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(Heavy smut imagine!)

Imagine stumbling upon half a dozen nagas waking up from hibernation. You can’t help but ogle at them, the way their muscles look taut, yet their skin looks soft, as they stretch their arms over their heads and yawn deeply in attempt to wake themselves up from their long slumber.

But there’s another thing you notice, and that’s their thick cocks, unsheathed and swollen.

And then you remember. Nagas breed when they wake up from hibernation.

You’re noticed by one of the nagas, who immediately asks if you could help him breed. His voice catches the attention of the other nagas, and they begin to swarm around you, keeping their distance, and repeating the first nagas question.

Your whole body begins to shake in anticipation. You don’t want to let them down and say that you can’t actually produce anything with them, but their cocks, each one visibly throbbing, is more than tempting. You begin to explain your predicament, but none of them care. They need someone, anyone, to help with their situation, and desperately plead, some with tears in their eyes, for you to help them.

But it’s not like they needed to plead. Your mind was made up long ago.

You begin to take of your shirt, and each of the nagas take that as a sure sign, closing in on you and help remove the rest of your clothes. Immediately you feel one nagas twin cocks enter your hole, and he wastes no time thrusting into you, his tail snapping into your thighs as you take the entirety of his thick cocks. He’s very quick to cum, and you gasp at the amount of cum from his double cocks filling your hole, but he’s not satisfied, and continues his momentum, thrusting deeply into your sensitive hole, enough that his cum spills from your hole and down your thighs, and his tail.

The others stay as close as they can to you, and gently caress your nipples, back, stomach, and thighs, and as they wait for their turns, they present you with their cocks. You eagerly take them in your mouth, shakily jerking one off and lathering the other with long licks, alternating throughout all of the cocks presented before you, attempting to give them the best you can while you’re being railed and filled from behind. They’re quick to cum as well, and soon they’re covering your lips, cheeks, and shoulders in their cum. But they’re not even close to being satisfied. They all need you, and they need you now.

You’re lost in the ecstasy of the nagas taking turns and using you as their fuck toy. Hands caress every inch of your body, and they whispers praises as each one fills your swollen, oversensitive, holes, and paint your body with their thick cum. You’re not sure how long they’ve been at it, since you’ve lost count of your own orgasms, but you could care less, as you ride the constant waves of pleasure they give you, and beg for more, and more, and more...

But eventually, fatigue begins to set into each of you, and the fun, unfortunately, comes to a stop. Fortunately for you, they’re keen on aftercare, and help you wash up, offer something to eat, and give you a place to rest after they’re done, even offering you the choice to live with them for as long as you like.

Whether you take them up on their offer or not, you know one thing for sure is that you’ll visit them again next spring.

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in hell there’s heaven

half baked stories series. angst. 2nd person but jaehyun centric. warnings: cheating, weed smoking. inspired by solo by frank ocean

If Jaehyun could do anything in the world right now, he would go back to 3 days ago, slap himself in the face, and call you. He wants that more than he’s ever wanted anything in your relationship, but he didn’t do that.

3 days ago Jaehyun cheated on you. 3 hours ago the guilt hit him so hard he wanted to cry, an emotion he wasn’t particularly comfortable with expressing in front of you, when you told him you were so happy he was yours. Because, yes, that’s technically true, but 2 days and 21 hours ago Jaehyun was kissing the neck of another woman, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, and entering into her with far too much ease.

So 3 minutes ago he decided to tell you about his infidelity. Jaehyun never believed the “eyes are the window to the soul” bullshit until that exact moment when he saw in your eyes your heart breaking.

“I-I need a minute.” You say, walking away. You did that a lot. Insecurity built up from relationships past left you uneasy with the idea of expressing anger towards a partner. Even when you and Jaehyun fought you always conceded first, letting him win even if you were still hurt. Jaehyun knew this, and he always tried his hardest not to take advantage of it and you, always letting you know you had the space to be upset.

He didn’t say that this time, though. He knew he didn’t need to, that damn look in your eyes communicated it enough.

3 seconds of sitting alone on the couch, eyes glued to his shut bedroom door that you just locked yourself into to think, Jaehyun decides he can’t sit with these feelings.

So he doesn’t, in a manner that is just so him, he decides on taking the fresh pre-roll he bought from the dispensary earlier to share with you out to the balcony alone.

The old and derelict lawn chair squeaked concerningly as he sat down, but he doesn’t care. He takes the white lighter he bought himself as a bad luck charm out of his pocket and the joint up to his lips, flicking the lighter and burning his eyes at the flame. He takes a few puffs in, not inhaling, just to start the sweet burn. He blows softly on the cherry end to prevent it from canoeing before taking his first real drag, eyebrows scowling at the peppery taste. He hates this strain, but it was the only one that seemed to calm your anxiety, like truly mellow you out. So he sacrificed.

Jaehyun was famous at ignoring his emotions, bottling them up until they burst. No matter what he was truly feeling, he always expressed anger when he exploded. He lost a lot of relationships because of that, but you stayed, you always did. It takes a lot out of him to admit to himself that earlier today when he felt so upset he wanted to cry, he scared himself. Jaehyun doesn’t care about many things enough to want to cry over them, but suddenly at the prospect of hurting you his tear ducts sprung to life again. He thought they had shriveled up and died.

That’s one of the many things he guesses he gained from you, emotional freedom, assurance that he isn’t a waste of space and time, unconditional support in his dreams, and the gift of what he suspects is the love of his life.

