#nakamoto yuta x reader smut
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JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY ★ NAKAMOTO YUTA
★ GENRE! ★ smut
★ SYNOPSIS! ★ much to your boyfriend's annoyance, there's another guy who doesn't seem to know his place when it comes to you. nakamoto yuta knows that he's the only one you want but that doesn't mean he can't have a little bit of fun in claiming what's his.
★ WORD COUNT! ★ 5,630
★ CONTENT WARNINGS! ★ pet names (doll, pretty, baby); exhibitionism (yuta fucks you while you're on a call); dirty talking; size kink (big pp yuta); multiple orgasms; possessive!yuta (but like, in a hot and healthy way); kinda mean dom!yuta; dom/sub dynamics; breeding; choking; unrealistic display of strength; use of sex toys (egg vibrator); dumbification; dacryphilia; edging / orgasm denial; degradation (use of whore, slut, fuckdoll on reader); edited only by grammarly dot com
★ HUA'S NOTE! ★ weehee surprise fic! bam! it was inspired by this twt thread that appeared in the middle of neo fancams on my feed. very hot. very yuta-coded. been rotting in my brain ever since. i will be back on my wips (see: bullshit) soon, expect maid nohyuck in the second week of august teehee~
ever since the new hire in your office laid his eyes on you, he hasn’t been able to leave you alone. he’s cocky and arrogant and you’re almost always getting backed into a corner by him. it’s absolutely annoying and not once have you managed to shake him off. you’ve told him that you’re in a happy and serious relationship countless times but you have a feeling that he won’t take that as an answer.
you’ve told your darling yuta about him, lamenting about how he’s been getting on your nerves. your boyfriend has been helpful enough to support you through it which is more than enough for you. as much as you would love for yuta to come in and pick you up from work or send you lunch that you ‘forgot’ to bring along that morning, your schedules don’t seem to match up. he’s a decorated tattoo artist in the well-known neo studios and you’re just a consultant in a public relations firm.
to your absolute dismay, when the new hire was added to the office group chat, he managed to get a hold of your number against your wishes. it was inevitable but the fact that he sent you a text first instead of introducing himself in the group chat was nothing short of shocking. you’ve formally filed a hr complaint to protect yourself but it appears that nothing has been done, especially when he enjoys using work as an excuse to talk to you.
it’s a peaceful saturday evening, catching up on your favourite tv show with yuta. you’re sitting between his legs, back snug against his chest while his arms circle around you. your fingers are intertwined, his nose in your hair as he absentmindedly plays with your hands.
all of a sudden, your phone rings on the nightstand. you reach over and see the new hire’s number. annoying. he doesn’t even give you time with your boyfriend. you silence the call and toss your phone somewhere on the bed.
“you okay?” yuta asks quietly, tucking locks of your hair behind your ear. you nod wordlessly and take his arms to wrap them around you once again so you can play with his fingers. you know that he doesn’t buy your poor attempt at brushing it away but he doesn’t pursue the topic any further. instead, he kisses you on your temple and squeezes you gently in his arms. you figure he has an idea who it is and you’re thankful that he’s not at your doorstep at least. when your phone quiets down and your coworker leaves you alone, you breathe a quiet sigh of relief.
. . . until it starts ringing again, not even five minutes later.
a heavy sigh exhales through your nose as you glare at your phone. that guy should know that you’re with your boyfriend. god, you don’t even want to learn his name at this point. you get up with an annoyed groan and grab your phone.
“is it that guy again?” yuta’s voice calms you down for a little bit as you debate internally whether or not you want to answer the phone. he moves along with you and reaches for the remote to pause the show, filling your shared room with dreadful silence.
you turn to look at him and cock an eyebrow upwards at his tone. he raises both eyebrows at you in faux shock.
“he’s just a coworker, you know that.” at your reassurance, a cheeky grin immediately breaks free. you roll your eyes in an attempt to keep being annoyed but you can never really feel upset with your darling boyfriend. except for when he watches new episodes without you.
“yeah, i know, pretty. go on and take the call.” he urges sweetly while he pulls you between his thighs and nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck. you click your tongue, not wanting to answer the call but you know that you have to. this loser probably would be free enough to keep calling you all day or blow your phone up until you reply to him.
you sigh one more time for good measure in hopes that the ringing will end but alas, it taunts you in mockery. you lean against your boyfriend’s chest as you slide the green button across your screen in contempt. he chuckles quietly against your ear, enjoying being in your presence while you take the call.
“hey, it’s ilsung! from work.” you bite back the urge to snark back and say “yeah, i know.”
“hi,” you politely respond with a tight-lipped smile. if he sees you fake a smile, you know for a fact that he’s going to mistake it as some form of flattery towards him. “did you need me for something? it’s a saturday.” there’s a fine line between being friendly and professional and you’re proud that you’re able to tread it so freely. unfortunately for you, the person on the other side of the line doesn’t.
“oh no, i just wanted to chat with you. how are you?”
you open your mouth to reply but your words die in the back of your throat when you realise that your boyfriend’s fingers have wandered all the way down to your panties. you have a habit of wearing nothing but one of yuta’s shirts and just a pair of underwear, especially on lazy days when all you both want to do is just stay in and not move from the bed at all. his middle finger easily finds the hood of your clit and starts circling it over the thin cotton fabric, rendering you speechless.
“y/n?”
“don’t leave him waiting, doll.” you swallow thickly. in a feeble attempt to stop your boyfriend from distracting you, you try to clamp your thighs together and restrict access but he’s far quicker and stronger than you are. he steels you in place, tutting in disapproval and that is the second that you begin to submit to him slowly.
“uh, yeah,” you lamely reply. “i’m good. and you?” you don’t care how he’s doing. you’re too preoccupied with the long finger that switches between toying with your sensitive bud and gently running up and down your folds. he knows just how to get you worked up, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder where your skin is exposed. he’s quietly issuing you a challenge, you think, to get your coworker to understand the hint that you’re not interested and you want nothing to do with him because you already have a boyfriend who spoils you.
ilsung continues to talk about himself even after your short, clipped answer. your gaze is glued to yuta’s fingers dancing up and down your wetting slit, heat pooling in your core as your breath starts to hitch. when he knows that you’re too lost in the intoxicating feeling of his fingers toying with you, your boyfriend releases the grip that he has on your thigh. his free hand moves to your underwear and you were expecting him to slide it to the side, but he doesn’t.
instead, he slides two fingers underneath the fabric, gathers it with a quick curl, and pulls it up, pressing it against your hardening clit. you gasp at the sensation, stiffening up immediately but he shushes you in your ear. as if this isn’t punishment enough, he decides to rub more salt in the wound by bringing his other hand to your lips, index finger lingering with the scent of your arousal as he wordlessly tells you to keep your volume down.
you’re torn between telling ilsung to use a dating app so you can focus on your boyfriend and ignoring said boyfriend’s ministrations so you can hear what boring stories the sad sack of a man has to share with you. you catch bits and pieces of whatever he’s talking about but not enough to be able to follow the conversation properly. suddenly you’re thankful that ilsung is so engrossed in trying to sound interesting to you that he can talk your ear off without noticing much.
yuta tugs at your underwear again and you gasp quietly, praying to some diving being in the big blue sky that the man on the other side of the line didn’t hear it. your free hand is wrapped around yuta’s wrist weakly when he teases your wet slit.
“are you a family person, y/n?” your name sounds so weird coming from ilsung’s mouth.
“sure.” you reply absentmindedly. he continues talking—you’re sure he slid in something about how he finds it attractive when someone is a family person—but you don’t really care. the thought of getting caught fucking while you’re on the call with him sends a hot rush to your core. involuntarily you clench around nothingness at being claimed by the man toying with your awaiting pussy.
yuta’s middle finger circles your throbbing nub, free hand moving your underwear aside so you both have an unrestricted view of him having fun. you feel something poke you against your lower back and you squeeze your eyes close. as much as you want to throw caution into the wind and let your boyfriend take over, part of you feels guilty for hanging up with no explanation.
“he sure loves to talk about himself, huh?” your boyfriend’s soothing baritone fills your body with a wave of calmness. his free hand gently massages your thigh, dangerously close to your core as he continues dragging the digit between your folds, teasing your entrance before running up to your clit. “what kind of useless man woos another person like this?” there’s an edge of mockery in his tone and you know that this comes from a place of both pride and annoyance.
he’s not the only one who’s seething with annoyance, though. you have to hold a conversation you’re not fully invested in while getting teased by your own boyfriend. you start to drag your phone away from your ear, ready to turn to yuta and hang up, but he quickly grabs your wrist and presses your phone back to where it should be.
“no, no, baby,” he tuts disapprovingly. “you’re on a call. be a good doll and take it.” he punctuates his instructions by shoving his middle and ring fingers into your cunt without warning. you gasp from the sudden movement but it’s immediately silenced by him clamping his palm over your mouth. “keep quiet, pretty thing. you don’t want the poor guy to find out you’re getting fucked while he talks so sweetly to you, do you?”
he starts to drag his digits in and out of your clenching walls, curling them into a hook to graze the spongy spot that’s the key to making you come undone by his hands. a whimper is stuck in the back of your throat when he moves his hand away from your mouth, choosing to slide it under your shirt (it’s his) that you’re wearing. the calloused pads of his index finger and thumb pinch your left nipple as another warning but all it does is threaten to make you moan for him.
“so y/n, what are your plans for the weekend?” ilsung saying your name for the hundredth time captures your attention. every time your name comes falling from his mouth, you want to cringe yourself out of existence. you’re convinced he read one of those self-help books that uses psychological tricks to get you to like him back.
“uh, well . . .” your voice comes out a lot shakier than you expect it to. you clear your throat, trying to ignore the way yuta’s long fingers are making scissoring motions to stretch out your stubbornly tight walls. “i had a long week so i– ngh– just wanted a . . . a lazy weekend with– mm– my boyfriend.” you mentally give yourself a pat on the back for being able to articulate a sentence while making sure you don’t accidentally whore yourself out through the phone.
“right, yeah, boyfriend,” ilsung laughs dryly. you almost want to throw your phone across the room. you have mentioned yuta more than once and your entire office knows that you’re in a happy and healthy relationship. why does this one guy who just joined a week ago think that you’re lying about having a boyfriend so you can ‘play hard to get’? “your boyfriend just lets you talk to other guys for so long on the phone?”
“you were the one who called me and didn’t stop talking about yourself for ninety percent of the call, you self-absorbed jackass!” . . . that was what you wanted to say. you hold yourself back from doing so, but a soundless moan escapes your lips instead when the multitude of simulations on your body does nothing but turn you into putty in your boyfriend’s hands.
yuta continues playing with your nipple and chest, groping while his other hand starts to increase its speed. his wrist snaps up and down so flawlessly as the heel of his palm bumps against your clit to provide barely enough friction. the sound of your wet slick mixed with the steady, rhythmic pap pap pap fills the otherwise quiet room.
you throw your head back and rest yourself against yuta’s shoulder, completely depending on him to break your fall because you’re weak and you can feel the hint of an orgasm creeping upon you.
“i–“ you swallow a moan, eyes squeezing shut to physically resist a whine when you hear his dark, mischievous chuckle in your ear. “he’s not insecure.” the words slip from your mouth without meaning to and your boyfriend near damn cackles in your ear.
“that’s gold, baby.” he grins while pressing a kiss to your exposed shoulder.
“it’s not whether or not he’s insecure, i just wouldn’t . . .” you immediately tune ilsung out and focus entirely on yuta’s hands on your body. he continues rolling your pert nipple between his thumb and index finger until it’s rock hard, stretching you out by slipping in a third finger which threatens another moan to break free.
“yuta . . .” you turn to try and look at him, ready to say fuck it and have him take you immediately. his digits are diving deep inside of you, slowly coaxing you to your high.
“what is it, doll?” he hums in faux curiosity. “my fingers aren’t enough? you’re such a slut, begging for your boyfriend’s cock while your nice and friendly coworker is asking you about weekend plans.”
his hedonistic words and heavy rasp send a hot rush to your core and you clench around him at the sheer thought of being stuffed full by him. he mocks you so freely while you’re stuck between being embarrassed and turned on.
“god, look at how you hard clenched around me. three fingers and you’re still so damn tight,” he seethes under his breath. he pinches your nipple hard enough to draw another reaction from you and you feel his erection twitch against your lower back.
“need more of you, yuta,” your throat is dry, hips bucking in with every snap of his wrist up into your wet pussy. “i give up, i need you!” you plead with a slight croak in your voice. there’s a knot that starts to gently form in your lower belly, building up to your first of several orgasms.
your phone has already dropped from your ear, hand holding onto it where it sits pathetically against your thigh. you just hope that ilsung wouldn’t be able to hear, think you’ve lost connection, and then hang up. that’s the best-case scenario that you hope for, at least.
a taunting laugh leaves his lips when he drags his fingers from your drooling cunt and completely withdraws his hands from you. the tease of an incoming orgasm disappears just like that and you try to suppress the whine that almost falls from your mouth.
with his clean hand, yuta grabs a pillow for you before he presses your cheek against the silky fabric. you already anticipate him to remove your underwear—and he does!—but instead of dragging them off your legs, he rips them apart with his bare hands like it’s made out of paper. your lids flutter shut at the stinging sensation of the fabric snapping apart against your skin. you hear a soft thump next to your head and you see your phone, still on the call with an ilsung who’s calling out your name, visibly bothered by your lack of response.
“yeah, i’m still– oh!” you’re barely given the opportunity to reply when a warm tongue buries itself deep inside you. your fingers curl into the sheets beneath you, the fabric of your shirt sliding towards your chest as you arch your back instinctively.
“is everything okay?”
“uhuh,” you weakly mumble. “just stubbed my toe.” such a cheap, white lie but ilsung buys it immediately and continues talking despite some hesitation. he’s probably talking about his exes, but why would you care? you’re zoning in on the pleasure that your boyfriend’s tongue is bringing you, massaging your gummy walls as his nose teases your puckered rim. he reaches under you to roll your clit in figure-eights with his thumb, enjoying the way you’re pushing your hips back into his face for more.
you feel yuta grin against your pussy, slurping noises filling the room as you do your best to keep in your moans but it’s proven difficult. you’re convinced that he’s doing everything in his power to make you lose control and let go, to force you to break down and moan out like a whore for him, and you’ll be damned because you’re struggling so hard to keep your sounds in. he loves it when you’re loud, but there’s no way you’re able to right now with your clingy coworker on the phone.
“remember: don’t let him know what a good little cockhungry whore you are for me, doll.” he hums against your entrance, licking a fat stripe from the hood of your clit to your clenching hole. he even goes the extra mile to place a sweet, loving kiss there before he dives back in, lapping at your juices noisily with no care for the poor man on the other side of the line. you bury your face into the pillow knowing full well that you won’t be able to hold in your moans.
jolts of electricity run up your spine as he routinely swaps between lapping hungrily at your walls and shoving three thick, dextrous fingers in to reach the spot that’ll have you seeing stars. you can feel your slick running down your thighs and drip down to stain the sheets and your face burns from how hot and bothered you are.
there’s a faint buzzing in the distance and your melting brain can only decipher it as a call that he’s receiving.
“keep it down,” yuta warns lowly in your ear, making it clear that there’s no room for objections. you want to answer him but a squeal of surprise escapes your lips instead when he presses an egg vibrator to your clit. he tapes it down and makes sure it’s secure before patting it and increasing the speed. your head spins when he flips you onto your back with a sadistic, mocking grin on his face.
he tilts his head to the side in faux pity, pouting at your pathetic form.
“yuta,” you beg quietly and reach out to him but he moves back to let you know that you’re not allowed to touch him. you whimper in defeat but he raises the remote to show you who’s in charge. in response to your lack of quietude, he presses the button and a wave of pleasure rocks through you as he increases the vibrations against your throbbing clit. he raises his eyebrows, challenging you to go against him. you don’t need him to tell you anything because you know you’ve lost.
“tsk, tsk, tsk.” he shakes his head and leans down towards you. he barely leaves any space between your faces as a perverse smile spreads across his handsome features. “i told you to keep it down; do you want him to find out that you’re a slut?”
“i’m your slut . . .” you quietly whine to argue your non-existent case. the impending wave of your first orgasm is building up in your lower belly, all thanks to the overstimulation of your clit and his nasty words that fill your brain. tears start to well up in your eyes, clouding your vision as you sniffle and look up at him. “i’m your slut, yuta, don’t want anyone else. only you.”
if you think you’re good at sweet-talking, he’s twice better than you are.
“i know you are, doll,” he mocks your whiny tone whilst patting your hole condescendingly. “does he? you look so pretty crying like this, you know?” his clean hand reaches up to your cheek to tenderly wipe away the desperate tears that stream down your hot cheeks. lust swims dangerously in his dark eyes, watching you with a heavy, predatory gaze that makes you clench around nothing as you squirm underneath him. “wearing nothing but my shirt, begging for my mouth, my hands, my cock . . . begging for more of me.”
yuta gives you a soft kiss on your lips, lingering as he tastes the salty tears that got caught. when you start keening into him, moving your lips against his to feel more of him, he smiles in victory. his hand wraps around your throat and presses his index finger and thumb against the right spots. the gradual cut of your oxygen flow makes you slack-jawed, eyes rolling back as pleasure spreads throughout your system.
“isn’t that right, doll?” he hums lovingly. “i’ve barely fucked you properly and you’re already going dumb.” he presses down harder around your throat and leans forward. you felt it first before your brain processed it—he licks a fat stripe of your tears to taste it on his tongue. “just the way i love it.” his voice drops to a bare whisper against your hot cheeks and you can only manage a whine as a poor attempt to seek mercy.
the knot in your belly tightens, warmth spreading all over your drooling core. the sweet taste of ecstasy is right on the tip of your tongue and you’re so close to the edge that you could just grab it.
you feel something poke against your entrance. you want to look down and see what it is, hoping it’s his cock, but he knows exactly how to keep your mind occupied. he decreases the strength of the egg vibrator, depriving you of your orgasm yet again. he continues to turn it down until it stays completely still against your throbbing clit. tears spill over and streak down your hot cheeks as you look up at him through bleary eyes.
“yuta, please!” you manage to croak out weakly. “just use me, i’m all yours for the taking.” are you making any sense anymore?
“i know, doll, i know. we’re getting there.”
your fingers dig into the sheets underneath you and you curl them into your fist in frustration.
“i was just about to cum,” you whine a little bit more. yuta laughs derisively at your poor, pathetic form underneath him.
“i know, doll. why else would i do it? two times, too.” he kisses your knee while he moves back to remove the rest of his clothes. you vaguely hear the rustling of fabric before something hard pokes at your entrance once again. this time, you can confirm that it’s his cock with the way he slips it between your folds, collecting your pearlescent slick on his erection to lubricate himself. “you always look so irresistible when you look like you’re about to cum. you look even cuter when you’re all disappointed that it’s taken away from you, though. it just makes me wanna take torture you even more. i like seeing you cry for me, doll.”
there’s a faint click and the vibrator comes to life on your clit once again. a quiet cry of his name breaks free from your throat, walls clenching around nothing at his dirty words. you don’t want to admit it but as agonising it is to be edged, you love the dissipating burn that comes after each round that your orgasm is stripped away from you.
“now what do you say when you want my cock inside of you, doll?” he purrs, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other wraps your plush thighs around his waist. his tip rubs against your entrance, teasing but never quite entering and your walls are left clamping down around air.
“please fuck me like i’m a cheap whore.” the words come from your lips so naturally in one airy breath as you bat your tear-stained eyelashes at him.
“anything for my darling doll.” yuta eliminates the gap between your faces to give you a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips at the same time his heavy cock pushes past your entrance. your eyes flutter shut, thighs closing down around his sturdy waist as he continues to sink himself down and stretch your walls out with a satisfying burn. he swallows every moan that comes from your throat, pushing himself deeper even as you struggle to take him in. “always so fucking tight for me; is my cock so big that you’re having trouble, baby?” he pulls away just to coo at you condescendingly with a pout.
“i can take it!” you argue but it breaks into a mewl of pleasure that gets caught in the back of your throat when he increases the speed of the vibrator on your clit.
“uhuh, i know you can, doll.” your face burns, flustered that his sarcastic tone and words do nothing but make you clench down around him even more. “shit, i’ll cum if you do that. i’m not even fully in yet.”
“you’re not?” you gawk in disbelief but all he does is shrug dismissively.
in one swift motion, all of the air is knocked out of your lungs when he pushes his cock all the way in until his tip is kissing the roof of your walls. a loud cry of his name bounces off the walls of your room as your eyes roll back. after being denied your orgasm twice, the second he hits the sensitive bundle of nerves inside, heat spreads throughout your body like wildfire. static electricity buzzes in time with the vibrator on your clit as you gush generously around his cock. your entire body spasms underneath him and he laughs at how quickly you came but he makes sure to stay still so he doesn’t overstimulate you too much.
“i finally fit my cock inside of you and you’re cumming, little doll?” yuta caresses your cheek before pushing locks of your hair back. he lets go of his firm grip on your wrists to let you relax and come down from your high. the cool air conditioning feels heavenly on your hot skin, covered with a second layer of sticky sweat with the stench of summer sex lingering on the walls and in your sheets. “how are we feeling?” he kisses you sweetly. after making sure that the vibrator is no longer bullying your throbbing clit, he peels it away and places it aside as he repositions you both until it’s comfortable.
“‘m good,” you nod. your bleary eyes look up at him with a smile to reassure him that you really are okay. you reach your hands up to cup his cheeks, bringing him down for another kiss for the sole reason that you just want to feel him against you. “i always feel good when i’m with you, yuta.”
“yeah?” he mumbles against your lips, to which you nod again with a light giggle. “good. ‘cause i’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll probably start to hate me.” there’s a cheeky grin that thrones his handsome face as he leans back but you quickly realise he’s not joking when he cups the back of your knees with both hands and pushes them to your chest. he mounts himself onto you, angling himself to the spot where you know it’ll have you seeing stars.
his name rips from your throat in a cry of lustful agony as he begins pounding into you recklessly. you feel every harsh pull and drag of his cock against your tight walls, cockhead bruising the roof of your walls as he chases after his own high. his hips snap against yours in a steady rhythm to watch your eyes roll back into your skull and your jaw hang loose as you submit to the waves of pleasure that consume you. your body burns alight, lower belly forming that familiar knot once again.
he’s buried deep inside of you, heavy balls smacking against the curve of your ass with each harsh thrust, filling you up and stretching you out. yuta repositions your legs to hook them over his shoulders. you want to ask him why he’s slowing down but your body locks up the second you feel a faint buzzing pressing on your clit again.
“yuta!” what’s supposed to be a whine comes out mixed with a wanton moan of equal parts pleasure and desperation.
