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[7:50] Nakamoto Yuta (smut)

♡ Pairing : Dilf! Nakamoto Yuta x F! Reader

♡ Warnings : Smut Ahead!! Father'sbestfriend! Yuta, aged up! Yuta, spoiled brat! Reader, single! Yuta (if anyone's wondering), corruption kink, nicknames (little one, babygirl, etc.), lots of making out, size kink, my fav sex position written (read to find out hehe), spanking, degradation, daddy kink, dacryphilia kink.

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Warning : Smut Under Cut!!!

If you knew you were going to meet your father's best friend at this big business party, you would probably have worn a much sexier dress. But oh well you didn't. Your eyes followed Yuta as you stood next to your dad where he spoke to other high official people. You didn't give a shit about what they were talking about, and you paid zero attention to your surroundings as your mind drifted off to places looking at the older man.

He walked over to you after having caught your dirty look on him, Yuta would lie if he said he didn't want to bend you over and fuck his best friend's daughter mercilessly. Yuta would always catch you giving him those innocent looks, your eyes begging him to fuck you in front of everyone. It was safe to say that, Yuta's night always ended with a good hour in the shower jerking off at the thought of his best friend's daughter.

Your thighs rubbed together and your breath hitched when Yuta walked closer, standing just inches away from you as he spoke to your dad. Your eyes trailed down to his buff chest, and the way his black tuxedo was covering the beauty you wanted to reveal to your eyes. Your eyes travelled up to be met with his plump lips, and you gulped slowly when his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, his saliva getting chapped on his beautiful red lips.

You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts when your father turned in your direction,"Y/n I have to speak to other business officials, behave with Yuta while I'm gone." Your father walked away after receiving a firm nod from you, leaving you with Yuta and suddenly both of you were caught up in thick sexual tension.

Your eyes travelled back to his face only to find his dark eyes pinned on you. Your breath hitched when you felt his eyes scan your body or more like he was stripping you down from your clothes. Yuta had no regret while he eye-fucked you in front of everyone, he smirked when he noticed the way you sucked in a breath and clenched your thighs together.

You almost let out a scream when Yuta's hand pulls you across the room and to a dark corridor. Though you had questions about how he found the but you just brushed away your thoughts quickly. Yuta pushed you against the wall, his hand coming up to grip your chin, you shudder when you feel the way his fingertips graze over your skin.

"Now, little one, why don't we just get to the main topic." You inhaled sharply when his hands grasped your hips, pulling you against him, you could feel his bulge pressing against your abdomen making you gasp loudly. You quickly got over the shock and cupped his face with your hands, you smirked as you pulled him down for a rough kiss. Your lips pursed his, and his hands groped your ass through the velvet dress making you gasp into the kiss and giving him a chance to take the lead in the kiss.

Your lips moved in sync with each other as his tongue trapped yours, and soon his tongue explored every corner of your mouth. No one had ever kissed you so filthily making you crave for more. Your hands grasped his shoulders and your back leaned backwards, hitting the wall as he continued to devour your mouth.

You slowly broke apart after a few seconds to catch a breath, Yuta's fingers grazed over your jaw line, "We shouldn't be doing this, sweetheart." Hearing his sentence you whined loudly making his eyes narrowing at your pathetic state. "B-But you just started it. Now I'm all soaking wet for you." His eyes darken at your sentence as he smirks at you before pulling apart from your figure. "I never leave anything unfinished, princess." Saying that Yuta walked away with a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he left you there all hot and bothered.

You quickly fix your hair and dress before walking back to the room to find Yuta having his wine as he spoke to your father. You rolled your eyes as you took a seat on the nearest chair. Your eyes followed Yuta the whole time and Yuta could make out you were damn angry.

You were currently pressed against the door of your dad's home office, your hands pinned above your head, your back arching into the door as Yuta buried his head in the crook of your neck. His lips left dark trails of hickeys as his tongue licked your bruised part, his hands slowly ripped every piece of clothing on your body. Who knew Yuta's day would turn out to be like this when he was asked to get some documents from his house by your father?

You squirmed in his hold and your thighs rubbed against each other for friction as your hands gripped onto his hair. You gasped loudly when you felt him rip away your panties harshly and his fingers dove into your heat, rubbing circles over your wet pussy. You moaned when you felt one of his fingers slip past your hole, quickly penetrating into you. Yuta smirked against your neck and trailed his kisses down to your abdomen.

You gasped when you felt his plumpy lips suck on your clit, his hand gripped your hips and his tongue licked over your clit. You moaned desperately, letting out a pathetic 'm-more'. Yuta instantly threw your right leg over his shoulder and two more of his fingers slipped into your wet hole. His tongue licked on your pussy feverishly causing him to look like he was starving for days.

His fingers started to thrust at a fast pace making you close your eyes shut as you cried out in pleasure. Tears filled your eyes when you felt his fingers brush over your G-spot causing you to let out a loud phonographic moan. Your hips shudder against his hold while your pussy bursts around his fingers, coating his long slender finger with your cum.

Pulling out his finger, Yuta's lips latched on to his fingers as he licked them clean. He gave you a smirk before rising to his feet, "Told you baby girl, I don't leave things unfinished." Your hair was a complete mess and your eyes had turned hazy when you pulled him down for a rough and passionate kiss. His hands pulled up your legs as you wrapped them around his waist as he took you towards your dad's desk.

