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fic rec ii ♡

part i here.

finally finished my exams, well kinda i have two more on monday but i’ll compile some fics na so that it’s gonna be a lot more than the last time. thank you for the likes and reblogs. 

also i just wanna ask the writers do i like like your fics or reblog or both? please do reply hehe, thank you again for making fics because it truly makes me happy. 

please free to recommend your favorite fic that i haven’t feature yet. i’m a sucker for dad!jaehyun and dad!jungkook, basically idols being a dad. also please recommend more yugyeom fics, i badly need yugyeom in my life rn. 

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

kpop oc/s

// sunhee by @sunhee-kpopoc (love her)

doyoung

17:22 | f s by @ethaeriyeol

no title | a by @slightlymore

collapsing together as the dawn breaks | f a by @slightlymore

sleep tight | f by @jaeminscoffee

jaehyun

for us | f by @kireimarkeu

// dad jaehyun | f s m @jaehyunspeachparty

no title | a by @sakuurae

1:06 am | s by @jeongvision

// preschool | a f by @jenojam

kiss me | f s by @taurusjaehyun

cinnamon and sugar | f s by @kthpurplesyou

the one with hangover | f by @mistymark

homebound | a f @kinqjaehyxn

love you goodbye | a s f by @serendipityseulgi

quit | a s f by @mskimkaty

no title | f by @smileysuh

9:36 pm | f by @dreamswithinadreaminadream

jungkook

game over | f s by @namgukgalore

make it right | s a by @jungkxook

late fee | f s by @1kook

no title | f s by @ubemango

no title | f s by @angelguk

quiet rides | f s by @inkedtae

// dad jungkook:  just like daddy,  petunia? petunia,  art sessions ft daddy’s tattoos,  late night rewards | f by @angelguk

private shows | s by @filterjeons

first time together | s a by @httpjeon

beast | f s a by @ephemeralkookie

// youtube!jungkook drabble list | f @bubmyg

no title | f by @bubmyg

put your head on my shoulder | f s by @joonkookiemonster

soft nights | f by @softguks

distractions | s by @1kook

sore | f by @kooks3uphoria

breathe | f s a by @ephemeralkookie

no title | s by @thirstybtsthoughts

sleepy | f s by @floralseokjin

over the edge | s by @kpopfanfictrash

warm me up | f s by @pjm-com

slightly jealous | f s by @floralseokjin

hotel room | s by @jungkookiebus

indulgence | f s by @ppersonna

hush | s by @aureumjeon

attachment: 1 image | s by @1kook

// crybaby 1 2 3 | f s by @lavishedinjimin

thigh time | f s by @zibermuda

be mine | a f s by @staerrylights

crush | f a by @jungxk

wake up call | s by @junghelioseok

trippin’ | s f by @koophoriia

netflix and chill | f s by @1kook

jeno

true love | s a by @whereisten

salty | f a by @tastyykpop

make me scream | f s by @neocitybynight

my first and last | f a by @tyongxnct

donghyuck’s trick | f s by @loviejaehyun

paraluma | f a by @neoiovebot 

final match | f a by @arietaurumini

haechan

to you | f by @kireimarkeu

lucas

where’s the ring | f by @wayvland

11:45 pm | f by @clubyukhei

no title | f by @bl--ankhaeji

all my first | f s m by @loviejaehyun

yuta

grass | f by @hyuckles-chuckles

taeyong

reasons why i can’t forget you | a f by @taeyongtime

finale of the longing heart | a f by @taeyongtime

johnny

braids | f by @hyuckles-chuckles

i’ll probably make part 3 and possibly 4 for the old fics that i’ve loved. 

anyway, thank you again for the writers please take care and be safe!

please free to recommend your favorite fic that i haven’t feature yet.

if the links won’t work please let me know and i’ll try to fix it as soon as possible!

to everyone! please take care and keep safe please!

cool blue - yuta

pairing - nakamoto yuta x female!reader genre - fluff; swimmer!yuta, high school!au, enemies to lovers!au warning - explicit language, alcohol abuse words - 7.156

summary - Nakamoto Yuta is the greatest enigma of your life and you can’t begin to explain how tired you are of it.