“what? i’m the bad guy for wanting you to cum on my cock, doll?” that immediately shuts you up as you fist the sheets underneath you. the only thing on your mind is how good his cock feels while he fucks your brains out. your throbbing bud pulses in response to the vibrations increasing in speed, in turn, makes you call out for him again. he barely pays your weak protests any mind, far too focused on the way your pussy clenches around him and sucks him in every time he pulls out. “gonna cum for me again, little doll? i wanna see how messy you can get.” he turns up the strength again and you squeal in surprise at the sudden change.
“i can’t, i’m gonna cum, shit!” by now, your thighs are quaking and you’re trembling like a leaf underneath him. everything is too much all at once—the vibrator on your clit, his cock ruining your insides without mercy—and to further push you over the edge, he tosses the remote controller aside to wrap his hand around your throat.
“cum for me.” he whispers darkly in your ear. the second he finds the correct pressure points and presses down, you blank out.
hot white spreads throughout your body in a quick motion. stars constellate your vision and your entire body spasms underneath him as a burning buzz seeps through your veins, fluttering walls gushing generously around his cock while you ride out your high.
“that’s it, that’s it,” he coaxes you through your orgasm, slowly letting go of your throat. “such a good fuckdoll for me, aren’t you? fuck, i’m close. just a little longer, baby.” the buzzing against your clit slowly ceases to a stop as he whispers praises into your ear. his thrusts grow sloppy and frenzied as he chases after his own high.
you look up at him through bleary eyes and he looks absolutely stunning. his long, dark locks are beyond messy, bouncing with every erratic movement, some tendrils sticking to the sides of his face and forehead as beads of sweat drip down his chin. your body burns from the overstimulation but you love it anyway, whimpering when his hips stutter against yours and he slows down.
thick ropes of his hot seed pour into you, filling you up to the brim and even overflowing to get caught on both your pubic hairs. you practically sink into the mattress underneath you as his cum drips down your hole, weakly reaching up to cuddle your boyfriend.
“oh my fucking god, nakamoto yuta!”
the realisation that you’re still on the call with ilsung hits you harder than both your orgasms did. you’re quick to panic and reach for your phone only for your boyfriend to use you as his mattress and bury his face in your neck.
“baby, chill.” he mumbles against your skin. as if to make you feel any better, he presses a soft kiss at the same spot. “i hung up on him the second i got the vibrator out.” you know that your boyfriend can exhibit the symptoms of a pathological liar, especially around his friends so you check your call history, and to your relief, he did hang up. it’s been about an hour and a half since he did.
“i hate you so much, i really do.” you groan and toss your phone to the side, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him tightly in hopes he’ll pop like a balloon. with what little strength that you have left in your body, you know it’s nothing to him.
“i love you too, y/n. my sweet doll.” he grins. your cheeks burn, flustered because not only do you enjoy the pet name but you also melt in his hold. “my darling, my pretty baby. all mine.”
“yeah, yeah. i’m all yours, dipshit.”
you’re kind of glad it’s a saturday because you’ll have at least one day to figure out how the hell you’re going to face ilsung when you’re back in the office on monday. but for now, you’re just going to enjoy all of the affection and attention that your darling brat of a boyfriend is going to shower you in for the next week or so until ilsung ingrains it deep in his brain that you’re in a happy, loving, and healthy relationship.
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10:42 pm - japanese lessons (nakamoto yuta x reader; suggestive)
"I am not teaching you Japanese!" snorted Yuta, halfway through his seventh glass of wine. "Please?" you pouted, "I wanna learn my boyfriend's native tongue." he rolled his eyes, "but you're an impatient learner and you hate languages." you scowled, "no I'm not! I wanna learn! I'll learn anything you teach me, I'm a pro."
And then an idea formed in his head, clearing his mind. A bad one, but a good one. A really fucking dirty one. "Okay," he smirked, "I'll teach you. Just a few phrases." he loved the way your eyes lit up like a little puppy.
He pointed to the sofa across the one you were both sharing, and you clapped excitedly and took a seat on the plush grey surface.
"Okay," smirked Yuta, "so the first lesson is common phrases." he found it cute that you were so excited without knowing a single word of what he was going to teach you. "This one is, "please use me, please, I'll be such a good girl for you." and it means, "thank you so so much! I really liked the meal you cooked." Don't use it on my mum, though, because she doesn't like cooking." and Yuta snorted.
You repeated the words innocently and Yuta's mind began to travel. He couldn't stop imagining the words tumbling out of your mouth as he pinned- "Yuta," your voice snapped at him even though you weren't snapping, "was it good? Did I do good?" he fucking love how you always seeked his validation. "Yes, baby," he pinched his leg, "it was so good." and you gave him that dazzling smile of yours.
"Let's teach you some more words," he murmured, even dirtier thoughts running through his mind. "This is, "Please, Yuta-san, I need you." and it means, "Yuta-san is so cute!"" he chuckled softly. You scowled, repeating the words, "I don't think Yuta is cute." and Yuta snorted, even though he was just about hard as wood right now.
"And this one..." he murmurs, "means "fuck me till I can't walk". Go on, it's not that hard." you smiled innocently still, "fuck me till -" and there was a loud shout.
"Oi, Yuta!" and Yuta cursed, whirling around. "Are you teaching her bad words?" he should've known. Fucking Shotaro, who didn't have any boundaries. He scowled, crossing his arms, "don't you fucking know how to knock, Osaki?" right about to kiss you, pissed off that sex wasn't going the way he wanted. He was going to tell you what they meant, eventually.
"What?" your cheeks burned red, "Yuta-san, what did Shotaro mean?" suddenly feeling funny and awkward; either from your boyfriend's broken kiss or the unexpected way his friend barged through the apartment. "Well, if I heard correct, what Yuta-san was teaching you was rude and dirty. Wanna hear what it was?" you crossed your arms at your boyfriend, glaring at him while speaking to Shotaro, "yes."
"So, what Yuta-san said, was "fuck -" and Yuta roared, "shut UP, Shotaro!" but you hit his arm, "no. Tell me!" face still red. "Well," grinned the kid, "what he said was, "fuck me till," and I believe if I hadn't been interrupted it would've been, "I can't walk."" and your face was, if possible, even more red than it had been. Your hand flung to your mouth, "Yuta-san!" shrieking his name softly, "I can't believe you taught me that! That wasn't what I meant by "teaching me Japanese!"" and Shotaro snorted loudly in laughter despite his hyung's firey glare.
"What else did you teach her?" smirked Shotaro. "Daddy?"" and Yuta shook his head, "no, we just use Yuta-san. We need to let her know to respect me in bed, too." and you shrieked again, "that means Daddy? Yuta!" mortified. And even Yuta was snorting. "What... what did the other things mean?" you mumbled.
"The first one, didn't mean "thank you so much, I liked your meal,"" said Yuta, "it really meant, "please use me, daddy, please, I'll be such a good girl for you." and Shotaro was cackling now as you let out yet another shriek. "Oh, don't tell me you don't find it hot," he sneered, "I know you well enough by now." and you reddened once more, "well - I - I would've liked you to at least tell me what it means first! What if I had said it to your mother or something?" and Yuta laughed too, "well, that's why I said not to use it on my mother."
Shortaro was in hysterics. Your eyes filled with tears, "Yuta-san! I said not to be mean to me!" and he shrugged, "when?" your lip bubbled. "Alright, Shotaro, get out. My princess was so good for me I need to show her a good time. And we're going to continue despite you watching." Shotaro darted, obviously something Yuta had said startled him. Yuta snorted.
"Why?" you turned to him, "what did you say?" and he loved how innocently you were still speaking. "I said, my princess was so good for me that I need to show her a good time, and that we would continue despite him watching. I'm sure you would've gotten the hint in a while; once you see the prude who just left not leaving." giggling softly at your shocked expression and noises.
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pairing: professor!yuta x student!reader
genre/warnings: smut, power imbalance, age gap, spanking, yuta likes fucking you in your skirts and hitting it from the back, don’t really think there’s much degradation or praise, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap ur willy)
summary: Nakamoto Yuta and his rings have caught your eye. In an effort to seduce your professor, you decide to take your best friend’s advice and change your wardrobe. You’re given an advantage when Yuta’s son asks you to tutor him, and it’s like Satan is handing you opportunities on a silver platter - but at what cost?
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a/n: ¾ of the Temptation series. feedback is appreciated!
“Who are you thinking about?”
You flinched when you heard a voice direct a question towards you. You turned to your side to see Ten, who instead of apologizing for startling you, leaned in curiously.
Nakamoto Yuta, you wanted to exhale dreamily. To say that you were besotted with your professor was an understatement. In class, you could hardly pay attention to his lectures, eyes too busy swallowing him whole.
Yuta was one of the most handsome men you had ever laid eyes on. His long ginger hair and gorgeous face structure immediately caught your attention, though after time you noticed more and more that he knew how to accessorize himself in a way that best suited his style.
The rings were a personal favorite example of yours - both the ones on his ears and the ones around his fingers. They came in abundance, never no less than two at a time. And not only did they complement his beauty, they were the fuel for some of your classroom day dreams.
“How do you know I’m thinking about someone?”
Ten rolled his eyes, though he wasn’t surprised by your response. It was very in-character of you to dodge the question. “Easy. Your face is in your palms and you were staring into empty space with a love-struck smile on your face. Plus you’re answering a question with a question. Now spill the beans before the lecture starts.”
You sighed, knowing you were caught. Then quickly changed your posture, earning a snicker from the man beside you. As one of your best friends, Ten knew you too well. And as of one of his best friends, you knew he loved drama and other people’s business way too much to be safe.
“If I tell you,” you began, reluctant. “You have to promise you won’t judge.”
Ten winced and said, “I only make promises I know I won’t break, love. And the fact that you’re telling me this alone is an indicator that I am definitely gonna be judging you. With love.”
“With love, my ass,” you groaned. “Whatever. Then, promise me you won’t rat me out.”
“Now, I’m no snitch. Your secret is mine, best friend. Scout’s honor.”
There came the urge to hesitate and hold your tongue, but you knew Ten would press until you eventually opened up. There was no way he would come out of the room empty-handed unless your secret was serious. In a way it was, but he wouldn’t see it as that.
“Fine,” you huffed. His eyes were firm on you and you could feel them, awaiting your answer patiently. You opened your mouth with a sigh and whispered, “Professor Nakamoto.”
Ten burst into a fit of laughter. Loud laughter that drew unwanted attention and stares from confused nearby students. He was red in the face with an arm around his stomach.
With narrowed eyes, you asked, “Are you done?”
Ten shook his head. He laughed some more until he finally calmed down, then finally managed to get a sentence out. “You’re trying to screw Shotaro’s dad? You’re unbelievable.”
“Not screw him,” you replied, then Ten gave you a look that made it clear he could tell that you were lying. “Fine, goddammit. I want him, and I need him to want me. Dunno how, though.”
Your best friend shrugged. “Showing some skin always seems to work. Men can’t resist their temptations.”
You narrowed your eyes. “You’re a man.”
“Which makes my advice more plausible,” Ten shot without hesitation.
Point made. If there was anything you wanted to say after that, the words died on your tongue. You nodded in response. “Touché.”
Even though you would never admit it to his face, it was good advice and you were having a epiphany. As Yuta strutted into the room and bid the class good morning, rings on his ears and fingers, an idea was born in your mind.
You knew how to complement your beauty as well.
As soon as the next day, your plan came into action. You wore shorts that barely covered your thighs and clung to your skin, pairing them with a full-length top to avoid raising suspicion.
Part of your plan was to start slow. Given it was nearly summer, you were offered some leeway and no one would second-guess your apparent change in wardrobe, but too much skin might have become a problem. It wasn’t that you never wore anything revealing, but something of this frequency and extent was typically out of the question for you.
Boys catcalled you in the halls. Unwelcomed attention, but it was a sign you were doing something right. The other sign - one of which you dreaded even more - was your best friend’s reaction as you walked to your seat.
“Holy shit. I see you listened to your best friend for once.”
“I always listen to you. Now shut the hell up, he’s coming,” you whispered, pretending to look as if you were preparing.
Class was typical which was fine, you expected no prompt changes. Your plan would be a gradual progress and you knew slow and steady won the race.
As per usual, you soon became distracted by your professor and began to fantasize. Yuta had a dangerous habit of running his fingers through his locks of hair, which brought inevitable attention to his hands. And thus his rings. Which spurred on your imagination every time without fail.
You thought about Yuta fingering you with his rings on, the surface of the material cool against your clit. The thought made your thighs press together with a shudder. It was always hell to think about your teacher during class because you had no way of relieving yourself, but there was always material for when you got home. Apart from both enjoying and needing the class, that was another good reason to show up everyday.
Soon you sank into thought. Someone like him had to be experienced. For one, he was older. Yuta had never stated that he’d been around, but sometimes he stopped the class to talk about things he did when he was in his twenties - which made you wonder what else he’d done. Then, he was devilishly handsome and you knew for a fact you weren’t the only one who had a thing for him. Yuta was the professor your peers swooned over, you could only imagine how many women his age flocked towards him.
Class came to an end which was fortunate for you. It meant that you got to go home and handle the ache between your thighs. Everyone left without wasting time and you told Ten not to wait for you. He shot you a knowing smirk and told you that he’d seen you tomorrow.
Other than Yuta, you purposely made sure you would be the last one to leave, packing away your materials ever so slowly and pretending to fix your clothes. Yuta never left before anyone and you could feel his eyes burn through you.
“No plans today?” Yuta asked, voice booming throughout the near-empty room. “You’re usually one of the first people to run out the door - and you always sit on the opposite side.”
That’s because I rush home to take care of myself, you thought. Though there was no way you would say that aloud. Instead you swung your bag over your shoulders and moved a premeditated distance from your desk. From where he stood, your legs were on display.
“No, sir. Just homework,” you lied. Of course you had plans, plans that concerned him. None that you could tell him about, though.
Gaze hard on you, Yuta bobbed his head and replied, “I see. Don’t let me hold up one of my top students, then. Have a good night.”
One of his top students. It was impossible to hold in your grin when he said that. Although it was true he was a major distractor when it came to your learning, you’d be damned if you didn’t make it your mission to study hard and impress him. Apparently, it was working.
“Goodnight, sir,” you bid him. Then you made a break for the door. Those plans awaited you at home in your bedroom and you knew that you’d be busy for a while.
When Shotaro approached you, you were completely unexpecting and somewhat fearful of what he had to say.
For one, there was no reason for Osaki Shotaro of all people to be approaching you. Sure, you had your mutual friendships and classes, but you weren’t close by any means and the sole time you recalled having a one-on-one discussion with him was when you were assigned together.
There was no class today. He found you in your natural habitat, the on-campus Starbucks with your laptop on the table and your headphones around your head. You only slung your headphones down your neck when you noticed him sitting across from you.
“May I help you, Taro?” you asked, throwing him a confused glance.
Shotaro nodded, breaking into a smile that you couldn’t deny was attractive. However, you were far too attracted to his father to be affected by his charms. “I got a problem.”
Now you were utterly confused. “I’m no problem solver.”
“Oh I think you are. I could really fucking use a math tutor and Ten told me you’d be my safest option. Said you wouldn’t mind, especially if I paid you up. I’ve been slacking in that subject lately and I gotta get it together if I wanna stay on the team,” the boy told you, albeit somewhat abashedly.
Ten, you slick motherfucker, you thought graciously. The connection between the pair was that they were both on the school’s competitive dance team together. Ten had seriously hooked both you and Shotaro up. Math happened to be your specialty and Shotaro lived with Yuta, his father. Tutoring him at his place would grant you even more opportunities.
“Holy shit,” you winced.
Shotaro nodded discontently. “Yeah, it’s bad, I know. Look, if you’re not down or something it’s all good. I get we’re not that close so it might seem weird for me to come up on you out of the blue. I’ll pay you twenty an hour, though.”
“On second thought, maybe I am a problem-solver,” you replied, much to Shotaro’s amusement. Twenty per hour for tutoring didn’t sound too bad, and plus, there was the firm chance you’d see Yuta. You outstretched your hand and said, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Shotaro shook your hand. “Alright, partner. When are you free?”
You told Shotaro your schedule and let him know you’d text him if you ever needed to take a rain check. He told you he’d follow the same procedure and you agreed to meet at his place for your first session on Friday. Satan was handing you opportunities on a silver platter.
When he left, you pulled out your phone and texted your best friend.
Thanks, you cunt, you messaged.
Ten replied back, Yeah, whatever. You owe me one.
That you did. But you were focused on bigger, larger things.
Nakamoto Yuta.
When Friday rolled around, you were beyond excited. Shotaro had warned you in advance that his father would be home and told you not to worry.
And you assured him that you didn’t mind. Little did he know, you were planning what you would wear the moment he let you know. It was a difficult choice. You wanted to wear something that would suit the heat though also not seem too much for a study session. In the end you settled for something simple yet revealing - a cute dress you found thrown away in the pits of your closet.
When you got to Shotaro’s house, Yuta welcomed you inside.
“Shotaro’s not here yet. He’ll be back soon. I apologize on his behalf for keeping you waiting,” Yuta said once you stepped inside and showed you to a spot on the couch.
You chirped politely, “It’s fine, sir. I don’t mind.”
He was quick to say, “We’re not on campus, you can drop the formalities. Call me Yuta.”
That made you blink in surprise, although you nodded nonetheless. It was definitely a step up the ladder and you hoped that you would soon be content. You didn’t want to just say it his name, you wanted him to make you scream it.
“The weather has been getting sunnier by the day, you’re probably thirsty,” Yuta figured, stepping into the kitchen. “Would you like anything to drink?”
“Water, please.”
Yuta kindly brought you a glass of water and you spent the entire time attempting to subtly survey him. When he handed you the drink, you tried your best not to stare at his hands. It seemed as if he wore rings no matter the occasion and they only made his already beautiful hands look nicer.
Then, you peeped his outfit. And simultaneously realized you had never seen your professor outside of formal attire - up until now, at least. That wasn’t to say that you were complaining. Whatever Yuta chose to wear suited his appearance and you could tell he had an impeccable idea of what style fitted him.
“You should learn how to keep your eyes to yourself.”
You blinked in surprise. “Excuse me?”
“You’re too smart to be playing dumb,” Yuta said, sitting to your side. You noticeably gulped in response to how close he had gotten, and his lips curled with amusement. “You think I don’t notice you staring at me? You’re not subtle.”
In spite of the water you were drinking, your mouth began to feel dry. There was nothing you could fix your mouth to say. Not only had you been caught, but Yuta was implying that he had noticed long before now. With that much knowledge on his hands, it would be simple to piece together why you were checking your professor out at every given opportunity.
The little smirk on his lips alone was enough to convince you that he knew your every thought that ran rampant in your mind. There was no other reason you would be looking at your professor so hard - staring concentratedly at his hands and face - if you had no carnal desires.
Acknowledging your speechless state, Yuta leaned in and slid his thumb under your chin, leaving you no choice but to meet his knife-like gaze. “Be good for me and maybe, just maybe I’ll think about giving you what you want.”
The front door knob began to jiggle yet Yuta took his time to pull away from you. He began to sip from his glass and you tried to quickly appear as if nothing had happened - as if your heart wasn’t racing and threatening to pop out your chest.
Shotaro burst through the door and headed straight for the kitchen, a single grocery bag in his hold. “Sorry I’m late. Summer is beating my ass so I went to get ice cream. You want some?”
Shotaro didn’t notice a damn thing.
You just hoped he wouldn’t notice the way his father was looking at you, the same way you could feel him staring into your back.
Over the course of the next couple of weeks, nothing had escalated but the decreasing length of your outfits and the thick tension between you and your professor. There were hardly moments where you were alone and whatever seclusion you did have was always short-lived.
In spite of it all, your plan was so far a success. The longing stares became more mutual and frequent than ever. You noticed that Yuta would unabashedly gaze at whatever bare skin was available to his vision, which came in abundance and less and less was left to imagination. There was no doubt that Yuta had noticed - you just wondered if he would eventually confront you about what was an obvious motive by now. After all, he had told you that he’d think about giving you what you wanted.
If you’re good for him, you recalled. In all honesty, you weren’t sure what that entailed. Between the line of good or bad, you weren’t sure where you teetered in his eyes.
But you hoped that you were good. You wanted to be good. For him. It meant everything that he saw you in the same way you did him, and now that you knew there was a chance you could achieve everything that you had only dreamed of, you were over the moon with thrill.
You wanted Nakmoto Yuta, and you were determined to have him.
Class was typical, as always. Again you were left behind, although not on purpose. A text from Shotaro hindered you.
The text read, Raincheck. I forgot I had practice today.
You texted him back swiftly and began to pack away your materials. But when you made an attempt to leave, Yuta’s voice grounded you in place. “Come here.”
At first you stood there, unable to move an inch. Though the commanding glint in his eyes made you feel as though you were under a spell, controlling you and making you walk forward, and you winded up in front of his desk.
“Yes, sir?” you said quietly.
Yuta shook his head. He said nothing, gesturing with his fingers for you to come closer. And you had no will to disobey him. Playing with the edges of your skirt, you turned behind his desk and made a noise of surprise when he abruptly pulled you onto his lap.
Exhilaration made your heart beat at an impossible pace. It thundered against its cage and made it’s presence known. As much as you had fantasized about your professor in such manner, you felt utterly unprepared for whatever plan ran through his brain. Yuta was inscrutable, that much manifested in the way he taught - unpredictable twists his lectures took that gave good reason for his class to be your favorite. Whatever he wanted to do to you was perfectly unclear, better yet how he would do it.
Yuta hooked one arm around your waist, his free hand leisurely stroking your thigh. He leaned into your ear and asked, “Any plans for today?”
Remembering that Shotaro had cancelled on you, you shook your head. Even if you did have plans, especially any immediate ones, they would have simply had to wait. There was something more significant on your hands.
Yuta hit your thigh and you bit back a whimper. “You have words, use them.”
“No, sir,” you told him, forcing out the words that felt clammed in your throat. He seemed satisfied, moving his fingers from your thigh to underneath your skirt. Suddenly, you were grateful of today’s outfit choice - it gave him easy access.
You gasped when you felt his fingers directly between your thighs. This was it - this was everything you had dreamed of. His rings brushed against you and made you shiver, cool to the touch just as you had imagined that they would be. Which made you wonder what else was up to par with your imagination. Curiosity filled you up to the damn brim and you were eager to know.
“You’re soaking,” Yuta commented, chuckling. “Were you thinking about me?”
That made you feel caught, though as usual, it would have been a bold-faced lie to say that you hadn’t spent the better half of the lecture imagining your professor doing unspeakable things to you. Whenever he was in close proximity of you, a moment rarely passed where you weren’t thinking of him. There was no limit. You couldn’t have enough of the man you craved most.
The thoughts hit you hard as soon as the question escaped from between his lips and Yuta knew he had his answer when he felt you clench around his fingers. The sound of him chuckling should have humiliated you, but your body responded with arousal. It was a blessing that your back was to his chest, eye contact would eat you alive.
“Yes, sir.”
“Thinking about me doing what?” He pressed, but the fact that he was still touching you, pushing his fingers inside made it hard to form any coherent thoughts or sentences. You wanted to focus on what he was doing to your body.
