#yujin x you

[hannism]

TEXTS WITH JUNIOR YUJIN

synopsis yujin, the junior under you in yearbook always got on your nerves. little did you know he had a reason for always annoying you.

p junior!yujin x senior!reader g profanity, younger yujin reader’s only a few months older tbh, frenemies to lovers

link to navi — PLS REBLOG !

notes ; love love yujin

[niki-phoria]

all i wanna do is run away / 'cause you are my escape

pairing: han yujin x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff/comfort word count: 508

notes: writing is so hard lmao this took me so long to finish, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from seventeen - ready to love

HAN YUJIN greets you with rosy cheeks and a soft smile. in the safety of your bedroom he finally allows his tiredness to slowly catch up with him. you can almost see how deeply exhaustion has settled into his bones as he stumbles into your bedroom, all but collapsing into your arms. 

yujin’s grip is unusually tight as his arms snake around your waist. you can almost feel the tension slowly slipping away from his shoulders as he leans in, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “i missed you,” he mumbles; his voice is slightly muffled by the fabric of your t-shirt. 

“i missed you, too,” you hum. you tighten your grip around his neck slightly when he leans more and more of his body weight against your chest. “did you have a long day?”

you receive a soft sigh in response. his breath ghosts against your neck; stray strands of his hair tickle against your exposed skin. he relaxes slightly when you reach up, rubbing your hand against his back in an attempt to comfort him. “i’m just tired,” he finally mumbles. 

yujin blinks tiredly when you coax him away from hiding his face in your neck. you can feel the heat from his cheeks against your fingertips as you hold his face in your hands, carefully examining his features. he stiffens slightly when you brush your thumb against the dark circles lingering beneath his eyes. “when was the last time you got some sleep?”

“i don’t know. we’ve been busy with practice and i had to catch up on a few assignments.”

“come on,” you say, guiding him towards your bed. yujin follows with no complaints, remaining quiet as you slide underneath your covers beside him. “you deserve to get some rest.” 

yujin all but melts against your touch when you reach up, gently carding your fingers through his hair. his eyes flutter shut, relishing in the feeling of your nails carefully massaging against his scalp. “you can take a break if you need one, you know,” you whisper. you twist silky strands of his dyed hair between your fingers, carefully undoing any tangles that had occurred throughout the day. “everyone will understand.” “thank you,” he mumbles, so quiet you nearly miss the words entirely. yujin shifts a little closer to you, tangling your bodies together. “for always taking care of me. even when i forget to do it myself. i know i don’t say it enough, but i love you.” 

your breath nearly catches in your throat. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach, stealing your breath away. you can feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest. no matter how many times those words left yujin’s lips, they never ceased to take your breath away. “i love you, too.” 

yujin smiles, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against your cheek. he settles his head back into the crook of your neck, finding solace in your arms. “goodnight, yujin,” you whisper, sealing your promises with a feather-light kiss against the crown of his head. 

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[sanrikis]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 bf yujin texts

genre. fluff+crack, established relationship, idol!yujin, bf texts // pairing. bf!yujin x fem!reader // cw. readers gets called a cougar (reader is supposed to be a little older than yujin), pet names

ೀ mia’s notes – YUJIN!!!!! cutie patootie fr!!! i had to make some for him!!!!! i hope u likeeeee

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[pinkhor1zon]

little things you do with bf yujin!

pairing: han yujin x gn!reader

contains: short headcanons + smau

maia’s note: this is soo self indulgent bruh 😭 i love yujin so much and i had to. this isn’t proofread Lol. none of the photos are mine. enjoy reading! likes and reblogs are always appreciatedd 🤎

m.lists | zb1 m.list

- you and yujin most definitely have matching keychains and it’s not just one set of them, but manyyyy of them!!

- matching keychains on your backpacks, matching phone charms, the more the merrier as long as yujin makes sure to let everyone know that you’re his <33

- he especially loves any that he feels perfectly represents the two of you like a bunny and your favorite animal!

- his friends would ask him, “yujin, you have so many keychains on your backpack, isn’t it getting too much? too heavy?” and he would simply just shrug, brushing off their comments.

- cause he knows that he would do anything, even if it puts him in an inconvenient spot, for you!

- at first you said this as a joke, but yujin decided to make it reality.

- you and yujin would have a child together. a plushie child.

- it started with “yujin, wouldn’t it be so cute to have a plushie together and it would be our little child?”

- and then one school day he shows up with a small bear plushie saying, “yn look! it’s our child! what should we name it?”

- the naming process is a difficult one.. but you both agree on ‘sir jin y/n of the han dynasty’ (a great one, truly.)

- also, you would both take turns bringing it with you wherever you go and take a picture of it there. capture the travels of sir jin y/n of the han dynasty fr.

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[wonijin]

EARTH ARCADE!READER/AHN YUJIN

headcanons and moments between earth arcade member!reader and ahn yujin.

tags: 1.5k words of pure fluff.

warnings: none probably

you were the 5th member of earth arcade. a young actress that has been garnering attention recently.

laughter echoed throughout the stairway. suddenly, nervousness prevents you to climb the last few steps of the stairs . you peek in the corner to see a familiar face facing the doorway, lee youngji.

deciding there’s really no choice but to move forward you enter the doorway, bowing and greeting. everybody paused for a second, then chaos ensued.

“woah!” lee eunji, a comedian you often see on TV, exclaims before reciting your lines from your latest drama.

mimi, from oh my girl, joins in not soon after. even going as far playing the role of your scene partner.

“thank you for having me. nice to meet you.” you greet politely.

“gosh. you’re so formal.” younji poked fun good-naturedly at your antics despite bowing in response. “don’t worry. im sure she’s going to be infected by your rowdiness soon enough.” eunji quickly replied earning a loud laugh from mimi.

“wait. wait. do you know anybody in this room?” this time it was producer na who took a jab at your surprising awkwardness.

“well, i know you.” you look straightly at producer na. he chuckled at your honesty.

“i know everybody from TV and mostly from social media. this is my first time meeting everybody.”

before you can react, you hear youngji let out a load “oh!”. you turn towards the door to see ahn yujin, one of the literally and figuratively hottest idols in the industry.

you’ve only seen her on your screen. now, your mouth gape at the sight of the real thing. ahn yujin in the flesh.

withouth thinking, you bowed repeatedly like an idiot. “oh my gosh, what an honor!”

“miss y/n l/n. oh my god.” yujin ran over to you. and the sole reason you stopped your continuous bowing was to admire her. ‘wow, she’s so close.’

your eyes popped out their sockets as she takes your hand and shakes it gently. “im a big fan. i watch your dramas religiously. i can name all your projects, i’ve watched each of them at least twice.” she professes, not once pausing.

“thank you. what an honor. im a big fan of yours as well. wow, you’re hands are so soft. sorry, im being weird. its just- wow.” you breathed out.

laughter echoed through the room as everybody watched your exchange.

“its like one fan girl meeting another.” mimi exclaims. “their eyes turned heart-shaped for a moment like those cartoon characters” eunji added.

your eyes find yujin’s only to find hers already looking you.

yujin was a big fan of yours even way before meeting you in jiraksil. what she didn’t know was that you were bigger fan of hers.

you rummage through your luggage until you found what you were looking for. if the people around you didn’t know any better they would've you were a thief thirsty for something valuable.

“y/n, you look like a racoon in a garbage can.” mimi jested.

“aha! found it!” you exclaimed, holding up a package in the air like its a trophy.

eunji steps closer to inspect. “its an…album.” she traced confusedly.

“yep.” you walked towards yujin who was watching the entire scene unfold through the comforts of her bed.

you held the album with both your hands and extended your arms towards her, looking similar to a school girl confessing to her crush by giving chocolates.

“will you please sign it.” you shut your eyes tightly, like a school girl afraid of getting rejected.

in the show, you play the good-for-nothing chaos maker role together with younji.

“oh come on. do i really have to pair up with you?” yujin complains but her wide smile betrays her.

“how could you say that?” you exclaim then proceeds to chase yujin around, puckering your lips and making kissing sounds while opening your arms. you both run around, you chasing her and yujin trying to escape your grasp. she squeals and giggles. and when you did catch her you wasted no time in tickling her.

“somebody get these two love birds away from me. i can’t watch any longer.” younji makes a gagging noise.

nine times out of ten you mess up causing you to receive an earful from a perfectionist yujin.

“you should've known that! it was so easy!” yujin berates you. but despite her words, her smile beams at you brightly.

“how would i know that? that song is practically ancient.” your hands fly up in the air defensively.

“even i know that.” yujin retorts.

“that’s because you’re like a grandma in teenagers body. a normal person your age wouldn’t know that.” you argued.

“what?!” yujin looked at you dramatically like you’ve done an unspeakable crime, like you just kicked a dog.

“there they go again. they’re like an old married couple.” eunji deadpans at the camera.

yujin likes annoying and bullying you as a form of showing her adoration.

