Yuta is judging you

in my (self)defense…

yuta x afab reader

warnings: smutty, fluff, angst, themes of sexual assault (not y/n or yuta), fear of men (if that is even a warning idk 😕), y/n is a lingerie model…

Let’s say your experience with men haven’t been that great leading up till now. You’ve always felt uncomfortable around men, the way they looked at you, the way they spoke to you and what they did make you repulsive towards any male human you saw. You were tired of your fear and anxiety around men, and that’s what brings you to this point of your life… standing in a self defense class with many other women who feel the same way. 

You mingled with the other ladies, sharing your experiences and what was the final straw that brought you here. ‘My boyfriend… well ex boyfriend, used to physically assault me and our child’ one of the ladies said, making you feel humbled that you never had such gut-wrenching experiences. Despite all the girls having bad experiences of their own, you knew that your fear and anger was valid and you deserved to feel just as hurt as the other ladies. 

Just as you were about to ask where the instructor was, he waltzed in with a beautiful smile on his face. ‘Hi ladies, how are you all today?’ he chimed, sparkles in his eyes. All the girl’s attention went straight to him, them all happily greeting him in return. ‘My name is Yuta, and I’ll be your instructor for today… and hopefully the rest of the course’ he says, everyone laughing at his statement. All the ladies were so focused on his words but you just completely spaced out… he was so charismatic. ‘Okay, before we start I think we should all introduce ourselves, get to know each other a bit better’ he says signaling at the girl standing next to start. ‘Hi my name is Angel, nice to meet you all…’ she kept on speaking but you just couldn’t stop focusing on the man in front of you. ‘Why is he so sweet and handsome and gentle and…???’ you thought to yourself. 

To your surprise, you really enjoyed the class. Even though the class hasn’t ended, every moment was fun and enjoyable. ‘Uhm, y/n you’re doing that wrong’ Yuta said, looking you in the eyes he walked over to where you were in the room. ‘May I?’ he asked before putting his hands on your waist to show you how to move properly. Your waist felt tingly, almost as if you were feeling butterflies in your stomach. That’s because you were, you were feeling a shit ton of butterflies in your stomach cause the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen that smells like cherry and musk was holding your waist with his beautiful man hands. Once you got the move right, your face was so hot from blushing that you could literally cook an egg on it. ‘Well done’ he said, with his beautiful voice. 

The class finally came to and end, but just before you could say goodbye and leave, Yuta stopped you. ‘Y/n, can I talk to you real quick?’ he asked, gesturing to a open chair close to his. ‘What’s wrong?’ you asked, looking at the floor because if you looked into his eyes you’d probably melt into a pile of bones and blood. ‘Nothing, you did nothing wrong. I just wanted to know why you were so quiet during class, did I do something to make you uncomfortable?’ he asked, trying to look into your eyes, but you wouldn’t budge. ‘No, you were great. I’m just still getting used to everything…’ you said, finally lifting your head up to look him in the eyes. You weren’t quiet because of the “new environment”, you were just phased out by the man sitting in front of you. ‘Okay, as long as you are alright then I’m happy!’ he said, smiling at you. ‘I should probably go, I don’t want to keep you busy.’ you said, standing up and making your way to the exit. ‘Bye…’ you said halfway through the door, leaving Yuta now time to greet you as well. ‘Goodbye y/n, I guess…’ he says, but by that time you were in the parking lot, that’s how speedy you were.

A week went by and you were getting ready to attend your second self-defense class. Yuta was as charming as ever, greeting everyone and helping everyone. It was his job, but it still made your heart flutter at how considerate he is towards all the ladies, always asking if he may help them. The end of class approached and as the ladies were grabbing their things, Yuta came up to you and grabbed your hand before you could even pick up your bag. ‘Can I talk yo you?’ he asked, holding your hand gently. ‘Sure…’ you say, uncertain of what he wants to discuss or do. All the ladies have left by now and it was just the two of you sitting on the floor. ‘What’s wrong? Sorry if I did anything wrong…’ you said, looking at the floor again. ‘Why do you keep apologizing and asking “what’s wrong?” y/n? You aren’t doing anything wrong, don’t feel obligated to apologize for every little mistake you make. You kept apologizing for breathing during the class!’ he said sternly, trying to figure out what’s bothering you. He wasn’t harsh but his words made you tear up. He saw one tear drop on the floor and he immediately panicked. ‘I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry, I’m only trying to help!’ he said lifting your face with his hand, making you stare with your swollen red eyes right into his beautiful un-swollen eyes. You signed out, gaining the courage to explain your self. ‘I’ve always felt like I’m doing something wrong, I always feel that whenever someone is slightly angry it’s my fault…’ you said and before you could even finish speaking, he held you close in a tight hug. ‘It’s okay, let it all out. You’re pretty when you cry.’ he said, making you laugh. You felt safe for the first time in years… all in this one hug. ‘I have nothing left to do today, wanna go grab dinner with me?’ he asked, releasing from the hug. ‘That would be nice… I like Italian food by the way.’ you say, Yuta laughing at your statement.

You made it to the Italian restaurant (yes girl whoop-whoop), sitting down at a nice table outside since the weather was nice. ‘I probably look like shit now after I cried…’ you said, placing your bags on a chair next to you. ‘No, you look beautiful as always…’ Yuta says, smiling at you. ‘If you don’t mind me asking, why did you decide to become a self-defense instructor?’ you asked, looking at his pretty hands that were fidgeting with his rings. ‘I grew up with my mom and two sisters who had a huge impact on my life. It made me upset knowing they are vulnerable and less safe compared to me since they were women in a world with messed up men. So they inspired me to help other women gain strength and confidence around men, that’s why I do what I do… for them?’ he said, looking into your now less swollen eyes. ‘That’s cool…’ you said, sipping some of the water the waiter brought in the meantime. ‘What do you do for a living?’ he asked, putting the ring he fidgeted with back on his finger. ‘I work in the fashion industry, mainly underwear and stuff like lingerie. I work in the marketing area…’ you say confidently. ‘Oh so, you organize the shoots or…’ he asks, not sure what you meant with “marketing”. ‘No, I model the lingerie!’ you say, chuffed. ‘Seriously, that’s pretty cool.’ he says, sipping some of the water the waiter I mentioned earlier brought you guys. ‘Are you ready to order?’ he asked, looking at your eyes, he kinda felt some butterflies too.

Another week went by and you were once again getting ready for self-defense class (insert epic rock music riff). As you were going through your messages, you saw Yuta canceled the class. ‘Oh, maybe he has something else on…’ you thought to yourself. Just as you were about to get into lazy mode Yuta called. ‘Hi y/n, I was wondering if you’d like to come to class usual time?’ he asked, making you confused as fuck! ‘But I thought the class was canceled…?’ you asked but he didn’t say much, just a ‘can you come or not?’. Of course you accepted and met him at the studio usual time. As you walked in, you greeted Yuta who was rolling up Yoga mats (if you saw that correctly) and you placed your bag on the floor. ‘Hi y/n, thanks for coming!’ he said, gesturing towards the floor that you two can sit. ‘I wanted to discuss something with you…’ he said, your anxiety flaring up after his statement. ‘I… I was just wondering… did you feel weird after our dinner last week?’ he asked looking at the floor. This was the first time he seemed anxious towards you. ‘What do you mean by that… I don’t have any stomach problems…’ you replied. ‘No I meant, do you feel tension?’ he asked looking at your eyes then your lips. ‘What do you define as tension?’ you ask, testing the waters, making sure you don’t make a fool of yourself if you spontaneously kiss him. ‘This feeling right now. The feeling that I want to hold you close, call you mine and kiss you’ he declared, making you shocked yet eased for feeling the exact same way. Before you could even say another word, your lips met each other’s. 

You sat on his lap as his hands roamed your back, kissing deeper, and deeper every second. ‘Before I hurt you, do you want to go further?’ he asked looking at your beautiful body situated on top of him. ‘What stupid question is that?’ you said earning a grin from his face as he continued to kiss your neck. Your hands slid up his shirt and he finally pulled it off revealing his torso which made you melt. His belly ring, his tattoos… he was so sexy before but this made him ten times more sexy as if that was even possible. His hands went under your top, releasing your body from the garment as well, his eyes admiring your shoulders, waist, hips. He then flipped you onto the floor, him hovering above you as he pulled down your pants, leaving you only in your underwear. ‘For someone who models underwear, I’ve never wanted to take it off so badly…’ he says, licking his lips before undoing your bra and pulling of your underpants. He kissed along your body, until he met your sex. He started liking your clit, earning moans from you. You never felt this good! And to top it off he interlaced your hands together for more stability (what a gentleman). ‘Aah, Yuta…Please…’ you moan, hoping really badly no one walks in on you two. ‘You taste so good princess, can’t wait for you to cum’ he says, looking up at you and scrunched nose. ‘I’m gonna…’ you breathlessly say, Yuta only speeding up his movements. ‘I know baby, cum on my tongue for me’ and as he says those final words you collapse. Your pupils dilate and your body is shaking with cum dripping out of you. ‘How cute…’ he says, licking up some of your release. 

Just as you catch your breath, he removes his pants and throws them to the side, lining his cock up with your entrance. ‘You want to cum around my cock don’t you princess?’ he says, smirk printed on his face. ‘Yes, please…’ is all you could mutter out, and before you could prepare yourself for what was about to happen, he pushes into you gently. It felt so good, just the initial feeling could make you reach your high all again. Yuta thrusted into you at a fast and hard pace, every movement making you feel his dick hit the spot. ‘Fuck, you feel so good…’ he says, looking you in the eyes. You couldn’t do anything beside moan and whimper at the feeling, your second orgasm approaching faster than it should. ‘Yuta, I’m gonna cum…’ you moan uncohesively, hoping he’d hear you. ‘Yes baby, cum all over me…’ he says, hitting you even harder if that was possible. Your back arches even more and your hands grip onto his arms which had been holding you tightly this entire time as you cum for the second time. You feel him cumming inside you, his breath getting heavier. As he pulls out, he sees your cum dripping out of your cunt, his eyes focused on your body and it’s breathing. 

He lays next to you on the cold floor, pulling you into his arms. ‘Are you okay?’ he asks, holding you tightly as you are still rattled from what just happened. ‘Yeah, I’m fine thanks.’ you say, hugging him tightly. You’ve never felt this safe around a man… ever! Maybe this was a sign…

Fast forward 6 months, you’re standing in a studio, getting ready for a lingerie photoshoot. The self-defense classes have come to an end, you stopped apologizing for nonsense and you and Yuta were dating… like yes the man you felt the most safe around. As you were about to get ready into your outfit for the shoot, Yuta came in with a big pizza. ‘Since you like Italian food…’ he says placing the food down on the makeup table. You gave him a tight hug and thanked him for bringing the food, but you unfortunately had to go shoot. ‘Thanks, but I have to go shoot now, I can’t be all bloated from food right now…’ you say and before you could finish your sentence, Yuta stuffs your face with one slice of pizza. ‘Cheese makes your boobs grow and as a underwear model you need pretty boobs…’ he says, as if it’s facts. ‘Where did you learn that?’ you ask. ‘Intuition!’ he declares before stuffing his face with pizza. ‘Besides, aren’t my boobs pretty enough as is?’ you say, sarcastically. ‘Yes they are, but the camera takes away some definition you know…’ he says. You punched him at his stupid words, and that’s when you realized ‘hhmmm, men aren’t that bad… well some of them’

“The Devil Himself”

Pairing: Yuta x male reader

Warning(s): mafia, violence, drugging, nsfw, sub!yuta, dom!reader, degrading, usage of pet names, hair pulling, forced submission if you squint, denied orgasm(?)

Genre: smut

Author’s note: y/n’s personality is all over the place. Not proofread

“Boss we found him sneaking around the west building.”

You looked up to see a beaten young man, probably in his mid-twenties getting held up by two of your bodyguards. “And? Is he some sort of danger? Perhaps from a rival gang?” you questioned while examining the stranger in front of you. “Jeongin is doing a background check on him right now but he hasn’t admitted to being nothing but a civilian.”

You stood up from your chair and walked up to the man. “So what is your name ‘civilian’?”

