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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.

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[8:09 am]

You didn’t want to open your eyes, not quite ready to wake up. The house was so warm, the blankets soft, but you just didn’t want to be awake yet. You yawned stretching as you turned onto your back before rolling over to cuddle closer to Yuta.

You reach your arms out, embracing him, but something is off… since when is he so bony? And thin? And have no head? Your eyes snap open to find that you’re not cuddling your boyfriend’s waist, chest or head, it’s his legs!

Your eyes are wide with surprise sitting up to see how the hell this happened. Yuta is stretched out with his arms above his head, barely peeling his head out of the covers. His feet had been burrowed beneath his pillow, but it’s just so odd!

As you sit up suddenly, he rubs his eyes as he stirs. He blinks his eyes and catches sight of you. His brows furrow with confusion and concern, “how did you get down there?”

“Me? You moved!” You exclaim in a tired, sleepy voice.

“I don’t sleep that crazy. You must have moved in your sleep, baby,” Yuta shrugs off as he sits up and rubs his eyes.

“Yuta! Your feet are under your pillow. I’m at the headboard, so you’re the problem,” you point out.

His eyes move from his seated position to yours, back to his, and then back to yours. He hums, “that’s never happened before, weird.”

“No! It has. It happened 3 months ago and we had this exact conversation. Except last time you woke me up,” you state with a roll of your eyes.

Yuta crawls beneath the covers and wraps his arms around you. “You’re grumpy this morning, love,” he mumbles.

You huff with a pout, “I wanted to cuddle with my boyfriend and work up with his shins and feet in my face.”

“Well, let’s cuddle now! Now I’m on the right side of the bed, literally,” Yuta offers.

“No, now I need to brush my teeth and get some breakfast, cuddle yourself, crazy sleeper,” you tell him as you untangle yourself from the sheets.

You can hear Yuta calling after you, “hey! If I was a crazy sleeper, then you would have felt me moving! But you didn’t!”

[00127am]

delinquent! nakamoto yuta & afab! gyaru! reader about one sided enemies two sided crush, teenage love, yuta is a poser on the dl (everyone knows), he's ridiculously head over heels, lowercase intended warnings cig. smoking word count 2.1k words

AUGUST 6TH 93 degrees 📀 残機 by zutomayo

it's said that there are a few moments in life which become cemented in your mind forever without even a second thought put to them. these things are often trivial, meaningless and arbitrary--like laces on the sneakers which adorned your feet on a random tuesday afternoon or perhaps the smell of your bedroom one morning in late july. they, like most core memories, stick to the sides of your brain--unshakeable, unimportant, and above all else; unforgettable.

you suppose that, with your luck, it only makes sense for one of these moments to involve nakamoto yuta.

upperclassman nakamoto yuta who you cannot stand. not only because of his reputation (one which does not precede him in any sort of a respectable fashion) nor his attitude ("he tries too hard to be cool," you sniff, tapping the butt of your cigarette on the railing with a halfhearted flick of your wrist, "he'll never be hayato,"), nor the somewhat baffling fact that he holds the hearts of more than half the female student body (you refuse to believe that anyone could have such bad taste), nor that you can almost see the appeal if you squint--not that you would ever admit it--but rather because any and every time you manage to find a rare moment to yourself, he always finds a way to interject. and this time, separated and set apart from those previous, proves to be no different.

crouched beneath a first floor window, cigarette held between slim fingers and head ducked to hide the top of your hair, the last thing you're expecting to see in your peripheral is a pair of shoes. soccer cleats to get into the nitty gritty. a pair of faded, ugly, white (much more yellow than anything else) coated in a mix of turf and dirt (or at least you hope that's what it is) cleats. the only thing more surprising then the shoes themselves is the fact that they're barreling out of the window behind you. laces just half an inch from your eye lashes, spiked bottoms missing your thighs by just a margin. a movement so fast, so jarring, that it leaves your hands limp and your cigarette lost. a curse teetering on the edge of your tongue as you scramble back, head hitting the concrete of the wall with a dull thump--swear leaping from the edge only to be swallowed back by the bite of your tongue.

for without even looking to the face of their owner, you're able to make an educated guess in no more than two seconds. a reluctant, resigned, resistant reckoning that turns your stomach and hints at the beginning of a headache. one which perhaps could be attributed to the consequence of the wall but is more likely to to be due to him.

