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gojosnympho · 1 year

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stripper b!@#h - n. yuta

pairing: dom!yuta x sub!black!fem!reader, yuta x stripper!reader ft. johnny and taeyong

genre: smut, a bit of fluff <3, maybe some angst if you squint, pwp, non-idol!au

word count: 4.9k

content warnings: strangers to lovers, strip clubs, alcohol, lap dances, stripping, reader is bisexual, gxg kissing?, unprotected sex (he uses the pull out method), dirty talk, degradation, name calling (slut, whore), pet names (baby, baby girl, etc) praise, face sitting (f receiving), oral (m & f receiving), lil bit of impact play, squirting, multiple orgasms, mentions of an mxfxf threesome

synopsis: he falls for the prettiest stripper he’s ever seen

author’s note: this was totally just supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away 🤭 so enjoy!

it was yuta’s birthday and to celebrate, johnny and taeyong took him to the strip club in downtown seoul. they’d even rented a private section for the occasion. this wasn’t yuta’s first time at this particular strip club so when he saw you, he knew for sure you were new. he could tell by the way you leaned awkwardly against the bar standing next to one of the other girls who took care of him and his friends when he came. he made eye contact with her and waved her over in hopes she’d bring you with her, and to his relief she did.

“my three favorite boys are here!” she said cheerfully, obviously tipsy off of whatever was in the glass she held in her left hand, her right hand holding yours for your comfort.

“hi candy. who’s your friend?” johnny asked nodding to you. you were a nervous wreck, and in an attempt to calm you down candy shoved her unfinished drink in your hand and encouraged you to down the rest of it, so you did. the alcohol burned your throat and you handed the glass back to her.

“this is the new girl, cinnamon. they’ve got me showing her the ropes.” candy explained to the three men. they all nodded in response, their eyes following the curves of your scantily clad body.

“foreign.” taeyong said to candy and the other two men in korean so that you couldn’t understand. they all nodded in response. candy was korean herself, you’d wondered why they didn’t stick you with one of the other black girls.

although yuta had been eyeing you all night, this was the first time he actually drank in your appearance. you were dressed in a pink metallic bikini, a pair of clear pleaser heels, and sheer white thigh high socks. he loved the way your thick thighs peaked out over the sides of them and how sexy your body looked. your hair was a long straight ginger wig and your makeup was done so that you looked innocent. he’d wondered if that was your idea or candy’s. his money was on candy. his favorite part though, was the glitter your brown skin was covered in. it made you glow in the low light of the club.

“well we came to celebrate yuta’s birthday and you know we pay good. so why don’t you put on a nice little show for us?” johnny said, pulling a fat wad of cash from his jean’s pocket. your eyes damn near bulged out of your head at the sight. you needed that money.

you were gonna need another drink if you were gonna get through this night without blowing a gasket and you told candy as such. but before she could trudge off to the bar, the blonde man whose name you learned was yuta, held up an unopened bottle of casamigos.

“we can share this.” he said to you. you were about to decline his offer but before you could candy was pushing you toward him.

“thank you.” you said shyly, walking over to him and sitting next to him. with you this close he could smell the perfume you spritzed on yourself and it made him even more attracted to you. yuta cracked open the bottle, “tilt your head back and open your mouth.” he said. you gave him a funny look at first but ultimately followed his directions. you needed that money.

he poured a shot's worth of tequila down your throat and you swallowed like a pro, “good girl.” he praised you. you wiped the small bit that dribbled down your chin with the back of your hand while you stared at the man. he was so fine and he was the first man who didn’t make you feel uncomfortable in that degrading ass strip club.

“that’s hot.” taeyong said, taking a sip from his glass.

yuta gave you more tequila and soon the anxiety began to melt away. you felt looser now, ready to do whatever they wanted in order to get that stack johnny had sitting next to him on the couch.

“c’mere cinnie.” candy said, making grabby hands at you. you moved from your spot next to yuta, to his dismay, and walked over to where she sat next to johnny. she patted her lap, signaling you to sit there. you did. “why don’t you show my boys how good you are?” she said lowly into your ear. you could smell the alcohol on her breath but you couldn’t judge her because you were sure yours wasn’t much better.

yuta, johnny, and taeyong’s eyes were all on you. you began to roll your hips on candy’s lap, letting the music (and the alcohol) guide you. this wasn’t the first time you’d given candy a lap dance, she’d encourage you to practice on her all the time. praising you and giving your ass smacks, and giving you pointers to make your performance better.

“good job, cinnie.” candy praised you. “now why don’t you give the birthday boy some attention?” she said gesturing to yuta who was staring at you intensely. you nodded at her but before you could move off her lap, she planted a kiss on your lips, her tongue exploring your mouth. you kissed her back. this wasn’t the first time she’d kissed you either and you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t enjoy it. she pulled away first, “naughty girl.” she whispers before handing you off to yuta, who was more than happy for you to give him the same treatment you gave candy.

you sat on his lap and you started to swirl your hips on him the same way you’d done to candy. he kept his hands to himself, letting you do your thing. he let his eyes trail over every inch of your body, making sure you felt his stare.

“how old are you turning?” you asked him, wrapping your arms around his neck while you grinded down on him. he chuckled, showing you his pretty white teeth. “i’m twenty-seven today.”

you hummed in response while you continued to dance on him. “you can touch me, ya know? i don’t mind.” you grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips and yuta had to refrain from moaning. your skin was so soft. “better?” you asked him. he nodded at you.

after the song ended, you climbed off of the man. you’d noticed the one hundred dollar bill tucked in your garter. that was the biggest tip you’d ever gotten and if it wasn’t weird to hug him you would’ve.

every private section had a pole and a small stage, which is where candy had found herself while you were servicing yuta. she was spinning around on the pole and doing tricks while johnny and taeyong threw money at her. next she began to untie her bikini top and threw it at taeyong. candy was so confident when she danced, you’d hoped one day you’d be the same. you were still new to this. when the song playing over the club’s speakers ended, candy bent down to collect all the money the two men had tipped her.

“it’s your turn, cinnamon.” those simple words had anxiety threatening to creep it’s way back into your mind. before it could fully poison your brain, you took candy’s place on the stage. the three men giving their undivided attention to you. as soon as your hand touched the pole, beyoncé’s dance for you started to play over the speakers. the tequila and the way yuta was staring at you had every doubt falling out of your head as you started to dance. you were lost in the beat, twirling around the pole, and moving your body to the beat of the song.

you slid down the pole, keeping your eyes on yuta the whole time who hadn’t even tried to look away from you once since you started your routine. he sat back with his legs spread and bottle in hand. he and his friends were throwing money and praises at you while you danced. taking a page out of candy’s book, you began to untie your bikini top. you let it slide off of your body sensually and fall down onto the pile of money that had accumulated throughout the song. yuta’s eyes zeroed in on your bare chest and his already uncomfortable erection got even more uncomfortable. he was almost sure he was gonna bust in his jeans. when the song finished and you’d collected your money and bade goodbye to the three men, you headed to the locker room to count the money you’d earned tonight.

“did you have fun tonight, cinnie?” candy asked sitting down next to you.

“i did! thank you.” you said, pecking her on the cheek.

“anything for my favorite girl.” and with that she left you to continue counting your money.

nine hundred dollars. you made nine hundred dollars in one night, that’s what you made in two weeks when you were still working a nine to five. you smiled tucking the money into your bag.

it was around midnight when you were headed out of the club for the night. you traded your bikini for some jeans and a tight fitting baby t-shirt and your pleasers for a pair of sneakers. you held your bag tightly to your side while you walked through the club and outside to wait for your ride. you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone you hadn’t even noticed the man standing in front of you, you jumped in fear until you realized it was yuta.

“you scared the shit out of me! you cannot sneak up on me like that!” you scolded him.

“i’m sorry. i just wanted to say thank you for tonight.” he smiled, showing you those pretty teeth of his once again. you couldn’t help but to smile back at him, “no problem, birthday boy.”

“you know i don’t usually do this but, do you wanna go home with me?” he asked hopefully. this wasn’t the first time a customer had asked you to come home with him after a session but with yuta…it was different. he made you feel comfortable. when he noticed that you hadn’t responded he quickly shook his head, “i’m sorry i asked. i’ll leave you alone.” he was about to walk off but you grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

“i’d love to go home with you, yuta.”

yuta all but sighed in relief at your words. this time he was grabbing your hand so he could lead you to an all black suv. he opened the door for you and helped you inside and then climbed in after you. you should’ve guessed by the private section and the shit ton of money he and his friends were throwing that he was well off, but the nice car with clean black leather seats and a personal driver really took the cake.

you’d spoken too soon. when the driver stopped the car in front of a posh, expensive-looking penthouse apartment building, that’s what took the cake. yuta pulled a one hundred dollar bill from his wallet to tip his driver and then helped you out of the car. the walk to his apartment was quiet. you were anticipating what else tonight could bring and he was thinking about getting you out of your clothes.

his apartment was beautiful. the decor was breathtaking, the marble floors looked virtually brand new and the ceilings were tall. you looked around in awe, taking in everything.