Or; in which Yuta is the pride and joy of the swim team and you really don’t like him one bit.

note - it’s not my fault, blame these pictures they attacked me behind a 7/11, threatened me with a knife, took my milk money, and all I said was thank you.

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🥹🥹🥹 my god-

requesting a princess reader x bodyguard yuta smut pleek ><

Just A Bodyguard . . . . . . nakamotoY

GENRE: fluff and smut

WARNINGS: spanking, praising, unprotected sex, forbidden love, degrading, and crying. (licking too lol).

you tighten your grip around the towel as the prince of monaco walks you back to your hotel room. “i had fun tonight, princess y/n.”

“i did too, thank you for walking me back to my room.” your body tenses when he gently grabs the tips of your fingers and places a kiss on your back hand. “it was a pleasure having some time to ourselves— beside your bodyguard shooting daggers at me the whole time.” he awkwardly laughs.

“yuta.. yeah, he’s like that. don’t mind it though, im sure he’s just doing his job by being protective.” the prince lets go of your hand. “on the topic of him,” oh, boy. “is there something going on between the two of you?”

there it is.

“me and my bodyguard? no, he’s just a bodyguard. nothing else.” such lies you fed the prince. “anyway, thank you for tonight— the dinner, the private pool was all amazing.”

“you’re welcome, princess. i should get back to my hotel room— i’m sure you’re worn out from today.” you nod and place your hand on your door handle. “goodnight, princess.” you nod once again before slipping into your room.

you stop when seeing your body guard sitting in the singular chair placed in the corner of your hotel room. “mr nakamoto.” you greet him and look away, quickly grabbing a few clothes from your suitcase.

“just a bodyguard?” you look up with a pile of clothes to your chest. “what?” what was he going on about? “just a bodyguard— that’s all i am.” shit. he must’ve overheard you and the prince earlier.

“mr nakamoto—?” yuta stands up and slowly walks over to you. “tell me; does a bodyguard make you cum every single day and night?” you don’t answer— you don’t even breathe at this point. “does a bodyguard fuck you until you can’t walk for days?”

“does a bodyguard make you scream every night and day?” your breath hitches. “answer me, princess,” he mocks the princes nickname. “does a bodyguard do that, princess?” you shake your head.

yuta tilts your chin up. “words, princess. i want to hear you say it.” fuck, your chin wobbled in embarrassment. “n—no.” you didn’t mean to stutter but with how he was treating you at the moment— your throat resembled your knees; wobbly.

“i guess i’m not just a bodyguard, right.” your eyes twitch at the sudden arousal pooling in your bottom bathing suit. “n—no, you’re not just a bodyguard.” yuta smirks.

“take off that towel.” you remove the towel and let it drop to your feet. “how slutty of you to wear this.” he reaches forward and tugs on the waistband of your bathing suit. “what princess wears this type of bathing bikini, hm?” you ignore him instead, focusing on the strings of your bikini suit.

“get on the bed.” who’s bed? your bed? his bed? you climbed on whichever one was closest. “slowly climb on it,” he fixes his command. you stick your ass out when slowly climbing onto the high leveled bed.

yuta groans at the sight of your lush ass and dripping cunt. “fuck.” yuta groans, again. you flinch at the loud sound of his palm meeting your ass.

“stay.” you come to a halt when hearing his command. you start to look around when hearing him dig around for something in your nightstand. “yuta—?” your head jerks up when hearing a faint buzzing sound.

“we had fun with this earlier this morning and afternoon, didn’t we.” you gasp and let your upper body fall forward when feeling the buzzing connect with your clit.

your hips jerk as you muffle your whines with the fluffy blanket. “y—yuta!” you groan, shutting your eyes and grasping onto the sheets. “that’s right, scream my name.” you weren’t screaming it, more like moaning it loudly into the sheets.

“you’re so fucking wet, princess.” yuta groans, messing with your slit. “who’s it for?” that catches you off guard— what did he mean? “wh—what?” you heave, trying to best to control your breathing. “is this for me or for him?” oh, he meant your arousal.

