#nct yuta fanfic

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

Two down, the rest to go 🫠

NCT Playlist Masterlist

haha, i hope those that have been reading have enjoyed the Johnny and Taeyong song inspired fics and look forward to the rest

For the next NCT playlist fic, it's Yuta! and the song is Paparazzi, and just wanted to get your help/input on this

[fullsunrise]

Delicate - Chapter 2

Long nights with your hands up in my hair Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, smoking, descriptions of abuse and sex (If you feel uncomfortable with these themes, please don't read!)

Five missed calls from Yuta, Ji Woo noted as she stared into the blinding light of her cracked phone. It always ended up like this. He would have his way with her and then leave her wondering if she would ever see him again. One of them would come crawling back shamelessly, their egos too high to apologize. It was a tiring cycle that Ji woo wanted to end months ago. How did she get here?

She couldn't help but dislike the bitter cold as she sat on the curb, feeling the vibrations of the club through her feet. She preferred the warm summer anyway, the way the golden sun would kiss her skin. The stinging air couldn't compare to the sticky humidity on her skin. The cold was too raw to ignore.

As the days got shorter and colder, she longed for the sweltering nights of summer when she first met Yuta. At the beginning of their relationship, it was simple. No strings attached like they promised when they drunkenly hooked up at Johnny’s apartment warming party. It was over the summer, right before the semester had started.

“Which one is yours again?” Ji Woo asked, her phone pressed to her ear as she wandered along the sidewalk in search of Johnny’s apartment. One would think finding it would be easy, but every single one looked the same. Rows of brick townhomes lined the street-lamp lit road.

“The one with the red door, you can't miss it!” he exclaimed, the sound of thumping music and cheering in the background.

“Okay! See you soon,” she replied, the bass getting clearer as she approached. Apartment 127, she whispered to herself in confirmation as she read the brass number above the door.

As she lifted her arm to knock, suddenly the door swung open. The wave of weed and liquor welcomed her along with Johnny, with a big shit-eating grin plastered on his face. She couldn't help but smile back at him, his glee too contagious.

“Hi, Johnny,” she greeted as her eyes scanned the living room. A compliment regarding how nice his apartment looked was on the tip of her tongue, but it was nearly impossible to praise with the amount of people he managed to cram in.

“Well don't just stand there, come follow me,” he offered, throwing his arm around her shoulders as he escorted her towards the kitchen.

While he poured her a glass of what she could only describe as a suspicious concoction, her eyes shifted to the man with bright red hair in the corner. He was leaning against the counter, with a drink already in his hand. While he was only merely observing her and Johnny, Ji Woo couldn't miss his amused smirk. Before she could give him a slight smile of acknowledgment, Johnny practically shoved the drink in her hand.

"Bottoms up,” he winked, before he noticed the red-haired man standing there. “Oh, Ji Woo, have you met Yuta?”

She shook her head before replying, “No, I haven’t. Care to introduce me?” All she could do was just soak up the man before her, Johnny long forgotten. He must've slipped away without her noticing because suddenly it was just her and Yuta alone in the kitchen.

It was silent for only a moment as they stood on opposite ends of the kitchen, but Yuta never took his eyes off of her. She caught him running his eyes up and down her figure before flickering up to meet hers.

“I don't bite you know,” he chuckled as he motioned for her to come closer. She couldn't lie to herself as her heart swelled at his gesture. It definitely was the alcohol, she noted to herself. It definitely wasn’t the way he lightly hovered his hand over her waist.

As his fingers danced across the exposed skin of her abdomen, she began to realize that he wanted her to make the first move. Was she overanalyzing? She really hoped she wasn't the only one who felt dizzy. Maybe it was because he smelled of cigarettes and jasmine that made her lightheaded.

“I, um, need to get some air,” she muttered as she hesitantly pulled away from his embrace.

“Mind if I join you?” Yuta asked as he gazed deep in her eyes. She gave him a nod in response, avoiding his stare.

A blanket of warm air wrapped around her skin the minute she stepped outside onto the back porch. Leaning against the railing, she pulled out a cigarette and her lighter out from her bag. She placed the cigarette between her lips, flicking the lighter repeatedly. To her dismay, it never sparked.

“Fuck,” she let out under her breath. This earned a soft chuckle from Yuta, who pulled out his own lighter from his pocket.

“I got you,” he said before lighting his own, the glare from the flame illuminating his heavy eyeliner.

Yuta passed her the lighter as he exhaled. His eyes were still glued to her, examining the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. He shifted closer to her, causing their shoulders to lightly brush. It was almost too much, how his bare arm was practically sticking to hers. A spark of desire to feel more of his skin blossomed within her instantly. Yuta must have noticed this small change, as he snaked his arm around her waist for the second time tonight. This time his hand was planted on the small of her back.

The moment their lips met, he already had her spun around his finger. Ji Woo’s hands lightly traced the tattoos that ran up and down his body as she asked him with pure curiosity what the story was behind each one. He laughed at her in response, once more pulling her in.

His lips were so, so soft as they brushed against hers, his teeth grazing her bottom lip. His hands gilded upwards from her hips to her neck. Up, up to rest in the strands of her hair, lightly pulling as if to test the waters. Unwillingly, she let a sigh escape from her lips. The way he held onto her was intoxicating on its own.

“Your place or mine,” he groaned, his voice laced with desire.

“Yours,” Ji woo responded breathlessly.

It was supposed to be fun, but she couldn't ignore the way he kept his hold on her a bit too long, his grip tightening around her wrist so tightly that it felt like it would break. She tried to brush it off at first, weakly telling him that it hurt. He would leave trails of kisses down her neck as he whispered sorry, sorry, sorry between each kiss. She hated how he made her feel loved only when he wanted to. She had no control over her body as it would melt into his touch and it made her sick.

There was no way she could leave him, it was impossible to find the willpower. Was it the gratification from the sex? Or maybe it was her self-loathing, she didn't know. Her heart was too weak and she was too rash. There was no time to think of the consequences, if she did she would only spin down the dark path in her mind. She knew she was only distracting herself.

Time and time again she lied to herself that she liked when he hit her and he accepted her complacency. It was only when he was deep inside of her warmth, telling her how pretty she was with his hand wrapped around her neck. She begged for more, more until she fell apart underneath him. As she curled up in her tangled bedsheets, he would tell her how amazing she was as he haphazardly threw his shirt around his body. She knew he wasn't wrong for leaving, but a small piece of her died every time she was alone in her cold room.

Would tonight be the same? Would she return his calls just to end up alone again? Jiwoo pondered as she flicked the half-smoked cigarette in between her fingers. She wished it could be different, but there was no one else for her. There was no one as wicked, perfect, and enticing as Nakamoto Yuta. Although, she was no angel either. A trail of broken promises, bitter phone calls, and forlorn ghosts followed her wherever she went. Her former lovers just didn't understand why she sought after heated arguments and rough sex. They were all too kind-hearted and cautious to make the wrong move. She wasn't some delicate vase, and she resented how they treated her as such.

The cycle wasn't going to be broken tonight. As the dial tone taunted her, she stood up from her spot on the rough curb. Taking one last puff, she stomped her cigarette into the ground beneath her feet. Amused at the drunk party-goers stumbling into empty taxis, there was one group that caught her attention. It was the guy with midnight black hair from earlier, helping lift up his limp friend into the back seat. She wondered if she had walked out of Yuta’s arms tonight, would she be the one getting into the taxi with him instead?

Click.

“Thought you’d never call,” Yuta's voice crackled on the other side of the line.

