masterlist

[ghostysuite]

YO, LIST YOUR MOST UNDERRATED CHARACTERS

⎇ I have so many underrated characters that I have been so proud of but they didnt get the attention they wanted.... but here is my top 5!

#1 - Park Kalmen

⎇ he was my detective I made for an au that died down. I loved him so much and I really was proud of him. he was insecure about himself, always putting himself down even if he was amazing in some peoples eyes. he was rather judgemental of humans from his experience with them and respectful if all androids if they were humans. you see when he started out as a trainee, all the detectives, who were human, were mean and rude. all they cared about was money. they would always give the work tl the androids to do while they sat there getting all the praise. he was also very hardworking. he will work to late, missing out on sleep, to get answers for  a case because he feels everyone deserves the rights and answers to an incident that they were involved in or has changed their lives. he was so passionate about his job, unlike those that surrounded him. he was bby, and so underrated.

#2 - Samuel Reyes

⎇ one of my soulmate babys I really adored. he didnt really get the light I thought he would which upset me. he wad so underrated it broke my heart. he has always been on the timid side of life. he finds it hard to introduce himself sometimes or even say hi, he was just a naturally shy guy. he was innocent and pure, he still has dreams based on his childhood he thought of with his friend. he is a dreamer and optimistic for the future. he might not fall in love, but he wouldn't mind that most. at least he had dreams to follow... he also clearly has low self esteem which makes him think he isnt good for anyone, that he wont find love. all he needs is a but of encouragement in love... but he never got that really 🥺

#3 - hyousuke husika

⎇ my lil regalia bby. he did get more of a light that most lf my underrated ocs but he still didn't get the light I thought he would. he was bby and I just wanted him to be happy. he drowned and was brought back to life, a second chance, by a god (raijin) to be a regalia. he was stubborn and grumpy... but all he wanted was to feel loved because he never really did before in his past life. the special forces were the only people, along with Raijin, he could call family. losing them would probably ruin him. he bby, it make me sad he didnt get much attention. :<

#4 - tsuyoshi akaroma

⎇ my hot head of from y&m, I based him off one of my favourite anime characters, Chuuya from bungou stray dogs. he was one of my underrated characters in young and menace, I loved his character so much but he flopped. not many people really wanted to interact with him. that made me sad :(. like escaped the government and ran away to an orphanage, pretending his mother left him. he was so smart and so hot. like with yuta as a fc, I just could help but admire him. but yeah, certainly underrated.

#5 - emika ochika

⎇ emika was one of my favourite female ocs whi also was in y&m. she was a darling, mother energy too. she did have her moments of light but not much. I remember trying to get plots fur her but every bar one or twoish accepted. I rarely do female ocs, and I hate myself for that. I just dont feel comfortable but I felt so happy with her. but literally, she deserved better 🥺. she was do strong and liked working out. nit to mention, she is hot af. very underrated :<

[doyumacy]

FALLOUT |LH| EIGHT

*gif not mine

PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck

WARNINGS: mentions of jaemin taeyong and jeno. swearing, hospital, gunshot, angst, smut (oral sex f and m receiving), unprotected sex

WORD COUNT: 3,4K

Donghyuck looked up. Stared at himself in the mirror. It had been four days since the incident and you hadn't woken up yet.

That was when it set in, that’s when the tears started. Donghyuck gripped the sides of the sink and bowed his head low, chest shuddering with strained, quiet sobs. It was all coming back: the wetness of your blood on his hands, your pained whimpers, your 'I love you, I forgive you.'

He dreads to think that… that it may be the last time that you—

No. No. He couldn't — he couldn't think like that. You were alive, that was what matters. You would be awake soon and you would be fine and he was not going to torment himself thinking otherwise.

Deep breath. Deep breath. He straightened up, rubbed his nose and his eyes, blinked away the redness. He rejoined the rest where they had gathered. Taeyong and Jaemin stood against the wall, talking quietly between themselves; Jeno sitting on one of the chairs, texting someone. When they noticed his approach, all attention shifted to him.

"Uhm..." Taeyong called his attention. "They're gonna remove the vent since she's breathing on her own now."