“i can take your bag for you.” he said, holding his hand out to take your pink duffle bag for you. usually you didn’t let anybody touch your bag but you doubted he’d steal from you when he had all of this. you handed him the bag and he placed it in the closet by his front door. “do you want a drink?” he asked.

“what do you have?” he grabbed your hand to take you to the mini bar in his living room. he opened the cabinet to take inventory of what he had before answering. “hmm, do you like dark liquor?”

“not really but i’ll drink it.” you replied to him. he grabbed a half finished bottle of some expensive dark liquor you’d never even heard of and two glasses. he wasn’t gonna pour it in your mouth this time, you noted.

“ice?” he questioned. you nodded in response.

after he made your drinks you both took a seat on his couch while you drank and talked.

“why’d you come all the way to korea? if you don’t mind me asking.”

“no, it’s okay. i actually moved here originally for school but some shit happened so i had to withdraw. i worked at some other places and now i’m stripping.” you explained to him.

“do you enjoy it?” he asked you curiously.

“living here or taking off my clothes for money?” he laughed at your words before answering, “both i guess.”

“it’s not that bad, honestly. living here is definitely different from the states. the stares took a bit getting used to. as for stripping? yes i do enjoy it. it keeps the bills paid and it’s fun!”

yuta just hummed in response before taking another sip of his drink. you couldn’t get over how perfect he seemed. rich, handsome, and charming. you were gonna ask him about himself but when you looked over he was staring directly at you. you felt your skin heat up and yuta smiled knowingly at you.

“you’re so gorgeous.” he said, reaching out to brush your hair out of your face. you almost melted. of course people complimented you all the time but this one felt genuine.

“thank you.” you breathed out

it was like a chain reaction. he complimented you, you were on his lap, and then you were kissing him. he wasn’t hesitant to touch your body this time. he was rubbing his hands everywhere they could reach. your sides, your hips, your ass, your thighs.

“let’s go upstairs.” he said against your lips. you didn’t want the kiss or his hands on your body to cease for even a second but you nodded. to your surprise, yuta scooped you up like you weighed nothing and carried you to his room. once inside, he dropped you on his king sized bed and admired the way you were laid out so prettily for him. “i’m gonna undress you, okay baby?” you nodded once again.

he started with your sneakers pulling them off and throwing them somewhere in the room. then he moved up your body to unbutton and unzip your jeans. he pulled the denim down your legs and threw them to join your shoes. he caressed your thighs softly drawing a mewl from your lips. he moved up your body once more and took off your t-shirt and threw that as well. because he was kind enough to undress you, you did the same to him, pulling his t-shirt and his pants off. now you sat in front of each other half naked: you in your bra and panties, him in his calvin klein briefs.

you wasted no time pressing your lips back to his and climbing back onto his lap. you slipped your tongue in his mouth moaning at the taste of him. he moaned in return, gripping your ass cheeks in his large palms and then bringing a hand down to leave a smack on your cheek. you rutted against him at the feeling hoping he’d get the hint that you wanted him to do it again, so he did. he landed a smack on the other cheek, smiling against your lips at the noises that managed to slip past them. you pulled away from the kiss and pushed him back on his bed.

“why did you wanna take me home and not candy?” you asked the blonde male you were sitting atop of as you traced teasing circles on his chest with your acrylic nail.

“because she’s not you.” he said.

“no? stripper bitches ain’t just all the same to you?” you joked but yuta frowned at your words. you were special and he knew that from just a few hours of getting to know you.

“you’re different.” he replied, sincerity prominent in his tone.

instead of responding you dipped down to place a kiss on his lips. after you pulled away, you reached behind you to unclip your bra, you dropped it off the bed to join the pile of clothes you and yuta created.

“come sit on my face.” he said grabbing the backs of your thighs and pulling you up his body until you were straddling his face. “sit down and stop playing with me.” he complained, pulling you down on his face. you felt his warm breath fan across your panty-covered pussy and you moaned slightly at the feeling. yuta stuck his tongue out and licked a long stripe over the fabric of your panties. you sucked in a breath, the friction from the fabric making the pleasure feel a little more intense. he did it again and you whined, reaching down to grip his hair. you began to rock your hips on his face, your clit bumping deliciously against his nose at every movement. yuta, who was tired of teasing and needed to taste your pussy for real, pulled the spit and arousal soaked panties out of the way to reveal your pretty pussy to his dark eyes. he slurped up your juices eagerly, your moans and cries of pleasure egging him on.

“fuck yes. please don’t stop.” you cried out. your words were music to his ears. he placed both of his hands on the globe of your ass cheeks and assisted you with riding his face. your body writhed and shook as you tried to stay on top of him. to ground yourself you grabbed onto his hair once more and rutted against his tongue. he was moaning beneath you, savoring every drop of your arousal as it dripped from you. your clit was once again being stimulated by the tip of his nose so between the way his tongue felt and that sensation, your orgasm was creeping up on you.

“yuta—shit!” you gasped when he began moving his head back and forth in quick motions, his eyes staring up at you while you shook and cried for him. the feeling in your belly got tighter and tighter, threatening to snap and with one more move of your hips you were cumming all over yuta’s face, wetting it with your juices.

once you recovered from your orgasm, you slid back so that you were seated on his chest. you were shaking from how intense the orgasm was and all yuta could do was laugh at you.

“what’s so funny?” you questioned

“if you’re shaking like that from just my tongue i can’t wait to see what you’re gonna do after i fuck you.” before his words could register fully, he’d pushed you down his body so your exposed pussy was pressed against his hard dick. you could feel how big it was just from sitting there and it scared you. “you feel how hard you make me, cinnamon?” your body froze up at the name, you’d realized you hadn’t even told him your real name.

“that’s my work name. you can call me by my real name.” you told him sliding down his body once more until you were between his legs. you pulled his briefs down just enough so that his dick could spring free and slap against his stomach.

“what’s your real name then?” he asked you his voice laced in curiosity. you whispered your name to him before placing kisses on the length of his dick. just as he was about to say something you sucked the head into your mouth. yuta grunted, slightly bucking his hips up. because you were so generous and such a good girl you took more of him into your mouth and relished the way your lips stretched from the thickness. this time he let out a hiss when he felt the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat. you gagged around him which made yuta smile down at you.

“you’re so fucking good at this aren’t you? you fucking slut.” you moaned at the name, your pussy fluttering pathetically around nothing. yuta smiled at you once more, “oh you like that huh?” you mumbled a garbled “mhm” as you continued to suck him off. to test the waters even further, yuta held your head down as he fucked into your warm mouth. his moans flowed out one after the other as you gagged and choked around him. when he was satisfied he pulled you off by your hair. your lips and his dick connected by a string of spit. this time you smiled at him. tears were sliding down your cheeks but you loved every second of it. you took him into your mouth again, gagging once again when he pushed his hips up to thrust into your mouth.

“my dirty, dirty girl. i don’t think i’m gonna be able to leave you alone after this.” he told you with a breathy moan and you hummed in response, your mouth still full of his thick dick. he twitched at the vibration of you humming so you did it again. “fuck i’m gonna cum in your pretty little mouth if you keep doing that, baby. i wanna cum from fucking you.”

you pulled off of him and then he flipped your bodies over so that he was slotted between your open legs. he pulled your panties completely off and then his briefs.

“you gotta condom?” you asked him

he reached over to his bedside table and rummaged around for one but came up empty. “i promise i’m clean and i promise i’ll pull out.”

“okay. i trust you.” you said.

he spread your legs even more getting a look at your pussy and the pretty pink insides and your dark lips. yuta slapped his dick against your pussy and watched as your face screwed up in pleasure. he then proceeded to rub his full length through your folds to collect your arousal and then he pushed into you with a deep moan. you cried out at the intrusion, your pussy trying to get used to him.

“relax, baby.” he coos as he rubbed circles into your hips in an attempt to calm your trembling body.

“so full.” is the only sentence that your screwed up brain could produce.

“but you’re taking it so fucking good. see?” he thrusted into you and you gasped, back arching off the bed. he thrusted into you again and grunted at the tightness of your pussy. he set a steady pace now rocking into you while you moaned and wrapped your legs tightly around his waist. he looked down at you beneath him and admired the way you looked. your eyes were closed from the pleasure as your tits bounced with each thrust. he reached down to pinch your nipples which drew yet another moan from you.

“fuck me harder.” you begged him, looking up at him with those eyes he didn’t think he’d ever be able to get out of his head.

he complied with your wishes and snapped his hips into you at a rough pace while he dug his fingers into your hips to pull you down onto his dick with every toe curling thrust.