You took a deep breath and said, “Touching me, like this. I…, I always imagine you touching me with your rings on.”
“Mm, yeah?” Yuta hummed. “You wanna know what I think about?”
You muttered, “Yes.” Then, you braced yourself.
“Bending you over this desk and fucking you right in these little skirts you love wearing to seduce me.”
It was safe to say that Yuta had caught on to your shenanigans, but you didn’t care. There was no other thought on your mind except for him, and everything you wanted him to do to you.
“Please,” you whimpered.
Yuta feigned confusion. “Please, what?”
“Fuck me,” you begged. “Please fuck me, sir. I need you. Haven’t I been good?”
That was all it took for Yuta’s resolve to crumble, and in the blink of an eye, he had pushed you overneath his desk. The sound of his belt unbuckling made you tremble with anticipation. All of your patience had dissipated, and so had his. You needed each other.
Yuta pulled your panties to the side and you made a little noise when you felt the tip brush against you. “Ready?”
You gave him the go-ahead in a small voice that didn’t nearly uncover the entire extent of how much you wanted this. When Yuta finally pushed in, the relief you felt then was unimaginable. For so long you had wanted your professor, and now that you had him, it felt like a dream.
Impossible to miss, you noticed Yuta’s grunt when he slid inside you. That alone made you feel like you were soaring. His hands fell to your hips and his rings urged a cool sensation on the area of bare skin.
When you moaned, Yuta lifted one of his palms from your waist and hit your ass. “Unless you want everyone to hear you moaning like a slut, be a good girl and stay quiet.”
Easier said than done. There was too much pleasure involved, too much for you to be able to conceal. You bit your bottom lip, hoping it would do the job. It was the best that you could do to muffle your sounds.
And you weren’t the only one, either. Although Yuta was better at supressing noises, you couldn’t miss the sexy little grunts he made, his grip on your waist tightening with pleasure. It drove you near damn mad hearing him like that. The fact that he was so close to you did nothing to help. He was nearly in your ear, and you felt as if you could implode right then and there.
Without the presence of loud moans, the room was still far from silent. There was the lewd sound of Yuta’s hips rocking into yours each time he pushed back in, and thus your weight slamming against the desk with every thrust, and you loved it. There was something dangerously arousing about it and you were in no mind to care about how obvious you were. Nothing mattered to you in that moment except for Yuta. You wanted him to continue and not stop until you’d both finished.
“Fuck,” you moaned, unable to control yourself. “Harder, please.”
Yuta teased, “Can you handle it harder, baby?”
“Yes, sir,” you squeaked. “Please? I can take it, I can take it.”
Before you could add anything else, Yuta gave in and got rougher. There was no telling if it was real or all in your head, but you swore you could feel him deeper than ever before. His hips met yours hard, pushing deeply. His death grip on you became tighter, as if you would slip away from him if he didn’t hold you as tightly as possible. Every touch of his was practically bruising, just the way you wanted it to be.
This was something Yuta thought he could do all day. Watching you take him greedily was a massive turn on and he could see it becoming one of his favorite pastimes. He loved the way your pussy swallowed him whole. He loved the way you were still desperate for more no matter how much he gave you. The way you were so compliant and eager to please. It was something he could get used to.
“You’re doing so good,” Yuta sighed, voice tickling your neck.
His praise made your knees feel weak, yet so did the sound of his voice. It was like a two for one deal, twice the amount of butterflies swarming in your stomach. The only way things could have been better was if you could see his face, but you doubted you’d survive the moment you saw his expression as he let out a groan.
Yuta lifted his hand again and slipped it underneath your shirt, meddling with your bra and finding your breasts. He gave them a squeeze and you exhaled with pleasure, loving the way his hands felt on your body. You wanted to feel him everywhere you possibly could - no spot left untouched.
Hardly any thoughts roamed in your brain and you were stripped of every ability you possessed to think. All you knew was pleasure, and you wanted more of it. More of him. He was close to you - deep inside you - but not close enough. Never deep enough. To you, there was no existing maximum. There was no brink and only one word chanted in your head. More, more, more.
“Sir, I’m close,” you whimpered out.
Even without saying, every reaction your body made in response to his touch indicated that you were on the brink of an orgasm. You were clinching around Yuta and it became harder to muffle your noises, and you were sure that your lip was bleeding, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care yet.
It was so close you could almost reach out and grab it. The pleasure you felt then was inexplicable. It felt like all your senses had been heightened to an extreme, on an inhuman level. Your body was begging him, screaming for release, needing it desperately.
Needless to say, Yuta was no better than and not far behind you. His grunts seemingly became deeper, and his thrusts became irregular. But he never stopped - he wouldn’t stop until he was there with you, over the edge.
“Come with me, baby,” Yuta growled. He was fucking you like his life depend on it.
Whatever came next was a blur. Your orgasm struck you hard, clouding your vision with white haze, and you clinched around Yuta uncontrollably. The noises that escaped your lips were unpreventable, especially when you felt his cum spill inside your walls. Your body became slug against the desk and when you snapped out of your post-orgasm headspace, you noticed your professor slow and pull out of you.
When you stood back up, you felt his cum leaking from you and trickling down your thighs, and your cheeks grew hot.
Yuta snickered and buckled his pants back up. “How do you feel?”
There was no word to describe how you felt and you were still in a state of pleasant shock. Your thighs began to feel ache from the pressure he’d inflicted on you, but you weren’t complaining. This was the highlight of your day.
“Good,” you replied, straightening out your skirt with your palms. “Sore, but good.”
He smiled wryly. “When do you tutor Taro again?”
“Thursday. He said he would meet me at your house after practice.”
“Good. Come early.”
“How early?”
“However long you can handle getting fucked,” Yuta said with a shrug.
The butterflies were back. Unable to say anything, you gave him a quick nod and prepared to leave, after you cleaned yourself up.
Who would have known that instead of going home to take care of your arousal after class, Yuta would handle it for you. And Thursday you got to do it all over again.
You couldn’t fucking wait.
Part of you wanted to run, but when you rang the doorbell, you knew that it was too late. There was nowhere to hide anymore - Yuta would be coming any moment now.
You were a hot mess of emotions, bursting at the seams with exhilaration and nerves. Of course, there was no doubt in your body that you wanted to relive having sex with your professor. It was everything you had dreamed of and more. Although you also couldn’t deny that you were worried for a billion different reasons.
Relax, you told yourself. You had no reason to worry. There was no way that anyone would find out, Shotaro was utterly clueless and although Ten was certainly aware, you knew there was no way in hell he’d tell a soul. Plus, you looked nothing short of fuckable. With how short your skirt was, Yuta would be unable to change his mind even if he wanted to.
The door swung open and revealed Yuta, who already had his eyes on your body. Without much greeting, he pulled you inside and locked the door behind you.
You squealed while he dragged you into his bedroom, impatience seeping from his calm demeanor. When he let you loose, you stood by bed rubbing your wrist while he shut the door. You complained, “What happened to greeting people?”
“Hello,” he said, walking over to you. He reached for your hand and gave your wrist a quick kiss, then added, “Now lie down for me.”
Without hesitation, you did as told, climbing onto his bed and sprawling yourself out on his mattress. You kicked off your shoes and Yuta crawled between your legs, watching you instinctively spread your legs open for him.
“Black,” Yuta growled once he noticed the color of your panties. “That’s my favorite color.”
There was no way you were strong enough for this.
Yuta tugged your panties past your ankles and tossed them on the floor in haste, starving for you and begging to know how you tasted. His mouth was on you without warning and you sucked in a deep breath the moment you felt his tongue.
To say the least, Yuta didn’t relent. His mouth was impatient, tongue making you pulse more than you already were. It ventured over you, and you cried out, thighs squeezing shut when the muscle prodded at your clit. But Yuta was completely unwilling to be deterred. He pushed your thighs back open and held them spread, and you could feel the cool sensation of his rings digging into your skin yet again.
Moans of his name tore past your lips, urging him on. Yuta took it as sheer motivation, actions unfaltering and seeming to strengthen. You could feel the corners of his lips lift in a grin. It was an ego boost seeing you grip sheets and hearing you moaning his name shamelessly loud.
Wet sounds grew louder. Yuta’s grip on you only became tighter whenever you began to squirm from the pleasure. There was no doubt in your mind that Yuta wad experienced. For as long as your body had yearned for him, no doubt had ever been present, though now that his head was between your thighs and his mouth was anything but shy of your cunt, you could tell.
“Yuta, fuck,” you cried, back in arch. “Don’t stop, please. Please don’t stop.”
Yuta raised a brow, wondering where you had gotten such an idea from. The thought of stopping had never once crossed his mind. He knew what he wanted, he knew what you wanted, and it wasn’t that. He was determined to leave you broken.
It was like nothing that you had ever felt before. People had been between your thighs a number of times before, but something about Yuta was different. There was no way for you to put your finger on it in your current state, but whatever he was doing with his tongue was making you want to scream. You knew then the pleasure he was providing you was unreplicable.
Maybe you knew that the moment you set your eyes on your professor. There was a reason you were drawn to him, wanting him in ways that were illicit. Everything about Yuta had tempted to you, head to toe. In and out. The time between then and now was unbearable. Though you made efforts to distract yourself from the man you thought to be unattainable, no one ever met your standards. And you were completely unable to commit when Yuta was the one in your head. You needed him, or someone like him.
And though you sought for the latter, you were undone.
Nothing could describe how you felt in the moment other than delirious. You were beginning to believe that Yuta had been yours in a past life, that there was no other explanation as to how he seemed perfectly aware of what to do. Then, you thought that somehow, in spite of him being your professor and the father of one of your peers, you were meant to be. It might have been crazy, but that was how you felt.
And Yuta, you drove Yuta crazy. Which felt like an understatement - everything about you made him feel insane to his core. But he couldn’t say that he didn’t like it, or that he was opposed to the feeling. The same way you were tempted by him, he was by you, and he liked having you in the most delicate of ways.
There was no way you would have known, that was if his body said nothing, but he was hooked on you. Just as much as you were hooked on him, if not even more. It wasn’t because he was lonely after his divorce and needed to chew on anything that he could bite, which was simply untrue. Anyone he wanted, man or woman, Yuta knew how to woo his way to them. Though he didn’t want you out of desperacy, he wanted you because of the way you made him feel.
That much he was still in the phase of figuring out, but he knew that it was welcome. That was all that mattered.
“Yuta, I’m so close,” you groaned, entire body begging for release.
Those four words let out a beast in Yuta. It was like he wanted to ravage you, and you found that likely to be the case. Already had he been unfaltering, but it was clear that his efforts were increasing. He wanted to bring you over the edge and he would do exactly that.
“Cum for me,” he said, detaching his mouth from you for the briefest of moments. He let his fingers occupy you while it separated. “You know you want to. Let go for me, baby girl.”
As always, you obeyed. With his mouth on your clit, there was no way that even if you wanted to, you could instruct your body to do otherwise. You let your body be overcome by pleasure, your back in an arch as your orgasm hit. You let out a lewd moan of his name, toes clenching, and Yuta let you hold - much more squeeze - his hand.
It was intense, and Yuta didn’t stop until you had finally gone slack against his mattress. When he pulled away, he could only let the beautiful sight of you fill his eyes. You laid weakly on his bed, chest heaving in result of your climax. Everything about you then screamed fucked out, and he could only look smugly at his achievement.
Watching you made him want to keep going and eat you out little longer, test how much you could handle, but it also made him hard. There was only so long that he could go resisting the urge to fuck you limp and his restraint had dissipated.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Yuta growled, and moved towards you.
All you could see in his eyes was hunger. And when he leaned in and kissed you, it was even hungrier. It was rough and impatient, as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life.
You reciprocated, kissing him back with the same passionate and letting the heat in the room consume you whole. Yuta’s hands were greedy, clawing at both of your clothes and towing them above your heads. Whatever amount you wanted him he was sure he wanted you more, and he wasn’t ashamed to show you.
Yuta pulled apart from your lips and when you met his gaze, you knew exactly what it was that he wanted. He licked his lips at the sight of you and said, “Hands and knees.”
In an instant, you shifted your body, wiggling your hips in an attempt to make him move faster. You were stripped down to nothing but your skirt, something you realized early on he had a thing for. With how perfectly presented you were, there was no reason why he wasn’t fucking you yet.
The anticipation was killing you slowly. Yuta seemed tempted to start right then, but something delayed him. He reached for something on the bed and slipped a pillow underneath your elbows, a gesture that made your aching desire for him skyrocket.
“Fuck me, Yuta, please,” you begged. “I need to feel you.”
When you felt the head of his dick poke your entrance, you let out a sigh. You were so wet that Yuta slipped in with ease, letting out a grunt when he felt how warm and tight you were around his dick. His rings dug into your skin as his hands clung to your waist.
He begun with leisure strokes to let you accommodate his size, only becoming less shallow the more he thrusted. It was only your second time with him, but you already had a feeling that you’d never get to used to the one of how deeply he stretched you out. Yuta reached places you were unaware of existing.
“I want you,” he groaned. As if you weren’t already at his disposal. Those three words alone had you wrapped around his finger.
Breath hitching, you replied, “You have me. I’m yours - use me.”
Whatever amount of mercy he was trying to spare onto you quickly ceased once those words left your mouth, and Yuta picked up his pace, beginning to fuck you hard. You emit a moan and let him have his way with your body. After your previous encounter, he knew that you liked it rough. Your face was being dug into one of the pillows yet you had no complaints.
Neither did he. Yuta found himself admiring how you took him and the way you felt around him yet again. A welcome mixture of tight, wet, and warm that made fucking you feel like a treat. If you wanted him to use you then he was more than willing to do so.
And there was something about it being you that he was fucking that made the experience like nothing else. He was too attracted to you. As much as you thought about him, he could guarantee he thought about you all the same. In several ways, fantasizing about you in countless positions. But he was going to take his time with you. Knowing you, you weren’t one to shy away from your desires - rather cave in to them - and if he was what you wanted, then you would let him have you. Whatever he wanted, he knew you would provide the best way you knew how.
It wasn’t a one-sided thing. The more time Yuta spent around you, the more fond of you he became. He knew you would bend over backwards, forwards, and every way in between for him, and it was mutual. He was tempted to give you the world.
After all, you were the subject of his dreams. He was crazy about you, and he wouldn’t change a damn thing.
Something was bothering you. It felt good, having him like this, but there was something that you were craving. And you quickly realized that it was the urge to see Yuta’s face. You wanted to see every scrunch of his face, every falter in his expression. You wanted to see his eyes shut and watch how his lips parted as he groaned your name. You wanted to see it all - every minor detail, every fleeting face he made. That was what you desired more than anything.
You tilted your face, just so that the pillow wouldn’t muffle your sounds and called in a moan-y voice, “Yuta…,”
“Mm, baby?” Yuta answered, continuing to rock his hips into yours.
“I wanna - I wanna see your face,” you stammered, hardly able to get words out with how amazingly he was fucking you. He was enjoying the effect he had on you, needlessly to say. “Can I please see your face?”
It was impossible to tell you no. Yuta wanted to give you the world, after all. He would sacrifice his adoration for hitting you from the back if that was what it took to satisfy you. He held distaste for your muffle sounds and not being able to see the mess he was making on your own pretty face anyways.
“Whatever you want, baby girl.”
Yuta flipped you over so that you were lying on your stomach, then entered back inside you with haste. When you finally caught a glimpse of his face, sweat made his hair cling to his face and beads of it damped his skin. It was a beautiful sight you were grateful to witness.
In return, Yuta adored the fucked out daze you casted him. There was nothing he loved more than seeing you like that, in a state of evident pleasure as a result of everything he was doing to your body. He fucking loved it.
You wrapped your legs around his back, desperate to feel him deeper. Yuta only chuckled at the gesture, finding it both hot and amusing that you were so needy for him. It was typical of you to want to feel him to the extreme, you simply couldn’t have enough of him.
“Sir,” you moaned. There were no words to explain how you felt right now.
Yuta slowed his thrust and grabbed your chin, forcing eye contact. “What’s my name?”
Wide-eyed, you stammered, “Y-Yuta.”
“Say it again.”
“Yuta!” you exclaimed, moving your hips in attempts to feel his previous pace. “Yuta, Yuta.”
Yuta grinned smugly, but picked up the pace of his thrusts and said, “And I’ll make sure you don’t forget it.”
Yuta brought his hand to your clit and began rubbing you there, watching how your body responded to his touches. You began to squirm and true to his word, made you cry out his name. You felt like you were on fire, heat consuming you whole, but you wanted it all to spread. It felt too good, Yuta’s thrusts and his hands and rings on the very surface of your skin skin.
“Oh, god,” you whimpered. You needed release, you were chasing after it. It was so close, and Yuta could tell.
“How bad do you wanna cum?” Yuta asked you, growling into your ear.
“So bad. I need it. I need it, Yuta. Please,” you begged. With the sexy sounds he was making you weren’t sure you would be able to delay your orgasm any longer.
Satisfied, Yuta bobbed his head and purred, “Give it to me then, baby.”
The moment you approached your climax, Yuta gave you his hand again and you gripped it fiercely as you emitted a loud, crying string of his name. Your whole body shook with orgasm, toes clenching and your eyes closing shut as it washed over you. Yuta came inside you with a grunt, rings digging into your flesh as he held you and filled you up to the brim. When you both finally finished, you laid on his mattress, catching your breath, and he pulled out.
Yuta tilted his head and asked, “Feel good?”
“Feel great,” you chirped, smiling lazily.
He bobbed his head, smiling back and said, “You didn’t forget what I said, did you? I hope you’re not tired.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, ask if to ask him - Why? The smug look on his face added up to your confusion, and you felt like there was something you were missing.
“Baby, you came here two hours hourly. That’s how long you’re getting fucked.”
Realization creeped upon you, and you recalled the exchange you had back in his classroom. Oh, boy, you thought. He was going to ruin you.
And in all honesty, you were fine with that.
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5-way ticket
Johnny Suh, Lee Taeyong, Mark Lee & Nakamoto Yuta x Male Reader
cw: idol au; tops johnny, taeyong, mark and yuta; unprotected sex, breeding, facial, dumbification, musk kink, degradation, praising, feminization.
an: lowkey think this is a mess, writing 3+ -somes is so hard so ntm. also this is the only fivesome you would see in this account.
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today it's the day where yn finally would see his favorite group, nct 127, at concert. he also won a vip ticket so he can go and meet them backstage.
yn went greeting each member and talking to them one by one but he felt something different when he talked to johnny, yuta, taeyong and mark… their stares were like those of a hunter looking for a prey…
it was time to say goodbye when mark suddenly whispered in a sexy low voice “see you here after the concert” his breath tickling yn's neck.
“fuckk!! i knew he was good for this” moaned johnny impaling his huge dick inside yn's hole.
“damn he really is” mark said while mouthfucking the fanboy.
yn felt like he was in paradise, having 4 cocks just for him; one in his mouth, other in his ass and the other two on each hand. their musk was like a drug for yn, it made him more eager to just be used by the four all the time they want.
they idols decide to rotate every once in a while, johnny would now put his cock in yn's right hand while yuta would now fuck his mouth, mark moves to the left hand and taeyong rims his ass to fuck him minutes later.
they rotate again, mark didn't waste time and put all his dick in at once “how are you still so tight after taking two dicks already” he started to jerk off yn while thrusting harshly.
“open up for me whore” yuta taps yn's thighs and the fanboy obeys, he clenches his hole into nothing as if it's asking impatiently for yuta's cock. he rubs the tip against the abused hole, yn whimpered impatiently with taeyong's dick stuffing his mouth.
minutes passed and the idols still were at it, yn was regretting it now they had a lot of stamina. being double penetrated back to back by every member has left his hole gaping and dripping a mix of fluids. every cock managed to brush his prostate making him seeing stars for how good he was being fucked. “i'm about to cum” yuta said introducing his cock quickly inside yn's ass and came inside he kept thrusting to ride his high. “move let me churn it and add some more” mark winked at yuta and fucked yn until he came inside. next it's the turn for taeyong and johnny while taeyong fucked the ass, johnny fucked the mouth. “you did so well prince” johnny praised while slapping his cheek lightly, “yeah… thank you for letting us use your boy-pussy” taeyong added emptying his balls inside, every throb of his cock making yn squirm in pleasure. “shit” johnny pulled his cock out quickly, leaving it resting on yn's face spurting ropes of thick cum on his face.
the other day yn woke up in a hotel room, the pain on his lower back killing him but it was worth it, not all days you get to be fucked by a member of your favorite group “hell, i was lucky i got four of them inside me”, he stood up from the bed ready to go to the shower when he found a little card with a number on the nightstand next to him “call us whenever you want to have a really fun time”.
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Fuck the Police
Summary: Your ability to read people's minds is very useful for the police during interrogations. And that's how you meet Yuta, a werewolf accused of stealing a car.
Pairing: Werewolf! Yuta x Witch! Female reader
Warnings: Magic AU, werewolf AU, smut, Yuta being a menace
“How many times do I have to tell you? You got the wrong guys!” Yuta repeated after who knows how many times. He tried to be as calm as possible at first, reminding himself that these people were doing their job, but god was this dude dense.
“They saw you,” an equally exhausted policeman groaned. He had easily been arguing with the suspected criminal for an hour without getting any information from him. The younger boy next to him, Shotaro, wasn’t particularly helpful either, squirming nervously on his seat and nodding to everything the older man said.
“No one saw us because we were not there! Jesus, are you dumb?!” Yuta exclaimed, raising his voice.
The policeman tilted his head and stared down at Yuta. “If I were you, I would be very careful with how I talk to the police.”
“Fuck the police,” Yuta hissed, and at that minute the door opened and a beautiful young woman came in. Yuta’s mouth fell open. He wasn’t a fan of police uniforms but damn did it look good on you. Or maybe it wasn’t the uniform, but you? Because no matter how much the clothes covered, your curves were still visible and oh so much appreciated…
“Did you call for me, Officer Choi?” You asked your colleague.
“Sorry to bother you, officer L/N. I’m afraid I need some help interrogating these two,” he replied, standing up and pulling out an empty chair for you to sit like he often did. Damn, Yuta wished he had been the one to do that for you but he was handcuffed to the table.
You nodded and thanked him, before taking a seat in front of the two Japanese men. One of them kept looking at his own hands on the table and looked like he was about to cry. The other… was basically devouring you with his eyes.
You weren’t new to this type of scenario. Your ability to literally read people’s minds was often needed for interrogations, and you knew how to keep a straight face no matter how intimidating the criminal was. But this guy? He was fucking hot.
You cleared your throat and focused on your task instead. After reading the documents and hearing what you needed to know from Seungcheol Choi, you started the interrogation. “Did you steal this car?” You asked straight to the point, showing the two men in front of you a picture of the missing vehicle.
“…What if we did?” The guy who according to the document in front of you was called Yuta Nakamoto replied after a few seconds.