[viasdreams]

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖

nct 127 boyfriend texts !!

a/n: happy belated 127 day!! dont look at the header for too long plz😬

[fruithoughts]

. . . when he needs a new wallpaper

[taetr4ck]

THE 'BITCH PASS' WITH NCT 127 !

nct 127 x reader, mentions of wife in jaehyun's part — crack, fluff

a/n : we are so back YAHOOOOO (doing these while blasting country music in my headphones oh we are so locked in)

taglist : @haechansbbg @bath1lda @wonootnoot @jkbabiey @imnotvivi @peterm4rker @dongierosie | taglist form

⋆ taetr4ck, est may 2023.

[zeroseuniverse]

NCT 127 – When You Use Their Soap/Cologne

Johnny – Fake Offended, Actually Proud

Johnny steps into the room, about to say something, but stops and sniffs. “…Hold up. Are you wearing my cologne?” You hesitate. “Uh. Maybe?” His jaw drops. “I KNEW I was running out too fast!” You cross your arms. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He grins. “Oh, I love it. But still—stealing from me?” You tilt your head. “Think of it as us sharing.” Johnny snorts, pulling you into a hug. “Fine. But if we’re sharing, I get to spray it on you myself next time.”

Taeyong – Soft and Flustered

Taeyong’s brow furrows slightly as he leans closer. “Wait… is that… my soap?” You look away, pretending to be busy. “Hmm?” He catches your chin gently, making you face him. “You smell like me.” You purse your lips. “And?” A shy smile tugs at his lips. “…It’s cute.” You blink. “You think it’s cute?” He nods, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. It makes me feel like we’re even closer.” Your heart flutters. “I can start using it all the time, then.” His ears turn pink. “I wouldn’t complain.”

Yuta – Finds It Hot Immediately

Yuta steps closer, eyes narrowing slightly as he catches your scent. “…You smell dangerously good.” You smirk. “It’s your cologne.” His brows lift slightly before his lips curve into a slow grin. “Damn.” You roll your eyes. “Relax.” “Oh, I am relaxed,” he says, voice dropping an octave. “But you? You’re in trouble.” You chuckle. “Why?” He leans in, voice teasing. “Because now I can’t stop thinking about you wearing my scent all the time.”

Doyoung – Pretends To Be Annoyed

Doyoung freezes mid-sentence, eyes narrowing as he sniffs the air. “…Why do you smell like me?” You shrug. “Your cologne was just there.” He sighs dramatically. “Great. Now I have to share everything with you.” You smirk. “I could stop if you really want me to.” Doyoung stays silent before sighing again—less dramatically this time. “No… it’s kind of nice.” You grin. “Thought so.” He side-eyes you. “Don’t get used to it.” But you both know he secretly loves it.

Jaehyun – Casually Obsessed

Jaehyun walks past you, then immediately walks back. “Wait.” He sniffs. “Are you… wearing my cologne?” You shrug. “Yeah.” His dimples appear as he smirks. “Huh.” “Huh?” you mimic. “I just like it,” he says, eyes softening. “A lot.” You chuckle. “Good. ‘Cause I might start making it my signature scent.” Jaehyun grins, leaning in. “Perfect. Now I have an excuse to hug you even more.”

Jungwoo – Freaks Out (In A Cute Way)

Jungwoo stops mid-bite, staring at you. “OH MY GOD.” You blink. “What?” “You. Smell. Like. Me.” You sigh. “It’s just your soap.” He gasps dramatically. “No. This is a declaration of love.” You roll your eyes. “Relax.” He clutches his chest. “My heart can’t relax.” You laugh. “You’re ridiculous.” “And you smell like me,” he says, tackling you into a hug. “Which means I win.”

Mark – Gets Shy but Loves It

Mark rubs his nose. “Wait… is that my body wash?” You hesitate. “…Yeah?” His ears turn pink. “Oh.” You smirk. “Oh?” He scratches his neck, grinning. “I dunno. That’s kinda… nice?” You poke his cheek. “You like it?” He nods quickly. “Yeah. A lot.” You grin. “Then I guess I’ll keep using it.” Mark chuckles shyly. “Good.”

Haechan – Uses It Against You Immediately

Haechan sniffs the air dramatically. “…Wait. WAIT. Are you wearing my cologne?” You roll your eyes. “So what if I am?” He smirks. “So what? So what?! Babe, this means you’re officially mine.” You raise an eyebrow. “Oh?” “Yes,” he nods confidently. “You’ve marked yourself as mine.” You groan. “You’re so dramatic.”He grins. “And you smell like me. Which means I win.”

[cigsaftersuh]

— my forever only.

the beauty of married life; y/n and her husband, jaehyun, have been best friends since forever - upon their high school graduation, jaehyun fulfilled the promise he made all those years ago and proposed to his dandelion, his childhood best friend. now, newlyweds jaehyun and y/n discover the joys and surprises of married life with each other.

non-idol! husband! jaehyun x f! reader ( ｡ ◠‿◠ ｡ )

status: ongoing

genre: slice of life !!

-> the newlyweds

-> taglist - open

𐙚 season 1 .ᐟ

𐙚 misc .ᐟ

with love,

© cigsaftersuh

[ncityprincess]

NCT 127 and their favorite type of sex

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Johnny: morning sex. he has the most energy in the morning and always wakes up horny for some reason 🤭 so you roll over and let him do his thing. it's a very good morning indeed.

Taeyong: this is self-explanatory but kinky sex 😭 man been talking about his desires since debut! he needs someone to match his freak.

Yuta: passionate sex. when you're both able to let go of your inhibitions and really get lost in the moment it drives him crazy. bonus points for dirty talk and loud moans

Doyoung: intimate sex. He likes positions where you can stare into each others eyes and be fully connected in the moment. He’s not mad at some candles, massage oils, etc too

Jaehyun: Hotel room/vacation sex. something about being in an unfamiliar environment gets him going. especially 5-star resorts with high-quality sheets and stunning views.

Jungwoo: Shower sex. it doesn't happen often, but he completely devours you when it does. The steam and the tiny enclosed space makes him feel feral

Mark: late-night sex. going at it in a parked car somewhere secluded at 2:00 am with a soft playlist in the background, or right at home in bed, followed by a few more hours of pillow talk

Haechan: risky sex 😭 somewhere semi-public or a situation where the stakes are high i.e people are in the other room or you have to be quick before someone comes back

[yara0546]

Nct 127 reaction saying something hurtful to you during an argument

୨୧ Pairing: nct 127 x female!reader

୨୧ Genre: fluff, relationship, angst.

୨୧ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, idols, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. thank you and enjoy :)

Masterlist

✦ Taeyong

Taeyong rarely raises his voice, but when he does, his words cut deep. The second he sees the hurt flash across your face, regret washes over him. His voice softens instantly. "I didn’t mean that, I swear. Please, don’t take it to heart. I was just frustrated." He reaches for your hand, eyes pleading for forgiveness.

✦ Johnny

Johnny’s easygoing nature disappears when he's upset, and he lets a sharp remark slip. The moment he sees your reaction, he panics. "Wait no, I didn’t mean that. That was stupid of me." He’ll wrap his arms around you, peppering you with apologies until you crack a small smile.

✦ Yuta

Yuta has a fiery personality, and his words can be harsh. Even after seeing your hurt expression, his pride makes him hesitate to apologize right away. But later, when the anger cools, he finds you. "I shouldn’t have said that. I was angry, but that’s no excuse." His voice is raw with sincerity as he waits for you to respond.