Placing you on the desk, his hands tangle themselves with your hair while you slowly unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it away. Your hands made their way to his belt, unbuckling it in a clumsy way. Helping you, Yuta quickly got out of his pants and boxers and threw them on the pile of clothes in the corner, not yet breaking the kiss. Your tongues danced with each other, devouring each other's mouths. You moaned softly when you felt his tip tease at your entrance as you pulled away.

But to your utter shock, Yuta pulled away from your lips making you whine as you pray he's not leaving. You almost shriek when Yuta pulls you onto your feet and turns you around harshly. And before you knew it, you were forced to bend over, and your face was currently pressed against the wooden table as his hand held your neck firmly.

"I'm going to fucking ruin this pussy. Just like how I wanted to." Wetness seeped out of your cunt at his words as you whimpered pushing your ass back into his hips. Yuta's hand comes down to harshly strike against your ass causing you to moan loudly. "Such a slut. You like that don't you?" Hearing just a loud moan from your side, Yuta furrowed his eyebrows as his hands came down to strike at the flesh of your ass again.

"Fucking Answer me." "Y-Yes Daddy." Yuta's hands caressed your red asscheeks before his hand strikes your ass again causing you to moan out loudly. Tears welled up in your eyes and you let out a gasp when you felt him push his length inside you, stretching you completely. You cried out from the burning sensation, "D-Daddy, Too big." Yuta smirked at your words before pulling out a slamming his whole cock back into you causing you jerk forwards.

Tears streamed down your face as your hands held on to the edges of the table, "Well you fucking fit perfectly around my cock princess. Such a tight hole for me." Your moans got louder as he soon rammed his cock into you, his hands momentarily coming down to smack your ass. "Such a fucking filthy slut. Sprawled out for me like my fucking fuck toy."

His hand gripped your left thigh harshly before pulling your leg back a little, giving himself more access to your pussy. His cock hit deep corners in you, he angled his cock to penetrate harshly at your sweet spot. Your moans turned into screams as tears soaked the hard wood of the table. And before you knew it, you were cumming undone around his thick long cock.

Yuta cursed loudly as he fastened his pace, his dick ramming into your cock at an animalistic pace. Yuta suddenly pulled out, and his hand wrapped around his twitching cock as he jerked himself. You gasped when you felt ropes of cum sputtering onto your sweaty back. Your thighs rubbed at each other as you soon came untouched due to the heat of the situation. Your juices seeped out of your used cunt and flowed down your thighs as you raised yourself.

Yuta gave your ass one last spank before pulling you outside of the room. Well now who's going to explain to your dad why it took so long for Yuta to get the documents?

This is like my personal fav now!! Damn I loved writing this man.

[saturnznct]

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[bunxxy]

[5:55pm]

(thanks for 55 followers! Here’s an awful gift. Muah - love bunny)

“I cannot believe you did this to me!” You sob, wiping your tears with the palms of your hands.

You shake your head, not wanting to believe what you just saw. Your heart races- you feel like you’re going to pass out. Yuta takes a step towards you, reaching out his hand but you step away.

“Y/N…” his voice wavers. He takes another step towards you until your back is pressed against the wall. You hide your face in your hands, refusing to let Yuta see you in this state.

“L-leave me alone” you quietly say, feeling his body loom over yours. He snakes his warm hands around your waist, against your refusal, and rests his chin on your head. You hide your face on his chest, ruining his ugly Christmas sweater with your running eyeliner. Yuta sighs, turning his head to view the living room you both are in decorated with Christmas lights and corny Santa heads.

“You’re so dramatic…”

You sniffle and rub your face on his chest to clean your face. Yuta scowls and pulls away from you. His sweater is completely ruined and his soaked from your tears and hopefully not your snot. He glares at you, making you whine with a sheepish smile.

“It’s not my fault you bought me a whole brand new pc set!” You whine, holding onto his sweater. He chuckles and kisses your forehead.

“Like I said: dramatic”

[thru-the-grapevine]

[11:21 PM] “It’s late,” Yuta mumbled against your mouth.

You pulled him in close again, shutting him up with another long kiss. You knew it was getting late; the sun had already set when Yuta had arrived at your apartment, and you’d made it through about four episodes of your favorite show by now. But this was the first time you'd finally worked up the courage to kiss him, and you didn’t want it to end yet.

Yuta’s mouth curled into a smile against yours as he pulled back just enough to speak again. “I probably need to go.”

“No, not yet,” you objected, curling your fingers tighter in his collar. “Please?”

He laughed. “Another five minutes, then.”

“Good,” you murmured, leaning back in and kissing him without any resistance on his end. Yuta was rather good at this, and you thought that maybe, just maybe, you could do this for the next hour without getting tired.

By the time you broke apart again, you were both breathless, lips swollen. You gazed at his lips, deciding this swollen color was really pretty. God, it made you want to kiss him more.

You decided to head off any protests by nipping in first.

“Please,” you said, pouting a little. “I know I’ve kissed you, like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

Yuta groaned, resting his forehead against yours. “You’re kind of dangerous, you know that?”

“Me? Dangerous?” You smiled, biting your lip. “That doesn’t sound right.”

“Flirt,” Yuta muttered darkly before leaning in and kissing you again, gently pressing you to lay back on the couch.