"are you kidding me?" you hiss in a low whisper, wagging an accusatory finger in front of his face accompanied only by a scowl as you tilt your head back--peering over the edge of the windowsill to try and catch a glimpse of just who exactly he was running from, "you almost killed me!"

the perpetrator in question teeters back on his heels, falling flat onto his back as he returns your seething visage with a dumbfounded stare--mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, fumbling for a response that's just out of reach. he has that look on his face that he always has when he runs into you. the one that makes him look like he's got the air knocked straight out of his lungs in one fell swoop. your friends (ever playing cupid) attribute it solely to lovesickness while you yourself find it to be akin much closer to plain and simple stupidity.

shaken from his stone-esque stupor, he sits up with a dramatic huff. brushing off the dust and dirt he acclaimed from his leap before slowly peeking through the above window. yuta waves you off dismissively, attention clearly elsewhere as he scans the hallway. despite his inattentiveness, and against all common sense, he's acutely aware of your presence.

shoulders back and posture straightened (as much as it can be when you're crouched on the ground looking utterly of fault). jaw angled in a way that accentuates the sharp structure of his face, showing you only his left side. the same left side your upperclassman prefers, insisting on some nonsense about how he's significantly more handsome from this view than on the opposing right (if you were asked which side was better, you would said neither. though if you truly had to pick, you suppose that they're both equally as aggravatingly attractive). a slender hand comes up to brush through his long, blonde hair as he cranes his head back slightly--swallowing as his tongue pushes at the inside of his cheek in a poorly formed habit he just hasn't been able to shake. yuta turns to you, all suave and handsome with an eyebrow raised and the hints of a charming smile twitching on the edges of his lips and--

you're not even looking.

the deflation of his stature is instantaneous, slouching as he turns to the wall, sliding down the concrete until he hits the grass with a quiet thump. brows knitted and countenance scrunched up as if he had just taken a bite of a lemon, his messy blonde hair falling before his eyes and sheltering away the tiniest hint of a pout tugging on his lower lip. one that you would tease him relentlessly about if you saw. though perhaps yuta prefers that alternative to this one. the one where is he exempt from all your scrutiny, every bit of your focus being dedicated to the much more daunting task of removing blades of grass from your legwarmers.

he huffs, clicking his tongue with a flick of his wrist. the edges of his words seared with a newfound dismissal that for all intents and purposes is meant to sound irritated yet manages to be anything but. "how was i supposed to know you were here,"

this in and of itself is true. upperclassman, poser delinquent, yuta nakamoto didn't know you were here. sure when he saw the open window and smelled a hint of your favorite brand he might have hoped it. but he didn't know. in fact, he'd attribute it more to fate. divine intervention. red string theory?

(all of which could maybe apply if not for the fact that the boy passed by seven open windows and five possible hiding spots before getting to his chosen one. one which he knows is your "secret" smoke spot and that the chances of you being there is greater then twenty-percent.)

you acknowledge his previous statement only to ignore it. choosing instead to lift your long forgotten cigarette, holding it in front of his eyes with the beginnings of a sneer forming on your puffy, lip-glossed-lined lips. the object of your acclaimed appraise has been damaged. well, more than damaged. punctured beyond repair, tobacco leaking out of the wounds in a manner which would have it medically declared as ex-sanguine (or would is be ex-bacco?). an undeniable pattern of gaping impalements that match up perfectly to the studded underside of his cleats. and by the looks of it, the judge, jury, and executioner are already set on his penance--after all, the evidence is undeniable.

as the prosecution rests, the defendant raises an unamused brow. dark eyes flickering to your own as he looks to you expectantly, pleading the fifth as he awaits his long-decided sentencing.

"this was my last one,"

ouch, last of a lineage. that's certainly not earning him any brownie points. he bites the inside of his cheek, tilting his head just a centimeter closer to his shoulder as he watches you with a faux expression of disinterest. "so?"

despite yourself, you laugh. or was that a scoff? yuta hopes it was a laugh. prays. that airy sound as pretty as a songbird, the one he lingers in the hallway outside your classroom to hear every once and a while (the same one that is usually interrupted when you spot him, groaning loudly about your stalker. he's not stalking, he swears. he just happens to end up in that same spot every morning!)