“Nakamoto Yuta..” the man answered in an annoyed tone. He was probably pissed about the fact that he had been caught doing something suspicious. “Na-ka-mo-to Yu-ta..” you spelled out his name as slow as possible with a smile. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and lifted his head up. “Listen here Yuta, if you’re going to snoop around my territory.. the least you could do is be truthful to us.”

When you were close enough to Yuta’s face he saw it as an opportunity and spit on your cheek. “And what happens if I’m not huh? Will I get punished for being a bad boy?” He was definitely making a mockery out of you. You wiped the spit off of your face while trying to act calm. “Jongho could you please call Kun here right now. And tell him to take the thing with him”. Yuta looked at you then the guards holding him with a confused face “Wait what ‘the thing’??”

-

Kun came just to hand you a syringe. “So Nakamoto Yuta, do you know what’s in this thing?” you held the needle right above his eyes. “Uumm anesthesia..?” He made a guess, not a good guess but a guess. “Have you ever heard of aphrodisiacs?” You curiously asked him. You didn’t actually care about his answer and continued before he was able to say anything. “According to Wikipedia: It is a substance that increases sexual desire, sexual attraction, sexual pleasure, or sexual behavior.” Based on Yuta’s expression he clearly knew what was going to happen. “Hold him still” you commanded while making sure there weren’t any bubbles in the needle. “No no no please there must have been a misunderstanding” Yuta begged and tried to get away from the guards’ strong grips. But just like that, the needle pierced into his skin and the drug entered his system.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” Your smile was such a sweet smile but your words and actions made it just so creepy. “Tie him up and lock him somewhere for now..” you went back to your seat as Yuta was dragged out of your room.

-

Yuta was laying on the floor of a dark room. He tried to get up but soon realised he couldn’t because his hands and legs were tied with.. were they tied with zip ties? He honestly wasn’t a hundred percent sure but it was the best guess at that moment. He wasn’t even sure what had happened in the last couple of hours. The man was just about to start calling for help, when he suddenly felt a tingling feeling crawling its way up his body.

Yuta’s first thought was that he was just feeling cold, since he was laying on the floor after all. But that thought quickly changed. The sudden warmth in his crotch made the poor guy almost moan out loud. That’s when he knew that the drugs you injected into him earlier were finally kicking in..

Yuta’s head turned towards a sound when a door opened somewhere near. “Oh Yuta~ is everything okay in there?” Your sweet voice filled the once empty and dark hallway as you made your way to the other’s cell.

“Please please do something.. I can’t” he started pleading as soon as he saw your face. You eyed him up and down and god he looked so ruined. He was such a sweaty and stuttering mess. “What do you want me to do mmh? Use your words pretty boy.”

It was quiet for a few seconds. “I need to.. I need to cum so bad…please let me..” Ah there it was.

You let out a chuckle. “Nakamoto Yuta, a spy and an assassin from none other than our number one rival gang NCT.. is asking me to let him cum. How pathetic.”

Yuta could only answer in small whimpers.

“You’re such a whore, you know that.” You opened the cell’s door and made your way in. “I really jus’.. need to..” Yuta’s words were all blurred together and honestly if you weren’t paying attention to what he was saying, you wouldn’t have understood anything at all.

“I can ease your pain… if you really beg.”

Multiple pleases started leaving Yuta’s mouth but it wasn’t enough for you. The useless begging soon started getting annoying and you lost your temper resulting in you kicking the man in the stomach.. multiple times. “Yuta Yuta Yuta..” you bent down to his level and grabbed his jaw, forcing Yuta’s head up. “Darling, you need to try more than that if you want to cum tonight.”

“I’ll.. I’ll be a good boy… please. Please touch me and-“ You got up and started walking towards the door. “Wait wait wait! I’ll tell you about.. about NCT! Don’t leave me here!” He cried out, making you stop on your tracks.

“You really are bad at begging.. but that’s an offer I can not pass” you sighed in defeat and walked back to the cell.

-

You were undressing him while humming a lullaby from your childhood. “If you refuse to give information after this, I’ll make sure you never talk again. Got it?” Yuta was so eager to receive some form of pleasure that it was like you were talking to a brick wall.

“Nakamoto, got it?” You asked again, this time slapping his thigh to get his attention. Yuta jolted upwards, clearly not expecting a slap from you. “mmhh yeah I got it..” He had no idea what you were talking about.

Yuta opened his mouth to ask a question but a loud moan escaped before he could muster up a word. “I could suck your pathetic little cock.. or I could just finger you until you cum untouched. What would you like?” you stroked Yuta’s rock hard cock painfully slow while still humming the sweet melody. “A-anything… do whatever you nngh.. want.”

You started kitten licking the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum. “Feels.. f-feels so good” Yuta moaned. He was already covered in sweat and his hair was sticking to his forehead. “I haven’t done anything yet and you’re already looking like a used little slut.”

Yuta suddenly gasped in pleasure when you started deep throating him. The poor guy was so sensitive.. and so loud. He wanted to cum so bad he started thrusting into your throat. What an awful idea.

“I help you out and this is how you thank me??! Thrusting into me like a bitch in heat!” You got up yelling. “I was going to let you cum and maybe even more but now I just want you to starve to death in here.”

Okay maybe you were overreacting a little bit. But letting him think that he could just do something like that..

“Pleas’ let me cum. I wa’so close..I’ll be a good boy” that little brat had the audacity to start asking for forgiveness. “No matter how hard you’ll beg and cry for me, I won’t come back to please you and your pathetic cock. Have fun in here, whore.”

And just like that you disappeared from Yuta’s field of view. And no matter how much he yelled after you, you were not going return.

little person.

genre: yuta x reader (but you can imagine anyone in his place of it brings you comfort) angst, sad, domestic, fluff, suggestive ish, sad hours boink, self indulgent

cw/note: mentions of reader wearing makeup but gn, angsty, talks of depression, anxiety, isolation, money issues, college, heavy topics, love can't cure mental illness at all, but it's nice to be comforted yknow? inspired by pull by christian leave and little person by matt maltese, please give them a listen, not proofread...

overwhelmed is an understatement.

with college payment deadlines, chapters due, essays, campus life and being a full time server, it's not surprising how yuta noticed your burn out so quickly.

he would always nag you for working so hard, especially when you downplayed yourself so much. you were clearly burning the wick at both ends yet constantly referred to yourself in reference to being lazy and lacking. he never understood why.

you were clearly working yourself to the bone. even mark noticed when he came over to paint his nails with yuta one night, you busting through the front door with a tired smile and a promise of seeing him next time when you're not so sleepy and smell like stale bread. always waving them off like nothings wrong, while limping to the shared bathroom inside your room on the other side of the hallway. eyes sunken and face pale. makeup smeared. alongside a throwaway comment about how awful a customer had been to you.

but you really didn't think anything was wrong. i mean, you're doing what you're supposed to do. people are going through much worse than you and working a lot harder. sometimes it didn't seem fair that you thought to put yourself first.

yuta made it his mission to make you feel better.

you woke up after him. patting the empty space next to you. opening your eyes and shutting them almost as fast as the light from the blinds ajar burned the edges of your pupils, causing you to wipe along your lash line.

oh my god.

thrashing awake with heavy breaths and shaky palms you slam your hands down on your nightstand in an effort to reach your phone.

12:47. OH MY GOD?!

"oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, no, no, no, this is not happening, fuck..." you muttered, trying to gather your things and running to the bathroom to wash your face and grab your uniform for the night. rushing into the kitchen you see yuta, shirtless, back facing you as he seems busy with a pan in hand. swaying to the music playing from his earbuds. sweatpants low on his hips, tattoo on full display. pink gem belly ring sparkling.

"why didn't you wake me up babe?!? yuta!!!!! uhghhhg!!" you stomped over to him, pulling your hair up in a banana clip while making your way over, tapping his shoulder once you reached him. he seemed equally as confused as you are once he spun around, especially now that you're desperatly tugging your his shirt over your head to change. with a frantic look in your eyes.

"huh? babe, babe, hey.... not that i mind... but chill out, you have a free day today" he smiles softly, letting his hand travel from where he moved his headphones to grip your hips, lightly pulling you forward and pecking your cheekbone.

"what are you on about?? i have lecture today, and i'm already late, can you drive me. please? oh my god im so sorry i woke up late, oh fuck i hope i turned in my lit review last night... was it due... fuck i have to do my quiz today too, i'll get off work too late though..." you muttered under your breath in between gasps and cringes as you go back to trying to slip on your socks and shoes.

"relax, h-hey, y/n, darling, stop... i called your professors and boss last night, you need to rest. and you're going to. i'll help you do something if it's due tonight but the next two days will be spent here... with me!" he coos, a contrast from the smirk falling on his lips as you slow down your movements from where you were perched on the hardwood floor. yuta towering over your figure.

he sinks down on the ground with you, letting the wire from his headphones rest on his neck, the buds clinking subtly, as he moves to smooth his hand over your bare thigh in an effort to ground you.

"yu, what are you talking about, i- i can't, i cant. no! i-" you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes. you were freaking out. mostly because you felt bad. and you were fine, right? i mean doesn't everybody feel this tired? you couldn't have had yuta so worried that he took it upon himself to halt you in your tracks... right? you don't even work that hard...

reaching for your wrists, he pries away your hands from your puffy face "yes. yes you are y/n. you're so clearly burnt-out! im proud that you're working hard but you're disappearing in front of me babe... you just seem... so sad..." he frowns, dipping his head low to meet where your eyes stayed glued to the floor, "i can't fathom how you don't think you work hard. you do. and you do so much. i hate it when you say its what you have to do. that you're just doing what everyone else does and that you feel you don't have a right to feel drained. you could've given up a long time ago but you haven't. why are you so hard on yourself? hmph? please don't treat me like a stranger, i want you to be able to be transparent with me. i don't judge and you know that, especially not when it comes to you. so please just forget about everything for a while. i know it's only two days but i want you to relax yes," he ends his monologue with a breathy chuckle. " and ugh, yes, maybe i'm selfish and i do want to be able to wake up next to you again," he says with an eye roll and a smile. you snicker, throwing your head back slightly. he watches you in awe.

"there's that pretty laugh" he whispers, catching your chin with his pointer finger and thumb, as you lower your head back down and uses them to angle you head to look up at him from where he pulled you onto his lap on the floor. you hadn't even noticed how close you both had gotten during his confession. but you didn't mind.

he catches your lips with his as you part them, the beginnings of a response to his words are swallowed up by his mouth as he kisses you like he hasn't seen you in months. you pull away softly, he chases your mouth, leaving two or three more soft pecks on your cupids bow before burying his face in the sliver of you neck revealed from how the collar of his old, worn, shirt lays against your shoulders.

he knows you're thankful by the way he can feel your heart beating out of your chest. the hands still holding your wrists can feel the way your pulse changed when he kissed you, and how it never slowed down, even after he stopped. he doesn't need to hear you say it.

the butter that was once melting on the stove was now long forgotten, the crackles from the gas stove and the rattling of you tiny cat's collar bell created background noise.

yuta lifted his head up from the junction in your neck, smiling drowsily, as if he had drank two bottle of soju. his long hair made purchase over his eyes he laughed giddily though his nostrils.

he stood up pulling you with him. turning off the stove and dragging you back towards your shared room. the mess you had left on the kitchen floor remained untouched. stack of pancakes yuta had made were left sitting on a hello kitty plate situated on the kitchen counter. your shared black kitten followed behind your guys' feet. stretching along the edge of the bed yuta sits you on to remove the shoes you so desperately were trying to shove on. kneeled down in front of you, he kisses your shin, grinning up at you. locking his hands around your ankles, he shifts your legs to lay under the dark velvet comforter he bought.

a comfortable silence filled the room as he shuffles next to you, pressing his face up against your chest and inhaling. pulling his face up with both of your palms on his cheeks, you look at him with a soft smile and eyes glossed over.

"i love you, thank you, you have no idea, you're kind of a genius... very sneaky, it was kinda freaky," you say lowly as you both stifle laugher over the small joke you released.

