#dilf! yuta smut

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

[7:50] Nakamoto Yuta (smut)

♡ Pairing : Dilf! Nakamoto Yuta x F! Reader

♡ Warnings : Smut Ahead!! Father'sbestfriend! Yuta, aged up! Yuta, spoiled brat! Reader, single! Yuta (if anyone's wondering), corruption kink, nicknames (little one, babygirl, etc.), lots of making out, size kink, my fav sex position written (read to find out hehe), spanking, degradation, daddy kink, dacryphilia kink.

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Warning : Smut Under Cut!!!

If you knew you were going to meet your father's best friend at this big business party, you would probably have worn a much sexier dress. But oh well you didn't. Your eyes followed Yuta as you stood next to your dad where he spoke to other high official people. You didn't give a shit about what they were talking about, and you paid zero attention to your surroundings as your mind drifted off to places looking at the older man.

He walked over to you after having caught your dirty look on him, Yuta would lie if he said he didn't want to bend you over and fuck his best friend's daughter mercilessly. Yuta would always catch you giving him those innocent looks, your eyes begging him to fuck you in front of everyone. It was safe to say that, Yuta's night always ended with a good hour in the shower jerking off at the thought of his best friend's daughter.

Your thighs rubbed together and your breath hitched when Yuta walked closer, standing just inches away from you as he spoke to your dad. Your eyes trailed down to his buff chest, and the way his black tuxedo was covering the beauty you wanted to reveal to your eyes. Your eyes travelled up to be met with his plump lips, and you gulped slowly when his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, his saliva getting chapped on his beautiful red lips.

You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts when your father turned in your direction,"Y/n I have to speak to other business officials, behave with Yuta while I'm gone." Your father walked away after receiving a firm nod from you, leaving you with Yuta and suddenly both of you were caught up in thick sexual tension.

Your eyes travelled back to his face only to find his dark eyes pinned on you. Your breath hitched when you felt his eyes scan your body or more like he was stripping you down from your clothes. Yuta had no regret while he eye-fucked you in front of everyone, he smirked when he noticed the way you sucked in a breath and clenched your thighs together.

You almost let out a scream when Yuta's hand pulls you across the room and to a dark corridor. Though you had questions about how he found the but you just brushed away your thoughts quickly. Yuta pushed you against the wall, his hand coming up to grip your chin, you shudder when you feel the way his fingertips graze over your skin.

"Now, little one, why don't we just get to the main topic." You inhaled sharply when his hands grasped your hips, pulling you against him, you could feel his bulge pressing against your abdomen making you gasp loudly. You quickly got over the shock and cupped his face with your hands, you smirked as you pulled him down for a rough kiss. Your lips pursed his, and his hands groped your ass through the velvet dress making you gasp into the kiss and giving him a chance to take the lead in the kiss.

Your lips moved in sync with each other as his tongue trapped yours, and soon his tongue explored every corner of your mouth. No one had ever kissed you so filthily making you crave for more. Your hands grasped his shoulders and your back leaned backwards, hitting the wall as he continued to devour your mouth.

You slowly broke apart after a few seconds to catch a breath, Yuta's fingers grazed over your jaw line, "We shouldn't be doing this, sweetheart." Hearing his sentence you whined loudly making his eyes narrowing at your pathetic state. "B-But you just started it. Now I'm all soaking wet for you." His eyes darken at your sentence as he smirks at you before pulling apart from your figure. "I never leave anything unfinished, princess." Saying that Yuta walked away with a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he left you there all hot and bothered.

You quickly fix your hair and dress before walking back to the room to find Yuta having his wine as he spoke to your father. You rolled your eyes as you took a seat on the nearest chair. Your eyes followed Yuta the whole time and Yuta could make out you were damn angry.

You were currently pressed against the door of your dad's home office, your hands pinned above your head, your back arching into the door as Yuta buried his head in the crook of your neck. His lips left dark trails of hickeys as his tongue licked your bruised part, his hands slowly ripped every piece of clothing on your body. Who knew Yuta's day would turn out to be like this when he was asked to get some documents from his house by your father?

You squirmed in his hold and your thighs rubbed against each other for friction as your hands gripped onto his hair. You gasped loudly when you felt him rip away your panties harshly and his fingers dove into your heat, rubbing circles over your wet pussy. You moaned when you felt one of his fingers slip past your hole, quickly penetrating into you. Yuta smirked against your neck and trailed his kisses down to your abdomen.

You gasped when you felt his plumpy lips suck on your clit, his hand gripped your hips and his tongue licked over your clit. You moaned desperately, letting out a pathetic 'm-more'. Yuta instantly threw your right leg over his shoulder and two more of his fingers slipped into your wet hole. His tongue licked on your pussy feverishly causing him to look like he was starving for days.

His fingers started to thrust at a fast pace making you close your eyes shut as you cried out in pleasure. Tears filled your eyes when you felt his fingers brush over your G-spot causing you to let out a loud phonographic moan. Your hips shudder against his hold while your pussy bursts around his fingers, coating his long slender finger with your cum.

Pulling out his finger, Yuta's lips latched on to his fingers as he licked them clean. He gave you a smirk before rising to his feet, "Told you baby girl, I don't leave things unfinished." Your hair was a complete mess and your eyes had turned hazy when you pulled him down for a rough and passionate kiss. His hands pulled up your legs as you wrapped them around his waist as he took you towards your dad's desk.

Placing you on the desk, his hands tangle themselves with your hair while you slowly unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it away. Your hands made their way to his belt, unbuckling it in a clumsy way. Helping you, Yuta quickly got out of his pants and boxers and threw them on the pile of clothes in the corner, not yet breaking the kiss. Your tongues danced with each other, devouring each other's mouths. You moaned softly when you felt his tip tease at your entrance as you pulled away.

But to your utter shock, Yuta pulled away from your lips making you whine as you pray he's not leaving. You almost shriek when Yuta pulls you onto your feet and turns you around harshly. And before you knew it, you were forced to bend over, and your face was currently pressed against the wooden table as his hand held your neck firmly.

"I'm going to fucking ruin this pussy. Just like how I wanted to." Wetness seeped out of your cunt at his words as you whimpered pushing your ass back into his hips. Yuta's hand comes down to harshly strike against your ass causing you to moan loudly. "Such a slut. You like that don't you?" Hearing just a loud moan from your side, Yuta furrowed his eyebrows as his hands came down to strike at the flesh of your ass again.

"Fucking Answer me." "Y-Yes Daddy." Yuta's hands caressed your red asscheeks before his hand strikes your ass again causing you to moan out loudly. Tears welled up in your eyes and you let out a gasp when you felt him push his length inside you, stretching you completely. You cried out from the burning sensation, "D-Daddy, Too big." Yuta smirked at your words before pulling out a slamming his whole cock back into you causing you jerk forwards.

Tears streamed down your face as your hands held on to the edges of the table, "Well you fucking fit perfectly around my cock princess. Such a tight hole for me." Your moans got louder as he soon rammed his cock into you, his hands momentarily coming down to smack your ass. "Such a fucking filthy slut. Sprawled out for me like my fucking fuck toy."

His hand gripped your left thigh harshly before pulling your leg back a little, giving himself more access to your pussy. His cock hit deep corners in you, he angled his cock to penetrate harshly at your sweet spot. Your moans turned into screams as tears soaked the hard wood of the table. And before you knew it, you were cumming undone around his thick long cock.

Yuta cursed loudly as he fastened his pace, his dick ramming into your cock at an animalistic pace. Yuta suddenly pulled out, and his hand wrapped around his twitching cock as he jerked himself. You gasped when you felt ropes of cum sputtering onto your sweaty back. Your thighs rubbed at each other as you soon came untouched due to the heat of the situation. Your juices seeped out of your used cunt and flowed down your thighs as you raised yourself.

Yuta gave your ass one last spank before pulling you outside of the room. Well now who's going to explain to your dad why it took so long for Yuta to get the documents?

This is like my personal fav now!! Damn I loved writing this man.

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[mull3ts]

[ 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 ]

⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut (18+), Dilf! Aged Up! Stepfather! Yuta, Unprotected Sex, Infidelity, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Voyerism, Public(ish) Sex

{ BACK 2 “ONE WAY TiCKET” }

Look at him. Mr. Nakamoto—your very own McDreamy—mowing the yard in impossible heat. You’re 101% sure there’s a heat warning.

He’s handsome and perfect in every way, but unfortunately, isn’t your husband. He’s your mother’s. He’s miserable being your mother’s, but she’s never around enough for him to break it to her. 

You’re stuck in his house until college begins again in August, but for now; you opt to watch him from the patio with all the shade you could possibly need. Just sitting there in nothing but one of his not sweat drenched tank tops all because he told you to, “Wait here like a good fuckin’ girl.” 

And you were—you are—his good girl. Always. 

Just like moments earlier when he very kindly asked you if he could eat you out. You said yes; obviously. 

It doesn’t take long for Mr. Nakamoto to conclude his mowing as the next thing you know—he’s looming right over you! His eyes are incredibly dark when you look up at him. You should’ve trusted him when he said he could handle heat, he’s not sweat-drenched like you thought he’d be. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” he greets, his dark eyes contrasting with the slight smile he gives you. Before you can say a word, he moves you to sit atop the patio table and spreads your legs wide open, lifting up your tank shirt above your chest in the process. You’re about to say something out of the sudden embarrassment, but he manages to stop you. “Were you a good girl?” 

You nod eagerly, “I did everything you said.” 

“You did.” he smirked, “You sat here all nice and pretty for me, honey,” his eyes darted to your tits. He pinched your nipples making you gasp, “and Daddy’s so proud of you, sitting here in all the heat.” 

But suddenly, he pointed to somewhere behind you—“Look over there.”—immediately causing you to turn your head in confusion. “I- I don’t see anything- oh!” you gasped. You felt something hot and hard begin to rub up and down your still soaked pussy. Mr. Nakamoto was dragging his cock up and down your cunt, rubbing your clit with his tip every now and then. You tried to jut your hips forward, whining “Please just fuck me, Daddy, d-don’t tease!” 

Mr. Nakamoto chuckled at you. 

His cock notched at your slit, you braced for him to push in. 

He shoved in. He plunged inside, all the way, making you scream and Mr. Nakamoto groan. 

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, “So good, always so fuckin’ good, baby.” 

His hand held you by your left thigh as he thrust up into you, watching in awe as your tits bounced up and down with every move he made. “So good, so pretty,” he grunted. 

You whined, nodding with your teeth sunken in your bottom lip, “M’good,” you blabbered “m’good…good girl.” 

He chuckled, “That’s right honey,” he landed a small slap to your face with his free hand, he likes seeing his hand print on your body “you’re a very good girl.” 

You smiled in bliss, throwing your head back, just getting lost in the feeling of him. It made Mr. Nakamoto place his hand on your throat, his grasp just tight enough to make you feel a little pressure. With a particular thrust, he hit the good spot inside you and you cried out his name, “Daddy!” 

It was always like this, you screaming and crying when he fucked you. Mr. Nakamoto only constantly let out grunts and curses, though he is just as affected as you are—it makes you burn with embarrassment the more you think about it. 

You reached down to rub your clit, but he quickly swatted your hand away. “Lemme’ do it, sweetheart.” 

You quickly nodded, your mouth agape when he reached down between the both of you to play with your clit. 

Mr. Nakamoto spread your leg to the side just a little farther and his thrusts fastened, becoming more hurried by the second. He was about to cum. You couldn’t imagine if he was hard just thinking about you the entire time he was mowing the yard. 

You whine and try to swallow the spit in your mouth as an attempt at moistening your mouth. Your hips are jutting in his direction, wanting to meet his hips. Neither of you seemed to mind the sound of skin slapping, or the fact you were both so loud with your cries and his grunts, being in your own backyard seemed like being in your own world. 

“Can you cum, baby? Can my good little slut come all over Daddy’s cock?” he asked, his voice raspy and laced with want. 

“M-Mhm,” you nodded “M-M’gonna cum all over y-your dick, Daddy~” 

You threw your head back again, focusing on his thrusts and his hands all over you until you felt a bubbling in your cunt and lower stomach. You closed your eyes and let your whines ring through the air all high-pitched and needy. You could practically see Mr. Nakamoto’s smile when you came all over him. Cries of “Daddy!” escaped from your lips over and over again.

Waves of pleasure rolled over the both of you while you came, your orgasm triggering Mr. Nakamoto’s own. He fucked you even faster than before, murmuring on and on about how much he loves his “little slut”. He groaned all loud and throated, spilling his cum inside of you, his hips twitching and everything. Mr. Nakamoto didn’t dare to pull out. 

He kissed your forehead, your nose, your cheek, your lips, and eventually made it down to your neck and chest where he basically bit you all over leaving soon-to-be hickies in his wake. 

He unfortunately pulled out, watching in amusement as his cum spilled out of you and onto the patio and table as he adjusted himself back into the shorts he wore. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck; pulling him flush to your body, you kissed him, your tongues were fighting for dominance. He’d probably punish you later for that. Not that you cared much, you’d take it.

You pulled back, grinning, “Thank you, Daddy.” 

“My pleasure, bab-”

There was a loud “ahem” that clearly came from the neighbor next door. But to be honest, “next door” was a little far away.

You both stared at each other in embarrassment. 

“Let’s ‘hope’ they don’t tell your mom.” he light-heartedly laughed. Mr. Nakamoto’s (and your) focus went back to kissing you. “Yeah.” You hummed, smiling against his lips, he mirrored your expression before his eyes shot down to your phone. 

It was ringing. It was your mom.

Suddenly, it felt way over a hundred degrees outside. 