“oh shit!” you cried out throwing your head back. tears were sliding down your cheeks and you really didn’t think you were gonna last that much longer.

“does that feel good, baby? my dick in your slutty fucking pussy?” you moaned loudly at his dirty words, your pussy fluttering around his length. “you like that shit?” you nodded because it’s all you could do but yuta wasn’t having it. “no. use your words. you can use that slutty mouth for everything else.”

“i-i —fuckkk yes!” you screamed and the man above you laughed at you for what felt like the umpteenth time tonight but you knew it was just his sick way of teasing you.

“you’re such a good little slut i see why candy was all over you.” your pussy clenched at the name of your friend. “since you like her so much maybe next time i’ll invite her over so we can fuck you together. like the little whore you are. would you like that?”

the thought of yuta and candy fucking you had your orgasm nearing so steadily you were sure if he kept talking you were gonna cum all over him.

“answer me, baby. is that what you want?” yuta asked. he never let up while he fucked you. still pounding into your pussy at a brutal pace. the sound of skin against skin resounded throughout yuta’s bedroom.

“yes! yes fuck i want it so bad!” you screamed. yuta who was satisfied with your answer reached down to thumb your clit and your back arched off the bed once more. you tried to pull away from his touches but he wasn’t having it. he landed a slap on your clit which had you crying out again.

“don’t fucking run from me. you understand me?”

“ ‘m sorry.” you mumbled out.

he started to rub your clit again while he pounded your little hole. you were so dangerously close to toppling over the edge and yuta knew it too. he sped up the movement of his hand on your clit making you cry out and try to pull away from him again. this time he used his free hand to land smacks on both of your breasts.

“i said stop fucking running from me you fucking slut. take this dick.”

“yuta!! yuta i’m cumming! i’m cumming! fuckkk! i’m cumming!” you screamed right before you squirted all over him, yourself, and his bedsheets. “oh fuck!” you were so fucked out you didn’t even realize the mess you made at first until yuta taunted you.

“my pretty little slut’s a squirter.” he teased you. he had stopped his movements to let you calm down a bit, what a gentleman.

“i’m sorry.” you replied, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath after the intense orgasm ripped through your body. yuta was right. you were shaking even more now than you were earlier.

“don’t apologize. that was so sexy.” he praised you before leaning down to place a kiss on your swollen lips. “now let me get my nut in, yeah?” you nodded.

he started moving again, fucking into you trying to chase his orgasm. the overstimulation had you ready to cum again and you reached down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. your third orgasm came first. you creamed around his length and the tight clench of your pussy had yuta’s following right behind yours. just before he could spill inside of you, he pulled out and painted your belly with his milky white seed. he took it a step further and rubbed his release into your skin until it left a shiny sheen on your body.

“you okay?” he asked you, out of breath and collapsed on the bed next to you.

“i’m so good.” you mumbled hazily.

you laid there in silence for a good five minutes before you rolled off the bed and began to collect your clothes off of the floor.

“what the hell are you doing?” he asked you, sitting up to get a better look at how you moved around his room.

“getting ready to leave?” you answered in a confused tone.

“no you’re not. get over here.” he demanded standing off of the bed and grabbing your arm. “you think i’m just gonna fuck you and send you home? god, _____, i’m not a monster.” your name falling from his lips had your heart skipping a beat. “i’m gonna run you a bath and then we’re gonna go to bed, okay?”

“okay.” you replied. you dropped your clothes back to the ground and watched as he walked to the bathroom connected to his very large room. he flicked the light on and then turned the water on to run you a bath.

once you were out of the bath, yuta cuddled with you on fresh sheets until you both fell asleep.

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the next morning when you cracked open your eyes and realized you weren’t in the bedroom of your apartment, every memory from last night began to flood back in your mind. god i’m such a slut! you thought to yourself. you looked over at yuta’s sleeping body and contemplated on waiting for him to wake up or just leaving before he did. when you decided on the latter, you tried to slide from underneath the man’s arm but he stopped you.

“trying to leave me again, baby girl?” he questioned, his voice still heavy with sleep.

“you must really like me huh?” you teased him.

“i do.” he sat up in bed and stretched before turning to look at you. “i told you i can’t leave you alone after this. you might as well get used to it.” he smiled before giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“you got me cheating on candy!” you joked and the man chuckled at you before replying, “i said we could invite her to join. i’m sure she’d love it.”

“oh you were serious?”

“yes.”

“i’ll ask her.” you assured him.

“good girl.” he praised you. “now do you wanna eat or do you wanna fuck again and then eat?” he asked you as he rubbed your thighs beneath the blanket.

“let’s fuck.”

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girlreblogger · 9 months

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yuta okkotsu x black reader. he’s a chef apprentice (wtv that means he has a really rigorous, work.. chef job okay?) i personally don’t eat meat so we gonna name it thicken/thick-fil-a.. anyways fluff. this isn’t the most aesthetic layout cause who cares but i put dividers cause it could be a lot to read through especially with the small font. a lil ooc cause it’s been a while since i read the manga.

chef apprentice yuta who always makes sure to text and call you at all times of day even if he can’t see you.

yuta yuta 🧎🏽‍♀️

honey idk if youre up

but im omw with some food ❤️

my love 👰🏽‍♀️

aww thanks boo🤭

how was your day?

those ppl weren’t giving you trouble again we’re they?

yuta yuta 🧎🏽‍♀️

nah baby everything’s been fine.

open the door

chef apprentice yuta who surprises you at your apartment with something less complicated than the brunch he’s been making for the past months.

you were so excited to see him since he had been at the restaurant all week but now he was finally going to have a few days off. once you hear a little knock at the door you hurriedly jumped up from the bed and put on your silk black robe since you had just got out the shower. “im off to see. my husband. i’m happy. i’m happy.” you hummed as you put on your black and pink house shoes and placed your phone on the couch before reaching for the door.

chef apprentice yuta who stands at the door with thick-fil-a and practices a speech about how sorry he is for not being able to see you for seven days.

you quickly looked through the peep hole to see your boyfriend standing there with bags of Thick-fil-A in his hand. he had on a black baseball cap to cover his slightly over grown black hair, some black sweats and a dark gray tee shirt that fit his sleeper build perfectly. you smiled happily at his cute face before flinging the door open and pulling his body inside by his arm.

chef apprentice yuta who can’t even get out his words because his oh so sweet & pretty girlfriend always greets him with a bunch of kisses after a long week of being in a stuffy kitchen.

you couldn’t help but hurriedly close the door and pounce on him with kisses, standing on your tippy toes with your arms flung around his neck. Yuta widened his arms eyes from your arms reaching up and pulling his head down towards your body so quicky. you must have really missed him. he definitely missed you though.. so much. He smirked and kissed your lips back slowly and wrapped the hand with the food around your hips and the other on your ass.

chef apprentice yuta who can’t help but feel the stress that was built up slowly ease away at the feeling of your soft plush lips moving all up against his. just seeing you, kissing you, feeling you, hearing you— was enough for him to unwind from the day.

“mm” you both shared a passionate kiss, lips moving slowly and gently while yuta sucked your bottom lip slyly and then pulling away. “Yuu im so happy you’re here!” You’re so happy, just gushing at his presence with a big smile on your face. You brought your arms around his body to place your chin on his chest. “Me too. aw look at my baby, i see you got those braids you made me picked out” Yuta cocked his head to the side while letting a finger twirl around one of the freshly done braids and staring into your eyes with a gentle glare.

chef apprentice yuta who likes teasing you for the fun of it. he’s such a sweet boyfriend but gosh could he be anything less than a tease.

Yuta bit his top lip mindlessly and gave your chin a small grab and then let go. he still kept eye contact while holding your body and just waited for you to answer. “thanks.” you smiled and pushed yourself off his body. You reached your hand behind your back to grab one of the bags of food and walked to the table.

chef apprentice yuta who loves seeing you comfortable and happy in your own element. he loves that you can be so comfortable around him and just yourself.

“ou ‘thick-fil-a!’ ” You clapped while taking out your food and pulling out a chair while Yuta followed you. He gave you a playful smack on your ass with his heavy hand before sitting next to you. “hey!” You yelped and snapped your neck at him with a stank look. “i had too” Yuta laughed as he grabbed your hips and making you sit down. “how was your day?” Yuta placed his arms on the table and watching his giddy girlfriend stuff her mouth with fries. “it was good. but i had a headache. I feel better though.” You opened one of your sauces and pulled back the lid of the hot and spicy thicken sandwich. “this is goodd~” you hummed while eating another waffle fry that had been dipped in sauce. Yuta gave you a longing look before grabbing the food from his bag. “hmm” His face was laced with worry as his mind wandering a little at the thought of your words.

chef apprentice yuta who feels bad he isn’t with his gf 24/7. but still makes it his priority to try and balance his work and relationship.