“eunseo-ah! i got something to tell you!” yujin stand from the couch abruptly to recite your lines from your drama.

usually, you take pride in your work but yujin had impersonated you for the nth time today that you can’t help but cover your ears.

“somebody please! make it stop!” you plead. the other members chuckle at your misery.

“eunseo-ah! i’ve like you since we were kids! please go out with me.” yujin continued, this time much more dramatic than the last.

she's reenacting a scene from one of your most famous dramas. a scene where your love interest, which yujin is embodying right now, is confessing love to your character, eunseo.

“eunseo-ah! eunseo-ah” the idol shakes your arm giddily as you look straight. she takes entertainment at your exasperation. and continues to mimic your characters from various dramas for the rest of the night.

yet she never fails to show her adoration towards you in other ways.

“eunji, what do you think?” yujin asks the older girl who was browsing at the rack of clothes.

“it looks amazing on you! you should buy it!” eunji encourages the younger girl.

“oh! it isn’t for me. its for y/n” yujin clarifies.

“im sure she’d be happy to receive that. in fact, im sure she’d be over the moon with anything you give her.” eunji recalls how much you dote on yujin. “you could get her a random rock and she’d probably treasure it like it’s from space.”

yujin’s cheeks flared red at the thought. eunji laughs at her embarrassed state. “you’re both such dorks.”

in the end, yujin couldn’t decide which one you’d like best so she bought three different clothes for you.

your relationship peaked in the wake up mission where you secretly help yujin because you felt bad for her.

you found out yujin’s mission when you entered the shower after her. the shower reeked of garlic. you had to laugh at the absurdity of the smell. in addition, there were bits and pieces of garlic skin on the floor. putting two and two together didn’t take long after that.

the lights were out. youngji and mimi were asleep but you were unable to. so you ventured out until you heard noises. it was faint but your mind is still alert from all the caffeine you took that day.

heading towards the noise, you found yourself before yujin and eunji’s room. you carefully open the door to meet yujin’s wide eyes.

yujin looked like a lunatic holding the pestle midair with her crazy eyes. you chuckle lightly, tiptoeing towards her. “you’re too competitive for your own good.”

“don’t tell anybody.” yujin quickly pleads.

“there’s no one to tell anything to.” your words put her at ease. at much ease someone mincing garlic in the middle of the night could feel.

“why are you still awake anyway?” she asks you silently. “i don’t know. i guess my body was itching to pester you.” even through the dark, yujin’s smile still shined bright. and you hoped the darkness was enough to hide the redness of your cheeks.

fans adore your dynamic with yujin. the push and pull relationship you both have managed to gather a lot of attention on social media.

“everybody, slow down. i can’t read your comments, they’re too fast.” you squint at the screen. you were live on instagram, hoping to interact with your fans.

after the live chat had slowed down, one comment managed to catch your eye.

“are you wearing yujin’s shirt?” you looked down at the said piece of clothing. sure, you had no memory of buying this particular shirt but that goes a lot for your other shirts as well. some were sponsored, gifts or bought while drunk. you assumed it was one of those three.

until, a loud ping came from your phone and a notification popped at the top of your screen.

yujinnie: yes, that’s mine. i put it on your suitcase so it’ll remind you of me ;).

you smile like an idiot while reading the text. then, you realize something. yujin is watching this live because how else would she send that in perfect timing.

your face flush at the thought of her being amongst the thousands watching you right now. and you flush a shade darker, because she must’ve witnessed you grin at her text.

the comment remained unanswered as you decided to keep this detail to yourself.

even after filming season one, yujin continues to support you by posting scenes from your drama. her instagram quickly transformed into a fanpage because of how often she would fan girl about you.

[cherrywrecked]

omfg your thoughts on yujin from the woman like me performance? Imagine g!p yujin

LISTEN... the woman like me perf by yujin drove me INSANE LIKE. fuck. okay so here's what im thinking !!

idol!yujin and secret!gf!reader!!! and of course as the supportive gf that you are, you were there to watch the concert and that woman like me performance was basically her surprise for you. all the time that she was performing, she only had her eyes on you. and it drove you crazy knowing she's singing and dancing it for you??? 😔 after the tour, she would definitely come home to you and of course, being the ever supportive gf that you are, you'll suck her off while she tells you you're her good girl.

can imagine yujin throwing her head back with her hair messy and her hand pulling on your hair as she practically fucks your mouth with her thick cock??? she wouldn't even care if you were choking already??? can definitely tell she'd be the type that will go harder and faster until you start drooling all over her cock and yourself. “you can take my cock, don't you, baby?” she won't cum on your mouth though. she would pull out and cum all over your face instead, coating your pretty face with her warm, thick cum. 😮‍💨 (i want that)

she also loves fucking you from behind??? she loves pulling on your hair while she practically ruins you from behind, even slapping your ass cheeks as if it's not jiggling enough for her. “you're so tight around daddy's cock, baby. you feel so good around me, fuck.” as she fucks you harder... aaah. :(( and you're just left there, all messed up and restless as she uses you as she please. you loved her performance and this is your way of rewarding her for that good of a show. 😮‍💨🩷 you would even let her cum inside of you, with you practically begging for her to fill your hole with cum. ☹️

[fanfiction4sooya]

Can I request dom Gp yujin roughly fucking her needy innocent gf reader?

Sure babe, here you go!! Hope you like it! 💖💖💖

You knew she told you to wait for her and to not touch yourself, but it was so hard for you :( alright, it was just a weekend trip, but two days is a lot to go by without her soft touches and praises.

She had told you before the two of you got involved about the dom life style she had and that the sex you two had with each other was vanilla because she didn't think you were ready yet, you were basically too innocent to comprehend a few things. So she was basically training you to listen to her, about safe words, limits, kinks, etc.

She got to her apartment quietly, expecting to surprise you and got surprised instead.

You were riding her pillow slowly and moaning softly, unaware of her behind you with her arms crossed and a very serious demeanor. You were only wearing a thin black blouse and a ponytail, eyes closed in concentration trying to get off. You had never done that before. She cleared her throat, making you scream and jump from the spot you were.

"Un-unnie" You said, almost happy she was back, but remembering she saw you doing exactly what she told you not to do.

"Having fun?" She lifted an eyebrow, daring you to explain what she just saw.

"I..." You started out, your voice small because of the shame. "I didn't mean to unnie, I swear!" You cried out. "I just missed you so much, I-..."

She slowly walked towards you, unbuckling her belt. You were scared, humiliated and oh, so horny.

"Put your hands together in front of you" She commanded, her voice low and her tone ice cold. You did as she told, kneeling on the bed and putting both your hands together in front of your body for her. She evolved your wrists with her belt, tying you. "Move your fingers for me, tell me if it's too tight" She said, not even looking at your face.

"It's not too tight, unnie" You were feeling too guilty to even ask her anything. She straightened her back, holding your jaw with one hand, making you face her.

"What did I tell you not to do?" She asked, unzipping her trousers. You couldn't answer, staring at her hard cock inside her underwear. She gripped your jaw harder. "Answer me" She commanded again, snapping you out of your trance.

"You told me to not touch myself" you looked down, in shame.

"that's right" She freed her cock, spitting in her hand and pumping it slowly. "But aren't you such a big girl, making decisions for yourself?" She scoffed and you knit your eyebrows together about to cry. "I spoiled you too much, always delaying a big punishment because I thought you were so innocent"

"Unnie" you simply said, a tear rolling down your right eye.

"I guess you are not so innocent, right?" She pumped her cock a bit harder, closing her eyes, a moan escaping her pretty lips. "So since you wanna act like a slut, I'll treat you like one" She gripped your jaw even harder, forcing you to open it. "So I'll teach you what disobedient girls get from me"

She didn't even wait for you to put two plus two together, already shoving her big cock in your mouth, gripping both sides of your head. She had her mouth agape, pulling you hard onto her, making you gag. She was face fucking you so hard you couldn't even breathe, shaking from that humiliating feeling, your pussy clenching around nothing.

You were scared, she never treated you so roughly before.

"Take it, slut" She said through gritted teeth. She pushed her cock deeper, holding your head for a few seconds. "Breathe through your nose" she commanded, moaning. "Fucking hell, you look so pretty like this" You could feel it throb in your throat, choking. Suddenly she took it all from your mouth.

You started coughing like crazy, tears rolling down your face, specially fucked out for her.

"Aren't you a good little slut for me?" She pulled you by the arm, sitting down and placing you over her lap with your ass up, your tied wrists holding your upper body from falling face first on the bed. "I can fuck your pretty cunt, but before I have to punish you for your little show earlier" she said and you were so out of yourself that you didn't answer. She gripped you by the ponytail, lifting your face and talking on your ear. "Are you up for your punishment, princess?" She purred on your ear.