You couldn’t help the surprised look on your face, which wasn’t as surprised as Seungcheol’s; so this guy really argued with him for hours just to confess the moment you walked in? And the winning prize goes to Shotaro, whose eyes were wide in terror as he stared at Yuta.
“…So, did you?” You insisted.
“I mean, we could have,” Yuta shrugged.
“WE DIDN’T!” The younger, terrified man let his voice be heard for the first time, shaking his head. “We really didn’t!”
You looked into Shotaro’s eyes and concentrated on reading his thoughts. He was being honest. But then what was the other guy’s deal? You tried to read Yuta’s mind and regretted it immediately; all his thoughts were focused on you, your face…
That mouth, what pretty sounds can it make?
You sat up straight and tried not to blush too hard.
“Please, concentrate on the question, Mr. Nakamoto,” you said through gritted teeth. “Are you innocent?”
“I’m far from that,” he replied, allowing his eyes to travel down your body. Next to him, Shotaro groaned.
“This is the worst possible moment to flirt! I don’t wanna go to jail!” He hissed at Yuta in Japanese.
“We’ll go to jail if we have to,” the older replied firmly.
“We literally don’t have to! We didn’t do anything wrong!”
“Shotaro, just trust me.”
“ No!” the younger replied. “ You’re not thinking straight because you’re horny.”
“I’m not just horny, pup,” Yuta chuckled, his eyes sparkling like never before. “I have just met my forever mate. I imprinted.”
“HUH?!” Shotaro yelled.
On the opposite side of the table, Seungcheol and you stared at each other and then back to the wolves who suddenly seemed very excited about something.
“What’s going on?” Seungcheol mumbled.
“I don't know! They’re thinking too fast and in a language that I don’t understand!” You hissed back.
“Hey!” Seungcheol yelled, his authoritative tone catching everyone’s attention. “Did you do it or not?!”
“Maybe,” Yuta said.
“No!” Shotaro said at the same time.
And then they went back to arguing with each other.
“That one seems to be honest,” you told Seungcheol, pointing at Shotaro. “But the other guy’s head is a mess, so I can’t be sure…”
Seungcheol let out a frustrated sigh. His job could be so exhausting sometimes.
And then he suddenly smirked, his eyes shining excitedly like he just had the best idea ever.
“Could you please get us something to drink? I bet these men are very thirsty,” he said, giving you a pointed look that lets you know immediately what type of drink he was talking about. The serum of truth wasn’t something your department would normally use. They carried out regular interrogations by just talking to suspects and, if it was really necessary, they would call you to read their minds. But this interrogation wasn’t going anywhere even with you there, and neither you nor Seungcheol was getting paid extra hours.
So you came back to the interrogation room after a few minutes, carrying a tray with four glasses of water, making sure to remember which ones had the serum and placing them in front of the two men who were giving you and Seungcheol a headache. They thanked you, and Yuta was the first to drink it absentmindedly while still talking to his friend like two policemen weren’t there waiting for them to finally confess, and then he grimaced. He put his glass down and grabbed Shotaro’s hand when he was about to drink his own. Shotaro gave him a confused look but Yuta turned his attention to you.
“What a naughty girl, officer,” he purred, licking his lips. “Making regular citizens drink the serum of truth.”
“It’s legal in this state,” Seungcheol answered quickly, making Yuta’s attention turn to him instead.
“Not without consent,” Yuta scoffed. “You tricked us into drinking it.”
“We didn’t,” you said. “The glass simply was on the table and you took it by choice. We didn’t say a word to you.”
Yuta’s eyes were on you again, and his lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “God, I love a smart woman,” he said. “You’re so fucking attractive.”
“Watch it,” Seungcheol hissed in a protective manner, while you tried your best to remain unaffected in spite of your ears and cheeks turning hot.
“I thought you wanted me to be honest,” Yuta challenged. “Well, I have no choice now, so ask me anything.”
You cleared your throat and tried to start the interrogation again. “Did you–”
“I imprinted on you,” Yuta stated before you had the chance to finish the question. Next to him, Shotaro sighed tiredly and rested his forehead on the table. The situation kept getting worse, and the chances of him not sleeping in a cell tonight were slim.
“W-wha– That’s not what I was gonna….” you stuttered, confused. You scanned the documents in your hands again, just to see that the photocopy of this man’s ID indeed stated that he was a werewolf. “What?” you repeated dumbly.
“I said I imprinted on you. My human side wants to date the fuck out of you. My wolf wants to mate with you. Should I go into detail –?”
“No!” you exclaimed, not able to hide your nervousness anymore. “I…I know what imprinting means,” you mumbled.
“Well, shit…” Seungcheol murmured next to you. “Y/N,” he called your name softly and then corrected himself when he saw Yuta’s eyes sparkle at the discovery of your first name. “I mean, officer L/N, you don’t have to continue with this interrogation. I’ll take care of it, just go home.”
Don’t go, Yuta’s pleading voice said. He hadn’t spoken. It was his thoughts resonating in the back of your head.
You looked at him, and he seemed to be breathing heavily compared to before. His intense eyes were still glued to you, but now they were as red and shiny as a ruby.
Shotaro’s whole body suddenly tensed and he lifted his head to stare at Yuta cautiously.
And then someone knocked on the door and entered the room, interrupting the tense moment.
“We caught the culprits,” one of your colleagues said. “We found the missing car too, so these two are free to go,” he added, pointing at the wolves.
Shotaro’s soul seemed to come back to his body and he quickly addressed his pack brother. “You hear that? We’ll be home soon! Hold it just for a bit longer!”
Yuta grunted but nodded. He had been through his rut plenty of times before and he was usually very good at controlling it, but it was really fucking hard when you were right in front of him.
“Is he in rut?!” Seungcheol asked incredulously. “You should have said something sooner!” he exclaimed, standing up and walking around the table to uncuff them. But when he stood next to Yuta and saw the way he was eyeing you like he was ready to pounce on you, he hesitated. “Officer Lee, please take Officer L/N home immediately. Make sure she’s safe,” he instructed.
The other officer nodded quickly and waited for you to follow him, but you didn’t move from your seat.
You were looking back into Yuta’s eyes in a daze. You didn’t want to leave. It was like he was luring you in with all the romantic and dirty promises he was making to you in his head. You could hear every thought he was having right now, every little fantasy; and you were the protagonist of all of them.
“Officer L/N!” Seungcheol’s voice brought you back to reality. “Go.”
You let out a heavy sigh and stood up quickly, trying to block Yuta’s thoughts from entering your head.
Yuta’s eyes followed you as you left the room and then he grunted, scrunching his eyes closed.
Seungcheol, who had just finished uncuffing Shotaro, waited until he heard the car start and drive away before he freed Yuta too.
“You have outstanding self-control,” the officer praised the wolf, who was panting on the chair, burying his claws on the wooden table. “I know you could have broken those handcuffs easily if you wanted to… Oh, and I apologize for the misunderstanding.”
“If you’re really sorry, tell me Y/N’s work schedule,” Yuta grunted in pain, allowing Shotaro to help him get up from the chair.
“I can’t do that,” Seungcheol said, giving him a sympathetic smile. Yuta seemed like a decent guy, but that didn’t mean he was entitled to have you. “But I can at least give you guys a ride home, let’s go.”
When you got home, you felt incredibly drained. Mind reading was an activity that often took a lot of your strength, but also Yuta’s thoughts had been so intense, he made you weak on the knees.
So your name is Y/N? That’s lovely, just like you.
I want you to be the first thing I see every morning.
Make you breakfast in bed, you won’t have to lift a finger.
Make love to you until you see stars—
You shuddered. You had found him attractive the moment your eyes landed on him, but your expectations for a partner were…different. You were hoping to end up with a simple office worker who had a stable routine and live a calm life together. And Yuta, with his leather jacket, talking back to the police and being half animal was far from what you wanted to attract.
There was no way you would accept his “confession”… but your heart skipped a beat as you thought of him and your groin pulsated when you remembered his unsolicited dirty thoughts invading your head.
I would let you step all over me.
Use me however you want.
“Fuck,” you sighed and plopped down on your bed.
But then it will be my turn.
And I can go all night, officer…
Unconsciously, your hand made its way down your stomach and into your panties. You were soaking.
You knew you shouldn’t.
I could make you feel so fucking good…
But maybe just a little wouldn’t hurt, right? Plus, it’s not like anyone would ever know, and you were so hot and bothered, and his voice wouldn’t leave your head. Just once. Just once and then you would never think about him again, you told yourself, sighing in relief and arching your back.
“Why are the police outside our house?” Ten asked, looking out the window.
“Don’t look at me,” Chenle shrugged, not even bothering to pause the videogame he was playing with Jisung.
“Oh, I wasn’t looking at you,” Ten assured him, crossing his arms and glaring at Haechan.
“Wha-?” Haechan almost choked on the cereal he was munching straight out of the box. “Why me?! I didn’t do anything!”
“It wouldn’t be the first time. You called the police for absolutely no reason last month.”
“No reason?” Haechan gasped. “No reason?! Renjun was trying to kill me!”
“Please, I barely touched you,” Renjun rolled his eyes at him.
“Did you say the police?!” Yangyang suddenly ran into the living room, pale and distressed.
“...Yangyang, what did you do?!” Ten asked in panic as he heard knocking on the door.
“NOTHING!” Yangyang yelled, eyes darting quickly from the main door to his room. “Hyung, please don’t open the door just yet. I need 5 minutes–no, 3 minutes–”
“Good evening, officer. Can I help you?” Taeil greeted a stoic-looking policeman at the door. He had dismissed the entire conversation and made his way to the door to open it, tired of the insistent knocking.
“Good evening, I was wondering if–,” The officer spoke only to be interrupted by an agitated young wolf.
“THEY ARE JUST PLANTS!” Yangyang defended himself from the inexistent accusation, causing all eyes to land on him.
Officer Seungcheol Choi glared at him in silence, before deciding that he really did not care what the hell he was talking about. His shift had finished hours ago and he was not getting paid enough for the headache he had right now. “I was wondering if Yuta Nakamoto and Shotaro Osaki live here.”
“Yes,” Taeil replied quickly. “W-why? Did something happen to them?”
“They are both fine,” Seungcheol said. “One of them entered his rut at the police station so I brought them here,” he said, pointing at the car where Shotaro was opening the door, allowing them to see Yuta lying on his side in the back seat.
“Shit,” Taeil murmured, rushing towards the car, followed by Ten.
The other members who were in the living room quickly gathered at the door to see what was going on while Seungcheol helped Shotaro get Yuta out of the car and into Ten and Taeil’s arms.
Yuta laughed weakly. “Why would the weakest members come to my rescue?”
“You’re in no position to complain,” Ten chided, circling Yuta’s waist with his arm.
“The big, strong ones are all out, so it’s either us or the kids,” Taeil added, ignoring the complaints from the youngest members yelling they were not kids.
They thanked the policeman and dragged Yuta into the house, managing to make him drink some water before giving him some privacy.
“That’s weird,” Renjun hummed when he came back to the living room after giving Yuta some suppressants. “Yuta hyung is usually very careful when it comes to his cycle. He always makes sure he’s home before his rut hits.”
“Unless…” Ten’s lips morphed into a teasing smile. “Someone triggered it.”
“No way!” Taeil raised his eyebrows and let out a little laugh of disbelief. “Did he find…?”
Shotaro, who was lying down on the sofa, looked at them with tired eyes and nodded.
“He imprinted?!” Renjun asked. “It’s happening so fast…Everyone’s finding their mate…”
“Don’t be sad, Renjunie,” Haechan cooed, hugging him.
“I’m not–,” he responded, trying to push him away.
“You’ll find yourself a kinky bad bitch who puts you in your place—”
“Shut the fuck up!” Renjun snapped at Haechan, slapping his back hard several times until he whined and apologized.
“What is she like?” Chenle asked absentmindedly while resuming his videogame with Jisung.
“I don’t know much about her but she works for the police,” Shotaro replied vaguely.
“Okay. Hot,” Ten approved.
“I fail to see how that’s hot,” Renjun refuted.
“Uh, hello? The uniform? The cuffs?” Ten explained very slowly like he was talking to an idiot and Taeil laughed, shaking his head from side to side.
“You hear that, Jisungie?” Haechan teased the youngest, who was trying very hard to pretend he didn’t hear him. “Handcuffs, like the ones I gifted you. Have you tried them on your mate yet?”
Jisung froze and his character on screen died right in that moment. Chenle laughed blatantly and celebrated his victory, giving Haechan a high five while Jisung quickly excused himself to go to the bathroom.
Renjun frowned. “You know, one day Jisung will finally notice he’s grown to be taller and stronger than you and he’ll kick your ass. And I’ll enjoy it very much.”
“Just say you like my ass and go,” Haechan winked and quickly ran away, with Renjun chasing after him with murderous intent.
“Why were you at the police station anyways?” Taeil continued the conversation like nothing happened.
“They mistook us for someone else. Thought we stole a car or something,” Shotaro mumbled, pouting cutely. “And then Yuta hyung’s brain malfunctioned when he saw his mate and tried to confess to a crime he didn’t commit just to buy time with her.”
Chenle, Taeil, and Ten burst out laughing. They would make sure to tease Yuta about that later since he always prided himself on being cool and collected.
He was not cool and collected at all in his room, fucking into his fist and biting his lip. All he could think about was fucking the rut out of his system so he could go out and see you again. And then fuck you. He was sure you would feel way better than his hand; tight and hot around him as your tits bounced each time he thrusts inside you. He didn’t even need to picture you naked; he was more than okay with unbuttoning your blouse and riling your skirt up, taking you while still wearing your uniform and not caring if the entire police station saw. If you blushed just like you did when he confessed he imprinted on you, you would look so fucking cute. And if only you said his name a bit louder… He wasn’t a fan of people calling him by his last name, but the way you had called him ‘Mr. Nakamoto’...
“FUCK!” he grunted, cumming so hard that some drops landed on his face. His body finally relaxed on the messy bed sheets and he let out a breathy laugh. He was mostly laughing at himself; he had never been so desperate to cum before and it had been so intense he was sure he stopped breathing for almost an entire minute. If he felt like this just to the thought of you, then he knew actually touching you would be the end of him.
It was 4 days later that you saw Yuta Nakamoto again. He was casually leaning against the wall outside the police station like he owned the place.
“Hi, beautiful,” he called for you, smiling happily and approaching you.
“It’s Officer L/N to you,” you hissed, but couldn’t hide the blush on your ears at the memory of what you had done alone in the darkness while thinking of him.
“Officer L/N,” he corrected himself, biting back a smirk like he found the whole situation very amusing. “I wanted to see you.”
“I’m working,” you said. “Unless you have an emergency that the police can help with, you shouldn’t be here.”
Instead of sulking, he smiled.
So if I make an emergency happen I can come here?
“Don’t!” you yelled too quickly when you heard his thoughts.
His smirk grew wider.
I knew it. You can read minds.
It wasn’t a question but a statement. You froze. Your ability was precious to the police so you were instructed to keep it a secret. As for your personal life, many friends got awkward around you when they found out you could read their minds in the past, so you had learned to control your expressions and behavior so people couldn’t even suspect you knew what was going on in their heads. People didn’t like having someone in their heads. It was invasive, embarrassing,...
“Perfect,” Yuta said out loud this time. “That will make things easier.”
But Yuta didn’t seem to mind it.
“W-what?” you stuttered.
“You’ll know I mean everything I say.”
“...So what?”
“So you can trust me.”
“Trust you?” you scoffed and started walking away, but he quickly followed your steps and walked next to you.
“Can’t build a relationship without trust, can you?” he said casually.
“There’s no relationship between us.”
“Yet.”
“Listen,” you stopped right before the gate and turned to look at him. “You’re not my type.”
“Too bad. You’re totally my type,” he countered.
“Sounds like a you problem,” you said between gritted teeth.
Yuta laughed and the sound was endearing. “I’m afraid it’s very much your problem too.”
You gulped. “Meaning…?”
“I’m a man who knows what he wants,” he said staring at your lips.
And I don’t stop until I get it.
You glared at him, hoping he didn’t see the way your body shivered.
You know what I want right now?
You didn’t even need to read his mind to know the answer. The way he was staring at your lips and closing the distance between you told you all you needed to know.
“Officer L/N,” Seungcheol’s voice called for you. “All good over here?”
Thank god. Seungcheol had arrived to start his shift as well.
“All good,” you grumbled as Seungcheol stood in between you two, facing Yuta.
“How are you doing? Is your rut over?” Seungcheol asked.
Yuta nodded, his eyes still finding you behind your colleague’s figure. “Yeah, I’m fine now.”
“That’s good,” Seungcheul replied politely. “It was nice to see you but I can’t let you past this gate unless you have an emergency to report.”
“Right…” Yuta sighed.
Gotta cause some trouble first then, huh?
You glared at him over Seungcheol’s shoulder and shook your head. Even if Yuta couldn’t read minds he knew you didn’t want him to do that.
Unless you let me see you after your shift…
You rolled your eyes and got ready to walk away.
Got it. It’s been a while since the last time I broke into private property. I’ll see you after–
“My shift finishes at 8,” you blurted out suddenly. Or at least for Seungcheol, it was sudden; he had no idea about the mental conversation you had just had with Yuta.
“Great,” Yuta chuckled. “I’ll pick you up then,” he declared, before waving both of you goodbye.
“Uh…” Seungcheol hesitated as you two entered the police station. “Are you two…?
“No,” you said firmly. “I’ll just meet him once and tell him I’m not interested.”
“...You’re not interested?”
“Of course not!” you exclaimed and got irritated when Seungcheol just stared at you blankly. “He’s definitely not what I look for in a man.”
“You could have just told him that earlier.”
“I did! He’s just so stubborn–”
“So instead you agreed to go on a date with him?” Seungcheol scoffed, mocking you. “Sure, not interested at all…”
“It is not a date.”
“Mhm…”
“Seungcheol!”
“Whatever you say, Y/N,” he winked at you, before going into his office.
Time went by incredibly fast during your shift and you became more anxious as the clock got close to announcing 8PM. You collected your stuff slowly, kind of hoping if you took long enough Yuta would get bored and leave (if he even was out there waiting), but when you dragged your feet to the main gate you were met with his easygoing expression, like you hadn’t made him wait for almost half an hour.
“Tough day, officer?” he asked.
You nodded. “Yeah, as you can tell I’m a busy person. Just go ahead and say what you have to say.”
“Sure,” Yuta said offering you a…helmet? “We should get going then.”
It was then that you noticed that this time, instead of the wall, he was leaning against a motorcycle. You looked at the helmet in your hands and then at Yuta who was swiftly getting on the motorcycle and patting the seat behind him, indicating for you to follow.
“Absolutely not,” you deadpanned.
“I thought you were in a hurry,” Yuta feigned confusion.
“Let’s just talk here.”
“Oh, alright, if you don’t mind your coworkers hearing that you triggered my rut and I spent days thinking about–”
You shrieked and quickly covered his mouth with your palms.
—you. I spent all these days thinking about you, and I know you’ve thought about me too.
You blushed and looked around. Some of your coworkers were leaving and waved at you in a friendly manner. You waved back. This was not something you wanted them to hear. So you put on the damn helmet and sat behind Yuta, trying to keep some distance between your bodies.
“You need to hold onto me,” Yuta said when he noticed your hands barely holding onto the edge of the seat behind you.
“You wish,” you spat back.
“I do,” he agreed. “But also, you’ll fly off otherwise. I don’t want you injured on our first date.”
“This is not a date—” you wanted to argue with him but as soon as you heard him starting the engine you panicked and your arms surrounded his torso automatically.
Yuta’s body tensed when he felt your body so close to his and then he released a long breath.
So warm…
You barely hear his thoughts over the sound of the motorcycle, but you were thinking the exact same thing: he was so warm. You gripped his clothes tightly as the vehicle started moving.
Just like that. Don’t let go.
You tried to let the wind hitting the helmet drown the sound of his thoughts but they were so loud, by the time you arrived at your destination you were dizzy, a blushing mess and your heart was beating hard and fast against his back.
“Officer L/N?” you heard him call your name. “We’re here. You can let go now.”
…Or don’t. I don’t mind staying like this.
Immediately, you pulled away from him and jumped out of the bike, your hands flying to fix your skirt which had ridden up your thighs, ignoring Yuta’s charming (annoying) laugh.
“What is this place?” you asked, looking around.
There was no one around besides Yuta and you. All you saw was the road, the forest and… a view of the whole city. You gasped out loud; even if it was a small city, with no big skyscrapers, the city lights still shone like a kaleidoscope contrasting the dark sky. You had asked to be transferred to work and live in a small town, away from all the noise and stress that the capital city had made you deal with. Since you moved to this town, you were glad that crime was low, people (humans, and non-human creatures alike) were mostly kind and you had a calm life…but you hadn’t paid proper attention to the beauty this city had to offer.
Speechless you turned around to look at Yuta, whose dark eyes were reflecting the city view. But he was looking at you, leaning forward while still sitting on his bike, his head resting on his arms lazily.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
And that was exactly what you were thinking about him. But you wouldn’t say it out loud.
“I asked you where we are,” you said firmly.
“My favorite place,” the werewolf said as he reached for the rear suitcase and unpacked whatever he had brought with him. “Cool view, huh?”
“Why did you bring me here?” you asked him in an irritated tone, not wanting to admit that the view was the most beautiful thing you had seen in a while.
“To spend time with you,” he replied as if it was obvious, as he laid down a blanket on the grass and placed several food containers on it.
“Is this…a picnic?”
“Yes.”
That was surprisingly…sweet. Not something you would expect from the werewolf in the leather jacket who rides a motorcycle around town. You kind of hoped your future partner would take you on cute little dates like this one. But Yuta was not in those plans.
“Nakamoto.”
“Hm?” he looked up at you, giving you his full attention. Your heart beat a bit faster when your eyes met but you had to stand your ground.
“I’m not going to date you.”
He narrowed his eyes, a glint of amusement in them. Then he hummed and went back to arranging the food. “You already are.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know I’m interested in you, yet you let me pick you up from work and take you for a ride at night. Now we are alone in a place that looks like a movie scene, about to eat food I made for you. Tell me that’s not a date.”
Well it did sound like a date when he said it like that, but you never agreed to that. “I’m going back.”
“Oh, yeah? You gonna walk all the way back to town in those heels?” he challenged you. “There are no other cars around the area, and phone reception sucks up here.”
You looked at your phone and confirmed that you wouldn’t be able to get in touch with anyone. The place looked deserted too. “You’re a psychopath.”
Yuta laughed out loud. This was the loudest and most cheerful you had heard him laugh before and it was quite cute how he threw his head back and his mouth opened wide, displaying his perfect smile without trying to look elegant at all. His laugh sounded so pure.
“I haven’t heard that one before,” he admitted when he calmed down, still giggling a little. “I didn’t plan to trap you here. I just wanted to take you somewhere nice and get to know you better, and I thought you might be hungry so I prepared something to eat. That’s all.”
As if waiting for the sign, your stomach growled loudly. How embarrassing.