All he wanted was his girlfriend to be happy and healthy. “you look tired” he whispered while biting one of his chicken nuggets and opening a sauce. “you look more tired than i do baby.” you cooed while cupping his face and giving his cheeks a peck, then seeing him pursing his lips for another kiss which you gave him. After you let go you continued eating your thicken sandwich and fries before looking up at your boyfriend who was staring at you. “let me know next time. okay” Yuta smiled softly as he watched you chew your food. “i will.”

chef apprentice yuta who makes you promise to always keep him in the know abt even having a small headache or needing to get your nails done. he never wants his job to get in the way of providing or taking care of you.

“and before you say anything don’t apologize for doing your job yuu. you’re always taking good care of me and i’m so grateful, alright?” your hand went to grab his, taking it into yours and looking up at him. he just gave you a dorky smile and nodded because he appreciated the reassurance. he always apologized after coming from work because he wants you to always know- “you’re appreciated, just so you know. seriously you’re everything to me.” Yuta leaned towards your body and landed a sweet kiss on your forehead. he watched you grin at the little action.

“i love you”

“i love you too”

#x black reader #x black reader fluff #black reader #x black fem reader #anime x black!reader #black fanfiction #black writers #jjk x black reader #my man my man my man #yuta x black reader #yuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu x black reader #my man.#black yn

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38riku · 2 years

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𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍’ 𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐘

synopsis ; waking them up to do the nasty. afab reader. f!reader, use of she/her pronouns.

includes ; yuta okkotsu and hinata shoyo

cw ; this post contains 18+ content. minors and ageless blogs do not interact. cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. breeding kink. praise. degradation. pet names (angel; doll/doll face) biting. nipple play (?)

notes ; back from hiatus and of course I wrote for my favorites 🫶🏽

taglist ; @gabzlovesu @thathoneybee3 @dazaisfavgf @chubbyblackthottie taglist form is pinned on my blog !!

𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐘.

“yeah, just like that angel—”

any other time, the intensity of his stare would make you squirm, covering your body out of embarrassment no matter how many time he’s seen you like this — you’ve seen each other like this — but, you were still sleepy, and couldn’t bring yourself to care; focusing on the breathy praises he’d sing and chasing your release.

it never took long, even with the way you lazily rolled your hips against his: sat upright, arms loosely hung around his neck in nothing but his t-shirt. perhaps it was the intimacy of it all. you were craving him, and, even in the middle of the night, he’ll satisfy you without question. or, it could be the way he hits that spot that makes you cream all over him in seconds, curving upward and brushing against your most sensitive spots.

“ ‘m close yuta—”

“i know pretty, i can feel you clenching around me — ready for me to fill you up with my cum, yeah?”

beneath his lidded, midnight irises was a spark that never failed to shine at the mention of him stuffing you full and plugging it up. it got him going. one hand gripped your hip, the other smoothing over your ass before hitting it with enough force to make you whine.

“y-yes, wanna be filled up by you, please ~ ” you all but cried, looking at him through your lashes with a cute little pout in fear of denial. he loved it when you begged for his cum, as if it was a privilege to be his personal cum dump.

the pads of his fingers hastened your movements, grinding you quicker and catching your clit on his pelvis — a pleasured mewl leaving falling from your lips as you struggled to remain upright at the newfound stimulation.

“been doing so good for me, let me take care of you for this last bit~”

𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐒.

“you wanted my cock so bad work a little harder will ya?”

his breath fanned your neck from behind, calloused hands cupping your tits and thumbing over your perked nipples harshly. he was so mean, being awoken from his sleep just to get you off — “so selfish.” he had scolded, “can’t stop being a cock hungry slut — just for a few minutes while I sleep huh?”

hinata didn’t mean it, he never did. however, he is positively addicted to the way you clench around him when he talks to you like that.

your head lolled to the side in the crook of his neck, an “awe” laced in faux pity was whispered in your ear as he pinched your nipple, hard. your body jolted upright, a high-pitched squeal eliciting a deep, amused chuckle from your lover.

“you must be dumber than you let on huh?” he mused, hands trailing down to your waist to forcefully drag you along his cock while thrusting up into you at an inhumane speed.

your incoherent blurbs and slurred enunciation of his names were drowned out by the obscene sound of skin slapping, your arousal creating a sloppy ring of white at the base of his cock that threatened to drip down his balls.

“sho’ it’s too much I-I- can’t—”

“y-y-you don’t have a choice doll.” he mock stuttered, licking a stripe from your shoulder to the base of your neck before biting down.

the action took you by surprised, a breathy moan leaving your lips and spurring on your inevitable orgasm. you were too fuzzy minded to be embarrassed as you soaked his thighs, your released shooting upward as you stained the sheets with your sin.

“that’s it doll, fuck — you know I love it when you make a mess.”

#haikyuu x black reader #haikyu smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #jjk smut #jjk x black reader #jjk x reader #hinata shoyo smut #hinata smut #hinata x reader #hinata x black reader #hinata shoyo x reader #yuta x black reader #yuta x reader #yuta smut #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu smut #yuta okkotsu x black reader

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aswho1estuff · 1 year

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The Boys Next Door

{i would like to note that I don't endorse any ill treatments/acts/relationships done upon the girls within the playboy mansion and outside of it, I stand and always will support women in any form.}

Masterlist

Series summary !

Character introduction !

The playboy mansion boys

#the boys next door series #the boys next door masterlist #ateez seonghwa #txt yeonjun #stray kids felix #nct yuta #kpop x blackreader #kpop x black reader #x black reader #black reader x #playboy aesthetic #Felix x black reader #seonghwa x black reader #yuta x black reader #yeonjun x black reader #ateez ambw #txt ambw #straykids ambw #nct ambw

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lowkeyremi · 2 months

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WHEN THEY'RE CURIOUS ABOUT YOUR HAIR jjk x black!fem!reader

remi's note: i just wanted to do something like this cuz i thought about how most of the black readers seem to have braids all the time. so this is when they see your natural hair!! this applies to any black girl hair type but mostly 4c bc that's my hair type. hope you like it :)

He's been staring at you for at least thirty-five minutes and it's finally starting to work your nerves.

"What are you looking at?" You ask him with slight irritation in your tone.

"I just.. I don't think I've ever seen your hair out like that before." He says quietly. It settles your nerves to know he's not looking at you like you're weird, he's looking at you out of curiosity. You've been braiding your hair into cornrows so your natural hair can breathe. It's not healthy for your hair to always be in braids.

He watches as you part your hair with ease, it wasn't always like this though. It took time and patience to be able to do what you do to your hair now. There were several times where you came close to giving up, because your hair is just so thick and there's so much of it.

"Well, this is what it looks like when it's not styled. Get used to it cuz I'm not paying for braids all the time." You quickly oil one section of your scalp before you start the braiding process.

"I mean.. I'll pay for them if you want, baby, but your natural hair is so cute." The idea of being accepted by your partner for who you are, unconditionally makes your heart beat wildly.

"Is it soft? It looks really soft." Child-like curiosity and pure excitement takes over his features. You usually don't let people touch your hair but for your boyfriend you'll make an exception.

"Are your hands clean? I just washed and deep conditioned it." You've never seen him hop off the couch that fast. You hear the kitchen sink running. When his hands are clean and dry he makes his way over to the couch you're sitting on.

His eyes ask 'can I?' and you give him a small nod. He softly taps the top of your unbraided hair as if it would break if he touched it too hard.

"Wowwwwwwwww. Can you teach me how to braid it so I can do it for you?" The way he's acting like a little kid seeing a cute puppy makes you giggle.

"I doubt you'll get it on the first time but I'll teach you if you want." His smile about doubles when you agree. Everything about you is pretty, your skin, your eyes, and of course your pretty curls.

GOJO, yuji, YUTA, choso, inumaki, TODO, NANAMI

He's never watched you take out your braids before, but now that he's doing it, he's invested. You've noticed it but decided not to say anything, if he has any questions he has absolutely no problem asking you.

"What are you gonna do when you take all the braids out?"

"Wash it and braid it up myself. Or maybe I'll twist it up." Instead of saying something he just nods.

He tries to fake uninterested but you see the quick little glances he thinks that he's sneaking in.

"Do you ever straighten it?"

"Sometimes yeah, but it's not great for my hair, heat in general I mean." You quickly cut a braid slightly longer than your natural hair so the unbraiding process goes by much faster.

"I think I like when it's out. I've never seen your hair all poofy before." He's confused when you giggle at his terminology for your hair.

"You mean my afro?" He nods again. "I think you should wear it out more often let your scalp breathe you know?"

The fact that he knows a little bit about your hair makes you proud and content. "Yeah but that means extra work because I have to twist it up before going to bed. So I don't wake up in the morning with my hair all scrunched up."

He sets his phone down and sits closer to you than he was before, "I'll help you twist it. I want to see that pretty hair of yours."

"Well, I have to wash and condition it first, but since you're over here you can help me take my braids out. Don't cut too close though."