He guesses that’s all gone now.

He’s torn away from his thoughts when the screen door to the balcony opens and you step out to join him. There’s a second chair out here but you don’t sit, standing and staring at your bare feet. He wants to tell you to go back inside and put on shoes before the ants bite you, but it feels like the wrong time so he doesn’t.

He chooses to just stare at you, your hair partially blocking your face as you look down still. He’s pretty stoned at this point, halfway through the joint.

He doesn’t know what to do, and time feels so very slow so he offers you the joint by moving his hand below your line of sight. He doesn’t imagine there’s a way you’ll say no to it, you know the scent. You must know it’s your favorite. You must know he bought it for you.

Unbeknownst to him, though, nothing can calm the anxiety you have right now.

“Jaehyun, I can’t do this.” You finally look at him, and the look in your eyes, those damn eyes and that damn look break his heart again. He doesn’t show it though, just pursing his lips and letting a frown settle.

“I-I can’t be with you anymore.”

He watches the tear roll down your cheek. He wants to scoff, but his heart is too broken. An unmistakable feeling of emptiness and regret fills him, a stinging pain that he tries to swallow down stays burning behind his sternum.

He’s broken. Fully, entirely, all encompassingly broken.

“Are you going to say anything?” You say.

And no, he wasn’t particularly planning on it. What is there to say? He fucked up, he knew it right after it happened and even a small part of him during it too, but there’s no going back.

He knows that not one word he could say that would convince you that he loves you more than he loves the freedom to do whatever he wants.

Now, though, he’s questioning which is a bigger priority to him.

You shake your head and scoff at him before turning, opening the screen door and leaving for the last time.

He’s full of too many emotions he doesn’t know how to name, so he screams. To the owls hooting in the trees, to the moon, to God if He was listening.

For the first time ever in his 25 years of living, Jaehyun had to come to terms with his emotions.

He fucking hated it, and he still loves you. That was the worst part.

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in hell there’s heaven

half baked stories series. angst. 2nd person but jaehyun centric. warnings: cheating, weed smoking. inspired by solo by frank ocean

If Jaehyun could do anything in the world right now, he would go back to 3 days ago, slap himself in the face, and call you. He wants that more than he’s ever wanted anything in your relationship, but he didn’t do that.

3 days ago Jaehyun cheated on you. 3 hours ago the guilt hit him so hard he wanted to cry, an emotion he wasn’t particularly comfortable with expressing in front of you, when you told him you were so happy he was yours. Because, yes, that’s technically true, but 2 days and 21 hours ago Jaehyun was kissing the neck of another woman, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, and entering into her with far too much ease.

So 3 minutes ago he decided to tell you about his infidelity. Jaehyun never believed the “eyes are the window to the soul” bullshit until that exact moment when he saw in your eyes your heart breaking.

“I-I need a minute.” You say, walking away. You did that a lot. Insecurity built up from relationships past left you uneasy with the idea of expressing anger towards a partner. Even when you and Jaehyun fought you always conceded first, letting him win even if you were still hurt. Jaehyun knew this, and he always tried his hardest not to take advantage of it and you, always letting you know you had the space to be upset.

He didn’t say that this time, though. He knew he didn’t need to, that damn look in your eyes communicated it enough.

3 seconds of sitting alone on the couch, eyes glued to his shut bedroom door that you just locked yourself into to think, Jaehyun decides he can’t sit with these feelings.

So he doesn’t, in a manner that is just so him, he decides on taking the fresh pre-roll he bought from the dispensary earlier to share with you out to the balcony alone.

The old and derelict lawn chair squeaked concerningly as he sat down, but he doesn’t care. He takes the white lighter he bought himself as a bad luck charm out of his pocket and the joint up to his lips, flicking the lighter and burning his eyes at the flame. He takes a few puffs in, not inhaling, just to start the sweet burn. He blows softly on the cherry end to prevent it from canoeing before taking his first real drag, eyebrows scowling at the peppery taste. He hates this strain, but it was the only one that seemed to calm your anxiety, like truly mellow you out. So he sacrificed.

Jaehyun was famous at ignoring his emotions, bottling them up until they burst. No matter what he was truly feeling, he always expressed anger when he exploded. He lost a lot of relationships because of that, but you stayed, you always did. It takes a lot out of him to admit to himself that earlier today when he felt so upset he wanted to cry, he scared himself. Jaehyun doesn’t care about many things enough to want to cry over them, but suddenly at the prospect of hurting you his tear ducts sprung to life again. He thought they had shriveled up and died.

That’s one of the many things he guesses he gained from you, emotional freedom, assurance that he isn’t a waste of space and time, unconditional support in his dreams, and the gift of what he suspects is the love of his life.

He guesses that’s all gone now.

He’s torn away from his thoughts when the screen door to the balcony opens and you step out to join him. There’s a second chair out here but you don’t sit, standing and staring at your bare feet. He wants to tell you to go back inside and put on shoes before the ants bite you, but it feels like the wrong time so he doesn’t.

He chooses to just stare at you, your hair partially blocking your face as you look down still. He’s pretty stoned at this point, halfway through the joint.

He doesn’t know what to do, and time feels so very slow so he offers you the joint by moving his hand below your line of sight. He doesn’t imagine there’s a way you’ll say no to it, you know the scent. You must know it’s your favorite. You must know he bought it for you.

Unbeknownst to him, though, nothing can calm the anxiety you have right now.