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nnn challenge (failed!) with Yuta this time pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[5:12PM]

GENRE: fluff and smut

WARNINGS: honestly reader is a guilt tripper, dilf yuta and milf reader— parents of one, unprotected sex, kissing, riding, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, degrading, and praising.

“—her bedtime is usually at nine but when it’s halloween night or a special holiday— yuta and i extend it to ten.” you explain to martha who watches you fix your daughters cape.

kuzha, your five year old daughter was being wonder-women for halloween. she had planned it in the middle of quarantine when she couldn’t go trick or treating.

“that’s perfect. johnny and i always do that, too. great minds really do think alike.” cindy chuckles while fluffing her daughters hair.

“mommy, is it okay if i eat some of my candy before i go to bed? i promise to brush my teeth longer.” kuzha asks with her pearly brown eyes. you tsk— oh, how she looked so similar to her father.

kuzha had her dads eyes, lips, brows, and height— yuta wasn’t that much taller than you, maybe by a few inches or so.

“of course you can, baby. just don’t eat too much or else your teeth’ll rot— okay?” she nods, her headband nearly falling off. “i promise, mommy. and if i break it, you can take away all my candy.” she tilts her chin down to her chest. “oh, my sweet girl. mommy wouldn’t do that— daddy would though.” you say that last line quickly before grabbing the skirt.

“what a cutie she is.” cindy chuckles when hearing kuzha’s soft and stern tone. “isn’t she just. i swear she gets it from her dad.” you tap kuzha’s nose making her scrunch it up with a squeal.

you attach the skirt on by the velcro and sit back on your heels. “all done, baby.” she turns to the body sized mirror and grins ear to ear with an excited giggle. “i’m a superhero, mommy!” she squeals and jumps with a giggle.

“zha-zha, look at me! i’m cat women!” kuzha turns to look at carrie and gasps. “you look like a cat!” kuzha jumps towards carrie who giggles and goes a quick twirl. “it’s because i am a cat, zha-zha.”

“honey?! are they done yet? we’re excited to see what they are for halloween!” you could hear yuta shout upstairs from the living room. “yeah, just a moment!” you shout back.

“girls,” they finally calm down. “your daddies want to see you girls in your costumes— ready to go show them?” the two nod with cheers and more squeals.

you take kuzha’s hand and cindy takes carrie’s. “daddy close your eyes!” carrie yells from the top of the stairs. “yeah! close your eyes, daddy!” kuzha yells when reaching the middle of the steps.

you, cindy and the guys laugh before making it to the middle of the living room— the guys had their hands on their eyes with grins on their faces.

“open your eyes on the count of three,” you say, letting go of kuzha’s hand and standing behind her.

“one.” you say.

“two.” cindy says.

“three!” “three!”

kuzha and carrie overlap at different timings. the guys give a quick laugh before taking removing hands off their eyes.

“woaahhhhh!” johnny exclaims while yuta holds his jaw wide open. “my baby girl’s a superhero?!” yuta takes a step forward and grabs his daughter by the waist, sitting her on his lap and then sitting back on the cushion.

johnny does the same which makes carrie giggle and squirm.

“i can’t wait to go trick or treating, daddy!” kuzha kicks her feet as she fiddles with her fingers. “mmm, will you share some candy with mommy and daddy?” yuta asks and kuzha shakes her head. “no?” yuta says with a half chuckle. “just kidding! i’m gonna make sure you and mommy and me have the same candy numbers.” yuta laughs and presses a kiss on her temple.

“you girls ready to go trick or treating?” johnny asks and they cheer, hopping off the guys laps and running around. “mommy! where’s my trick or treat bag?” kuzha asks with a sudden halt. “it’s in the kitchen— i’ll go get it.”

you walk to the kitchen and return to the living room with two trick or treating bags. both orange with black pumpkin faces printed on it.

“can we go right now, uncle john-john?!” kuzha asks with pouty lips and a whine. “well, let’s ask auntie cindy.” the girls turn to cindy who has a hand on her small bump. “well, alright. i suppose we could go now— just let me use the bathroom real quick.” she crosses her legs and waddles to the bathroom.

kuzha had left with johnny and them seven hours ago. leaving you and yuta alone— passing out candy until you and him had ran out at nine.

instead of going to the store and getting more— you and him chose to watch the nightmare before christmas.

“damn,” yuta sighs, picking up his phone and checking the time. “it’s already november— you know what that means, baby.” your eyebrows pinch until realization hits you but, before you could even say it, yuta does.

“it’s no nut november. that’s means no sex for a whole month.” you whine and yuta chuckles, sitting up and straddling you.

a few lines imprinted on your stomach from yutas pant strings after yuta laid on you for hours.

“but, baby,” you whine and extend the nickname. “you know i can’t spend a month with you.” yuta sighs and the corner of his lips quirk. “of without mini you.” he laughs loudly at the nickname you gave his penis.

“don’t call my dick my mini me.” he holds his crotch and pouts.

you roll your eyes and sit up. “it wouldn’t hurt if i touched it for one minute, would it?” yuta groans at your doe-y eyes and pouty lips. “fuck, baby. don’t do this to me.”

you reach forward and rub his dick that was hardening within seconds. “please, sir?” he groans even louder at the sultry tone and nickname. “just for a minute.” you hold up your pointer finger for a quick second before sticking the tip between your teeth.

“fuck, you really know how to make me give in.” you squeal seeing the crooked grin on his lips whilst he grabs your hips and sits you on his lap. “i love you!” you say with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

you slip onto the ground and you undo the strings to his sweats. “i love you so so.. wow.” your voice trails off as his cock springs in front of your face. “much.” you finish off with a fist around his thick cock.

yuta tosses his head back with a hisses. “don’t be a tease and fucking suck my cock, baby.” he growls and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking it back which only makes you giggle.

“i love it when you’re so dominant.” you bite your lip before he lets go. “suck. my. cock.” he repeats and you waste no time.

wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and then bobbing your head down. “oh, baby.” yuta sighs and smirks afterwards.

you stick your tongue out and drag it down his shaft and then back up. you pull off with a gulp and heaving exhale. “look at my messy girl.” yuta says with his hand holding your jaw as he examines the drool dripping from the corners of your mouth. “i.. can get messier.” you say in between your breathy breaths.

you sit up on your knees and jerk him, taking him down your throat once more and pulling off with another gasp.

you lean forward and spit on his dick, maintaining eye contact with yuta as you jerked the saliva up and down his shaft. he watched you with heavy eyes that glistened with hunger.

“ah, ah.” yuta presses two fingers on your head and tilts your chin up. “don’t do that. you do that and i fail this month.” what you had done was flick your tongue under his tip.

you frown and stand up, bringing your right knee next to his thigh and your other knee to his other thigh. “can i pretty please rub my pussy on your cock? i wanna feel good, too?” yuta can’t help but give in.

he pulls off your sweats and panties, slipping them off with a short struggle. “just for a few minutes, okay? don’t go overboard or i’ll toss you off my lap.” you begin grinding your hips.

your hips continue to roll and while your hips were busy, you grabbed the end of your shirt and slowly pulled it off. “ugh, fuck.” yuta sighs and tosses his head back, his head going dizzy from seeing your tits in front of his face.

“may i, sir?” yuta lifts his head and lowers his eyes, your hand holding his cock up and your dripping pussy hovering above it.

“fuck— yes! yes, put it in.” he heaves and holds your hips firmly. you bite your lip and sink down.

a long groan is heard from you and yuta as your pussy sucks up his cock. “just like that— keep moving your hips like that, baby.” yuta helps with guiding your hips.

“am i doing good, sir?” you moan, rolling your hips wildly. “so, good— so, so good.” he cries out.

yuta was so close. his thrusts were getting sloppy and wild. the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed off the four walls surrounding the two of you.

DING DONG!

“trick or treat!” it sounded like a choir of kids.

“thank god our lights are off.” yuta meant the outside lamp.

you tilt his chin so he looks at you. “i know you’re close— please, cum in me.” yuta groans and shakes his head. “i can’t, baby. the guys will never live it down.”

you slow your hip movements. “is this month that important that you wouldn’t cum in your own wife? think about it— for 31 whole days. no cumming in me, on me, or anywhere?”

“don’t you want me to be filled with your cum— your baby?” yuta whines.

“you don’t want me to carry your baby so everyone knows how well you fucked me?” another whine is let out from yuta.

you lean forward and rest your lips near his ear. “you don’t want my breasts to be full and filled with mi—?” you purr and then gasp as yuta holds your hips in place and begins with to pound his hips up.

you let out a cry as you pull his long locks. “s—sir!” you chew down on his shoulder as he lets out a moan. “a—sir! please c—calm down!” you gasp, clenching and clenching until finally, he busts his load into you.

your sweaty body lays limp on yutas as he softly continues to thrust his hips up.

“you.. will.. be the death of me.” he pants and you giggle. “i love you.” you lift your lips to his. “oh, i love you a lot more, baby.” you kiss his chest with a sigh.

“but, you don’t listen very well. i think you deserve a punishment— don’t you think?” you whine as yuta stands up and tosses you on the cushion.

“maybe this’ll teach you.” he twists your legs to your side.

“maybe it won’t.” you say in a teasing tone while your fingers slowly slid down your ass and then slipped into your cunt.

yuta growls, “fucking tease.”

A/N: okay, this is like.. sort of a late halloween post LOL. so, forgive me. anyhow, yuta as a dad really has me wrapped around that dick. not even joking.

happy readings!

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[kpopcafeeee]

Who’s the boss?- Johnny

Pairing: dilf! Married! Johnny x model! fem! Reader

Warnings: dilf! And married Johnny and young y/n but is a legal age , cheating, smut, degration, chocking, hair pulling, messy sloppy kissing, moaning, size kink, car sex. That’s all you guys😉

Summary: your an intern that just started working at a popular modeling agency and your CEO is the hottest guy there and he knows it everyone knows it, he is the talk of the company and every woman’s after him but he only wants one person and it’s not his wife it’s you

A/N: since you guys wanted kinktober I will be doing them all week and all weekend if I can I I’m sorry if I don’t do all but at least and so-hee is Johnnys wife IM SORRY but karina is your model buddy it’s not the best BUT yeah enjoy the story

Enjoy the story ^u^

it’s you 1st day and you already made a model buddy you guys are in break room with two other models that is talking about you guys boss/CEO

“He’s so fine” your coworker said while smiling and putting lipstick on “i want to be the mother of his children” your other coworker said then Karina joined in “I would give that man eight children if I could” she said while biting her lip, then donghyuck and yuta walked “ too bad ladies he’s married to the beautifulest woman I ever seen” donghyuck said while making his coffee “ but I’m single” he winked “ugh as if Lee donghyuck” your coworker said while scoffing and walking out heels clacking on the floor “rather be with Yuta than you sorry” your other coworker said while walking out after “how about you ladies?, wanna go out to the bar with us after the photo shoots?” Yuta said while raising a eyebrow “sure you in?” Karina said looking at you smiling and winking “s-sure i guess” you said nervously “ok see you at the bar then” Yuta said while winking and walking away with jealous donghyuck.

While walking out you bow and greet everyone until your stopped by a certain person “ you must be new?” Johnny said “yes sir” you said while looking down “ I thought so because If you weren’t i think I would remember a pretty face like that” he said while winking and walking away with people following after him leaving you flustered , is he really married and if he is why is he flirting with you? You just stopped thinking about it and got bakc to your photo shoot.

You wore a black dress that showed a little bit of cleavage but it was appropriate when you arrived at the bar you looked around for them and your eyes landed on them but there was more people at the table that you couldn’t see that well so when you sat down there were people you did the a photo shoot with and some of the staff but the one you were really shocked to see was your ceo being what is a married man doing here doesn’t he has a child to look after for? You stopped thinking about when Karina handed you a beer for whole entire night Johnny was staring at you from across the table you guys were sitting at, the night ended when haechan was to drunk that he couldn’t take his self home so Karina and Yuta had to take him home and Karina was your only ride back to your house since you drove here in cab instead of your car incase you got too drunk that you couldn’t drive home she would drive you home since she didn’t drink that much, so when she left with Yuta and haechan you were surprised and betrayed

So when Johnny offered you a ride home you couldn’t say no cause you couldn’t sleep at a bar, you only live a few minutes away from his house so it wouldn’t take that long so you said yes

When you got in the car and he started driving it felt like it’s been an hour and the tension was comfortable and awkward “Pretty dress” he said while looking at the road then you for a quick second “thank you sir” you said quietly, when you arrived in your drive way you about to get out when Johnny locked the car door on you “um s-sir” you said looking at him with nervous eyes “could meet me in my office tomorrow?” He said looking at you with one eyebrow raised “sir can I ask why?” You said curious on why and kinda thought it was for something else “your gonna do a photo shoot with haechan next week, is that ok?” He said looking concerned cause he knew what haechan was like “it’s fine sir” you said with a smile to tell let him know that your fine “oh well see you tomorrow” he said with a wink “see you tomorrow sir” you said flustered

At first it was just mindless flirting until it turned into you staying late after photo shoots because Johnny wanted to let you look at the pictures to see if they were ok and Johnny sometimes watching you while you do your photo shoots til after a certain photo shoot