✦ Doyoung

Doyoung is sharp-tongued when irritated, but the moment he sees you tear up, his heart drops. "No, no, no don’t cry, please. I didn’t mean it like that." He immediately backtracks, his hands cupping your face. He’ll keep apologizing until you believe him.

✦ Jaehyun

Jaehyun tries to pretend everything is fine, hoping the tension will fade naturally. But when he notices you distancing yourself, his guilt eats at him. He sits beside you, voice softer than usual. "I was out of line. I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be more careful next time." He doesn’t push, but his lingering touches show how much he regrets hurting you.

✦ Jungwoo

Jungwoo hates conflict, so when he says something hurtful in the heat of the moment, it breaks him. Seeing you upset makes his own eyes well up. "I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that. Please don’t cry because of me." He’ll hug you tightly, refusing to let go until you forgive him.

✦ Mark

Mark instantly regrets his words and overthinks every possible way to fix the situation. "Wait, was that too much? Oh my God, I really hurt you, didn’t I?" He spirals into guilt, rambling apologies while nervously scratching his neck. He won’t stop until you reassure him you’re okay.

✦ Haechan

At first, Haechan brushes it off, pretending it wasn’t a big deal. But when he sees you avoiding his gaze, he realizes how much he messed up. Later, he playfully nudges you. "Hey… you’re not still mad, right?" But when you don’t respond, he drops the act. "I was an idiot. I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me."

[multifandomslxt]

Quiet Rage

MDNI

MINORS GO AWAY

Pairing: bsf!Johnny x reader

Synopsis: You wanted to test a theory and ended up making Johnny "Quiet Rage" Suh pissed all the way off. Surely he wouldn't take it out on you though right? after all, you were his best friend.

WARNING: THIS IS SMUT...arguably one of my dirtiest yet. reader is a little shit and Johnny is the quiet guy in the friend group. Johnny in glasses. Dirty and I mean DIRTY talk. spit, sweat, mentions of bruising skin, drooling, overstimulation, exhibitionism via video call, just dirty stuff alright

A/N: This took forever to get out and I apologize for that. it's exam season and I really wanted this out so I pulled some all-nighters. so I apologize for the grammatical errors and so on. I'm very very nervous about this because I did not expect the teaser to get that much attention. but anyway, enjoyyy. @neoculturecollectives @calibabii21

"I swear, Johnny's into you," your girlfriend claims, and you almost spit out your latte. You shoot her a look, throat burning, and coffee dribbling down your chin. "What the hell makes you say that?"

She rolls her eyes, handing you a napkin. "Come on, babe. The guy gives you that intense stare all the time."

You stare at her in disbelief. "He gives everyone that stare. It's just Johnny."

She grunts in frustration. "Y/n, he calls you 'baby' for crying out loud."

You shrug, trying to play it cool. "So? It's not like it's some romantic declaration."

This scenario is all too familiar, and it annoys you. People always misread Johnny and you, trying to turn your perfectly platonic relationship into something more.

"Alright, if you're so confident, come with me to Jay's party tonight," she challenges.

Your heart sinks.

Jay, aka Jaehyun, is her boyfriend, and you've crossed paths quite a bit. But you already know you can't go.

"He doesn't like you like that, right? So let's settle it, Y/n. Let's end the speculation."

"That's dumb. I don't need to prove anything," you argue. But truth be told, your heart is still doing somersaults. You both know why you won't go, or rather, can't.

Johnny has this strict no-party rule for you. Sounds stupid, but it's his way of keeping you safe. One bad experience with some idiot led to this.

"Come on, just this once, and I'll drop it, promise," she pleads.

"Fine" you reply, already feeling your energy drain.

~

You find yourselves in what's supposed to be Jay's living room turned dance floor.

"Where's that man?" your friend complains beside you.

You hadn't been paying much attention to her anyway. Tonight, you're on a mission to prove a point. Yep, you're scanning for Johnny.

"Yo, ladies!" A familiar voice greets you from behind.

It's Mark. Awkward, cute, and definitely on some kind of high.

weed probably

"Markieee." you smiled and hugged him.

"Have you seen Jay?" your friend asks, not even bothering to greet Mark.

"In the upstairs bathroom," Mark replies, the thumping bass of the music echoing through the house.

"Thanks, y/n, call me if you need me," she says, her voice almost drowned out by the distant laughter and chatter.

"Okay," you agree, even though you know she's most likely going to be too busy to pick up. With that, she confidently stalks off into the lively chaos to find her man.

You're still hugging Mark throughout that, the music's pulsating rhythm vibrating through your bodies, and neither of you makes a move to release the other.

"Markie, how high are you right now?" you ask, half amused and half concerned, the scent of various substances hanging in the air.

"I'm not high," he insists, his words slightly slurred.

Yep, he's as high as a damn kite. "Alright, let's get you seated," you decide, guiding him through the animated crowd.

You hug him a little tighter to your side as you maneuver through the sea of people, completely unaware that the man you had been scanning for was silently observing you from across the dimly lit room.

Johnny tilts his head ever so slightly, the ambient lights flickering, casting enigmatic shadows on his intense expression as he observes you cradling the nearly unconscious Mark in your arms.

"Yo, Johnny! Where you goin'?" Heachan's voice echoes from the kitchen, where the clinking of glasses and laughter weave through the air.

"You can't bail on me now, man. You promised to try this strain with me," Hexhan pleads, his tone a mix of whining and cajoling.

"Another time," Johnny responds tersely, striding away without a backward glance.

Johnny can't fathom any sober reason for Mark to be draped over you like that.

"And you shouldn't even be here," Johnny muses to himself.

"Y/n," his gruff voice calls out, a single word that carries volumes.

You pivot, finding yourself face to face with your long-time best friend, a man whose relationship with you blurs between suspected boyfriend, occasional fling, or perhaps something more permanent.

His towering figure looms over you like an impending storm, his mouth contorted in a sneer, eyebrows knitted in displeasure. A quick appraisal reveals he's opted for a relaxed ensemble tonight—black hoodie and grey joggers, his signature black rimmed glasses resting on his nose.

"Johnny, I've been looking for you. Where the hell were y--"

"Y/n, have I ever told you that your tits make the best pillows ever? Oh my god," Mark interjects, completely oblivious to Johnny's presence.

In one swift motion, Johnny shoves Mark away, causing him to collide with people behind you.

"Johnny, what the fuck!" you gasp, caught off guard.

"What are you doing here, Y/n? I'm only asking once," Johnny demands, his hand firmly gripping the back of your neck, forcefully pulling you into the shelter of his chest.

"Answer the question."

"I'm here for you," you assert, making no attempt to deceive.

"You could've called me if you missed me so much, baby," he responds, his voice softening, and his eyebrows gradually easing.

"Yeah, I know, but I wanted to have fun too," you argue.

It becomes apparent that you've made the wrong choice as his hand tightens slightly around your neck.

"Have fun at home. No parties. I'm sure I told you that," his voice remains calm, but the increasing pressure on the back of your neck contradicts his demeanor.

"Go home. Now," he states, leaving no room for argument.

For a moment, your body twitches as if to comply, but it seems you're on a defiant streak tonight.

"No. I'll stay and have fun. I've seen you now, so I'll just go look for the others and enjoy myself," you declare.

He stares at you, a blank facial expression revealing nothing.

"Y/n, baby, go home," he says softly.

Successfully prying yourself from his grip, you retort, "No."

You stalk off, leaving him standing in the middle of the living room, hands straight by his sides, and his gaze unwaveringly black yet watchful.

As you navigate through the crowd, encounter familiar faces here and there.