“When was the last time you ate?” Yuta asked, a hint of concern noticeable in his voice.
“Uh, not sure…” you admitted. “Our shifts are a bit unpredictable sometimes.”
Yuta sighed. “Just eat with me? I’ll take you back right after. I promise. You can read my mind if you want.”
You rolled your eyes but let out a tired laugh. You didn’t even need to read the mind of someone who was such an open book. You finally sat down in front of him and looked at the food in front of you. “So, what do we have here?”
The Japanese straightened his back and started presenting you with a variety of food. “So, some of these may have gone a bit cold by now but we have here some yakisoba, this is sushi that should be eaten at room temperature so this is a perfect time… or if you are a vegetarian, you can try vegetable fried rice…or if you’re not into any of this stuff I prepared some sandwiches,” he rambled, looking a bit nervous for the first time since you met him.
“Did you make all this yourself?” you asked him.
“Yeah,” Yuta bit his lip nervously. “I’m not a chef but it should be edible.”
“You could have just bought some snacks.”
“I guess I could have but… I know that when people work a lot they end up eating just whatever and I wanted you to have a proper home-cooked meal…”
Another surprisingly sweet gesture from Yuta Nakamoto. It was so thoughtful and it probably took him hours in the kitchen. For you. Well, you were starving so why not give it a try?
You reached for the utensils he had placed in front of you and tried food from the container closest to you, under his expecting eyes.
It was delicious. If he wasn’t a chef then he should consider becoming one.
“...Not bad,” you commented like it wasn’t the best meal you’d had in months.
Yuta bit back a smile and started eating too. He didn’t miss the way your eyes sparkled and you almost sighed when trying his food, so he was incredibly proud of himself.
The more you ate the more you let your guard down, allowing Yuta to ask you simple questions about your hobbies, life, and general preferences. He also answered any question you had for him quite openly.
He kept his promise and took you home after. He didn’t try anything on you, but he did show up every Friday evening to pick you up from your shift. No matter how annoyed you were or pretended to be, each time you showed less resistance to getting on the bike, and you had stopped making plans for Friday night, knowing he would be waiting for you. Not that you would tell anyone this, but you were counting the minutes for your shift to end to see him again.
You enjoyed your time together until it was time to address the elephant in the room.
“This was fun…” you trailed off.
“But?” Yuta asked, knowing you were about to find an excuse.
“I have…plans, you know?” you sighed. “A reckless werewolf I met in the interrogation room imprinting on me is not part of my plans at all.”
“In my defense, I wasn’t supposed to be interrogated in the first place,” he said. “But I’m glad it happened.”
You sighed again. “You can’t give me what I want.”
“How do you know that?” he murmured. He was looking at you, but you didn’t dare meet his eyes, looking at the city view instead.
“I want calm. I want domestic,” you replied, frustrated and a bit tired.
“But you also want me,” he said.
“Nakamoto…”
“Can we stop calling each other by our last names?” he was starting to sound frustrated too. “We’re not strangers, Y/N.”
He was right. That was just your childish way of keeping some distance between you two.
“...Can you drop me home now?” you finally asked, not wanting to continue this conversation.
Yuta glared at you.
Won’t you even look at me?
You didn’t.
He scoffed.
As you wish.
The ride back was silent. You tried to get into his head and hear whatever he was thinking about, but he was thinking in his native language, blocking you indirectly. Since you met, he had tried to think in a language you would understand, giving you complete access to his head and heart, but you had hurt him. You didn’t get to read his thoughts if you weren’t capable of opening yourself up to him in return.
“Thank you,” you grumbled when you arrived at your destination, giving him the helmet back.
“You’re welcome,” he said dryly.
“You don’t have to pick me up from work next week,” you added.
“Gotcha,” he simply said, like he didn’t care. It angered you, but it was what you wanted, wasn’t it? So you didn’t say anything else and watched him leave. For the first time, he didn’t wait until you got into your house.
Did you regret it as soon as you reached your bed? Yes. Your chest felt tight and your eyes stung like you wanted to cry.
Would you do something to fix it? No. Because you were a coward, afraid of such an unconventional man, no matter how kind and lovely he was, approaching you and telling you he wanted to stay with you for life.
And he indeed didn’t pick you up the next week. When you finished your shift and left the station, no one was waiting there for you. Why would there be? You had told the poor guy to leave you alone, and he did. Perfect.
Just perfect.
But for some reason, you still cried yourself to sleep that night and woke up in the morning to a call from Seungcheol.
“Hello?” you groaned, rubbing your eyes sleepily.
“Hey, Y/N, no time for small talk,” Seungcheol said from the other side of the line. “I know you don’t work today but I really really think you should come.”
“W-why? What’s wrong?” you asked, very confused, but all these years of work had your body getting out of bed and getting ready automatically.
“Don’t panic,” he said now in a more calming tone. “What matter’s that no one got hurt–”
“What happened?!”
“Just come to my office!” he said before he hung up the phone.
You basically run to work, your feet hurting on your heels, your uniform all wrinkled, and your hair a mess, not even bothering to tie it up and look appropriate. You nervously greeted your coworkers and went straight into Seungcheol’s office.
“Seungcheol–”
“Finally!” he sighed, letting you in and locking the door behind him. “It’s gonna be okay, nobody else knows–”
“Know what?! Can you please give me some context?” you hissed nervously.
Seungcheol inhaled. “Do you know where your boyfriend was last night?”
“My what?!”
“Your boyfriend?” he repeated, now sounding as confused as you. “The Japanese one?”
“He’s not my boyfriend–”
“What do you mean? You guys have been dating for— it doesn’t matter. Just take a look at this,” he said, pointing at his laptop screen.
You got closer to his desk and watched the screen where security footage of some type of store was playing. You were about to ask what all this was about when you saw a familiar face entering the store and going through the product shelves urgently.
“Yuta…” you whispered.
In the video, the man opened a few jars, straight up drank the content of some of them, and emptied others in a bottle he was carrying. After a few minutes, he made a pained expression and bent down on the floor before he passed out.
You were holding your breath, your own body hurting at seeing him like that. Seungcheol skipped some parts of the video until someone who worked in the store discovered Yuta, who stood up and left, looking disoriented.
“This is the apothecary near the beach,” Seungcheol said. “The store owner won’t present charges because he didn’t actually steal. Apparently, he left cash on the counter for the stuff he took. The door wasn’t damaged either. It’s like he has experience breaking in.”
“W-why did he…. Oh, god,” you sighed.
“I checked his house. His pack hasn’t seen him since yesterday,” Seungcheol continued. “Any idea where he could be?”
“No…wait! Maybe—... I’m not sure,” you answered vaguely.
“Do you want me to go with you?” Seungcheol asked.
“No,” you said more firmly this time. “I think I’ll be fine by myself.”
“Okay,” Seungcheol agreed, passing you the patrol car keys. He could tell that something had happened between the two of you and that he should let you solve things by yourself. “But let me know of any updates. If you can’t find him by the end of the day his pack will file a missing report.”
“I’ll find him,” you assured him. He had to be at that place. The place where you had most of your dates. So that’s where you went.
And there he was, sitting on the grass and looking at the sunset over the city, in the same place where you had the most fun and heart whelming moments the last couple of months. You managed to send one last message to Seungcheol letting him know you had found Yuta before your phone service abandoned you.
Yuta looked at you getting off the car over his shoulder and went back to look into the sunset.
“Good evening, Officer L/N,” he said sarcastically.
You grimaced. “Are you okay?”
“No.”
You sighed and sat down next to him. He didn’t spare you a glance, just reached for his thermos bottle and filled his cup with tea.
“What happened yesterday?” you asked.
“Many things…”
“Okay…,” you nodded. “Why did you break into the apothecary?”
“I was in pain,” he said, grabbing another little cup from beside him and filling it with tea before offering it to you.
“What type of pain?” You accepted the cup, glad that he was somehow communicating with you. “Are you sick?”
“No, not sick,” he said raising his cup towards yours as if there was anything to cheer to.
“Then why were you in pain?” You clinked your cup with his and drank the tea, shuddering at the contrast between the warm beverage and the cool breeze caressing your face.
“My wolf was acting up…” he murmured, refilling both your cups. “I think he got used to seeing you every Friday and when it became late at night and didn’t have you near, he thought that starting an early rut would make me go find you,” he laughed bitterly and drank some more. “I really wanted to see you, but you told me not to, so I went to buy something for the pain instead but it was closed. It really fucking hurt so I entered anyways…Well, let me finish my tea before you arrest me.”
“You’re not under arrest. The owner won’t present charges,” you said. “I was just worried about you.”
“Why?” he asked, looking at you drink your second cup of tea.
“Because I care about you,” you admitted almost too easily.
“Then why do you push me away?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’m kinda scared,” you said. “This whole imprinting thing…I didn’t see it coming.”
“That’s valid,” he sighed. “Did you at least enjoy hanging out with me?”
“It was the highlight of my week,” you giggled. “I loved it.”
“I’m glad,” he murmured before he winced in pain.
“What’s wrong?” you asked worriedly, placing a hand on his back. You could feel the heat radiating through his shirt.
“Told you,” he groaned. “Early rut.”
“You–...you’re in rut right now?!”
“Were you not listening earlier?” he laughed half-heartedly.
“I was! I just didn’t— fuck, okay, let’s take you home,” you said urgently, pulling his arm and making him stand up.
He let you guide him to the car and get him in the back seat without resistance. He focused on your face instead, like you were fascinating to look at and he had all the time in the world (which wasn’t the case; you had to get him back to town as soon as possible).
“Where are we going?” He asked tiredly as he let you lay him down.
“The hospital,” you said firmly. “Or wherever you can take care of your… uh, state,” you pointed at his body vaguely and then you gulped.
Did he really need to look this good in such a critical moment? Leaning on his forearms, with his legs slightly spread, his messy hair sticking to his forehead and nape, and his lidded eyes scanning your body.
“I like your hair today,” he casually said.
You clicked your tongue.“I didn’t have much time to get ready.”
“You look so hot. I want you so bad…”
You stopped trying to push his feet in the car and looked up to meet his reddened eyes.
Come here.
“I-...I have to drive,” you stuttered, trying to push him back when he leaned toward you.
He grabbed your arm before you could make your way to the driver's seat.
“We’re not gonna make it,” he simply mumbled. “It’s a long way to town…I won’t be able to resist you.”
“Then don’t,” you said simply and then you gasped, your hand flying to cover your mouth. Did you really just say that?
“Is that so?” Yuta purred while his fingers caressed your arm. “Officer L/N wants me to fuck her?”
You rolled your eyes, ready to tell him that you were not interested but instead what exited your mouth was: “Of course I do– shit!”
Now you covered your mouth with both hands. What the hell? What were you saying?
You looked at Yuta with wide eyes, but he didn’t seem surprised; if anything he looked smug.
Wait…
The tea.
“Did you put something in the tea?” you asked him angrily.
“Serum of truth,” he said shamelessly, pulling your body closer to his firmly so now you were in the car too, lying on top of him, your hands resting on the door behind his head.
“W-what?!” you shrieked. So that’s why you were saying everything you felt out loud. “Where did you get it? It’s not available in any store–”
“I made it myself,” he said, as his hands caressed your face. “Last night in the apothecary.”
“Y-you!” now you were furious. “Regular citizens can’t administrate the serum of truth. Ever!”
“What are you gonna do about it, hmm?” he cooed. “Call the police?”
“Uugh,” you groaned. You hated the guy. Except you didn’t.
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting me, officer,” Yuta assured you. “I want you too. I have had the best orgasms since I started thinking about you when touching myself.”
“Shut up!” you yelped, now covering his mouth with your hands.
Thought about fucking you in this skirt.
Giving it to you so hard you would drop the fucking attitude.
“Oh my god,” you whined.
Have you thought about me too?
You looked away. Embarrassed.
I bet you have. I could smell how wet you were the day we met.
…Shit I can smell it now too.
“Nakamoto,” you warned him but it sounded like a plea.
He hummed against your hands, deciding there was no reason for him not to use his hands on you too. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled them to have you sitting on his crotch in a swift motion. You gasped as your skirt rode up and you could feel his hard member pulsating against you in spite of the remaining layers of clothing between you.
Did it feel good?
Touching yourself with these beautiful hands, imagining it was me?
He kissed your palms and fingers lovingly like he was praising them for a job well done.
“S-so good…” you admitted in a tiny voice.
Yuta groaned, sending vibrations to your hands and then biting your finger playfully, finally making you release his mouth with a yelp.
“That should have been me touching you,” he grumbled, grabbing your hips and pressing you against his hard. “Why play hard to get if you were getting off to me anyways? So you kept going on dates with me, telling me you weren’t into me every time, just to go home and fuck yourself with these tiny fingers?”
You bit your lip, refusing to give him an answer and also because you were sure any sound escaping your mouth right now would be embarrassingly pathetic with the way his clothed crotch was rubbing against yours.
When you kept looking away he grabbed your face with his hand and made you face him. “Who do you think of when you fuck yourself?” he growled.
He seemed to think you were taking a little too long to reply because his other hand landed on your ass cheek loud and hard. You gasped and your hands grabbed onto his wrinkled shirt.
“I asked you a question,” he insisted when you only gasped and hissed instead of offering a proper answer.
“Answer me,” he breathed against your lips, his tone low and demanding, slapping your ass even harder twice. “Who were you thinking about?”
“Y-you!” you finally yelped. “I imagined it w-was you… every time…”
And with that, Yuta’s lips were immediately on yours, kissing you softly but firmly, letting out little pained whines. He honestly had no idea how he spent months seeing you without doing this before. It was like the tension was finally leaving his body.
You kissed him back nervously. You still couldn’t quite comprehend that you were finally giving in and allowing your body and heart to do what they really wanted. Then you felt the same hands that had slapped you gently massaging the mistreated area.
We’re done playing games. You’re mine now.
You moaned and he nipped at your bottom lip and slid his tongue into your mouth, licking and sucking eagerly and making it hard to keep up with him.
You want that? Want me to make you mine?
“Y-yeah,” you barely breathed out as he kissed your jaw. And damn, the stupid serum was still making you admit to the most embarrassing things. “But–”
But you want calm and domestic.
He fixated on your neck, biting and licking.
And you think I can’t give you that?
“N-nakamoto…”
If you like my last name that much you can have it.
What do you say? I really like the sound of Y/N Nakamoto.
“Fuck…,” you sighed. He seemed to have found his favorite spot on your neck, sucking like he couldn’t get enough.
Say it. Say you want to be mine.
You finally gave in. “P-please…–Ah!”
And then you felt a sharp sting on the same spot he had been sucking on. He moaned as his fangs pierced your skin, one of his hands holding you by your nape while his other arm circled your waist. Your neck started tingling; a funny sensation that soon spread until reaching your toes and making them curl.
“Taste so good,” he whispered against your neck.
You whined, gripping his clothes desperately, to the point he could probably feel your nails digging into his skin through the fabric. Your body was tickling all over like you were being caressed with feathers and it felt frustrating. You needed something, but you didn’t know what. Your body seemed to have a clear idea though, your hips moving slowly against Yuta’s.
He let go of your neck, kissing your lips sweetly before looking down where your bodies were moving in synch. He let out a heavy sigh and placed his hands on your ass, helping you move.
“It’s– It’s not…” you mumbled, letting out a frustrated whimper.
“Hmm?” he asked, unable to look away from the tent in his pants digging into your wet underwear, having pulled your skirt to your waist.
“It’s n-not enough,” you finally said.
“Agreed,” he grumbled. His hands flew toward his jeans, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper clumsily.
Your lust-driven brain made it hard for you to think clearly, but you understood what was important: those jeans needed to go. So you lifted your lower body to give him some space to undress himself, but he growled.
“Where the fuck are you going?” he asked, pulling his pants and boxers down hastily, just enough to free his reddened cock. His thighs would probably hurt with the way the fabric would cut the circulation but he couldn’t care less right now. He wanted your warmth back on him. “Get back here.”
“Wanna take these off…” you trailed off as you pointed at your panties, trying to untangle yourself from him in such a small space.
“Later,” he breathed out, bringing your body closer to his again. “Can’t wait.”
He pulled your panties to the side and positioned your hips right over his until your pussy was pressed against his member resting on his lower abdomen.
“O-oh god,” you whined, as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit. “It’s so warm…”
“So wet,” he groaned at the same time. His shaky hands caressed your waist as you started moving experimentally, gliding against his cock. He let out a choked moan. “F-fuck!”
He reached for your shirt and unbuttoned it hurriedly, lowering it down your shoulders and pulling your bra down as you continued moving back and forward. He sighed at the sight of your uncovered breasts, and let the tip of his tongue tease one of your nipples.
I’ve been wanting to taste these tits for so long.
The same nipple got engulfed in the warmth of his mouth as he sucked hard.
“Ah— Haa….” you moaned, arching your back.
Faster.
You obeyed, grinding harder and faster, feeling your climax building up as a knot in your stomach. “I’m close….Oh!”
He hummed but his mouth was too occupied toying with your breasts to speak. Luckily he didn’t need to speak out loud for you to hear him.
Me too, beautiful.
Your taste’s driving me fucking crazy.
Can’t wait to taste all of you…
You gasped and a shiver ran up your spine. “O-oh fuck…”
May I?
Can I eat your pussy?
Your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung open, your movements turning desperate as you pressed your clit against the head of his cock.
Tell me I can, beautiful.
His tone was pleading, like he didn’t know you would say yes to anything he asked.
Yeah? Can I?
Opening his eyes to look up at your face, he stuck the tip of his tongue out and flicked your hardened nipple quickly, no doubt imitating the way he would toy with your clit. All you had to do was say…
“YES! Yes, y-yes, fuck! Yuta, yes!” you screamed. Your body convulsed on top of his, covering his dick with your release.
He finally let go of your sore nipples, looking at your orgasmic expression in awe.
Suddenly he grabbed your hips and started thrusting up rapidly.
“S-shit, Y/N…,” he gulped. “Feels t-too fucking good I…Ah! I can’t—,” his words were interrupted by a gasp, and then his body tensed as spurts of cum tainted his wrinkled shirt.
He lay on his back and you collapsed on top of him, both of you panting tiredly.
“...You called me by my name,” Yuta whispered.
You pushed against his pecs to lift yourself a little, looking at his delighted expression. He looked like it was Christmas and he had received the most precious of gifts.
You tried not to smile. “Really? Among all the things that just happened, you’re happy that I said your first name?”
“Mhmm…it makes me really happy,” he agreed, surrounding you with his arms. “Plus, you didn’t just say my name. You screamed it.”
You cleared your throat, embarrassed. “I should d-drive us back now…” you mumbled, trying to stand up, but before you could even blink you were on your back on the leather seat with Yuta sitting between your legs.
“Not yet,” he said, taking your panties off handily. “Wanna taste you.”
If you were on a proper bed, he would lie down on his stomach easily, but the back seat of the car was too small for that. He knew it wasn’t the most appropriate place for mating, but he just couldn’t wait another 25-30 minutes until you were back in the city. It didn’t matter if the position wasn’t ideal; he had to taste you now.
“Y-yuta?! Wha—” you yelped when your hips were raised by his strong hands, leaving only your upper back, neck, and head resting on the seat.
He hovered over you and pulled your hips closer to his face, placing your legs over his shoulders and burying his face between them with no hesitation.
“FUCK! Yuta– Aaaah!” your hands reached for his head and pulled his hair. “W-wait!”
You said I could.
He hummed, sending vibrations through your body as he made out with your pussy.
“I did but–” your legs kicked the roof of the car as a reflex when he sucked on your clit. “B-but not like t-this…”
Why not?
You’re fucking delicious.
And you’re all mine.
“This p-position is…Oh! It’s too embarrassing…” you whined. Your uniform was wrinkled around your waist, tits and pussy exposed as he bent you in such a scandalous and vulnerable way.
Don’t be embarrassed.
Never with me.
You’re perfect.
Yuta’s tongue circled your entrance slowly and your hands went from his hair to your reddened face, trying to cover your flustered expression.
What’s wrong?
The tip of his tongue slid in. You whined.
Doesn’t it feel good?
He went in deeper, rolling his eyes at the way your walls contracted against the wet muscle.
“Ah!” you squirmed, but he held you firmly, fucking you with his tongue.
Tell me, beautiful.
I need to know
He knew damn well it felt good, especially with the way his nose was rubbing your clit. You wished you could be mad at him, but then one of his hands left your hips to look for your breasts, grabbing and massaging.
Do you like it?
“Fuck! I- I love it ah– aaahh!” you moaned and your hands went back to his head when he started licking your clit again.
Me too.
I fucking love everything about you.
“Yuta, oh g-god…” you panted and your eyes rolled back when his tongue circled your clit.
Wanted to do this for so long.
Since the first time I saw you.
Wanted to eat you out on the table I was handcuffed to at the station.
Didn’t care if everyone saw.
You just smelled so good I knew you would taste like heaven.
“I’m g-gonna cum—fuck, Yuta I– Ah! Oooh!” your legs started shaking around his head.
Cum for me, beautiful.
You tensed in his arms and the tip of his tongue flicked your clit torturously fast, bringing you to another orgasm. You moaned embarrassingly loud and pushed his head closer to your center, much to his delight. His arms circled your hips and secured you in your place as he drank your release, only letting go when you became a trembling mess.
“Does your neck hurt?” Yuta’s voice asked, raspier than usual, taking you out of your post-release bliss.
“It will surely hurt tomorrow,” you complained weakly.
“Sorry, Y/N. I’ll give you a massage later,” he promised. “I just couldn’t find a better way…”
“Didn’t think of 69ing?” You asked tiredly.
“Oh,” Yuta hesitated for a moment and then laughed. “No, I didn’t think about it. That would have been good too…”
You snorted. His brain really was consumed by his rut. It was better to take him home soon. The sky was already dark so it was probably getting late. “How about we get back now–Yuta!” you gasped when you felt his hardened member gliding against your sensitive pussy lips lazily.
“Once. Let me knot you just once and we can go,” he answered, pressing his hips against yours. But he used all his remaining self-control to halt his movements and look into your eyes. “Unless you really don’t want this…”
When you first found out he had given you serum of truth you were angry, but the more you thought about it, the more fair it seemed. You had access to his thoughts all the time. You knew his real feelings and intentions but refused to communicate honestly. He had been at a disadvantage the entire time, being so open about everything but never getting a single word out of you. Now you couldn’t lie to him. And that was fine. You didn’t want to. If anything it felt relieving to say everything you thought finally.
“I want it,” you said. “I want you.”
Yuta gulped. “Yeah? You sure?”
You reached for his shirt and helped him take it off before you lay back on your back. Your hands wandered over his body, caressing his defined chest and abs, and your fingers traced the outline of a butterfly tattoo on his stomach. His eyes were trained in your hands touching all of him, and he didn’t notice when you lifted your hips slightly, pressing your crotch against his aching cock and he let out a shaky moan, his body bending forward and caging you on the seat.
“I’m sure,” you said, cupping his face and kissing his lips.