Donghyuck nodded and sat next to Jeno. "Her mom is with her right now." Jaemin said.

“She’ll be okay,” Jeno whispered to him.  "It's a good sign they removed the vent. She’ll be okay.”

You would be okay. Donghyuck reassured himself.

(.)

“Fuck.”

It wasn't the most graceful way to emerge from unconsciousness, you had to admit. Then again, emerging from unconsciousness in itself wasn't a graceful act. The lights were too bright and your mouth was too dry and you were somehow too warm and too hot at the same time — and don’t even get you started on the throbbing ache radiating throughout your chest, arms, and general upper-body area. It was hell.

Things started glitching out when you thought about how the hell you got there in the first place — you remember fighting Yuta, falling down the stairs and seeing Donghyuck's face, or was it a dream? You could guess what happened next.

“Hello to you too,” a voice said — not just a voice, your mind corrected you. Donghyuck, and immediately you’re seeking him out, trying to push yourself up. “Easy, easy.”

He came into view, hovering above you. One hand gently pressed down on your stomach, forcing you back down. He tried a smile — it’s more of a wince, really, especially when he was frowning like that. “You shouldn’t be sitting up yet. You’ve been out for five days.”

“Noted.” You grimaced. The pain in your torso wasn't exactly the type that you can just push through, so you don’t doubt it. “Yuta…?”

“Dead. Gunshot wound.” His eyes drifted to the general area where your own gunshot wound was, pulsing and throbbing with pain beneath the bandages and hospital gown. “Any pain? Need me to call a doctor?”

“No. No, I’m fine. I mean, as fine as… you know…,” A beat of silence, and you casted a glance around the room noticing the bunch of flower bouquets pretty much everywhere. “Taeyong or Jaemin?”

"Both of them actually," Donghyuck said.

You tried to giggle but it was too painful. You sighed. "Where are they?"

"I told them to go back to get some rest and clean up.” It was only then that he sat back down, pulling his chair closer to your bedside. You watched with timid eyes as he ran a hand over his face. He hasn't slept.

“You look tired, sweetie,” you said quietly. “You haven't been taking care of yourself, have you?”

“You were shot in the chest,” he was quick to interrupt, voice steady and stoic as usual, his eyes narrowing defensively, “You were in surgery for four hours, unconscious for five days. I was worried.”

“I’m fine.”

“You almost weren’t, (Y/N).” There was a tremble in his voice that made your heart plummeted. "You're here because of me. I know I shouldn't even be here but I couldn't leave you knowing Yuta wanted to kill you. I love you."

"I'm sorry," he murmured and held your hand carefully, "I'm so sorry. I never expected to fall for you. You got me. I love you, (Y/N). I don't expect you to forgive me, but if, for some reason you do I hope you know I love you deeply and I would never hurt you."

“Hyuck,” you muttered softly, intertwining your fingers with his. The warmth of him dimed the pain for a second, and you took a deep, steadying breath. “I told you I forgive you. You came back for me and I cannot assure you I’ll never get hurt, okay? And neither can you..."

You sighed. "You hurt me yes, and I'm still shocked by what you... do, but I love you, too."

Donghyuck was suddenly crying and sniffling and you sat trying to not hurt yourself and cupped his face in your free hand. "Hey, look at me.  Baby, look at me," having you to guide his eyes towards you instead of around the room. “This wasn’t your fault, do you hear me? He’s gone, and you’re not. You’re here, and he’s not. I love you."

He clasped his hands over yours, bottom lip trembling, “(Y/N), I’m so sorry."

"If you keep apologizing I will throw you out of this room, Lee Donghyuck," you stared at him and he giggled and then placed a kiss on your hands.

Donghyuck sighed and then frowned. "There's still one thing I need to do."

(.)

“No way in hell!” You stared at Donghyuck and tried to stand up from his bed.

You had been discharged from the hospital 3 days ago and you still had to rest since you not only got shot but had one broken rib, a minor contusion and some bruises all over your body.