Fuck, she looked so on her element like that it only felt natural for you to just obey, simply letting her do whatever she wanted to you. You eagerly nodded, allowing her to do anything she wanted, tears still rolling down your face, drooling and babbling some "Yes unnie, please unnie"

"Good slut" She bit your neck and pulled your face for a searing kiss, making you moan and grip the sheets under your tied hands. She spat onto your mouth, smiling as she saw you trying to catch every drop, glossy eyes trying to focus on something. "I'll start" she said, massaging your butt cheeks. "Five strokes each" She kissed your shoulder, already striking the first one.

You screamed, that really hurt. But as she was striking, your pussy was getting wetter and wetter, clenching around nothing. She smiled as you moaned, shaking your head. You felt pain, but it felt good; you were crying but mostly because you wanted more; humiliation kicking in, but that only made you feel more aroused. Scary and big feelings, but you loved each second.

"Do you want me to stop, slut?" She gripped your hair again, lifting your face.

"N-no unnie, please" You managed to say, between sobs.

"Such a polite girl" She said, continuing her strikes. You screamed, shaking violently, you were sure you felt your orgasm approaching, but couldn't do anything to stop it. She finished counting, kissing your back over your thin blouse. "You did so good, so good" She collected some of your wetness with two of her fingers, plugin them to her own mouth and moaning. "You taste so good, but I need to use your pussy to cum now"

She pushed you off her lap, making you stand up on shaky legs, your back facing her. Without a warning, she pulled you by the waist, her cock entering you roughly.

"Fuck" She bucked her hips up, pulling you into her each time stronger, the sounds of your skin slapping were even louder than your screams of pleasure. "My little cock sleeve" She managed to say between grunts. "I'll fucking ruin you baby, fuck" She kept the hard, rough pace. "I'll use you until I'm satisfied" She rolled her eyes, using your little pussy as a fleshlight, as if you were just some toy she could fuck into.

"Use me, unnie" You screamed, your body limp, shaking on her grip, milking her cock, clenching so hard your heard her hiss. She loved when you did that. "I love you unnie, please use me" You cried out.

Yujin couldn't hold it any longer, spurting her cum inside your tight pussy, growling with her eyes closed, feeling you cum on her cock as well. Pulling you to sit on her lap with her cock inside, she swiftly laid you down with her, moving your limp body as if you were light as a feather.

"Beautiful" She kissed your cheek, not aggressive at all anymore, still shallowly moving her hips into yours. She lifted your leg, bucking into you sideways, both of you shaking already. "Look at you, took me so well" She whispered, breathing heavily. "Look at your pussy, baby" She told you and you finally opened your heavy lids.

She took her cock from inside of you, her cum and yours oozing out of your puffy cunt. Both of you moaned and she hugged you from behind squeezing you, breathing into your hair. She really loved your smell.

"I missed you too, princess" She said as you were dozing off. "We'll do your aftercare after you wake up and you and I are going to have a talk" She turned you around and you hugged her waist, nuzzling into her chest.

"I know unnie, I'm sorry" You sheepishly said as she untied your wrists.

"Sleep, princess" She kissed your forehead and that sent you straight to dream land.

[das-sena]

[ponderingmoonlight]

Yuji Itadori saving you oh so smoothly

The streets are eerily quiet, as if they know what’s coming before you do. Yuji walks slightly ahead of you, his expression fixed and determined, the usual warmth in his eyes replaced by something colder, sharper. Those past hours felt like a trip to hell and back for you, always on the brink of dying on your own until you finally met up with Yuji again.

You’ve known he was strong - of course you have. But watching him now, every step controlled and precise, his presence almost blinding, it’s as if you’re truly seeing him for the first time.

A distant crash shatters the silence. You tense, instinctively backing up, and Yuji’s hand reaches out before you even realize he’s moved. His fingers brush against your arm, grounding you, steady and reassuring.

“Stay close,” he says softly, though there’s a tension in his voice that only heightens your anxiety.

You nod, trying to ignore the way your heart skips several beats. You know what he’s up against, what you’re up against, and no amount of reassurance can fully quiet that stinging pulse of fear in the back of your mind.

Suddenly, a figure steps into view, emerging from the darkness like a nightmare come to life. The curse...you recognize him instantly. One of those curse brothers, his aura radiating nothing but hatred. His eyes narrow on you first, a cruel grin spreading across his face as he takes a slow, menacing step forward.

Fuck.

“Another human,” he sneers, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

“This one looks… weak.”

Before you can even think, Yuji moves. One moment he’s beside you, and the next, he’s a blur, positioning himself firmly between you and the curse. He raises his fists, the muscles in his arms firm.

And slowly but surely your blank mind begins to realize. Yuji isn’t just protecting you. He’s prepared to face down this monster without hesitation, without even a hint of fear. It’s like he’s invincible.

All of that, because of you?

“Touch her, and you’ll regret it,” he says, voice low, fierce.

Your breath catches. Yuji’s never sounded like that before, all hard edges and steel, like the kind of threat that doesn’t leave room for doubt. He’s usually all sunshine and grins, the kind of guy who’d rather be talking or eating than fighting. But here, now, he’s deadly serious.

The curse lunges, a flash of claws and teeth aimed straight for Yuji’s throat, and you flinch, instincts screaming at you to run or fight or do something. But Yuji doesn’t move an inch, like he’s not even remotely fazed by the creature’s size or speed.

He sidesteps at the last second, fists striking with a precision and strength that takes your breath away. Every blow lands with a bone-crunching force, and you see the curse stagger, disoriented. Yuji doesn’t let up, his movements fluid and powerful, as though he’s been doing this his whole life.

Your mind can barely keep up with the sight in front of you. Yuji has always been strong, yes. But seeing him like this, in action, is something else entirely. There’s a raw, unfiltered power in every motion, in the way he weaves around his opponent, dodging attacks that seem impossible to evade. You can hardly look away, stunned by the sheer firce of his strength while it seems like his gaze never truly leaves yours.

The curse notices you again. With a sudden, vicious shift, it changes course, its gaze locking on you with renewed intensity. Yuji’s head snaps up, and in that instant, he’s between you and the curse again, his stance unwavering.

“I said,” he growls, “leave her alone.”

His voice echoes in the empty street, a command that seems to pierce right through the creature’s dark aura.

The curse snarls, frustrated, and lashes out wildly. But Yuji is faster, stronger. His fist collides with the curse’s head, sending it reeling back. He doesn’t stop, pushing forward, a relentless series of punches that leave no room for a straight. His strength is like nothing you’ve ever seen: powerful, devastating, and yet so controlled. Every strike seems to vibrate through the air, echoing with his unyielding will to protect.

Finally, the curse falls, dissolving into nothing more than a dark, fading mist. The street is silent once again, but this time, the silence feels heavy, charged with the aftershocks of battle while Yuji hold you tightly in order to protect you from the shockwave that rushes over the destroyed streets.

You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until you’re exhaling, a shaky sigh that fills the stillness. Yuji turns back to you, his intense expression melting into one of gentle concern.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice soft, as if he hadn’t just taken down a curse with his bare hands.

You nod, unsure how to put everything you’re feeling into words with your mind still being all over the place. Yuji Itadori just saved you and he looked ridiculousy good doing so. Is that his arm wrapped around your waist?

“I… I didn’t realize you were that strong,” you manage, your voice barely a whisper.

He scratches the back of his head, a slight blush creeping over his cheeks.

“I had to be,” he says simply, meeting your gaze with a quiet, earnest determination that sends warmth flooding through you.

“I wasn’t about to let anything happen to you.”

It’s so simple, so genuine. Yuji’s strength, his resolve - it’s not just for himself.

It’s for you.

And standing there, looking into his bright, unwavering eyes, you realize that with Yuji by your side, maybe you’re a little braver than you thought you could be.

"Hey, I can carry you home if you want? Your body still feels pretty weak-"

"N-N-NO!"

Well, maybe after that deep blush leaves your cheeks and your knees start working properly again.

[2-dsimp]

《The smutty hitman chronicles》

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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI🔞Fem reader! throatpie, deep throating, praise, overstimulation, mention of lactation, breeding, and impregnation.

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『Yandere! Hacker that’s always spontaneous in everything he does. Whether it be from wrecking enemy databases or just casually trolling people online to pass the time. His unpredictable nature shines true in any setting he’s in.』

『Yandere! Hacker who’s the definition of an orange cat boyfriend. Always unhinged and in general an overly affectionate bundle of jittery joy when it comes to his loving darling.』

『Yandere! Hacker who loves everything about you from head to toe and is fascinated time and time again by your body anatomy. Reason why he’s got his hands on you 24/7 and due to his boundless obsession and curiosity. As to how you function on a daily basis being so soft and squishy compared to his lithe and hardened form. Regardless, You’re always kept on your toes whenever you’re in close quarters with the clingy fiend.』

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“Yujin, honey, are you alright? You’re spacing out again.”