“y—you!” you push your hips more back, attempting to slip your cunt around his fingers. “it’s always for you, yuta.” you squeal and jerk your hips forward when feeling the buzzing increase.

yuta holds your hips still as you attempt to run from the buzzing bullet. “y—yuta, please!” yuta spreads your cheeks while adding more pressure on your clit. “please what, princess.”

“please let me cum?!” yuta had a strict rule with cumming. and you love to play by it.

rule five, no cumming without permission. you must beg before doing do.

“since you’re being so good, go ahead, princess.” you let out a sigh cry out relief when pleasure wash over you. your clit numb and frustrated. “that’s it, baby.” yuta rubs your ass before giving it a firm smack.

finally, the buzzing bullet stops and a thud is heard. “i guess we used up all its juice— after all, we did use it all night yesterday.” yuta sighs and sits up. he uses his thumbs to spread your folds apart, watching as your arousal strings.

“oh my g—god!” your voice hitches as yuta brings his mouth and attaches it to your pussy. “mmmm.” yuta hums causing a strict vibration to be sent up your core. “stay still, princess.”

his nose brushes against your other entrance above your cunt making you shiver. “i— yuta, it’s too much!” your hand lands on his head. “you taste to sweet— i just can’t get enough.” he whispers before sucking on your clit.

“o—oohh, god!” your trembling, arousal covers thighs quiver as yuta continues. “stop trying to run away, princess. even if you try, you always come crawling back for more.”

your second orgasm doesn’t let you argue back. it crashes on you causing a squeal to corrupt your throat. yuta finally pulls away with your cum dripping down his chin.

“so far only two orgasms— i don’t think the person who’s just a bodyguard is satisfied with that.” you whine, remember how you told the prince of monaco about yuta just being a bodyguard.

“yuta, please,” you pause when hearing the sound of him undoing his belt and it hitting the floor with a light thud. “i’m really s—sor— fuck!” you cry out when feeling him sink in without warning.

your hands firmly grip the sheets— tugging it off the corners of the bed and rolling towards you. “yuta, please forgive me—!” the position makes the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot.

“forgive you?” yuta scoffs while pounding your hips against his. “p—please, i love you!” yuta doesn’t let those three words phase him, instead he continues pounding your hips against his. “i love you, yuta.” your eyes sting and your tears bleed into the white sheets.

“aren’t i just a bodyguard? you can’t love a bodyguard, it’s against royalty rules.” yuta grunts out, his jaw clenched in anger as he remembers how he can’t have you.

“yo—you’re my bodyguard and i love you.” his thrusts become slow, catching him off guard. he shakes it off and continues to pound your hips with his.

your back arches more as his nails dig into your skin, leaving indentation. “i—im cumming.” your throat was raw. “do it. squeeze your tight pussy around my cock, princess.”

you fall forward as yuta slams his hips once more and pushes you. you clench tightly around emptiness while feeling yutas cum drip out of you and onto the sheets.

yuta goes to the bathroom and grabs a wash cloth, he comes back and wipes your thighs clean. he washes the wash cloth and hands it til it dries.

yuta comes back to you shaking. “cold, princess?” he asks and receives no answer. “princess.” he swipes his underpants off the ground and sits next to you. “whats wrong?” he turns you to see tears dripping down your temples.

“princess.” his tone was worried as he pulled you into his arms. “why— what’s wrong?” you shake your head, pushing him off. “look at me and talk to me, princess.” you uncover your face and yuta melts.

“what’s wrong.” he repeats. “yuta, i really do love you.” your voice cracked as the lump still wouldn’t leave. “princess, our love is forbidden. we can’t love each other.”

“but, yuta, i love you. i really do.” yuta softly grins and leans forward, pressing his lips on yours. “princess,” he sighs. “i love you, too.”

“do you really?” your eyes bubble up. “yes, i’ll say it, again. i love you and only you.” the heavy ache on your chest leaves. “good because you’re stuck with me forever. i’ll fight for us.” yuta softly laughs.

you sure as hell did.

But this is a no-strings-attached thing

pairings: yuta x f.reader

genre: smut | little plot | +18 minors DNI

summary: Yuta and you have an agreement... but you're starting to change your mind. And maybe, only maybe, so does he.

word count: 958

a/n: I got a little bit carried away and this happened... remember this is fiction. Enjoy! (;

Warnings below the cut.

warnings: cursing, unprotected sex (pls don't), choking, possessive behaviour, spit play, mentions of alcohol, pet names.