~

You find yourself on your umpteenth shot of tequila when, unexpectedly, you're invited to a game of truth or dare, courtesy of Haechan.

Johnny is nowhere to be found, and the absence begins to stir a sense of worry and nervousness within you.

The game had unfolded over an extended period, leaving your mind increasingly hazy with each passing moment. Holding your liquor was never your forte.

You observed as the bottle spun and twirled before ultimately settling on the guy positioned beside you.

"dare" the guy simply said.

"I dare you to kiss y/n," Haechan's slurred yet mischievous voice announced.

As Haechan proclaimed his dare, Johnny ambled into the room, seemingly oblivious to your presence, it left you feeling bothered and angry.

Fine, you mused, if he's going to act that way.

Perhaps it was the influence of the alcohol coursing through your system or some other inscrutable force, but you found yourself impulsively lunging towards the guy next to you. Teeth clashed in a messy, audacious kiss, and, fueled by the audacity of the dare, you dared to explore further by delving your tongue into his mouth.

A cheer erupted from the onlookers, making your heart swell.

Basking in the attention, you pushed the boundaries, only to be abruptly seized by the neck for the second time that night, this time by none other than Johnny himself.

Without hesitation, he mused, "Go to the car and sit. I'll be there soon."

"But, Joh—"

"Go. To. The. Car, Y/n, and shut your fucking mouth. I said I'll be there soon," he asserted, his words punctuated through gritted teeth.

~

The last ten minutes had passed in utter silence as both of you sat in the car.

When Johnny finally slid into the driver's seat, his gaze never once met yours. Without a word, he started the car and left the party, only sparing you attention when he needed to secure your seatbelt.

The oppressive silence weighed on you.

"That was a fun game, wasn't it?" you ventured, attempting to break the tension.

Silence persisted.

"I bet Haechan has a video of it. Probably gonna send it to the group later," you added, attempting to inject a touch of levity into the atmosphere, though your laughter carried an undercurrent of awkwardness.

"Quit playing with me." He bites back, completely unamused by your attempt at a joke.

Your body stills as you stare wide-eyed at the man beside you. You didn't expect that from him. He wasn't the type to be so aggressive, especially with you.

"I didn't mean for that to happen, John." You said weakly. He had to understand, you were just trying to get his attention.

"But it did y/n and now I'm gonna have to show you what happens when you don't fucking listen" He rages quietly, eyes still on the road ahead.

It was always quiet with him.

little did you know.

To the untrained eye, he seemed cool and collected. But, you could tell he wasn't quite there. Maybe it was the way he squeezed the life out of the steering wheel or how he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw. Or, you know, the massive tent in his pants…

either way, you knew

somehow, you managed to piss off Johnny Suh.

"I suggest you start thinking of a way to apologize because you have no fucking idea what I have planned for you." He momentarily looks at you just long enough for you to see the dangerous glint in his eyes

~

Arriving at Johnny's apartment, you found yourself comfortably settled on his couch while he busied himself in the kitchen, fetching a glass of water for you. Since his remark on the way here, a palpable silence hung in the air.

As he approached you with the glass of water, he broke the silence, "Thought of a way to apologize yet?"

You glanced up at him from your spot on the couch. "I'm sorry. I should've listened to you," you managed to utter, your gaze dropping to the floor, a strange sense of shame washing over you.

He snorted in response, "That's all you came up with, Y/n?"

Meeting his disappointed gaze, you took a deep breath. "I should've known better," you added quietly.

He sighed, handing you the glass of water. "Drink."

Taking the glass from his hands, you started sipping as he watched you in silence. Then, without breaking eye contact, he nonchalantly remarked, "I'm going to fuck some sense into you and then fuck it out of you."

You choked on your water, hastily wiping at your mouth as you stared at him in disbelief.

"Your apology wasn't going to satisfy me anyway. I made up my mind when you said no the first time," he asserted, his tone casual yet loaded with an underlying intensity that left you flustered and strangely intrigued.

"And what if I don't want it." You daringly ask.

you knew you did.

The way he was watching you made that clear as day.

"Then say no." He shrugs

"Now finish the drink and head upstairs when you're done."he adds

and you did exactly that.

~

Johnny was a man. You knew that, he knew that, and the whole world knew that. But sometimes, it felt like you didn't always keep that obvious characteristic at the forefront of your mind, as you should have.

Entering the room, nothing struck you as special. It was the same as always: his bed in the middle of the space, surrounded by walls adorned with retro posters and pictures he had taken over the years with friends, family, and you. Despite the numerous times you had visited his home, particularly his room, it didn't feel as intimate as it did now, and for some reason, that excited you.

As you let your gaze wander, movement from the door pulled you out of your thoughts, and you turned your focus to a strangely quiet Johnny.

You both stood in silence, staring at each other for what felt like long, drawn-out minutes.

"I didn't think I'd have to tell you to strip, y/n," he said seriosusly.

You hiccup, startled. "E-excuse me?"

He stepped closer to you. "Fucking strip."

Your heart hammered in your chest at the complete unfamiliarity of the situation.

"John, you can't be seri—"

His hands fisted in your hair, causing you to tilt your head up, meeting his hard gaze. "Strip. I won't ask again. You're always free to leave, y/n, but you and I both know you don't want to."

~

"move your hand"

you twist and turn writhing your body all over his bed, hand trying to stop his fingers from fucking into you.

"Johnny, please! I said i was sorry " you scream as tears line your eyes

"I said move your fucking hand" he grabs your writs and pins the above your head

his fingers pummeling into you repeatedly. long and thick. you felt like you could feel all the ridges and callouses on them. all the fucking veins. it was torture.

SQUELCH SQUELCH

you try to squeeze your thighs together only for him to pry them back open almost immediately.

it was almost embarrassing just how wet you were really

"God. Fuck you're all over my sheets baby hmm" he moans his eyes never leaving your pussy.

almost.

that did it for you though

"Johnny, Johnny m'cumming"

“not yet baby”

you couldn't hold it

“Y/n, I said not yet” his actions contradicted his words as his fingers curled rubbing against your g spot

your body involuntarily shoots up off the bed as your lower abdomen contracts

"I can't hold it."

You cum with a high-pitched scream. Squirting all over Johnny's hand before lifelessly falling back on the bed.

you’re trying to get your breathing under control when you hear Johnny’s displeased voice

"you don't fucking listen do you"

fingers still in you, he manages to add even more pleasure relentlessly pumping into you

your legs start trembling from the intense pressure building in your abdomen once again.

Your scream is ear piercing as you cum for the fourth time

fifth...

you don't even know.

gosh, He hadn't even fucked you yet

you didn't even realize the drool running down your chin. eyes rolled back and lashes fluttering, your skin gleaming with sweat and thighs trembling. Your chest heaved as you breathed hard still coming down from your high.

In Johnny's eyes, you looked so fucked out and so fucking pretty.

He knew his version of foreplay was intense but he also knew he took it a bit further just for you.

his stubborn girl. He loved it but you needed to be taught a lesson.

with your mouth wide agape, he takes the opportunity of your oblivious state and shoves his middle and index finger down your throat causing you to gag.

"taste yourself...that's right baby suck my fingers clean" He coos as your mouth clings to his fingers.

when satisfied he pulls his away

"knees" is all he says.

you mumble uncoherent words trying to tell him you can't get up but it seems he is already way ahead of you helping you get comfortable in your position on the floor.

He begins to pull his sweatpants down revealing his erection fighting against the fabric of his black underwear. he wastes no time in pulling his cock out and you almost drool.

so harsh but so fucking pretty.

big and veiny with the prettiest pink tip. No wonder the foreplay was so intense. there was no way he was gonna fit without stretching you that much.