『You hummed in an amused tone as you looked from beneath your lashes. To see your hacker boyfriend eyeing you with an intense glint in his sharp feline eyes that were up to no good. You jolted slightly when you felt him abruptly shove his hands down your crop top to greedily cup both of your jiggling boobs. Giving them a good hard knead.』

“Yeah, uh huh I’m fine babes it’s just—Wow! Your tits are so heavy and perky! So perfect to suck on…”

『Yujin drawled, dumbly in pure admiration as he went on to pinch and tweak at both of your nipples like they were joysticks. All the while his fleshy tip lightly dragged against your lips and chin smearing precum all over your face. As you were on your knees fondling his hairless balls and jerking off his pulsating shaft.』

“I read somewhere that mentioned how woman could lactate. Is that true? Of so, can you make that happen like right now, pretty please? I really wanna start milking you plus I’m thirsty.”

『He begged needily as he was completely fixated on your enticing mounds. Which had him utterly whipped at the thought of seeing milk dribble out those puffy areolas. That Yujin adored and revered to be the cutest thing of all. All the while he let out a throaty purr from how you started to lavish your wet tongue on his cockhead coaxing his salty sweet pre straight from the tap』

“Jin, listen I’d have to get pregnant in order to lactate. I can’t just do it at will on my own. It doesn't really work that way hon”

『You explained gently from how oblivious the 20 year old lynx hybrid sounded. Remembering how Yujin admitted that he didn’t have any definitive knowledge on the birds in the bees. Since he was raised in a very sheltered environment for most of his upbringing by strict caregivers.』

“Oh really? Well that's an easy fix! I could easily knock you up if that's what it takes baby cakes! All I gotta do is make sure to cram my spunk in every cute little hole you've got right?”

『Yujin chimed with a fanged lopsided grin and before you could even correct him with the right terminology. He suddenly thrusted his hips, forcing his thick cock deep into your mouth with each drawback of his pelvis.』

“Now that I think about it, I guess creaming your lovely throat would be good for starters~ you’d love that huh baby? I can just tell from from the way that sweet pussy is dripping all over the carpet~”

『He cooed lovingly, staring down at you while meanly squeezing your cheeks to get a close up at his dick. That was stretching open those plump lips that he fantasized kissing for all eternity. You were gripping his thighs for life support trying not to choke』

『As Yujin became Hellbent on pumping your throat full of his jizz to help fulfill his agenda. Of turning you into his lovely milk dispenser so that he’d be able to suckle on your swollen breasts. And admire his litter growing inside of your tummy for hours on end whenever he's slaving away in his room full of monitors and PCs.』

“Oh fuck, I think imma cum soon! You’re doing so good for me, so fucking good! just like I knew my pretty girl would. I swear Imma take the best care of you, make sure that my mate never goes in need of anything”

『He babbled, drooling from the tightness of your esophagus closing in on his throbbing meat. In tandem with how you squeezed his family jewels that were bloated with semen ready to make its home inside of you. And It doesn’t take long before Yujin goes completely ridgid tangling his clawed fingers in your scalp to further plant his crotch right against your face.』

『You could only process a deep hiss escaping your lover as your mouth was filled with nothing but his thick warm seed. He held your head in place and forcing you to savor every last drop of his cum that marinated your tastebuds. Yujin whined softly in protest at the thought of pulling away too soon.』

『The Hacker almost didn’t wanna pull out of your heavenly jaws at all but he still had his quota to fill. So with great reluctance he pulled out and look down at you with satisfaction. Brandishing a smile full of childlike chagrin as he sent you clutching for your pearls with his daunting words. Which hinted at the fact that you weren’t getting any sleep tonight.』

“Welp that’s one hole down baby only two more to go~ but this time I’mma fill ya up more than once since I gotta make sure that it all sticks mkay?”

[mxr1na]

🪐༘⋆🫧`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹Check the contact- Jjk men x reader🪐༘⋆🫧`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

They accidentally confess to the wrong contact. Yikes.

Pairings:

Megumi x reader

Yuji x reader

Toge x reader

A/N: We should make Freaky Bob and Rizzy Rick a thing <foreshadowing> Pumping out more content before school starts‼️‼️❗‼️

Edit: Okay since this is getting CRAZZZYY clout please check out my new gojo x reader series it’s v good!!! (I think)

Mxr1na 2024. Do NOT copy, rewrite or claim work as your own. If you see my work elsewhere, please send an ask :3

[spanktony]

“NEXT TIME?” - huh yunjin

summary: she’s late. again.

words: 1.4k+

warnings: gn!reader, college au, fluffy i think and yeah that’s all

notes: working on requests guys lol, i have like two semi-big ones w smut - BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT YUNJINS OUTFIT IN THE JAPANESE VER MV?? and chaewons?? im foaming at the mouth

navigation.

there’s a lot of things you don’t get in life—whether it be a new car, a brand-new 60-inch tv that probably wouldn’t fit on your side of your dorm room, or the privilege of not having to get up in the morning. but right now, what you’d give for just five more minutes of sleep… it was cruel, really.

the professor’s voice faded in and out like a distant hum as you struggled to keep your head up. your notebook laid open on the desk, the pen in your hand scrawling something resembling notes, though it looked more like a chaotic mixture of words, half-formed sentences, and random squiggles. you knew better than to hope for anything legible later.

then the door creaked open.

you blinked, your heavy eyelids lifting slightly as the interruption caught your attention. the sight of her—huh yunjin, waltzing in like she owned the room despite being late—sent a small jolt of energy through your sluggish system. she gave the professor an apologetic smile before scanning the room for an empty seat.

and, just your luck, her gaze landed on the empty chair next to you.

“mind if i sit here?” she asked softly, not waiting for an answer before sliding into the seat.

you stiffened, your heartbeat picking up as the proximity registered. the unfamiliar floral scent of her perfume wafted over, instantly more effective than any caffeine.

“thanks,” she murmured as she set down her bag. you nodded, unable to form coherent words, and turned your attention back to the mess of your notebook.

minutes passed, the lecture continued, and you were desperately trying to focus when yunjin leaned over slightly, her voice low enough that only you could hear.

“hey, can i borrow your notes? i came in late, and i’m a little lost.”

you froze. the girl you’d admired from afar was asking you for help. somehow, you managed a stiff nod and slid the notebook over to her, your hand shaking slightly as you did.

“you’re a lifesaver! thank you—”

she trailed off, and you felt her stare at the page. the silence stretched just long enough to make you glance over, only to see her brows furrowed in confusion as she tried to decipher the illegible mess.

“uh…” she looked up at you, and her expression softened into a small, almost amused smile. “these are the… notes? for this class?”

your face burned, and you quickly reached out to take the notebook back. “sorry—um, must be for another class.”

“it’s fine,” she said, chuckling softly as she handed it back.

the next week, you’re a little more prepared. after that mortifying moment with yunjin, you’d made it your mission to write your notes like your life depended on it. it felt weird, the pressure of her possibly asking you again, but the thought of her struggling to read your chicken scratch was somehow more unbearable.

you’re halfway through jotting down the professor’s opening points when the door creaks open again.

yunjin.

she’s late. again.

she gives a sheepish wave toward the professor, who barely spares her a glance before continuing the lecture. her eyes scan the room, searching for an empty seat. when her gaze lands on the one next to you, she hesitates for a split second before sighing and heading your way.

“morning,” she whispers as she drops into the chair beside you.

you nod, trying not to let her presence derail your concentration. her floral scent is the same, though, and you feel your cheeks heat up as she pulls out her notebook and a pen.

class moves on, the professor droning about concepts that are already blurring together in your mind. yunjin taps her pen on her notebook absently, her face a picture of pure regret as she glances around the room.

it’s obvious she’s trying to figure out who else she could ask for notes.

you could practically hear her begging for someone to spare a glance her way.

she leans forward, scanning the nearest students, but they’re all intently focused on the lecture, scribbling or typing away like model students. finally, she groans softly under her breath and turns to you.

“hey,” she whispers, a hint of reluctance in her voice. “could i—um—look at your notes again? just for a second?”

you pause, pretending to think about it, before sliding your notebook toward her. she takes it with an apologetic smile, clearly expecting another barely readable mess.

instead, her eyes widen slightly.

“wait…” she blinks and leans in, her lips twitching into a small, surprised smile. “this is… actually neat. what happened?”

you shrug, trying to play it cool. “what do you mean? i thought you knew i mixed up my notes.”

she chuckles under her breath. “oh yeah, right, right. your handwriting is so pretty, though!”

her comment sparks a quiet pride in you, but you keep your focus on the professor. as yunjin flips through the pages, she glances at you out of the corner of her eye, her expression thoughtful.

when class ends, she lingers as the other students begin filing out. “thanks for letting me borrow your notes again,” she says, handing your notebook back. “i owe you one.”

“you don’t owe me anything,” you reply quickly, though your heart skips when her fingers brush against yours.

“no, really,” she insists, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “maybe next time, i’ll buy you coffee or something.”

she doesn’t wait for your response, offering you one last smile before disappearing out the door.

you sit there, stunned, as the realization hits you: next time?