“Hey y/n Johnny said he needs you to stay little longer for you to pick the pictures from the photo shoot we should use” one of the staffs said to you “oh ok” you said smiling at the staff and waving goodbye, why did Johnny wanted you to stay after all the pictures were great did you have something in you teeth?, or did you pose at the wrong time, whatever it was had you worrying and sweating bullets until you calmed yourself down

so after some staffs left while some were still in the building working on other’s pictures, you went to his office to see what was wrong and when you got there you were welcomed in by his assistant “sir y/n is here” the assistant said with a smile “thank you, you can leave know” he said with a serious and not serious tone, after his assistant left you asked “if you don’t mind where’s the pictures you wanted me to see?” You said with your head leaning right a little like a confused expression “they’re are no pictures but there is something I want you to do” he said getting out of his chair and walking up to you faces only inches away “could you be a good girl and help me out” he said towering over you with a smirk on his face, you nodded “I need a answer doll” he said in a serious tone he looked like he was going to devour right then and there “y-yes sir” you said looking up at him “good girl” he said with a smirk while putting your legs around his waist and picking you up and moving papers and flies to get you sited on his desk and when you got his desk you met by a kiss he then pushed you closer to him on his desk and putting your legs back on his waist, while you let his tongue roam your mouth until he pulled away from the kiss and started to rip your clothes off one by one until you were in your underwear

He then started to devour you again but he went for neck this time, your clothed cunt was rubbing against his erection, he sucked on every weak spot on your neck until It was bruised, he then moved your panties to the side and stuck one finger into your wet cunt “s-sir” you moaned out “shh baby don’t get to loud now there’s still people here be a good girl and be quiet for me” he said with a smirk he then went back to sucking in your neck and plunging his finger in and out of you “fuck I love it when you call me sir baby” he said against your neck, he then stuck another in your sopping cunt he then picked up the pace and you were almost at your climax until he stopped and removed his finger from out of you, you whined

“sorry baby but I want you to cum on my cock” he said while unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down along with his boxers

WOW he was bigger than anyone you slept with before you wanted to taste him but he had other plans, he then slowly and cautiously out his cock in your tight cunt after he was balls deep he looked at you to see if you were ok “fuck your so tight for me” he said while groaning, you were biting back a moan from coming out he then started to go slow until he sped his pace hips hitting your thighs while he groaned he then placed his thumb on your clit and that got you going crazy he sped up his pace to a inhuman pace that you could hear skin to skin and broken moans and groans coming from his office, “s-sir I’m gonna cum” you said eyes rolling to the back of your skull he being started to rub your clit faster and rutting into you faster and that sent you over board making you cum and clenched around his cock “s-shit” he says while cumming he then pulled out of making half of his cum spill out of you and he goes to grab tissues to clean you up that was in his desk drawer he then lifts you off the desk and it takes you a few minutes to stand and walk to get your scattered clothes every

“doll I just got one more question” he said to you after you pulled up your pencil skirt “yes sir” you said “who’s the boss?”

THE END

It’s not the best IM SORRY:(

By:kpopcafeeee

#nct smut #johnny suh #johnny smut #johnny suh x reader #kinktober #nct 127 #send requests #johnny nct #nct imagines #nct hard hours #nct #nct x reader #nct x y/n #im sorry #im sobbing #johnnys #nct 127 smut

[hwangskitten]

bite me but I wrote for both nct and skz and I'm not exaggerating when I say I've read thousands of fics AND I think the nct smut content on here is another level. I'm not comparing here but have you seen how crazy the topics are with nct fics? alpha jeno, manipulative jaemin, psycho yuta, dilf johnny, etc etc

nctzen are unhinged and I mean it in the best way possible

#mel's whispers #stray kids smut #nct smut #skz smut

[kaizynofsickness]

Another poll, I like doin 'em

So, I have some other ideas that were from the last one, Toji and Choso.

PS: would you like some demon slayer or Chainsaw Man stories/smut? Lemme know

So, I really wanna do some for Megumi more, I love my emo silly, but then we have his father, the broke dilf and i just wanna write about getting railed while you're half sleep...

But Gojo and Yuta were random, plus someone in my last poll wanted Yuta.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #itadori yuji x reader #choso kamo #choso smut #choso x reader #gojo satoru #gojo smut #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #fushiguro #yuuji #megumi x reader smut #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jujutsu megumi

[momentswithyou]

! please note that all fan fic recommendations on this blog will feature afab!reader, as that is my personal preference.

-ˏˋ. 𝑩𝒀 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹  ˊˎ-

1-800-kami (JJK)  • gojonanami (JJK)  •  softcaesar (JJK)  • tonycries (JJK)

-ˏˋ. 𝑩𝒀 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬  ˊˎ-

action  •  angst  •  comfort  •  drama  •  fluff  •  humor  •  multiple x reader  •  nsfw  •  pwp  •  romance •  sfw  •  smut  •  tragedy  •  yuri

-ˏˋ. 𝑩𝒀 𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴  ˊˎ-

🎀。JUJUTSU KAISEN

♡ fushiguro megumi x reader ♡ fushiguro toji x reader ♡ gojo satoru x reader ♡ geto suguru x reader ♡ nanami kento x reader ♡ okkotsu yuta x reader ♡  satosugu x reader

🎀。LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

♡ rafayel x reader  ♡  xavier x reader ♡ zayne x reader

-ˏˋ. 𝑩𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴𝑬  ˊˎ-

arranged marriage • breeding • cheating/infidelity  •  childhood friends  •  creampied/cum play  •  cunnilingus/fellatio  •  dilf/milf  •  doctor/patient  •  dom/sub  •  dry humping  •  edging/denial  •  enemies to lovers  •  exhibitionism  •  exes to lovers  •  fake dating  •  fingering/handjob •  friends to lovers •  friends with benefits  •  first time  •  gangbang/orgy • hanahaki  •  hate/jealous sex •  hurt/comfort  •  lactation  •  lovers to exes  •  masturbation  •  mutual pinning  •  neighbor/roommates  •  overstimulation  •  phone sex  •  praising/degradation  •  slowburn •  somnophilia  •  student/teacher  •  taboo  •  threesome  •  unrequited love  •  voyeurism  •  yandere

* 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : no judgement or kink shame ; Fiction ≠ Reality — i understand they are not for everyone ; self-indulging in some of these controversial themes in literary fiction does not mean i approve or condone them in real life !

-ˏˋ. 𝑩𝒀 𝑨𝑳𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬  ˊˎ-

bodyguard  •  cafe  •  college/university  •  crime/mafia  •  curses/sorcerer  •  fated pair/soulmate  •  fraternity  •  marriage  •  mythology  •  office worker  •  parent  •  royalty •  vampire

-ˏˋ. 𝑩𝒀 𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑻𝑯  ˊˎ-

<1k words •  <5k words •  >5k words •  >10k words •  >20k words •  drabbles •  series •  visuals

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[onyourhyuck]

Baby Daddy | n.yt 18+.

synopsis; you met yuta at a party and there was an instant attraction. lately you and yuta have been sleeping together but this time, yuta invited you over for dinner with his two year old son.

warning; dilf yuta!, smut!!, age gap *only six years, yuta 26, y/n 20*, almost caught by yuta’s son when doing the dirty, breeding kink!!

꒰ welcome to Baby Daddy !¡ ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ

it has been a year since you met this older mature guy at the party, somehow ended up sleeping with him the moment you two clicked a certain attraction— after sleeping together once, it became a routine.

sleeping with him whenever you two see each other, whenever he texts you— whenever you are horny. little did you know, y/n has caught some type of feelings for the guy.

yuta caught you by surprise when he said to join him for dinner with his younger son. of course you didn’t reject, but it was out of sudden for yuta to do so.

now you’re sitting by the dinner table, yuta drinking wine from the round glass as he occasionally checks you out from afar where you were sitting. the red dress made you look both classy and revealing, enough for his eyes and enough to maintain a mature image in front of his son. he took note of your gesture.

you catch him staring time to time but said nothing to him. y/n was getting herself busy with his adorable two year old son that ate with plastic fork. he really did look like a copy paste version of yuta. “yuu is your dinner good?” y/n asks, seeing his spaghetti being slurped. he gave a small nod. “yes y/n.”

yuta smiles at the sight, taking his plates. “y/n let me take your plate.” you look up before handing him the plate, “i can- wash them. i’ll help you.” he wasn’t expecting you to help out— honestly, yuta appreciated it. he nods taking care of the dirty plates. yuu went upstairs to wash up as y/n took care of the cups.

at the kitchen, yuta and you both wore aprons. side by side washing and drying together, yuta washing the dishes, and you drying them. he sighs, “you really did not have to help me.”

y/n’s lips curve into a short smile, keeping the short hair in a ponytail. “it’s the least i can do.”

yuta reaches to give you the last wet plate. your hand in forward motion ready to grab, has then accidentally touched yuta’s. he turns to you, with observant peaceful eyes; he always had these mysterious eyes, never able to read them. y/n takes the plate looking away first, yuta clears his throat.

“your son is a copy paste of you,” y/n blurts out. he turns to y/n, “i get that a lot, do you think he does?” you nod with an affectionate smile. clearing yuta could tell you like yuu a lot. “mhm! he’ll for sure grow up handsome since he looks like you.”

y/n shyly realises that she outed herself to yuta boldly. the older grins teasingly, “oh? so i’m handsome?” he said. y/n clears her throat, “i dunno what you mean.”

he notices y/n playing dumb and innocent, something about the slight pout on your lips when you act is very cute. he approached y/n forward with one hand on the wall when y/n steps backwards, till her back hit the wall together. his face leans down, seeing the trembling eyes with the plate close to your chest covered by the apron.

he admires y/n’s beauty before capturing a look on your lips. y/n felt an invasion of butterflies erupt, yuta leans down to kiss her.

the kiss was slow and steady, yuta made sure to suck on your bottom lip, hold your face with one hand, stroke the lovely bangs you had styled. y/n starts to kiss yuta back in unison, soon causing yuta to greedily fight for dominance with you.

there is no way he is letting you dominate him in the kiss. no matter how hard you tried, yuta had you under his finger wrapped tightly, like a puppet. yuta smirks pulling away, a string of saliva connecting both of them.

“do you still not know?” yuta enquires, seeing your cheeks heat up. “yah, what if your son sees us?” she whisper yells into scolding manner as if a mother spoke to her child. yuta laughs a little, flicking your forehead. “so what if he does hm? will you feel shy?” yuta trails his hands latching onto your hips.

he pulls you away from the wall and up on the counter beside you. y/n squeaks into small quiet protests, the upstairs could be heard very well so anything louder than a quiet voice can be heard by yuu. yuta was enjoying this way too much.

he had this mischievous smile, glittering eyes that were daring you to do anything— either way he wins. y/n jaw dropped, “nakamoto yuta-” yuta leans down when saying his full name, “i want you here right now and you will take it.”

something about yuta was different now, in fact he was ready to risk it all. y/n somehow was lured into it, loving the fact that yuta felt this way. he passionately was making love with you.

your half naked bodies against the counter, thrusting deep inside you and out of you, only to go even deeper in you. y/n’s moans were trapped into her own palms, not wanting to be caught by his toddler son.

yuta murmured sweet nothings of how beautiful you looked tonight, that he missed fucking you, y/n could’ve swore his words were a love confession if only yuta could say the three words.

“i’m going to fill you up to brim tonight,” yuta announces with pants, your eyes widen at the idea of being full and stuffed with his seed. he sees your expression, rutting only faster and harder into you.

your walls were crushing him so deeply, a sign you were begging for him to release now.

“please come inside please please,” you blabbered almost drunkly on the feeling. yuta high pitch groans, thrusting one last time, “i’ll make sure to knock you up baby, god,”

the warm liquid rushing inside from the very top to the very bottom, some dripping down your thighs already. y/n pants lightly, “so full ahhh,”

he watches you sigh, kissing your lips tight. “make sure to leave it in.” he murmurs, y/n whines in process, “you must really want me knocked up with your kids.”

yuta smirks, “it’s a rare privilege, enjoy it y/n.” you couldn’t help but laugh a little. baby daddy privileges only for you it seems.

“dad! y/n, what are you doing?” yuu said knocking on the kitchen door. y/n turns red, slapping yuta’s arms again with whisper yells. “i told you not to do it here because this would happen.”

yuta smirks in the process of being scolded. y/n sighs, speaking out to yuu through the door. “nothing yuu, we are coming soon! just washing the dishes.”

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[neowinestainedress]

Come back...be here ; nakamoto yuta

title: come back...be here | part of the “loving him was red” series

pairing: nakamoto yuta x oc |

genre: smut, ceo au, fwb au, dilf!Yuta, aged up!Yuta, age gap (23 her and 37 him), angst

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), phone sex, guided masturbation, sex toys, public (office) sex, light exhibitionism, dirty talk, minor degradation, rough sex, implied oral sex (f and m receiving), praise kink, minor restrained sex (with a belt), angst, Yuta’s kind of harsh with her sometimes, power imbalance (she’s head over heels for him and would do anything just to be with him and he takes advantage of that)

summary: Falling for a man that could be your father is not a wise thing to do, and it’s even worse when he’s worlds away and the rules at the start were very clear, no feelings on the line. But she had never been good at following them, and now, she was paying the price. 

words: 12.776k

taglist: @meowniee @commentgirl @b1kon131 @blossom-rea @kyungsooislifeu @jenosbliss @multistan30​ | if you’d like to be added comment on the masterlist of the series

a/n: I’ve worked on this for ages and had so many blocks but I’m very happy with how it turned out. It may probably be one of my favourites story I’ve written so far for this series. I tried to experiment a little so the storyline is not linear but I hope everything it’s still clear. Feedback is always appreciated, it motivates and I always like to hear your thoughts! 

You said it in a simple way, 4 AM, the second day. How strange that I don’t know you at all. Stumbled through the long goodbye. One last kiss, then catch your flight. Right when I was just about to fall.

“You can’t possibly think that, right?” Mr Nakamoto asked, voice incredulous, staring at her tear-streaked face; puffy cheeks, red eyes, and lips getting tormented by her teeth. 