"i know, i know... i love you most"

i didn't take long after this exchange for you to lull back into slumber. even in your sleep he felt your hands instinctively wrap themselves around his neck, raking lightly through the long hairs near the base of his spine. the legs he'd slung against your hips are used to pull you impossibly closer to his front. he takes his as an opportunity to crane his neck to look up at you. hair sprawled all over the satin pillowcases. a the look of comfort and peace he hasn't seen in ages.

oh yeah, he's a genius.

closing note: omg some of the stuff i wrote reminds me of my other fic :") so apologies if it seems similar LOL also??? no one writes for yuta its insane. anyways i hope this brings somone comfort or enjoyment even if it wasnt requested! i usually dont do closing notes but the top of the post was getting so cluttered TT

Highway to heaven | Yuta

Yuta x Reader, university au!

Word count: 2143 Genre: Kinda fluff, suggestive. Warning: mentions of make out, yuta getting hard. That’s I think. Author: Maari Note: Thanks sammy for the tips for this one 🤭 love you bro Request: I'm taking my chances here again with another song request 🥹 maybe you could do something inspired by Highway To Heaven with Yuta? like maybe ya'll are in that phase of *something*, like the flirting more than friends and getting there kinda phase, ya'll in a party making eyes and hidden smiles until the clashing moment because y'all are just too addicted to each other, did I make sense? lol always thank you you are so so good to us ❤️❤️

⪢ NCT Masterlist  

Y/N kept her thumb between her teeth as she tried to hide the mischievous smile that her lips insisted on keeping when looking across the room she was in. She couldn't contain the excitement when noticed that the intense eyes like an eagle didn't leave her for a minute. Her mind raced through the memories of the past few weeks that made her thighs tremble, memories that those same eyes dominated. “Y/N!” She was brought back by her best friend's loud voice and quickly undid the exchange of glances. “Huh?” she asked confused, feeling that she was being watched. “Did you hear what I said?” the friend asked suspiciously. “Yes, about Taeyong.” she replied, with an obvious tone and saw her friend smile. "I know I shouldn't look at him like that, considering he's the RA for college but I can't help it." "You and half of the other students." Y/N laughed, turning her head to look for the same eyes and ended up seeing that Taeyong was approaching who she had been watching for a while. An idea popped into her head and she smiled widely. "He just arrived, you should talk to him." she suggested and her friend looked in surprise. "Don't you think-" Y/N rolled her eyes as she got up from the couch and pushed her friend towards where he and the other friends were. "Go on and act natural." Y/N replied, smiling as they approached. "You're asking too much." The friend said, forcing a smile. "Hi guys!"

"Girls!" Taeyong smiled widely and her friend approached to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, Y/N went the opposite way and started with Yuta feeling her legs tremble as he analyzed her intensely. As usual. "Your ass looks delicious in that skirt." he spoke quietly so only Y/N could hear. She felt her cheeks heat up as Yuta's lips touched the red-hot skin. "You're a pervert." she replied, her voice weaker than it should have sounded and she tried to hide a shy smile, in vain of course. It wasn't like she had any control over her body thanks to Yuta's feline eyes. She went on to greet the other boys, Johnny, Taeil, Jungwoo and Taeyong as she felt Yuta's eyes watching her again. When she finished, stopped by Yuta's side as her friend was too mesmerized by Taeyong. But she didn't even care, she had created the opportunity for her friend so she started talking to the guys. Y/N started biting the skin of her lower lip while Yuta watched her with a smile playing in the corner of his mouth, he wasn't even touching her and it already made her sigh. Not that it was new, it wasn't the first time they'd done that and although they could call each other friends, there was a flame there that didn't go unnoticed by anyone. Yuta loved to flirt with Y/N, watching her cheeks turn red was fun and even though she tried to respond in the same tone, he could see how much it affected her. And Y/N couldn't deny it, she liked that little game. Even though she'd never had anything like that with anyone before, having Yuta's attention fully focused on her every time they were in the same room was enough for her self-esteem, her ego screamed as much as her body when his eyes locked on hers. The scenes from last night flooded her mind again, Yuta's hands roaming every inch of her body as his lips sought hers thirstily and pressed her against the locker of the men's bathroom at the end of the college athletes training. Her eyes dropped to Yuta's hands and she bit her lip when saw the veins popping out of his arm, she didn't know why but it made her much more excited than should have. And just remembering the way those same wide, strong hands had touched her body the night before… "...Y/N?" she heard Johnny's voice and turned to face him, confused. "Huh?" she saw the boys discreetly laugh at her. "What do you think of the competition this year, do you think our team has a chance?" Johnny asked, apparently, for the second time and she raised her eyebrow, coming back to reality. "Well, considering you all have a great…" she looked at the guys and her eyes found Yuta again. "Physical bearing.” she swallowed hard when she saw Yuta run his tongue between his lips and looked back at Johnny, feeling her body temperature rise. "You bet." "Hell yeah!" Taeil spoke excitedly and held out his hand for her to high five with him, Y/N did so with a laugh. "We have the best crowd too." Yuta replied and received Y/N's attention again, and gave her the wide smile that took the poor girl's breath away. Unable to contain it, she mimicked the smile and the rest of the world didn't even seem to matter at that moment. In fact, the bodies now more than ever felt like magnets that no force seemed to be enough to keep them away. Well, except for Johnny and the forced cough to bring them both back to Earth. Y/N lowered her head, smiling shyly and Taeil brought up another subject, when she looked back at the circle of friends she saw Jungwoo raise his eyebrow as if he understood what was happening between them. In fact, everyone knew. It was clear the way they both looked at each other, even if so far no one knew they were making out in the college hallways. Y/N even tried to pay attention to the conversation, because now her friend and Taeyong also participated, but even though she looked at Taeil talking, her head was elsewhere because Yuta was still looking at her. Even though she was wearing a skirt and a tank top, she felt an unusual heat all over her body. "I'll be right back." Yuta announced before stepping behind Y/N and giving her a light slap on the ass, who clenched the jaw so as not to show any reaction. Discreetly, or so she thought, she followed Yuta with her gaze and saw that he nodded for her to follow him. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, not because she was in any doubt whether she should or not, but because she was mentally counting time so it wouldn't seem too obvious. And when she saw that everyone was too busy talking about how boring Johnny's course teacher was, she slipped away. She already felt her heart beating against her ear and rubbed the sweaty hands on her skirt as she went to the place where she knew Yuta was, the bathroom. She gave three taps, the signal that only the two of them recognized and the door was open, and before she could smile at Yuta he pulled her inside, almost knocking her off balance. "Are you crazy?" she asked, laughing as brushed back the hair that had fallen out of her face and heard him lock the door. "Since I saw you coming in wearing that skirt, yes." he replied and without holding that space any longer, he pulled her by the waist against his own body. "I thought you liked my legs." she raised an eyebrow, feigning an innocent look. "You know I do but it's a low blow for you to swing around like that, you know?" Y/N laughed in response and Yuta grabbed her chin, making her stare into his eyes. "Bad girl." "You didn't complain last night." He smiled mischievously and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "And who said I'm complaining?" he replied, and lowered his head to place a wet kiss on her neck. Y/N rolled her eyes before closing them completely, a surge of electricity surging from Yuta's lips and stopping at the specific point where she started to pulse for him. But it didn't seem like enough for him, so started to distribute more kisses in the area and his tongue followed, tasting Y/N's skin like she was the tastiest candy. When Yuta's teeth followed the movement of his mouth, Y/N brought her hands to his shoulder and squeezed the region, stifling a moan biting her lip. "This is torture." She complained softly and felt him chuckle against her skin. "Are you sure?" He asked before pushing her against the wall and putting one leg between Y/N's, the heat emanating from Yuta's thigh was so appealing that Y/N's hips didn't respond to her brain's orders and rubbed against his tight jeans. "Yuta." she tried not to moan too soon but the friction made the job impossible. He had his leg where she needed it most, and even then it wasn't nearly enough. "Tell me what you want." he teased and she huffed, opening her eyes and forcing her hands against his shoulder, glaring at him angrily. "You are a-" "Watch your mouth." he warned, eyebrows rising and he rubbed his leg more precisely, drawing a sigh from Y/N. "You." she replied impatiently and Yuta just smiled teasingly. Y/N was even used to it, it was always the answer she got from him and it always worked to leave her breathless. Yuta held her by the back of her neck tightly and pressed their lips together, she just had time to sigh and close her eyes as he hugged her tighter. She almost laughed when realized she wasn't the only one impatient there, Yuta's lips moved in a desperate and thirsty way, the hand that was on the back of her neck made her move her head to the side and the kiss became deeper, his tongue ready to meet hers and drive her crazy. And that's what happened, the kiss became faster and fiercer, causing Y/N to bring her hands up to his long hair and grab the strands as if her life depended on it as she felt a shiver run through the back of her neck that Yuta still held. Yuta's lips were sweet and tasted like peach, but the hands that were on Y/N's body were the opposite, bordering on exasperation and the contrast made her pull the strands of his hair. She managed to get a grunt out of him and that fueled even more the desire he wanted to externalize, so the teeth tugged at Y/N's bottom lip as if retaliating for what she'd done with him and she pressed their foreheads together, trying to draw air back into her lungs, keeping her eyes closed. But not for long, as she could feel Yuta staring at her. When she opened her eyes, she felt her legs get even weaker. He had the power to look so deep into her eyes that he seemed to find her soul. Yuta smiled once more and without letting even the slightest space be imposed between them, he kept Y/N’s back against the wall, she was ready to climb her leg to his waist when the hand that was on the back of her neck went to the waist and he pulled away completely. Allowing an emptiness and a cold to settle in Y/N's body, who, unable to speak, just looked at him confused. Yuta laughed and headed for the door. “Wait, where are you going?” she asked in disbelief, her voice as weak as she was. "Up. I have to take care of a… certain thing.” he looked down and she followed him, her eyes stopping on his hip and widening when she saw the volume. Y/N bit her bottom lip and felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, she scratched her head trying to hide it. "You can accompany me if you want." he suggested and Y/N's mouth opened slightly, forming a perfect O. She blinked a few times to make sure she had heard him right but Yuta didn't have any hints of taking back and she had to confess, all that confidence was very sexy. "Huh." it sounded more like a moan than an answer and she cleared her throat. "Fine." Yuta raised his eyebrow and extended his hand to Y/N, she wet her lips with her own tongue before accepting, Yuta's palm was as hot as her body. But to her surprise, when Yuta waited for her to go first, imagining that he would wait for her to go and would stay there for a minute, he hugged her from behind and sent another shiver through her body as she felt how much he wanted her. Yuta rested his chin on her shoulder and turned his face towards her ear. “We'll take the highway to heaven, baby.”

stars | yuta nakamoto

genre: fluff, bit of angst wc: synopsis: never let the lost girl become friends with older guys. never. especially if they're friends with yuta nakamoto. an: quick piece of rubbish. rant maybe, idk. lmao i had to write bcs felt like it. admire my yuta nakamoto. i love him.

how much does it take to someone to finaly be able to listen to you? just once. you've always been there for your closest people. did anyone had issues? you were there to help. of course you were, because why not. you're here for it. you did all your best. but where were they when you needed them? nowhere to be seen.

it's always like you were the one to call. one to rant to. whatever. you did your best. never talks about you, but always listen and help others. when you've tried, topic lasted for a minute. next thing was their issue. isn't it unfair? even your own family. you just want to be listened which was near to impossible.

until you met new friends. until you and yuta crushed. most beautiful human being ever to exist. being around yuta felt like you're not just alive but you're actually living. he had never expected anything from you.

"i care." yuta shurgged, while holding you close. "i don't care about all your friends, nor family. knowing enough is enough, y/n. if you want to talk, do it. i'm there for you."

suddenly all you could feel was knot in your stomach. view in front of you was glossy, and tears went down your cheeks. it's bare minimum, you had never recived.

"yuta, i'd like you to hold me. let's just chill together, and stay in a moment. i don't know how much should i be grateful for you. i love you so much."

"don't say obvious things." yuta chuckled, and you could only stare into his pretty eyes. "one day, i want you with me. i want us to go back to japan. i want to spend my best times with you. i want to show you what you deserve. i love you always. you're stars in my dark universe."

yuta was always proud of you. smallest thing you've done, never failed to make him smile. yuta nakamoto is well aware of you. of your feelings. people you've met made you empty inside, and he's willing to do whatever to make you feel as happy as ever.