[pinkhor1zon]

formal dinner at taco bell (ruined)!

pairing - han yujin x gn!reader

genre - fluff, comedy

warnings - taco bell, reader is shorter than yujin, just cuteness, adults dni!!

wc: ~1k

maia’s note: the yujin brainrot is real i love him so much. ZB1 COMEBACK DAY WE CHEERED!! i hope you enjoy this silly little drabble! likes and reblogs are always appreciated 🤍

read under the cut!

you and yujin were getting ready in your bathroom together. yujin in a crisp black suit, you also in your most fancy attire.

you were helping him apply his makeup, dapping a bit of concealer under his eyes. you were on your tippy toes, reaching up to his face. he was looking down at you, a dorky smile on his face.

“what?” you said.

“nothing,” he said, clearing his throat and blushing lightly.

you finished applying his makeup and lowered yourself back to your height. placing the makeup brush back onto the table, yujin pinches your cheek.

you frown at him, “really yujin.”

him, who is still pinching your cheek, chuckles. “you’re just too cute.”

you roll your eyes and pull his hand away from your face. you pat the sides of his suit with a smile.

“i feel so silly doing this, we’re dressing up all fancy just to eat at taco bell,” you snicker.

“i know,” he laughs, “but it’ll be fun!! i’ve always wanted to do this and isn’t it a cute date idea?”

“this is your idea of a cute date?” you cock an eyebrow.

he avoids eye contact sheepishly. “yeah..”

you grin at his sudden shyness. “any idea you have is a great idea yujin. now, let’s go!!”

——————

the two of you entered the taco bell dramatically. after hearing your reassurance, yujin ran to get two pairs of thick rimmed sunglasses for both of you to wear. he said, and you quote, “this is another one of my great ideas so now you have to do this with me.” you’re convinced he went all pouty just to get you to wear the sunglasses with him.

so here the two of you were, walking into taco bell with your most dapper clothing and sunglasses on. yours were plain dark black ones, his were dark black with rhinestones on it. this was a very serious matter for him.

you and yujin approached the cash register and the blonde cashier looked at you guys with the strangest expression.

“hi.. welcome to taco bell. um, what can i get you?”

you lifted your sunglasses off your face and put them in your pocket, scanning the menu of what you want.

“i’ll get a mexican pizza and..” you turn to yujin, “wanna share a large baja blast?”

he nods. “okay, and a large baja blast,” you smile.

the cashier nods, putting in your order. you look to his name tag. ‘ricky’ in all caps is written on it. how interesting, you think, you’ve never met someone named ricky.

“okay anything else?” said ricky.

“i’ll also get two doritos locos tacos, thank you,” yujin says, he still has his sunglasses on.

ricky nods again punching in yujins order. “okay that will be $13.06,” he says.

yujin pulls out his wallet from his pocket dramatically and pays in cash with exact change. you two grab your receipt and sit down at a booth.

as you sit down on opposite sides of the table you both burst into laughter. “did you see the way he looked at us??”

yujin responds, struggling a bit because he was laughing so hard, “that was hilarious!!”

the number on your receipt was called and you both calmed yourselves down from your laughing fit. that was quick, you thought.

“i’ll go get it,” yujin says, standing up and going to the counter.

he came back with your guys order, still wearing his sunglasses.

“yujin, when are you gonna take those damn sunglasses off,” you deadpan.

he lays out the food on the table and sits down. “they’re a part of me yn!”

you snort before reaching to take them off. he dodges your hand, frowning at you.

“don’t you dare.”

“watch me jinnie.”

you jump up and go into his booth seat, clawing at his glasses. he holds both of your hands, swerving left and right to avoid your attempts.

you shout, “YUJIN!! really!! come on, you look so funny!!”

he yells back, “NO!! i have free will yn. you cant take these away from me.”

still play fighting yujin, you see a familiar face in the corner of your eye.

“hey!! stop creating a ruckus!!” the cashier, ricky, shouts.

the two of you slowly turn to him. yujin is still holding your arms and you’re leaning on him.

he points at you, and then at yujin. “i’m kicking the both of you out.” he then mumbles, “just one more hour of my shift.. these weirdos are such a bothersome..”

yujin starts, “but-“

“no buts!!” the tired, blonde worker said sternly. “get out right now.”

you and yujin scrambled out of your booth, quickly taking your food and baja blast. once you were outside of taco bell you looked at each other and immediately started laughing.

“i can’t believe we just got kicked out!!” you say in between chuckles.

“yeah well it was all your fault!!” yujin took off his sunglasses and wipes the hysterical tears off his face.

you gasp, “now you take off your sunglasses?? really??”

he sticks his tongue at you and you both just stand there for a moment, realizing what had happened. you both are still holding your uneaten taco bell, outside of the taco bell you just got kicked out of.

“what.. what do we do now..?” you say, puzzled.

yujin shrugs before looking around. his eyes lock on a certain building in the shopping center you were in. he points to it and questions, “movie?”

you pause and think about it but come to the conclusion that it’s a good idea. “yeah let’s go!” you exclaim, smiling at him.

the two of you sneak your food into the movie theater and movie hop; somehow not getting caught. (you both know it’s because the workers don’t have enough energy to get mad at two teenagers in formal attire having harmless fun.) between movies, you and yujin discuss the recently watched movie and your ratings, thoughts, etcetera. some of them made you sob, some made you laugh, but its fun the entire time. after all, you’re on a silly date with your silly boyfriend, yujin.

DO NOT repost, translate, or copy.

[baelabong]

ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪꜱᴛʀʏ

ɪᴅᴏʟ!ʏᴜᴊɪɴ x ɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

plot: yujin hates you (no she doesnt)

notes: fluff, lowkey mean yujin, uhm interesting ending, 4.5k words

You were in the middle of rehearsals with your group, sweat dripping down your forehead as you practiced the same routine for what felt like the hundredth time. The music blared from the speakers, and you were so focused on perfecting the steps that you almost missed the buzz of your phone vibrating on the floor next to your water bottle. During a quick break, you grabbed it, expecting just another routine notification.

But as you glanced at the screen, your eyes widened in shock.

“BREAKING: LE SSERAFIM’s Y/N and IVE’s Yujin to Perform a Special Stage at the MAMA Awards!”

Your heart immediately began to race. Yujin. You were paired with Yujin. The thought sent a wave of nervous excitement through you, but it also made your stomach churn with anxiety. Yujin, with her cool, enigmatic persona that captivated everyone who saw her, was practically your opposite. You, with your vibrant, extroverted stage presence, had always thrived on energy and enthusiasm, while Yujin was known for her composed and almost mysterious demeanor.

How on earth was this pairing supposed to work?

You barely noticed when Kazuha walked into the practice room, her face glowing with curiosity. She’d clearly seen the same news you had.

“Hey, did you see the news?” Kazuha asked, her voice a mix of excitement and concern.

You nodded, still staring at your phone as if the words might change if you looked away. “Yeah, I saw it. I… I can’t believe it. Yujin… out of all people.”

Kazuha chuckled lightly, leaning against the wall. “What? Are you nervous?”

You let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through your hair. “Nervous? More like terrified,” you admitted. “She’s just so… *cool*. I’m the complete opposite. How are we supposed to make this work?”

Kazuha gave you a teasing grin, trying to lighten the mood. “Opposites attract, right? Maybe this is your chance to balance each other out.”

You sighed, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. “Or completely crash and burn,” you muttered. “I don’t even know if she likes me. She’s always so distant… what if she doesn’t even want to do this?”

Kazuha’s expression softened as she placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, you’re amazing at what you do. If anyone can make this work, it’s you. You’ve faced challenges before, and you’ve come out stronger every time.”

You appreciated her words, but the anxiety still gnawed at you. Yujin wasn’t just any challenge—she was *Yujin*. How were you supposed to find common ground with someone who seemed so different from you?

“I just don’t want to mess this up,” you admitted quietly. “This is a huge opportunity, and if we don’t click on stage, everyone’s going to notice.”

Kazuha nodded, understanding the pressure you were feeling. “Just take it one step at a time. You don’t have to figure everything out right away. Maybe Yujin is just as nervous as you are.”

The thought had never crossed your mind. Yujin, nervous? It seemed impossible, but maybe, just maybe, beneath that calm exterior, she was feeling the same apprehension.

“Yeah, maybe,” you said, though you weren’t entirely convinced. “I guess I’ll just have to find out.”

“Exactly. And who knows? You might surprise each other,” Kazuha said with a supportive smile. “Just remember, you’re Y/N. You’ve got this.”

——

You arrived at the practice room a bit earlier than usual, trying to get your nerves under control before she showed up. The news that you’d be performing a special stage with Yujin from IVE had thrown you for a loop. The two of you were supposed to cover an intimate dance to Taeyang and Jimin’s “VIBE,” and the thought of it was both thrilling and terrifying.

When you walked in, you found Yujin already there, stretching by the mirrors. She looked as poised as ever, her movements fluid and graceful. For a moment, you hesitated, your heart pounding as you watched her. You’d always admired her from afar—her cool, enigmatic presence on stage was mesmerizing—but working this closely with her was something else entirely.

“Hey, Yujin,” you called out, trying to sound more confident than you felt. “Ready to rehearse?”