"so?" you echo incredulously, lips parted and eyes wide, "so you owe me one, nakamoto",

in the following three seconds after your statement, you seem to rethink your demands, tongue pressed against the back of your teeth and nose scrunched in concentration. it's in these same three seconds that yuta has decided to replay the sound of his name (lack of honorific aside) falling from your pretty lips over and over and over again until the word doesn't necessarily sound real--vowels too long and consonants too sharp. but he supposes it doesn't really matter as long as its in your voice.

"actually, you owe me more than one. a pack," you decide, narrowing your eyes as you prod repeatedly at his shoulder (if you noticed the way he practically leaned into it, you didn't show it), "penance for emotional damage and totally ruining my appearance,"

"as if. you look fine," he scoffs with a partnered roll of his eyes. liar. you look more than fine. in fact yuta can describe you in more than fifty adjectives. ten in other languages too if he really runs out. pretty, beautiful, jaw-dropping, gorgeous, cute--

"ugh," you scowl, dropping your gaze as you clench your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to will the oncoming flush to your face away (it doesn't work as half as well as you hope it does), "better than you, maybe. at least i don't insist on dressing like a wannabe yabuki hayato," the insult and swiftness of your quip does little to hide the fluster to your tone, something you're afraid he picks up as easily as you do.

if you stopped to think about it for more than a sheer half of a second, you would probably realize that you might be projecting. that poser, upperclassman yuta nakamoto does look like yabuki hayato. but probably not because he intends too. if you thought about it for that singular one second, you'd also realize that it's a little embarrassing to continually compare your nemesis to your well-known character crush.

"i don't take fashion advice from a gal," he shakes off your finger only for you to double your efforts as you lean forward. hands placed precariously close to his thighs, faces just a foot away. so close that if he really lost his mind, he could close the distance almost instantaneously.

and he might really lose his mind. because now one of your hands has made its dutiful journey upwards. hovering before long strands of faux blonde before reaching forward and giving a somewhat harsh (albeit earned) tug. your voice is low and playful as he winces, a lopsided grin forcing your eyes into crescents. "rich coming from someone who could pass as a gyarou,"

"as if," he smacks your hand away halfheartedly, a touch more teasing than anything else. his knuckles pressed against your palm, hesitating for a beat too long before it's covered up with the sudden sideways angle of his jaw--poorly portraying an imitation of irritation. one not sold very convincingly with the red tint to the full of his cheeks. "i'm more of the prince type,"

"prince?" your mouth hangs open in disbelief, blinking back at him like he's got screw loose (with you at this distance, he's sure he has lost more than one), "oh you're more delusional than i thought,"

and in classic yuta fashion, he denies you the privilege of a proper response, choosing instead to hear only what he wants too. he leans forward, raising a brow as his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek. the epitomical expression of cavalier cockiness.

"think of me often?"

most things associated with yuta nakamoto can be described simultaneously along with the boy himself. irritating, flashy, rip-your-hair-out obnoxious. a plethora of colorful vocabulary that you seem to have no shortage of.

and it's this vocabulary which manages to completely escape you as you stare down at your desk. the same desk adorned with a pack of candy cigarettes (complete with a messily tied bow, which does add up. you're fifty percent positive he doesn't know how to tie his shoes) and a shoddily ripped out piece of paper that sits gracefully next to it. a torn out scrap of a notebook that you're positive everyone in the room as read at least once (and your closet friends thrice).

note. i might have forgotten to post this yesterday, my bad. sometimes i just be writing stuff. this is one of those. does it have a plot? no! does it make sense? not really! is there any cohesive great writing? probably not. but is it my beloved yukkuri? yes!

🧾 © 00127am 2025

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[ ☆ 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.

[blue-jisungs]

save you

[ song inspo ! ] save you by yuta

[ author’s note ! ] fun fact!! originally i was inspired by the song... mamushi by meg n yuki chiba LMAO just uh, the line "we are stars" .. i was like,, hell yee, singer power couple yuta n yn! but then yutas solo came out n i uh,,,, yeah, it took a turn. also im really happy w this one hehe <3

[ summary ! ] you decided to prioritize your career. a selfish gesture to do, yuta thought. but in the end... was it?