"you're doing great sweetie." he shows you thumbs up. "i'm recording it."

"yuta, stop."

both of you were in his kitchen. one cigarette in yuta's left hand, phone in his other hand filming how you were baking cupcakes for both of you. it felt embarrassing to be watched. yuta is crazily in love with you.

"i won't, duh. you're all pretty doing it all for us. i made five cupcakes, and here you are doing another ten. you're amazing, darling."

"yuta-" you stopped because he was in your face with phone. "please, you're can't be for real."

"smile for camera. one day, i'll show our kids these videos, you hate." yuta turned his phone, so back camera can film both of you. yuta with cigarrete in between his lips, and you awkwardly smiling at him. "to my future kids. here's your sweetest mother. she's still a bit embarrassed, because she's all new to affection and being someone's number one, but don't worry. daddy's taking care of her."

"yuta, why are you talking about kids?" you chuckled. "it's like, future? like too much to be talked about."

"i can promise you, it's true."

"whatever. hello our future kids. we're doing cupcakes because yuta said it's amazing idea. as you can see, he isn't the best authority to follow. bad influence for kids." you rolled you eyes. "why don't you throw this off."

"i won't. your dad is fuckin amazing, kids."

"he is." both of you were laughing. "yuta nakamoto is the best person i have ever met. i can promise you, everyone loves him so will you. your parents are fuckin best."

yuta ended video, and was laughing. "i love that my y/n is finaly letting herself be. i love you, darling."

"love you, yuta. forever."

maybe there's finaly person who wants to listen to you :)

[未保存] Unsaved — Yuta.

Genre: angst, fluff, ex-lovers to lovers, some smut in the end, non-idol AU.

Pairing: fem!reader x ex-boyfriend!yuta.

Word count: 4k.

Summary: You and Yuta accidentally met on the beach near your house, on an autumn day, when you were walking your dog on a short walk in the late afternoon. There were numbers exchanging, video calls that lasted hours, things that sparked the beginning of your relationship. On your three-year anniversary, things changed dramatically: both of you decided it was necessary to take care of yourselves instead of trying to resolve the constant fights. But two years and a half later, you meet him again in a similar way you two met for the very first time.

Warnings: mild language, smoking, reader was dealing with some hephaphobia (the fear of being touched) problems by a traumatic past experience (she was harassed in public), yuta’s parents are kinda xenophobic. this is a sad plot that can trigger you if you’re a very sensitive person.

a/n: this is my first one-shot and idk yet if there will be any sequels, english is not my first language so i’m vvv sorry if there’s some orthographic errors or something like that. also, i’ve already suffered from the described phobia so I know what i’m talking about here tho. hope u guys enjoy!

You can remember it so damn well, like it was last night. It was hard not to feel humorless, and know you’re not imagining things. It was hard to be told to lighten up because if you lighten up any more, you’re going to float the fuck away. Every single little thing reminded you of how he would smile at you, how he used to grab carefully both sides of your face and whisper that everything was going to be okay in its time. And you also remember that you couldn’t take it anymore.

You were happily going on a walk with your dog Hypo at the empty pretty beach right in front of your family house when you saw someone a little further on. Curiosity invaded your mind, all the late afternoons you were in that place embraced by the sea and the sand made you question that boy’s presence. At that time you never saw anyone around, usually the beach was so calm that the only sounds present were the footsteps of your dog’s paws and the singing sea waves. Getting a little closer, you noticed that he had a cigarette landed lightly between his lips while his both hands were hid in his pockets. His long black locks covered some of his vision: he was stood by the water’s edge looking at the horizon. And you’d even say that the view from the horizon was beautiful, but in that moment you realized that he was even more handsome.

You never imagined that the beach boy, Nakamoto Yuta, would become your future boyfriend. After several hours a day in video calls non-stop, after gradually meeting the brunette, you eventually fell in love. You were head over heels for him. More than anyone else he respected you, listened to you and understood you. And that was the case for over two years of relationship. In the last half of the second year you started fighting more often. You might consider yourself a workaholic, but you didn’t want to admit that sometimes you took up your free time with work stuff and denied being with Nakamoto more than it was supposed to.

You were so quiet watching the mysterious guy, your hand in Hypo’s leash lost strength gradually. And, as a good happy doggo, he ran into the tall male figure. You only noticed it when you saw the guy thrown over the sand while letting out laughs thanks to Hypo. Trying to control the awkward feeling that made the apples of your face warm up, you approached them in a hurry, calling for the little white samoyed with a funny worried expression. And the rest is history.

As time went on, things got worse and messy, so when your three-year anniversary came around you two decided that it would be best for you to break up. Yuta was the one who initiated the matter, honestly he seemed cold about it and wasn’t showing a lot of clear emotions at the moment. But you didn’t hesitate to agree because you knew it was definitely not healthy at all to keep a relationship like that. And yeah, that’s it. It was over.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the relationship, there was a big problem with the japanese family. Your mother-in-law never liked you, and neither Yuta’s father. Both of your boyfriend’s parents agreed that it would be better for him if he dated a japanese woman or someone studying medicine like him, not someone like you who worked in a small, unrecognized painting studio. Yuta used to fight with his parents about that issue and when he arrived at your place he would unintentionally take out part of his anger on you.

That day you left Nakamoto’s apartment in the middle of the night while your face was holding a good amount of tears. Usually he would drive you home so you wouldn’t go alone, but there was no turning back. When you were walking down a dark street near the center of the town, a group of men who had just left a bar spotted you as an easy target. Stealthily and silently they followed your footsteps, your mind was too full and confused to notice those three guys. Two of them grabbed each of your arms tightly and pushed you against a wall, not letting you go. The other, the tallest one, glued his body to yours: one hand squeezed your neck so you wouldn’t make any noise and the other caressed the inside of your right thigh. When they saw your bloodshot eyes shed tears of despair they just burst out some laughing. Those were the longest, most horrendous five minutes of your whole fucking life, and would have been more if the police not happened to be passing by. Pushing them and running away as fast as possible, you didn’t even want to talk to the cops who saved you. You just went back to your house and took a hasty shower to get any touch from those sick people away, crying all night after that.

Eventually your family and some of your friends found out about it, including Yuta, who blamed himself for not driving you home. But he never really commented on the matter with your common friends, he preferred to refrain from addressing a single word to you because he believed he was not worthy of such a thing. You developed hephaphobia thanks to the traumatic episode and it took more than a year of therapy and psychological support for you to even be able to hold your friends’ hands.

Fortunately time has done its work and after two and a half years here you are, in your own painting studio and in greatly improved health, being able to make more physical contact with the people you are close to, even if sometimes you get a little nervous. Filling a blank, empty canvas with life and colors simply took any, if not all, bad feelings out of you. It was your own therapy, and that’s what helped make you who you are today. A strong and pretty independent woman.

Speaking of paintings, you just noticed that the purple paint was gone and you needed it to complete the lavender flowers that danced on the canvas. As it was still 6pm, you knew you still had an hour to get yourself a purple paint palette at your favorite store, so you took off your apron and washed your hands thoroughly before leaving the studio and locking the doors.

The path wasn’t very wide, and the sunset turned the sky into pleasant orange hue. You made a mental note to yourself to paint this someday. After a few minutes, you looked to your left side and remembered the path you took to your old house: the beach was there. And, suddenly ignoring the time you had to buy the purple palette, you smiled excitedly and ran to your favorite spot since ever.

When you were near the water’s edge you kicked off your shoes and sat on the comfortable sand, closing your eyes and inhaling the all-too-familiar scent of the sea. It was just too good. The sea possesses a power over one’s moods that has the effect of a will. The sea can hypnotize. Nature in general can do so, and maybe that’s why it is the only thing you ever painted. Anne Frank once said “the best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature” and you totally agree with that.

The truth is, you have no idea how long you’ve had your eyes closed enjoying the aroma and sound of the sea. Probably 30 minutes, or 20 minutes… You don’t really know and you don’t have much interest in knowing. But it was enough minutes for you not to be alone anymore.

“See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me”, so suddenly, a voice that seemed to weigh with tiredness and the smell of a mint cigarette were present in the field of your senses. “No one knows how far it goes”.

It couldn't be. It shouldn't be.

For a few seconds of silence and nervousness, your eyes insisted on keeping closed, not wanting to believe the familiarity of the voice you just heard. Neither your eyes, neither your heart.

When courage invaded your deepest veins, accompanied by a fresh sea breeze, your vision turned active again and there you were looking at the left side of your body. Legs. The person next to you was standing, but you didn't have to look up to know who that voice belonged to. The obvious has never been so painful before.

Suddenly all the progress you'd painstakingly made over the past two and a half years seemed to regress a little slowly in a excruciatingly way. The memories of the ocean that hovered in your mind were solemnly replaced by laughter, holding hands, kissing and whispering. And all of that belonged to a single person. Trying to forget really doesn't work. In fact, it's pretty much the same as remembering. But in all these years you tried to forget anyway, and to ignore the fact that you were remembering it all the damn time.

“Mi hozon”, the japanese words were spoken in a husky, low tone by the person next to you. Soon he was sitting there, but keeping a respectable distance. Your head didn't dare change the angle as you watched the lateral of his face. The black locks now had a pretty shade of brown that reminded you of the trunks of autumn trees.

“What?”, your question could sound pretty ridiculous to both of you: he knew you couldn't understand japanese, and besides, your voice was immensely shaky. Your body couldn't keep the little tear that danced slowly down one of your cheeks. There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

“Unsaved”, he said breaking the seconds of silence once again. Nakamoto Yuta was now staring you straight into your wet eyes.

More silence. Your cry did not echo strongly, it was silent and careful. Maybe you were a little too stubborn with yourself, you didn't want to totally collapse around him after you'd finally managed to recover from that day. From that trauma. It wasn't his fault, but you knew he carried it with him anyways. Your whimpers, whispered in sobs, were at this low volume not only for that reason tho: you would never dare interrupt the melody of the waves in such an intimate moment.

“I didn't save you”, he was calm, but the pain he was controlling was apparent. “I didn't save us neither”.

“Bad things happen-...”

“Always with the ones who don't deserve it at all, Y/N”, the taller one was now using both hands for support behind him. Not escaping your sight, you saw his long, beautiful digits dug into the sand as he pressed them down hard. “All I cared about was you and I did nothing after they told me what happened with my girl. I didn't have the courage to face you, I was a coward who got carried away by emotions and not by the reason. Apologies shouldn't be asked, they should be avoided. They're not a good sign. So why do I feel so fucking wrong about this?” because he loved you more than anyone before. Because he still love you.

You took a deep clean breath and wiped your face with the back of your hand, It was possible to feel all his confused emotions that were in those deep words. Trying not to get too deep into the subject, you ignored his lines. “How's life?” Again, your voice sounded weak. And even if you wanted to, you couldn't hide that fact. But Yuta knew you so well that if you decided to hide it he sure would know about it with no doubts.

Before giving you a verbal response, your ex-boyfriend took another drag on his mint cigarette. “My parents are dead”, there was no remorse or pain in that sentence. “They did a lot of shit to me so I don't really miss them. I'm only here in Seoul temporarily, i'm living in Japan because of work”.

“I see”, you couldn't blame Yuta for not being saddened by the loss of his parents. You more than anyone knew they were never decent people. They were prejudiced, stubborn, they just wanted to know about the family's financial stability.

“Honestly, I didn't believe that I would never see you again. But that would be the most likely option, right?” and it was. Or at least, you hope it was, unless you were just lying to yourself.

The atmosphere between the two of you wasn't uncomfortable, but it was unusual and a little awkward. The maritime melody occupied the scene for a few more minutes while you thought about what you should say, or if it was not necessary to exchange more chat. By now you should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone: you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence. But now he was there. Right by your side. And your heart wasn't at the planned pace.

“Yuta-”

“Y/N.”

A clash of simultaneity between your names broke the lull. Determined to speak, your lips parted to continue talking but the process was interrupted again. A fluffy weight pushed your back slightly forward and it didn't take long for your face to feel something warm and wet caressing it. Four white paws traced the free little path between you and Yuta until they excitedly climb onto your lap.