Maybe not just one hour, you decided. You could go for hours and hours, kissing Nakamoto Yuta like this.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[1:29 pm]

(cw: f!reader, child on a leash)

"Ok look at me," dad!Yuta guides the chubby face in front of him so their eyes are locked, "are you going to run away from daddy outside?"

"Yes," the little voice replies with a nod.

You stifle a laugh as Yuta sighs in frustration, "No, no running away outside."

Your son cocks his head to the side, "from mommy?"

"No running away from mommy or daddy," you reply, crouching down to his eye level.

"But I want to play," your son pouts. His eyes fill with sadness as he turns his gaze to the floor.

"Bub, it's not always safe to play outside. That's why you have to stay close, we want you to be safe, okay?"

The pout intensifies but he nods nonetheless. You finally make your way into the store. You needed some household essentials, your son needed more clothes, and you needed some groceries too. Yuta held your son's hand as you walked through the automatic doors and reached for a cart.

You honestly should have expected it, the colorful displays at the entrance were almost enough to get your attention fully, your son saw the bright colors and bin filled with stuffed animals and shot off. His hand slipped out of Yuta's and went straight for the stuffed bears.

"Bub, we told you not to do that. Come back," Yuta told him softly but firmly. You placed your purse into the cart and rummaged around until you found what you were looking for. The harness, the leash for your son that looked like a monkey.

His eyes caught it and widened, "No, mommy. Please, no."

You strapped it onto him, "Baby, you didn't listen to mommy or daddy. Next time, you're going in the cart and you won't be able to walk. Do you understand?"

He pouted, sad eyes fixed on the floor, "Fine."

You all walked throughout the store, your son trotting off everyone in a while only to be gently tugged back by Yuta. He did fine for the most part and you even considered letting him walk alone, until you passed the toy aisle.

You heard him begging Yuta to let him “just look, no touching. I promise.” Yuta had thankfully said no, you knew your son could spend hours just looking in these aisles if you let him. 

Your son had complied and went walking behind the both of you as you walked by, his little feet dragging, and lips pouted in the hopes that you both might change your mind. Or even just one of you. 

You had almost made it completely through this section when the store had unfortunately placed some of your son’s favorite toys toward the very end. You heard an excited squeal and turned to see your son just inches away from reaching one of the toys and your husband pulling on the handle of the harness. 

You rolled your eyes playfully, moving your purse and the few items you had placed in the seat and grabbed your son to place him in the front seat of the cart. He squirmed and wiggled as much as he could, moving his legs to prevent you from seating him. 

“Mommy! Mommy, just want to look! Please!” He pleaded, softening his gaze since he already knew the puppy dog eyes would sometimes work on you.

You successfully sat him in and connected the seat belt, “You promised me, baby. You didn’t listen, didn’t I tell you this would happen?”

He nodded sadly, giving in and resting his chin atop his hands on the handle of the shopping cart with a soft, little sigh. You could feel yourself giving in, wanting to let him down and just hold his hand as he looked at the toys. He couldn’t help it that he got his dad’s hyperactive genes. It wasn’t his fault.

“Nope! Let’s move!” Yuta interrupted your thoughts, grabbing the cart and moving you all toward the grocery section. “I know your brain works, honey, it wasn’t a good idea,” he told you with a pointed look.

You crossed your arms, “I wasn’t thinking anything.”

“Sure, honey. Here Bub, you hold the eggs and be very gentle, ok?” Yuta replied while shooting you a look from his peripheral and placing the carton of eggs on your son’s lap.

You son nodded excitedly, “gentle,” he repeated. He places a hand in front of and on top of the carton while looking down at it in wonder.

Yuta turns to you, whispering, “Why can’t he be like this all the time? I don’t like walking around with a leash kid, people judge us. I can feel their eyes on us, but he doesn’t listen!”

“I think when they see him running around they understand. Do we have everything we need?” You ask while looking over your list and double checking the cart.

Yuta huffs, pausing to think, “I want something sweet. Let’s go look at the bakery.”

He and your son start moving toward the bakery while your son excitedly chants, “cake!” over and over again. 

Maybe they both needed the monkey harnesses.

-

a/n: I have no idea what this is🧍🏻‍♀️(fratboy!Jaehyun tomorrow)

[hwaflms]

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚! ⭒ bf!yuta x reader 𖦹  𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘! ⭒ fluff 𖦹  𝗪𝗖! ⭒ 0.861k 𖦹 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦! ⭒ none! 𖦹  𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦! ⭒ just a short drabble bc i rly enjoy writing these days <3

[ ☆ 4:37 p.m ] sunlight bleeds through the half-drawn curtains of yours and bf!yuta's shared apartment. the sky is clear, birds are singing and yuta even hums along to some tune playing in his head. you can hear the kids from the apartment below splashing away in the pool, squeals and giggles echoing against the walls. all of these features point to the perfect day to spend outdoors.

which is exactly what you wanted to be doing. deciding earlier in the day that you would go for a walk at around 4:30 p.m, when the time came around, yuta had already put his outside shoes on, water bottle in hand. you would have joined him had it not been for this terrible headache of yours.

you had spent the last half an hour on the couch trying to fight your headache while yuta napped in your bedroom. you had turned over in every position, flipped your cushion over a number of times, even tried blocking out all the sounds from outside with your eyes closed, but to no avail. you had taken a pill for it earlier, but this one was persistent, the dull thud throbbing away inside your head while you lay there trying to numb the pain.