[ extras ! ] idol!yuta, idol!yn; angst-y/hurt2comfort kinda ? some medical stuff but dont quote me on the accuracy, any med nerds feel free to hmu if something is not right!

[ word count ! ] 1831

“we need to talk” 

those words, oh those horrific words that yuta hoped would never come out of your mouth, struck him like a lighting. 

you were serious, not a single hinge of a positive sign on your face. 

your boyfriend stood still, frozen in time. astoundingly, his heart was racing like a mclaren on a highway. before the ringing in his ears got to his brain, he tried to gaslight himself into thinking it’s nothing serious. such simple words should not impact him that much. and yet… 

“did something happen?” he asked, reaching his hand out. you were standing in the doorway, hesitating to come in. 

“i just… i need you to listen to me” you started softly, fiddling with the strings of your hoodie. yuta knew you like the back of his own hand, he knew you’re nervous.

“i’m breaking up with you”

the whole world stopped, including his breath. eyes widening, lips parting and opening in a shocked motion. 

“what?” he breathed out shakily, brows furrowed. 

“it’s not you, yuta. it’s me. i… god, i’m such an asshole but you need to understand. you’re a singer too” you carefully picked your words, as if you practiced million times beforehand. “i need to focus on my career. and maybe it’s also… i have this feeling that i’m only shining because of your light. it’s eating me up alive”

“are you kidding me?” yuta blinked, mind resisting what you just said.

“i’m sorry, i know you’ll hate me. and there’s nothing wrong with you, i love and will love you. i just need to be alone” pearly tears balanced at the edge of your waterline, threatening to spill out, but you quickly wiped them. because of that you smeared a bit of your mascara. your voice was barely above a whisper from the beginning to the end. “you have the right to be furious, to be mad. i get it. so i’ll keep going. i just… i’m sorry, yuta. it’s about me, i need to be selfish this one time”

there was a hint of begging in your voice, this kind of sadness that one has when facing their biggest fear. but yuta was too blinded by a whole hurricane of emotions to notice.

it’s been a year since that night and yuta can still clearly recall this memory. despite having more positive memories with you, this one always plays in his head whenever he sees your face. you released two albums, with one debuting last week number one almost everywhere. the public knew you were dating, since the company put a statement about it. however, they did not say anything about your breakup. 

so often people that haven’t seen him in a while  would congratulate you through him. each time ending with a sour expression on yuta’s face. 

he wanted to reach out but all his friends told him not to (“give it a rest” johnny nagged “clearly she doesn’t give a shit about you”).

but the more time passed by, the more sleepless nights spent in deep thought, yuta realized maybe there was another reason. maybe… 

“don’t overthink it, that’s how life works. i’m sorry man, she clearly loved you. but you’re in this business too, you know how it is” jaehyun would pat his back with a soft smile. 

maybe they were right, maybe it was his heart after all that never came to an agreement with your decision. 

he even texted you a couple of times, always meeting with his messages only being seen. 

“it’s time to let go, yuta. it’s been a year” taeyong’s advice is always the best, in the end. 

“l/n y/n to end her career! the singer didn’t state a reason, only leaving a long apology letter behind for her fans!” 

yuta’s heart halted, feeling as if a freezing icicle ripped through the muscle. 

first of all, he was genuinely shocked. 

second of all, he was worried. you left him to pursue your career and now you’re… leaving? was it all pointless? 

as your ex boyfriend (god, that still sounded strange to him) and as an artist himself, he felt like something was not right. he truly wished the best for you and now… you’re quitting? 

no one seemed to know what’s up – a massive flood of both hate and sad comments on the internet. twitter was filled with conspiracy theories (like, you flopped or you two broke up – which wasn’t wrong, necessarily. but it wasn’t also fully correct). 

yuta knew he had to find out what’s going on. if you’re doing okay. not knowing whether meeting you will only make things worse or better, the only thing he was certain about was facing it. 

the sound of doorbell caused you to stir awake from your nap. you rubbed your eyes and stood up, hoping it’s the takeout you ordered. 

your living room was covered in darkness, blindfolds rolled all the way down. sure, you were tripping all the time but that way you didn’t have to fight with the mess you made. 

you opened the door, leaning to grab the paper bag but instead, your head bumped into something. 

you huffed, looking up. you clearly left a message on the order to leave it on the doorstep because… 

yuta. 