“Hypo?!” you exclaimed, astonished at the size of the dog. Hypo was huge compared to earlier times, but the cute muzzle hadn't changed a bit. Wasting no time, you wrapped the friendly animal's body in your arms and hugged him longingly, mentally thanking him that he hadn't forgotten you. But then you stopped.

It was happening again.

What should you call this moment? A serendipity mixed into a nostalgia, or mixed into an epiphany. Something tells you that there will be another deja vu, but only this time, you’ll make it consciously. It's like you two were meeting again just like the very first time. But the situation was pretty different. And you didn't stop it even though your conscience knew what was happening. You could have chosen to walk away, to leave the beach the moment Yuta sat beside you on the cold sand lit by the orange sunset. And Nakamoto could have chosen to have lit his cigarette inside his car instead of going out to approach you when he saw you. Unlikely, both chose nostalgia. Both chose love.

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And despite the serious expression that adorned Yuta's face, you knew his feelings were about to explode. He cared so much about you and he wasn't hiding it from your eyes.

After Hypo took some distance to continue exploring the beach, you and Yuta went back to staring at each other deeply. You could see an entire universe in his eyes, it was possible to decipher the words of his silence just by looking into them. And that's because you knew him too well even after two years and a half.

“Let me save us”, after tossing the unlit cigarette somewhere nearby, one of his hands came up to carefully cup the side of your face in a very slow and gentle movement. It barely touched you, as if it were a request for permission. “Let me take care of you, Y/N. I don't want this whole thing to mean absolutely nothing” he was talking about this meeting.

He was touching you so subtly. Strangely, you didn't feel nervous as you often did. Yuta's touch made you feel safe, your body was shaking from the feeling of adrenaline coursing through every corner of it. Not because of fear. You didn't fear Yuta, you were afraid of a repetitive void. That's what you were feeling.

“I'm not gonna make this something unsaved again, because again is practice, and practice is improvement, and improvement only leads to perfection”, when you didn't back down and didn't show any alarming negative signs, the young japanese men allowed himself to continue, holding your face tighter. He started a simple caress with his thumb over your cheekbone while you laid your head on his big hand.

“Nothing is perfect, Yuta” your sentence entered the taller boy's hearing smoothly, and he already had the answer on the tip of his tongue.

“I know, we were never perfect in all those years. I made some mistakes, you made mistakes too”, you two were physically closer. Now he was holding your face with both hands. Slowly, the centimeters were decreasing. “Who's stopping us besides ourselves?”

Usually when you become aware of your heart, you want it to stop beating. You feel like you need a break from the constant rhythm, a rest. Now, your heart was beating so hard, you felt like you had an earthquake inside of your body. It was weighing you down and your hands were shaking with the need of safety and comfort. But Yuta was giving it all. You placed your hands on his, your breaths were ragged and a little hastily messed up. They were mixing.

“I miss you” you said in a whisper, sadness taking your senses. “And i'm afraid”.

“I miss you and i'm not afraid of loving you again”, The truth is that he never stopped loving you, but he didn't need to explain it in words because he knew you understood it just by looking and by his gestures. Unable to hold out much longer, Yuta left a short, light peck on your lips, keeping a useless distance after that. Your mouths touched superficially.

Your hands moved to the shirt he was wearing and tightened on the fabric covering his chest. A longer kiss was about to ensue, but you preferred to wrap yourselves in a tight hug. When the right person hugs you, it's like medicine. You're grateful for those few people in your life who are good for your soul, and you're even more grateful of being able to do it again.

Maybe the universe really did make its choices. You shouldn’t waste your time in anger, regrets, worries, and grudges. Life is too short to be unhappy. And felt safe with him. It has been said, 'time heals all wounds'. You honestly do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone. The wound left by that horrible episode translated into the trauma that settled in you, and it hasn't gone away. It's getting better, you're healthier, but it still there even if it's weaker. However, this does not only apply to the bad part. Your love for Yuta also never went away even after so long.

Perhaps one day, all those past conflicts will end. It'll be because you both have changed. In life, we make the best decisions we can with the information we have on hand. And we receive new information every day. The information you are receiving now, in the exact moment you hug Yuta, comes straight from your heart. It says you've found your safe point once again.

“I have my own medical office in Japan, and the place is big. It has free space”, your thoughts flitted for you to pay attention to Nakamoto's words. “You could use that space to make your art studio, y'know...”

Your throat let out a short laugh, you took advantage of the situation to pull away and wipe your face. The atmosphere was lighter. “I don't have the courage to leave the beach”.

“I don't have the courage to leave you”, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, he buried his face in the crook of your neck where he left a subtle bite.

The only things that kept you in town were the beach you loved so much and your studio. Yuta knew that one of your big dreams was to travel abroad, as you had never done that before.

“I'm serious, Y/N” he continued. “I want to fulfill all our old plans and live a pleasant nostalgia by your side. I'm financially stable, I can pay for your ticket if you need to. You know I'll do anything to help”.

No matter how generous the offer, you would decline. You worked for your own money and you were willing to use it for that. But yes, that means you really wanted to go to Japan with Yuta. You knew when he was being honest or truthful with you, and he always was to this day. Now it would be no different. Some beautiful paths can't be discovered without getting lost, and you've been lost for the last few years. It's time for you to find a beautiful and safe path next to Yuta.

“I'll think about it. But if I go, I can pay for myself. Let's just... be patient and stay calm. Something unsaved can be bad, but being unhurried will save it”. As the last ray of sunlight illuminated the young lover's brown eyes, you calmly held his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

Yuta flashed a smile that shot an arrow through his heart before holding your chin with his free hand, touching your noses and foreheads. “May I?” he asked gently.

There was no hesitation in your senses, you were no longer trembling. Yuta felt like home. And so, you close the small distance and give him a pure kiss. One of those who shows will, affection, determination. The gesture of the amorous embrace seems to fulfill, for a time, the subject's dream of total union with the loved being: The longing for consummation with the other. You missed this and you thought you didn't. But now you don't need to hold it back.

Your chest was rising and falling in a hurry, your breathing, despite the lack of it, wasn't making you feel uncomfortable. Yuta still let you breathe sometimes. He was pressing your body against the front door of your house, one of his hands was gripping your neck in a strong and harmonious way, it was such a perfect fit. Meanwhile, Nakamoto's free hand was pretty busy in the free space between your thighs.

Both of you were totally soaked in salt water, your clothes stuck to your skin. During the final time on the beach, Yuta picked you up and threw you both into the water while roaring with laughter. As a result of that, you ran to your old beach house, which you still had the keys to, and the moment you entered Yuta decided to kill all the missing feeling he had for you.

You were a moaning mess. After moving your panties to the side, his fingers spared no effort. He moved two fingers between your wet walls at a fast speed, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “Talk to me, baby”, in all the years you've been together, you've never heard Yuta's voice in such a sensual and dangerous tone.

You shook your head several times, you had enough knowledge of your own body to know that you wouldn't be able to formulate a complete sentence. As a consequence of that stubborn act, the rhythm of Yuta's fingers became faster and stronger.

“Alright, doll. I'll make you talk if that's the case. You just need to promise me something”, withdrawing his fingers from your tight interior, he raised his hand to his lips while keeping his eyes fixed on yours. His velvety tongue roamed over the length of his long digits, cleaning the remnants of your essence. And still without taking his eyes off you, he pulled back a little just to unzip his pants.

“There's no turning back now.”

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knowing that you've been having trouble to sleep, boyfriend!yuta is more than relieved to see you resting so peacefully in your bed.

suddenly, the popcorn freshly out of the microwave and the movie waiting to be played matter no more. the only thing he cares about now is you and only you.

a smile comes across his face as he carefully, to not wake you up, takes the hair out of your face to give you a forehead kiss.

"goodnight (y/n)"

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Chains On Your Body (Nakamoto Yuta X Reader)

Description: Yuta X Reader, Angst,SMUT 18+, Use of Alcohol, Tattoos, Swearing

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As you take your last sip of your warm coffee, your ears listen to the electrifying sound coming from the bed in front of you… yes you are at the tattoo parlor again! Your eyes focus on the lean body in front of you being tattooed, it looks so painful yet so interesting and intriguing. Yuta, one of your friends, asked you to accompany him to his tattoo appointment today, which you of course said yes to. You can’t miss spending time with him…he is quite entertaining, despite being manipulative and demanding.

Oh how you want a tattoo of your own! You just want to express your personality through body art and even piercings but your parents would kill you! They basically control everything you do and every decision you make depends on their approval. Your love life, health, job and even your own body is controlled by your parents!

‘All done!’ the tattoo artist said, Yuta being pleased with the results as he looks up and shows you immediately. ‘I looooove it! What do you think y/n?’…you didn’t process that, you were so fascinated by this man staring into your eyes. ‘Y/n? Hello, you ok…’ he asked concerned to which you quickly replied ‘yes I’m fine, it looks great!’

That same evening the two of you went to go get some celebratory drinks, to celebrate his pain tolerance and your ability to keep up with him and his shananigans! ‘Cheers!’ he practically yelled at the bar you two sat at, gulping down the shot of vodka you really didn’t want to order since you have work in the morning and your alcohol tolerance is about 0 percent. ‘Hey y/n, I was wondering…why don’t we get matching tattoos?’ your eyes basically peeled out of your skull from that sentence alone and your throat started swelling with nerves. ‘Uhm, my parents will kill me if I get a tattoo. You know how they are…’ you said hoping the situation was resolved. ‘Just get one where they won’t see!’ he said. It’s like he is trying to make you uncomfortable!

‘My parents see everything…’ you once again tried to calm down the situation, but to your dismay he replied with ‘Really, your dad looks at your tits?’ Shocked was an understatement, you felt like you wanted to cry in that exact moment and your head felt like it was going to explode from rage! ‘Would you let your mom see your dick?’ you said sharply, which made him uncomfortable and now you both just sat there staring into your shot glasses. Yuta slams down some cash on the counter and gives you one last look before he exits the closed off bar. You felt bad, guilty, you thought to yourself “did I take it to far?”

‘Yuta, wait…’ you shouted down the street where he was walking to his car. You didn’t want him to leave, since he was your lift and you didn’t want to leave things open ended. ‘I’m sorry okay…I went too far and I apologize for that. I’m sorry.’ Yuta stands still in the quiet street, allowing you to convey your sorrow. ‘Look y/n, I shouldn’t have said what I said, but you anger me so much…’ Yuta said with a hushed tone. ‘Anger you? What have I done to anger you?’ ‘You never step outside your comfort zone, and for once I’d like you to do what you want, not what your parents dictate!’ he replied to your question fueled with spite.

He has a point, your parents have always been in the way of you and what you want! ‘I hate knowing that you feel the need to fit into the innocent image and that you’re this beautiful woman who needs to please everyone in order to prevent disappointment when you are perfect just the way you are! I love you just the way you are!’ he exclaims, making you blush… he thought you were perfect? ‘Wait did you say… perfect?’ you asked to which he softly fluttered his eyes and looked at you with his brown orbs. ‘Yeah you are perfect…’ he replies shyly. ‘I should get going, we have work in the morning and…’ you interrupt his rambling sentence and proceeded to grab him by the shoulder in order to stop him from ending this night. ‘Don’t leave… please’ you asked with your heart racing even he could hear the sound of your blood circulating through your veins. He takes one deep breath and finally kisses you with so much force and power your knees weaken and your arms rest on his neck for support. He breaks the kiss to look into your eyes and say ‘I love you’.

You enter the front door to his apartment, with your hands locked and he smashes you against the couch. He takes off his shirt and hesitates to remove your garments since he hadn’t even asked for your consent. You could see in his eyes he was wavery so you gave him a nod and he immediately ripped off your shirt. You thought to yourself… ‘damn, that chain tattoo looks so hot… maybe I’ll look good with one too’ but shortly after your thoughts were interrupted by him pulling down your shorts. He gives you one look before he starts liking your clit relentlessly, with no intention to stop. There you were, bare on his couch with Yuta snuggled between your thighs giving you head… kinda nice ngl! Your head spins from the euphoric feeling and shortly after you came in his mouth. Suprised and shocked by your sudden reaction, you apologized as if it was something he didn’t enjoy, but he gave you one last smirk and conforted you by saying ‘you taste fucking good.’