“I just… I thought you cared,” she replied, sniffling, and cursing herself for not being able to stop crying. She looked so pathetic right now, so vulnerable in front of his eyes, so small and weak compared to his composed state, even now. Unscratchable, as if what she had just told him meant nothing.  

“I did, I mean, I do. I care about you, but not like that,” Yuta replied. “Stop crying, it won’t change things.” 

She pursed her lips together and looked at the ground; she knew that, but she couldn’t control herself. “So, you don’t love me?” 

Yuta scoffed and ran a hand in his hair, “God, baby, no.” 

“But –” 

“No, stop,” he said, cupping his hands around her shoulder, making her lift her gaze again, “listen to me. What even made you think that?” 

“We did, we, oh come on, you know why,” she cried. Why was he humiliating her like that? 

“We fucked, and yes, it was amazing but that’s it. I thought it was clear.” 

“But you made me stay so many times and you were nice to me,” she tried to justify but he just chuckled again, and she couldn’t get if it was for the disbelief or to mock her, but either way, it hurt. 

“What was I supposed to do? Throw you outside after we were finished? Did you want to feel used like that? Was I supposed to treat you harshly?” 

She shook her head, lips sealed together, not able to say a word. It had all been in her mind, everything. 

“Why me then?” 

“What do you mean why you?” He asked, furrowing. “You’re pretty, gorgeous even, but it’s not what I’m looking for. I’ve already been tied down, baby, and it didn’t work out. I’m not getting into another marriage and with a kid like you.” 

“I’m not a kid,” she almost screamed back at him. She hated when he made her feel all the years of difference between them. She hated when he highlighted the biggest problem of their relationship. 

Yuta sighed and then pinched the bridge of his nose, “I don’t understand how you can be serious. Like, seriously, what’s making you believe I would fall for you?” 

“Why not? What do I have that’s not enough? What’s wrong with me?” She screamed, feeling tears fall fast on her cheeks. She loved him, more than she wanted to admit. She was deep down into that, and she meant absolutely nothing to him. But she didn’t want to let go, there had to be something that tied them together, there had to be… 

Yuta mumbled something and then sighed, “You’re beautiful and smart. You know I’m proud of you but that doesn’t mean I love you. I don’t, and I never will.” 

“But why?” Her voice came out strangled and weary. 

“Listen, listen,” he said, grabbing her again when her sobs got louder. “Stop crying, please. Seriously, it’s pathetic, just stop.” 

But at his words, she just felt like she wanted to cry even harder. 

“You can’t be serious. You can’t really believe that? Are you crying to manipulate me into you or are you genuinely sad?” 

She didn’t answer and instead drifted her gaze away. “God, you’re really into this, fuck,” he whispered, running a hand in his hair. “Well, I guess now it’s late but, baby, it was just sex.” 

“But –”

“No, stop it. It was amazing, fuck, you’re really fucking amazing, and I would do it all over again but that’s it.” 

“So that’s all I am to you? Sex? A hole to fill?” 

“Okay, now you’re exaggerating. I thought it was clear that I needed to get my mind off and you were always there, you would pick up all my calls, answer all my texts, you’d do anything. I thought you were into me just as much as I was into you.” 

“I was, I am, but I did it because I thought you really wanted me.” 

“I wanted you, baby. You have no idea how good you made me feel, and how much you helped get my mind off my ex-wife, but I’m not getting into something serious again. I don’t want commitment.” 

I told myself, don't get attached, but in my mind, I play it back spinning faster than the plane that took you.

“Are you sure of what you’re doing?” Sooyoung asked, staring at her with a judging expression. 

“Why? What’s wrong with that?” 

“What’s wrong with that? He’s almost forty, Alyssa, he could be your father.” 

She rolled her eyes and then skimmed through the lingerie in front of her at the store, trying to choose the perfect piece for the night. “It’s just for fun,” she replied, picking a black set and studying the details. “He’s super hot, and well, rich, might turn helpful.” 

Her friend scoffed, shaking her head, “Yeah, you’ll need the money once it’s over and he’ll send you to therapy.” 

“Oh my god, I thought you were going to support me.” 

“Yeah, me too. When you told me about this new man you were fucking, I imagined you were talking about someone around your age not a divorced man with a child, like, what? Six years younger than us?” 

“And what’s the difference? He’s not married, I’m not being a homewrecker.” 

“But he’ll break you.” 

“No, if I don’t get attached,” she replied, shrugging, deciding to go for the black set she had eyed before, waiting for her friend to follow her around. 

“We all know you will. He’s rubbing right there where your daddy issues want to, am I right?” 

“Shut up,” she half screamed, glaring at her friend. “I told you it just happened, and it’s just for fun. I need sex, he needs it too and we’re fine.” 

But now she was regretting not listening to her friend. Because Yuta was always away. He was out, flying through different cities, his job and career now being his number one priority again. And she realized how terrible the situation was when she missed him more than she missed his lips, hands, or cock. 

The phone lit up and his contact popped up on the screen making her panic. She took a quick glance at the mirror, she was in a rather terrible state, with ugly home clothes on, and third-day messed up hair, but she had to take it. Mr. Nakamoto was calling her. And she couldn’t waste this occasion. 

“Hi,” she said, voice excited and a smile curling her pink lips as soon as Yuta showed up on the camera. 

“Hi, baby,” he greeted, his voice sounded raspy, but other sounds that she couldn’t quite make out were audible, still she didn’t pay much attention, too happy he had called her.

“What are you doing?” She asked innocently, and he chuckled. 

“Thinking of you,” he replied with a smirk on his face, and she couldn’t help but smile wider. 

“Oh, and why?” 

“I couldn’t sleep,” he replied, biting his lip and rolling his head back, and just at that moment, she realized. He wasn’t masturbating…right? “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, God,” he groaned, gulping as he forced his eyes open again. “Your tits, your ass, the way you clench around me.” 

She felt sad, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but stop the excitement from gushing inside of her. He was thinking of her. Her body was keeping him up at night. That was better than nothing, right? 

“Oh, and what were you thinking about?” 

Yuta snickered and then positioned the phone in a way that showed his entire body, finally revealing his throbbing hard cock to her. “You were all dolled up in my bed when I came home after a long day at work, and I started kissing you, and you started squirming under me, opening your eyes slowly, mortified you couldn’t stay, fuck, awake for me, but then, shit, I told you it was fine.”

She gulped, pressing her legs closer together, already feeling herself get wetter, trying not to drool at the sight of his hand pumping his dick up and down slowly, making drops of pre-cum roll down the length. 

“And then I moved my hand on your body, fuck,” he muttered, “show it to me, come on,” he encouraged, and she listened immediately. Her hands moved to lift up her shirt and then pushed her pants down. 

“Like this?” 

“Everything, I want to see everything,” he moaned, forcing his head up to look at her through the screen, staring at her as she got rid of her panties too. “Spread yourself for me,” he ordered, stilling his hand around his base, “show me how wet you are already.” 

She hesitantly opened her legs, pushing them up against her chest as she tried to comfortably lay against the mass of pillows behind her, hoping the phone wasn’t going to fall from the way she positioned it in front of her in a made-up standee with some of her college books. 

“Shit,” he moaned, rolling his head back and biting his lip to muffle a groan, “perfect. You are perfect.” 

Her chest itched at his words, heart pumping louder in her chest and stupid butterflies flying in her stomach. 

“What – what were you doing to me in your dreams?” She dared to ask, nervously biting her thumb’s nail in anticipation, wanting to hear those dirty thoughts spill out of his lips. He wasn’t really vocal in bed, or with his feelings in general, always composed and put together, knowing exactly what to say, and, most of the time, it didn’t take him words but just one look or nod to get his point across. But right now, he was so open, and she liked that, seeing him vulnerable, her subconscious tricking her into thinking that maybe they were lost for each other just the same. Fooling her into thinking he liked her just as much as she liked him. Making her fall into a trap that was so big, but her lust and love hazed brain couldn’t see it and painted it rainbows. 

But Yuta didn’t get it, she simply seemed desperate in his eyes, greedy for more, ready to follow any of his commands with the snap of his fingers and he loved it because he truly couldn’t see what truly was behind her big brown eyes staring at him behind the screen. “I slipped my fingers in your panties,” he whispered, starting to pick up the movements on his boner again, “you were drenched, dreaming of me, of my cock filling you up,” he continued, getting lost in the sight of her body, it wasn’t even close to having her under him, close, panting, squirming, but it was better than nothing, better than his fist and only imagination. “Slide your fingers in, babe.” 

She nodded briefly before her right hand slid down her leg and reached her wet pussy that was already dripping on the cover of her bed. Her fingers smeared the wetness on her folds and then her body easily welcomed two fingers inside, the pleasure making her head roll back and her mouth part in a low gasp of relief. 

“Good girl,” he praised, squeezing his cock, “now move them,” he ordered, “slowly, let me see how you stretch yourself out.” 

And she obeyed, trying to don’t give in to her needs but to listen to him and pump her fingers inside at a slow pace to give him what he wanted. 

“So pretty,” he moaned, only looking at her pussy getting stretched from her digits. “Wishing it was my cock, don’t you? It would fill you so much more, right? Just how you – fuck – want to.” 

“Yes,” she breathed out, legs falling more open, shame long gone in the back of her brain as she tried to feel more and reach deeper, curling them up, feeling her sensitive spot.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned. “Can see you glisten from here, shit.” 

“It’s for you,” she moaned, “only for you.”

“I know, baby,” Mr. Nakamoto replied, starting to move faster, “you don’t want those other boys, do you?” 

She shook her head, looking at him, asking him with pleading eyes if she could move faster and when he nodded, a smirk on his face, she didn’t waste time starting to thrust harder into her. 

“Need to hear you,” she pleaded, eyes half-lidded and glossy. 

“Want me to moan louder? Want to hear how hard you got me?” 

“Yes, please.” 

“Grab your dildo, first,” he said, surprising her, “come on, I know you fuck yourself with it when I’m away. You might as well fuck yourself for me in front of me.” 

She hummed nonsense, and carefully pulled her fingers out of her before turning around to open the drawer next to her bed and grab the pink sex toy. 

“Suck it,” he ordered when she faced the phone again, bringing the toy to her lips to get it wet. It felt weird being behind a screen, doing something so dirty and intimate and yet being so far, but she couldn’t hide that it was still hot. “Good, and now fuck yourself for me.” 

Yuta’s lips parted in a moan when the tip of the toy slipped past her entrance before she pushed it down completely. 

“Fuck,” she moaned when she started moving it inside out slowly, taking time to feel it stretch her and rub against her sensitive flesh. “Feels good, but not like you.” 

“I know, baby,” he moaned, “I know. Wish that was my cock instead, don’t you?” 

She hummed, cupping her left boob with her free hand and grinding her hips against the toy to bring herself more pleasure. 

“I’d fuck you harder than that,” he breathed out through gritted teeth, groaning as he watched her hand wander on her body and wishing it was his instead, he missed her soft skin, and the way her body would squirm at his every touch, or the way her lips brushed against him, letting out whines and moans. “Fast and deep just how you like it.” 

“Yes, please,” she moaned, eyes closed, walls squeezing at the memory of them together, and hands trying to replicate his speed and his angles.  

“You want that?” He asked, pumping faster on his cock. “Should I give it to – shit – to you when I come back?” 

“Yes, yes, please,” she begged, glossy eyes staring at him through the screen. 

“Won’t even drop by my place but – fuck – come to you, yeah? Want me to run to you just to fuck you?” 

She nodded, trapping her lips in her teeth, muffling the embarrassing sounds coming out of her chest. 

“So needy,” Yuta mocked, hand moving quicker around his hard throbbing cock. “Fuck, wish it was your pussy clenching around me. I bet it is, right? Squeezing so tight around that toy, you can – fuck – barely pull out.” 

“I’m so wet,” she whispered, throwing her head back, no matter how much she wanted to see him, the pleasure was too strong, and the lewd sounds of his hand around his boner and his groans were enough, she knew exactly what he looked like right now even if she wasn’t watching. She could see him stand on top of her, hands at the side of her head, greying brown hair falling down in front of his face, lips parted, and eyes open, never parting from her face and body.

“I know, I can hear your dirty sounds. Is your pretty pussy so desperate for me?” 

“Yes. Miss you,” she breathed out, chest heaving, “miss you so much.” 

“I’ll be back soon, babe,” he reassured her. “But I need you to come now, got it? Would you do it for me?” 

She bit her lip hard but nodded, lifting her head up again, wanting to see him come, letting her brain imagine that all his cum would’ve been into her, leaving her something to hold on to, no matter how dirty, disgusting and wrong it was, it was better than nothing. 

“Yes,” her voice came out in a whisper while her hand started pumping faster inside her and her legs pressed against her chest so she could reach deeper, “I’m close.” 

“Yeah, me too, fuck,” he moaned. “You’re so, so pretty, dripping all over the sheets for me, moaning just for me. Moan my name when you come.” 

And she did, keeping her eyes on him, lips divided, letting out shaky chants of his name mixed with moans, shocks rocking her body as the orgasm hit and they came together, on different sides of the world, but together. 

“Fuck,” he moaned, shoulders dropping and head falling against the headboard of the bed in his hotel room, “that was exactly what I needed.” 

She smiled timidly, shaking herself out of the lust-haze and getting shy, pulling out the sex toy and placing it on top of the drawer before swiftly covering herself again, while a bittersweet feeling spread in her chest. 