“y/n” 

you gasped, ready to close the door. but his foot sliding between the doorframe prevented you from doing so. 

you two stared at each other in silence, both analyzing the other’s appearance. 

him, red hair stylishly falling on his forehead. he had his loose clothes on, a leather jacket thrown on a grey hoodie. he looked… well. healthy. as if your breakup never happened.

and you… greasy hair, pajamas that you’ve been wearing for the past – god knows how many – days, deep circles under your puffy eyes. 

“is everything okay?” yuta had the courage to speak up first, genuine worry in his voice. 

you could see he was fighting with emotions on the inside. 

opening your mouth and closing it, you wanted to say it. 

instead, tears pricked your eyes. 

your ex was the first person to ask you that question ever since you dropped the announcement. ironic, isn’t it? 

you started hyperventilating, wanting to scream it all out. 

“hey, it’s okay. talk to me” he said gently and watched in terror how your face twisted with sadness, pearly tears rolling down your cheeks “hey, y/n…” 

you jolted forward and hugged him, arms tightly wrapping around his waist. at first, he wasn’t sure. 

code red was booming in his mind, knowing that there’s going to be no way back. but his heart knew he has to be there for you. he has to be the one to comfort you. 

so he did, letting you cry everything out. gently holding you, swaying back and fourth. just like he always used to. 

just when he felt you calming down, breathing becoming more stable, he leaned away with his hands still on your hips. 

“we need to talk” 

hah. 

now that was ironic due to two reasons. 

you nodded and stepped aside, allowing him to come in. yuta did. 

he felt a stench of rotten food and dirty clothes. your place was soaking in darkness… not a natural one, it was still sunny outside. anxiety rushed over his body. things are certainly not right. 

you sighed deeply and ran your fingers through your hair, thinking. 

then, you lead him into your bedroom. 

quickly putting the blindfolds up and then sweeping the piles of clothes off your bed, you had to squint your eyes. you had to adjust for the natural lighting. 

you felt yuta’s burning gaze on you. 

with a heavy heart, you pulled out your phone. 

“i’m worried. i have my own challenges and struggles but i feel like you need saving more than me” he hummed softly, ebony eyes scanning you with a tender gaze. 

he saw you swallow hardly, typing something. then, you turned your phone around with tears pooling in your eyes once again. 

the note read: “i lost my voice permanently”

his heart dropped, breathing coming to a halt. 

“what?” his head is spinning, panic settling in. that’s a horror for a singer. 

you nodded and added something else. 

“i got aphonia. i recently had laryngitis, it disappeared and then appeared again. and so on. until one day it didn’t go away. but my doctor warned me beforehand that this may happen” 

yuta closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to reject it. he heard of those illnesses, of course he did. his vocal coach mentioned them but also said that they are very rare, often affecting only 0.4% of the people between ages of 14 and 35. 

but he didn’t think… out of all people… it would be you. 

he opened his eyes, wanting to say something… anything. no words came out, his throat feeling as if someone held it with an iron grip. 

you switched to another note. he looked at the date and his eyes widened upon realizing. 

the day before you broke up with him. you already knew, you had it prewritten. 

“i thought this day would come and you know how much of an overthinker i am. maybe it’s good i lost my voice because i wouldn’t be able to say it out loud without my voice breaking. 

yuta, i wanted to break up with you to save you from pain. i didn’t want you to see me struggle, to see me rot inside because im not able to do what is my passion. 

i knew i’d lose my voice sooner or later and wanted to record one or two last albums before i wouldn’t be able to. i wanted to put all my heart in, i knew i had to focus. and spare you pain. 

i’m sorry. i know i ended up hurting you nevertheless. it was inevitable

maybe you wou” 

the last word was clearly stopped halfway, a thought escaping you. 

just when he finished reading, he realized you’re crying again. 

everything clicked suddenly, like a puzzle. why were you whispering when you broke up with him, that you did it so he wouldn’t see you suffer. so your decision was just a cover and it wasn’t selfish after all, no. it was the complete opposite. 