Donghyuck pressed down on your stomach with his hand gently, forcing you back down. You grunted at him and you grabbed his arm. “Promise me you wont do such a stupid thing.” You looked him in the eye.

Donghyuck sighed. “I have to do it, (Y/N). I need to turn myself in to the police.”

You closed your eyes trying to stop the tears that were forming in your eyes. “I don’t care about your past, I only care about your future.”

Donghyuck sat next to you and cupped your face in his hands. “Look at me,” he asked you and you kept your eyes closed. “(Y/N), look at me,” he asked you again and you opened them, looking him in the eye. “You deserve someone better.”

“Bullshit,” you hissed and removed his hands from your face. “I don’t want anyone else. Listen to me, Lee Donghyuck, I forgave you once but I will not forgive you if you leave me.”

“Are you threatening me?” Donghyuck raised an eyebrow looking at you.

"I'm warning you, love," you smirked at him.

Donghyuck chuckled and nodded, placing a kiss on your hand. "Okay."

"Kiss me," you demanded.

Donghyuck caressed your cheek with one hand, eyes locked to your lips before he moved it down to your left collarbone tracing some circles on your skin.

You sighed. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine. Tilting your head by framing your chin with his lean fingers, he brought his lips to yours, lightly at first but scorchingly deep and dominant once he received your confirmation. As if you were untied from the knot that was holding you back, you succumbed desperately to his touch, fingers fisting against the fabric of his collar, and focusing to keep up with every movement of his lips.

He pulled away before you were even the least satisfied, hooded eyes gleaming under the dim lighting. You whined and he smiled. "What was that about?"

"I wanna keep kissing you," you growled.

"I know so well, baby. You will want more than just a keep and you can't make any rough movements," Donghyuck winked at you.

"Hey!" You laughed and pushed him. "That's not true. I do know how to hold it."

Donghyuck pecked you and beamed at you. "Get some rest, love."

"I will, but you owe me this one," you tightened his thigh.

"Deal," Donghyuck smiled and stood up. "I'll be outside if you need me okay?"

You nodded.

Donghyuck got out of his room and closed the door behind him swiftly. He went to the kitchen where Jeno was talking on the phone and eyed him. Jeno nodded. “I will, thanks. Bye.” Jeno hung up and placed his phone on the counter.  “Did you tell her?”

Donghyuck nodded with his head and leaned against the kitchen sink. Jeno sighed. “Oh man, I hate this. I didn’t want to do this right now but I have no choice.”

Donghyuck frowned and looked at him. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m not an accountant,” Jeno revealed. “I work for the NIS.”

Donghyuck’s mouth was opened wide. “You what?”

“I'm an agent working for NIS,” Jeno confessed. “When I met you I didn't know what you did but then everything kinda fell into place, you know? Then we got a suspect profile and I knew it was you.”

“We’ve known each other for 5 years,” Donghyuck looked at him.

“And a year ago I knew it was you,” Jeno sighed. “But you are my friend and you stood by my side during the worst time of my life."

"So..." He tapped the back of his nape. "I told the NIS you were working with me. I got them every information they needed: pictures, text messages, emails... everything."

"Hold on," Donghyuck shook his head, "You're helping me?"

Jeno nodded. "(Y/N)'s father is going to jail thanks to you, somehow. So, you'll have to go to court and listen to the judge's verdict."

"I'm going to jail anyways," Donghyuck sighed.

"Or not," Jeno shrugged. "They might put you in house arrest for months."

"(Y/N) is gonna freak out," Donghyuck panted.

“Nothing beats you being an assassin,” Jeno teased and Donghyuck glared at him. “Too soon?”

“Yeah.”

Jeno stared at the floor for a minute and then looked at Donghyuck. “Just, don’t try to run away, okay? I got you.”

“Why would you think I’m gonna run away?” Donghyuck laughed. “I want to do the right thing for the first time, Jeno. I won’t.”

Jeno nodded. “Great, because otherwise I will beat your ass.”

Donghyuck rolled his eyes. “You could never.”

“Wanna bet?” Jeno raised an eyebrow.

“You’re so annoying, god,” Donghyuck snorted.