He kissed you back eagerly, licking and nibbling your lips until the burning sensation of his cock entering you made you gasp. He looked into your eyes as he went deeper. When he finally was all the way in his eyebrows furrowed and he hid his face into the crook of your neck, kissing the bite mark he had left earlier. For a moment he wasn’t able to speak, panting heavily and shaking, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was feeling.
Fuck…
So tight…
This is so…
I’ve never felt…
…Y/N.
His thoughts were a mess and all that left his mouth as he thrust into you were soft moans.
“I’m s-so full…” you whispered, lost in the sensation of Yuta stretching you over and over.
Your voice seemed to bring enough strength to him to use his voice. “Yeah?” he grunted, pulling out until only the tip remained inside and then ramming into you harshly, rolling his eyes back and basking in your moans. “I’ll keep you full, beautiful.”
Your head was swimming. All you could do was nod and moan in response to his hips speeding up. He felt so hard and hot inside of you. You may have said that out loud. And you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed right now.
“D-don’t stop,” you begged him.
He kisses your lips softly before sitting up, holding your hips in his hands. “Wasn’t planning to…” he sighed and slammed back into you, his movements becoming so forceful that the car was shaking, and anyone who saw it from the outside would know what was happening immediately.
I’m not gonna last… Fuck.
“Yuta, I’m c-close too…so close,” you whispered. “Just a little bit more.”
Yuta’s fingers dig into the skin of your hips, fucking you as hard and fast as he can. For a minute you feel him deep inside of you you couldn't breathe and then there was something bigger trying to push in and stretch you even more. “Aaah! AH! YUTA!”
“You’re taking it so well, Y/N,” he said firmly although his voice was a bit shaky. “My knot is almost in.”
“It’s even bigger…,” you mumbled nervously. “Maybe it won’t fit.”
Yuta kissed your lips. And one of his hands found your clit. “It will fit. We are mates. Our bodies are meant to fit perfectly.”
He massaged your clit and kissed you, and once he noticed you were not as tense as before, he pushed his knot inside right in time for the endless spurts of cum that came out of his cock, pressing insistently against your most sensitive area and making you feel even fuller.
“FUCK! OH, FUCK Y/N! Aaahh… shit oh!” he moaned, never stopping his hips movements.
Yuta’s hand still hadn’t left your clit, determined to get one more orgasm out of you. He used his thumb to rub the sensitive nub in fast circles that soon had you trembling.
“Yuta— Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod…ah…AH! Ooooh fuck, fuck, Aah!!”
Your body trembled, trapped by the werewolf’s skilled hands as he caressed your hair and kissed your face, giving you the sweetest compliments to help you come back to reality.
Somehow, Yuta managed to be back on his back with you laying on top of him. He kissed your forehead and caressed your body.
Both of you fell into a comfortable silence again. When you heard Yuta let out a breathless laugh you were going to ask him what he was thinking about, but you could hear it very well.
When I said ‘fuck the police’…
I didn’t think I would do it literally.
You hit his arm. “Yuta!”
And in a patrol car of all places hahah
His laugh became contagious and soon both of you were laughing out loud.
When you both calmed down you spoke again.
“When your knot deflates we’ll go back to the city, okay?”
“Mhmm, thank you for coming for me, Y/N…”
“How did you know I would come?”
“I didn’t… but I hoped you would.”
You hummed and caressed his chest.
“What are you thinking about,” He suddenly asked. It was his turn to be curious.
“Just… about everything. This really wasn’t in my plans, but maybe it’s not a bad idea to change my life plan.”
“You don’t have to change anything,” he said. “You want stability, romanticism, domestic life with your partner… I can give you that.”
“Can you?” you asked hopefully, but not wanting to put too much pressure on him.
“Of course. I am economically and emotionally stable, all the dates I’ve planned for us were romantic because I am a romantic myself, and I imagine a domestic life with you in which we both help out in the house or I become your house-husband while you catch the bad guys. Whichever you prefer.”
You giggled “So the werewolf in the leather jacket has a soft spot.”
He snorted. “Shut up! I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Just wait and see, Officer L/N”
#nct drabbles#nct imagines#nct scenarios#nct smut#nakamoto yuta#yuta nct#yuta smut#nakamoto yuta x reader#nakamoto yuta smut
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hi, you know that perverted nct dream writing with an 8 member, could you make a version of nct 127 and nct 2020?
i've done a ton of perv!nctdream x 8th member so i hope this is what you mean because you did specify. (i know mark and haechan are in 127 , but remember i write them with the dreamies)
perv!nct127 and their 9th member that they can easily manipulate into doing things for them , because she's so eager to please them and trusts them.
perv!taeil who convinces you to suck him off backstage right before a music show preformance. "taeil , you were too rough last time , it was hard for me too sing." "i'll be gentle this time, trust me baby , now put it in your mouth."
perv!taeyong who invites you to one of his solo studio sessions , making you ride his cock while he writes down lyrics. "t..taeyong what if someone walks in." "they won't , don't you trust your leader , just keep riding my dick love."
perv!johnny who convinces you to cockwarm him during a live , to anyone it looks like you're just sitting on his lap , but in reality you're struggling not to moan , while his big cock is stuffed in your cunt , whispering in his ear. "j..johnny this is a bad idea." "princess they don't even notice , just trust me."
perv!yuta who easily convinces you to wear shorter skirts without the safety shorts , just so he can get a look under your skirt when you sit down. "but the safety shorts are to protect me from flashing the cameras." "don't worry about that love , you trust me right?"
perv!doyoung who's pulling you into one of the rooms while filming a overnight stay content to fuck you. "do..doyoung it might be cameras in here." "trust me love, i checked to make sure there isn't."
perv!jaehyun hands slid up cupping your heat under the table during an award ceremony , sliding your panties to side , fingering you. "no..not here jae , too many cameras." "they won't notice unless you keep making that face , just trust me."
perv!jungwoo who slyly moves your hand over to his cock as the fan moves on to the next , your eyes widen quickly changing your face to not raise suspicions , leaning over to him. "jungwoo what are you doing , we're gonna get caught." "don't worry about it , the table is covering us , trust me love."
#luvyeni: nct127 hard thoughts#nct 127 hard hours#nct 127 headcanons#nct 127 x reader#nct 127 smut#nct 127 reactions#nct 127 scenarios#taeil hard hours#johnny suh hard hours#nakamoto yuta hard hours#kim doyoung hard hours#jaehyun hard hours#jungwoo hard hours#taeyong hard hours#taeil smut#taeyong smut#johnny suh smut#yuta smut#jaehyun smut#kim doyoung smut#jungwoo smut
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Camera Roll; nakamoto yuta
screenshots you’ve taken from facetime calls
more of the camera roll series
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masterlist
#nct imagines#nct fluff#nct x reader#nct fanfic#nct#nct reactions#nct moodboard#nct 127#nct dream#nct smut#yuta#yuta icons#nakamoto yuta#yuta imagines#nct icons#nct u#yuta moodboard#nct yuta#nct yuta imagines#yuta x reader#yuta x y/n#yuta smut#yuta fluff#nct 127 fluff#nct 127 imagines
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nakamoto yuta x fem!reader
warnings — piss kink/omorashi, humiliation, piss drinking?, oral (f. receiving). mdni (17+).
you’re sitting in yuta’s lap with your back pressed against his lean chest. your head is thrown back in agony as you keep your eyes tightly shut while you focus on not pissing yourself.
your skirt is hiked up and your legs spread open, thrown over either side of your boyfriend’s. he rubs your stomach, trying to distract you from the pain but it’s not helping at all.
tears poke at the corners of your eyes and your bottom lip quivers, you’re not going to be able to hold it for much longer.
you start to sob as you feel the first squirt of piss escape from your bladder. a small, wet spot appears on the front of the frilly, pink lace panties yuta bought you.
yuta finds the whole ordeal laughable. what’s the point in trying to continue to hold it? the only thing that's causing you is more pain. why stay in pain when all you have to do is relax and let it go?
“what are you still trying to hold it for, hm? you need some help?”
it was a rhetorical question and he doesn’t expect a response, he was just giving you a heads up more or less of what’s about to happen.
“just relax for me.” his hand stops rubbing your belly and slides down to your lower stomach, pressing down on your full, aching bladder.
you squeeze your muscles tighter in hopes that it’ll stop you from peeing on yourself, but your bladder is too weak and too full to hold out any longer. it gives way and the floodgates open.
your sobbing intensifies as the stream of piss starts to leave you.
yuta notices you trying to press your legs together so he nudges them open and keeps them spread wide. you quickly come to the realization that there’s no stopping it and you finally relax as you continue to relieve yourself.
yuta brings two fingers to your urethra to feel the warm piss exiting out of your body. it wets the underside of your thighs and ass and your short pink skirt. it also wets yuta’s pants and crotch, making him incredibly hard as it makes it’s way onto the couch before seeping into the cushions.
when the flow finally stops, you’re both wet and the leather couch is soaked and there’s a puddle of piss on the hardwood floor.
dried tears stain your cute little face as you try to calm down and regulate your breathing again. yuta gives you a minute before grabbing your jaw and pressing his lips to yours for a heated kiss. he thanks you for letting him indulge in his kink as he pulls away.
he slips out from under you and you think he’s going to help you to the bathroom to clean up, but he gets on his knees instead and pulls you closer to him by your calves until your core is right in his face.
he licks and sucks at your soiled panties, flicking your clit with his tongue repeatedly in the process. once he’s satisfied, he pulls your panties to the side and goes to town; lapping at your piss covered pussy like it’s a special treat.
#nct smut#nct 127 smut#yuta smut#nakamoto yuta#kpop smut#nct x reader#kpop x black reader#kpop x poc reader#nct scenario#nct hard hours#omorashi#piss kink
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how yuta would be as a boyfriend
The series continues 🤭 check out the other members in my masterlist!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
-like i said, he is totally a gomez addams type of lover
-and based on astrology, we know scorpios are passionate and intense af
-so best believe this man is going to do any and everything to get you
-he’s not gonna just date anybody
-he has to be completely and utterly consumed by the person he is with
-a once in a lifetime connection
-he would be all about you. mind, body and soul
-he wouldn’t just like you, he would be infatuated by you and borderline obsessed
-without even having a single conversation with you
-he just observes you, and immediately knows he has to have you
-one day, jaehyun invites his girlfriend and her best friend (you) over to an infamous 127 Karaoke Extravaganza
-and immediately yuta knows within the first five minutes of meeting you that he’s gonna make you his
-after hanging out for a few weeks and getting to know you more he takes you off the market so that no one else can have you
-finders keepers losers weepers <3
-he’s not gonna bullshit you
-what you see is what you get
-he’s not going to waste your time or his
-that’s why he wastes no time in making it official
-but anywho, yuta is super attentive and caring as a boyfriend
-you can literally turn your brain off when you’re around him
-he’s going to be your eyes and ears for you
-and yuta already has that “don’t fuck with me” aura about him
-so you will always feel safe and secure around him
-but more than that
-he just makes you feel seen and beautiful
-you never have to question where he stands with you
-will proudly show you off to everyone in his life
-everyone within an 10 mile radius will know you’re with him
-holds your hand, or waist, or the small of your back wherever you go
-and it makes you feel super girly and loved
-now I know we all may automatically think he’d be super possessive over you
-especially if other men try to hit on you
-but for some reason a small part of me thinks he would get an ego boost when other dudes gawk at you
-it gives him a rush of pride, knowing that he has what everyone wants
-he knows you’re fine as shit, and other people should know it too
-but if they get disrespectful with it, things can turn ugly real mf quick so watch out!
-loves to surprise you with outfits for date night
-he has a really good eye for fashion and knows what flatters your body surprisingly well
- he’s alwayssss thinking about you
-what he can do for you, how he can make you happy, what do you need
-he will do things like put gas in your car the night before you leave for work
-clean your room so that you can focus on studying for a test
-draw you a bubble bath and give you a thorough body massage when you tell him you had a rough day
-he can tell what kind of mood you’re in with just one look at you
-he has studied you inside and out
-and secretly hopes that you do the same for him 🥲
-he has a service mindset
-that definitely translates in and out the bedroom ;)
#nakamoto yuta smut#nct yuta nakamoto#nakamoto yuta fanfic#yuta nakamoto smut#yuta nct#nct yuta#yuta x reader#yuta smut#nakamoto yuta#yuta nct 127#nct 127 suggestive#nct 127 smut#nct 127 hard thoughts#nct 127 hard hours#nct 127 headcanons#nakamoto yuta hard hours#yuta hard hours#yuta nakamoto#yuta hard thoughts#yuta headcanons#nct smut#nct scenarios
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BBHMM
Summary: Yuta hasn't been answering your calls. It seems like he's completely ignoring you, so you decide to pay him a little visit.
CW: 18+, MDNI, violence (a slap or 2), mentions of substances, (weed, alcohol, cocaine, etc), cussing, slight angst, illegal activity, strip club owner Yuta x black fem reader, serious conversation between parents, tension, (Yuta isn't exactly over the reader and is whipped), suggestive, smut, dom reader, switch/sub leaning Yuta, he cums quick, reader is called mistress, finger sucking, handjob, thigh riding, hair pulling, making out, slight degradation (giving), ass slapping, I think that just about covers it! enjoy! Feedback is appreciated! (apologies to any Prius drivers in the audience 💀✋🏾)
Disclaimer: I do not believe that the members of NCT would act in this way , nor is it a representation of their real life actions or personalities. This is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.
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Yuta was ignoring you. You didn't think much of it at first. You knew he was busy with work most of the time, usually making a point to tell you he'd be busy or getting back to you later. But for the past few weeks, every time you would call, there was no answer. At first, you were concerned, since it wasn't like him to not answer. But it got to the point where instead of letting it ring, he'd send you straight to voicemail. That was what pissed you off. You couldn't stand not having good communication, especially since you had children together.
Your twin girls, only two years old, were always asking about their father. Constantly asking when they would talk to him, or see him again, it broke your heart when you saw their disappointment flickering across their faces when you would tell them he was busy at work.
And speaking of your children, you were also concerned for their needs. While you did work to support the three of you, your job only paid you enough to cover basic bills, clothes for the twins, and your groceries. Yuta usually covered everything else, from the rent and insurance to the twins daycare fees; he usually left a stack of bills on your bedroom dresser when he came to visit.
He insisted you didn't need to work, but you were stubborn. You felt you needed your job in case of emergencies. In case of times like these. While you hated to admit it, your babies depended on that money. Being an inconsistent parent was not going to cut it; you couldn't afford that. You didn't know what his problem was, but you were sure as hell going to find out.
You called your mother to watch the twins, leaving them in her care for the night. You waved one final goodbye to them before going back home to change. Your baby daddy had clearly forgotten who he was dealing with. If he thought for one second you were going to let him abandon his daughters, and only be a "sometimes dad," then he was sorely mistaken.
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Club Highway to Heaven was packed. It was usually brimming with customers; slow days were rare. Due to its location, it was a popular nightlife spot, with minimal competition. Spotting that the line was wrapped around the corner as usual, you immediately pulled around to the back parking lot reserved for the staff.
No one would bother you about parking in the back, and there was a parking space Yuta had reserved for you. But as you pulled forward, you saw a car in the space next to Yuta's. A gaudy pink Prius with cat ears on top sat there, in your way. In your space. "Ohhh, I see what this is about." You laughed softly, shaking your head.
You chose a random space to park in, not far from the back entrance. You got out, quickly making your way to the door, and putting in the code. You knew Yuta never changed the codes to this place, in spite of your many warnings about safety. Swinging the door open, you step carefully into the club. Immediately, you are transported to a different atmosphere.
The purple lights of the club caress your skin, enveloping you into the overall ambience. As you walk to the main floor of the club, the strong smelling mixture of alcohol, sweat, and weed make you choke out a cough.
Passing through the main floor, you see many half naked women, some walking the floor while others slide down poles. A familiar Rihanna song blares through the club speakers. Bottle girls in outfits nearly as skimpy as the dancers run around with drinks, trying to service their sections as quickly as possible. Men and women alike were cheering and throwing money like there was no tomorrow.
'Business is definitely booming.' You thought as you crossed the floor, and walked towards Yuta's office. You stopped when you reached the door, guarded by a massive, familiar bouncer. "Andre, long time no see. How's it going?" Your tone was sweet, calm. It would put anyone who didn't know you at ease. But the giant man at the door knew the look in your eye. It meant business. "Not too bad miz' Y/N. Here for the boss?”
"You know it." Andre gave you a knowing smile and stepped aside, letting you pass into the office. You walked slowly inside, not wanting your heels to give you away. Inside the office, Yuta sat behind his desk. A woman, presumably a dancer, sat in his lap. Her hand was on his chest, as she laughed at something he said before you came in.
"Well what the fuck do we have here?" Your casual words startled the pair. Yuta jumped, knocking the girl onto the floor. You'd probably laugh if you weren't pissed off. "Oh shit, Y/N! What the hell are you doing here?" Yuta asked, quickly adjusting his coat over his chest, as if he hadn't just been being felt up by one of his dancers.
"What the hell am I doing here? Oh I don't fucking know Yuta, maybe checking in on my children's dumbass father, who apparently forgot how to answer a got damn phone call! You've seriously been ghosting me to try and get your dick wet?!"
You were yelling now, and you hadn't meant to explode like that, but it was the last straw. Seeing him sit there, seemingly enjoying himself, while you had been worrying yourself at home had pushed you to the edge.
You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. Yuta looked at the dancer, catching her eye. "Candy, can we get some privacy please?" The woman, who'd been sitting on the floor the whole time, quickly got up, fixing her outfit before trotting out of the room. When you hear the door close, you release the breath you were holding.
"Y/N, I'm sorry. Can you please let me explain?" Sighing, you nod, earning a gentle smile from him. He grabbed your hand, guiding you to sit down in one of the mismatched chairs he liked to keep around. "Don't think you're off the hook though Nakamoto. I'm mad as fuck, and I don't want excuses, I want answers."
"Okay Y/N, calm down, you know I'll give it to you straight. I wouldn't lie to you." You raised an eyebrow. "Okay maybe not all the time but- you know what, nevermind. I apologize for not returning your calls. Work has been busy." He gave a noncommittal shrug, but he wouldn't look you in the eyes. He was hiding something.
"So busy that you can't make time for your daughters? They ask for you every day. They haven't seen or heard from you in weeks Yuta! They ask for you all the time, and I have to be the bearer of bad news and hold them when they cry because their daddy is busy with 'work.' I've been calling, and you wouldn't know if they were sick or in need of something because you haven't bothered to pick up your damn phone.”
Yuta hung his head low, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. "You're right. I'm sorry. I was wrong for going off the grid like that, and you and my babies didn't deserve it. It's just been way harder lately to manage things.”
Yuta rubbed his face, and for the first time, you took in his full appearance. His coat hung off of his arms, exposing his tense shoulders. He looked paler than usual, and there were bags under his eyes, barely concealed by make-up. He looked tired. "Talk to me. What's been going on?"
"I... had to fire my head manager. He was sneaking in coke bricks for some of the dancers. And I've been trying to find the source, since every other day, a dancer is showing up high off their ass. I've got to hire new security, since some people like to sneak in." He gave you a pointed look. "And I'm not trying to 'get my dick wet' as you so nicely put it. I was trying to investigate."
You regarded him skeptically. "Getting felt up by your employees is what you call investigating? Okay Mr. Officer." Yuta rolled his eyes at you.
"Getting that close to any of the dancers is hard enough, but you just happened to ruin my meeting with one of the biggest suspects in here. Candy is a ringleader of sorts. She was fucking that manager, and I'm pretty sure he's still got her running coke in here out of spite. But I don't have enough proof, since the other dancers are scared of her. I needed to get the information somehow, but alas, here we are."
You thought back to the woman who'd been there just a few minutes ago. She didn't seem very imposing from the floor, (and clad in a skimpy pink two piece set with cat ears), but you knew you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Your eyes widened as you realized something. "So that's the tramp who was in my parking spot! With cat ears!"
Yuta's ears turned red. "You uh, you saw that?" He stuttered, embarrassed. "Hell yeah I saw it! It would be a bitch who drives a Prius. That ugly ass car." Yuta couldn't help the snort that passed his lips at that.
"In spite of all that though, I understand why you've been busier. But you still could've sent me a text back, an email, hell, a regular letter in the mail! Anything to tell me you were alright. You made me worried, Yuta. We promised to communicate, for the sake of our girls and to maintain a good emotionally safe environment for them. They need us both, and this inconsistent parenting can't go on. I'm willing to help you with whatever it is you need for this place but don't shut me out. That only hurts us all. Okay?”
"Okay. Again, I'm sorry. I'll do better Y/N, for you and my girls. You have my word." Yuta leaned across his desk, offering you his hand. Resting your hand on his, you held back a shiver as he kissed the back of your hand. His lips were warm and soft against your skin. The tension in your shoulders slowly melted away as he kept your hand in between his, rubbing it softly. It was a habit he'd learned, back when you were together, to help calm you down.
He committed all small habits of yours to memory, easily able to perceive your mood. Now, as he sat playing with your hand, his thoughts were whirling. He still felt guilty for the way he'd left you in the dark, and he felt extra guilty that you saw him with another woman on his lap.
Even though the two of you weren't together, he couldn't help feeling like he'd betrayed you. He suppressed the feelings that the ache of not being with you brought to the surface, opting to press on for the sake of his business. But the truth was that he wasn't over you. He hadn't been on the dating scene since the end of your relationship.
His dates with Candy were never anything physical. Tonight was as far as it had gotten. Internally, he felt repulsed at her constant advances; he was only trying to get information. But you weren't anymore aware of his lingering feelings than you were of his whereabouts the past few weeks. He wanted to make it up to you, and being the man he was, Yuta had an idea.
Bringing your hand up to his lips, he pressed another kiss against your skin, and another. "Boy, what are you doing?" You pulled back, but he gripped your hand. "I'm apologizing. Won't you let me show you how sorry I am, mistress?" A sudden, strong pulse thrummed between your legs. Your eyes widened, and so did Yuta's grin. Your cheeks warmed.
"Don't- Yuta, don't play with me like that-" You are cut off when he takes one of your fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes as swirled his tongue around it. He moaned, before sucking it deeper into his mouth. Your mouth hung open at his audacity. You'd forgotten how bold he could be; but your body remembered.
Your legs shifted on impulse, muscle memory betraying you. Yuta released your finger slowly, his tongue trailing the underside of it before letting it go. "Who said I was playing?" His voice was low, dripping in lust and desire. You felt another pulse, stronger this time, and the familiar, slick feeling of your arousal gliding down your thighs.
"Yuta..." You say his name in warning, but truly as an anchor for yourself. "Please? I promise I'll be good. I'll do anything you like. Whatever you want, I'll do it." You felt the temptation of his offer course through your veins for a moment or two, before you caved. "You'll do anything, hm?”
Standing from your chair, you walked around his desk. You straddled his lap, and cupped his face in your hands. "Yes. Anything." The words are barely out before your lips are on his. His lips were fervent against yours, and his arms slid up, trapping your waist against his.