“Jaehyun, I can’t do this.” You finally look at him, and the look in your eyes, those damn eyes and that damn look break his heart again. He doesn’t show it though, just pursing his lips and letting a frown settle.

“I-I can’t be with you anymore.”

He watches the tear roll down your cheek. He wants to scoff, but his heart is too broken. An unmistakable feeling of emptiness and regret fills him, a stinging pain that he tries to swallow down stays burning behind his sternum.

He’s broken. Fully, entirely, all encompassingly broken.

“Are you going to say anything?” You say.

And no, he wasn’t particularly planning on it. What is there to say? He fucked up, he knew it right after it happened and even a small part of him during it too, but there’s no going back.

He knows that not one word he could say that would convince you that he loves you more than he loves the freedom to do whatever he wants.

Now, though, he’s questioning which is a bigger priority to him.

You shake your head and scoff at him before turning, opening the screen door and leaving for the last time.

He’s full of too many emotions he doesn’t know how to name, so he screams. To the owls hooting in the trees, to the moon, to God if He was listening.

For the first time ever in his 25 years of living, Jaehyun had to come to terms with his emotions.

He fucking hated it, and he still loves you. That was the worst part.

[yutanology]

(UNEDITED) Yandere!Jake × Reader

WARNINGS : yandere, suicide, depressing thoughts, guilt tripping, mentions of dead body and manipulation

Jake pets your head softly while humming the same song that he always sang to you. Your body was leaning on his chest and his arms were securely wrapped around you, hugging you to keep your cold body warm.

He kept you close to him as possible, wishing that he would hear your heart beating and you breathing air out of your nose but no matter how he kept his ears open for you, he never got to hear anything from you.

He wished this was only a bad dream and when he wakes up, everything was completely fine but no. Everything is real.

He should've let you go before it's too late. He should've let you walk away. Even if it pains him that you're happier without him, you could've been atleast alive still.

He isn't usually the selfish type of a person. He had always been so generous but it's a different topic when it comes to you. He never wanted to lose you or share you to someone else. He only wanted you all to himself.

Losing you was literally the last thing he'd ever wanted to happen.

You really loved him. So much that you didn't expect that you'd actually fall out of love for him. You did talk about this with him and it only ended with a lot of misunderstandings and arguments.

"How could you even—" he gritted his teeth together trying to bite back the hurtful words that were trying to come out his mouth. "Was that all a lie then? Everything we had?"

The room seemed to be even colder than outside where snow was gracefully falling to earth. The first snow of December.

"That's not what I meant—"

"Stop telling me that!"  his voice echoed his anger. "If you really loved me, you could've not thought of leaving me to suffer alone after making me believe all those "I love you"s."

He was stupid. He trapped you through all those guilt trips and tiny bits of manipulation just so he could convince you that you were wrong, that you were at fault and you'd find yourself still binded with him.

"I'm sorry..." you were the one who apologized and he'd embrace you, telling you that he forgives you. After that, he acted like the arguments never happened.

Seeing him smile again relieved you but it worried you of how you can't feel the sparks and butterflies you used to feel anymore whenever you saw him.

You were too kind to ruin that beautiful smile on his lips so you decided not to bring it up ever again. The thing was, you never thought that doing that would make you suffer in return.

You tried your very best to keep Jake happy to the point where you mostly neglected your own happiness. Every night when he's holding you to his sleep, you'd stare at the ceiling wide awake as you wonder what you were doing.

The same thing happened again and again until you were drained. You hated to be this selfish but you were too tired to even care about anything anymore. And that lead you to drowning yourself into a peaceful rest.

Jake absentmindedly kept on petting your wet hair as his teary dull eyes stared at your pale yet beautiful face. Warm tears kept on running down his cheeks but he doesn't make any crying sound.

Just silently weeping over your dead body. "How can you still be this beautiful?" he asked, brushing a strand of your hair away from your face. He smiled bitterly.

"I-i'm sorry..." his voice cracked. He never thought that all it would take him to apologize to you was you being gone literally.

"I'm so sorry, my love.."

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minty breathe blew your right ear as he moaned your name, so whiny, so needy. your fingers tangled with his dark locks, giving them a tug everytime he hits that perfect spot that makes your walls clench around his cock.

he only moans louder. his mouth left agape as his drool leaks at the sides of his swollen lips. the bed creaked at his every thrust. both your legs shaking and your toes curling. it didn't take too long before you had reached your climax but he still didn't stop fucking you when he had already came for the fifth time.

you let go of his hair and wrapped your arms around his neck instead as he found his way into you deeper. his pace didn't falter at all but his thrusts were getting sloppier. you knew he wouldn't last long either.

you creamed around his cock again before you pushed him off of you. he let out a pathetic whine when his hard cock was exposed on the cold air. your half lidded lustful eyes met his teary ones. it's almost as if he's begging you to let him fuck you once more. you sat on top of him.

you slapped his cheek with the back of your hand. it wasn't that hard but it was still enough to make him feel the slight sting on his skin. your fingers gripped on his lower jaw, "aren't you getting a little too selfish, pet?" the change in your tone only made his cock twitch.

your other hand gripped on his cock, your thumb circled on his tip a few times before he thrashed, begging you to let him cum. "p-please! ahhh!" you let go of his dick, refusing his orgasm. frustrated warm tears dampened his rosy cheeks. "you think you deserve to cum after what you did?"

he did nothing but sob, reaching out for you to touch him again. but you're not planning to give him what he wants just yet. "cry all you want. I'm not letting you cum until you've learned your lesson." your thumb teased his red tip once again, earning another loud cry from him.