‘Ooh fuck’ you moan as he thrusts harder into you every single time, with nothing but lewd sounds filling the room. He kept you in a missionary position, with his hands on your hips. ‘You keep moaning like that, I will thrust into you harder’ he growled, it seemed impossible for him to hit you harder. His one hand moves to your neck, holding it firmly. As you look up you see his face, smirked and all, looking at every reaction you make. He felt like you were his and no one or nothing can stop that feeling. You feel a warm wave flowing over your stomach and with one last thrust you both ejaculated simultaneously. He pulled out quickly, kissing you and simply asking ‘are you okay?’ ‘I’m okay… more than actually!’ you replied.

He then picked you up and moved you to the bedroom, where he layed you down on his dark bed sheets. You looked up to see Yuta with a towel, pajamas and toothbrush for you. ‘Do you always prepare for these type of situations?’ you ask to which he embarrassedly replied ‘I prepared it for the girl of my dreams!’ Washing off your sweat in the shower, you thought… ‘hmm, maybe I should get a tattoo…?’ You climed out the shower, wrapped yourself in the towel Yuta gave you and dried your body like never before. Heading to the bed in the set pajamas he gave you, you layed next to him. ‘I’m going to the tattoo shop tomorrow, it would mean alot if you came with me’ you softly said. His eyes widened and basically shined with happiness! ‘What do you want to get?’ he asked to which you replied ‘a cat on a scateboard…’. He was over the moon! ‘That is so cool!’ you couldn’t realize who was more excited!

That very next day, 9 pm, you were at the tattoo parlor, getting your cat tattooed near your elbow. Yuta was there, sipping his coffee and waiting for you to finish. ‘I’m done’ you said and he practically jumped out of his chair. ‘It’s so cool!’ he said with admiration towards you in his eyes! ‘I think my parents need to fuck off…’ you said and he just high fived you.

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Preview: "Are you okay Yami", as I opened my eyes, I saw someone in front of my eyes asking me questions, while looking around to see that I'm not in my house, but I then looked at the mysterious man eye's as his eyes were like a doe, "Are you okay Yami", he asked me again, how does he know my name,

how does he know me.

Genre: High School, Angst, Yandere, OC Character

Warning: Suicide Attempt, Yandere Yuta, Obsessive behaviour, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Bullying, Negligent Parents, Depression, Mentions of Self Harm, Mentions of Sexual Assualt, Slut Shaming, Mentions of Racism, legal age characters (18 year old Yami and 19 year old Yuta).

As I walked towards the rails on the school rooftop, I felt the breeze from the wind blowing towards me as it not only send shivers and tingles through my body, but also blew my hair out of the way as I took it out of a ponytail that I put up after Marika kept pulling on it forcefully, which got me into trouble as having a ponytail is banned due to it "Sexually attracting men", as if someone would find me attractive, even the men here talked about how I'm not good enough, due to my hair looking shaggy and how I'm the opposite of how the girls dress here.

It makes me sick whenever I hear men basically talking about how they wanna sleep with them and do it without their consent, even some of the teachers here talk about it, the male ones wantint some of their panties, and the female ones comparing them to tramps when they haven't done anything wrong to them, but that's not the worst part, the worst part are the students, and how they are towards me.

With Marika and her clique bothering me as always due to how I am, them telling me that people are never gonna get near me and how my hair reminds them of how black people need to take care of their hair, and I can't even fight back against them cause everytime I do, I either get push back into a shelf, a dumpster, or even into a mud puddle after it was raining. They even threw punches and kicks at me either at my face or at my stomach.

It even happened just then, and I'm sick of it, I tried to rings my parents, but to no surprise, none of them answer, too busy on other stuff, they don't even notice my bruises and sometimes stains that are obviously blood on either my skin or on clothes of mine. I'm sick of it, no one cares about me, no one wants me, they want me dead, I'm just trying to get by, but life doesn't want that for me, they want me to suffer for something I didn't do but just let happen, not even my school cares for me, they care about other people that are somehow relevant, like Marika, they care about her more than they care about me.

I'm sick of it, as I climb on the rails to sit on them for a bit to rest to observe everything before I die, I kept thinking to myself how I always enjoy myself running through a daisy field, I smile while thinking that, maybe that'll be my heaven when I'm gone. As I close my eyes while imagining the daisy field, I let tears fall down my cheeks and onto my school uniform, good thing no one can see me from here.

But as soon as I push myself off the rail, I felt someone grab me and pull me back from the rails and onto the floor of the rooftop, I tried fighting the person but I felt so weak due to my injuries and the fact I haven't slept in a while due to school and Marika, It wasn't till then that I passed out in the person's arm, with them lifting me up and carrying me out of the school while driving me somewhere I don't know where, hopefully not to do something horrible to me.

After a while, I opened my eyes to see a mysterious man in front of me with eyes looking like a doe, so beautiful and so alluring, "Are you okay Yami", he asked me a question, how does he know my name, how does he me, it wasn't till he asked me again am I okay that I responded with a weak voice telling him I'm okay, he noticed I sounded weak and kept asking me what do I need, I told him to get me chicken noodles since I felt like them and he went up to make me some.

As he was doing that, I looked around to see myself in a building that doesn't look my parents apartment, as the place was a bit messy with clothes on the floor and some garbage bags around the place, but I didn't question that much, I couldn't remember much except just then with this person, as I got up, I felt myself stumbling a bit due to my weak body, I also haven't eaten in a while due to Marika stealing my stuff while getting me beaten up by her or her goons.

I also looked at my clothes and realised I'm on a oversized shirt with no pants on, did he do something to me, but I can't feel pain or feel something weird with my labia. As I walked out of the man's room, I walked into the living room when as soon as I turned to the left, I saw the man with the bowl of noodles he made for me, that made me feel something I haven't felt before, like when my parents used to take care of me when I was sick and needed to stay home, something I wish could happened again, but obviously would never happened.

The man then looked at me with a smile on his face that made me feel like I just got healed then and there, which obviously made me smile as well, so I went to grab the bowl, but then he moved it away from me and back to himself, "Sorry Yami, you need to have this while you're in bed, you need to heal better after what just happened, you need to heal my little daisy", I wasn't used to this talking before from someone before, even from a stranger, but for some reason the nickname made me happy. He handed it to me while still smiling at me, "Thank you..." I murmured quietly as I took the bowl of noodles back to the room when the man followed me and put his hands on my arms to guide me back to the room as if I was a lost toddler.

I tried to resist the feeling that I was going to melt into the floor at any second, because the touch made the butterflies erupt inside my stomach, and all I could do is just look at him without making any more stupid remarks, and I knew it probably looked dumb but I just couldn't control myself, "Hey, hey relax," I heard him say when we finally reached the door that lead to the room I was in, which led the man to take the bowl from you again and place it on a small desk that had a laptop on it and him to tell you to lay on the bed, "You'll get sick from staying out too long without food or rest, you've been through a lot already, go ahead and lie down".

He then proceeded to walk towards me as I layed down on the mattress for the man to then grab the bowl and feed me the noodles as if I was a baby that needed to be fed, I didn't stop him from doing what he was doing to me as I actually liked what was happening, but then I suddenly thought about something, why is everything happening so quickly, why is this man taking care of me, am I actually in heaven, did I actually die.

It wasn't until the man slammed his hand on the table that brought me back to reality, "Why aren't you eating Yami, don't you like what I made for you" I was trying to process what just happened then until I got everything down and told him why I wasn't eating then, "sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, it's just, I'm not used to this, I thought I was in heaven and that I actually died until you, did what you did there, I'm really sorry I didn't mean to ruin this, I'm just not used to someone paying attention to me" I then started breaking down in front of him, telling him how everyone hates me and how they even physically assault me.

The man just shook his head at me before moving the bowl on the table next to him away and saying, "I would never hate you Yami, you make me feel something I never though I would feel until I saw you with my own eyes, and to those people that hate you, I'll kill them with my own hands Yami, they put their hands on my Yami, I'll make sure they'll never do it again."

After he said those words I felt mixed emotions, but then I felt something else due to me moving my lips onto the man's lips, which at first I thought he hated, but then he started kissing back more intense than ever then pulled me close enough that we were chest to chest, and I decided to just let out my feelings and kissed the man. We both ended up having to breathe afterwards, as if we ran a marathon, and the man grabbed my hand and placed it on his face gently like he wanted to make sure I felt safe with him, "Don't worry, Yami, I won't hurt you" he then said softly with those doe eyes.

After that day I began to live with him due to him giving me more attention than I've ever gotten. It was never a crush that people thought it was, it was like an admiration to the fact that the man was so caring yet tough at the same time. I loved seeing the man show his strength, but at the same time it also scared me how strong he is at times.

That's when we fell in love. I knew this was serious for us, but every time I saw that man, I felt something different. Like a fire inside of me grew bigger each time I laid my eyes on that beautiful man and his heart. But I was scared to open that box and find out what is the real thing about him is, and what will happen when I tell him more and more about my life and the people that did stuff to me, I didn't want to leave my world, but at the same time I didn't know what to do.

I think this is my new home now.

[ ncity playlist event ]

now playing ... NAKAMOTO YUTA

oye mi amor - mana

venus as a boy - bjork

misty night cruising - kiyotaka sugiyama

dress - buck tick

tear you apart - she wants revenge

you belong to me - bobby caldwell

change - deftones

let me go - the voulnteers

eyes without a face - billy idol

buttons - steve lacy

now viewing ... // he knows he shouldn't be dragging you to the estranged ramen place in the middle of god knows where rural japan but he cant resist pulling you away from your humid room, where you've been locked away for hours.

it it sickly hot, with hair sticking all over your neck and upper arm, a sheen adorning both of your guys' skin. he keeps looking back at you despite his light grip on your wrist, and he almost trips because he looks at you for too long and eventually you catch up to his feet, he mumbles apologies and tries to redirect this humiliation onto your ability to always look breathtaking. you cackle at his antics and once your fingers interlace themselves around his waist he swears he gets nauseous.

ramen now in hand and music pouring through a small walkman his mother gave him, he plays his favorite cd. one you burned for him a couple of weeks ago (when you told him all these song reminded you of him he actually cried) you lay by the nearby beach until the next morning and scramble to catch the sunrise subway ride. //

oops got carried away lol

Runaway with me | Yuta

Yuta x Reader Word count: 2262 Genre: fluff Warning: I mean reader is horny but nothing really happens 🤣 Author: Maari Note: Summer it’s killing me right now 😫 it's been a shitty month so i needed to come here and write to pass the time. Sorry if there’s any mistake guys 💚 it's part 2 but you don't necessarily need to read the first one Requests: can you make a part two of Yuta Highway To Heaven but based on Runaway With Me by Carly Rae Jepsen? I get soooo much Yuta vibes from it Part one

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Y/N was helping Jaehyun take the bags out of the car when a hand reached for the handle she was holding, she didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. The scent as it filled her nostrils gave it away and it wasn't as if she could so easily forget the hand that now helping her.

She smiled before she even turned around.

“Let me help you.” Yuta's soft voice pierced Y/N's ears and went straight to her heart, making it beat faster in anticipation.

She let go of the bag but not before Yuta touched her skin lightly, a shiver ran through her body and she turned to face him at the same moment. Yuta was close to her but he wasn't touching her as she wanted, although she felt his body heat so close that it was intoxicating.

"Thanks."

“It was a good trip, wasn’t it?” He grinned and Y/N had to bite her bottom lip to contain the way her body wanted to mirror his reaction.

Y/N, Yuta and Mark had taken the backseat while Jaehyun and Taeyong had taken the front seat. Mark was sleeping on the other side of the window and Yuta was in the middle between her and his friend, his long legs were touching her the whole time and it's not like she would think it was bad. Her heart racing, anxiety coursing through her veins every time his knee brushed against her leg… it all felt too good to stop.

And even when Yuta held her hand in the car, lacing their fingers together as she felt his intense gaze on her, if there was any barrier for her to resist, it had fallen like dust.