"Girl, I know what I'm doing, your hair is not that long." He gets a playful slap to the chest for that comment.

TOJI, megumi, GETO, sukuna, naoya

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venuslut · 3 months

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FANTASIZING ABOUT making out with yuuta okkotsu ♡︎.

It was bound to happen. It’s a known fact that you’re obsessed with your boyfriend and can’t go a few minutes without touching or kissing him. Like now, when you both were supposed to be watching a movie comfortably in the living room. A cheesy romantic comedy featuring a couple of Hollywood pretty boys and equally attractive women, with a bowl of popcorn loaded with butter and salt on the coffee table in front of the couch.

The movie was great, however; you and yuuta did not last long before getting in a heated makeout session that consumed all your attention. All initiated by you of course. You had started by shifting your position to lean your front more towards his side, still sitting next to him. Licking your lips as they form into a mischievous smile. Yuuta could tell the exact moment you lost interest in the movie and turned your attention to him. He stayed levelheaded, trying to maintain his own focus but it was hard when your hand moved from his hand to rest on top of his thigh. He knew what you were doing and he didn’t even have to look at you to see the look of lust in your eyes. If he did, he knew he’d fold immediately and he really wanted to watch this movie. But when you leaned closer and started to kiss along his jaw and neck, all concentration was lost.

Before you knew it, you were sitting on Yuuta’s lap and straddling his waist, your ass perfectly aligned on his cock and your hair shielding you both from the world. His hands moved to grip your hips firmly, his touch eager and desperate. You didn’t waste any time in locking your lips to his, claiming them in a passionate kiss. Taking charge, your tongue teased the seam of his lips, seeking entrance. Yuuta kissed back, matching your fervent pace and opening his mouth to let you in. Moaning when you grinded against his growing erection, reveling in the friction between your bodies, the heat and wetness building with each movement.

Your tongue eagerly glides against his, your lips beginning to become swollen and hotter after every kiss. As you passionately kissed him, Yuuta's hand drifted up, tangling in your hair. He pulled your hair gently, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, pulling you closer against him. He could feel the heat radiating from your body, the way your curves fit perfectly against him, and it only fueled his desire further. Then, His hand roamed down your back, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress and gripping your ass possessively, making you gasp and ruching your dress up in the process. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh, relishing in the way it fit perfectly in his large hand. He pressed you harder against him, his need for friction and you overpowering any desire to watch the movie. Surprisingly, or maybe not considering it was you, but you weren’t wearing any underwear under your dress, wanting to fully embody the statement ‘easy access’. It was like you were planning for this to happen and the thought made Yuuta’s cock throb in his pant. And you kept grinding against his bulge, enjoying the friction and delightful nudge of your clit.

Your lips danced together, your tongue plundering his mouth. When you pulled away, you opened your own mouth to extend your long tongue. Leaning forward to bring your tongues together before slipping into a sloppy kiss, your tongues exploring the other’s mouth. Then momentarily parting to repeat the cycle of licking your tongues in an erotic fashion. It was messy and heated, drool trickling down your chins. As your tongues entwined in a passionate dance within your mouths, your senses were overwhelmed with the taste of him, a heady mix of your combined saliva. The sensation of his warm, velvety appendage sliding against your own had you leaning forward to deepen the kiss more, your stomach tightened with desire.

A moan escaped your lips as your hips ground against his, muffled by the fervent connection you shared. The slick sounds of your tongues exploring each other only served to fuel the fire burning within you both, intensifying the raw and primal yearning that had taken hold. Your lips finally broke apart, leaving a trail of glistening saliva connecting you as you both gasped for breath. Yuuta's lips trailed a path down your jawline, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He found your pulse point, his teeth grazing against it as he left a mark, a reminder of this encounter. Continuing his journey, he resumed placing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving trails of saliva and suck marks in his wake.

"Mmm...you taste so goddamn good," he groaned against your skin before biting down, again, lightly on your collarbone, eliciting a soft yelp from you that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him. He moved lower, trailing kisses down your cleavage and over your exposed chest. One of his hands ventured higher from your ass, cupping your breast through the fabric of your dress, his thumb brushing against your hardened nipple. Your hands slide down from his face to grip at his shoulders, your face is red and you pant, whimpering while he kisses your neck. You tilt your head up and to the side to give him more access to your neck. “Okko…” you mumbled. “You’re so soft,” he whispered into your skin, licking from your collarbone up the base of your throat.

Yuuta looks so cute when you get a good look at him, his face flushed red and his eyes glazed over with need. You may be the needy one but he’s always sure to deliver, and you loved pushing him past his limits to drop the ‘shy boy’ act and properly handle you. "You know I can't resist you when you look like this," he growled, nipping at your earlobe teasingly. His patience has grown thin and the desire to stuff his cock inside you has grown unbearable, and he needs to have you now. Yuuta stood up swiftly, lifting you effortlessly off the couch and carrying you towards the bedroom.

“You’re so needy, baby. That desperate for my cock? You know I can never deny you…”

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yae-energy · 9 months

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the 3am chronicles

synopsis: boyfriend yuta texts

cast: boyfriend! yuta x black fem reader

cw: corny shit, part 50 million of shit that was funnier in my head (it never ends it seems), tiny atla reference

a/n: idk bruh i had yuta brain rot 😞 needed to make smth quick

food for thought

you on that stuff??

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tags: @morosis-haze @jogeto @mypimpademia @miirene @planetlunaa @chocolateochaco @milesmolasses | taglist

#saint laurent productions #jjk x poc!reader #jjk x reader #jjk x black reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #yuta x black reader #yuta x reader #jjk smau #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader

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gojosnympho · 1 year

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nct masterlist ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

for now i will only be writing for johnny, yuta, haechan, and mark but i promise i’ll add more members soon!

* members i have wips for

johnny suh*

gym bae (s)

nakamoto yuta

stripper b!@#h (s, f)

lee haechan*

nothing yet

mark lee*

nothing yet

#nct x black reader #nct smut #johnny x reader #johnny suh x reader #johnny x black reader #johnny suh x black reader #yuta x reader #yuta x black reader #haechan x reader #haechan x black reader #johnny smut #johnny suh smut #yuta smut #jeno smut #haechan smut #nct masterlist

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2cupids · 21 days

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nakamoto yuta x fem!reader

warnings — piss kink/omorashi, humiliation, piss drinking?, oral (f. receiving). mdni (17+).

you’re sitting in yuta’s lap with your back pressed against his lean chest. your head is thrown back in agony as you keep your eyes tightly shut while you focus on not pissing yourself.

your skirt is hiked up and your legs spread open, thrown over either side of your boyfriend’s. he rubs your stomach, trying to distract you from the pain but it’s not helping at all.

tears poke at the corners of your eyes and your bottom lip quivers, you’re not going to be able to hold it for much longer.

you start to sob as you feel the first squirt of piss escape from your bladder. a small, wet spot appears on the front of the frilly, pink lace panties yuta bought you.

yuta finds the whole ordeal laughable. what’s the point in trying to continue to hold it? the only thing that's causing you is more pain. why stay in pain when all you have to do is relax and let it go?

“what are you still trying to hold it for, hm? you need some help?”

it was a rhetorical question and he doesn’t expect a response, he was just giving you a heads up more or less of what’s about to happen.

“just relax for me.” his hand stops rubbing your belly and slides down to your lower stomach, pressing down on your full, aching bladder.

you squeeze your muscles tighter in hopes that it’ll stop you from peeing on yourself, but your bladder is too weak and too full to hold out any longer. it gives way and the floodgates open.

your sobbing intensifies as the stream of piss starts to leave you.

yuta notices you trying to press your legs together so he nudges them open and keeps them spread wide. you quickly come to the realization that there’s no stopping it and you finally relax as you continue to relieve yourself.

yuta brings two fingers to your urethra to feel the warm piss exiting out of your body. it wets the underside of your thighs and ass and your short pink skirt. it also wets yuta’s pants and crotch, making him incredibly hard as it makes it’s way onto the couch before seeping into the cushions.

when the flow finally stops, you’re both wet and the leather couch is soaked and there’s a puddle of piss on the hardwood floor.

dried tears stain your cute little face as you try to calm down and regulate your breathing again. yuta gives you a minute before grabbing your jaw and pressing his lips to yours for a heated kiss. he thanks you for letting him indulge in his kink as he pulls away.

he slips out from under you and you think he’s going to help you to the bathroom to clean up, but he gets on his knees instead and pulls you closer to him by your calves until your core is right in his face.

he licks and sucks at your soiled panties, flicking your clit with his tongue repeatedly in the process. once he’s satisfied, he pulls your panties to the side and goes to town; lapping at your piss covered pussy like it’s a special treat.