“Glad I could help,” she replied, not looking at him, pretending to be focused on the sheets and how to avoid the wet spot on them because she wasn’t what he needed but her sex was what he needed and it would’ve been fine, it should’ve been fine, that was what they had agreed on and yet all the times she had reminded herself to don’t get caught in something bigger, apparently, had been useless because right now she was there, missing him, not only his body, and the amazing sex, or the money. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, sensing her shift.  

“Yeah, just tired, I guess,” she forced a bright smile to curl her round full lips before pressing them in a tight line to swallow the way she hated being alone so much. Yeah, maybe it was just that. She missed the company, it surely had to be that. She couldn’t be that dumb to let herself truly get under somebody like him. 

“Yeah, it’s late in New York, isn’t it?” 

She nodded, sitting again on the bed, and grabbing the phone so he could only see her face now, “It’s past midnight.” 

“I hope I didn’t wake you up,” he said, smiling, almost looking tenderly and she cursed at herself when her eyes curled up and her heart jumped in her throat at the comfort that his sweet smile and his caring words made her feel. 

“No, don’t worry. I was about to go to sleep; I had just finished something for Uni.” 

He hummed, rolling his eyes at the word ‘university’, luckily for him he had left that hell in the past. “Full due to the exams?” 

“Yeah, but I’m doing great.” 

“I know you are, you are smart, have a great road ahead.” 

“I hope so,” she simply replied, tucking a strand of her tight curls behind her ear, hoping her heart would stop beating so loud in her chest. He probably didn’t even truly think that, it was just niceties, something he had to say to don’t make it look like he didn’t even remember what she was graduating in, not that computer science ever looked interesting in many people’s eyes. 

“How was the meeting?” She changed the subject, stretching her legs, and then falling back against the mattress as she watched him clean up the mess and get back into his sweatpants – how much she would’ve loved to have him there with her, in his comfy clothes, the ones he rarely used since he was always at work and even at home it was rare to see him like this. She wondered if his ex-wife felt the same, or if with her, he showed his ‘casual-self’ more often. She couldn’t lie, she felt a little bit of jealousy of that woman, because even if now they were divorced, she had him, in a way she could only dream about – 

“You’re not listening, aren’t you?” Yuta’s chuckle brought her out of her thought, damn, got caught with her hands in the cookie jar. 

“No, sorry,” she confessed, awkward smile on her lips, and a hand running on her face, diferting the gaze from his body. 

He smiled, shaking his head. “It went well, I was saying. But maybe you need to sleep. Would never want to be the reason you collapse in class tomorrow.” 

She giggled, turning to the side, bringing the other pillow close to her, imaging it was him. “I don’t have class tomorrow, I think I’ll go to the library to study with Sooyoung, though.” 

“Good, you still need some hours of sleep if you want to put something in your little brain.” 

“Don’t say that!” She huffed. “You make me sound dumb.” 

“It was an affectionate use of little. I’d never think that of you.” 

But he was wrong. Because she was dumb, incredibly dumb for believing that this – whatever they had going on – could be something more than sex. She was dumb because being good at school is useful to nothing if you can get fooled so easily in everyday life. 

“Fine, I’ll let you go to sleep too.” 

“Yeah, need some good hours of sleep too.” 

“Goodnight,” she greeted, waving her hand in front of the screen. 

“Goodnight, babe,” he replied with a smile before hanging off the call. 

And she laid there for eternal ten minutes, staring at the ceiling, holding the pillow close to her chest, squeezing tight it would’ve exploded if it was made of other materials and then let herself go into ugly crying. 

If she could’ve gone back in time and slapped herself for letting herself get caught in this, she would’ve. But she couldn’t, and she was screwed. 

And this is when the feeling sinks in, I don’t wanna miss you like this. Come back, be here, come back, be here. I guess you’re in New York today, I don’t wanna need you this way. Come back, be here, come back, be here.

When Yuta came back from Seattle, he did as promised. Because if there was something Mr. Nakamoto knew how to do was how to keep promises. 

And under other circumstances, she would’ve loved that, but now she hated it. Because to keep his promises, to fulfill what she had begged for, she was under his hold once again. Squirming in his hands as they ran on her skin with the hunger of those who have been starved for months. 

Touching every inch, squeezing and making her shiver again, and again. 

Every move, a command she would follow with no hesitation, like a puppet on his strings. 

Down on her knees, bringing him the pleasure he had longed for. Taking him all. Wrapping her lips around him and doing exactly what he wanted. Hard, and fast, and then slow, and sloppy. And then up again, against his lips, greedy and soft at the same time, but probably that was only an illusion, a kind feeling behind those rough gestures she wanted to put on herself because she needed to believe he cherished her more, that deep down, somewhere, he wanted more.  

And that thought, that foolish thinking, was enough to let her feet drag her body into her bedroom, messy, full of pictures hanging on the wall of her best memories with her friends, with vinyl against the wall and posters of her favourite movies. A screaming reminder of how he didn’t belong there, with his suit and tie, expensive watches, shiny lacquered shoes, and pulled-back hair. 

But if he didn’t fit in her world, then why did he fit perfectly in her? 

Between her legs, in the hollow of her chest, against her parted lips, intertwined with her fingers and inside of her. 

If he wasn’t meant to be there, why he was there? 

Fucking her so perfectly in a rhythm of a symphony of their own. 

Filling her in a way no other ever did and no other ever will. 

Fitting into her, in her wet core, in her bleeding heart, and deep under her skin. 

Perfectly, like a sculptor carving in the marble a picture that existed only in his brain. 

That was why it all made sense in her pleasure-dusted brain. That was why it also always made sense after, during the afterglow, wrapped in his arms, holding her gently, caressing her back or her waist. He looked like he belonged there. It looked like he wanted to belong there. 

He liked her. 

No. 

He loved her. 

There was no way he didn’t when he was staring at her like that, caressing her cheek so tenderly, intertwining their fingers so softly, and telling her how beautiful she looked while the golden hour lightened up her skin and made her look something close to an angel. 

Making her heart swell in her chest, thump so loud it was sure he could hear it against his rib cage. 

There was no way he didn’t when he hoisted her up and walked her to the shower and helped her get cleaned up, taking time to let the soft sponge pass on her skin. And then helped her dry with the towel, before going out and cooking something with what she had in the fridge, scolding her for the way it was almost empty and how she couldn’t live like this. All for her to roll her eyes and remind him that he wasn’t her father. 

And then the reminder; he needed to go back to his son for the weekend and she couldn’t call. Yuta wanted no distraction when he was with him since he tried to make the best out of the few days he got to physically spend with his son since his ex-wife moved to England with her new family. 

And Alyssa hummed, bitterly, almost venomously, just to want to slap herself for being jealous of a seventeen-year-old kid. How stupid that was? How immature of her it was? She had to do better, it was just going to be a matter of time and then Yuta would’ve brought her with him, making them meet. They could’ve all gone out together to a fancy restaurant, or watched a movie, or done other things families did. Right? It wasn’t so absurd. Yuta was there, this already was familiar, cosy, lovely. He was cooking for her, leaving kisses on her forehead or against the palm of her hand on any occasion. They were dancing in the kitchen while he recommended her songs to play on Spotify. He was letting her in, showing her a more intimate part of him, his taste, his hobbies, his habits. 

She wasn’t crazy, or dumb. She wasn’t seeing things. 

This was real. This was good. 

And the stinging pain, the cutting reminder that they were simply two worlds apart and could never work it out, slipped her mind because in her small kitchen, in her bed, and in her heart, they were already making it work. 

The delicate beginning rush. The feeling you can know so much, without knowing anything at all. And now that I can put this down, if I had known what I know now, I never would've played so nonchalant.

When they first met, she never could’ve imagined how it was going to end. 

The blinding lights from the expensive chandeliers of the big room in that palace shined and reflected on the mirrors that decorated the walls. Music filled the ambient along with people chatting. But all of that didn’t matter when Nakamoto Yuta stood right in front of her; brown hair pulled back, black suit fitting perfectly around his body, expensive watch on his wrist. 

“Oh, sorry,” she had mumbled when she almost spilled the liquid of her glass on him. Her eyes wide open while she wanted to be absorbed by the floor when she realized who was standing in front of her, not only expecting to be yelled at but also being thrown out of that event. 

But the scold she was expecting didn’t arrive, he was looking at her with a kind smile on his face as he slowly shook his head. 

“No worries,” his voice sounded like velvet, with a hint of something spicy hidden behind. “It’s chaotic here, isn’t it?” 

Her mouth opened and closed swiftly, while she damned herself, begging herself to please let out something, anything that wouldn’t have made her look like a fool. 

“Yeah, there’s a lot of people,” she replied, fingers clenching around the neck of the flute in a way that was very much against the etiquette of the place and the event. 

“It can get overwhelming,” he added and then looked around. “Are you alone here?” 

“Y-yes,” she half-lied, she had somebody, her boyfriend, soon-to-be ex-boyfriend considering how he treated her. “I mean, not really, I, uhm, he left me alone when we arrived.” He was a businessman, ugh, just started and he already felt like the whole world revolved around him and barely spared her a glance the entire night, too busy talking with other people like him. 

The older man tilted his head, “Your boyfriend, I guess?” 

She nodded, “Ex, soon.” 

“Oh, sorry, had no idea it was that bad,” he apologized, eyes scanning her up and down, trying to make it look casual and don’t appear too caught up in the shape of her body. 

“Yeah,” she whispered, lowering her head, not able to bear the way he was looking at her. His eyes were so intense she felt she could combust. 

“But he’s not here,” he noted, eyes locking into hers when her gaze lifted up. The confidence he emitted made her knees buckle and her breath get caught in her throat for a second. 

“No, he’s not here.” 

“Maybe we could go somewhere quieter. You know, all these people are starting to get on my nerves,” he chuckled, but he was serious, he truly couldn’t stand those events after a while. All those people he couldn’t bring himself to care about, but she… she looked like somebody he could care about. The beautiful red dress wrapped around her frame gracefully, her long black hair falling straight around her neck, the light makeup adorning her beautiful face. Fuck. He definitely was interested, but maybe this wasn’t a game to play. 

She nodded and simply followed him outside of that room. 

“Really? Just a bedroom?” Mr. Nakamoto huffed when after countless doors closed, finally one opened. 

She chuckled, pushing a shorter strand of hair out of her face, and then said, “It’s fine, it’s not like we’re going to use it for… yeah, you know.” 

A smirk curled his beautiful lips as he turned around to look at her, the blush was barely visible behind the black colour of her skin, but he could bet her face was burning up, and her nails were hitting on top of each other nervously. 

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to cheat on your lovely boyfriend,” the words slipped his mouth before he could think, she thought, it was just a playful remark about how shitty the person she was dating was, right? He wasn’t hinting that if she was single he would’ve… 

“Mh, yes, not a cheater, even if he deserves it,” she spat out, trying to don’t just stay there and let her mind run a thousand miles about the grown man in front of her. God, he could’ve been her father. No, he was the father of a boy a few years younger than her, that was just… so wrong. 

“What’s running in that pretty little mind, uh?” He asked, popping the bottle of champagne he had secretly stolen before leaving the big room and pouring a glass each. It wasn’t like somebody was going to complain to him, Nakamoto Yuta, for borrowing a bottle of alcohol. 

She stilled, lips pursed together, eyes attentively looking at his every move. She couldn’t tell him she was thinking about his hands around her body instead of that bottle. She couldn’t tell him she was thinking about his lips. She couldn’t tell him she had the fattest crush on him for years and now that she was locked in a room – a bedroom – with him, her heart – and her pussy – were beating a thousand miles. 

“Just… uhm, my…” 

“Cat got your tongue?” He joked, straightening up to hand her a glass. 

“No, I’m just a little sad,” she lied. 

“Sad?” Yuta asked, cocking his head to the side and bringing the glass to his lips. 

“Yeah, for my boyfriend, was expecting a great night.” Partially it was true. She knew she should’ve stopped expecting anything from him, but she still was a dreamer, a hopeless romantic, it was pathetic even how terribly she craved love and those bullshits of fairytales. “Got all dressed up for him. Picked his favourite dress, best high heels,” a low sniffle rolled out of her mouth. She hated it so much how his only focus was work and nothing else. She was also busy with university, but she always managed to find a little time for the people she loved, but when it came to her, people never did much, always paying her dust. 

“Hey, no,” Yuta cooed, reaching her, two fingers lifting her chin up, eyes meeting her watery ones. “No men’s worth your tears,” he reminded her, gently caressing away the salty drops that stained her face. 

“Yeah, I know,” she replied, shaking her head, feeling her whole body burn at the touch. Hating herself for acting like a victim when she was right there, going crazy about a man twice her age when she had a boyfriend ten rooms before this. “This is embarrassing, sorry. I don’t cry usually,” she apologized, trying to don’t be her usual self and run an open hand on her face and then dry it on an expensive dress, trying to at least once be more like a lady. “Not in front of strangers at least.” 

Yuta smiled, offering her a napkin after understanding her struggle trying to find some place to dry her tears. “No worries,” he reassured her, lifting his hand to caress her – now dry – cheek. “It’s my fault for bringing him up. Maybe we should focus on something else, don’t you think so? Let the night slip away.” 

“Yeah, I think we should,” she replied, smiling faintly at him, holding tight in her hand the white cotton napkin, and never letting it go. 

The second meeting was the thing she expected even less. When heartbroken in the club she saw him again. And maybe his sweet words or the way he was dressed, so casual compared to his usual attire, led her to his bedroom. 

It was wrong. As much as she wanted to try to hide it, she knew it was wrong. But he made her feel alive, he made her feel wanted. Something she had never felt before, not this strong at least. 

“Are you sure about this?” Yuta asked in a low whisper while his hands roamed on her body and his lips tortured her neck. It was clear as the sky she wanted this, her body trembling under him, her chest rising fast, her lips parted and her lower body grinding against him desperately. But he wanted to hear it from her. 