Jeno chuckled and then cleared his throat. “I think you should contact a lawyer, just in case.”

“Oh, Jaemin got me one already,” Donghyuck said. “I’m seeing him tomorrow morning.”

Donghyuck bit his lip and then frowned. “Is there a chance you could give me a few days?”

“I can’t promise it, but I’ll see what I can do,” Jeno shook his head.

“Thanks, bud.”

(.)

"(Y/N)?" Donghyuck called in a soft voice, careful not to wake you up. It had been 2 weeks since the incident and you were back home and trying to go back to your regular life.

To his surprise, you called from the kitchen where you were currently doing the dishes. "Hello." He greeted once he found you, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Why are you still up?" he asked and noticed the time on the wall, 12:30 am.

You finished the plates and then turned to him, "I finished my paperwork late and I couldn't sleep," you said as you watched him remove his wristwatch and set it on the table, and then he untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. That gesture made him so hot that you bit her lip, wanting to pounce at him. You gulped when he glanced at you, knowing full well that he caught you checking him out. "You went to the lawyer's?" you asked and he nodded, sitting down.

You went behind him, holding his shoulders and giving them a light squeeze that made him visibly relax. "Did you eat? I'll just heat up something."

Donghyuck held your right hand situated on his shoulder as he shook his head. "I had dinner," he claimed. "Coffee will be great." And you smiled, moving across the kitchen to get the coffee maker and prepare him the drink. The sudden loss of your physical touch made him sigh, maybe it's not coffee that he wanted.

He was admiring you backside while doing the coffee, your beautiful hair, your waist, and sexy hips. Even your legs looked great on the shorts you were wearing.

You were surprised when you felt Donghyuck's presence behind you, arms wrapped on your body. You hummed when he gave you a back hug, head nuzzling on the crook of your neck. Donghyuck gave you a kiss on the neck that made you giggle. "I have a meeting tomorrow, if anyone sees a hickey they're gonna be so confused." And Donghyuck chuckled.

His hands found themselves on the spot that he liked the most, giving it a little squeeze that made you chuckle. "No hickeys. Got it," he whispered as he put kisses on your exposed neck, kneading her breasts. You just smiled at how needy Donghyuck was being, liking how he massaged your boobs and played with the protruding nipples.

"Do you feel better?" He inquired, still kissing your neck.

"Now you ask?" You laughed as you turned and removed his suit, letting it drop on the floor.

Donghyuck chuckled and traced his finger on your lower lip. "I had to make sure."

"I'm okay," You kissed him.

"So..." You started with a lot of mischief in your voice, fingers undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. "I was thinking that, since you can't give me a hickey, I'll give you one instead," you claimed then sucked Donghyuck's chest, making him groan. You licked the spot and gave it a kiss before admiring the red spot you created in contrast to his skin. "I've come to the realisation, one isn't enough." And you started sucking spots on his chest, putting color on his golden skin.

"Oh God, (Y/N)," he called when you bent down to give his stomach marks as well.

You knelt down and it surprised him when you removed his pants, putting down his boxers that was a pool under him now. "Baby," he called and you shushed him while fisting his growing member. Donghyuck closed his eyes shut when you licked the side of his cock, biting his lip to prevent a series of groans to emerge.

You gave the tip a lick, kissing it as it oozes precum. "Baby." he called once again, looking down on you. Damn, you looked so hot kneeling in front of him like that.

"Yes, baby?" You smiled at him.

"Don't tease," Donghyuck warned you.

You winked at him before doing the deed.

Your mouth was really hot or maybe because his cock was really sensitive but it felt so good that groans escaped his lips. You sucked his cock, playing with it inside your mouth and even fondling his balls. His hands reached for your hair, tugging it in a ponytail as he bobbed your head up and down on his cock. Donghyuck hissed, badly wishing his control wouldn't spill out, but with a mouth so good like this how can he not fuck your mouth?

"Baby, you're so fucking good." he complimented as the hold on hair got tighter. You swallowed his cock, deepthroating him that made him groan. "Oh God, (Y/N)." And that was it, his control going down the drain. He thrusts into your mouth with so much power that if not for his hold on your hair, you might bump your head on the counter. He kept on groaning as he fuck you mouth and felt himself cumming in no time. His cum filled your mouth, swallowing it.