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #yuta smut #nakamoto yuta #kpop smut #nct x reader #kpop x black reader #kpop x poc reader #nct scenario #nct hard hours #omorashi #piss kink

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38riku · 2 years

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╭ never a bother

ft yuta okkotsu

about — yuta and popular!reader, black coded female reader (she/her) pronouns

warnings — this post contains explicit content. minors and ageless blogs do not interact. sweet sex. use of pet names.

notes — been camping on this and deciding whether it should be loser or just average and I came to the conclusion my baby too cute to be a loser !

word count — 1k

yuta is aware of the difference in social standing between you both. how could he not? wherever you went ‘hey’s’ and ‘how are you’s’ along with other forms of causal greetings were thrown your way. small talk was inevitable. the homecoming game flyers were so tacky right? that absolute idiot of a frat president is throwing a party and you’re personally invited because you guys are such good friends.

he has no idea how you tolerate it. smiling kindly and engaging in others idiocy but you don’t see it that way, of course you don’t. that must be why you climbed the social hierarchy as quickly as you did while he stayed at the bottom. a passing face in the crowd with nothing to offer but normality. not that he had any issues with it. never that. seriously, he’d rather mop the ocean than receive the attention you did.

but, he’d be lying if he didn’t see a teensy tiny upside to your popularity: bragging rights.

‘sorry, I’m studying with yuta tonight. we can catch a movie next week!’

‘that sounds fun! I can bring yuta right?’

‘oh, yuta doesn’t like crowded places. maybe next time!’

that’s when they finally turn to look at him, stood close beside you as always with a knowing smile and nothing more. the other party smiles begrudgingly in his direction, keeping face and excusing themselves moments later.

the pride, the glory, the absolute privilege of being one of the many priorities of yours grants him a satisfaction like no other.

he has no reputation to his name other than being ‘that friend’ of yours. when he’s alone, he hears them more — people questioning why you even keep him around, that he’s an eyesore, you should spend your time with people that actually matter — and on a particularly bad day, he let it get to his head.

“why do you keep me around?” a question that seemingly came out of the blue in the middle of your weekly hangout at his place. he gauged your reaction, a mixture of shock, confusion, and faint traces of hurt that made him chuckle dryly at his stupidity.

“j-just forget it.” he tried to dismiss the conversation to come but he knew you wouldn’t drop it that easily.

“to be clear I don’t keep you around like you’re some kind of pest. you’re my friend, my best friend.” you clarified, leaning over to flick his forehead. he mumbled something along the lines you causing severe skull damage, but he choked on his words when he felt the soft sensation of your lips touch his cheek.

it was sweet. it was fleeting. it set his face on fire.

“I like being around you, probably more than I should, but —”

your words were cut off by him tackling you to the other end of the couch. your head laid against the plush armrest as yuta pinned you with his body, his flushed face inches from yours. “I- I like you. I have for awhile now.”

you giggled, your hand reaching up to thread your fingers through his hair. “just had to say it first didn’t you?”

he nodded, a lopsided but charming grin on his face as he began to pepper your own with kisses of glee. when your laughter died down he delivered a kiss to your lips, filled with longing and adoration with a hint of inexperience that made your heart flutter.

“you’re a good kisser.” you teased as he pulled away, face dusted pink and midnight irises lidded with the rawest form of affection. “playing the flute all those years paid off huh?”

yuta snorted at your heat, rolling his eyes as he laid on your chest with a satisfied sigh. “yeah, I’m pretty good with my mouth.” his tone was nonchalant, looking at the movie that was long forgotten and not fully registering what he had said.

he hadn’t meant anything by it, nothing dirty, not intentionally, but you couldn’t help to become flustered by his words. it had your mind wandering, body tingling, blood hot with a lustful curiosity that had the words tumbling out without a second thought.

“show me.”

yuta like to do things in their entirety. not only that but he is somewhat of a perfectionist, checking each detail and ensuring it heads the best result. it was a trait you found helpful, with no drawback whatsoever.

unless he is stretching you out agonizingly slow with his fingers that may be — if not are — just as skilled as his mouth that drew the purely blissful sounds from your lips whilst sucking your clit, is something of a drawback.

“you like that too, hm? what feels the best, you gotta let me know.”

a drawn out whine left your lips as his pace slowed, awaiting your answer with dilated pupils and a finger massaging your puffy clit. “not fair,” you managed to say, pouting as another noise of pleasure rang throughout his bedroom.

“come on baby, work with me here. ‘m doing this for you ya know.” he reaffirmed, hovering over your body to trail kisses along the exposed skin of your neck. he reinserted a finger, adding another and curling them within your heat. “that’s it pretty baby, you gonna cum for me?”

his kisses trailed down your chest and to your stomach until he replaced his thumb with his tongue once more, flattening it and feeling your thighs clench around his head at the sensation.

your hands found his hair needing to grab onto something to keep grounded in your euphoric state. his name repeatedly left your lips in a symphony of moans. the only thing you could focus on was him and how he made you feel, everything else deemed irrelevant. the tightening in your belly was foreign but welcomed. pulling tears from your eyes as you tugged on his dark strands, ultramarine irises glaring at you with greed.

yuta watched as your legs began to twitch and the grin you at on his fingers convulsed once more until you cried out in ecstasy, your orgasm washing over you and he was in awe as you coated the surrounding area with your release. his fingers, the sheets, hell even your own thighs were coated with the sheen substance. the satisfaction he felt bubbled over in chuckles as he cleaned you up but not before kissing your tired frame with glossy lips.

“I hope that demonstration was satisfactory for you, angel.”

#*sighs dreamily*#i hope this is not the start of another yuta streak it burnt me out but anything for him 🫶🏽#black reader #x black reader #jjk x reader #jjk x black reader #jjk smut #yuta x black reader #yuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu smut #anime x black!reader #anime x reader

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aswho1estuff · 1 year

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Faster

Plot overview: Who’d think my fun night of slightly illegal activity would put me right on the track to participate and against the infamous Nakamoto Yuta himself titled king of the street’s.

Ep 2. Party Dress Overview: yuta meets Betty again but outside the track.

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Yuta pov:

“Right this way please” the owner of the shop instructs us into a room “I’ll have someone in right with you” we thank her as she leaves.

I’ve been dragged along on a dress shop mission for Denise Taeyongs girlfriend which would’ve been okay if Lilly and I weren’t partnered up.

Honestly she’s weird towards Denise, me and Taeyong have talk about it with her but she says Lilly doesn’t mean it the whole experience was very emotional I felt bad, but I still think she should drop her.

“Hello I’ll be helping you today names Bethany” …..damn, it’s the girl from yesterday Betty boop.

Bethany how fitting and always in red..don’t be jealous? cute, I’m sure jealous of that-.. “ they allow you to wear that ..shirt” Lilly exclaimed I srunch my brows laughing, she took that phrase personally “ how could anyone not be jealous when the sun gets to bask in you every day” I say leaning over the arm rest toward her I can feel taeyong and Denise laugh at me.

“Thank you” she reply’s concisely noding making her braids move with her they look adorable. “Alright let’s get started what’s the event, theme if any, and style preferences” the girls and taeyongs chatter fills the room with replies.

Bethany pov:

“What do y’all think?” Denise asks she was in the piece I’d hope she’d pick it’s dusty pink with a ballerina skirt she looked beautiful.

“Like a fairytale, so beautiful” taeyong breaks the silence making her smile “a fairy” yuta adds in i look over to her Friend scowling that’s not happening I go behind her picking up a dress.

“Well I just think it-” turning quick I make sure to accidentally hit her with it “oh my god I’m so sorry” I usher out “ I just wanted to let you see this dress” leaning over I whisper a lil loud so yuta hears “yuta said it would look pretty on you” she snatch’s it from my hands running over to yuta yanking him with her as he sends help signals, gotcha bitch.

“Idk if I’m gonna get it” Denise reply’s walking back into the dressing room i guess she knew the answer even if that girl didn’t say it, time to bring out the big guns. “Give ‘em to her” I tell taeyong giving him the shoe box “thank you” he responds I nod.

I hope she wears em I’ve been eyeing them for month but in this moment nothing felt better than possible helping her out even if it’s just shoes.

Taeyong pov:

“Can I come in?” hearing the door unlock i open it putting the box down to hug her rubbing her back. “Denise-” “I know, i do, it’s just hard we’ve been friends for so long I feel guilty” she adds “sometimes you gotta let go of people, longevity doesn’t equal connection if it’s only one person working” I finish wiping her tears.

“What’s in the box?” she’s asks smiling now I pick them up handing them to her opening the box she gasped i peer over..wow “ they’re perfect” she exclaims jumping around “she’s got a good eye, you’ll look beautiful ” I reply hugging her again.

Yuta pov:

Finally escaping Lilly I take a stroll around the store looking for Betty boop. Turning the corner there she was raising up to fix the dress pulling her shirt showing her back ….and back dimple piercings interesting.