You look up at him with hopeful eyes. you wanted him in your mouth so fucking bad your pussy actually ached.

"So cute," he spits in the palm of his hand before bringing it down to stroke his cock.

"open and suck" He states.

Wasting no time your hands replace his and you begin to pump his pretty cock. you lick from the base of his pretty cock to the even prettier pink tip teasing him just a little with small kitten licks

"no teasing" he warns.

But of course, you don't listen continuing to push him over the edge with those kitten licks. even having the audacity to maintain eye contact while doing it.

You see the way his jaw clenches as he loses his patience and grabs the back of your head thrusting and forcing his cock to hit the back of your throat.

Your eyes widen and begin to water as you start to harshly breathe through your nose.

Gagging multiple times as he continues to relentlessly fuck your mouth

"no teasing and you continue to fucking tease huh? who's fucking in charge here y/n? Who's fucking cock's fucking your pretty mouth?"

not being able to speak you hum around his cock watching as his gaze becomes more sadistic by the second.

"Ah fuck, you're gonna make me cum like this baby?" you hum in response causing him to groan from the vibrations

"Ah, shit"

You watch his expression contort into a pained one before he somehow manages to make his cock hit even further than the back of your throat and cums in your mouth.

"Dont waste it, baby, swallow for me" he says airly

you swallowed his mouth full of cum. loving the pleasantly salty taste.

you wheezed and choked so overwhelmed with just how rough Johnny really was.

Where was this side of him hiding?

holy fuck

"your mouth, keep it open," he grumbles still heaving firm his previous orgasm.

you open your mouth a gain forming an 'O' shape and surprise takes you as he spits in your mouth before lightly slapping you across the face.

your hair was all over the place and your entire face was decorated with a mixture of precum, smudged makeup, tears, snot, and sweat

"Atta Girl." he praises you.

He helps you to your feet before giving you a quick peck on your lips

"turn around and bend over. Yeah just like that... spread your legs for me"

you used the bed as support as you got into the desired position.

he wastes no time thrusting his cock into you rough and hard.

the sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your pussy around him cause your knees to buckle as you threaten to lose your stance.

You were gonna cum soon.

feeling your swaying form, he grabs your neck pulling you into him as your back meets his chest

"don't you fucking dare" he threatens.

"Ah... please please, please! m'sorry... m'so sorry I won't do it again just please make me cum john, I'll be good I swear" you cry gasping for air between words. soon your sentences jumble into a whole lot of nothing.

he keeps his hand wrapped around your neck as he uses the other to hold your hand behind your back

"no. Cum when I say so. you need to learn to fucking listen."

snapping his hips at a quick pace.

the area around your hips already beginning to bruise from how hard he was holding you.

"t'much please johnny!" You scream as your legs begin to shake for the umpteenth time

"you can fucking take it. This is what you wanted right? To piss me off? Having mark all on you like that?" he says begrudgingly

he grabs your left breast and squeezes your nipple hard enough for your pussy to clench around him

"so damn sensitive" he whispers in awe.

he pulls out and pushes you on the bed. you look back and he's

standing over you with messy hair, dark eyes, and a cock so erect it slapped against his stomach with the slightest movement.

"get on your back and spread your legs" he says pulling your legs to the edge of the bed .

You flip over and he immediately fucks into you even harder than before.

once again your hands flay erratically as you scream trying to get away from the aching pleasure that was starting to make you see double.

"look at that baby, " he coos eyes staring at your stomach.

you look down and see his cock bulging in your lower abdomen.

You gasp at the sight

'Johnny please" you whimper not even sure what you are asking for.

"I might just fuck a baby into you. keep you home like a good little wife hmm." he says seriously, eyes still set on the bulging in your lower abdomen.

you clenched around him liking the sound of carrying his children

"you like that huh? " He groans

you nod as tears start to stream down your face.

suddenly he stops thrusting causing you to cry out

"Just gimmie a second baby gotta fix your mistake," he says as he reaches over to his nightstand picking up his phone.

"I'm calling Mark " he says nonchalantly causing your heart to race.

"you're off-limits and they fucking know that but it seems all of you need to be reminded of how things are tonight hm?"

the dial tone blares out before a muffled "hello?" comes through the speaker. Mark.

"watch " Johnny says before he thrusts into you so fucking deep you could taste him

you moan loudly

barley registering the "fucking hell, man" that comes from the phone. That was Haechan

'watch' Johnny had said earlier and you begin to understand that it was a video call.

Mark and Haechan were witnessing Johnny fuck you into oblivion.

"see this? this is my fucking pussy and nobody else can fucking have it." he fucks your relentlessly a familiar feeling building in your stomach.

"j-johnny its t'much"

"nah, you can fucking take it."

"oh, fuck! " you scream into the pillow

"my fucking pussy and she can't give it away ain't that right y/n"

"mhmm" you say not having the strength actually speak.

you cum with a shiver and a whine and even then he didn't stop

still drilling his cock into you

overstimulating you more and more

you try to get away and he never once let his cock leave you.

"tell them how many times you cum tonight." He challenges, knowing full well that you couldn't form a word much less a sentence at the moment.

you mutter random words too fucked out to think

a sharp slap to your face brings you back

"how many fucking times?" he says through clenched teeth

"Alot" you scream.

"good girl" he says before hanging up the phone and throwing it across the room.

"just give me one more" he continues.

you moan as your toes curl from the overwhelming sensations building in your stomach

with a sharp thrust, you squirt all over Johnny's cock just as he cums inside you.

"next time you do that shit I’ll fuck you right in front of them instead of over the phone."

[snowball-doie]

| pairing: Haechan x gn!Reader ; Yuta x gn!Reader ; Jaehyun x gn!Reader

| information: 18+ MDNI. Haechan and Jaehyun's happy trails. Yuta's arm pit hair. Licking/kissing body hair. Arm pit kink(?) Blowjobs. Unprotected sex. Rough sex. Creampie(s). Mentions of sex toys, bondage, light impact play (slapping). Mild body worship. Drool. Light dacryphilia. Haechan's more on the subby side for this one. Yuta def the nastiest one, goddamn...

| aurora's note: I'm a ride or die for soft tummy Hyuck.... If you don't agree...... this one's prob not for you... Also, please check out my dynamics page for more info on switch!Haechan, Dom!Yuta, and Daddy!Dom!Jaehyun!

HAECHAN | even before you started dating, hyuck had been shy about his body. he was confident, that wasn't the problem, it was just that he didn't care to show himself off to the rest of the world like some of his other members did. it was their choice to do that. haechan wanted to save himself for whoever he'd fall in love with, because he wanted every bit of him to be theirs. the first time you saw him naked, you were taken aback by him-- he freaked out, thinking that you disliked what you saw, but it was the exact opposite, you were so enamored that you couldn't take your eyes or hands off of him. you started by littering tons of hickies around his neck, collarbones, chest, and even his stomach. oh, fuck, you loved how his stomach tensed the further down you went. he begged you for more... he was so embarrassed when you hesitated around his stomach, admiring it for a moment before you put all your attention on his small happy trail. he shaved it a bit. it was like he appreciated the act of grooming himself, but understood the necessity of having something there too-- and he conformed a bit to the expectations of korean men by keeping some hair. "wait--" he moaned when you laid your tongue flat against the bottom of his happy trail and licked upwards. he shivered. "wait, that's..." but another moan got caught in his throat when you did it again while looking up at him through your lashes. oh, fuck, he was so madly in love with you. no one appreciated every inch of his body the way you did. no one understood him like you did. after that, hyuck wasn't shy after that. the slip ups on stage where his shirt would come up too high and reveal his happy trail, it made him grin to think that you were watching and dreaming of getting to touch him again. when he got more cocky, he began lifting his shirt up to reveal his stomach-- sometimes he regretted it when he'd get home and you'd have him pinned under you for hours on end, draining orgasm after orgasm out of his body. but that didn't stop him from doing it again.