Being around him feels like a thunderstorm. There is a spark in the lightning, despair in the rumble, and peace in the water falling from the sky. Yuta is just that man. His touch is effervescent, it makes you want everything he has to offer. Everything he gives, you take gladly. It is in his eyes you find the trust you have never been able to give no one else. It is in his silvery voice you find the pathway to imaginable pleasure. It is in his delicate yet spurring touch you find eagerness to please. Yes, he was the instigator of wet dreams and filthy thoughts. 

Your arrangement was unspoken, one drunken night together was the start of many others minus the alcohol. The common denominator is you, legs spread, him, and only him. Catching feelings is easy for you, how not to catch feelings for Yuta? In broad daylight, he is the perfect gentleman, a generous and selfless friend. Behind closed doors, with you, he gets to be fully and unapologetically him. 

His eyes darken as he opens the door to his place, and a lustful smirk forms on his lips. You stand there motionless for a second. His shirt was unbuttoned, jeans hanging low on his hips, and his belly button piercing visible. All you want is to take his clothes off. 

“I thought you weren’t coming,” he says, moving to the side to let you in. He takes off your jacket and in a second his lips are kissing your neck. Soft and seductive, those lips caress your skin in the most tantalising way. You turn around to meet him and for a split of a second, you seem to find in his dark eyes an ounce of devotion for you… maybe love, but who are you kidding, this was a no-strings-attached thing.

Your arms wrap around his neck as your lips find him to kiss and savour every bit of him. Without breaking the kiss his hands travel to your hips and he slowly pushes you back guiding you to the couch. There, you straddle his lap and the kisses get hotter and needier. Yuta grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you closer, his tongue pushing against yours. The sudden change makes your hips roll over his and he is already hard for you. It turns you on to imagine all the wicked things he can do with his tongue alone, but it drives you insane thinking about the amount of pleasure his cock can give you. 

“You know dry humping is not our thing, doll,” he raises one eyebrow. 

“Then take your clothes off,” you demand. 

Your answer spurs something in him, something carnal and dangerous. You both undress and this is how you find yourself lying on the couch with your legs positioned on his shoulders. Yuta stretches out his hand and you immediately know what to do. You spit on it and there’s that fucking grin that makes your insides flip with lust, passion… and let’s admit it. Love. 

Yuta strokes his erection and aligns himself with you. Entering your wet core slowly, until he bottoms out completely. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of fullness that you can only get from him. His thrusts are deep, fast, and eager, he wants you to feel every vein and the slight curve of this cock dragging against your clenching walls. Fuck, he is the best you’ve ever had. You are the best he’s ever had. The way you moan his name like a broken record gets him going. The way your body responds to him is mesmerising. Your nipples hard, your pussy so wet for him, your tongue licking his neck, your bites, your scent. 

You feel on the verge of dying of pleasure and living for this moment. He grabs your cheeks with one hand. 

“Look at me. Open, doll, “ and you obey, opening your mouth for him. Spit falls from his mouth landing directly over your needy tongue. 

“I don’t want anyone else inside you, you hear me? No one gets to fuck you but me,” he pants as his cock moves in and out of your making your legs tremble and he knows you are getting hornier. You like how he gets possessive of you. 

“You like hearing that? It’s only you– and– me,” and with these words your pussy clenches hard around him. 

“Say it,” he commands. 

“Only. You. And. Me,” you repeat. 

His hands go directly to your neck squeezing slowly, controlled. Your brain begins to fog, you feel the blood rushing through your veins and the undeniable feeling of your orgasm approaching. Yuta’s hand tightens more around your neck, your hips rutting against his, chasing the wonderful release. You cry with pleasure. You want this, you need this. 

“Yuta, please...  Fuck, make me cum,” you manage to say. So his eyes close and he fucks you good. He fucks you into oblivion, your orgasm making your whole body tremble and you can’t do anything but loudly moan as Yuta chases his own release pulling out when he does and cumming on your torso and breasts. 