"aww", yuta cooes, finally noticing that you hadn't moved from the couch. "what happened, angel?"

sensing your discomfort, he plops down on the couch in the space between the arm rest and your feet, placing a hand on your calf. "head hurts...", you mumble into the material of the couch, bring a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. yuta makes another sympathetic sound and begins asking you a couple standard questions, such as ‘did you take something for it?’ and ‘have you drank enough water today?’, replying ‘yes’ to all of them.

if this was a regular headache, the pill you took should’ve kicked in by now, but still you lay on the couch, feeling lethargic as ever. looking at the leaves blowing outside with the faint breeze through the window, you try to sit up out of slight guilt but end up feeling groggy and soon, yuta’s gentle but firm arms are helping you lie back down.

“i don’t think i have the energy to go for a walk, babe”, you mumble into the pillow, feeling flushed and sticky all of a sudden. he brings his hand up to your forehead to try and check your temperature, biting his lip in concentration. “i can’t tell if you’re burning up or if my hand is just warm…”, he mutters more to himself than you, but he soon starts talking his shoes off, so it’s pretty much decided that neither of you are leaving the house today. “i may be getting a cold.”

yuta excuses himself to the bedroom for a couple minutes and returns with a damp hand towel and a blanket, lifting your head up ever so gently to seat himself, like you’re made of porcelain. the action makes you giggle weakly but you push yourself up anyway, making space for your boyfriend who softly coaxes your head on to his lap.

his hand immediately finds itself smoothing out your hair, fingers carding through it while you hum appreciatively. this new position is ten times more comfortable than your previous one, head resting easy on yuta’s thighs while he delicately massages your scalp, applying the right amount of pressure. “thank you…”, your voice is a little muffled due to your cheek being squished against his leg, but he recognises the tiredness behind it and the way your eyes droop a little.

yuta adjusts himself so he can reach over to grab the blanket on the coffee table and rest his back against the sofa better, but your eyes are closed and the movement makes you think he’s trying to get up, eyes shooting open immediately. “shh…”, his hands fly back to your hair, leaning down to pepper your face with kisses– your nose, cheeks, eyelids and temple are all victims of the attack. “i’m not going anywhere, baby, relax…”

“mm, don’t want you to catch my cold, if i have one”, you argue feebly, but make no move to get up from his lap, to which yuta replies, “we can be sick together, it’s okay.” remembering the damp towel, yuta folds it one, two, three times before brushing the stray hairs off your forehead and placing it on the warming surface, instantly feeling a sense of relief from the cool material. he smiles softly when he hears you sigh contently, snuggling yourself into him even more when his fingers return to your scalp.

“i’m gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that”, you warn him slightly incoherently, but you know he understands you because he chuckles a little, dragging his knuckles across the expanse of your cheek endearingly. “that’s the idea, babe. i’ll carry you to bed later, don’t worry.”

and that’s how your afternoon goes, wrapped up in a warm blanket while the throbbing in your head minimises little by little, yuta’s soft hands playing with your hair absentmindedly as your eyes become droopier.

[doiefy]

nct 127 as cursed college profs

very partially based on stupid shit i've had the pleasure and misfortune of seeing in my own classes. happy finals season girlies </3 i rise from my casket of inactivity to bring you the shit post i wrote on the subway on the way to an exam. whose class do you think you'd survive?

cw: cynical college humour because i'm coping, adult humour

taeil: not even that old, but barely knows how to use technology. spends the first 15 minutes of lectures trying to figure out zoom, then the rest of the time poorly explaining quantum mechanics from a textbook written 20 years ago. trips down the stairs two days into the semester and goes on medical leave, only to be spotted on vacation a week later. no one even gives him shit for it.

johnny: originally the cool, chill prof who occasionally went out for drinks with his classes, until he realized he was cool and tried to get even more hip with the kids. now he uses bad memes in his slides and films tiktoks in his lab. the number of students who ask to get drinks with him significantly boosts his ego, but no one tells him they’re doing it just to cross “drinking with a prof” off the frosh bingo card.

taeyong: the sweetest, loveliest, kindest soul you will ever meet—except he’s only taught twice in his life, just got put in as a replacement for a prof who tripped down the stairs, and gives you the most god-awful final exam known to man. he’s also stressed out (on your behalf) at any given moment, to the point where he just passes everyone with an 80 and calls it a day.

yuta: the hip, fashionable prof who only serves looks and random commentaries on society in the middle of his lectures. undergrads fight to the death to join his research group, but the ones who make it eventually realize he spends most of his time partying with the department’s money. yet still, groundbreaking work comes out of his lab every year…

doyoung: retired from research a few years ago to teach full time, but not a single person knows why. he may offer the clearest, live-saving explanations in his lectures—but he constantly looks like he wants to go home and will decimate your entire existence with a single look if you ask anything about the syllabus two weeks into the semester.

jaehyun: the hot single prof. every single freshman girlie has a sickening, concerning, fanfic-esque crush on him. some go as far as nearly failing his class and then booking office hours with him before finals, only to find out that he’s been using Doyoung’s teaching material for years, without credit. he is very much horrendous at teaching on his own. and very much gay.