Yujin looked up and gave you a small nod. “Yeah, let’s get started.”

The two of you began running through the choreography, the sensual moves of “VIBE” requiring you to be in sync, your bodies close as you danced. You quickly noticed how different your styles were—where you liked to add bursts of energy and playful flair, Yujin was all about control, each move deliberate and precise.

As the music played, you couldn’t help but add your own twist to a particular sequence, hoping to make the performance more dynamic. But as soon as you did, Yujin stopped, a slight frown on her face.

“Let’s stick to the routine,” she said firmly, her voice cool but not unkind.

You paused, a bit taken aback. “I just thought we could add a little more emotion, make it more... engaging. This dance is all about the connection, right?”

Yujin’s expression didn’t change. “We need to be precise if we want to pull this off. Improvising could throw off our timing.”

You sighed, trying to keep your frustration in check. “I get that, but this dance is about more than just the steps. It’s about the chemistry between us. We need to show that we’re feeling the music, not just following a script.”

Yujin crossed her arms, looking at you with those unreadable eyes. “And we will. But we can’t afford to make mistakes on stage. If we mess up, it won’t just be obvious—it’ll ruin the entire mood.”

You opened your mouth to argue but stopped yourself, realizing that pushing her would only make things worse. The rest of the rehearsal passed with the same underlying tension, your enthusiasm clashing with Yujin’s insistence on precision. By the time you wrapped up for the day, the air between you was thick with unspoken frustration.

—————-

The next day, you arrived at the practice room earlier, determined to smooth things over after the tension from yesterday. You needed to talk to Yujin, but as soon as you walked in, you could feel the heavy atmosphere. Yujin was already there, sitting on the floor, scrolling through her phone with an irritated expression.

You hesitated for a moment before setting down your bag and beginning to stretch, hoping to ease into the conversation. As you reached up to stretch your arms, you caught Yujin staring at you in the mirror. Her eyes quickly darted away, and you noticed a faint flush on her cheeks.

“Uh, morning,” you said, trying to sound casual, even though the moment was charged with unspoken tension.

“Morning,” Yujin replied curtly, her tone cold, as she looked back at her phone, her expression hardening once more.

You sighed internally, realizing this wasn’t going to be easy. “Listen, about yesterday…”

Yujin cut you off, her voice sharp. “What about it? You didn’t want to stick to the routine, and I did. Simple as that.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the edge in her voice. “I wasn’t trying to mess things up, Yujin. I just thought—”

“You thought what?” she snapped, her eyes flashing as she finally looked up at you. “That you knew better? That your little flourishes would somehow make everything perfect?”

You felt your face flush with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “That’s not fair. I was just trying to bring more emotion into the performance. This song is about connection, about the vibe between us. We can’t just go through the motions.”

Yujin scoffed, getting to her feet. “And I suppose you think I don’t understand that? That I don’t know how to connect with an audience?”

“That’s not what I’m saying!” you protested, feeling your patience start to fray. “I know you’re amazing at what you do, but we’re supposed to be working together. We need to find a way to make both our styles work.”

Yujin crossed her arms, glaring at you. “You don’t get it, do you? We’re not here to experiment. We’re here to deliver a flawless performance. If you can’t stick to the plan, then maybe you’re the one who needs to adjust.”

Her words stung, the accusation hanging in the air between you. For a moment, you were speechless, trying to figure out how to respond.

Finally, you took a deep breath, forcing yourself to stay calm. “Look, I get that you’re under pressure. We both are. But I’m not trying to sabotage anything. I just think we can make this performance more than just technically perfect. We can make it unforgettable.”

Yujin’s expression softened just a fraction, though her eyes were still hard. “Fine,” she said after a long pause, her voice grudging. “We’ll try it your way. But if it doesn’t work, we’re doing it my way, no questions asked.”

You nodded, relieved that she was at least willing to compromise, even if she wasn’t happy about it. “Deal.”

Yujin turned away, her posture still stiff as she walked back to the center of the room. “Let’s just get this over with.”

————

It had been a tough few days. The pressure of preparing for the upcoming performance, combined with the lingering tension between you and Yujin, was starting to take its toll. You could feel the stress building inside you, making it hard to focus, let alone enjoy what you were doing. As you headed to the dressing room for a short break, you couldn't help but sigh, wishing for just a little relief from the constant strain.

When you walked into the dressing room, your eyes immediately fell on something unusual—a small, neatly wrapped box sitting on the counter. Puzzled, you walked over to it and hesitated for a moment before picking it up. The box wasn’t labeled, and there was no note attached. Curiosity piqued, you carefully opened it to reveal an assortment of your favorite snacks.

For a moment, you just stared at the contents, feeling a rush of surprise and warmth. Whoever had left these had clearly put some thought into it. The timing was perfect—exactly when you needed a bit of comfort. But who could have known that? And more importantly, who would have taken the time to do something like this for you?

You turned the box over in your hands, searching for any clue about the sender, but there was nothing. It left you both puzzled and touched, a small smile forming on your lips despite the stress you’d been feeling. It was a simple gesture, but it meant more to you than words could express.

Later, during a break in rehearsals, you sat down near Yujin, who was scrolling through her phone with a relaxed, almost indifferent expression. The air between you two had been less strained since your last conversation, but things were still a bit awkward. You decided to mention the snacks, partly out of curiosity and partly to share a bit of your day.

“Someone left these snacks for me in the dressing room earlier,” you said, trying to keep your tone light and casual. “It was a nice surprise, but I can’t figure out who did it.”

Yujin barely looked up from her phone, her voice calm and disinterested. “You looked like you needed something to lift your spirits. Don’t think too much about it.”

Her words took a moment to register. When they did, you turned to look at her, your eyes widening slightly in surprise. “Wait… you’re the one who left them?”

Yujin shrugged, still not meeting your gaze, as if it wasn’t worth making a big deal out of. “Yeah. Like I said, don’t overthink it. It’s just some snacks.”

You were taken aback, not just by the gesture but by how casually she brushed it off. This was the same Yujin who had been so distant, so critical during rehearsals, and now she was the one who had gone out of her way to do something kind for you? It didn’t fit the image you had of her, and that only made it more surprising.

“Honestly, I didn’t expect that from you,” you admitted, your voice tinged with disbelief. “You always seem so… I don’t know, focused on work.”

Yujin finally glanced up at you, her expression as unreadable as ever. “Just because I’m focused doesn’t mean I don’t notice things. You looked stressed, so I figured a little something might help. That’s all.”

You stared at her, unsure how to respond. It was clear she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but the gesture meant more to you than she realized. It wasn’t just about the snacks—it was the fact that she’d noticed your stress and had taken it upon herself to do something about it, even if she wouldn’t admit it outright.

“Thank you,” you said softly, your gratitude evident in your tone.

Yujin gave a slight nod, already returning her attention to her phone. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t expect it to become a habit.”

————

The rumor mill had been in overdrive since yesterday, with whispers about you and TXT's Yeonjun supposedly being spotted together. You’d tried to ignore it, but the tension was palpable, especially during rehearsals. Yujin, who had been cold and distant since the rumors started, was even more aloof than usual. It was hard not to notice the way she avoided eye contact, her responses clipped and short whenever you tried to talk to her.

Today’s rehearsal was particularly rough. You were struggling with the choreography, your mind too distracted by the swirling rumors and Yujin’s sudden coldness. Every time you missed a step or stumbled, you could feel the frustration building inside you, and it didn’t help that Yujin seemed to be watching you, her expression unreadable.

What you didn’t notice was how, subtly and without a word, Yujin began adjusting the routine. She simplified certain moves, made transitions smoother, all without drawing attention to herself. By the time you finished the session, you were exhausted but relieved that the choreography seemed easier, more manageable.

As you sat down to catch your breath, you started to realize something had changed. The routine was definitely different, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on how or when it had happened.

“Did someone change the routine?” you asked aloud, looking around at the others. “It’s a bit easier now… not that I’m complaining.”

Yujin, who had been stretching nearby, looked up briefly, her tone flat as she replied. “We all agreed on it. It’s just a small adjustment, nothing worth mentioning.”

You blinked, surprised by her nonchalance. “I didn’t even notice. Thanks… I guess.”

Yujin shrugged, her eyes focused on something in the distance. “No need for thanks. It’s just what needed to be done.”

There was something about the way she said it—so detached, so indifferent—that made you feel uneasy. It was as if she was trying to distance herself, to make it clear that this was purely professional, nothing more.

As you continued to watch her, a knot formed in your stomach. The rumor with Yeonjun couldn’t possibly be bothering her, could it? Yujin was always so composed, so focused on her work. But now, with the way she was acting, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more behind her cold shoulder.

As you started to leave the practice room, Yujin suddenly called out, her voice cutting through the quiet. “Y/N, can we talk for a minute?”

You turned back, surprised. “Sure, what’s up?”