You took control, pushing his head up for a better angle. Yuta let you use his mouth, letting you do as you pleased; sucking and licking your tongue against his, biting his lips, anything you wanted. Just like he'd said.
Breaking away from his lips, you pushed his jacket down, off of his shoulders. Taking the hint, he sheds the coat completely, and you run your hands along his skin. Your nails graze his stomach, earning a low groan from the man beneath you.
Grinning, you slide off his lap, shimmying out of your underwear. Sliding carefully back into his lap, you gripped onto his shoulders. Understanding your intentions, Yuta tensed his thigh, watching as you pushed yourself back and forth. His eyes glazed over. He loved watching you use him to get off. “I see you still haven't changed; begging me to use you like a whore.”
Yuta swallowed thickly, holding back a moan. He felt himself twitch in his pants. “What's the matter baby? You like being reminded how easy you are?” You looked down at him, but his eyes were locked onto your pussy, grinding into the leather material of his pants. You move your hand from his shoulder, up to his hair. You gently pull his head up until his eyes are on yours. “Eyes up here pretty boy. I asked you a question.”
It took a minute before he remembered your question, his eyes darting in confusion. “Yes mistress, I like it.” You chuckled, tightening your hand around his hair. He moaned, leaning into your touch. “Pussy makes you go all dumb, huh?” Yuta nodded, and you released him, letting his eyes fall back to you on his thigh. Eventually, you felt that familiar heat in your clit. Your eyes roll back as your orgasm pulses through you, and Yuta holds you tighter as you rock your hips through it.
When you stop, taking a few moments to catch your breath, you find Yuta staring at you. His gaze is heavy, intense in a way that has your breath catching. It was a familiar look. Your heart squeezed in your chest, but you ignored it, opting to distract yourself. “Your turn, pretty boy. Take those pants off.”
Yuta blinked, breaking his focus on you for a second, before his features shifted into a lazy grin. He picks you up, setting you carefully on his desk, before obeying your words. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, winking at you as he does, before sliding his pants off. “Show off,” You mutter as he picks you up again, placing you over the bulge in his lap.
You scoot back, giving yourself enough room to palm him through his boxers. “Aw, what's the matter, too scared to ride me?” Yuta bats his eyelashes at you, fake concern dripping from his words. You pull his dick out, not taking the bait. “The last time I rode your dick, you got me pregnant, and we don't need anymore surprises.”
Before he can come up with some snarky comment, you start stroking him, your hand squeezing up and down his length with just enough pressure to shut him up. Yuta threw his head back, moaning loud and unashamed. “Please, fuck, just like that.” He panted, feeling himself embarrassingly close to his high. He tried to hold back, wanting to savor the feeling of your hands on him.
But between the pent up frustration of the past few weeks, and his ever present desire for you, the sight of you focusing on his pleasure is too much; before he can warn you, his orgasm slams into him, crashing like waves. Your eyes widen a bit, but your hand doesn't stop, until you see his hips twitch, legs shaking from the intensity of his release. You move your hands, rummaging through his desk drawer for a towel.
His cum covers his legs, stomach, and your hands. You're sure some got on your dress as well, but it doesn't bother you as much as it probably should. You wipe your hands off before starting to clean him. “Easy there, pretty boy. Breathe.” You coach him gently, running a hand through his hair as his heavy panting slows to quiet, even breaths. When you're sure he's calm, you kiss his forehead, then his lips.
“I mean what I said Yuta. You'd better keep your promise or else I'll burn this bitch to the ground.” You poke his chest, and lean into his face. Yuta smiles at you, and for a moment, you're distracted by his beauty. “Okay, I'll be there tomorrow. I promise. I won't let you down, not again.” He slides his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together. He brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it.
Your heart flutters at the gesture. Your moment is interrupted however, by your phone’s notifications going off. “I should get out of here, I need to go to work in the morning.” You slide off of his lap, standing to adjust your clothes. You see your underwear on the floor, and you bend to pick them up. Before you can reach them, you are startled by a stinging slap to your ass.
You jump up, turning to glare at Yuta, laughing his ass off. “Sorry, I couldn't resist; it was in my face!” Your eye twitches, and the laughter in his throat dies. You decide to let him get away with it for now, opting to walk out of his office. “Wait! Let me walk you out at least!” You raise your hand to acknowledge his request, before stepping into the hallway to let him get dressed.
You are expecting to find Andre still outside, but instead of the massive guard, you come face to face with two dancers. One of them was the girl from earlier, Candy. “So this is the bitch Candy? He threw you out for her?” The other one’s nasally voice immediately makes you annoyed. “Yeah that's her.” Candy steps forward, getting in your face. “Look here, bitch, I don't-”
She is cut off when your hand collides with her face, knocking her backwards in her heels. She falls to the floor in a pathetic heap, before gathering her bearings. Shock paints her face. “Did you just slap me?” You tilt your head, looking down at her. “Nooo, I gave you a hug. What do you think?”
The other dancer stomps over to you, but before she can swing, you land another slap, knocking her to the ground with her friend. Just then, Yuta emerged from the office. “Y/N what's- going on…” His words die as he sees two of his dancers on the floor. From the expression on your face, he already knew what happened. “Yuta! She slapped us and we weren't-” He holds up his hand, silencing the lie about to spill from his dancer's mouth.
“Candy, Cherry, this is my children's mother. You will treat her with respect, and if I catch you doing otherwise, we will have problems. Is that understood?” Both dancers looked down at the floor, mumbling a weak “Yes Mr. Nakamoto.”
Yuta jerked his head, signaling for them to get lost. When they were gone, you turned to him, one eyebrow raised. “Sorry about them, like I said, it's been getting out of hand. Here,” Yuta took your hand, placing a large stack of bills in it, “let's get you home, so I can shut this place down.” He walks you down the steps, before a few members of his security team follow you through the club to your car.
Making sure you get in your car safely, Yuta shuts your door. You roll your window down to speak. Yuta beats you to the punch though. “Do I ever tell you how hot you are when you're mad?” You roll your eyes at him, and he laughs, taking your hand. “Tomorrow Yuta, remember.” You look at him expectantly. “Tomorrow. I promise.” He squeezes your hand, and all you can do is hope that he keeps it.
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Wanna make a movie?-yuta
Pairing: photographer! Yuta nakamoto x fem! Reader
Warnings: photographer boyfriend Yuta!, Smut, filming sex, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it people!), after care kink, choking, hair pulling, begging, degration, head giving ( m receiving)
Summary: you and your boyfriend Yuta were gonna just chill and watch your favorite movies and fall Asleep you thought but he had other plans….
A/N: so i will post stories they might be short but hey it’s the thought that counts and send some juicy JUCIY requests and please don’t be shy about it and that’s and I hope y’all enjoy it . Also y/n doesn’t get no prep just straight up DICK.
Enjoy :)
You we’re waiting on your boyfriend to get back from work cause he promised you guys would watch a movie and just chill. And when he arrives he has a camera and not just a regular camera that you take pictures with its was a camcorder. He usually didn’t bring his equipment home with him unless he had to work on a project that he could finish at the office. So when he brought home his camcorder it was surprising and confusing. “Hey baby” he said while giving you the most perfect smile along with a kiss on the cheek, “hey, what took you so long?” While stepping aside to let him in the house. “I was only 3 minutes late baby don’t worry I just had to talk to my boss about some things” he says in the a smooth tone while taking your hand and walking you into your shared bedroom.
“I thought we were gonna watch a movie together?” You said while he sat you down no the bed and pulled his camcorder out and placed it infront of you guys bed. “we are the movie” he said while turning back to you with a mischievous smile on his face “w-what do you mean?” You said confused. “I’m going to film us having sex baby, but if you don’t want to we can always just lay down and watch a actual movie and forget the whole thing” he said looking at you with concern tone.
Honestly the whole thing was arousing and you wanted too. “Let’s do it” you confidently he was shocked for a second. He didn’t think you would actually wanna do it. He thought you would simply say no and shut down his fantasies and never talk about it again. “Is it record-“ you ask but before you could get the full thing out Yuta pounced on you and bringing you in with a rough kiss. teeth clashing together in the process.
He then stands up off the bed with a smirk and walks to the camera and grabbed it. He then went back to the bed but this time sitting at the edge of the bed. “Come here” he says with a dominant tone. You then got of the bed and walked infront of him. “yes?” You said curious about what he was going to do “kneel for me baby” he said with the camera facing down to his pants and his growing erection.
You do what he says and starts to unzip his pants. You pull down his pants and briefs all together. His cock springs up with a red tip with precum leaking from his tip, your mouth watering ready to take anything he gave you right then and there. You start kissing his tip, hissing at the contact “s-stop teasing baby girl” he said grabbing your hair into a ponytail while lining your face to his cock “open wide pretty” he said with a mischievous smirk. You open your mouth and not even a second later he shoved his cock in your mouth, he then lets you adjust and starts at a slow pace “s-shit” he says and lets out the most beautiful groan you ever heard. He starts speeding up his pace and bucks his hips into your mouth and you hold onto his legs for dear life, all while the camera is still focused on you taking his cock into your mouth like a pro. You look up at him with teary eyes as he starts to go at a humane pace “f-fuck baby you look so cute with my cock in your mouth” he says while groaning at how your gaging around him. You then tap his signaling that you needed to take a breath for some time. So he lets go of your head and you pull off his cock and look up at him in is eyes “I want you to cum in me” you say with a whimper. “F-fuck baby whenever you look me like that I’ll do anything” he said while flipping your positions to you on the bed and him on top of you with a camera facing you.
He then starts to rip off each piece of clothing on your body like a madman. Leaving you in your bra and your soaked painties. He then pulled your bra down to let your tits out and let’s the camera have a look like someone was watching live, he then starts licking one of your tits teeth grazing it as he sucks “I love your tits so much” he says between your breast.
He then stops and rips your panties off of your body, “YUTA!” You say shocked, “calm down baby I’ll buy you another pair” he says with a wink. He then went back to ruining you. He went down on you with the camera in his hand, he wanted it to get a good view of your pretty cunt before he ruins you. “Who does this pussy belong to?” He says while moving his thumb up and down your slit “y-you” you say in a unsteadily breathing “who baby?” He said looking up at you, when you don’t answer he slaps your cunt asks you again “who does this pussy belong to slut?” He says with seriousness in his eyes and lust “y-you yuta!” You say eyes rolling to the back of your head. Instead of preparing you for his cock he slams his cock into knocking the wind out of you, not Long after he starts moving his hip into your hips “f-fuck so tight for me baby” he says while putting his face in your neck to leave marks on you to let people who you belong to.
You moan so loud at all your most sensitive parts being pleasured that your sure the neighbors probably heard you and thought you being murdered. Springs of curses come from under his breath “f-fuck baby it’s like your pussy was made to take my dick” he says sucking on your sensitive spot.
“F-fuck Yuta!” You moaned your 1st orgasm coming out of you. Clenching around his dick while his lower admen was covered in your juices, “s-shit baby” he says as grunts come out of his mouth, he rides you through your high and cum during that and filling you to the brim with his cum.
(I was lazy and didn’t want to right all that rn sooo I’m sorry baby😢)
He then pulls out of you his cum spilling out of your cunt. You then Relax into the bed until you feel arms wrapping around carrying you bridal style into you and yutas bathroom. Putting you into the tub and then coming and sitting down behind with his phone in his hand “wanna watch a movie baby?” He says kissing the side of your cheek (face). You then laugh and agree and watch the movie on his phone. At least you got to watch a movie it’s a win win.
THE END
Sorry if it sucked ass and took a long time
By: kpopcafeeee
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date night with yuta
date night with yuta , but make it steamy ;)
yuta x fem!reader
warnings: man handling, choking, smut (obvi lol)
~ arisa ~
NSFW UNDER THE CUT , MINORS DNI !!!
Date night with Yuta is always an adventure, that sometimes leads to intense passion under the sheets. However it always starts so sweet.
He has reservations at a nice restaurant, probably the nicest in town, and somehow gets the manager to let him bypass the waitlist, just so he can take you out for a nice night.
He’s laid out a new dress that he bought for you on your shared bed. He wouldn’t let you see it before, however Yuta has good taste, and he knows your figure like the back of his hand. A stunning black cocktail dress that shows just enough of your cleavage to tease him, which of course you take the opportunity.
He picks you up, and immediately is looking you up and down. He already knows that dress will be on the floor later that evening, but he’s respectful for the time being. “You look stunning, baby” he says with a smirk.
At the restaurant, he knows others are staring, but who can blame them? He ushers you to the table, and as he guides you into your seat, his hand is a little lower than normal, resting just below your waist.
The dinner is great, but Yuta can’t hide the fact that he’s been looking at your tits all night. How could he resist when they look so good in that dress. After the meal, his eyes shift from bliss and adoration to lust. He wants you. And if he could take you right then and there, nothing would stop him. But he waits till the two of you arrive at home.
As soon as he closes the door, he grabs you. One hand around your waist, the other around your wrist, pushing you against the wall. You don’t even have time to speak before his lips are against yours passionately. Finally words are spoken, but not yours as you’re already drunk on his lips alone. “You’ve been teasing me all night. You know how your tits look don’t you? You know what happens when you tease me…” he says as he leaves a trail of kisses down your jaw, to your neck, already marking you up.
Before you can form any words, he’s got your dress up just enough to let his fingers glide across your panties, teasing you as he won’t take them off just yet. Rubbing perfect circles around your clit, leaving marks along your collarbone, he already has you moaning his name. Wanting more.
You gasp as he picks you up, and gives you a smirk when you naturally wrap your legs around his waist. Like muscle memory, he takes you to your room, without breaking away from kissing you. As the two of you enter the room, he closes the door behind him and tosses you down on the bed. Before you can move, he’s already hovering above you, looking deep into your eyes.
“That dress is pretty baby, but I think it’s time to take it off.” As he starts to slide the dress off, he immediately begins trailing kisses down your neck, and further down your body as he slowly strips you down, building the anticipation, and making you want him more.
He teases you, leaving gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs, enjoying the patience that you have, knowing that you want more, and knowing that he has full control.
His tongue is magical as it glides across your clit, causing an arch to form in your back. Still teasing you till he has you begging for more. “Let me hear you baby. Let me hear your pretty voice moaning my name.” He says as he slowly pushes himself into you, making sure not to hurt you. The sudden pressure makes you gasp, as you let out a moan of pleasure. Now he’s into it, wanting to hear more of you.
He quickens his pace, as he starts slamming his hips into yours. A firm but gentle grip around your neck, while his other hand has both of yours secured above your head, refusing to let you go. Your tits bouncing with every thrust drives him crazy.
“Let me hear you baby.” He already has you screaming as the tension of your climax builds in your stomach. He hits all of the right spots perfectly, leaving you in pure bliss as you scream out in pleasure.
“Yuta, im close baby, don’t stop.” Tears start welling in your eyes, as the knot in your stomach threatens to unwind. The first sentence you have been able to form since you two got home. Eager to reach his own climax, he thrusts harder and deeper, letting small moans of his own escape from his perfect lips.
Not long after, you both reach your breaking point together. His final few thrusts so deep it feels like he’s reaching your stomach. He glided himself out of you, and brings his cock to your mouth. “Open that pretty little mouth baby, don’t waste a drop.” He says as you open your mouth to let his cum fill your throat.
Pure bliss as he exhales, releasing himself and watching you swallow all of it. “God you’re so sexy.” He says, grabbing onto your throat again, and bring his lips back to yours, before laying beside you. Panting and sweaty, the two of you lay there for a moment, taking in the events of the night.
Getting up from the bed, Yuta walks to the bathroom and starts preparing a bath for you two to share. Returning to your side, he picks you up effortlessly, and walks you to the tub, placing you in the warm water and sliding in behind you.
He takes his time washing your hair and massaging your scalp before cleaning himself up. Refusing to let you walk on your own, he gets out, and grabs a couple towels. One around his waist, and the other around you, handling you now as if you are the most fragile thing he’s ever seen.
He picks you up again and takes you back to bed, sliding into the sheets with you before covering your bare bodies. He pulls you into his chest, playing with your hair, humming a gentle tune, as he lulls you to sleep.
Just before you slip off into the dream realm, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I’m so in love with you, my perfect baby.”
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Can I request a Yuta Nakamoto best friend smut? With female reader...
-🫣anon
I like your hands…
yuta x afab reader
warnings (wtf are you doing on smut tumblr as a minor?): smut, friends turned situationship, more smut, hand kink…
it was finally the weekend after a week that felt like a month! you needed to chill, take a breath, get some needed sleep, meditate… but that wasn’t going to happen, for you were going to a concert that evening. not that you minded… you were going to watch your best friend Yuta perform live, something you have always wanted to witness. but before that you had to do grown-up stuff… like shower and make yourself food and go get groceries… ugh!
just as you were about to exit your apartment to go get some groceries, your phone rings in your bag. it’s Yuta (your bestie) asking if you wanted to go for a quick brunch (that sounded so millennial I’m sorry). you agreed after being hesitant… you wondered where he got the time since he was literally performing that evening to thousands of people. you quickly pack the rest of your bag and sprint to the cafe he said to meet up at.
the cafe was fancy to say the least. you walked through the cafe doors and saw Yuta sitting in the middle of the room, already drinking a coffee. he doesn’t notice you until you’re right next to him. he quickly stands and gives you a hug ‘hi y/n, how have you been?’ he asks, pulling your seat out for you to sit. ‘I’ve been good… busy but good.’ you reply, settling your bag to the side. ‘shouldn’t you be preparing for a crowd of thousands at the moment’ you ask, looking into his eyes. damn, his eyes are really pretty now that you’re actually noticing and his hair compliments his skin tone a little too much to your liking. ‘We have a few hours before the concert and I knew you were coming to watch… thought we could chat a bit since we’ve both been busy and out of touch’ he says, grabbing your hand that was on the table and holding it. His hands are… fucking beautiful to say the least. it’s like Aphrodite sculpted every vein and crease on his hands, wrists… wow. ‘Would you like to order something?’ Yuta asks as the waiter is standing next to you… you must’ve gotten lost in a trance while looking at Yuta’s hands… you were weak!
after your meeting, Yuta walked with you back to your car, a awkward silence filled the air. ‘y/n, is there anything you’re insecure about?’ he asks, not in a offensive way, he was genuinely curious. ‘I don’t know, I think I’m insecure about everything and nothing at the same time. some days I feel pretty and other days I feel like dog shit’ you answer, Yuta looking at you confused. ‘Is there anything you’re insecure about?’ you ask in return. he takes a while to get to something that makes him feel insecure… ‘I don’t like my hands that much.’ you are shocked to say the least… ‘why, your hands are so pretty?’ you ask, a reprimanding tone in your voice. ‘I don’t know, I just wouldn’t list it as something that makes me attractive.’ he replies, you still shocked by his statement. you finally reach your car as Yuta greets you. ‘I should go get ready for tonight’s concert…’ you say, Yuta turning away and walking. ‘oh… and I like your hands…’ you say to him across the parking lot. you didn’t see it but he smiled and blushed so hard he could barely keep a straight face.
you arrive at the stadium for the concert, lines waiting for their tickets to get scanned. it was packed and you knew it was going to be a suffocating environment, however that didn’t matter for you were supporting your BEST FRIEND (which you told yourself constantly after your encounter at the cafe that morning). the show starts, people screaming and shouting, lights flashing… it was incredibly entertaining and somewhat nostalgic. the other members were amazing but your eyes were focused on Yuta… a little too much honestly. you started wondering mid concert if you were falling hard for the dude who lies like it’s a language and calls you bro as if it’s your first name. to be honest you tuned out so hard that before you knew it, the concert ended. people were leaving and the seats next to you were empty as you were just standing there lifelessly in a state of thought. you snapped back to reality shortly, got your things and went to go greet the guys backstage.
as you entered the backstage area you saw the other members either cooling off, eating or chatting with one another or other fans with a backstage pass, but you couldn’t see Yuta. you figured he was tired and probably wanted to be alone, so you greeted some of the guys but eventually left soon after. as you were heading for the exit of the backstage area, Yuta runs after you. ‘y/n where are you going?’ he asks slightly out of breath from running and performing for like… 2-ish hours. ‘I didn’t see you backstage so I thought you were tired or getting dressed…’ in that moment as you looked at him you realized he was shirtless. ‘I’m sorry, I wanted to change quickly before I saw you, I look all sweaty…’ he says shyly, and you won’t lie you would lick that sweat anytime! ‘I was wondering if you’d like a drink? Tea?’ he asked, gesturing to go to his dressing room. You couldn’t say no cause he looked all sexy with sweat dripping down his neck and he still smelled like an angel and his hair was all messy and his tattoos look all pretty and his belly button piercing was shining and his… you were WEAK!
as you entered his dressing room, you realized you were the only ones in there. he closed the door behind you and showed you to the couch in the room, which was conveniently facing the mirror. ‘so what do you want to drink?’ Yuta asks, walking across the room to the small fridge in the corner. ‘I have beer, whiskey, vodka, wine…’ he says, rummaging through the little fridge. ‘tea or a glass of water would be nice…’ you reply, Yuta laughing at your response. ‘you’re really boring.’ he says, pouring himself some whiskey and putting the kettle on for your tea. ‘I have to drive home…’ you reminded him. he sits down next to you on the couch, handing you your tea. ‘thanks for supporting me tonight, I really appreciate it.’ he thanks you, turning himself slightly to face you. ‘not as much as the fans appreciated it though…’ you say, gesturing to his still naked torso. ‘oh sorry… am I making you uncomfortable?’ he asks sarcastically, placing his hands on his chest to cover himself up. you once again notice his hands and how attractive every vein running down his arms are. he notices you staring, the air becomes thick and you completely zone out. subconsciously you both move closer to one another, both of you trying to keep focus but you just end up saying weird shit to one another and without even thinking you’re on his lap.
your lips are centimeters apart, foreheads touching and your heavy, nervous breathing seals the deal. his lips meet yours as his hand travels up your neck to your hair and grips tightly, your hands cupping the sides of his face and his other hand making it’s way under your underwear. ‘we should stop…’ you say breathlessly in an attempt to potentially save your friendship. ‘no we don’t…’ Yuta replies kissing you harder than before, his tongue intertwining with yours (and your friendship leaving the door). he flips you over so that he is hovering over you on the couch, his hands lifting your shirt up and throwing it on the ground. your bare torso feels the cold sensation of his rings as his hands roam your body, snaking down to your pants. he quickly removes your pants and throws them to the side, his hands moving towards your core. you look up to see yourself naked in the reflection of the mirror, seeing only Yuta’s back and head. he moves down to your heat, his head between your thighs and all you can see is the filthy reflection of you two in the mirror. he starts eating you out, making it impossible to keep quiet. ‘let them hear you…’ he says, moving his fingers toward your entrance and entering two fingers. his tongue licking your clit and his fingers moving in and out of you got you in a trance. ‘Yuta, I’m close…’ you say heavily, earning a grin from him. ‘cum around these pretty fingers you like so much…’ he says, pushing in and out of you faster until your cumming and squirting all over his hands and face. ‘such a good girl…’ he says, wiping his face with his dry hand.