YUTA | the man with no shame whatsoever was yuta nakamoto. that man was willing to try anything and everything with you, and whatever was throwing his way in conversation or in the middle of sex would make him fall more in love with you. "sir, can we try out this new toy i found online?" "yes, darling, i'd love that." and then he'd torture you until you were begging him for mercy, and then some for good measure. nothing seemed to be out of bounds for him, it always came down to what you wanted and what your hard no's were. honestly, even you were a bit shocked when things took a turn one thursday night after he'd come straight home from the airport after being in china for a week. yuta loved to have his hands on you. the second he was through the door, he was leading you towards the bedroom, mumbling things about how he was going to fuck you so hard that you wouldn't be able to walk until you had to go to work on monday-- until then, you were all his. when he had you on the bed, your arms were immediately pinned over your head so that he could show his dominance. it worked. you immediately fell in line for his kisses and the way he fucked his cock in and out of you at a blissfully quick pace. but there was something distracting you. something you usually didn't pay too much attention to. he hadn't shaved in a while-- in fact, in preparation for his solo album, and in protest of his company's grooming expectations, yuta refused to shave his arm pits, and during his week away it seemed he was really letting it show. the tweets. oh, fuck, they were getting to you more than you realized. leaning your head up, you kissed the underside of yuta's arm. he shivered like it tickled, but he didn't stop you from kissing closer and closer until you stopped out of your own shyness. "do it." it wasn't a question, it wasn't a reassurance that it was okay to do, it was a flat out demand from your Dom that you couldn't ignore. so you swallowed your pride then kissed the thick patch of hair in his arm pit. yuta grinned. "dirty thing, aren't you? missed me that much?" you nodded in agreement. yuta continued to fuck you until your legs were shaking and your head was spinning, and he made sure you were stuffed full of his cum. fuck, you really were obsessed with every inch of him, weren't you? and of course he would never let you forget it. any time he wore a sleeveless shirt, yuta would make sure to stretch his arms over his head, or he'd corner you against the wall and put one of his arms next to your head while he leered over you. he loved how you were capable of worshipping every inch of his body. and he loved how embarrassed you got whenever he'd tell you to be dirty again and kiss or lick the patch of hair in his armpits. if you were too shy to do it, he'd grab you roughly, give your cheeks a few light slaps, and tell you to be good for him.

JAEHYUN | he loved to watch you drool. truly. it didn't matter if it happened when he fucked you for so long that you'd gone dumb and couldn't think about anything aside from his thick cock going in and out of your tight hole, or if it were when he fucked your face. you just looked so cute. struggling to take his entire length in your mouth, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, moans gurgling in the back of your throat as you tried to decide if you wanted to fight him off or let him continue to use you. it usually boiled down to the latter. all that drool at the base of his cock, it made jae's eyes cross. oh, but best of all was whenever he'd tip right over the edge finally, so he would grab your hair roughly and force you to take every single inch in your mouth, regardless of how difficult it could be, and your nose would be forced against the prickly texture of his pubes that he loved to show off to fans. after finishing down your throat with a hefty grunt, jaehyun would release you, watching as you gasped for air, drool and cum leaking everywhere. no, no. that wasn't sufficient. you were better than that. "clean up your mess for daddy." you'd obediently begin licking up the cum from his softening cock, his balls, and then when you were sure you'd done a good job, he'd tsk his tongue and force you to lick everything up from his pubic hair. "that's it... you're doing so good... make sure to get every drop." no one would ever know the nasty things he had you do for him, not even when he'd leave you in bed to rest behind closed doors while stylists would swarm the rest of the hotel suite to get him ready for the fashion show where he'd be showing off that same happy trail he had your nose buried in mere hours prior.

[avianyuh]

Beautiful | Yuta Nakamoto

Summary: How do you avoid your boyfriend when you're having one of those "ugly" days?

word count: 1k

It was just one of those days. To put it blatantly, you were feeling ‘ugly’. Normally, on days like this you wouldn’t leave the house. Stay inside, wear one of your baggiest t-shirts and watch TV. Normally by the next morning you’d be feeling a lot better mentally and you’d resume life. Problem is, now you have a boyfriend. So it’s becoming increasingly harder to get in that alone time, especially on your ‘ugly’ days. 

This particular morning, after standing in front of the mirror for 10 minutes, staring at your reflection, squishing your face, rustling your hands through your hair, to no avail, your appearance wasn’t getting more attractive with each attempt to “depuff” your face and eyes or “volumize” your lifeless hair that seemed to look dull regardless of how many times you brushed through it. You felt like you had a weight in your stomach, seemingly feeling bloated all over your body. You didn’t want to be seen. All you wanted to do was cancel your plans and go back to bed and sleep an extra hour or two.

But before you could do that you had to cancel your date with Yuta. Upon dialing his number, he picked up on the second ring. “Baby? Everything okay, I’m heading to your place in a few minutes.” You felt your heart rate increase as you started to feel guilty. You knew this was his one free week this month, normally he’s so busy, but you knew you wouldn’t be any fun in your current state, especially with how sluggish you felt mentally. 

“Uh, Yuta I’m sorry this is so last minute but I woke up this morning and I didn’t feel good…Maybe you should keep your distance from me until I feel better.” It was a half truth. You weren’t necessarily sick, but you also didn’t feel your best. 

“What’s wrong? Is your throat sore? Is it your stomach?”, he grilled you for answers, his voice laced with concern for your well being evident. You raked your brain for a believable answer, you really did hate lying but you felt that if you told the truth he would find your reason stupid. You also didn’t want your very attractive boyfriend to see you in your not so attractive state. 

“A little of everything…”you murmured, trying to sound sick. The line was silent for a few seconds before he responded. 

“Yeah, I think I’ll drop by anyways just to check up on you.” Your eyes went wide as you started to plead with him. 

“No,no, Yuta please I’m okay, I just really don’t want you to get sick.”  Again, the line went silent for a few seconds before he started to speak again. 

“If you insist,” he sighed. “I love you” he said as he told you he’d check in later in the day. You threw the phone down on your bed as you let out a shaky breath, thanking the universe for letting that go relatively well. You proceeded with your routine as normal. Big t-shirt, parked on the couch and ready to watch TV. A few hours into your day of hiding, you heard a knock at the door. Now considering you had placed a takeout order, you assumed that was who was standing outside. But to your surprise upon opening the door, you were not met with the delivery driver, but your boyfriend. 

He stood there with a big smile, as you gasped. “Y/N, I know you said I shouldn’t come over but you really got me worried. I just had to make sure you were okay.” Yuta explained as he stepped inside and pulled you into a hug. He kissed the top of your forehead before placing the back of his hand on the side of your cheek. “Hm.” He hummed as he performed the same action on your other cheek. ‘You don’t feel warm, so I guess that’s a good sign.” He grabbed your hand as he led you back to the couch. He covered you back in your blanket you had tossed to the other end when you got up to answer the door. “Have you eaten yet?” He inquired as he sat next to you. He was as close to you as he possibly could be, which you found amusing considering he was under the impression that you were sick, yet he didn’t seem to care about his own health at all. He was just so focused on getting all of the facts from you. 