“They’re pretty” making her turn fast with a confused face “oh hello, yeah these are some of the prettiest dresses in the store” “I have some too” I say peering over her back “oh” she laughs out looking me over “you wanna see them?” I ask lips curling and with a usher from her hand I lift my shirt above my belly button.

“They’re real pretty” hearing the amusement in her voice I look up to find her face plastered with a smile seemingly stoping herself from reaching over, that’s no good.

“You can-” I start before I’m cut off with a fake cough from taeyong “can I talk to her privately please?” Denise finishes laughing I move over waving to Betty and following taeyong out.

Bethany pov:

Thank gosh somebody stoped me cause I was close to jumping off the deep end ..real close.

“Me and taeyong thank you so much, and I was hoping you’d accept this invatation” that’s so sweet but I shouldn’t. Looking up from the piece of paper to meet her eyes “I-” “just think about it please, please” she responds pleading “alright I’ll think about it” I finish smiling she nods and thanks me leaving.

Well a lil party wouldn’t be that bad, it cant hurt anybody.

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Summary: Yuta hasn't been answering your calls. It seems like he's completely ignoring you, so you decide to pay him a little visit.

CW: 18+, MDNI, violence (a slap or 2), mentions of substances, (weed, alcohol, cocaine, etc), cussing, slight angst, illegal activity, strip club owner Yuta x black fem reader, serious conversation between parents, tension, (Yuta isn't exactly over the reader and is whipped), suggestive, smut, dom reader, switch/sub leaning Yuta, he cums quick, reader is called mistress, finger sucking, handjob, thigh riding, hair pulling, making out, slight degradation (giving), ass slapping, I think that just about covers it! enjoy! Feedback is appreciated! (apologies to any Prius drivers in the audience 💀✋🏾)

Disclaimer: I do not believe that the members of NCT would act in this way , nor is it a representation of their real life actions or personalities. This is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

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Yuta was ignoring you. You didn't think much of it at first. You knew he was busy with work most of the time, usually making a point to tell you he'd be busy or getting back to you later. But for the past few weeks, every time you would call, there was no answer. At first, you were concerned, since it wasn't like him to not answer. But it got to the point where instead of letting it ring, he'd send you straight to voicemail. That was what pissed you off. You couldn't stand not having good communication, especially since you had children together.

Your twin girls, only two years old, were always asking about their father. Constantly asking when they would talk to him, or see him again, it broke your heart when you saw their disappointment flickering across their faces when you would tell them he was busy at work.

And speaking of your children, you were also concerned for their needs. While you did work to support the three of you, your job only paid you enough to cover basic bills, clothes for the twins, and your groceries. Yuta usually covered everything else, from the rent and insurance to the twins daycare fees; he usually left a stack of bills on your bedroom dresser when he came to visit.

He insisted you didn't need to work, but you were stubborn. You felt you needed your job in case of emergencies. In case of times like these. While you hated to admit it, your babies depended on that money. Being an inconsistent parent was not going to cut it; you couldn't afford that. You didn't know what his problem was, but you were sure as hell going to find out.

You called your mother to watch the twins, leaving them in her care for the night. You waved one final goodbye to them before going back home to change. Your baby daddy had clearly forgotten who he was dealing with. If he thought for one second you were going to let him abandon his daughters, and only be a "sometimes dad," then he was sorely mistaken.

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Club Highway to Heaven was packed. It was usually brimming with customers; slow days were rare. Due to its location, it was a popular nightlife spot, with minimal competition. Spotting that the line was wrapped around the corner as usual, you immediately pulled around to the back parking lot reserved for the staff.

No one would bother you about parking in the back, and there was a parking space Yuta had reserved for you. But as you pulled forward, you saw a car in the space next to Yuta's. A gaudy pink Prius with cat ears on top sat there, in your way. In your space. "Ohhh, I see what this is about." You laughed softly, shaking your head.

You chose a random space to park in, not far from the back entrance. You got out, quickly making your way to the door, and putting in the code. You knew Yuta never changed the codes to this place, in spite of your many warnings about safety. Swinging the door open, you step carefully into the club. Immediately, you are transported to a different atmosphere.

The purple lights of the club caress your skin, enveloping you into the overall ambience. As you walk to the main floor of the club, the strong smelling mixture of alcohol, sweat, and weed make you choke out a cough.

Passing through the main floor, you see many half naked women, some walking the floor while others slide down poles. A familiar Rihanna song blares through the club speakers. Bottle girls in outfits nearly as skimpy as the dancers run around with drinks, trying to service their sections as quickly as possible. Men and women alike were cheering and throwing money like there was no tomorrow.

'Business is definitely booming.' You thought as you crossed the floor, and walked towards Yuta's office. You stopped when you reached the door, guarded by a massive, familiar bouncer. "Andre, long time no see. How's it going?" Your tone was sweet, calm. It would put anyone who didn't know you at ease. But the giant man at the door knew the look in your eye. It meant business. "Not too bad miz' Y/N. Here for the boss?”

"You know it." Andre gave you a knowing smile and stepped aside, letting you pass into the office. You walked slowly inside, not wanting your heels to give you away. Inside the office, Yuta sat behind his desk. A woman, presumably a dancer, sat in his lap. Her hand was on his chest, as she laughed at something he said before you came in.

"Well what the fuck do we have here?" Your casual words startled the pair. Yuta jumped, knocking the girl onto the floor. You'd probably laugh if you weren't pissed off. "Oh shit, Y/N! What the hell are you doing here?" Yuta asked, quickly adjusting his coat over his chest, as if he hadn't just been being felt up by one of his dancers.

"What the hell am I doing here? Oh I don't fucking know Yuta, maybe checking in on my children's dumbass father, who apparently forgot how to answer a got damn phone call! You've seriously been ghosting me to try and get your dick wet?!"

You were yelling now, and you hadn't meant to explode like that, but it was the last straw. Seeing him sit there, seemingly enjoying himself, while you had been worrying yourself at home had pushed you to the edge.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. Yuta looked at the dancer, catching her eye. "Candy, can we get some privacy please?" The woman, who'd been sitting on the floor the whole time, quickly got up, fixing her outfit before trotting out of the room. When you hear the door close, you release the breath you were holding.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. Can you please let me explain?" Sighing, you nod, earning a gentle smile from him. He grabbed your hand, guiding you to sit down in one of the mismatched chairs he liked to keep around. "Don't think you're off the hook though Nakamoto. I'm mad as fuck, and I don't want excuses, I want answers."

"Okay Y/N, calm down, you know I'll give it to you straight. I wouldn't lie to you." You raised an eyebrow. "Okay maybe not all the time but- you know what, nevermind. I apologize for not returning your calls. Work has been busy." He gave a noncommittal shrug, but he wouldn't look you in the eyes. He was hiding something.

"So busy that you can't make time for your daughters? They ask for you every day. They haven't seen or heard from you in weeks Yuta! They ask for you all the time, and I have to be the bearer of bad news and hold them when they cry because their daddy is busy with 'work.' I've been calling, and you wouldn't know if they were sick or in need of something because you haven't bothered to pick up your damn phone.”

Yuta hung his head low, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. "You're right. I'm sorry. I was wrong for going off the grid like that, and you and my babies didn't deserve it. It's just been way harder lately to manage things.”

Yuta rubbed his face, and for the first time, you took in his full appearance. His coat hung off of his arms, exposing his tense shoulders. He looked paler than usual, and there were bags under his eyes, barely concealed by make-up. He looked tired. "Talk to me. What's been going on?"

"I... had to fire my head manager. He was sneaking in coke bricks for some of the dancers. And I've been trying to find the source, since every other day, a dancer is showing up high off their ass. I've got to hire new security, since some people like to sneak in." He gave you a pointed look. "And I'm not trying to 'get my dick wet' as you so nicely put it. I was trying to investigate."

You regarded him skeptically. "Getting felt up by your employees is what you call investigating? Okay Mr. Officer." Yuta rolled his eyes at you.

"Getting that close to any of the dancers is hard enough, but you just happened to ruin my meeting with one of the biggest suspects in here. Candy is a ringleader of sorts. She was fucking that manager, and I'm pretty sure he's still got her running coke in here out of spite. But I don't have enough proof, since the other dancers are scared of her. I needed to get the information somehow, but alas, here we are."

You thought back to the woman who'd been there just a few minutes ago. She didn't seem very imposing from the floor, (and clad in a skimpy pink two piece set with cat ears), but you knew you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Your eyes widened as you realized something. "So that's the tramp who was in my parking spot! With cat ears!"

Yuta's ears turned red. "You uh, you saw that?" He stuttered, embarrassed. "Hell yeah I saw it! It would be a bitch who drives a Prius. That ugly ass car." Yuta couldn't help the snort that passed his lips at that.

"In spite of all that though, I understand why you've been busier. But you still could've sent me a text back, an email, hell, a regular letter in the mail! Anything to tell me you were alright. You made me worried, Yuta. We promised to communicate, for the sake of our girls and to maintain a good emotionally safe environment for them. They need us both, and this inconsistent parenting can't go on. I'm willing to help you with whatever it is you need for this place but don't shut me out. That only hurts us all. Okay?”