“Yes, please,” she begged, voice hoarse already and hands slipping in his hair to bring him closer. 

The older man smirked against her skin and swiftly pulled her up in his arms to walk toward the bed. 

When he got up to get rid of his clothes, she stared at him in awe. Everything about him was luxurious, from the way he stood, proud and tall, to the expensive jewellery adorning his wrists, and the minimalist black and white room they were in. 

“Like what you see?” He asked, shaking his head to move a strand of hair out of the way, grinning proudly at her face. 

She nodded, biting her lip in embarrassment, and drifting the gaze from him, but it didn’t last as he kneeled next to her again, only covered with his underwear, and lifted her head up. “No, pretty, look at me.” 

“Good, and now answer, do you like what you see?” 

“Yes,” she replied, barely able to let out the sound. 

His hands swiftly undressed her completely, running on her body as if he already knew her by heart and playing with her as if he was a master at it. 

And probably that was exactly what made her fall so deeply, the way he was so good at playing her like a violin. If only she knew how addicted she would’ve gotten to his touch; his fingers caressing the skin of her thighs, between her legs, pressing against her sensitive core making her squirm, moving fast, making her drip. Or how addicted she would’ve gotten to his lips; soft and tempting, kissing her skin, trapping her nipples in his mouth, and then going down, moving smoothly against her wet pussy. Or how addictive she would’ve gotten to the way he fit effortlessly inside of her, almost as if they were made for each other, as if their bodies had been sculpted just to intertwine together. 

She never felt so right under somebody, his body pushing back against her with a rhythm that sent her to hell and heaven and back, their moans mixing in a sweet melody. 

And they were strangers. Complete strangers. An almost forty-year-old divorced father, and a twenty-three-year-old college girl. Silly girl, she would’ve called herself now if only she knew how naïve she had been to fall into his trap. 

And she knew it was wrong, she knew it from the start that it couldn’t have worked out, but Yuta was so… so nice.

Yeah, he was nice, caressing her face once they were done, and asking her if she was alright. He was kind, as he got up to grab a wet cloth and pass it over her body before inviting her to take a shower, showing her where his bathroom was. And he was so nice to gently let her stay over, and even proposed to eat some leftovers he had in the fridge – the only thing he could offer her – in case she felt hungry after the moment of passion. 

And she was dumb enough to say yes to everything, to stay there, and let him pamper her with attentions she never even received from her boyfriend. Attentions that mislead her more and more with each passing day. 

And maybe it wouldn’t have hurt that much if only it didn’t keep happening. She should’ve just said ‘no’ when he proposed to exchange numbers and she would’ve never drunk called him in the middle of the night because she felt lonely. And probably he should’ve known better than let a young dumb girl crawl in his arms to call for help, especially if that help turned into another fuck. Probably he should’ve been able to control himself and don’t give in. But none of them did what they should’ve done to save themselves from this mess. 

So she was once again in Yuta’s bed, rolling around, night after night as it soon became a habit, mistakes piling up on each other. 

But it was funny. 

Yuta was everything she could’ve ever asked for, handsome, smart, gentle, and good in bed. 

And back then she couldn’t even imagine that what started so beautifully would’ve led her like this. A crying mess, begging for him to come back, begging for him to love her. Because apparently what Yuta always showed her, wasn’t love, but he was just acting nice. 

Now that she could’ve put this down, now that she could see the clear picture with no clouds in her mind, she would’ve never started playing this game. 

As much as it hurt, as much as she couldn’t stop crying for him, she knew it was wrong. She now got how it couldn’t work. How much it would’ve hurt even more if they kept going.

She knew she was going to heal, but not yet, not now that she was once again sitting on the floor, next to the window, wearing one of his shirts he had forgotten one day and never took back, getting high in his fading scent, trying to grab on the last shadows of him. Crying loudly while she tried to imagine what he was doing. 

She wondered if Yuta was in London, or Tokyo, or Melbourne or in what far city of the world. Not that it mattered anymore, he wasn’t hers anymore anyway. Maybe he had already moved on, maybe he had already found another silly girl that easily fell in his arms, maybe right now he was fucking her just like he used to do with her, whispering sweet words he didn’t believe in, touching her like he cared. 

Not that it mattered anymore, Yuta was long gone now, even if maybe he was in New York, sitting in his minimalist living room, watching something on the television, or still answering work emails. 

Everything went wrong, and now she couldn’t change it. 

Taxi cabs and busy streets that never bring you back to me. I can't help but wish you took me with you.

Yuta was a caring father, that was for sure. Considering how early he had a son and how he always put him before anything else. She wished she had a father like him while growing up, maybe right now she wouldn’t have all these problems. Maybe right now she wouldn’t be crying over Yuta just because he was back in London with his son.

And she knew it was selfish to wish to always keep him with her, but she couldn’t help but wish Yuta would take her with him once, just once.

But it was already a miracle he had picked up the call, probably only because in London was six in the morning and he had to get ready for a work call he couldn’t postpone, and his son was sleeping. 

“You never bring me with you,” she cried over the phone, curled up against the window of her flat in New York, looking outside at the busy neighbourhood, even if it was around two am the streets were always alive, but never enough to bring her to him. 

“I can’t,” he told her for what felt like the nth time. “Are you crying?” 

“No,” she lied, sniffling, trying to move the phone from her face so he wouldn’t hear, but she could hear his faint laugh from the other side of the phone. 

“I know you are,” he said, voice soft, and she couldn’t help but wonder about what he was doing from the other side of the world, maybe he was also sitting at the window like her, maybe they were mirroring each other’s body. “Do you miss me that much? Can’t get some boy your age when I’m gone?” 

She shook her head, before remembering he couldn’t see her, “No,” she replied faintly, “I want you.” 

Yuta chuckled again, and she could see him run a hand in his greying hair as he did, “I’ll be back soon, baby,” he reassured. “Want to have fun in the meanwhile?” He proposed, considering he was alone in his room, his son’s was two rooms away, and he could spare some time before he would’ve had to get ready for the day. 

“No, can we… can we just talk?” She asked, voice shaking, and it seemed absurd she felt herself die from embarrassment to ask for something that was the most normal thing two people could do. “I miss our talks.” 

Yuta hummed, “Want to hear me rant about the last affair I nailed?” 

She chuckled, “I’m sure you did. It was the big deal with the Chinese agency, right?” 

“Yes, managed to convince them to invest, somehow. Honestly, for once, I have no idea how it happened,” he chuckled. 

She smiled, holding her knees closer to her chest, “If you hired me as your secretary, I could’ve helped you.” 

“If I hired you as my secretary, you know we won’t get one deal done,” he joked. 

“That’s because you can’t resist me,” she teased, fingers moving against the window, following the traces left by the raindrops that that afternoon storm brought. 

“Yeah, it’s quite impossible to do that,” he replied, then a moment of silence followed before he talked again, “I miss you.” And if she wasn’t sitting on the floor, she surely would’ve fallen on it, knees weak, shaking, and hands sweating.

“M-me too,” she whispered, thumb trapped between her teeth. 

“Yeah, you called me crying,” he reminded her, chuckling softly. “Don’t you have parties to go?” He asked, and she heard some movements in the background but couldn’t make them out, probably he was picking the suit for the meeting. “Seriously, you should also hang out with people your age.” 

She huffed, rolling her eyes, and leaning her head against the wall, “Don’t say it like that.” 

“But it’s true. What do you even do when you’re not with me?” 

“I have friends,” she said, “my age,” she added, huffing. 

“Then why you didn’t go out? It’s Friday, you should be at a club, right now, or well, maybe you should just be back from a club, given the hour.” 

“I didn’t want to,” she said, “felt a little sick,” yeah, sick because I’m missing you, she wanted to specify, but didn’t. 

“Oh, really?” He asked, and the worry behind his voice made her smile. 

“Yeah,” she whispered, “probably it’s just tiredness.” 

“You should go to sleep, then,” he said. “I don’t want to keep you up.” 

She hummed, but she would’ve preferred listening to his voice all night than staying up and thinking about him and how she couldn’t have him how she really wanted to. If she had him there, on the other line, it would’ve felt like there wasn’t the whole world keeping them apart. He would’ve felt a little bit closer, just enough that she would’ve stopped feeling that hole in her chest. 

“Can you stay in line until I fall asleep?” She asked, and then, when she heard silence on the other line, she added, “I’m feeling a little anxious, I don’t know why. Just for a while.” 

“Yeah, I mean, I still have to finish getting ready so you can also keep me company,” he said. “Turn on the camera so I can see when you fall asleep.” 

And with the thought of him on the other side of the world, but still so close to her, she fell asleep soon after, feeling warm. Tricking herself that everything about that was normal. Dreaming of him. Dreaming of them. Of a place where they could exist without hiding and pretending that what they had was nothing. A place where he could take her with him, where she could officially be his girlfriend and not a secret. A place where he didn’t have to travel so often and be so far away from her. 

But unfortunately, that place only existed in her dreams. 

And this is when the feeling sinks in, I don’t wanna miss you like this. Come back, be here, come back, be here. I guess you’re in London today, and I don’t wanna need you this way. Come back, be here, come back, be here.

“How many times do I have to tell you to don’t come here?” Yuta scowled, swiftly looking around the hall of the floor of his office before locking the door behind. 

He turned around and sighed loudly when he saw her leaning against the wall, teasingly smirking at him and twirling a strand of hair in her finger. 

“Mh, I don’t know?” She cooed innocently. 

“Probably not enough if you keep disobeying,” he replied, caging her with his body, and placing his right hand next to her on the wall. 

She wet her lips and rolled her eyes. 

“Maybe I need to teach you the lesson again.” 

She huffed and pushed him away, walking toward the desk. “Just because I missed you.” 

Yuta raised a brow and followed her. “You don’t have to come here, you know it.” 

“Why? You don’t want people to know you fuck girls that are your son’s age?” 

“Alyssa,” he warned, staring at her sternly. 

“Fine, I’m sorry,” she replied, sitting on the chair in front of his behind the desk. 

“What are you doing here? I won’t ask twice.” 

She shrugged, before opening her small bag and pulling out the red lipstick, “Wanted to see you. I told you,” she answered before running the lipstick on her lips and sending him a flying kiss. 

“I can’t pay attention to you, right now.” 

“Oh, c’mon, you can always pay attention to me,” she purred against his ear, tracing a finger down his chest. 

Yuta rolled his eyes and then squeezed them shut. It was hard to resist her, especially now that she was wearing a pencil skirt that hugged her ass perfectly and a top that showed too much of her skin. 

“We can be quick,” she pouted, suddenly dropping the confident attitude she tried to put on. “You know I make you feel good.” 

“Why don’t you go to one of the boys in college? Are they all busy?” 

She whined, crossing her arms on her chest, “They are not like you. I don’t want them.” 

Yuta scoffed and then unexpectedly grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him and making her gasp. “Of course, they aren’t. You need a man; you need a man that knows how to fuck you right.” 

Her heart skipped a beat, knowing that he was down to finally do something. 

“Answer me. Are the little boys at school not enough?” 

She hummed, “No, they’re not.” 

A satisfied smirk curled his lips before he leaned down to finally kiss her. She moaned at the contact and tried to run her hand in his hair but he immediately pulled away. 

“No, no, baby,” he cooed, swiftly grabbing her wrist and turning her around. “I need to work, you won’t mess up my look.” 

“But, please -”

“No complains or I’m not letting you come, got it?” 

She nodded and let him bend her over the desk. 

“And now let’s see what you’ve prepared for me,” he hummed, running a hand on her thigh up to her ass and spanking her before slowly moving the skirt all the way up. 

“It’s the set you gifted me.” 

“I see. You like it when I dress you up, don’t you? Love it when I take care of you in everything.” 

She nodded frenetically, enjoying the way his hands moved on her skin, gently, and slowly. 

“The little boys can’t do it, right? They can’t spoil you like I do.” 

She shook her head, mouth hanging open when his fingers started moving over her – already wet – panties. 

“You soaked them, already,” he grinned, feeling the wet patch of the lace. “Thinking of me, baby?” 

She hummed, turning around to look at him, but Yuta pressed a hand on her back and pushed her down against the desk again. 

“Woke up thinking of you,” she confessed, voice shaky as his digits started moving faster on her. “But you weren’t there.” 

“And you thought that disobeying me for a dick was a good idea?” 

A smirk formed on her lips but no answer came out of her mouth. 

“I definitely need to teach you a lesson,” he said, fingers hooking in the crotch of the panties, pulling them away from her body before letting it go again. 

She moaned and he grinned. “Like that? Want me to do that again?” 

She nodded, but Yuta didn’t listen. “How unfortunate, if you listen maybe you’ll get what you want.” 

He fumbled with his belt and unzipped his pants. “Come here,” he said, grabbing her wrists and pushing them against her back, he swiftly tied them together and tugged enough for her to be completely still. “That’s better.” 

“I can’t move,” she complained, squirming, ass wiggling from side to side. 

“That’s the point,” he whispered, leaning close to her ear, before slipping her wet panties down her legs. “Spread your legs for me,” he ordered, and she hardly followed, unsteady heeled feet moving to part herself. 

“See, you can follow orders when you want to.” His hand landed on her ass, caressing her soft skin and then parting her cheeks apart. 

“Please,” she begged, pushing her ass back at him, desperately needing him to fill her. 

He didn’t answer, instead, he simply started rubbing the tip against her. “Come on, beg for it if you really want to.” 

She wanted to curse at him but simply started pleading for more. 