“I ordered some food, that’s who I thought was at the door.” You answered. 

“That’s good, that means you have an appetite.” He nodded approvingly. “So what is it then that’s bothering you? Do we have to go to the doctors?” His eyes stared into your own with so much intensity and concern. You felt like you could crack at any moment as the guilt started to creep in for lying to him. You let out a frustrated sigh as you shook your head no. 

“Yuta I’m fine. I think I’m just having an off day.” He caressed your cheek with one hand as he moved you in closer with the other. 

“Was that it all along? So you’re not sick?” He smiled as you hid your face in his shoulder. 

“Sometimes I feel kinda bad about myself and I really wasn’t feeling confident enough to see you today. I feel sort of…ugly?” You explained, face still buried in his shoulder so your explanation came out kind of muffled. Yuta lifted your head up so you were looking at him. 

“How could you ever be ugly? You’re gorgeous.” He whispered as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. His kisses were gentle against your lips. Slowly, he started to trail his kisses down your chin, then even further down to your neck. Suddenly, all of those doubts, all of those negative feelings you woke up with, were beginning to fade as his kisses traveled further and further down your body. HIs hands intertwined with yours. You had never felt so beautiful. 

{A/N: Basically, when I have writer's block, the only man who can get me out of my procrastination is Yuta. Been loyal to that BEAUTIFUL man since 2018 lmao. I know I've been writing a lot of BTS and SVT stories lately and I've been having a lot of fun (thank you for all of the engagement, you guys really know how to make a girl feel special💓) But the only person I really want to write for in NCT is Yuta and occasionally Jaehyun at this point. Considering the past year, I have trust issues with NCT. But in February, expect more BTS, SVT and idk maybe another group. As always mwahhhh💋}

[fullsunrise]

Delicate - Chapter 3

Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Brief mentions of edibles, other than that no active warnings for this chapter!

A/N: The third chapter is here! Hope y'all enjoy!

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Late November quickly snuck up on Haechan as he noticed the cafe near campus was vividly less busy for a Wednesday afternoon, with only a few people hunched over their laptops. His final midterm exam ended earlier in the morning and knowing that Jeno and Jaemin would be wrapping up their presentations, he asked them if they wanted to grab coffee. Finding a comfy table tucked into the corner by the window, the three of them filed in with their bags and laptops.

“Oh by the way, my sister is stopping by later this afternoon. We're driving down to our parents for the weekend,” Jaemin absentmindedly mentioned to Haechan and Jeno as his half-shut eyes shifted across his laptop screen. He rested his chin on his palm while he lazily took a sip of his iced americano.

Haechan and Jeno exchanged confused expressions before shifting their attention to their friend across the table. Jaemin had only mentioned his sister twice during their entire friendship.

The first time was when she called Jaemin at two o'clock in the morning pleading that she needed someone to go to the nearest urgent care with her. It was right after finals week during the winter of their third year. Mark had invited himself over to Haechan's apartment, subtly mentioning that he was bringing over something to help them relax. Haechan didn't know what to expect, but when Mark pulled out the edibles from his bag all he could do was chuckle to himself.

As they all blankly stared at the obscure ‘90s cartoon that Mark decided to put on, the sudden sound Jaemin’s phone pulled Haechan out of his trance. He could hear a distressed muffled female voice on the other side of the line, but his stoned mind couldn't comprehend who it was.

“Seriously? You can't have your roommate take you?”

She responded back hoarsely, and Haechan could tell she was on the verge of tears or already crying.

“You're really lucky I’m not high right now,” Jaemin sighed in defeat. “I’ll meet you at my apartment in ten, yeah?”

As he hung up, a curious Jeno and Mark giggled, trying to shush each other through tears as if they could get caught at any moment.

“Who's the lady,” Jeno barely managed to get out as he locked eyes with Mark, who fell to the ground wheezing as he wiped away his tears.

Not giving in to their shenanigans, Jaemin picked up his sweatshirt from the couch and slowly got up to make his way to the door.

“For your information, it was my sister you dick heads,” Jaemin deadpanned as pulled his hoodie over his head and slid his feet into his slides. As he glanced back at his friends behind him, all he could see were statues. Not one noise or movement came from them, just empty stares as their fried brains tried to piece everything together. He decided to leave them in this state, never mentioning it again. Haechan figured Jaemin thought they were all too faded to remember. He was sure Jaemin had his reasons and Haechan never pressed him about it.

Haechan knew little about her, and he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't curious. Would she look like Jaemin but with long hair? Was she the party type? Or maybe she was more academic, with her head down in books at the library. As Haechan imagined her with an oversized sweater, pleated tennis skirt, and wire-frame glasses, he could feel his face heat up. Shit, why was he fantasizing about his friend’s sister? He secretly hoped she wasn't insanely attractive. If she was, it would only complicate things if he ever met her. In that split moment, Haechan wondered if this was why Jaemin never introduced them.

“Hello, earth to Haechan,” Jeno teased as he waved his hand in Haechan’s face.

“What's got you all flushed,” Jaemin chimed in as he peered over around his laptop, wearing a shit-eating grin.

Haechan stared at his friends as he tried to come up with an excuse, but he knew he had to divert their pestering. Without stalling for too long, he curled lips into a sleazy smile. “Wouldn't you two like to know?”

His friends rolled their eyes in disgust, letting out a tired “ugh” in unison.

“Nevermind, would much rather you keep whatever pervy shit you're gonna say to yourself,” Jeno said with a sour face.

They stayed at the cafe for a bit longer, the conversation trailing off as they became immersed in their own business. It was calm, Haechan thought as he listened to the jazzy music coming from the speakers. His americano was now empty, with the watery remnants left at the bottom of the disposable cup.

As they began the trek back to their apartment, Haechan noticed the sky started to turn a dark gray as a breeze blew through the remaining leaves on the tree-lined street. Haechan never hated the winter, but gray autumn days like this always made him feel nostalgic. He felt a sudden longing for home in his heart, but the logical part of him knew he would have to wait a bit longer before he could go back to Korea. A few drops began to hit the crown of his head, but the rain never got heavier until they were inside.

Claiming the whole couch to himself, Haechan stretched out his legs and crossed his arms behind his head. The sound of the constant heavy rain against the window almost lulled him to sleep, but the unexpected small knocks from the apartment door made him perk his head up from the couch.

“Don't even think about it,” Jaemin shouted from his room on the other end of the hallway.

As he watched Jaemin make his way into the living room, Haechan couldn't help but curiously glance at the door from his peripherals. The door creaked open to leave only a sliver, with Jaemin blocking his view. Damn, Haechan thought. It was almost comical how obvious Jaemin was acting but it was his sister after all.

“Are you going to let me in,” she sighed, pausing for a beat.

“If you promise not to judge,” Jaemin responded in a joking manner as he stepped aside. Taking in the state of their apartment, her eyes wandered around before landing on Haechan.

“Haechan, meet my sister Ji Woo,” Jaemin introduced as he walked into the kitchen. “I take it you want some coffee?”

“Sure,” she responded as she plopped onto the armchair adjacent to the couch Haechan occupied. Ji Woo gave him a tired smile of acknowledgement as she familiarized herself with her surroundings. She let out a small sneer when she saw the clear display on the wall that was filled with beer bottle caps.

“Oh, that? You have to throw the cap in the small hole at the top for it to go in,” Jeno gestured as he came out of his bedroom. “Wanna take a shot?” he said as he took the seat next to Haechan.

“I’m good, thanks,” she chuckled as she unwrapped the scarf from her neck. The pungent odor of cigarettes hit Haechan’s nose instantly, but for some reason it made him feel relaxed.