Yujin waited until the room had cleared out, her expression unreadable. Once you were alone, she looked at you directly, her eyes sharp. “Is there something going on between you and Yeonjun? I’ve been hearing a lot of talk lately.”

Your heart skipped a beat, caught off guard by her bluntness. “Why do you ask?”

Yujin crossed her arms, her gaze unwavering. “Just curious. Or maybe I’m just tired of the rumors affecting our work.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, Yujin’s phone buzzed loudly. She glanced at the screen and her face momentarily froze. “Forget it,” she said quickly, her voice suddenly distant. “It’s not important. We should get back to practice.”

You watched her, a mix of confusion and concern on your face. “Yujin, wait—”

But Yujin was already walking away, her phone clutched tightly in her hand.

————-

The day of the awards show had arrived, and the backstage area buzzed with frenetic energy. Performers were rushing around, finalizing their looks and going through last-minute preparations. The atmosphere was electric, but for you, it was tinged with a heavy layer of stress. You tried to stay focused and calm, but the weight of the recent tensions with Yujin and the pressure of the performance made it difficult.

As you paced backstage, rehearsing your routine in your mind, you accidentally bumped into Yujin, who was in the midst of adjusting her elaborate outfit. Your water bottle slipped from your hand, and a splash of water hit her dress, leaving a noticeable wet stain.

Yujin’s eyes widened as she looked down at her ruined outfit. Her calm, collected demeanor shattered in an instant. “Great, now my outfit is ruined! Can’t you be more careful?” Her voice was sharp, her frustration evident.

You froze, your face turning crimson with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

Yujin cut you off before you could finish, her irritation turning into a biting reprimand. “You’re always so careless. This is important, and you’re not taking it seriously.”

Your nerves were already frayed, and her harsh words only served to heighten your anxiety. “I am taking it seriously! I’m just trying to stay positive in a stressful situation. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

The tension between you two was palpable. You could see the frustration etched on Yujin’s face, and it mirrored your own feelings of distress. The stress of the performance, combined with the unresolved tension from the previous day, was taking a toll on both of you.

Yujin’s anger seemed to hang in the air, mingling with the general chaos of the backstage area. For a moment, neither of you said anything, the silence thick with unspoken words and mounting frustration.

Then, after a tense pause, Yujin let out a deep breath and reached into her bag. She pulled out a clean towel and handed it to you, her expression softening just a touch. “Here. Use this to clean up the mess.”

You took the towel, the gesture slightly easing the tension. “Thanks,” you said quietly, trying to keep your voice steady despite the lingering hurt.

Yujin nodded curtly, her gaze briefly meeting yours before she turned away to deal with her outfit. “Just… be more careful next time,” she said, her tone less harsh but still carrying a note of frustration.

You wiped up the water, feeling a mixture of relief and lingering discomfort. The backstage environment, usually a place of camaraderie and support, felt strained and charged with unresolved issues. The weight of Yujin’s irritation and the recent rumors about you and Yeonjun were hanging heavily over both of you.

As you worked to clean up the mess, you stole a glance at Yujin. She was busy adjusting her outfit, her movements quick and purposeful. It was clear she was trying to maintain her composure, but the stress was evident in the way she handled her costume. You wondered if the rumors had been affecting her more than she let on.

With the clock ticking down to your performance, you took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. You knew you had to push aside the personal tensions and give it your all on stage. The performance was about to begin, and despite everything, it was your moment to shine.

As you prepared to step out onto the stage, Yujin’s earlier comment echoed in your mind. The unresolved tension between you was a heavy weight, but you had to concentrate on the performance and hope that, once it was over, you could find a way to address the lingering issues.

The moment you stepped into the spotlight, the excitement of the audience and the adrenaline of the performance took over. But as you glanced back at Yujin, waiting in the wings, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the unresolved tension between you was far from over.

—————

The awards show had concluded, and the green room was abuzz with post-performance excitement. You and Yujin, having navigated through the highs and lows of the day, found a quiet corner away from the crowd. The initial hostility and tension between you had eased considerably, giving way to a newfound understanding and mutual respect. The performance had gone off without a hitch, and the camaraderie you’d developed during the stressful preparations was evident in your interaction.

You sat side by side on a plush couch, the room’s lights dimmed and the noise of the celebration muffled. There was a moment of silence as both of you caught your breath and reflected on the journey that had brought you to this point.

“I was so wrong about you,” you said, breaking the silence. “I thought we’d never get along.”

Yujin glanced at you, her expression a mix of curiosity and nonchalance. “People aren’t always what they seem.”

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. “I guess I’m starting to see that. Thanks for everything… even the things you pretend you didn’t do.”

Yujin smirked, her eyes meeting yours with a hint of amusement. “You’re welcome, I guess.”

The conversation seemed to settle into a comfortable rhythm until Yujin suddenly took a deep breath, as if gathering her thoughts for something significant. She turned to you, her usual composure giving way to a more vulnerable demeanor.

“Y/N, there’s something I need to say,” Yujin began, her voice slightly shaky. “I’ve been trying to keep my feelings in check because, well, I know you’re supposedly with Yeonjun and all. I’ve been... you know, trying not to get too involved. But I just—”

She fumbled for words, her usual calm demeanor giving way to an awkward babble. “I mean, it’s okay if you don’t like me back or anything. I understand that you’re with him, and it’s fine. I just thought, maybe, if I didn’t say anything, I could avoid making things weird. But now that we’ve been through all this, I thought I should at least be honest. I really like you, Y/N. Like, a lot. And it’s totally fine if you don’t feel the same way. I mean, I wouldn’t blame you. I just didn’t want to leave things unsaid…”

She trailed off, her eyes wide with a mixture of anxiety and resignation. She stared at you, waiting for a reaction, clearly unsure of how her confession had landed.

You listened to Yujin’s confession, unable to hold back a chuckle as you took in her babbling. The way she had blurted everything out, her anxiety palpable, struck you as both endearing and amusing.

Yujin’s face flushed with embarrassment as she watched your reaction. “Did I—say something wrong? I mean, you’re laughing…”

You shook your head, a warm smile spreading across your face. “No, it’s not that. I’m not actually dating Yeonjun.”

Yujin blinked, clearly taken aback. “You’re not?”

You shook your head again, laughing softly. “Nope. It was just a rumor. I thought it would die down, but it’s been hanging around.”

Yujin’s confusion slowly transformed into relief and then into a hopeful smile. “Oh… well, that’s a relief. I mean, it makes things a lot clearer.”

As you both sat there, Yujin’s phone buzzed, and she checked it briefly. Her eyes widened slightly, and she looked back at you with a more serious expression. “Actually, there’s something else I need to tell you. It’s about—”

Before she could finish, Yunjin walked into the green room, her presence immediately noticeable. Her eyes met yours, and she gave you a warm, somewhat surprised smile.

“Hey, Y/N. Yujin,” she said, her gaze shifting between you and Yujin. “I heard you two did great out there.”

You immediately saw your chance to clear things up. You stood up and practically threw yourself into Yunjin’s arms, hugging her tightly. “See, baby? I told you I’m not dating Yeonjun!”

Yunjin chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around you and stroking your back. “I know, love. I’m glad to see you two working things out.”

Yujin’s face flushed with realization as she watched the affectionate exchange. “Wait… you two are...?”

Yunjin smiled and nodded, giving you a reassuring look. “Yes, Y/N and I have been together for a while. I guess the rumor about Yeonjun was just that—a rumor.”

Yujin’s expression shifted from embarrassment to a mix of understanding and relief. “Oh… I see. I’m really sorry for the misunderstanding, then.”

As Yujin tried to compose herself, she glanced at you with a mixture of sadness and regret. “Well, now that everything’s clear, I guess I should go…”

You reached out, your heart sinking as you saw the hurt in Yujin’s eyes. “Yujin, wait…”

Yunjin’s eyes flicked between you and Yujin, sensing the tension. “Is everything okay?”

You turned back to Yujin, feeling a pang of guilt. “I didn’t mean to lead you on or anything. I’m really sorry if I—”

Yujin shook her head, trying to hide her feelings behind a mask of composure. “It’s okay. I just... didn’t realize how complicated things were.”

As Yujin walked away, you watched her go with a heavy heart, torn between your affection for Yunjin and the unexpected connection you felt with Yujin. The complexities of the situation left you feeling uncertain. You turned to Yunjin, who looked at you with concern.

“Are you alright?” Yunjin asked softly, sensing your turmoil.

You sighed, feeling the weight of the situation. “I just feel bad. I didn’t mean for things to get so complicated.”

Yunjin took your hand, her eyes searching yours. “We’ll figure it out. For now, let’s focus on us.”

As you and Yunjin embraced, you couldn’t help but think about Yujin. The connection you had felt with her, the way she had been there for you despite everything, left you questioning your own feelings. You wondered if there was something more there, something you hadn't fully acknowledged until now.

The night ended with lingering uncertainties. As you held onto Yunjin, your mind drifted back to Yujin, and you felt a pang of regret. The possibility of having feelings for both of them was daunting, but the truth was you were deeply conflicted.

