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bf yuta texts!
pairing: non-idol/bf!yuta x reader
warnings: a little nsfw?
me gustas tu
pairing. rival idol johnny + idol afab reader
summary. an imagined scenario of what it would be like to have the johnny suh as your rival idol.
warnings. suggestive, strong language, mentions of alcohol
note. i'm back? i think.
"and the SMA for the best composer goes to... Y/N!"
the applause was deafening, yet you remained stoic. with a minuscule smile etched onto your lips, you graciously walked onto the stage and accepted your award.
as the speech you prepared blurted out from your lips, a familiar pair of brown irises glared into yours. you could recognize them even among a sea of ten thousand people in the dark, you were sure.
"but most of all," your smirk grew. "thank you for hating me. you losers sure give me the motivation to grind harder than ever."
the cheers seemed to subdue as you caught his expression hardening. those mono-lidded eyes held cinch about one thing for sure— your dress looked awfully good on you.
sigh. that was all he could muster.
as you descended the stage, his eyes were raking over your form, red dress stretched over your ass. he realized that this vision of his would be enough to satisfy his fantasies for the rest of the month— because he knew he would never be able to fulfill them.
the dusk fell, and soon you found yourself in the ballroom of a hotel that had been booked. your body stumbled under the glittering lights as you brought up a glass of champagne to your painted lips. as the alcohol seeped in, you realized that he was onto you.
johnny's eyes were trained on you. despite managing to hold a conversation with 3 of his peers, his attention was solely on you. the Chicago native cursed the heavens above for not being able to get you out of his head.
groaning, he grew frustrated. "excuse me, gentlemen," he tipped his glass towards them, before making his way over to you. he sauntered through the sea of people, muttering out apologies to every body he bumped into— beelining for his one destination.
presence beaming with curiosity, the dark-haired man suddenly grabbed your waist and your glass, smoothly landing both containers of champagne on a table before gliding you toward a corner.
the music was too loud, but you knew that you'd still pay heed to johnny's voice more than anything.
"well well well," you giggled, grabbing onto his shoulder for support. "if it isn't my number one hater! how are you doing after losing to me?"
your open back was pinned to the curtain-draped wall as you peered into his eyes. there it was again, the infamous siren eyes of johnny suh, Chicago's heartthrob— those eyes loomed over your own.
your heart was swimming with desire, every inch of your being wanting to claim the man in front of you.
but you knew you couldn't.
your entire relationship with johnny was based on backhanded taunts, rude remarks to the press, and constantly spreading hate about each other on social media— there was nothing sweet about this story.
"my fans seem to be tired it seems, how could a lazy fandom like yours ever win?" he smirks, pulling you impossibly close to his body.
"oh there it is," you grabbed the collar of his blue thom browne suit. "there's the johnny suh i know! was wondering how you could stay put for that long," you hiccuped. the man wanted nothing but to kiss your pouty lips.
his mouth itched with the urge.
"and i was wondering how you could stay sober for so long."
offering him a simple laugh, you smack his chest, before allowing your hands to slide down to his torso. the white and newly pressed shirt feels crisp under your finger and, oh how you wanted to rip every button off them.
when you look up into johnny's eyes, he is staring at you with blown-out orbs, and you knew you were in dangerous territory. you just had to mark it.
time was running out. you had to do something— anything— to let him know that you wanted to accept this carnal attraction as much as he did.
you near his face, nose nearly touching the tip of his. johnny's chest bursts aflame, thinking that this is the moment.
the moment he had awaited for a lifetime.
"me gustas tu,"
you bent down, placing a small kiss on his collar. the red Dior lipstick transfers onto the blue suede, leaving a distinct mark. before johnny has time to react, you are walking away— blending into the crowd as your devious smirk floods his mind.
© nachojaehyun, 2024
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.
an: was listening to ella mai's shot clock and here we are. part 2 probably when i remember to actually create rather than consume when i'm on here
you'd just about had it with johnny...
you'd had it with him thinking coming over to your place and occasionally having toe curling sex was a date, you'd had it with how he'd met all of your friends and you were yet to meet his, you'd had it with how loosely he threw around pet names like "mine and "my girl", whispering sweet nothings to you - completely oblivious to the effect things as simply complex as "only for me..." had on you - you'd had it with how he'd cockblock you and claim you as his every time other guys tried to hit on you at parties, how he'd make no efforts to tell people off when they made passes at him, but heaven forbid another man did so much as look at you and all hell would break loose.
the worst part of it wasn't that you'd had to turn down men that were just as hot as him. oh no, not at all. in-fact, you were quite pleased with yourself for having bagged the fine specimen. a devious smile that was a code you could never quite crack, you'd come to learn meant a multitude of things, his gaze was one that could do so much as to leave you a stuttering mess upon making eye contact, his height foreshadowed the sizeable member that lie beyond the material of his beloved pair of jeans.
there was more to him than the physical, he had manners, something of his you admired. how he respected both you and himself enough to freshen up before coming over, always waiting for you to give him the 'ok' to come in when you eagerly opened your apartment door to his smiley, clean and comfy looking self, nice enough to use a coaster when he poured himself something to drink - something he remembered you'd given him a stern talking to for not doing the first time he came over - using the ottoman rather than putting his legs up on the sofa or coffee table, offering to wash the dishes you were yet to muster up the energy to clean, how cocky and full of himself he was...how full of him you were, never missing the opportunity to call you his tiny baby, his size having you mutter incoherent babbles while his hips moved sporadically into you, having no qualms about wiping you down and opening a bath for you right after, how good he always smelt after coming out of the shower, the notable contrast compared to the room that both smelled and looked like a sex marathon had transpired.
But no, the worst part wasn't how perfect he was, the worst part was that he wasn't yours...
it sucked how much your heart melted when he'd do so little as to flash you a warm smile, it sucked how you loved how possessive he got of you, it sucked how he treated you like you were his special girl, it sucked how much you loved him...
it tore you apart knowing you had come this far with him and yet whenever you were asked on the status of your relationship, you'd be the only one that burned of embarrassment when you received looks of sympathy when you revealed he was merely your situationship. you knew you didn't have the heart to confront johnny about how he had practically dribbled and made a mockery out of your feelings. how each and every time you'd convinced yourself you were ready to cut him off, he'd snake his way up into the gap of your thighs, lapping away at the front of bravery you'd put up as if it were ice cream and all you could do was lay there to melt.
if you hadn't yet mentioned it in the last six months, what would trigger the sudden change?
maybe it was the fact that the soft patters of water had prematurely woken you up from sleep. reaching for his phone for the time, only for there to be a pang you felt in your heart as you read the crude notification from one of the girls you'd seen at a party you'd attended mere hours early, while your boy-...friend was in the shower. not surprised by what you had assumed were his antics, you weren't angry, or even hurt, just sheerly and utterly drained.
for the duration of the party and every party prior to that, you hadn't over-stepped and told anybody to back off from making any advances on him. it wasn't because you had faith in him, you couldn't stomach yet another look of sympathy, one of those looks that made it very evident that you weren't his, you were just his favourite.
................
an: man i'm so incredibly tired but i didn't want you guys to forget me lmao.... here's a little something of proof i'm not dead and whatnot...
OT9:
Taeyong: nothing yet :)
Taeil nothing yet :)
Johnny shot clock p.1 ✧✥
Yuta nothing yet :)
Doyoung nothing yet :)
Jaehyun nothing yet :)
Jungwoo
nothing yet :)
Mark nothing yet :)
Haechan nothing yet :)
headcannons & mtls breeding kink
drabbles house hubby - n.y
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-johnny-
jcc ‘w magazine’
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