“Yeah, it was.” she lowered her gaze for a few seconds, shy.

There was no reason to be shy, it wasn't like Yuta was a stranger, quite the opposite. If there was anyone she was seeing more often, it was him.

The championship was approaching and she watched all the team's practices, of her own free will and because she couldn't stop making out with Yuta under the bleachers.

It was Taeyong's idea to go away for the weekend for the boys on the team to have fun, relaxing a bit before the competition would help with the pressure of winning.

Johnny's parents' beach house was the perfect place and there they were, the 3 cars that brought the rest of their friends parked in the driveway.

They were walking side by side into the house when Yuta took two steps back and approached Y/N from behind who felt her whole body shiver when his breath was against her ear.

“I can't wait to get away from the beach with you.” he whispered and she closed her eyes for a few seconds so that the sensation of hearing him so close would linger.

When she opened her eyes again, Yuta was already back beside her with the same smile and she just laughed, walking again.

She didn't even need to say anything, Yuta knew her by the look and knew that she was feeling the same thing as him.

Arriving inside the house there was already a discussion about who would stay in which room and after much talking, it was decided that the girls would sleep in one room and the boys in another. An idea that was very much defended by Mark and Taeyong.

After taking their bags to their rooms and getting ready, they ran to the beach.

To take advantage of the good weather, they took food and even the guitar, the expectation was to spend as much time as possible on the beach.

"Are you going to the sea already?" Jaehyun asked the girls including Y/N who took off their beach cover ups.

They nodded in agreement.

"And the pretty ones aren't going to put on sunscreen?" Taeil joked, drawing laughter as Yuta walked over to them and threw his arm around Y/N's shoulder, who smiled.

"We already did, in the house." She answered.

"Why do you think it took us so long?" Another girl completed and the boys agreed.

Y/N looked at Yuta who was now lifting the sunscreen he was holding, he was staring at her with pleading eyes.

She pretended to frown but took the sunscreen willingly, she wouldn't deny that, he then kissed her cheek so fast but so good that she didn't react for a few seconds, until Yuta hit the sand for her to follow him.

Laughing, Y/N knelt down behind Yuta and shifted the sunscreen from her hands to place on his back.

She smiled proudly when she saw that he shivered when she touched his shoulder, it was fair after all seeing his tattoo had done the same thing to her. Yuta wasn't extremely strong, he was slender but still had nice shoulders that begged Y/N to apply a little more strength, when she realized what her body had done Yuta's neck snapped back and he looked at her intently, as he always did.

Y/N could never control her heart palpitations when she had his eyes totally drawn to her and how she liked the way he looked at her.

As if she were the only woman in the world.

He smiled sideways and she did the same, but moved her hands to his back, where she spread the rest of the sunscreen.

"Thanks for the massage." He winked with one eye and she shook her head.

Even when he was kind and polite, his tone sounded flirtatious.

"Anytime." she replied before getting up and taking off the dress she was wearing right there, with Yuta so close that if he wanted to pull her close he would be able to.

She noticed the way he scanned her body up and down and bit down on his bottom lip, making her legs start to wobble.

She was wearing a black bikini, she knew he loved it when she wore that color and she had done it on purpose.

Y/N heard her friends scream her name into the sea and it was her turn to wink at Yuta before running out into them, feeling Yuta's eyes into her the entire way.

That didn't go unnoticed by anyone and prompted some jokes which Y/N responded with just a laugh.

As she swam, feeling Yuta's piercing eyes on her, she felt as if every inch of her body was calling to him. It was so much stronger than the waves she was having to fight against, the difference was, she didn't want to fight the way he made her feel.

It had all started with no intention of getting attached but Yuta was addictive and without even realizing it, he was already stuck not only in her head but also in her body that she couldn't stay away from him for long.

Using the fact that she was hungry as an excuse, Y/N walked back to the sand where her spot was saved next to him. Yuta had Mark's guitar and strummed a few notes while their friends chatted happily.

As soon as he arrived, Yuta paused for a bit just to pick up the towel and hand it to Y/N, who smiled in thanks and started drying her hair as she sat next to him.

“Are you learning to play the guitar?” she asked, interested, her eyes getting lost in the way Yuta's fingers strummed the guitar.

“Yeah, I have to know what to do with my fingers.” Y/N looked up at Yuta's face upon hearing him respond and she felt her cheeks start to burn.

His eyes were filled with a sparkle she knew and loved, they got that way when he started flirting with her.

“Yeah, I can tell.” she smiled, seeing him raise an eyebrow but not taking his eyes off her. “I mean, not literally!”

Y/N tried to keep her attention focused on her friends' conversation but it was so hard when all she wanted was to be in Yuta's arms again, she didn't understand why she felt like she was in withdrawal but it was exactly what she needed at that moment. Him holding her and not letting go.

She wanted to be discreet, not stare at the boy like she was a maniac, but it was practically impossible. Especially when his long, windblown hair was attracting her attention, it wasn't fair for a person to have a jaw as well shaped as his.

Or how his lips puckered up every time he spoke, Y/N couldn't help but get lost in that movement and when Yuta turned to face her as if questioning something, she realized she was too far away to know what he said.

"What do you think?" he asked and she blinked a few times, glancing at her friends who seemed to be waiting for her answer.

"Huh?"

“Jaehyun said he forgot his camera at the house and you said you were going to get a sweatshirt, I can go with you.” Yuta spoke with such confidence that Y/N was left searching in her own mind when it was that she had said that.

Of course, it was getting colder as the night wore on but she hadn't said anything about going back to the house.

However, when she saw that Yuta was looking at her suggestively, she understood what he was trying to do.

Ah, of course, the beach getaway.

"Yes! I said." she nodded and Yuta's smile widened.

"Then we'll be right back." he warned their friends and held out his hands to help Y/N up, she looked at them first, finding them laughing and shook her head before grabbing Yuta's hands and being pulled up.

We'll be back in two hours, was what she wanted to say, but by the way their friends were silent she knew they were probably suspicious.

Y/N felt her whole body tremble with anxiety and expected Yuta to grab her right there on the street, because that was exactly what she wanted, but to her surprise and also frustration, he just walked beside her, arms brushing against each other sometimes.

When they arrived at the house, she sighed softly, apparently the only one who was horny there was her. Yuta gave her space to go ahead and she did, dejectedly.

However, even before she could go to the bedroom to get the sweatshirt, Yuta's hand quickly went to the back of her neck bringing her closer and in a quick movement their lips were glued together.

Y/N felt her whole body give in to Yuta's thirsty mouth who didn't wait to deepen the kiss, opening enough for his tongue to touch Y/N's lips. She sighed, bringing her hands to his face, and gave herself completely satiating her will as well as his.

His large hand was still firmly gripping her neck and Y/N felt every hair on her body rise from the warm palm.

“I've waited a long time to do this.” he spoke against her lips, and she smiled widely.

“And why did you take so long?” she questioned but before he could answer, his other hand went to her waist and pulled her against his chest.

Now there was no longer any distance separating the bodies and a faster kiss started the fire that rose all over Y/N's skin, making her take one of her hands to Yuta's long strands and holding it firmly.

As the tongues danced in a single rhythm, sensual and fast, Yuta walked forward and he directed Y/N, who didn't care where he took her. She didn't want to lose her attention over small details, all she wanted was to keep kissing him until she lost her breath completely.

And that's what she did, when they reached the couch, Yuta directed his kisses to Y/N's cheek and neck, making her continue stroking his hair. When he bit down lightly on her skin, Y/N put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him to sit on the couch.

He did, smiling widely as he saw her position herself to sit on his lap, his hands went to her waist and Y/N brought hers to his face to resume another kiss.

They kissed passionately, as if they'd gone months and months without physical contact, but that's how they felt. As if it had been a decade before they were in each other's arms.

Yuta's hands found the end of Y/N's dress and began to move up Y/N's thighs, and she parted her lips to moan softly.

"Be mine." he asked and she opened her eyes, finding an intensity even greater than she'd ever known.

Although she wanted to reply that she was already his, she didn't know what to say, so she caressed his cheek.

"What are you trying to say?"

“No more parties, no more making out in corners. Be mine, officially.”

Y/N felt her heart beat even faster, as if Yuta's kisses weren't enough his words would make her faint, so he held her by the waist with one hand and caressed her so softly that it made her soften even more .

She stared into his eyes, trying to see any signs of doubt but finding none.

“I would run away with you anywhere.” she replied and Yuta smiled again, making her heart warm. “You just take me there.”

always tought i was hard to love till you made it seem so easy |yuta nakamoto

GENRE: angst, fluff WC: 3416 SUMMARY: you and yuta had to go back together. feeling of lovesick is too much.

  month has passed without yuta by your side, and it was one of the hardest times of your life so far. living without yuta was so complicated, and you felt like other part of you was taken away by leaving yuta. by the time you felt only worse, and thinking that pain will go away with time was dumb in your opinion. few days were bad but not the worst, but day after first few were worse day by day. realization hit you when you didn’t have any notifications or no one was checkin up on you. boys tried to contact you but you texted them saying that you can not be in touch with them for a while. they understood, of course they did. jaehyun told them everything, and it felt like punch straight to their heart knowing what had happened. his friend lost his girlfriend, and they lost their close friend almost like sister to them. 

  yuta also didn’t feel well nor he wanted to see his best friends. he couldn’t describe feeling he had even since you two broke up. it felt like history was repeating again, but this time he felt like worst person out here. he knew it was his fault this time and this time was harsher. sakura cheated on him, and took best part of him away and now he did quite the same. he couldn’t just understand why he felt so drained.

  last meal he ate was like two days ago.

  last time he drank something was day ago.

  last time he talked with someone was a week ago.

  he showered three days ago.

  life felt empty without you by his side. little sunshine who made his days better. someone who understood or tried to understand him. yuta wasn’t aware how much he needed you by his side or how much he cared for you. 

“are you going to spend your whole life like this?” haechan asked his hyung, when he stormed into his house. “i am not going to tolerate my friend acting like dumbass.”

“why are you here?” yuta’s voice sounds so tired it made haechan worried even more. “i didn’t invite you and taeyong.”

“we don’t need invitation for such a occasions. your whole place is a mess, and you stinks and look like hell. oh my god. ew. “haechan had to look at the the other side. “go take a shower or something. stink.”

“really, i can’t believe he let himself make mess out of his place. i can’t understnd him for shit. he didn’t care for y/n, and now he acts like heartbroken asshole.” taeyong hissed. “oh really, it’s stinks so much here i can’t even think straight.”

“i know right. he just didn’t take care of this place while he is the person who takes care of it so much.” haechan went for some paper to clean. “i think he really is affected by break up.”

“i am surprised he is.” taeyong was wiping the floor. “i tought he doesn’t like her like that. i mean, he really stood her up so many times, and now this. impossible.”

“i wish i knew what was going through his head.”

“yeah me too.”

  yuta was busy to care for their words. he showered finaly, and again didn’t know what to do with himself. he wished you were there making some dumb ass, not funny jokes and making him laugh because of your reactions. it was really getting on him - tought of loving you. what if his heart wasn’t empty, but he made himself believe it is? what if he really loved you?

  jaehyun was with doyoung talking about their jobs, and suddenly they spotted you buying some cheap ass books. they tried to hide, and watch you from afar. it’s seems like you didn’t care much about your appearance since you have comfy clothes on you, being without makeup and hair were up in ponytail. doyoung just could shake his head.

“she is a mess.”

“i see.” jaehyun nodded. “only if yuta wasn’t so selfish.”

“i think yuta love her.”

“what?”

  jaehyun almost choked on his saliva.

“he is living mess right now. right after break up. i think he convinced himself he doesn’t love y/n to not be hurt again. but in the end he fell for her.”

“do you think so?” jaehyun asked with hopes. “i mean, they are made for each other. that’s sure. i guess they are soulmates or something. they are each other’s halfs, but it doesn’t change a thing. the way he treated her is awful.”

“i just point out fact. yuta must have feel horrible. he didn’t contact us at all for a week straight. it’s weird of him. it must be break up that affects him so much.”

  as you were looking at books you just bought, someone approach you. it was a girl with a child in a stroller. she was little bit older than you, and was looking very clean. what made it weird, was the fact she was looking directly at you. 