When Donghyuck came back from his high, he gave you a mischievous smile as he grabbed your chin with two fingers. "Open up," you opened your mouth and he checked you had swallowed everything. "Good girl."

"I'm not done with you yet." You said and you kissed on the marks that you had done to his body.

Your lips were together once again as you struggled to get to your bedroom and you pushed him on the bed, removing your shirt and sitting on top of him. Donghyuck couldn't believe that he was already naked, yet here you were there, in your bra and shorts. "This is so unfair, you should get naked as well." He revolted which made you laugh.

You gave him a kiss and then bit the lower part of his lip. "But this is about you for the meantime. I want to make you feel good," you said then sucked a spot by his neck that made him groan. You started filling his skin with red patches that would obviously show in the next few days.

Your kisses went down until you reached his semi-hard cock and you placed a quick kiss on his tip. You took off  your bra and Donghyuck held your breasts. "You're gorgeous. Shit."

He pushed you to the bed and his mouth kissed your stomach and you moaned. "Hyuck..." You called. "I want to make you feel good..." You whined but he didn't stop his adventure of going down until he was at the waistband of your shorts. "Fuck, Donghyuck." And you knew what would happen now that he was pulling down your shorts and underwear.

His tongue immediately licked your clit and you moaned, arching your back at the sensation. Damn, Lee Donghyuck and his fucking mouth. He parted your legs and started fucking you with his tongue, making you scream in pleasure. His thumb started circling your clit as he alternated the sucking and licking of your pussy. You could feel your soul being sucked by Donghyuck's mouth. And yes, that's how amazing he was. You came in no time, letting him suck everything.

He grinned while rubbing his mouth using the back of his hand and that gesture looked so sexy. "Oh, God. Fuck me," you exclaimed that made him smirk.

"Whatever you need, baby," Donghyuck mumbled while jerking his cock and positioning it on your entrance, making you nod. His cock sank inside you and he groaned at how tight you were. And the thought that it was only him fucking your pussy made the beast in him growl that instead of the usual gentle thrusts, he was jerking into you violently.

You could feel your body being thrown to bed with each thrust and his cock hitting you in the pleasure spot. With the way that he was going, you were sure you'd get so sore the next day.

"Donghyuck!" You shouted as one hand grabbed the sheets of your bed and the other scratched his back, wanting something to claw on. He was jerking into you real hard that you could hear his balls slamming against your skin.

"Yes, fuck baby." he cursed while jerking in you in such power and speed, driving both their orgasms. You came with a mind rippling orgasm and immediately felt him filling you up. What surprised you was when he didn't pull away after cumming in you.

"Fuck," you whispered, catching your breath. "I think you broke more ribs."

Donghyuck laughed, breathless and kissed your neck. "God, I'm sorry. Are you hurt?"

You shook your head and smiled at him. "That was amazing. Fuck, let's do it again."

"What about your meeting?" He asked, while kissing your chest.

"Fuck it," You moaned when he bit one of your lips.

"Get on all fours, baby," he whispered in your ear.

You knew it was going to be a long night.

[pgj2514]

PAPER HOUSE - NAKAMOTO YUTA

HI! So, this is inspired by an Spanish Netflix series called Money Heist or La Casa de Papel in Spanish and while watching it I couldn't help to picture this scenario, so I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Violence, mention of drugs kinda and shooting as well as swearing and angst.

Sorry if this sounds weird or you don't like it, I am a very bad writer

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Your heart was beating so fast you couldn't process correctly what was exactly happening, when all of you ended up sorrounded by guns, blood and death in the air, the only thing you knew for sure was how this all started. Johnny had contacted you years prior to help him with an "special and secret request", no biggie... You agreed, after all he was like your big brother of all time so, why not? He promised you would be safe.