“Sound so pretty,” he moaned lowly, knitted eyebrow as he stared at her wet core trying to take him in, pussy leaking more as his girth started to teasingly stretch her. “Are you that desperate for me?” 

“Ye-yes, please, need you,” her eyes squeezeòld shut as her head fell forward, flat against the cold metal of the expensive desk. 

Yuta bottomed out, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her walls welcoming in and then clenching around his size before they opened again to see her mouth parted and her manicured hand scrape against the desk. 

“Mo-move, please?” She asked, turning around for what she could and staring at him with a confused expression. Heartbeat skipping in her chest and shame filling her up as she realized how much control he had over her. 

“Do you think you deserve it? What about the lesson I have to teach you?” 

“No, please, please, you can do whatever you want with me,” she breathed out with a shaky voice as he dragged out of her, only the tip filling her up. 

Mr. Nakamoto quirked a brow, “Anything?” 

“Yes, I’d do anything for you,” she replied. “Fuck,” a moan ripped past her throat when he slammed into her again, harder than the first time, and his fingers dipped in the soft flesh of her waist. 

“I think you’d do anything for you,” he teased, leaning against her back, lips brushing against her ear as he moved her hair to the side to fully see her. “Come here, fuck, beg for me to fuck you hard on my desk when the whole company can hear.” 

She mumbled high-pitched moans, moving her trapped hands, trying to touch him. 

“Shut up,” he warned, “you don’t want me to stuff your mouth, do you? Or maybe you do want them to hear you, you want them to know you’re mine.” 

“I – I,” she whimpered, not knowing what to say. She did want this. She wanted the whole world to know she belonged to him and him only, but he didn’t want the world to know. “I’m yours.” So she replied with the only thing that was sure about.

“I know,” he replied with a smirk, straightening his back again. “My favourite little girl.” 

She mewled at his words, eyes closing again, as the dirty sounds of their wetness squelching and their skin slapping hard against each other filled the office. And it was good it was soundproof, but honestly, even if it wasn’t, she couldn’t care. Maybe a part of her wanted them to be found, to have an excuse to brag about being his, and his only. 

“C’mere,” he ordered, yanking her up by the belt around her hands, “Don’t trip,” he said as he started to walk away from the desk. 

She gulped, shaking her head to brush off the dizziness, “Wha-what are you doing?” 

“You said you were going to do anything for me, didn’t you? Said you want everybody to know you’re mine. It’s time to prove it,” he whispered against her, pushing her body close to the big window that faced the city underneath them. 

“The other – the other building, they can,” she stammered, “they can see us.” 

“Isn’t this what you want?” 

“Yeah,” she mewled, giving up trying to hide that, no matter how humiliating that should’ve been, she found that hot and her pussy was getting wetter at the thought of getting fucked against there. 

“Good girl, and now take all that I give to you,” he groaned, picking up a fast pace again, thrusts so hard that her eyes rolled in the back of her head and louder moans started to roll out her lips, not caring about anything anymore. 

“See, you love this,” he teased, moving his hand in front of her to push down the top, boobs springing up against the glass, nipples hardening even more at the contact with the cold surface. “Love taking my cock, mh?” 

“Yes, yes,” she whimpered, bucking back at him, ass bouncing against him, making him groan at the sight of the giggling flesh. 

“You’re so hot, baby girl,” he praised, “taking me so well. You’re – fuck – leaking down on the floor. Are you so wet for me? Or is it,” he stopped, groaning when she clenched harder around him, “is it for the people watching you? Hearing you? Knowing how worthlessly you let me treat you.”  

She hummed something under her breath, feeling her body burn up in shame for his words, but even more because that was turning her on so badly, and for the pleasure that was getting to her head, bringing her so close to the edge.

“I’m close,” she slurred out, not capable to answer him but only focused on herself and her needs and the way her body was trembling in anticipation.  

“Gonna come around my cock, princess?” He asked, and the unusual pet name took her breath away even more, making her nod swiftly. 

“Yes, gonna come for you, only for you.” 

An – almost – tender smile curled his lips, “Good girl, no silly little boy can come close to you. You’re mine,” he groaned close to her, wrapping one arm around her stomach, pushing her closer to him while the other hand was still on her hips, slamming her hard back on his cock.  

“Yes, yours. I’m yours. Please, please,” she wailed, voice shaking and legs about to give in as the knot in her stomach tightened.

“Come for me, come all over me.” 

And she did, coming all over his cock, more cum dripping out, mixing with his, making even more of a mess inside of her and down between her thighs, while he came hard, hips slamming messily against her to ride their high as deep groans rippled out of his lips, until he came to a stop, holding her in place to don’t make her fall. 

“Good girl,” he whispered, leaving a peck against her cheek while he untied the belt on her wrist and then slowly pulled out of her. “Are you okay?” He asked as she turned around, resting tired against the glass, and he adjust the top back in place before handing her a napkin to clean up. 

“I’m good,” she replied, fucked-out smile on her face, as she tried to fix the mess and watched as he put on his boxer and pants and once again got back looking like nothing had happened. And she couldn’t get how he could always seem so immune to anything. 

Getting that it was time for her to leave, she said, “I’ll call you Saturday,” after fixing her skirt, putting her panties back on, and trying to recompose herself so she wouldn’t look too fucked out. 

“No,” he replied immediately. “I’ll be with my son, you know we can’t talk when I’m with him.” 

She huffed, and almost rolled her eyes at him. “But why?” 

“You know why,” he replied, fixing his tie and then the watch on his wrist. “No calls, no texts, nothing. I’m with my family and you can’t come in between.” 

“Fine,” she muttered, trying to hide the bitterness in her voice. She hated when this happened. And she wondered how long it was going to take before he was going to make them official. But the more time passed, the more the feeling sank in, he was never going to make them official. 

“Hey,” he called, pulling her back against him. “Don’t sulk. You know I’ll miss you, but he still doesn’t know,” he kissed her lips gently and all her anger almost slipped away. “Also, you know the effect you have on me. Don’t be selfish and leave a little bit of me to my child.” 

Another hum rolled out of her lips, “’kay,” she replied, smiling faintly at him and then grabbing her bag, “I’ll leave you to your job, then.” 

“Yeah,” he replied, walking her to the door, “are you going to study?” 

“I guess, it’s not like I have many choices.” 

Yuta laughed lowly, and then said, “I’ll call you when I come back, okay? Study this weekend so we can have all the fun you want.” 

She wanted to propose a date, but then simply nodded, closing her mouth before those words could pass through, and then waved at him, walking out of his office. 

She just needed to be patient. 

Everything was going to be fine. 

This is falling in love in the cruelest way. This is falling for you when you are worlds away. In New York, be here… But you’re in London, and I break down ‘Cause it’s not fair that you’re not around.

“I wanted you, baby. You have no idea how good you made me feel, and how much you helped get my mind off my ex-wife, but I’m not getting into something serious again. I don’t want commitment.” 

When reality hit her, she felt trapped in that house that never felt so cold. And crying in front of him, while he was rejecting her, treating her so coldly, and pushing her away, was humiliating. Yet, she couldn’t seem to care. She couldn’t stop the tears from falling and her body from shaking when it hurt so bad. When she passed by his house to confess this wasn’t what she had imagined, she never thought it could end this badly. She imagined him smiling at her, taking her in his arms, and kiss her, and telling her he felt the same, telling her he wanted to try for real. 

“I’m not like your wife,” she replied, daring to look at him, seeing him huff. 

“I know you’re not like her, you’re nothing like her, babe,” he replied. “But I’m not made for this, not anymore.” 

“Am I so bad? How can I… you said I was attractive, you said I was smart, and I had a bright future headed and now? Was it all fake?” 

“It wasn’t fake, but you need to understand I’m not the man of your life. What did you think about us? I truly don’t get it how you could seriously think this would work.” 

“I could make you happy.” 

Yuta sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose and turning around, walking around the living room, trying to calm down and not finding the courage to look at her in that condition. “I don’t need you like that to be happy. Have you ever thought about why you are so attracted to me? Why you crave me so bad?” 

She sniffled, looking up at him, trying to stop her lips from quivering, “What – what do you mean with that?” 

“I am fucked up, I won’t lie to you and say that fucking a girl half my age is the most ethical thing that I’ve done in my life, but you, you’re not okay either for craving a man my age.” 

“Are you blaming me now?” She asked in disbelief. 

“I’m not blaming you for feeling things,” he said, reaching her again, placing his hands on her shoulders, trying to make her calm down, “I’m telling you to focus on why you feel those things.” 

“You can’t analyze who you love, or… or why you do.” 

“Don’t say that,” he warned her, raising a brow.  

“But I do. I love you. I love you so much and you hurt me so bad. Do you know what it feels like to don’t be loved back? To be used? To be just… just some fun?” She broke down crying again, gaze meeting the floor because the way no emotion – but pity, and maybe disgust – was written on his face, hurt her even more. 

“We sorted this out when we started. You knew it was just sex,” he retorted, quirking a brow. “And you don’t love me, you love the hole that you think I’m filling in you. I cannot be your father, Alyssa.” 

“Shut up,” she replied almost screaming, standing up and walking away from him, feeling her head explode. 

“See, I’m right. He is the missing thing in your life but men twice your age won’t fix the problem. I cannot fix your broken heart, I just broke it more, and I’ll keep doing it because I’m not cut out for commitment anymore.” 

“You’re not made for commitment because you think that every woman is like your ex-wife,” she screamed, “You think that all of us are going to cheat on you behind your back and get pregnant with another man before a divorce. You could have so much more than an empty house to come home to after work. Love, affection, somebody that asks you how – how your day went,” she sniffled, shaking her head, “You could have a loyal person by your side.” 

He sighed, “I know, I saw how loyal you are. How dedicated you are. But are you sure what you do is loyalty and not pure submission to try to keep people in your life? Are you sure you don’t get on your knees to worship the ground of the people you love because you are terrified the moment you’ll stop, they will leave? That is love for you, isn’t it? Servitude it’s not loyalty, babe. And it isn’t even love.” 

She pressed her lips in a thin line to suppress the embarrassing loud sob that menaced to slip out. Because as much as she hated what he was saying, she knew he was right. She had spent her entire life crawling when it came to love, and now it wasn’t any different. 

“Do you really want to crawl by my side your entire life when you could have someone that truly loves you? You are amazing, I do believe that. I would have no reason to lie to you about the person that you are. But I’m not a good lover, not the good lover you deserve to have by your side.”

“I’d crawl,” she sobbed, “by your side be-because you’d make me do that. It’s all up to you, why can’t you just… just… try?” 

“Do you wish to get married? Have kids? Build a family? Is this what you see in your future?” He asked, grabbing her hands in his, and when she tried to read him, he warned her, “And don’t give me the answer you think I want to hear.” 

“I don’t know what I want, I don’t know… I just… I want you.” 

Yuta sighed, letting go of her hands, “You can have me as a friend, as a fuck buddy but nothing more,” he replied. “And seeing how deep you are into me… probably it’s better if we stop seeing each other completely.” 

“No,” she replied, almost falling on her knees, feeling the ground shake underneath her. “Please, no. Am I even bad at sex now?” 

“You see how much you’re tearing yourself down for me? It’s not what you deserve.” 

“You didn’t care much these past months,” she spat out, now feeling anger take over sadness.  

“I thought you were having fun, I never imagined you were being miserable for me. We were both having fun. We had agreed on something with no strings attached, Lyssa,” he explained. “But now, after what you told me, I cannot pretend that nothing happened. I can’t keep hurting you.”  

“We can have it. I don’t – I don’t mind as long as I can have you. As long as I feel good, nobody ever made me feel what you did.” 

“You can find sex in every corner of this world. You are hot, there’s no way you cannot find a boy your age that wants and will be able to treat you right without all these,” he gesticulated, trying to find the right words, “these imbalances and pain and distance.” 

She lowered her heart, feeling her heart clench in her chest even more. “You didn’t play me, I was okay with that.” 

“I probably did, my experience should’ve made me see some signs before it would’ve led us here, before I could let you get too deep into me.” 

“What if I won’t find anybody? What if nobody will make me feel what you made me feel?” 

“You will,” he reassured her, tone not so stern like before but caring, and worried. “Listen, I hate my ex-wife now with every inch of my body, but the intimacy you feel when there’s love, it’s nothing compared to some dirty, random fucks around, okay? The person of your life will know you deeply, in ways nobody ever could, in ways I never could. You will feel so much joy and happiness and…” 

“But I love you. I feel like this when I’m with you. I didn’t feel like I feel with you when I was with my ex, and we were dating.” 

“It will pass.” 

She stared at him in shock, voice shaking, “It will pass? That’s all?” 

Yuta didn’t know what to say. He was trying to explain his point of view, trying to make her see why it was better for this to come to an end but she didn’t want to listen to reason. “What do you want me to tell you? You cannot love me so deeply, you barely know me. You love an idea of me, something that doesn’t exist, something that you made up to fill –”

“Some holes my father left, yeah, you told me already,” she finished, rolling her eyes and shutting him off with a wave of the hand.  

“Are you mad at me?” He asked, tilting his head to look at her, heart hurting after seeing how much she had cried and how much she was shaking, trying to hide it uselessly. 

“Yes,” she replied, throat burning, “I hate you. So fucking much. You know what,” she stopped, sobbing, “your wife was right,” she said, feeling her lungs close and the air thin in her throat, “you deserved it. All the pain… the way, the way she, fuck, hurt you. I hate you so much, I – I,” she stammered falling on the floor, tears falling freely, violently, sobs coming out loudly, a cry so desperate she almost screamed, balling herself up to hide the pathetic scene from his eyes, feeling like she was about to pass out. And if he didn’t scream at her the first time they met, he was surely going to do it now after the harsh words – she didn’t even mean – thrown at him and the act she was putting on. 