"this is what naughty boys like you deserve."

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in hell there’s heaven

half baked stories series. angst. 2nd person but jaehyun centric. warnings: cheating, weed smoking. inspired by solo by frank ocean

If Jaehyun could do anything in the world right now, he would go back to 3 days ago, slap himself in the face, and call you. He wants that more than he’s ever wanted anything in your relationship, but he didn’t do that.

3 days ago Jaehyun cheated on you. 3 hours ago the guilt hit him so hard he wanted to cry, an emotion he wasn’t particularly comfortable with expressing in front of you, when you told him you were so happy he was yours. Because, yes, that’s technically true, but 2 days and 21 hours ago Jaehyun was kissing the neck of another woman, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, and entering into her with far too much ease.

So 3 minutes ago he decided to tell you about his infidelity. Jaehyun never believed the “eyes are the window to the soul” bullshit until that exact moment when he saw in your eyes your heart breaking.

“I-I need a minute.” You say, walking away. You did that a lot. Insecurity built up from relationships past left you uneasy with the idea of expressing anger towards a partner. Even when you and Jaehyun fought you always conceded first, letting him win even if you were still hurt. Jaehyun knew this, and he always tried his hardest not to take advantage of it and you, always letting you know you had the space to be upset.

He didn’t say that this time, though. He knew he didn’t need to, that damn look in your eyes communicated it enough.

3 seconds of sitting alone on the couch, eyes glued to his shut bedroom door that you just locked yourself into to think, Jaehyun decides he can’t sit with these feelings.

So he doesn’t, in a manner that is just so him, he decides on taking the fresh pre-roll he bought from the dispensary earlier to share with you out to the balcony alone.

The old and derelict lawn chair squeaked concerningly as he sat down, but he doesn’t care. He takes the white lighter he bought himself as a bad luck charm out of his pocket and the joint up to his lips, flicking the lighter and burning his eyes at the flame. He takes a few puffs in, not inhaling, just to start the sweet burn. He blows softly on the cherry end to prevent it from canoeing before taking his first real drag, eyebrows scowling at the peppery taste. He hates this strain, but it was the only one that seemed to calm your anxiety, like truly mellow you out. So he sacrificed.

Jaehyun was famous at ignoring his emotions, bottling them up until they burst. No matter what he was truly feeling, he always expressed anger when he exploded. He lost a lot of relationships because of that, but you stayed, you always did. It takes a lot out of him to admit to himself that earlier today when he felt so upset he wanted to cry, he scared himself. Jaehyun doesn’t care about many things enough to want to cry over them, but suddenly at the prospect of hurting you his tear ducts sprung to life again. He thought they had shriveled up and died.

That’s one of the many things he guesses he gained from you, emotional freedom, assurance that he isn’t a waste of space and time, unconditional support in his dreams, and the gift of what he suspects is the love of his life.

He guesses that’s all gone now.

He’s torn away from his thoughts when the screen door to the balcony opens and you step out to join him. There’s a second chair out here but you don’t sit, standing and staring at your bare feet. He wants to tell you to go back inside and put on shoes before the ants bite you, but it feels like the wrong time so he doesn’t.

He chooses to just stare at you, your hair partially blocking your face as you look down still. He’s pretty stoned at this point, halfway through the joint.

He doesn’t know what to do, and time feels so very slow so he offers you the joint by moving his hand below your line of sight. He doesn’t imagine there’s a way you’ll say no to it, you know the scent. You must know it’s your favorite. You must know he bought it for you.

Unbeknownst to him, though, nothing can calm the anxiety you have right now.

“Jaehyun, I can’t do this.” You finally look at him, and the look in your eyes, those damn eyes and that damn look break his heart again. He doesn’t show it though, just pursing his lips and letting a frown settle.

“I-I can’t be with you anymore.”

He watches the tear roll down your cheek. He wants to scoff, but his heart is too broken. An unmistakable feeling of emptiness and regret fills him, a stinging pain that he tries to swallow down stays burning behind his sternum.

He’s broken. Fully, entirely, all encompassingly broken.

“Are you going to say anything?” You say.

And no, he wasn’t particularly planning on it. What is there to say? He fucked up, he knew it right after it happened and even a small part of him during it too, but there’s no going back.

He knows that not one word he could say that would convince you that he loves you more than he loves the freedom to do whatever he wants.

Now, though, he’s questioning which is a bigger priority to him.

You shake your head and scoff at him before turning, opening the screen door and leaving for the last time.

He’s full of too many emotions he doesn’t know how to name, so he screams. To the owls hooting in the trees, to the moon, to God if He was listening.

For the first time ever in his 25 years of living, Jaehyun had to come to terms with his emotions.

He fucking hated it, and he still loves you. That was the worst part.

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⟨ AUTHOR’S NOTE. ❌ here’s to a 9-part hc, this time it’s the neos! 5k words total — at this point, i might just name my blog oral fixation central instead of pretty boy central. i picked members who i thought would suit the scenario best, from power bottoms to innocent subs: pick your preference from the little ‘feat’ list below ⬇︎ and if you like what i do: interact and/or reblog ♥︎ enjoy! x

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stop, I might truly be in love with you. thank you for being so sweet and loving in hell there’s heaven!

omg no, u stop😭 u got me all blushy and yes, you're very much welcome!!!♡

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in hell there’s heaven

half baked stories series. angst. 2nd person but jaehyun centric. warnings: cheating, weed smoking. inspired by solo by frank ocean

If Jaehyun could do anything in the world right now, he would go back to 3 days ago, slap himself in the face, and call you. He wants that more than he’s ever wanted anything in your relationship, but he didn’t do that.