Yeah, safe. You knew really well what was his job since he was 16 years old and left the town you two grew together as brother and sister, only to find out by text days later that he was in a gang, a mafia gang. To be honest, you were terrified that he could die but he convinced you (slowly tbh) that the gang had one golden rule: NEVER KILL ANYONE, weird for a mafia gang but all they wanted was to fight the government without the death or pain of others. So, there you were, inside a cabin very hidden in the woods, sitting in the living room waiting impatient for your big bro who you haven't seen in over 5 years or so...

When he came in, you were a mess of a hug and happiness, 5 years for two best friends were a long time after all, and he proudly introduced you to all his gang: Taeil, the oldest, the kindest and the doctor (for good and for bad, you know, medicine kill people sometimes). Jungwoo, the hacker but actually a cute baby, this guy could hack into any government's sistem in less than 5 minutes. Mark, the gun guy, this bubbly kid was in charge of providing guns and teaching how to use them. Haechan, Mark's right hand as well known as the spy of the gang. This kid, omg this kid... He was able to be so incredibly sneaky NO ONE could guess he was getting into your office, for example. Jaehyun, a very very VERY handsome guy who was in charge of the dealing. This meaning, he dealed drugs, yes, but also made really good deals with other gangs, persuading them so that (obviously) NCT could win at any time or cost having their names and hands as clean as possible, and let me tell you he was GOOOOOOD. Doyoung, the master printer. He was a pro in printing fake money, he could make millions in minutes and his cold personality just made him more interesting but scary. And last but not least, the liders, Taeyong and Yuta.

Taeyong and Yuta... These two were the best of the best, although Taeyong seemed more like the leader because he had more patience and was more calm so he handled the situations a lot better sometimes, he also liked having everything in control. And Yuta well, he was an expert in everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. This guy, who was attractive as hell, could make any of the other gang members tasks with the blink of an eye, but he handled mostly all of the transactions, he made all the plans, he planed all the movements with all the possible things or alternatives that could go wrong. He was impressive.

And Johnny, well as he was the last to enter this family, he is the subdirector if you will, as well as the "bodyguard".

When you met them all, you felt warm and welcomed, but when it was your turn to hug Yuta, something inside you made butterflies go off in your belly and you could feel your checks got red as a tomato. Embarrassing. Surprisingly, as time passed, you and Yuta were getting along pretty well, like there was some kind of connection hidden between you two. You just, made click.

And now, here you are three years later in you first encounter with the police, but this actually was not at all like the other times. These time, it was for sure they wanted some violence to end this, and they would not hesitate to shoot someone as they had all the gang sorrounded, both sides threating to shoot at any moment. You felt really dissy and you wanted to vomit so bad, but the adrenaline was floating towards you while you tried to hide you fear.

When you got to the cabin, Johnny and Taeyomg explained that they would train for their big moment. Yuta said that the training time would be for around two to three years or so depending on how well they could see the progress, to assault nonetheless that Seoul's main bank. Yuta had it all planed, he explained every single detail while he showed you and all the gang the strategies and moves with a paper structure that represented the bank very neatly, and they wanted to help the people with this, printing as much money as they could in the lapse of 1 week so they could have the money they deserve and the gang would be rich, sneaking out of the country for ever, having thousands of millions of dollars in their bank accounts for life. And the reason why they wanted you there it was very simple, Johnny wanted you to come with him so you could have some money but also for your intelligence and fighting skills. Yuta was surprised when he started to explain the plan and you completed it as if it was too obvious, but only for someone like you. Hopefully the government wouldn't think the same as you because if they did, they were doomed.

And so, something even Yuta could not have planned, the police found a way in by having someone inside the bank who was a victim hidden in a secret room. Somehow he managed to tell them how to get in, caughting all of guard.

The gang were all pointing each to a police officer meanwhile you were hidden behind Yuta's back, giving a quick glance to your engagement ring while thinking what to do.

-Give us all the victims you have inside and the government will consider you to have maybe half of your penalty!

-Ha! Yeah right, so instead of giving us approximately 432 years of all of our crimes, you would give us... Let's say... 178 years perhaps. - Yuta scoffed as he laughed a little bit not moving at all, but a bad feeling was getting installed inside of him. He took a quick look to a police man next to him who was supposed to be pointing at Jungwoo who was next to him, but actually was pointing very secretly at you at you knew it.