She was pretty, he admitted to himself. Although he could tell she was tired, with shimmering makeup still lingering around her eyes from the night before. Her dark brown hair was tangled from her haphazardly wrapped scarf and her lips were chapped from the cold. As Haechan unconsciously let his eyes follow her features, his musing was cut short when her attention suddenly flickered towards him. When he met her eyes, the air in his lungs instantly became thick and heavy. Her irises were a mix of warm chocolate and velvet caramel swirled with gold flecks.

“Coffee’s ready,” Jaemin interrupted Haechan’s musing as the machine beeped.

“Coming,” Ji Woo responded as snapped her head away from Haechan.

Her eyes alone left his heart pounding in his chest. It was almost unsettling how much it affected him. There was something that reached deeper beyond the surface of her hazel pools that he wanted to explore. Haechan couldn't pinpoint what was so inviting about her in that exact moment, but he only knew that he craved more.

Once Ji Woo returned from the kitchen with her hands wrapped around a steaming mug, she took her previous spot in the armchair. Jaemin followed shortly after, forcibly sticking himself in the small empty spot between Jeno and Haechan.

“Did you finish packing?” Ji Woo asked, taking a small sip of her coffee. Haechan didn't want to be obvious, but it was hard to keep his eyes off of her.

“Yup. I’m ready to go whenever you are,” Jaemin replied, his attention split between his phone.

“How long are you guys staying for?” Jeno asked.

“Uh, just until Sunday I think,” Jaemin said, his eyes locking on his sister for confirmation before he turned his attention over to Haechan. “Haechan, you know you're still welcome to come too. I know it's hard during the holidays.”

While Haechan thought it was a nice gesture, he didn't want to impose on his friend’s family. Even if he would be lonely for a few days, Haechan could bear it. Loneliness was no stranger to him after all.

Before he met Jaemin and Jeno, he felt like he was just the quiet Korean kid at orientation. His English was limited at the time and he only knew a few phrases to get by. No one approached him, and he didn't have the confidence to introduce himself.

Although when he met Jaemin freshman year, he finally felt a sense of belonging. No longer worried about what others thought of him, Haechan’s social life blossomed and he never looked back.

“Are you sure?” Haechan questioned, scratching the top of his head.

“Absolutely, man. Don't worry, my mom is gonna love you,” Jaemin grinned as he threw his arm around Haechan, pulling him against his chest. Haechan thought it was the biggest he'd ever seen his friend smile.

[viasdreams]

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shutting johnny down after he reaches out

⊹ this is part 2, you can read part 1 here!!

a/n: thank you to all the ppl that left plot suggestions in my inbox!! i <3 you !!!

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[mahteeez]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄?

(Yuta x Leitora)

⢷⠀Gênero: Smut, pwp.

⢷⠀Avisos: MDNI, Yuta namoradinho que curte um 69, sexo oral e masturbação (em ambos, obviamente), palavras de baixo calão.

⢷⠀Notas: Acho que alguém aqui já chegou a me pedir pra escrever com o Yuta, mas não tenho certeza mais. De qualquer maneira, aqui está! Espero que gostem <3

A atmosfera do quarto parecia esquentar de forma quase sufocante, seu corpo, ainda em brasa, pulsava com o resquício do prazer que a consumia. Os movimentos se tornavam mais lentos, o peso da exaustão misturava-se à memória do orgasmo recém atingido. Apesar da fraqueza crescente, cada fibra de sua pele parecia viva, receptiva, ansiosa pelo próximo arrepio que se aproximava com a promessa de um prazer ainda mais intenso.

— Yuta... — Você geme com a voz falha, chamando por aquele abaixo de si que chupava sua intimidade com prontidão e agilidade.

— Yuta-ah! — O homem a imita em zombaria enquanto um pequeno sorriso surge em seus lábios. — Cansadinha já, meu amor? — Ele questiona, reforçando seu deboche. A língua masculina estala ao passear por toda sua fenda lambuzada. — Quero você gozando no meu rosto só mais uma vezinha... Consegue fazer isso por mim, não é? — Nakamoto provoca, usando do seu falso tom de inocência.

— Você é insaciável. — Você comenta, revidando a provocação e logo sentindo o riso abafado em sua intimidade mais uma vez.

Você estava a par do quanto seu namorado era caidinho por um 69, o quanto ele gostava de a sentir brincando com o pau dele enquanto o mesmo enterrava o rosto em sua bucetinha carente. E assim sucedia, você recebendo os toques voluptuosos de Yuta em sua intimidade ao mesmo passo em que você também satisfazia Nakamoto. Yuta a manobrava com maestria, fosse mesmo com a boca, saboreando seu gosto viciante, ou com os dedos, tocando por caminhos onde ele já conhecia muito bem.

Sua atenção volta ao membro ereto em sua mão, seu polegar rodeia a ponta avermelhada e espalha por todo o restante da base o resíduo viscoso que se acumulava por ali. Sua boca entra em contato com o pau de Yuta novamente, sugando devagar, mas com precisão, a pele sensível dali. Sua bucetinha vibra com o gemido do mesmo após seu ato. Yuta espalma as mãos sobre sua bunda após desferir um tapa estalado e grosseiro no local em questão, você suspira alto quando sente ele serpenteando os braços ao redor de suas coxas, a puxando para mais perto, trazendo sua intimidade para ainda mais próximo do próprio rosto.

A língua quente imerge em sua entrada, o lábio inferior do japonês pressiona seu clitóris sensível, ocasionando em sua rápida reação de apertar com ainda mais firmeza os dedos ao redor do pau gordo de Nakamoto. O vai-e-vem de sua mão toma mais velocidade, sua língua tortura a ponta sensibilizada com lentidão.

Yuta geme arrastado, chamando seu nome de forma falha enquanto te alerta, ele grunhe de prazer, os impulsos curtos e involuntários o tomam. O primeiro jato quente de esperma é liberado, preenchendo sua boca, que agora estava levando o pau pesado para ainda mais adentro. Ele aperta seu corpo com força até que a sensação de êxtase o sucumba, o corpo de Yuta libera ainda mais espasmos à medida que sua porra espessa escorre por seus dedos que logo afrouxam o toque sobre ele.

Você sente a respiração pesada de seu namorado, quente e irregular, atingindo sua buceta, que permanece logo acima de seu rosto. Seus beijos, suaves e carinhosos, percorrem as coxas e região, enquanto dedica atenção especial à borboleta tatuada no quadril. Uma leve camada de suor começa a se formar sobre a pele masculina, o corpo de Yuta estremece levemente a cada toque de seus lábios. Ele murmura manhoso, acariciando suas pernas com ternura.

— Já 'tá cansadinho, amor? — Você desliza seu corpo de cima do dele e se posiciona ao seu lado, ficando cara a cara com Yuta, retribuindo sua provocação com um sorriso divertido, lembrando o comentário irônico que ele fez para você anteriormente. Ele solta uma risada baixa diante da troca de provocações, e, com um movimento firme, usa o suficiente de força para deitar suas costas sobre a cama, agora se posicionado acima de você, a milímetros do seu rosto.

— Nenhum pouco. — Um sorriso malicioso aparece nos lábios de Yuta. — Isso foi só o aquecimento. Agora... prefere levar de quatro ou quicar no meu colinho, uh?

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[taetr4ck]

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a/n : YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND ANON 🫡 i actually love making these so much these are just so.. unhinged 😭🙏🏻 also ty, mark, and haechan’s aren’t mine! (at some parts lol)

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