3 days ago Jaehyun cheated on you. 3 hours ago the guilt hit him so hard he wanted to cry, an emotion he wasn’t particularly comfortable with expressing in front of you, when you told him you were so happy he was yours. Because, yes, that’s technically true, but 2 days and 21 hours ago Jaehyun was kissing the neck of another woman, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, and entering into her with far too much ease.

So 3 minutes ago he decided to tell you about his infidelity. Jaehyun never believed the “eyes are the window to the soul” bullshit until that exact moment when he saw in your eyes your heart breaking.

“I-I need a minute.” You say, walking away. You did that a lot. Insecurity built up from relationships past left you uneasy with the idea of expressing anger towards a partner. Even when you and Jaehyun fought you always conceded first, letting him win even if you were still hurt. Jaehyun knew this, and he always tried his hardest not to take advantage of it and you, always letting you know you had the space to be upset.

He didn’t say that this time, though. He knew he didn’t need to, that damn look in your eyes communicated it enough.

3 seconds of sitting alone on the couch, eyes glued to his shut bedroom door that you just locked yourself into to think, Jaehyun decides he can’t sit with these feelings.

So he doesn’t, in a manner that is just so him, he decides on taking the fresh pre-roll he bought from the dispensary earlier to share with you out to the balcony alone.

The old and derelict lawn chair squeaked concerningly as he sat down, but he doesn’t care. He takes the white lighter he bought himself as a bad luck charm out of his pocket and the joint up to his lips, flicking the lighter and burning his eyes at the flame. He takes a few puffs in, not inhaling, just to start the sweet burn. He blows softly on the cherry end to prevent it from canoeing before taking his first real drag, eyebrows scowling at the peppery taste. He hates this strain, but it was the only one that seemed to calm your anxiety, like truly mellow you out. So he sacrificed.

Jaehyun was famous at ignoring his emotions, bottling them up until they burst. No matter what he was truly feeling, he always expressed anger when he exploded. He lost a lot of relationships because of that, but you stayed, you always did. It takes a lot out of him to admit to himself that earlier today when he felt so upset he wanted to cry, he scared himself. Jaehyun doesn’t care about many things enough to want to cry over them, but suddenly at the prospect of hurting you his tear ducts sprung to life again. He thought they had shriveled up and died.

That’s one of the many things he guesses he gained from you, emotional freedom, assurance that he isn’t a waste of space and time, unconditional support in his dreams, and the gift of what he suspects is the love of his life.

He guesses that’s all gone now.

He’s torn away from his thoughts when the screen door to the balcony opens and you step out to join him. There’s a second chair out here but you don’t sit, standing and staring at your bare feet. He wants to tell you to go back inside and put on shoes before the ants bite you, but it feels like the wrong time so he doesn’t.

He chooses to just stare at you, your hair partially blocking your face as you look down still. He’s pretty stoned at this point, halfway through the joint.

He doesn’t know what to do, and time feels so very slow so he offers you the joint by moving his hand below your line of sight. He doesn’t imagine there’s a way you’ll say no to it, you know the scent. You must know it’s your favorite. You must know he bought it for you.

Unbeknownst to him, though, nothing can calm the anxiety you have right now.

“Jaehyun, I can’t do this.” You finally look at him, and the look in your eyes, those damn eyes and that damn look break his heart again. He doesn’t show it though, just pursing his lips and letting a frown settle.

“I-I can’t be with you anymore.”

He watches the tear roll down your cheek. He wants to scoff, but his heart is too broken. An unmistakable feeling of emptiness and regret fills him, a stinging pain that he tries to swallow down stays burning behind his sternum.

He’s broken. Fully, entirely, all encompassingly broken.

“Are you going to say anything?” You say.

And no, he wasn’t particularly planning on it. What is there to say? He fucked up, he knew it right after it happened and even a small part of him during it too, but there’s no going back.

He knows that not one word he could say that would convince you that he loves you more than he loves the freedom to do whatever he wants.

Now, though, he’s questioning which is a bigger priority to him.

You shake your head and scoff at him before turning, opening the screen door and leaving for the last time.

He’s full of too many emotions he doesn’t know how to name, so he screams. To the owls hooting in the trees, to the moon, to God if He was listening.

For the first time ever in his 25 years of living, Jaehyun had to come to terms with his emotions.

He fucking hated it, and he still loves you. That was the worst part.

#nct #nct 127 #nct u #kpop #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #angst #kpop angst #nct angst #nct jaehyun #jaehyun nct

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@ONEUS hate to call u out but how can u call that tour a "world tour" when it's just Korea, Japan and America?😭

Gotta stop calling things world tours if you're only going to like three places 😬

It's like a mini-tour. Gotta start calling them jaunts, or rounds, or strolls.

#kpop #oneus icons #oh well lmao

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[4 : 03 pm] Jaehyun x Reader

The sound of the waves crashing to land slowly got muffled as Jaehyun's attention focused on you solely. You were standing there, wearing his white long sleeves, bare feet on the dry sand.

Though the wind blew your groomed hair in different directions, you still looked pretty as you always were. You were such a beautiful sight to see, very pleasing to the eyes of everybody. Maybe it was better that he's the only one who can see you right now.