“excuse me?” she spoke. “y/n?”

“what?” you turned to look at her. “who are you?”

“i am sakura.”

  your heart skipped a beat when you get to know her name. words from boys came to your mind, and suddenly you felt dizzy.

“it’s you.” she nodded. “what do you want?”

“let’s just go grab a coffe, and take a sit. i think it’s going to be kinda long conversation.”

  as she said, both of you were sitting in small restaurant in a mall. her child was sleeping in the stroller, and this kid looked so peacful it made you feel calm. she is a mother. she must be a good person or at least be responsible.

“so, may i know why are we here?”

“i am not sure if yuta had even menitoned me.” she looked at you with small smile. “i bet he didn’t.”

“no, he had never menioned any sakura. only his friends.”

“they must tell you i am crazy.” she giggled, and you nodded nervous. “i expected that to be honest. i mean, i am not surpirsed either. i am sakura. min sakura. i am ex girlfriend of yuta.” your eyes widened. “i know why yuta had never told you about me, and i respect that. it’s obious after all the things that happened. i think i need to talk with you to make things clear, and have peace at mind.”

“i have never known yuta had a girlfriend. we were talking a lot but he never told me about you or your child.” you looked at the child again. “is it his?”

  sakura just laughed loudly, and excuses herself.

“no, of course no! i am married right now. it’s my husband’s kid. yuta wouldn’t like to child so fast like me right now.” she smiled. “i just wanted to meet you because i feel like i own this to yuta or something. he hates me from the bottom of his heart, but i still see him as a friend. as  a person i should check on or take care at least. i have done so many mistakes while being in relationship with him, and i regret all of it. even tho a year or more passed, i still have toughts that are keeping me up at night.”

‘wait, wait. i am a little bit lost. when both of you have dated?”

“year and half ago. for a four years we have been in relationship. i think i should tell you this since yuta is very complicated person, and both of you may had some issues with comunication, and-”

“we broke up. i am no longer his girlfriend.”

  she looked at you with surprised face.

“what do you mean?” she asked with curiosity. “don’t you mind to tell me? i think i may help.”

“yuta is very closed person inside. i have never known what was going on through his mind. he is walking question mark. he has never spoke about this feeling or worries which made me sad, because i wanted to try and help him but he never let me.” you looked at your hands while remembering all the tmes with him. “also, he just didn’t care. it felt like i am in relationship with his friends instead. he stood me up a lot of times. he just wasn’t there when i needed him, but i was always next to him while he needed support. i was with him. i tried to do best of me, but apperantly..” few tears appeared in your eyes. “he didn’t love me. he wasn’t sure.of us, and needed space.”

  sakura looked at you with real sincerity, and worried expression.

“yuta. it’s not like him.”

“yup, it was yuta. i guess we just weren’t meant to be. he was cold to me, and i guess he was your amazing boyfried.”

“oh y/n.” she tried to smile. “you see i have done so much damage to him i should be burning in hell. yuta was always like this. he had trust issues his whole life as guys told me about him, and his past. he is mysterious person, because had never anyone to vent to. yuta had been alone most of the time when he first came to south korea. you see, his parents are stuck in tokyo and had never made any attempts to come to see his son in korea. he had never told me but it was obvious he missed them, and wanted them to be with him.”

“that’s why he doesn’t speak about his parents.” you admited, and she nodded.

“yeah. it took him awhile to be finaly able to leave here comfortably. ever since i got to know him, he had troubles with showing his emotions, and he had never open up to anyone but to his friends. they are like his brothes. then we started dating, and after a yearr he told me he love me. it took him a whole ass year to say it.”

“you seem like really colected person, and i don’t uderstand why both of you broken up. you seem like his ideal type.”

“oh y/n. i am monster for what i have done. and please listen to me untl the end.” she sighed. “i was cheating on him.” you choked on your saliva. “after two years together i had an affair. for four years of dating, i was seeying another guy. this guy is yoongi, and he is my husband and faher of my son. you see, yuta gave me everything and i appreciated that. he was person i was the closest to but i don’t think this bond was romantic from my side.” she was busy thinking. “i saw him as a friend. best friend. and i realized that after few months of dates with yoongi. i felt so shameful, and disgusted. i am still. me having family now doesn’t erase my past.”

“wow, i have never imagined he was getting cheated on, and you also doesn’t look like a girl who would do it.”

“of course. i know right. i know what i have done was selfish, and bad. but you know now about it, so you might know why there was lack of comunication. i just got his trust, and destroyed it. and i know few things from few people about it, and let me tell you.” she smiled. “i am sure he loves you. he tries to act like he doesn’t but he does. believe me.”

“so you’re telling me he was affected by you and that’s why our relationship looked like that.”

“yes. he didn’t tell you a lot of things, and he still don’t know about trust in you. i guess both of you have to talk.”

“do you really think he loves me? i mean i heard what he said-”

“yuta is person who loves truly. he might not show it, but he does. i am sure. both of you should talk. i know from jungwoo’s sister that yuta is living mess since both of you broken up. he is going through heartbreak. and i guess he noticed he loved you all the way from the beginning.”

“oh my god thank you sakura.” you stood up. “i need to talk with him. thing you have done was really bad, and me as yuta wouldn’t be pleased with you being around but you try to make it up, and it’s awesome. i appreciate that. thank you for advice, and story of his past. thank you!” she smiled, and you were about to leave. “ah and. i hope you, and your husband will have calm lifes with your son. he lookes adorable, and i am sure both of you are happy parents with your kid. thank you once again.”

  conversation with sakura gave you a little bit of hope that you, and yuta should just talk with each other.

  yuta just ended his shower, and came back to living room to see clear place. they literally cleaned his place and make something to eat. taeyong was showing something on his phone to haechan when yuta took sit next to them on the coach.

“you look instantly better than before.” taeyong praised him. “doesn’t it look good? clean space for you.”

“ah yes. thank you guys.” yuta smiled softly. “you didn’t have to do it at all since it’s my place and i am the one responsible for it.”

“you good dude.” haechan laughed. “but since we were kind enough to clean your area, can we talk about last events?”

  yuta was stressed because of this topic even tho he knew this day will come sooner or later. his friends were also your friends and both of you have broken up which gave them right to ask questions. they wanted their best for yuta. 

“what do you want to know?” he asked with head down. “i guess jaehyun told you everything.”

“i want to know why you act like you don’t love her. why you convinced yourself to act like heartless boyfriend.”

  taeyong was quick to ask his question since it was trapping him for a longest time ever. everyone tought yuta just simply doesn’t have feelings for you but at the end of the day it’s him who goes through it the most. even you had better well being than he.

“because i -” he had to find words. “i don’t know. i don’t have feelings for her, and i will never have, she was justy person in my life and-” he stopped, because it’s seems like he was just trying to convince himself with his own words. “we just didn’t work out. we are done.”

“you yourself doesn’t believe in your own words yuta.” haechan said annoyed. “i think you should for once be honest with us and yourself.”

“how the fuck? i don’t know. i just.” yuta was lost in his words. “i am just scared of this feelings, and love or whatever. i didn’t want to get hurt again so i tought ignoring her would be the best for us, me.” taeyong just sighed. “i know it sounds so fucked but i am honest. i was sure i don’t like her in that way, and now i am stuck in here. feels like i am lovesick.”

“you are lovesick, and you’re the dumbest person i have ever met nakamoto yuta.” taeyong could only stare at him blankly. “be honest. do you miss her?”

“of course. it feels like part of me was taken away. i still check if she text me or something.”

“would you like to talk with her? spend time with her?”

“my wish. i’d like to talk.”

“do you love her?”

“i-”

 doors of his flat was open, and you just run to his living room. out of breath, tired and excited. yuta could look at you, and his friends smiled warmly when they saw you.

“yuta. stop.” you said. “we should talk a little bit.”

“i think you’re right y/n.”

  haechan and taeyong got up, and left.

“sit please.” yuta said so you did. “i also wanted to talk with you about our break up and mess i’ve caused.”

“i met sakura.”

  yuta tought he heard wrong. so many toughts gathered in his head, and it felt like dream. it was impossible how could you do it.

“what the fuck?” he said angrily. “how did she find you? what this bitch wanted from you? tell me and i will handle things well. did she blackmail you or was rude, you can tell me so i-”

“she wasn’t. she was actually very nice, and put together. she gave me few advices about us, and tell me things you have never tried-”

“my past is just very complicated to me, and i didn’t feel like you have to know.”

“but i wanted to know. i wanted to be by your side and support you with everyhting. that’s what i hate about you. gosh. why couldn’t you talk with me? i trusted you and i told you everything while you were holding it in yourself. i was ready for anything. i wish you could told me about your parents or sakura.”

“these topics brings only pain to me, and i didn’t want you to see me as sensitive asshole or something.”

“i would never see you like this. i really put my all into our relationship when you gave least of you. i wish you could see me as real girlfriend. you have no idea what you put me trough thinking you’d protect me.” yuta couldn’t hold eye contact because of this words. “i know sakura really fucked up, and cheating is the worst thing in a relationship but i was there for you. i had hoped you see me as a lover. i know i was wrong, and you don’t or never will see me as one which is fine. i am not even your type considering sakura, and type of girls you must like.” you laughed. “gosh, it’s seems like i don’t know you at all.”

  yuta could feel like his heart was breaking in half. he had no idea it’s what you felt whole time.

“what the fuck? i saw you as lover, and i still do, i swear. no one is better than you, and you are my type. of course you are. and god, the things you know about me not other know. even guys doesn’t know what you do or sakura. you’re the one who was the closest to me. i fucked up. i really did, because i was scared i fell for you hard but i guess it was destiny.” he giggled. “life without you simply sucks. my body aches for you, and i miss you. i want to have you in my arms, and treat you good. i want to kiss you, and talk about some nonsens. please y/n.”

“i am not sure of what you’re talking. past few months you weren’t the nicest, and-”

“it was my mistake. i didn’t appreciate the woman i have besides me. please come back. i will never do such a things. i will be the most amazing boyfriend you could ever have. i do everything to make you the happiest. just come back.” he said almost crying. “my bedroom feels empty withouth you, and space here is too much just for me.”

  yuta’s hands was now on your face.

“i don’t know. you were really upsetting me majority of time, and-”

  you didn’t get to end what you were about to say since yuta kissed you hard. suddenly you forget about all the surrending, and only thing that matters was yuta kissing you. all the emotions went through this kiss, and it was the best feeling ever. as if someone brought your other half to you. part of you were found in this kiss.

“please. i can’t go on this long without you.” yuta was holding your face. “i love you. i love you y/n, and i wish to spend rest of my life next to you.”

“i think i love you too.”

  you couldn’t look at yuta, but he touched your chin to look at him.

“don’t be shy. we will work things out. we are good, right?” you nodded. “god how much i missed you. i feel full finally.”

“me too. like part of me is back.”

“exactly. i am so thanful to you.”

Characters: Yuta x reader

Genre: fluff, funny (?)

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You were comfortably sitting on your couch with a blanket over your legs and your favorite TV show on. You were enjoying that peace until Yuta suddenly appeared in the living room with you.

"You already heard of elf on a shelf but did you heard of elf on my back?" he laughed at his own joke that wasn't that funny at all.

"That doesn't even rhyme, Yuta!" you said and laughed out loud when you saw him crawling to you with a plush elf on his back. "Oh my God..."

"But you laughed," he said and took off the plush from his back and put it next to you. "He will watch you for the rest of this month. Well... Until Christmas and he will tell me if you were good or bad." he moved his eyebrows up and down.

"He will watch me?" you raised your eyebrows and looked at the plush elf that looked very weird so you were ready to throw it away. "I should have done that to you. I'm always nice." you chuckled.

"Hm, we will see on a Christmas day." he smiled sweetly at you and crawled away from the living room leaving you with that weird-looking plush.

You looked at that plush and hide under a pillow. You don’t need something like this looking at you, you have Yuta after all. He is like an elf itself.

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A/N thank you so much for reading this little story. Hope you like it and leave a heart ♡

(This one is very very short, I'm so sorry)