jungwoo: wanted to go into early childhood education, somehow got coerced into doing his masters, then his phd, then post doc, then— still fulfills his dreams by treating his students like kindergarteners. this includes gentle parenting of frat boys who won’t shut the fuck up during class, handing out healthy vegan treats, and encouraging “mindful moments” while you write the hardest exam he has ever administered.

mark: refuses to teach because he doesn’t think any of the kids will take him seriously, is forced to anyways by the department. as a prodigy so fucking removed from what it’s like to be stupid, he ends all his quantum lectures with “this is pretty straightforward,” and books it back to his lab on an electric skateboard. yes he built it himself. no he won't let you try and ride it.

haechan: shares an office with mark and spends most of his free time figuring out which organic compounds he can mix together to perfectly recreate the texture and smell of cum. if he doesn’t show up to class, it’s because he’s terrorizing pigeons on the street for science. shows gruesome videos of explosions and chemical fires for a chemical safety lecture. has had the fire alarm pulled on him at least twice.

[yeoosaangg]

៹ 엔씨티 일리칠

✎… OT8

01. NOTHING YET

✎… LEE TAEYONG

01. SLOW DOWN ── SMUT

✎… SEO JOHNNY

01. ADVANTAGE ── SMUT

✎… NAKAMOTO YUTA

01. NO FRIENDSHIP ── SMUT

✎… KIM DOYOUNG

01. DIE FOR YOU ── SMUT

✎… JEONG JAEHYUN

01. HALF OF MY HEART ── SMUT

✎… KIM JUNGWOO

01. IF I ── FLUFF, SMUT

✎… LEE MARK

01. LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO ── SMUT

✎… LEE HAECHAN

01. EVERYDAY ── SMUT

[yoonmeowzz]

[09:26]

nakamoto yuta loves to take care of you when you’re sick. of course he loves when you’re super energetic and bubbly, but he can’t help finding you really cute when you’re sleepy and cuddly because of the low fever you have.

you were supposed to go on a date today. just hanging out in the park and walking aimlessly around the city. however, last night you started to feel your throat a bit sore. and today you couldn’t swallow without feeling a sting on your throat and your head hurt a lot, well, not that much since yuta had given you some painkillers.

after receiving a message from you telling him that you were sick and couldn’t go out today, he ran to your apartment to keep you company and take care of you. at first, he was so worried and sad seeing you in bed with heavy eyelids and a frown on your lips. but just in an hour he made you feel so so much better.

yuta sat down on the edge of the bed and stroke your hair ever so softly, as if that could take away the pain you were feeling —and it kinda did—. “i’m gonna make something quick for breakfast so you can take your medicine, okay?” you hummed in response, cutely growling when yuta removed his hand from your hair to go to the kitchen.

a couple of minutes after, he came back with a cup of warm tea with honey and a bowl of soup. he gave you the bowl and put the cup on the dresser next to the bed. once you have finished both the soup and the tea, yuta lied down next to you, covering himself with the duvet you were using, and hugged you tightly while caressing your back. “i’m sorry, yuta, i really wanted to go out today” you said pouting your lips. he just kissed your forehead and smiled at you, admiring your tired eyes and slightly blushed cheeks “you don’t have to be sorry, darling. we can have a date another time” his voice was so comforting, whispering so he wouldn’t make your head ache even more “plus, as long as i’m next to you i don’t care what we’re doing”.

“i’m so lucky to have you.” you said closing your eyes and snuggling closer to his chest “i love you, baby” he smiled brightly before closing his eyes as well, waiting for sleep to take over him “i love you too, y/n”

[multifandom-re-write-01]

A/N: This was from my previous re-write blog; I found it lowkey kinda cute so wanted to post it here again before I delete the other re-write blog lol

[9:10pm]

Baby fever. Nari swore she was feeling baby fever as soon as 127 met their small fan, Mali (technically, he was Mark's fan, and 127 was Mali's fan, but specifics didn't matter).

Nair smiled and cooed along with the others, laughing and cheering at whatever Mali shyly mentioned to them or showed. She could tell everyone was smitten with this young boy - including herself.

"Do you want to be an NCT member?" Nari heard one of the members ask Mali. The boy nodded in reply.

"No, no, no," Haechan and Yuta denied. "It's dangerous."

It's dangerous...

Nari felt her heart break at the members' words, spotting the hidden worry and fear in their expressions at the thought of Mali becoming a member - or an idol in general.

She pursed her lips at the sight. She knew what they were thinking of; they were thinking of what she and other members went through from pre-debut until now...

The pressure she received from the staff to become the best of the best, the expectations they had on her because her parents were well-known business people, the hate from the public thinking they were going to flop, haters, sasaeng incidents, the mistreatment she and others would get from the few staff - she understood why the members said no to Mali becoming a member.

While most of them were distracted by hanging out with their young fan, Nari stood in between Haechan and Yuta, looping her arms through each of theirs while pressing a chaste kiss on their bicep. They didn't need any verbal words from her. They knew what Nari was trying to express.

After their fans left, Nari turned to the two again. "You okay?" she asked them.

"Yeah, we're okay," Haechan smiled small, giving her a side hug while Yuta clasped his hands in hers.

"It's just a bit sad how most of our fans don't understand how serious and hard it is to be an idol, the dangers you can get into," Yuta added, squeezing her hands lightly.