He lifted the camera on his hands to his eyes. "Honey, look over here!" he told you. Just as you were tucking a few locks of your hair behind your ear, you heard his voice and turned to him.

Click!

You then smiled at him and his heart skipped a beat. He lowered his camera to take a better look at you. He returned the smile back at you. "The sunset is beautiful, isn't?" you turned back to the scenery where the contrast of warm colors painted the sky reflected on the waters of the ocean.

His eyes followed where your eyes looked. "Yes... it is." he whispered.

A little boy building a small sandcastle nearby curiously looked at where Jaehyun was looking at. Even he was mesmerized by your beauty. His little hand tugged at his mother's shirt. "Mom, look! That lady's so pretty isn't she?"

The boy's mother confusedly asked her son what he was talking about since she saw nothing but an empty space at where he pointed at. Even Jaehyun's camera took nothing but the picture of the sun setting.

#forever only #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #nct #nct 127 #nct u #kpop #nctzen #nct scenarios #nct x reader #kpop yandere #nct jaehyun #yandere jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun nct #kpop angst #nct angst #angst #wayv #nct dream

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[3 : 39 pm] Jaehyun x Reader

The thin—almost transparent curtains swayed with every blow from the wind. Jaehyun who was lying on the white sheets of his bed stared at the ceiling, on his arms was the guitar you gifted him. His fingers lightly strummed the strings.

The warm light coming from the setting sun gave an orange glow around his room.

He closed his eyes. So warm, calm and comforting. It was almost perfect. His heart ached when he reached out one of his arm to his side only to hold nothing but an empty space.

When his eyes opened, it made him even sadder to not see your sleeping figure next to him. Now that you're not here, he could totally feel how lonely it is without you. All the spaces you used to fill were empty. He knew he'd never get used to this.

Cause with every tick of the clock, his longing for you only grow bigger. The fact that everything seemed to remind him of you doesn't make it any easier for him to forget how much he misses you. He swallowed the pain creeping up from his chest as he blinked the stinging of his eyes away.

With another blow from the cool wind, he felt the warmth of your hand on his cheek, your thumb wiping away the salty tear he cried. He blinked. There you were laying beside him, looking at him so lovingly, a soft smile displayed on your lips.

He was too stunned to say anything. His lips were parted but no words came out. His eyes closed once again when you leaned in to kiss him. "I love you..." you whispered in between the kiss. Before he could say it back, you disappeared in another sway of the curtains.

"my forever only..." you're gone.

#forever only #jung jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct x reader #nct jaehyun #yandere jaehyun #kpop #nctzen #nct scenarios #kpop yandere #yandere nct #yandere #jung yoonoh #kpop angst #nct angst #angst

[yutanology]

I'M WHEEZING— pls idk if my humor is broken or wut😭😭😭

How NCT moans

requests are open!

obviously suggestive/smut warning

Taeil: in F#5

Johnny: like a lawn mower

Taeyong: prettily with autotune

Yuta: so loud the neighbors call the police

Kun: just normal and quiet

Doyoung: doesn't.

Ten: high pitched and bratty

Jaehyun: sighs

WinWin: chirps

Jungwoo: yodles

Lucas: laughs instead, but erotically

Mark: it sounds like a church choir

Xiaojun: like a bottom.

Hendery: like a hentai girl

Renjun: writes down "ahh, ohh" on a piece of paper instead of making noises

Jeno: barks

Haechan: in falsetto

Jaemin: growls

YangYang: meows

Shotaro: copies your moans scarily accurately

Sungchan: you have no idea, he's to tall and the sound waves fade into nothingness before they reach your ears.

Chenle: screams instead. it makes you nervous.

Jisung: beatboxes

#nct #nct dream #nct 127 #nct u #wayv #nct reactions #lmfao #i can't stop laughing

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My my my, Mr Nakamoto🤭

Yandere Boss!Yuta sets his eyes on Employee!Shotaro's gf YN

It had been innocent enough. At least, it had been at first. Enough so that Shotaro had thought nothing of it.

Dinner with the boss isn't uncommon in workplaces these days, but he should have realized something was amiss when Yuta told him to bring you along. Hell, the older male practically insisted, claiming that he wanted to get to know the younger and his partner better over food.

Shotaro agreed without a second thought.

Pulling up to the restaurant, your eyes widen as a small gasp escapes your lips. "Your boss certainly knows how to pick a restaurant."

Shotaro blinks, taking in the extravagance of the place just as you are. "He insisted we come here. Said it was a 'special occasion'."

"Wow," you blink, smiling over at your boyfriend as you step out of the car. "He really is dedicated to getting to know his new employees right away."

"You're telling me," Shotaro breathes, offering you his arm as you begin to walk up to the front entrance of the place.

Stepping in through the front doors, a lovely hostess greets you, offering you a polite smile.

"Uh, there should be a reservation under Nakamoto?" Shotaro asks, slightly nervous at the new atmosphere he finds himself in.

"Yes, I have a reservation here for Doctor and Mister Nakamoto, plus guest." The hostess replies. "Mister Nakamoto has already arrived. Right this way, please."

Stepping out from behind the podium, the hostess is quick to lead you through the main dining area and to a private room in the back. The whole while, you and Shotaro exchange a look.

"I didn't know he was married." You say, an air of pleasant surprise to your tone.

"Me neither," Shotaro replies, just as surprised as you are. "I guess they're running late from their job or something and will meet us here?"

"Probably," you hum, just as you reach the private room. The hostess opens the door for you and you thank her softly before turning back to Shotaro. "I know all too well what that's like."