“it’s alright, it’s alright” yuta said, stepping closer. he wrapped arms around you, pressing your head to his chest gently. the drum of his heart made you shake… you missed that sound “i’ll save you. we’ll go to different doctors. there has to be a cure–”

he wasn’t able to finish because you just shook your head with a loud sniff. “i’ll be here for you now” 

you felt weak. like a burden.  

“we’ve got this” yuta whispered, a bittersweet feeling in his heart. he hated seeing you in pain, especially such a big one. but now it was his turn to be selfless and help you, save you; love you. 

nct m. list | event m. list

taglist. @l3visbby ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @mon2sunjinsuver ,, @w3bqrl ,,

@eternalgyu ,, @haecien ,, @slytherinshua,, @rubywonu

[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

[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.

[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

⊱ ──────────────────────── ⊰

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."

⊱ ──────────────────────── ⊰

- Admin 🌶️

[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)

[yeosatinyngz]

FIFTEEN [RIZZ MASTER]

BOY NEXT DOOR : PREVIOUS | MASTERLIST | NEXT

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

Timestamps in Yuta’s tweets don’t matter

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[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

[st4rgirllv]

𝐂𝐨-𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

Movie star ! Toge Inumaki x Movie star ! Reader SMAU

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Synopsis: You saw a job offer for a new upcoming movie —Jujutsu Kaisen 0— starring some of the most famous actors: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Yuta Okkutsu, and Maki Zenin. The requirement for the character's personality was a match made in heaven. The character was perky, smiley, talkative, in short, a ball of energy. In contrast to your character: a quiet and observant role was played by Toge Inumaki, your character's love interest. To get the chemistry on screen you had to spend time with him. Despite his character personality, he was the complete opposite on set. The world watches the two of you do interviews and vlogs about the upcoming movie. The world watches you fall in love with each other without even knowing yourselves. At some point, the world knows how whipped you are for each other except for the two of you.

Kugisaki, Name 3:16am

Inumaki, Toge

ᯓ★I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

ᯓ★You and Inumaki started dating. I couldn't take it anymore. Although I will do a back story on how it started :>

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pairing : ot22 x reader. sm rookies! shohei/eunseok/seunghan x reader. sungtaro x reader.

genre : fluff + angst + suggestive content throughout. 

warnings : suggestive content from a certain point. implications of bullying, swearing. toxic relationships. further warnings at every preview, written chapter etc please tell me if there are warnings I may have missed. everything in this fic is fictional. STORY COMPLETED BEFORE TAEIL’S REMOVAL SO HE MIGHT BE MENTIONED IN A COUPLE CHAPTERS ESP JOHNNY’S

summary : in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering. 

status : completed

taglist : @matchahyuck @haisuken @dinonuguaegi @replayenthusiast @90s-belladonna @scftharu @ahnneyong @liliansun

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author’s note : now pls bear with me, this is kind of a concept that rattles me a little bit so pay attention to the previews which are listed as ‘phones’. timestamps aren’t necessarily important unless stated. i’ve had this idea in my head for 3+ years now and i've written about 13 chapters and i just cannot hold on any longer so here it is. 

EDITED : I will be deleting taeil’s chapter and because he is mentioned in another chapter or two he will be a warning.

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prologue :

P H O N E (1)

chapter one : hong seunghan

chapter two : osaki shotaro

chapter three : REMOVED

chapter four : matsushima shohei

chapter five : jung jaehyun

P H O N E (2)

chapter six : chittaphon leechaiyapornkul

chapter seven : park jisung

chapter eight : lee jeno

chapter nine : lee taeyong

chapter ten : jung sungchan

P H O N E (3)

chapter eleven : yuta nakamato

P H O N E (6)

chapter twelve : wong kunhang

chapter thirteen : kim doyoung

P H O N E (7)

chapter fourteen : song eunseok

chapter fifteen : na jaemin

chapter sixteen : lee donghyuck

chapter seventeen : mark lee

chapter eighteen : zhong chenle

chapter nineteen : liu yangyang

chapter twenty : johnny suh

chapter twenty one : dong sicheng

P H O N E (8)

chapter twenty two : qian kun

chapter twenty three : xiao dejun

chapter twenty four : kim jungwoo

chapter twenty five : huang renjun

P H O N E (9)

epilogue : you, again

author's confessions + thank you wrap up