"I'm okay, guys. We're okay," she assured them, outing their hidden worry. "I'm going to be fine, you know why? Because I have you all with me, and I'm not going to shut you all out like I did before, I'll be open about my struggles."

"I know, and we're glad," Yuta grinned, leaning down to press a light kiss to her forehead. "Still, you're my best friend, I'm gonna worry about you. Just like how everyone is going to worry about one another."

"Yeah, of course, I'm going to worry over my Noona!" Haechan whined, trapping her in his hold so he could nuzzle his head on top of hers with a pout. Nari laughed at the slightly ticklish feeling from the nuzzle, instinctively shying away from it to no avail. Haechan tightened his arms around her so he could kiss the top of her head happily. Only then, did he let go of her.

"Understandable," she nodded, beaming at the two proudly. "I can't believe how mature the two of you became. And it was so cute to see you worry and care about Mali, that adorable boy."

"Is this what I think I'm hearing?" Haechan gasped dramatically. Before Nari could utter her confusion, the 127 maknae turned to Taeyong. "Hyung! Noona wants a baby!"

"Lee Donghyuck!" Nari yelped, red flushing through her face at her hidden desire.

Taeyong choked on the water he was drinking from across the room.

[3raaaachachacha]

11:02 pm

Lee Mark x female reader / 443 words / fluff / suggestive

Warnings: mentions of nudity, making out, oral female receiving, mentions of alcohol

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

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Mark and you weren’t one to let things get this heated since everything was still quite new for you, yet today, after a few drinks, time seemed to cave in and suddenly, his body was very close to yours. His breath was like an intoxicating drug on your neck that sent shivers down your spine. His body was so close to yours, yet not close enough as his hands caressed your sides before spinning you around and pushing you against the wall. One of his hands was placed firmly on your waist and the other was holding him up against the wall. His eyes glistened with neediness as his Adam’s apple moved while gulping.

You felt intoxicated by his scent like you couldn’t breathe as you searched for his eyes. Once serious now a smirk, plastered across his face as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip.

“You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now,” He whispered in your ear as the hand on your waist squeezed slightly.

Mark pulled you to the bed as he carefully slid your dress straps down your arms so that he could have more access to your skin. You shivered at the sensation of his hands traveling down your spine to unclasp your bra. He slid it off with ease and for the first time, you are left exposed and vulnerable in front of him.

“You’re okay with this right?” He asked with a hint of concern once he noticed your change of demeanor.

You hummed while gazing up at him, “Yes, I'm okay, this is okay,” You spoke softly, feeling your cheeks heat up from the alcohol flowing through your veins.

Mark couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at your cute state before he dipped his head down to kiss the curve of your breasts. You moaned out in content as his tongue flicked over your sensitive nipple. Your eyes shutting automatically at the feeling of his tongue working its magic.

It definitely felt weird, but a good kind of weird. You were usually reserved and shy, but Mark made you feel like you could be yourself without having to change. You moved your hand to grip his blonde locks once you felt him sucking harshly on your flesh in several parts of your chest.

“You look like a work of art baby,” He chuckled against your skin as you couldn’t help but giggle softly from his comment, shying away from his eyes. Mark took a hold of your hands as he placed himself on top of you, "Relax for me baby, just let me do all the work tonight."

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- Admin 🌶️

[headintheclouds-posts]

You let out a long sigh as your body hits the mattress. ‘Long day?’ your boyfriend Yuta questions as your turn on your side to look at him. ‘The longest’ you respond snuggling into your pillow. ‘Well at least it’s over’ he smiles and rubs your shoulder reassuringly, ‘yeah well at least until tomorrow’ you pout causing your boyfriend to giggle. ‘I don’t want to waste my evening, part of me is saying I should get up and do something, but the other half is telling me to stay in bed’ you say shrugging your shoulders. ‘Why don’t you do both?’ Yuta says causing you to tilt your head in confusion. ‘What do you mean?’ You ask. ‘Well why don’t you stay in bed and do something’ he smirks pulling a face you know oh too well. With that the light is dimmed and he gives you exactly what you want.

[softsan]

[8:55 AM] - You stood waiting at the bus stop, your school books and rucksack hugged against your chest.

“Are you up for a ride?” Badboy!Yuta challenged, his infuriating smirk residing across his lips.

“You don’t think I’m willing to get on, do you?” You stabbed, your teeth gridding.

Badboy!Yuta revered the engine of his motorcycle, shrugging. Honestly, Badboy!Yuta had no idea if you’d actually accept his offer of giving you a ride to school. Frankly, he was satisfied with just teasing you.

There was something about your demeanour, your personality that stood out to Badboy!Yuta. You intrigued him like no other, and he appreciated nothing more than the constant back and forth the both of you took part in when the other was near.

“I guess you could just wait for the bus. It shouldn’t be too long. Another fifteen? Twenty minutes?”

You bit your lip, flipping your phone screen to check the time. You had your first class in about five.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Badboy!Yuta retracted his kickstand and pulled down his helmet’s vizor.

“Wait!”

Badboy!Yuta grinned to himself.

You looped a leg around the bike, balancing your books and rucksack with one arm. With your free hand, you hesitantly grasped onto Badboy!Yuta's leather jacket.

“Make sure you hold on tight,” Badboy!Yuta said seriously, readjusting your hand so your forearm wrapped around his waist instead.

“You won’t go too fast, right?” He overheard you mumble.