He slowly lowers your legs that you can barely feel and the sight of you under him makes him jealous. Jealous because he asked you not to fuck anyone else… but that was not the agreement. You can do whatever you want. Sweat covers both of your bodies, Yuta helps you up and leads you to the bathroom. He always turns on the shower and makes sure the water is warm so you can step in. 

“Yuta,” you call from the shower. 

“Yes, doll?” he answers as he waits outside. 

“I think I don’t like this arrangement anymore”. 

mummy | nakamoto yuta

“if you’ll excuse me, i have to pick up my daughter.”

When Miko entered her 20s, she didn’t think she’d have a little human by her side. Meet Miko and Aika, a famous stylist and her little girl. For 3 years, it’s been Miko and Aika against the world. When Nakamoto Yuta, famous Japanese model, enters the story, will Miko and Aika welcome him with open arms? 

pairing: model!Yuta x singlemom!femreader

featuring: Kim Doyoung, Jung Jaehyun and Kim Jungwoo

story type: social media au 

warnings: maybe angst??

status: complete

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🔍︎ — yuuta okkotsu ✰ fem!reader

♯ — falling asleep on yuuta's back.

∎ — 0.5k ✰ fluff (pinch of intimacy offerings).

ⅲ — i love yuuta. please enjoy!

the frequent footsteps growing closer to you shook you out of your reading pace. you look behind you to see yuuta's pretty face gazing at you, with a smile plastering his face. you couldn't help but smile also, he looked so damn adorable. 

"good morning, dandelion." he said, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you hummed at the pet name. "what are you doing up so early?" 

your eyes widened as you looked at the clock placed directly to the left of you. a chuckle left your throat, "reading. couldn't sleep." yuuta's facial expression changed. he didn't like it when you couldn't get enough sleep. 

"want me to help you? we can snuggle while watching a movie. or . . ." as he paused on his sentence he moved his eye to wink twice. you covered your face up with the book, embarrassed at what stunt he just pulled. "yuuta, you horny bastard." he giggled at the title you gave him. 

"we could go to this flower field i found yesterday." he said, pulling out his phone and showing you pictures of the amazing view he saw yesterday. your eyes grew wide as you smiled at each and one of the photos. "wow, where were you yesterday?" you questioned, wondering how he came upon this creation by god. "just happened to stumble upon it." 

you stood up from the couch as you quickly rushed upstairs to get changed into some warm attire to go visit the creation. yuuta was surprised at how you got ready at such speed. 

"ready?" he questioned, intertwining his hand within yours. you nodded as you two began to walk to the destination where the field was located. 

it was a long walk—tiring at most—but yuuta's warm embrace kept you awake, aware that he was always there with you comforting you through the way. 

the sun was setting when you guys were nearly there. you complained about your feet—mostly your heels—so yuuta carried you the whole way. 

he felt you almost fall asleep on his back while attempting to keep yourself up. he felt you slither your hands farther across his neck for more support. he felt the kisses you would leave on his cheek here and there, and occasionally some left on his neck. until you slumped over, unconscious on his back. 

he looked back to see if you were okay, worried about the position and lack of response you were in. worried covered yuuta's face as he set you gently on the concrete. 

"hey," he said, gently brushing the excess hair out of your face and tapping your cheek to get a signal. "you still with me?" 

you murmured, brushing his hand away from your face in your sleepy state. yuuta smiled at your little action and lifted you back on his back. "well sleepy head, let's head back home. yeah?" he asked, not expecting an answer. instead, he received a gentle—slightly agitated—grumble from you. 

yuuta smiled at you. he smiled at everything you do. you just make him so happy. you make him fall in love with you again and again. you just make him so happy.

2022 © originally posted by @k-3nt0. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

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Accidental Encounters

Summary: You never thought that one of the most popular guys at your  university would ever be the one walking you home. Turns out he’s a big dork, and you end up falling hard for him anyway.

Pairing: Yuta x Female!Reader {College!AU}

Genre: enough fluff to make your teeth rot

Warnings: none, just some saccharine sweet fluff

Word Count: 4.8K

Note: I haven’t re-read this, so when I do I’ll correct any errors.