They where all not giving in, as expected and as the plan was said to do so, it happened. You heard a gun being loaded and being quickly turned to Yuta's chest so you didn't think about it and pushed him out of the way as the gun shoot sounded all over the place.

-NO! Y/N!!!!

The voice sounded so far as you felt nothing but cold coming into your body. Suddenly, you felt the ground in your back as many gun shots were being heard. Your breathing was getting quite difficult as you felt some pain in your lower belly area, you lifted your hand a little bit to see it was covered in red. It was blood, your blood. And you were losing a lot. Taeil appeared in your blurry vision as he said some things you couldn't even understand.

-Come on Y/N, don't close your eyes and stay with me, okay? Everything will be fine, just don't close your eyes. Your fine, your fine... - Taeil said as he was getting ready to keep you alive no matter what.

You didn't even realize when it was that the doors had been closed, all the gang surrounding you and all the police officers where gone... Well all except one.

Yuta was pissed and furious to say the least, his blood was boiling as he was hitting the police man who shoot you with nothing but anger.

- YOU FILTHY MOTHERFUCKER, LISTEN TO ME YOU DISGUSTING BASTARD! - Yuta said grabbing him by the shirt really strong, getting him so close to his body, clenching his jaw so hard it could break - You shoot the love of my life, you see her?! Good! That girl is the one for me, we were getting married in one month to be happy for the rest of our lives and I swear to you, if something bad happens to her... If somethimg bad happens, I'm gonna look out for you and torture you each and every single day just so you feel how I'm feeling right now! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!

-Yuta...

- I SAID DO - YOU - UNDERSTAND?!

- YUTA!

-WHAT TAEYONG, WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW??!! - he said looking to his best friend still not letting go of the guy who hurted you.

-It's Y/N...

You woke up in a very white and bright room. Your body felt really tired and sore, you felt thirsty but a contact in your hand made you look slowly to your right and there he was, the love of your life holding you while sleeping in a chair. He looked so tired you just wanted to let him sleep, but you just couldn't. As hard as you could, you squeezed his hand and Yuta opened his eyes in shook. He looked at you in surprise and just smiled so bright and big it made you heart race.

-Baby, you are awake! Oh my God, you are awake! - he said as tears filled his eyes getting closer to you, giving you a soft and caring kiss in your forehead filled with so much love. Then, he proceeded to kiss your hand and your engagement ring.

-I missed you to... - you said almost in a whisper while you smiled, carecing his cheeck in a weak attempt, but stilled worked.

-Thank God you are okay, I was so scared I thought I would die and I just-I couldn't Y/N, I couldn't picture what it would be without you in my life because I can assure it would be dark, yes very dark and a mess and i-

-Shhhhhh! - you said giggling a little bit- Listen love, you are not getting rid of me that easy...

Taeil entered the room with a smile.

-Ah! Y/N! You are finally awake! That's amazing, how are you feeling?

-I actually feel good, thank you very much doctor - you said as you winked at him, causing Taeil to laugh cutetly.

-I'm glad to hear that, I wanted to tell you that you and the baby are both just fine!

Taeil couldn't help but laugh at you and Yuta's expression.

-I beg your pardon?

-Who and who are fine now?

-Y/N! You are pregnant! And I'm hoping is Yuta's baby-ow!!!!

Yuta had hit Taeil in the arm while you were still processing everything...

-I guess I'll leave you two alone, and on my way getting a new arm, thanks...

After Taeil left, you looked at your fiance quite nervous.

- I-I swear I didn't know...

-I know baby...

-Do... Do you want to have it? I mean him? Her! I-

Yuta started laughing so cute you looked at him quite confused.

-Please tell me the joke cause I'm not getting it...

-Love, you are the cutest person I've ever met and I love it - he said kissing your head - of course I wanna have a child with you, I want everything with you... - and with that, he kissed your lips sealing the promise that no matter what happened, you would be together forever, and he would make sure it stayed that way. It was his plan.

I hope you liked it! :)