“I’ll take it slow for you.” Badboy!Yuta promised.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[1:24 am]

(cw: reader and Yuta have both consumed alcohol, mentions of alcohol and weed, steamy scene while under the influence, i said fuck and dick)

You were a blur of white in front of Mark’s hazy eyesight, why did he feel like he had to do something about you? He wasn’t in charge of getting you to the party, he knew that. And there was no way any of the guys would let you go home in your drunk state, so it couldn’t be that. Plus, you always spent the night with Frat boy!Yuta anyway. Hmmm, it had something to do with Yuta too but Mark couldn’t be bothered to remember as his song came on and he ran to the dance floor, abandoning the smoking circle.

From the other end of the room Haechan catches sight of you and Yuta heading upstairs just as he throws his head back for a shot, he couldn’t even remember how many he had at that point, but he did have a sneaking feeling he had to do something with Yuta. Whatever, someone had just suggested beer pong and Haechan never lost at beer pong. Yuta could wait. 

You sighed dreamily, head pressed into the plush pillows on Yuta’s bed paired with the searing kisses he was pressing down your throat, “Nu Chi throws the best parties.”

“We’re about to fuck and you’re thinking about the party? I literally have my hands inches away from your underwear right now,” Yuta deadpanned, albeit his words were slightly slurred.

“You’re not just about to fuck me, you know I like to kiss a little,” you smiled, tangling your fingers in the hairs at the nape of his neck before you finally yanked him toward you and pressed your mouth to his own.

From downstairs Johnny had just gotten a feeling in the pit of his stomach that his stupid, very, very stupid, younger frat brothers were doing something they weren’t supposed to. He caught Taeyong’s eye and he knew they had both gotten the same feeling.

Johnny had managed to carry Haechan off the beer pong table and wrangle him outside so the fresh air and the cold bottle of water in his hand could sober him up, while Taeyong was dragging Mark, who was fighting very hard to go back because “Man, they never play my boy Drake at these parties. Please, bro?” Which was a total lie, Drake was played at every party.

The two youngsters were sat in the grass avoiding the gaze of their president and vice president. “You guys were supposed to keep an eye on them! You know how they get,” Taeyong started.

“Now we have to search the whole house to make sure they haven’t advanced to fucking like rabbits!” Johnny pinched the bridge of his nose, “We made it easy and assigned one of them to each of you. God, we made sure they didn’t interact for the whole party, your only jobs were to make sure they never left anywhere together.”

Haechan slurred angrily, “Maybe you should have been in charge if it’s such a problem then.”

“Stop talking before you make him more mad, let’s get inside and find them before they do something they regret,” Taeyong instructed.

While they searched the house from bottom to top, separating random couples attached at the mouth, pounded on bathroom doors, and even looked under tables-yes, they had caught you and Yuta making out there once- you two were busy upstairs. It was an unfortunate habit that happened anytime with you or Yuta had a single drop of alcohol. You two would sneak away if you had the decency and make out as if no one would ever find you. They all thought it was funny at first seeing you two practically swallowing each other in a karaoke bar after some beers, but after years it became an issue of losing the two of you and having to apologize to police officers on more than one occasion. Taeyong and Johnny had known you both the longest and knew what could happen so they started interfering when they could, assigning you babysitter spies in the form of younger frat brothers. Which usually didn’t work out, like tonight, with the presence of alcohol and weed as a temptation at the end of a long school week.

You were both shirtless now, you were sat on his lap, hands tangled in his hair while his fingers were quickly working at the button on your jeans. You were trying so hard to not grind down on him to make it easier for him to get your pants off while you were otherwise occupied. 

You both pulled away to breathe just as the button had become unclasped, “finally.”

You smiled excitedly, rolling over to pull your pants down your legs, pausing when the rush of alcohol made you feel dizzy. When you felt steady again you laid back down on the bed, allowing Yuta to hover over you while his fingers lightly teased at the band of your underwear, “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this baby.” This would be the first time your drunken make out sessions advanced past just making out, Yuta was a ball of nervous excitement with a hint of arousal.

You smiled, pressing feather light kisses against his bare shoulder, “You expect me to believe that the hottest frat boy of Nu Chi doesn’t have someone to keep his bed warm every other night?”

Yuta stopped his movements, “No, you’re it for me. There is no one else for me in out school, in our city, country, or even the whole world. It’s just you, baby.”

You were lost in the intensity of his gaze as the door flung open to reveal an out of breath Johnny and wide-eyed Taeyong. “God, every fucking time! Why didn’t we check here first?” Johnny wondered aloud, grabbing the clothes off the floor.

Taeyong handed you both water, while Johnny pulled your respective shirts over your heads. “You guys know you aren’t allowed to sneak off together. Brother’s rooms are off limits to those not in the frat before the party is over,” Taeyong paused eyeing you, “and you both aren’t aloud to wander off and risk a charge of public indecency. We don’t want you to end up doing something either of you regret.”

“I’d never regret Yuta,” you hummed, snuggling into the pillows and letting your sudden exhaustion pull you to sleep.

“Because you never remember the next day,” Johnny mumbled under his breath before turning his attention to Yuta, “Bro, why do you always do this? The next day you’re the only one who remembers confessing your love or kissing or whatever you do when you sneak away and then you get hurt. You do this every time, and every time we tell you to confess when you’re both sober and you never do. You practically had your dick out this time bro, c’mon just confess!”