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[ Date Night w/ Yuta ]

Warnings: Very Slight 18 + Reference 

Masterlist

It is not cold, but the golden warmth of the day has slowly given way to a slight breeze, not quite enough to make you shiver, but enough for you to subconsciously pass a hand over the bare skin of your arm. Even as he holds the doorway to the restaurant open for you, Yuta notices. He immediately slips the jacket from his shoulders and stepping close from behind, places it over your own, causing you to turn. ‘Yuta, hey,’ you smile softly, feeling the material between your fingers, ‘I don’t want you to be cold either.’

Yuta shakes his head, shrugs and smiles all at once and you know you cannot argue with him. For a second, you take in the sight of him in the fitted shirt, appreciating how it wraps perfectly over his wide shoulders and how it clings to his waist. It isn’t often you see him dressed so tidily and you can’t help but think he really is your Takoyaki Prince.

He wraps his arm haphazardly around your back as you meander along the street. He talks quickly and laughs loudly, maybe it is a result of the wine, maybe it is because has you wrapped in his arm and nowhere to be in the morning. When you pass a twenty-four-hour convenience store, he feels you tug at the cuff of his shirt and the moment he catches your eye, he knows he’s a goner. He likes the fact you pull him into the store in search of ice cream and an extra bottle of wine even after your fancy dinner date. It makes him feel grounded, like he’s really here with you, not half caught up in recording and filming and practice like he sometimes is. 

Inside, he offers to find something to drink like he has any more of an idea than you, whilst you spend longer than you should picking between a few flavours of ice cream. He leaves with a firm kiss on your cheek and a promise to be back in a minute. Yuta isn’t sure when this became a habit - inviting you out to expensive restaurants so you can wear those items in your wardrobe saved for special occasions, late-night visits to the convenience store on your way home to your apartment, but he knows lives for it. 

When he returns a few minutes later with a bottle Jaehyun had recommended beneath his arm, you are in the same position as he had left you. Yuta watches for a moment without speaking. Even he cannot catch the smile that lifts the edges of his mouth at the sight of you, peering into the freezer, the heels, the slinky scarlet number, the jacket that belongs to him. There is someone, another guy, standing at the opposite end of the aisle and Yuta can see clear enough that he too is enjoying the sight and he takes it as his cue to return to your side. As he nears, his hand slips beneath the jacket hanging loosely over your shoulders and settles dangerously low on your back, the tips of his fingers perfectly comfortable over the curve of your waist. 

Yuta does not care about the possibility of being seen as his fingers press gently enough into your skin to draw you nearer, close enough for him to find your mouth with his own. He does not care as he deepens the kiss, the hand on your back pulling you until there is little gap between your chests, until you’re pressed against him in the freezer aisle. 

It’s only when he hears a little squeak of embarrassment escape against his mouth that he pulls away. He takes great joy in the flush that has spread across your features, an intoxicating combination of a couple of glasses of wine and his brazen display of affection. Yuta tucks the pint of ice cream beneath his arm and reaches for your hand, threading his fingers through your own as he guides you toward the checkout. As you pass the stranger at the end of the aisle, Yuta smirks, taking pride in the fact he knows it’ll be him and only him slipping the slinky dress from your shoulders at the end of the evening. 

[ Soft Moments @ 3 AM w/ NCT 127 ] -

Warnings: 18 + Reference

Masterlist

➳ Taeil -

Taeil lives and breathes music and when you finally find time to spend together, he likes to share his playlists whilst you lie alongside one another on his bed. It is as if you have been together for a lifetime and know just about everything there is to know about each other. He links his fingers with your own and taps your thigh in time with the rhythm. Sometimes he is silent, appreciating the music, other times he talks about your future, about the house you’ll buy together one day, the pet you’ll adopt.

➳ Johnny -

3 AM sees you and Johnny leaning against the kitchen cabinets in your apartment, endlessly laughing at one another. The wine had dried up long ago, but its effect still lingers in your laughter, in the rosy colour of your cheeks and in the hazy look in your eyes. He tells you a hundred times over how in love with you he is, how happy he is to have met you.