"Okay. Again, I'm sorry. I'll do better Y/N, for you and my girls. You have my word." Yuta leaned across his desk, offering you his hand. Resting your hand on his, you held back a shiver as he kissed the back of your hand. His lips were warm and soft against your skin. The tension in your shoulders slowly melted away as he kept your hand in between his, rubbing it softly. It was a habit he'd learned, back when you were together, to help calm you down.

He committed all small habits of yours to memory, easily able to perceive your mood. Now, as he sat playing with your hand, his thoughts were whirling. He still felt guilty for the way he'd left you in the dark, and he felt extra guilty that you saw him with another woman on his lap.

Even though the two of you weren't together, he couldn't help feeling like he'd betrayed you. He suppressed the feelings that the ache of not being with you brought to the surface, opting to press on for the sake of his business. But the truth was that he wasn't over you. He hadn't been on the dating scene since the end of your relationship.

His dates with Candy were never anything physical. Tonight was as far as it had gotten. Internally, he felt repulsed at her constant advances; he was only trying to get information. But you weren't anymore aware of his lingering feelings than you were of his whereabouts the past few weeks. He wanted to make it up to you, and being the man he was, Yuta had an idea.

Bringing your hand up to his lips, he pressed another kiss against your skin, and another. "Boy, what are you doing?" You pulled back, but he gripped your hand. "I'm apologizing. Won't you let me show you how sorry I am, mistress?" A sudden, strong pulse thrummed between your legs. Your eyes widened, and so did Yuta's grin. Your cheeks warmed.

"Don't- Yuta, don't play with me like that-" You are cut off when he takes one of your fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes as swirled his tongue around it. He moaned, before sucking it deeper into his mouth. Your mouth hung open at his audacity. You'd forgotten how bold he could be; but your body remembered.

Your legs shifted on impulse, muscle memory betraying you. Yuta released your finger slowly, his tongue trailing the underside of it before letting it go. "Who said I was playing?" His voice was low, dripping in lust and desire. You felt another pulse, stronger this time, and the familiar, slick feeling of your arousal gliding down your thighs.

"Yuta..." You say his name in warning, but truly as an anchor for yourself. "Please? I promise I'll be good. I'll do anything you like. Whatever you want, I'll do it." You felt the temptation of his offer course through your veins for a moment or two, before you caved. "You'll do anything, hm?”

Standing from your chair, you walked around his desk. You straddled his lap, and cupped his face in your hands. "Yes. Anything." The words are barely out before your lips are on his. His lips were fervent against yours, and his arms slid up, trapping your waist against his.

You took control, pushing his head up for a better angle. Yuta let you use his mouth, letting you do as you pleased; sucking and licking your tongue against his, biting his lips, anything you wanted. Just like he'd said.

Breaking away from his lips, you pushed his jacket down, off of his shoulders. Taking the hint, he sheds the coat completely, and you run your hands along his skin. Your nails graze his stomach, earning a low groan from the man beneath you.

Grinning, you slide off his lap, shimmying out of your underwear. Sliding carefully back into his lap, you gripped onto his shoulders. Understanding your intentions, Yuta tensed his thigh, watching as you pushed yourself back and forth. His eyes glazed over. He loved watching you use him to get off. “I see you still haven't changed; begging me to use you like a whore.”

Yuta swallowed thickly, holding back a moan. He felt himself twitch in his pants. “What's the matter baby? You like being reminded how easy you are?” You looked down at him, but his eyes were locked onto your pussy, grinding into the leather material of his pants. You move your hand from his shoulder, up to his hair. You gently pull his head up until his eyes are on yours. “Eyes up here pretty boy. I asked you a question.”

It took a minute before he remembered your question, his eyes darting in confusion. “Yes mistress, I like it.” You chuckled, tightening your hand around his hair. He moaned, leaning into your touch. “Pussy makes you go all dumb, huh?” Yuta nodded, and you released him, letting his eyes fall back to you on his thigh. Eventually, you felt that familiar heat in your clit. Your eyes roll back as your orgasm pulses through you, and Yuta holds you tighter as you rock your hips through it.

When you stop, taking a few moments to catch your breath, you find Yuta staring at you. His gaze is heavy, intense in a way that has your breath catching. It was a familiar look. Your heart squeezed in your chest, but you ignored it, opting to distract yourself. “Your turn, pretty boy. Take those pants off.”

Yuta blinked, breaking his focus on you for a second, before his features shifted into a lazy grin. He picks you up, setting you carefully on his desk, before obeying your words. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, winking at you as he does, before sliding his pants off. “Show off,” You mutter as he picks you up again, placing you over the bulge in his lap.

You scoot back, giving yourself enough room to palm him through his boxers. “Aw, what's the matter, too scared to ride me?” Yuta bats his eyelashes at you, fake concern dripping from his words. You pull his dick out, not taking the bait. “The last time I rode your dick, you got me pregnant, and we don't need anymore surprises.”

Before he can come up with some snarky comment, you start stroking him, your hand squeezing up and down his length with just enough pressure to shut him up. Yuta threw his head back, moaning loud and unashamed. “Please, fuck, just like that.” He panted, feeling himself embarrassingly close to his high. He tried to hold back, wanting to savor the feeling of your hands on him.

But between the pent up frustration of the past few weeks, and his ever present desire for you, the sight of you focusing on his pleasure is too much; before he can warn you, his orgasm slams into him, crashing like waves. Your eyes widen a bit, but your hand doesn't stop, until you see his hips twitch, legs shaking from the intensity of his release. You move your hands, rummaging through his desk drawer for a towel.

His cum covers his legs, stomach, and your hands. You're sure some got on your dress as well, but it doesn't bother you as much as it probably should. You wipe your hands off before starting to clean him. “Easy there, pretty boy. Breathe.” You coach him gently, running a hand through his hair as his heavy panting slows to quiet, even breaths. When you're sure he's calm, you kiss his forehead, then his lips.

“I mean what I said Yuta. You'd better keep your promise or else I'll burn this bitch to the ground.” You poke his chest, and lean into his face. Yuta smiles at you, and for a moment, you're distracted by his beauty. “Okay, I'll be there tomorrow. I promise. I won't let you down, not again.” He slides his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together. He brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it.

Your heart flutters at the gesture. Your moment is interrupted however, by your phone’s notifications going off. “I should get out of here, I need to go to work in the morning.” You slide off of his lap, standing to adjust your clothes. You see your underwear on the floor, and you bend to pick them up. Before you can reach them, you are startled by a stinging slap to your ass.

You jump up, turning to glare at Yuta, laughing his ass off. “Sorry, I couldn't resist; it was in my face!” Your eye twitches, and the laughter in his throat dies. You decide to let him get away with it for now, opting to walk out of his office. “Wait! Let me walk you out at least!” You raise your hand to acknowledge his request, before stepping into the hallway to let him get dressed.

You are expecting to find Andre still outside, but instead of the massive guard, you come face to face with two dancers. One of them was the girl from earlier, Candy. “So this is the bitch Candy? He threw you out for her?” The other one’s nasally voice immediately makes you annoyed. “Yeah that's her.” Candy steps forward, getting in your face. “Look here, bitch, I don't-”

She is cut off when your hand collides with her face, knocking her backwards in her heels. She falls to the floor in a pathetic heap, before gathering her bearings. Shock paints her face. “Did you just slap me?” You tilt your head, looking down at her. “Nooo, I gave you a hug. What do you think?”

The other dancer stomps over to you, but before she can swing, you land another slap, knocking her to the ground with her friend. Just then, Yuta emerged from the office. “Y/N what's- going on…” His words die as he sees two of his dancers on the floor. From the expression on your face, he already knew what happened. “Yuta! She slapped us and we weren't-” He holds up his hand, silencing the lie about to spill from his dancer's mouth.

“Candy, Cherry, this is my children's mother. You will treat her with respect, and if I catch you doing otherwise, we will have problems. Is that understood?” Both dancers looked down at the floor, mumbling a weak “Yes Mr. Nakamoto.”

Yuta jerked his head, signaling for them to get lost. When they were gone, you turned to him, one eyebrow raised. “Sorry about them, like I said, it's been getting out of hand. Here,” Yuta took your hand, placing a large stack of bills in it, “let's get you home, so I can shut this place down.” He walks you down the steps, before a few members of his security team follow you through the club to your car.

Making sure you get in your car safely, Yuta shuts your door. You roll your window down to speak. Yuta beats you to the punch though. “Do I ever tell you how hot you are when you're mad?” You roll your eyes at him, and he laughs, taking your hand. “Tomorrow Yuta, remember.” You look at him expectantly. “Tomorrow. I promise.” He squeezes your hand, and all you can do is hope that he keeps it.

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