“I get scared,” Yuta replies, uncharacteristically shy. His gaze was locked on your form knocked out on his bed. He liked you- hell he might even love you. He loved being with you, having you in his bed, kissing you, even the nights that you forgot he found himself loving, little stolen moments in time just for him to remember. 

“Dude it’s your best friend! You both end up making out and ending the night in the same bed every single time you drink, you’re telling me you don’t think the feelings are mutual? For having made the Dean’s list the last two years, you are pretty fucking dumb,” Johnny chuckled.

“I’ll confess tomorrow,” Yuta sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

Taeyong smiles as they leave the room, “We’ll hold you to it.”

Now, where did they leave Mark and Haechan?

a/n: i actually love (????) how this one turned out!!!

[hwaflms]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ nct 127 as 1d songs!

‧₊˚ 💭 ✩彡 , , 0.69k, fluff + slight suggestive + slight angst, just lil snippets of you and 127 with one direction songs, not my usual writing style, TELL ME UR FAV 1D TRACKS

♡ taeil . . . last first kiss

rainy days, soft smiles and soft kisses, nicknames, casual dates, putting away groceries, taking photos of things to show each other later, promises, painting dates, secret handshakes, prolonged stares, drawing each other, approving photos to post, kisses on the top of your head, karaoke nights, trying street food together, song recommendations, deep questions, laughing over some soju, denial and hesitation, splashing each other with wet hands

♡ taeyong . . . little things

LONG showers, buying clothes for you, matching jewellery, folders in your galleries for each other, perfume, long talks over tea, words of affirmation, flowers, crying in front of each other, wine nights, slow dancing, sending you reminders to eat, falling asleep over call, learning ukulele together, staying-in days, holding hands 99.99999% of the time, corny jokes, bike rides, playing video games, cutting fruit for each other, naps while it's raining outside

♡ johnny . . . she's not afraid

secret movie dates, drive-thru mcdonald’s, tight dresses, tousled hair, long video calls, subtle lock screens, orange-scented soap, sneaking out at night, drunken confessions, the two of you together in the background of every photo, watching scary shows, kissing in the dark, running, texting while in the same room, lying in his arms, windy nights, knowing each others favourite songs, screenshots, hushed whispers, road trips, dancing in the kitchen

♡ yuta . . . perfect

parties at 1 am, hailing taxis, long sloppy kisses, tucking hair behind each others ears, red bull cans, blasting music in the car, ice cream runs, eye contact, skinny dipping, cheap hotels, playing pool, texting late at night, beach walks, wind blowing in your face, meeting in secret, italian restaurants, thin cigarettes, messy sheets and hair, windows all the way down, knowing smiles, wearing his shirt at home, soft gasps, motel pools, cherry lip balm, getting tattoos together, getting kicked out of parties

♡ doyoung . . . half a heart

soft sweaters, missed calls, buying his detergent, matching rings, soft wispy clouds, two different kinds of juices in your fridge, puddles, picnic dates, mixed up socks, never deleting photos, the first text after an argument, books with notes in them, walks by the river, watching a show together, conversations in the dark, spontaneous coffee meet-ups, naming plants, museum visits, drives in the rain, saving memes about each other, empty lockets

♡ jaehyun . . . no control

stargazing, drinking on rooftops, meeting at parties, red cups, pool nights, lipstick stains, the smell of his perfume, oversized clothing, driving fast when the roads are empty, voice messages, morning kisses, private playlists, tinted taxis, looking for each other in a room, holding your hair back, strong coffee, silk pillowcases, clothes on the floor, selfies on each others phones, muffled moans, drunk tattoos, pinching his cheeks

♡ jungwoo . . . 18

amusement park dates, walks at night, letters on beige paper, photo booth pictures, ugly keychains, playing on the seesaw when the playgrounds empty, passing notes, keeping said notes, bracelets, having each other as your lock screen, messy beds, lists of baby names, knowing each other's favourite songs, extra toothbrushes, shampoo bottles, yearbook cutouts, shoebox filled with letters and trinkets, holding pinkies, random texts throughout the day, talking to his mom on the phone, long calls

♡ mark . . . i want to write you a song

pure innocent love, cafe dates, warm hugs, board games and hot chocolate, writing songs for you, sharing clothes, pecks while smiling, cookie recipes, said cookies ending up burnt, karaoke nights, acoustic guitars, writing desks, cheek kisses, grocery shopping, badly taken polaroids, long walks, late night conversations, photo albums, beanies when it's cold, holding hands under the table, wearing his glasses, breakfast in bed, bouquets, scarfs, walks along the sand

♡ haechan . . . temporary fix

stolen glances, smokey rooms, making out in the back of a taxi, moonlight, hair flying in the wind, playing footsie under the table, jealousy, talking on the phone late at night, eyes meeting across the room, drunken kisses, sitting on his lap, lots of 'are you awake?' texts, vodka sours, mirrored lense sunglasses, dyeing each other's hair, locking doors, lips on your neck, avoiding questions, stupid contact names, waking up in his clothes, empty wine bottles, bright sunsets, 10+ tiktoks and memes every morning, voice notes of him singing

[yeosatinyngz]

FIFTEEN [RIZZ MASTER]

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A/N: I passed all my midterm exams, I kinda ate😝 So I gift to y’all a silly little chapter.

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