➳ Taeyong -

When Taeyong doesn’t have to be up at 4 AM for schedules, he makes the most of being able to stay in the studio until the early hours of the morning. He enjoys the quiet of an empty studio, followed by a breezy walk home through nearly deserted streets. It has become a habit for you to slip inside to keep him company. It is silent except for the occasional click of his keyboard and the sound of him humming along to the music playing through his headphones. Taeyong glances over his shoulder every now and then to check on you on the studio sofa and the moment he realises that you’re dozing, he will take a million photographs on his phone because he thinks you look so cute.

➳ Yuta -

The early hours of the morning are meant for sharing showers after late-night visits to the gym. Yuta is touchy and teasing, but tired and so you use the time to catch up on your watchlist. It is fingers threading through damp hair and soft laughter at the television show. He insists on having your head resting on his bare chest even though he knows it will cause you to fall asleep, he secretly enjoys having to catch you up on what you’ve missed in the show.

➳ Doyoung -

After a busy day of schedules, all Doyoung can bring himself to do is pull you beneath his duvet and fall asleep. At first, you lie awake, catching up on each other's days, sometimes weeks when things are particularly busy. The television can faintly be heard from the living room and you suppose one of Doyoung’s group mates is unwinding on the sofa. Haechan can occasionally be heard tapping away at his computer keyboard. The soft sounds, partnered with Doyoung’s warmth are enough to lull you to sleep. Doyoung grows clingy after a hectic week - the hand around your waist is firm and he won’t shift for at least eight hours. 

➳ Jaehyun -

3 AM is a time you have grown familiar with because it is the only time of day that you and Jaehyun are able to be truly alone. It is fingers furrowing beneath layers of clothing, bedsheets against bare skin and quiet sighs. Jaehyun moves slowly at 3 AM as if he has all the time in the world and nowhere to be in a few hours. He just wants to make you feel good in the most gentle way possible. 

➳ Jungwoo -

Being with Jungwoo, you’re lucky if you’re ever in bed at 3 AM. It is as if you’re running out of time, the way he tugs you around the city by his hand that is threaded with your own. It is a time for taking half-blurred photographs beneath amber streetlights and eating ice cream from the twenty-four-hour convenience store. Normally he is shy and bashful, but he comes alive after midnight and it is nigh daybreak the first time he tells you he loves you. 

➳ Mark -

Given the timezone difference, Mark doesn’t often get to talk to his family and when he does, it is at 3 AM. When he has news or just wants to catch up, he collapses onto the dorm sofa, tucks you into his side and hits the FaceTime button. It took a while for him to feel comfortable introducing you to his family, even over the phone, but now he takes great joy in listening to you chat with his parents. He often thinks about the day he’ll next visit home and take you with him. 

➳ Haechan -

At 3 AM there is one place and one place only that you and Haechan can be found - he sits at his desk entirely engrossed in the game filling his computer screen. He has you in his lap, your head against his chest. Honestly, the position is a little uncomfortable, but he is warm and you’re sleepy and you’re not sure who will whine more if one of you moves. In between games he rubs his hands up and down your back and leans in close to listen to your quiet reminders of how much you love him. 

yuta as a house husband

just imagine househusband yuta... you're the breadwinner of the household and yes it's stressful, yes it's long hours of hard work at the office and YES, it's a shit ton of nagging from Susan on the fifth floor but to you, it's totally worth the long hours, because at home, waiting for you will be someone who shoos your worries away.

a stone-cold resting face that's enough to scare off children? check. actually, has a heart of gold? double-check. a little (very much BIG) secret weapon that helps you relieve your stress? CHECK CHECK CHECKITY CHECK.

no worrying about what to cook for dinner, whether you remembered to clean out the drawers, and how much laundry you have waiting for you, he does it all.

he's the place where work troubles fall away and you, right into his arms (and onto his dick).

the type of husband to bake you a fancy dessert even if it's not a special occasions because it's your favourite and he loves seeing your eyes twinkle as you indulge in it and loves hearing your praise to his abilities because, at the end of the day, all he really wants is to hear words of validation from the one he loves. whether it's small squeals of enthusiasm at how amazing his food tastes...

or screams of praise and pleasure from how good he dicks you down as a reward for a long days work.

he really does do it all.