Shotaro smiles lovingly at you as you step into the room, "I know you do."

The clearing of a throat pulls you both out of gazing into each other's eyes fondly.

Immediately, a warmth blooms on your cheeks as you take in the man that has now stood upon seeing the both of you enter the room. You hear the door click shut as the man smiles, quite fondly, at you.

"You must be Mister Nakamoto," you say, returning his smile while bowing politely. "Shotaro has told me so much about you."

"Please," he bows to you, his eyes never breaking contact with you as he reaches over to grab your hand in his, placing a gentle kiss onto the back of it, "call me Yuta."

You giggle, and the sound is music to his ears. "Taro, you didn't tell me that your boss was such a charmer."

Shotaro chuckles along with you, but his is slightly more forced. You may not have noticed the way Yuta's touch lingered on your hand, but he did. "You learn something new every day."

"Indeed," Yuta breathes, eyes still staring transfixed on you. Then, motioning to the table behind him, "shall we?"

"We shall." You smile once more, moving around the table to the opposite side with Shotaro.

Like the gentleman he is, Shotaro pulls out your chair for you, tucking you in gently as you thank him sweetly. Like always, he places a soft kiss to your forehead before sitting down in his own seat.

"Taro," you whisper, suddenly shy, "not in front of your boss."

"By all means," Yuta hums, his expression shifting from one of annoyance to one of pleasant ease in the blink of an eye, "don't mind me."

So, public displays of affection make you shy.

Although it irritates him to no end that Shotaro is the one to make you shy, to be the one who gets to hold you tonight and touch you so intimately, there's a part of Yuta that's glad for it. At least he knows what to do for when you're finally with him. Like you're always meant to be.

"So, Yuta," your voice calling his name catches his attention as you all browse the menu for the evening, "will your partner be joining us this evening?"

Purposely, your gaze flicks to his side where the fourth and final free chair sits. You fail to see the way his fingers curl a bit tighter around his menu.

"Oh, no, I'm not married," he replies casually, and both you and Shotaro are taken aback.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I assumed-" just as you notice the lack of a ring on his finger, he cuts you off.

"You have nothing to apologize for, dear," he smiles, and you feel Shotaro tense beside you. "Things will work out all in due time."

"That's a hopeful attitude to have." You say.

"What about you two?" Yuta inquires, his calculating gaze on the both of you now. "Have you-"

"Oh, no!" You're quick to deny it, your hand coming up to wave a bit frantically in front of you as you laugh nervously.

"Not yet, at least." Shotaro adds. "We've discussed it, but nothing's gone further than that, yet."

The corner of Yuta's lips quirks upwards, a small sense of relief washing over him. Good. That will make his job so much easier.

"Shame," Yuta hums, closing his menu and placing it on the table in front of him. "A pretty thing like you should have a ring on your finger already."

Both you and Shotaro stiffen, already having gotten the marriage talk from both of your families who constantly bring it up every time you see them. To have his boss of all people also emphasizing it is a little awkward, to say the least.

"When we're both ready, we'll take that step." You smile, a bit tersely.

"I meant no offence," Yuta hums, turning to meet Shotaro's wide eyed gaze. "I'm just saying: make them yours before somebody else does."

Something about Yuta's tone doesn't sit right with you. It almost feels as if he's threatening your boyfriend. A fact in which you do not like one bit.

For the rest of dinner, you sit there, tense and a bit awkward due to the events from earlier. The more time you spend with Shotaro's boss, the more he makes you feel uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. Almost as if he's hiding something. Besides, you don't like the way he keeps eyeing you. His not so subtle flirtations aren't helping, either.

By the time you've finished dessert, you're about ready to hightail it out of the restaurant. Unfortunately for you, social etiquette and manners stop you from practically running out before saying your farewells.

Once more, Yuta kisses the back of your hand as you bid him a goodnight. A slight frown takes over his features as he sees you step closer to Shotaro afterwards, the younger wrapping his arm around your waist almost instantly.

That should be him.

"I'll walk you both to the front." Yuta offers, and for the sake of Shotaro's job, you agree.

Once you step outside into the cool night air, Shotaro is quick to offer you his jacket.

"I'll go bring the car around." He says, placing a swift kiss onto your cheek and jogging off towards where the two of you parked.

You tense, not enjoying the fact that you've just been left alone with Yuta. Yuta, on the other hand, could not be more ecstatic.

"Thank you for a lovely dinner," you smile through the tightness in your jaw as you bow to Yuta once more, purposely taking a step away from him as you stand back up.

"Really, it was my pleasure," he returns your smile, albeit much softer towards you than yours towards him.

A shiver races down your spine at the fondness you see shining behind his eyes. A fondness you're all too familiar with seeing behind Shotaro's gaze. You swallow.

"Perhaps next time Doctor Nakamoto can join us as well," you add to be polite, a nervous grin tugging at your lips. You really wish Shotaro would hurry up with the car.

"But my dear," Yuta tilts his head ever so lovingly towards you, that same unnerving smile tugging at his lips as he meets your gaze, "you were there the whole time."

#yandere yuta #yandere nct #yuta nakamoto #nct yuta nakamoto #nct nakamoto yuta #nakamoto yuta #nct yuta #nct yandere #nct

[yutanology]

i read this masterpiece while my playlist of cigarettes after sex was playing and it was so... Chxgkaudypjlffkrisyvjcsfmadjatk

It's so perfect that my heart ached so good :')

in hell there’s heaven

half baked stories series. angst. 2nd person but jaehyun centric. warnings: cheating, weed smoking. inspired by solo by frank ocean

If Jaehyun could do anything in the world right now, he would go back to 3 days ago, slap himself in the face, and call you. He wants that more than he’s ever wanted anything in your relationship, but he didn’t do that.