[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ 너 말곤 전부 사라진 my world / 내 모든 시간에 오직 너만이 가득 차

little things zb1 maknae line do as your boyfriend

notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), got a ton of inspo from this fic by @luvh4nji !! first reaction for zb1 :)), ricky calls reader beautiful, i am a red haired gyuv enthusiast my apologies, mentions of insecure yujin, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes <33 title from zb1 - crush

SHEN RICKY always gives you little gifts. 

“i got you something.” 

“ricky,” you chuckle softly as you shake your head. your lips quirk into a smile as you set your phone aside, turning to face him. “you didn’t need to.” 

“but i wanted to.” he shrugs nonchalantly. “i always want to.” 

ricky twirls the stem between his finger as he holds it out for you to admire. you softly gasp at the sight, admiring the hues of pink and white and decorating the flower petals. “it’s beautiful!” 

“here,” his touch is feather-light as he reaches up, carefully brushing stray strands of hair away from your face. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach and shivers race down your spine at the feeling. “let me.” 

ricky smiles sheepishly as he delicately tucks the flower behind your ear, careful not to let any petals fall. you can faintly smell the sweetness radiating from it. you smile brightly as you tilt your head to the side to pose. “how do i look?”

stepping forwards, he cups your face between his hands. ricky leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek. they feel soft against your skin - tinted a soft shade of baby pink and routinely coated in strawberry chap stick. he smiles when he pulls away, a light flush quickly spreading across his skin. “beautiful.”

KIM GYUVIN is always holding your hand. 

amidst the bustling crowd, you peek over the tops of heads and behind shoulders as you search for gyuvin throughout the crowd. wires stretch across the ceiling like vines. you only catch glimpses of muted conversations when staff members pass you by.

it only takes a small gap in the crowd before you recognize him, his red hair a sharp contrast to the black boxes behind him. “gyuvin!” 

his eyes widen. he watches you in shock for a moment before he immediately begins rushing towards you. “you’re here,” gyuvin whispers shakily. his grip tightens around your waist as he leans in, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. 

“i’m here,” you chuckle. you rub your hands against his back in an attempt to soothe him, careful not to wrinkle the thin fabric of his stage outfit. gyuvin’s hands cup your face when he pulls away, gently trailing along your jawline. a deep flush rises to his cheeks despite the thin layer of foundation covering his face. 

“there’s so much i want to show you.” gyuvin smiles brightly. his large hands envelop your own, intertwining your fingers together with ease. shivers race down your spine when his thumb casually brushes against your knuckles. he squeezes your hand once. “just follow me.” 

PARK GUNWOOK is clingy. 

the sunset casts a golden glow across the train car, illuminating the horizon in the distance. its wheels scrape against the rails, creating a quiet hum that drones on for hours. you turn to look out the window. flashes of trees and seemingly never ending hills eventually give way to acres of flat fields, filled with crops ready for harvest. 

you startle slightly when gunwook’s head falls against your shoulder; stray strands of his hair tickle against the bare skin of your neck. he all but slumps his body against yours, letting a deep sigh escape him. your bodies mold together like puzzle pieces. 

“is everything okay?” you whisper. you reach upwards to carefully push a strand of hair away from gunwook’s eyes. he leans into your touch slightly, smiling softly when you allow him to lean his cheek against your palm.

“yeah,” he mumbles in response. his voice is low and raspy. the telltale signs of sleep slip into his words. gunwook looks up at you with rosy cheeks and tired eyes full of love and admiration. it’s enough to make your heartbeat a little bit faster and butterflies swarm throughout your stomach. “just want you.” 

HAN YUJIN tells you everything. 

“yujin,” you whisper. he nervously chews on his bottom lip, anxiously staring up at the continuous spin of your ceiling fan. moonlight illuminates your bedroom, painting the walls silver. “what’s on your mind?” 

yujin curls into your side, abandoning any embarrassment in the night. his legs entangle with your own beneath your blankets. “i’ve been thinking,” he whispers, so quiet that you almost miss the words entirely beneath the hum of the air conditioner. “about performing. about the concerts.”

“are you nervous?” he nods, tucking his face into the comforter. “you’re an incredible performer. all the work you’ve done to improve is showing, even if you don’t think it is. you’ll be amazing out there - i know you’ll be. and if you need any help, i’m here. and so are the members.”

carefully, you begin to card your fingers through his hair. yujin sighs softly in response, nuzzling his head even further into your pillows. you can all but feel him relax against your touch. “how are you feeling now?” 

“better,” he says, muffled against the fabric. twisting to face you, yujin sleepily smiles up at you. “thank you.” 

you smile softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his temple. he takes a deep breath in response, finally allowing his eyes to flutter closed. “sweet dreams, jinnie.”

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[fanfiction4sooya]

could i req a yujin mommy kink and degrading kink fic! 😭 😭having a yujin brainrot lately 🤤

Here you go, honey bun! 💖💖

Ps: I'm more of a praise kink type of girl, but I'll try my best for you. Hope you like it!

Yujin knew how to fuck with your mind as much as she knew how to fuck your body, you always knew that. She was seductive, alluring and mean whenever she wanted to mess with your head.

The big mirror of the practice room was the only witness of the complete mess she made out of you.

"Keep them spread" She was sat behind of you, her legs intertwined with yours to hold them in place as she pinched both of your nipples, her lips on your ear as she spoke. "Look at your pussy" She growled, pinching hard. "I knew you were a slut, but were you really so eager for me to fuck you?"

"Yujin" You cried out, your pussy visibly clenching the more she pinched your nipples.

"It's mommy for you, whore" She slapped your pussy, making you jolt. "Now take that big toy and shove it up your cunt for me" She kissed your neck, biting hard.

You didn't move, too caught up with your pussy being slapped; that amazing yet horrible feeling resonating in the back of your mind.

"Dumb puppy" She said, reaching for her favorite pink vibrator. "Open" She motioned for you to open your mouth as you did so and she immediately shoved it to the back of your throat, choking you a little. "Too big, little slut?"

You kept your mouth open, rolling your eyes as she kept that hard pace.

"My dumb little doll, fuck" She grabbed one of your hands, placing it on top of your wet pussy. "Fuck your pussy with your fingers, pup" You just nodded, your eyes glued on hers on the mirror as she kept the toy on your mouth, starting to circle your clit.

It felt good to be used, but it felt even better to know that you were completely at her mercy and that she didn't have an ounce of pity on how she made you feel.

You closed your eyes feeling too good and she slapped your thigh with her free hand, making you slightly jump.

"Don't fucking close your eyes" She growled as you kept circling your clit, trembling on her embrace. Without a warning, she took the toy from your mouth to shove it up your cunt, her free hand now holding your neck as she kept her eyes on yours.

"Mommy, please, please" You cried, it felt too much. One of her hands choking you, the other fucking you hard with the toy, her legs holding yours in place and her boobs pressing against your back... It hurt so deliciously, overwhelmingly so. "Too much mommy-oh my god"

"Please?" She growled, fucking impossibly harder. That obscene image on the mirror making your head dizzy, her contempt look making you almost cum on the spot. "I know you can take it"

She squeezed your neck harder, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as the wet sounds got even louder.

"You tell me you can't take it but keep clenching whenever I call you a slut?" She finally let go of your neck, pulling your face for a bruising kiss. You moaned against her lips, shaking as you kept a rapid pace on your clit. "I know you with the palm of my hand, puppy" Her eyes were dark filled with lust, appreciating the view from the mirror. "I know you like it when I fucking use you" She finally turned the vibrator on, eliciting a scream from you.

"I can't, mo-mommy, please I can't" You viciously shook your head through sobs, your body literally on edge shaking hard.

You saw her smile through your tear filled eyes, that mischievous glint present and you knew she would push you trough your limits as she always did.

"You are just a hole for me to take" She whispered on your ear, biting.

Her free hand pinching your nipple as the other kept sticking the pink vibrator on your drenched pussy. You rolled your hips as she fucked you, feeling your body limp and your scalp itch with the force of your approaching orgasm.

"You are mine and will take whatever I tell you to take, little slut"

That was the last straw for you, your vision going completely blank as those words reached your ears, your body trembling as you blindly sobbed through that amazing orgasm.

She kept hugging you from behind, licking your neck as she fucked you through your climax, smiling as she saw how she broke you, your heart thumping loud inside your chest.

"Mommy" You sobbed, gathering every ounce of strength you had and turning around to hug her. "I thought I couldn't do it" You sobbed hiding your face against her shoulder.

She kept caressing your back, kissing your shoulder as she waited for you to calm down. She held your chin, lifting your face for a kiss full of passion again.

"You don't have to think anything, doll" She caressed your face, kissing the tip of your nose. "Just let mommy use you and fill your holes" She whispered, one hand on your hip as she made you lightly hump her thigh now, ripping a low moan out of you. "You know mommy knows best, right?"

You blindly nodded, making her smile.

"Dumb little slut..." She sighed. "All mine for the take"