you hear his belt unbuckle, his pants falling slowly to the floor. you feel embarrassed all naked like this, especially in front of your (former) best friend. ‘fuck, you’re beautiful…’ he says, finally removing his underwear to reveal his dick. even his dick was pretty, you don’t know how someone can be this attractive. just looking at his bare body, hooded eyes, tattoos and piercings could feed your fantasies and make you cum. ‘you look so cute naked… we might have to do this more often so I could see how cute you can get’ he says, teasing your entrance with his dick. ‘stop teasing me, please…’ you manage to whimper. ‘what do you want me to do then?’ he asks devilishly, removing himself from your entrance. ‘I want you to fuck me…’ and before you could end the sentence, he was fucking you hard. the sounds echoing in the room as his dick slams in and out of you, you’re heavy panting adding to the atmosphere. his left hand moving to your neck, slightly choking you. the sensation arousing you even further, it made you smile even. his right holds your one thigh, pushing it against your body as he moves even faster than before… you were going insane. your toes were curling from the pleasure, you knew you weren’t gonna last any longer and neither was he. ‘I’m gonna cum…’ you moan softly, his eyes meeting yours for a brief second after he was looking at your body the entire time. ‘cum for me…’ he pants in your ear, his abdominal muscles contracting with every thrust. ‘fuck you feel so good…’ Yuta says, earning a grin from you. before you could even think of anything else to say, you reached your high again. cum pouring out of you, your body shaking from what just happened. Yuta slowly pulls out and watches the cum drip down onto the couch, the sight making him want more.
before you could gather your senses he flipped you over once again so that you were straddling him. he looked into your eyes as you were hovering over him, his lips meeting yours again. he moves his lips to your neck, then to your chest as he leaves marks all over your body. ‘turn around’ he says, signaling for you to turn around so that you were facing the mirror on top of him. you quickly face the other way, now looking at yourself in the mirror and Yuta’s hands crawling along the sides of your body, one moving to your neck, the other moving to your clit. he starts circling your clit while kissing your neck from the back, him looking at your sensual reflection as well. the moans coming from you filled the room (and the hallway) as his hand moved faster around your clit. you were close to climaxing but before you could Yuta removes his hand and places it on your thigh. he lifts you slightly over his dick and he starts thrusting into you from below, your body automatically syncing up with his thrusts. the sight of you bouncing on his dick made him feel a certain way, and him knowing you’re seeing yourself all ruined like this made him even more turned on. ‘look at how pretty you are, fucked raw…’ he whispers into your ear, your core clenching at his words. ‘I want you to see how cute you look when my cum leaks out of you…’ he says thrusting even harder as if it was even possible. the hand that was on your neck moved to your breast, teasing your nipple as you were so close to cumming for the third time that evening. ‘Yuta I can’t…’ you say breathlessly, you can’t hold it in anymore. you were reaching your high for the third time but Yuta didn’t stop thrusting in and out of you until you were a cumming, squirting mess. his dick hitting you so deep it felt like you were gonna break. when he finally pulls out of you, he takes your jaw in his hand and he forces you to look at your reflection in the mirror. he forced you to look at your fucked out face, shaking body, heaving chest and the cum running down your thighs.
he gently lifts you up and places you down on the (not cum smeared part) couch. ‘see this is what happens when you compliment me!’ he says, giving you a kiss to the forehead. he went to the bathroom to go clean up and you were understandably confused and shocked. you gather your clothes that were on the floor and you quickly put them on. you look at the cup of tea on the table and you feel sorry for everything it just witnessed.
‘I should get going.’ you say as Yuta comes out of the bathroom. ‘Hey, wait…’ Yuta says, trying to stop you from leaving. ‘What?’ you ask, kinda confused and rattled by everything that just happened. you were expecting Yuta to end the friendship. you thought he wanted to cut all ties with you now that things were awkward as fuck. Yuta looked into your eyes and he asks you… ‘I was wondering… there is a new Sanrio store that opened and I was wondering if you’d like to go check it out with me?’
thanks for reading… I absolutely loved this request, we need more people like anon who asks and requests what society needs! this is inspired by my love for Yuta’s hands cause when I see them hands I started barking like a damn dog!
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Best Hole
Nakamoto Yuta x Male Reader
cw: top yuta, sub-ish slutty yn, cheating, breeding, blowjob, deepthroat, degradation, fingering, implied impregnation kink.
an: first story of this year!!, it was almost a month since i wrote something, i feel kinda rusty so ntm with this one 😭
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yuta was opening the door to his house while a tipsy yn was next to him. they both went out to celebrate that tomorrow is yuta's wedding, however, yn drank too much and ended up getting a little drunk so they had to return home.
“we're finally here” sighed yuta throwing the keys to the nearest table, then he lifted yn and took him to his bed.
they were both lying in the same bed when suddenly yuta feels yn rubbing himself on his leg, "yn what are you doing" the groom asked, yn didn't respond he just moaned, "umm.. yn?" he asked again. “i need you” were the only words that came out of his best friend mouth.
“what are you talking about yn? do you realize my wedding is in some hours… i-i can't fuck you..” yuta blurted out. “please no one would know about that” yn was so needy for yuta, his face was too red “please at least just for tonight”.
“you know i like it rough yn. how you're gonna walk tomorrow to attend my wedding?” yn didn't answered he just went straight to yuta's bulge and began to sniff it, “fine but just remember” yuta grabbed yn by his chin and made eye contact with him “i warned you, it's not gonna be my fault if you can't walk tomorrow” and with one gentle slap on yn's left cheek he unzipped his pants, freeing his big heavy cock “go on” the top demanded.
yn started to kiss the tip, licking some of the pre-cum. his tongue going up and down the shaft making sure to lick every vein and every inch of it. “look at you so needy for my cock, you're like a whore.. fuck.. a filthy one.. look at you gagging over a committed man's cock” said yuta between pants and whimpers. yn enjoyed how yuta was treating him, one of his hands went towards his pants, discarding it and then started to finger himself, “come yn i know you can do more than that. put it all inside you” ordered yuta. yn slowly went down, swallowing every inch little by little until it was all the way inside “there you go now hold on a little. breathe through your nose" the top reminded yn.
yn was making a mess with yuta's cock, he would kiss it, sniff it and then rub it all over his face leaving it soaked with the thick saliva, “look at you.. ahh~ so desperate for my cock” yuta laughed wiping some tears from yn's eyes. yn accelerated the pace of his blowjob, waiting eagerly to taste yuta's cum, “stop yn” he obeyed, "what's wrong?" he asked. "i want to cum .. but inside you" he panted, "come on, ride me" yuta lay back on the bed placing his hands behind his head and letting yn do all the work.
yn tried to take it all at once but it was so thick, the burning sensation of the stretch making him moan loudly "breathe a little" mentions yuta, and with just a thrust he manages to be completely inside the bottom, "shit, you're squeezing me too much" the tall one moaned "start moving those hips, you dirty slut”. yn's ass went up and down, yuta was amazed watching how his cock dissapeared inside that ass “you're taking me so well slut. not even my soon-to-be wife can take me all”. “shit yuta.. so am i better than your wife?” yn started to question him as a way to rile him up more “are you gonna fuck your wife like this?. everytime you fuck her you gonna think it's m–” yuta flipped him over not letting him finish the question, he was now lying with his back against the bed, yuta grabbed him by his knees, bringing them close to his chest and started drilling him "you're a filthy bitch, you know? i’m not going to stop until i fill you up with my cum”; “yes, please” yn moaned "i want it all inside me, give it all to me” he begged.
"tell me, even after getting married you're still going to give me your filthy hole huh? are you going to keep spreading these legs for me?" yuta asked feeling that delicious sensation in his lower tummy. “yes yuta, i will always be your bitch, this hole belongs to you so you can do whatever you want with it, let's make a lot of babies behind your eife's back”.
“for fuck's sake yn, shut your fucking mouth, heavens... if you keep talking like that, i’m not going to stop fucking you all night” yuta says, "is it a deal then? are you going to be my side bitch?" he questions to which yn responds quickly without thinking "yes yuta i’m just a hole for you to breed whenever you want”. that was yuta's last straw, he came inside yn's ruined hole, but he didn't take it out, something that make yn to look at him with concern, "i warned you not to keep talking like that, i guess we won't sleep tonight”
the next day during the wedding after party yuta was happy with his new wife celebrating and dancing, while yn was with slight dark circles under his eyes, a hoarse voice and struggling to walk, looking for some liquor to wet his throat “fucking yuta you almost destroyed me” he murmurs drinking all the content of the cup all at once.
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hard thoughts at 1:27 am fuck it we ballin
Yuta would look you dead in your eyes while he's throttling you missionary and say "I would fucking die for you" and he'd mean that shit
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Poison
Summary : you've got a new roommate and for your surprise he's your childhood friend's step brother and one day you go to their home town
Pairs : childhood friends!yuta x fem!reader x roommate!shotaro
Warings : SMUT, poly, threesome,dick sucking, kinda degradation, yuta is kinda mean,creamie pie,cum eating, nipple play
W.C : 3.1k.
A/N : I came back after a while and I might do individual parts for each one :/
Since you were a child you always liked your mom's friend’s son , nakamoto yuta or yuta , you two always played around like any children, you two went to the same school, and hang out with each other a lot , it was until ms.nakamoto and her husband decided to move back to Japan, it was like breaking news for you , you won't see your first love anymore, but not all the and good things remain for too long, you both said your last goodbyes to each other , yuta was one of your few friends, now who will play with you in school and who will have these sleepovers with you and play hide and seek with you , it was heartbreaking for you, but you gotta move on and find new friends.
it was hard for you to make friends since you had the fear of them leaving you and that caused anxiety,but luckily you were popular, you were popular for being smart,pretty,an athlete and religious., you were in a strictly religious family, you knew about morals,went to church,you never had sex. Your mom always told you to wait for the right time. , everybody knew you as the smart , pretty girl, boys tried asking you out but ends up escaping from them cause they wanna hookup , you graduated from high school and got a scholarship in spain , you left the country, your parents, friends, memories, to go and start a new life, that college was one of the biggest colleges in spain , you were smart , but it was filled with smart people anyways , you always got your assignments done and always got good grades , every teacher liked you, all students wanted to be your friend
“Did you hear about that new student?” Your friend asked.
“No I didn't, who is it?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.
“He has a brother who was really popular here for being smart and handsome , you really don't know?” Your friend asked
“No, who is that?” You asked curiously
“The new student is called osaki shotaro,and his brother is called nakamoto yuta”
“Oh , well I'm willing to see the new student then” you chuckle and roll your eyes, you thought about it for a while, the name nakamoto yuta felt familiar, you heard it before, you weren't sure if it was him but you remember he didn't have a brother
“How are they brothers?” You asked curiously
“What do you mean?” Your friend raises her eyebrows
“Like yuta’s last name is nakamoto, while shotaro’s last name is osaki , how are they siblings?” You raise your eyebrows and scratch your head
“They're probably step siblings unless one of them is adopted , it doesn't matter they're both cute” you chuckle at her comment and roll your eyes.
Time goes by the weekend comes while you were just chilling at your dorm , they informed you that the new student will be your roommate , you were just nervous, yes you had friends, but you still had anxiety talking to people was one of your worst fears , you tried calming yourself down but you couldn't help but panic and shake
It was until you heard the door unlock , you take a deep breath before you put on a smile
You heard footsteps until you saw someone come in
“Oh hello , you must be my roommate” he noted and smiles back at you
“Oh yeah it's nice to meet you I'm y/n” you offer your hand as he shakes it
“Well don't mind me , my brother is getting some of things” he says and smiles
“No it's okay, moving out must be really hard” you smile back and help him move his things
You heard footsteps once again assuming it was his brother
“Here you go , god you got a lot of things” you can hear his brother talking
“oh I'm sorry but I'm just kinda nervous, also meet my roommate, y/n come here!” he calls you out, you turn around to face the two men
“Oh hello , I'm y/n nice to meet you” you walk toward them and smile
“Oh hi y/n I'm yuta , nice to meet you too” he smiles and offers his hand, you shake his hand for few seconds and let go of his hand
And smile softly , he felt familiar, he looked familiar, you really wished it was him but at the same time not
“Okay now I'm going, have fun at your new place, take care of yourself” yuta says and hugs his brother tightly
“Thank you yuta , I'll miss you so much, take care of yourself too” he hugs his brother back you were just standing awkwardly, they finally pulled, and yuta leaves as shotaro, lock the door, he sighs and sits on the bed for a while
“I hope we become good friends” you said with a smile
“Yeah, same here !!” He smiles sweetly, gosh his smile was so cute , you wished he smiles like that forever
“Did they give you the schedule?” You asked quietly
“ahh yes they did” he smiles and hands you a paper
“Oh well have the same classes” you say excitedly
“Oh really? Well that will be nice” he says sweetly and smiles softly.
Time goes by , you and shotaro developed a really good friendship , you two hung out together a lot , ate dinner after college, studied together, some people even thought you were dating , sometimes it was funny seeing people saying that the two of you look cute together, you will admit you have a tiny crush on shotaro, but you never knew if it was just a crush or actually love , he invited you to meet his family multiple times in japan but you refuse since you have projects and work to do, he told you that him and yuta are step brothers and that his father and yuta's mother are married since they were both children, now it was understandable why their surnames were different
Days went by and the first year of college is finally done , your plans were to go to meet your family back in your mother country
Shotaro also insisted that you go with him back to Japan to meet his family, you tried to refuse multiple times but he said that his parents wanted to see you so you finally gave up and decided to meet his parents, he told you can stay at their house since they have a guest room , you packed decent clothes , that looked good ,not too formal not too casual so they don't think of her in a bad image or something, you and shotaro finally arrive to japan and yuta welcomes you two
“Yuta omg I missed you” shotaro runs to yuta and hugs him tightly both of them have a smile on their faces
“I miss you too,mom and dad miss you alot they're also waiting impatiently to meet your friend” they both look at you while you stand awkwardly while your luggage is behind you
“Oh hi yuta” you smile and wave.you can hear him chuckle
“Let me take this” he walks to take the luggage from behind you and walks forward with shotaro and you behind them ,both of them sit in the front seats while you're in the backseat , “mom told me to take you both to a restaurant since she's kinda sick to cook food” yuta says
“Is she okay yuta?” Shotaro asks in a worried tone
“Yes she is, but you know mom always overworks herself” yuta sighs and parks the car
“Okay you two get out of the car” yuta says looking at you with a soft smile , you smile back and get out of the car , you went into the restaurant, it was selling Japanese, you heard shotaro complain sometimes to yuta about how much he misses the Japanese food, everyone ordered their food and after finishing yuta paid and he drove home, he unlocks the door, his parents were sitting together watching the tv
“We're home!!” Yuta yelled excitedly
“Oh god shotaro you're home finally” his dad smiles and hugs him tightly
“I'm assuming you're y/n right?” His mom asked you , she looked familiar to you
“Ah yes I am” you smile and nod
“You look familiar oh my , it's hard to remember oh god” she stares at you for few seconds
“Oh my , you're y/n , now I remembered, I'm ms.nakamoto do you remember me? You and yuta used to play together alot” you finally realized why did she look familiar
“Oh !! Yes of course I do remember “ you smile awkwardly as she hugs you tightly
“Yuta !! Come here” she yells, as yuta walks over , his red coloured bangs nearly covering his eyes , he was beautiful as always, since you were kids they always talked about how yuta looked handsome and his charm, girls at school always had a crush on him
“What is it mom?” He questions and raises his eyebrows
“That's y/n !! , the girl you used to play with back when you were a child, remember ? Before we come here” she asks him excitedly
“ahh yes I remember now, it's nice to meet you again y/n” he smiles softly, you smile back to him and nod slightly,Mrs.nakamoto started to ask you about your life and family and talked about her memories with your mom , since they knew each other from childhood , it was nice to hear about all these things after a long time , time passes and everyone goes to bed , shotaro leads you to the room you're supposed to stay at, there wasn't a bed , shotaro looks confusedly and calls his dad
“What happened to the furniture in this room?!” Shotaro asks with a slightly annoyed tone
“Well me and your mother decided to turn it into an office or a small library” his father smiles nervously
“she can sleep at your room shotaro don't be lame” his dad says
Shotaro looks at you in an embarrassed look on his face and sighs
“Follow me y/n…goodnight dad” he says and holds one of your hands leading you to his bedroom , shotaro was always nice and smiley if anyone needed anything they depend on him since he always looks nice and smiley to everyone
He opens his room, “ welcome to my room I guess” His room was warm colored with light brown , beige , etc. , it made you feel really relaxed and chill
“Your room looks great!!” You note and look at him with a smile, h looks at you and smiles warmly, his smile makes you melt , how can he be so cute , you always wondered
“You can sleep on the bed I'll sleep on the floor” he says and sighs
“No no it's okay , we can share the bed , but if you're uncomfortable, I'll be the one sleeping on the floor”
“Well…that's better than sleeping on the floor I guess” he says and chuckles, yo smile at his joke , and both of you lay on the bed ,it wasn't that big , your hands were touching
“Goodnight y/n” he whispers and gives his back to you
“Goodnight” you say and also turn and now your back was also facing him, you don't sleep really quickly, you can feel him moving you doubt that he's asleep, he turns to your side and wraps his hand around your waist,that move made heat , you felt yourself burning,you feel his hard dick against your ass and it made it worst,he was moving and rubbing his dick against your ass for way too much but can you blame him? He was asleep, you tried moving a little but there was no space, you just gave up and tried to sleep again,his arm tightened around your waist as you feel his hard cock against your ass, you were ready to get fucked at this point, you tried to calm down take your breath and relax , with his warm breath against your neck , his cock against your ass, his arm around your waist, it was hard for you to not moan, trying to resist it, you feel his body move slightly, you pretended to be sleeping in case he woke up
“Y/n are you awake?” He says in a sleepy voice , he always knew you had troubles sleeping so there was no point of lying
“Yes I am awake, do you need anything?” You asked trying to keep your voice low
“No , I was making sure , if you're uncomfortable I can sleep on the ground” he says , his voice was also low , and it turned you on even more
“No no it's okay, you know I always have troubles sleeping it's okay” you say and smile you weren't sure if he saw you smiling cuz it was really dark, he nods and hugs you tightly and kisses your neck, you didn't even try to fight him, you feel his other hand cupping one of your butt cheeks. you moan slightly as our fingers runs through his hair, he keeps kissing your neck and squeezing your ass. You tease him by playing with his waistband
He grabs your hand and puts it on his erection , “this is how you make me feel everytime gosh” he whispers and kisses your neck, “well, can I help you get rid of your problem?” You can hear him chuckle
“Oh I'd love to.” He sits straight and unbutton his pants and removes it , you help him get rid of his pants and boxers, his dick was screaming, hard and leaking pre-cum. You put the tip in your mouth, hearing him groan and curse under his breaths
“Aah fuck , you're so good at that god” he says thrusting his hips and moan , trying to keep it low so no one can hear them, you keep sucking him off and he moans , his moans were like music to your ears , it sounded amazing like a melody , time passes and you're still in the same position sucking him off , you can hear the door open, you froze in your place as you hear footsteps in the room
“What are you two doing at this late hour?” Yuta asks shotaro
“We were just having fun yuta oh my god” shotaro says and shrugs
“Keep going y/n , who knows you can suck him off next” shotaro says and yuta chuckles
“You're really shameless” yuta says and rolls his eyes, you close your eyes tightly due the embarrassment, you can feel your face heating and getting red , you wanted to hide anytime soon
“It looks like she's good at what she's doing” yuta says and laugh
“Oh hell yeah she is , she knows how to use her mouth properly, you gotta try it yourself” shotaro says , his voice was shaky and weak due to the pleasure
“Oh , now I'm interested” yuta says, his voice is low and deeper , you keep sucking shotaro’s dick until you feel warm liquid in your mouth, you can hear him groan as he pulls his dick out of your mouth, you swallow all the cum in your mouth, you feel your hair being pulled , you guess it was yuta , he settles you between his legs, he has already removed his pants, he taps the tip Infront of your lips waiting for you to open your mouth, as you open your mouth you feel his dick in your mouth, “ you knew you can't resist now , you mom told you to wait for the right person but who listens to their moms anyway? , you start bobbing your head up and down in a slight and slow motion , you can hear him groan and moan slightly
“Fuck it , you're too good, damn you were right” yuta says in a low voice , you can hear shotaro chuckle as you suck his brother's dick , you keep sucking yuta off , he throws his head back and moans , his voice was smooth and low , it kept going like that for few minutes until you felt him come in your mouth , you pull his dick out of your mouth and lay on the floor, you felt tired and sleepy
“Not right now,babe,we still have all night long” yuta says , shotaro helps you get off the floor and makes you lay on the bed instead , he gets on the bed next to you and starts tracing kisses on neck and chest while yuta settles between your legs after removing your pants and underwear, you can feel his half-hard dick right against your entrance ,until you felt him inside you , biting your lower lips trying to hold the argue to moan, while shotaro is busy sucking one of your nipples while squeezing the other one between his thumb and index as his older brother keeps fucking you and curses under his breath.
“That shit feels good fuck” yuta says , his voice was a little shaky
“You're just a fucking toy” you couldn't even answer cause you know you won't shut your mouth after that
“Aren't you just a cock sleeve , stupid bitch” you just nod as he thrust deeper inside you, shotaro sucking your nipple didn't make the situation better , you felt like you reached your climax and close your eyes as you feel your release
“Fuck baby you made a mess” yuta whispers as he grinds faster and takes a bit of your cum with his fingers and taste you then kisses you making you taste the salty taste of your orgasm, he finally feels the urge to cum as you feel his warm seeds inside you and shotaro finally let go of your nipples, you felt exhausted but they had other plans, shotaro and yuta switchs places , shotaro settles between your legs while yuta starts kissing your lips hungrliy while shotaro enters his dick inside you, you moan inside yuta's mouth, while shotaro groans slightly as he moves slowly, he was the opposite of his brother, slow and gentle while yuta was fast and rough but you enjoyed both anyways ,as shotaro starts thrusting faster and yuta cups your breasts and pinch your nipples between his fingers , shotaro's hair falls on his face and sticks to his forehead due to the sweat, he thrusts his hips against yours , your moans were starting to get loud until yuta wraps his hands around your neck making you choke while shotaro thrusts faster now ,tears filling your eyes , vision blurry, you can't even think properly, and all you're hearing is the sound of shotaro's body slamming against yours , you feel like you reached your climax finally, your eyes roll bsck as you release all your juice , he pulls out of you and your pussy clench around nothing, while shotaro comes all on your stomach,yuta's lips captures yours as he let go of your neck , you close your eyes and breath heavily, you felt yourself passing out. You wake in clean clothes next to shotaro, his arms were wrapped around you holding you close to him, his face buried in your neck
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