3 days ago Jaehyun cheated on you. 3 hours ago the guilt hit him so hard he wanted to cry, an emotion he wasn’t particularly comfortable with expressing in front of you, when you told him you were so happy he was yours. Because, yes, that’s technically true, but 2 days and 21 hours ago Jaehyun was kissing the neck of another woman, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, and entering into her with far too much ease.

So 3 minutes ago he decided to tell you about his infidelity. Jaehyun never believed the “eyes are the window to the soul” bullshit until that exact moment when he saw in your eyes your heart breaking.

“I-I need a minute.” You say, walking away. You did that a lot. Insecurity built up from relationships past left you uneasy with the idea of expressing anger towards a partner. Even when you and Jaehyun fought you always conceded first, letting him win even if you were still hurt. Jaehyun knew this, and he always tried his hardest not to take advantage of it and you, always letting you know you had the space to be upset.

He didn’t say that this time, though. He knew he didn’t need to, that damn look in your eyes communicated it enough.

3 seconds of sitting alone on the couch, eyes glued to his shut bedroom door that you just locked yourself into to think, Jaehyun decides he can’t sit with these feelings.

So he doesn’t, in a manner that is just so him, he decides on taking the fresh pre-roll he bought from the dispensary earlier to share with you out to the balcony alone.

The old and derelict lawn chair squeaked concerningly as he sat down, but he doesn’t care. He takes the white lighter he bought himself as a bad luck charm out of his pocket and the joint up to his lips, flicking the lighter and burning his eyes at the flame. He takes a few puffs in, not inhaling, just to start the sweet burn. He blows softly on the cherry end to prevent it from canoeing before taking his first real drag, eyebrows scowling at the peppery taste. He hates this strain, but it was the only one that seemed to calm your anxiety, like truly mellow you out. So he sacrificed.

Jaehyun was famous at ignoring his emotions, bottling them up until they burst. No matter what he was truly feeling, he always expressed anger when he exploded. He lost a lot of relationships because of that, but you stayed, you always did. It takes a lot out of him to admit to himself that earlier today when he felt so upset he wanted to cry, he scared himself. Jaehyun doesn’t care about many things enough to want to cry over them, but suddenly at the prospect of hurting you his tear ducts sprung to life again. He thought they had shriveled up and died.

That’s one of the many things he guesses he gained from you, emotional freedom, assurance that he isn’t a waste of space and time, unconditional support in his dreams, and the gift of what he suspects is the love of his life.

He guesses that’s all gone now.

He’s torn away from his thoughts when the screen door to the balcony opens and you step out to join him. There’s a second chair out here but you don’t sit, standing and staring at your bare feet. He wants to tell you to go back inside and put on shoes before the ants bite you, but it feels like the wrong time so he doesn’t.

He chooses to just stare at you, your hair partially blocking your face as you look down still. He’s pretty stoned at this point, halfway through the joint.

He doesn’t know what to do, and time feels so very slow so he offers you the joint by moving his hand below your line of sight. He doesn’t imagine there’s a way you’ll say no to it, you know the scent. You must know it’s your favorite. You must know he bought it for you.

Unbeknownst to him, though, nothing can calm the anxiety you have right now.

“Jaehyun, I can’t do this.” You finally look at him, and the look in your eyes, those damn eyes and that damn look break his heart again. He doesn’t show it though, just pursing his lips and letting a frown settle.

“I-I can’t be with you anymore.”

He watches the tear roll down your cheek. He wants to scoff, but his heart is too broken. An unmistakable feeling of emptiness and regret fills him, a stinging pain that he tries to swallow down stays burning behind his sternum.

He’s broken. Fully, entirely, all encompassingly broken.

“Are you going to say anything?” You say.

And no, he wasn’t particularly planning on it. What is there to say? He fucked up, he knew it right after it happened and even a small part of him during it too, but there’s no going back.

He knows that not one word he could say that would convince you that he loves you more than he loves the freedom to do whatever he wants.

Now, though, he’s questioning which is a bigger priority to him.

You shake your head and scoff at him before turning, opening the screen door and leaving for the last time.

He’s full of too many emotions he doesn’t know how to name, so he screams. To the owls hooting in the trees, to the moon, to God if He was listening.

For the first time ever in his 25 years of living, Jaehyun had to come to terms with his emotions.

He fucking hated it, and he still loves you. That was the worst part.

#wow #just wow #nct #jung jaehyun #nct jaehyun #nct angst #cigarettes after sex

[yutanology]

ayo for your yan nct reqs, what are the criteria for requesting? ty!

Hiii.. this might answer your question. Feel free to ask if there's any more things you wanted to know and you're welcome!

#anon ask #ask answered #nct

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i really just want yuta to finger me until i cry. even when i grab his wrist and tell him through tears that it feels like too much, he just keeps going until i make a mess of the sheets. but he won’t stop there, soon enough he’ll have my flipped onto my tummy while he slides his cock into me with ease due to how wet i am. i wouldn’t be able to do anything but moan and cry as yuta pounds into me relentlessly.

that’s all i want 💞

#yuta smut #yuta hard hours #nct smut #nct yuta #nct #nct 127 #nct u