But he surprised her once again, just like the first time. Yuta kneeled to her side anyway, placing a hand on her back, caressing it slowly, and she wanted to fight back, push him off of her, even slap him and leave, but she had no strength at all. And when he opened his arms to let her fall apart in them, she gave in, head resting against his chest, wet cheeks staining his blouse, and hands clasping hard around him. Inhaling his musky perfume and letting it get in her head for the last time. 

“I hate you,” she kept mumbling, holding tighter around him, wanting to curse him even more for being so much, for being something she simply couldn’t have. And it made perfectly sense why this was wrong, why this was fucked up to be more honest, why he was right about everything and probably they shouldn’t have even started in the first place. She would’ve thanked him, one day, maybe, with a sober mind and a mature heart. But now she was still the naïve dumb girl that craved love and attention no matter how wrong they were, and that Alyssa couldn’t care about what was morally right or rational. That Alyssa hated him and loved him at the same time, and hated herself even more for not listening to her friend’s warnings, to her mother’s words, and even to her brain the few times it had turned on and reminded her that she needed to run away from there. 

And Yuta knew what she felt, what was going on in her brain right now that he was lulling her in his arms. He had made the same mistake eighteen years before when he fell and married and had kids with a woman ten years older than him. And even if it was late, he was trying to save her, at least from the big staining wound of a life together. He had made a mistake giving into the pleasure the first time, but he hoped she could understand, forgive him, forgive herself, and don’t let it drag her down.  

“Let me make dinner, and then drop you home. I’m not letting you walk back alone,” he said when, after two hours on the floor, they got up and she was about to make her way to her things to walk out on wobbly legs. 

She wanted to retort, go home and cry all night until the sun lit up the sky again just to carry herself out of her bed and break down on her couch, but decided to stay. Silent, torturing her fingernails to don’t watch him cook dinner, to don’t let her brain get fooled again into an idea of familiarity that had never been there. Eating dinner in silence without lifting her gaze from the plate. And driving back home in the passenger seat with her gaze locked outside at the city, escaping that cage at least with her eyes and mind.

This is when the feeling sinks in, I don’t wanna miss you like this. Come back, be here. Come back, be here. I guess you’re in New York today,  and I don’t wanna need you this way. Come back, be here. Come back, be here.

I don’t wanna miss you like this. Come back, be here. Come back, be here.

“You will find someone someday that will give you what you truly need,” Yuta told her before she could step out of the car once they arrived in front of her complex, lamppost streets barely lighting up the pathway and cars driving past beside them. “And I’m sorry. I should’ve been the bigger person and don’t give in to you in the first place but I…” he sighed, running a hand in his hair. “I didn’t think you cared so much. Hurting you this bad wasn’t my intention and if I’m doing this,” he looked at her, “if I’m putting an end to us, it’s to protect you. I know it’s late and I know you hate me now, but I hope you will understand one day.” 

One day. One day she would’ve understood. And thanked him. And looked back at this crush as the dumbest thing of her life. 

But for now, she could only hum and nod, trying to don’t break into million pieces again. 

“Yeah, I know it wasn’t your intention,” she forced a smile on her face before gripping the handle and opening the door. “So, it’s over, over?” 

Yuta nodded, “I’m doing this for you.” 

“Fine,” she replied, stepping out of the door. “If we see each other around, somewhere, can I… can I greet you?” 

“Yeah, that’s fine.” 

“Good,” she mumbled, “Thank you for dropping me by.” 

“Nothing. Don’t cry over me, I’m not worth it.” 

She hummed, crossing her arms on her chest to warm herself from the cold, and then met his eyes one last time, “Good night… and good life,” she whispered the last words, but he heard them anyway. 

“You too,” he replied, and then she closed the door, taking a step back, and waiting for his car to drive away, getting lost between the thousands of other souls that walked in New York, with the certainty she was never going to see him around again, watching him disappear from her life forever. Knowing that his lips were never going to graze her skin again and his hands were never going to intertwine with hers. 

And she stayed there, still on the crosswalk, wind blowing on her face and tears streaking her cheeks. Feeling her heart crumble because she missed him already, and the idea of not being able to see him again, hearing his laugh take over his serious face, and listening to him talk for hours, killed her. 

She was going to get over it, one day, she truly was. 

But now, all she could do was stare at the empty spot in front of her while tears flowed freely and sobs rolled out of her mouth loudly, not caring about the few people that walked around her just like they didn’t care about her and her broken heart, feeling the same emptiness his ghost left in her chest. Yuta had been gone for only ten minutes and the only thing she wanted him to do was to come back… be here. 

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ABOUT ME

hi im jaz, 18 year old writer

interest : music ( sza, kali uchis, kali, coi leray, kendrick lamar, steve lacy, montell fish, central cee, lana del rey, pinkpantheress,tyler the creator, frank ocean, daniel ceasar, ice spice etc..) art, writing, sewing and knitting, shopping, sanrio ( balletusa and buchiusa , cinnamon roll, my sweet piano, chococat, purin, charmmy kitty ) modeling, sleeping, horror movie, teddy bears, strawberry shortcake

❌ : judgmental people, racist, fat-phobic, homophobic, writers block, demanding people, people who will literally bully you and say the most awful things because they are insecure, two faced cunts, pick me’s ( ex : they try to embarrass you to make themselves look good ) people who romanticize : abusive relationship, r*pe, illegal relationship, cheating etc, ppl who bring up trauma to make fun of you and etc

🎀i am very feminine and girl so reader while always be hyper feminine and/or described to be girly. therefore please do not request masc reader or a request with non black reader. i am a black girl mean reader will be black at all times. minors do not interact. if i see ageless blogs or you don’t have anything nsfw reposted or at least nothing in your blog im going to go crazy. i dot. feel comfortable with that. i would rather i write for people in my age 18 and up.

🎀i type in low case letters bc i hate upcase, i take very long to write due to not knowing what to right or lack of time. please be patient. do not come on my blog and demand me to write something bc we all know you can write it yourself you just want people to do it. reblogs and comments are always accepted. don’t steal my work i will literally cry and please be nice in the comments. no trauma dumping please and don’t leash out on people

what i write for : anime ( aot { eren, connie, armin, jean, reiner, zeke, mikasa, anne } tokyo rev, { baji, draken, kawata brothers, more to come } tlou { ellie, joel, abby } jjk { gojo, toji, geto, nanami, sukuna, yuta } cod { simon riley, könig, price }more to come

kinks / thing i write for : older boyfriend, dilfs, corruption kink, age gap ( legal ), praise and degrading, dacryphilia, daddy kink, somnophilia, dumbification, breeding, praise, breath play / choking, anal play, rimming ( r. receiving ), brat taming, tummy bulging, cervix kissing, spit play, impact play, fem girly reader, chubby n thick reader, angst with happy ending, fluff, smut, more to come

kinks / things i don’t write for : rape, pegging, scat, abuse, cutting while having sex, kidnapping, male reader , masc / non hyperfem reader , dom reader , cheating , teacher and student trope , yandere, non black reader, furries, food play, master / slave trope, more to come

M A S T E R L I S T

[kyojurismo]

★﹒RULES TO INTERACT W MY BLOG

→ you must be 17+ to follow me as i produce and interact with nsfw content.

→ i keep my inbox always open, but if you want to send a request check if i’m accepting them first or else i will delete them ( nothing personal guys ).

→ don’t follow me if you’re lgbtphobic, racist, ableist, terf or invalidate non-binary ppl and misgender others for fun. i don’t tolerate any kind of hate towards me and my followers, so i won’t hesitate to block you.

→ i age up characters if needed, so don’t follow me if you’re against it and don’t send hate comments about it.

→ pls don’t spam my inbox & dms as i easily get anxious, i try my best to answer as quick as possible so all i ask in return is respect.

→ i’m shy and really awkward most of the time, but i enjoy interacting and sharing opinions w others, so you can hit my inbox whenever you like !! i’d like to make a couple of friends here hehe.

★﹒CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

DEMON SLAYER: kamaboko squad | the hashira ( including kanae ) | yoriichi tsugikuni | muzan kibutsuji | upper moons ( except kaigaku ) | enmu | kyogai | lady tamayo | yushiro | hinatsuru, makio & suma uzui | koyuki | dilfs edition?

INUYASHA: inuyasha | kagome higurashi | sango | miroku | sesshomaru | kikyo

JUJUTSU KAISEN: yuji itadori | megumi fushiguro | nobara kugisaki | maki zenin | toge inumaki | yuta okkotsu | noritoshi kamo | satoru gojo | suguru geto | nanami kento | toji fushiguro | ryomen sukuna | choso

MY HERO ACADEMIA: izuku midoriya | katsuki bakugo | shoto todoroki | eijiro kirishima | ochaco uraraka | denki kaminari | tsuyu asui | kyoka jiro | fumikage tokoyami | tamaki amajiki | hitoshi shinso | shota aizawa ( eraser head ) | nemuri kayama ( midnight ) | emi fukukado ( ms. joke ) | keigo takami ( hawks ) | rumi usagiyama ( mirko ) | yu takeyama ( mt. lady ) | kaina tsutsumi ( lady nagant ) | toya todoroki ( dabi ) | himiko toga | atsuhiro sako ( mr. compress )

SPYxFAMILY: loid forger | yor forger

★﹒YES & NOs

I WRITE: fluff | angst | hurt | comfort | smut | female, male & gender neutral readers | modern au | dom!reader | yandere | child!reader | headcanons | short & long fics

I DON’T WRITE: non-con | incest | pedophilia & big age gaps | specific reader ( unless it’s from an emergency request & i feel like i’m able to write for it ) | bullying & abuse from the characters | a/b/o au | eating disorders | suicide

[mull3ts]

— ONE WAY TiCKET

— Did you ever want a one way ticket into someone's deepest secrets, feelings, obsessions, and weaknesses? I heard a yes! Then look no further than One Way Ticket—you'll learn about various men's secrets that they swore to either take to the grave or make public. All of their deepest darkest weaknesses all on display for you! (Talk about vulnerability...) Have fun going through all of the fun (Less than moral) things you'll uncover! After all, you do have a one way ticket to the maybe not so well kept secrets of the hottest men out there. Use it wisely, or else you might as well find an angry wife. You know what they say! Crying is for wives.

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Smut (18+), Dilfs & Stepcest (Stepfathers and stepbrothers), infidelity, do not continue if you are not comfortable with any of the warnings.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Jaemin

I meant it when I said less than moral, who wouldn't want to spend the summer with your very own stepfather: Mr. Na Jaemin. Jaemin had met you before he'd met your nother and from that moment on, he knew you were practically the one for him but one problem though—he was in some sort of entanglement with your mother. However, there is always something called a compromise and in the mean time—you'd do whatever he asks of you.

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Yuta

With your stepdad, he makes everything feel like 100 degrees. And while it really might feel like 100 degrees outside, Mr. Nakamoto Yuta makes it feel so much hotter. Yuta doesn't really mind though, he can take the heat, he can take it all he wants—but you? Well, he's not quite sure. And what better way is there to eliminate uncertainty than with a fun little test drive? It surely can't hurt anybody.

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Mark

Mark Lee is a responsible man. He knows exactly what he's doing and how to do it, always. The once shy and timid young man in him has dissipated into who he is today—a man who knows a thing or two. So when you come strolling your way into his life acting the way you do, he can't help but knock some sense into you!

𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐘?

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Jeno

You are truly an enigma to Lee Jeno, your all too crisp and clean stepfather who appears to honestly either wear suits or a wife beater shirt—that's it. On the outside you seem like a perfectly confident young woman who's striving to do her best in post-secondary education. However, with him, you can't even look him in the eyes half the time.

𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐈𝐓!

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Jaemin, Bunny Hybrid! Reader

He can't help it, he wish he could sometimes, but he can't! He knows what Jeno said about making impulsive purchases, but of course, Jaemin believes (and knows) you're absolutely not an impulsive purchase. So, he takes on the challenge of taking the best care of you—his "pretty, pretty bunny". Personally, you think this “Mr. NaNa” is kinda cool to be around.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Johnny

You almost sob when your puppy decides to jump over the fence into the lawn of Mr. Johnny Suh. There was no way you were going to just knock on his door and ask for your puppy back, not when you once had an incident with him. While your helpless puppy is in Mr. Suh's care, he finds a way to torment you through his window.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Johnny

He just wants to touch you for a minute! He's never felt quite this jealous, but he feels jealous now—who does this boy think he is? He wants to do so, so many things to you but, he's afraid of what might happen after...or not happen. Maybe three seconds is enough for his heart to quit it.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Jaehyun

Jaehyun is supposed to know better. He knows better. He knows so much better, so he thinks of a plan. He's not exactly sure it'll be pretty but, it'll leave him a single man again who's more than welcome to court you the proper way and maybe not in the stepdad way. What he wasn't expecting was all the questions you had for him.

!BONUS! 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Johnny

Johnny doesn't like to waste time, so to put it in the most simplest way possible—he does everything better.

[ JOiN THE TAGLiST ] — © mull3ts/earth-to-that-asian, 2023

#nct smut #nct dilf #nct daddy #jaehyun smut #jeno smut #jaemin smut #johnny smut #johnny suh smut #johnny seo smut #mark smut #mark lee smut #yuta smut #haechan smut #donghyuck smut #donghyuk smut

[nctsplug02]

can i request a yuta smut with rough sex and bulge kink?

[7:57pm]

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: bulge kink, rough sex, mentions of kids, creampie, unprotected sex, hair pulling, praising and kissing.

yuta pushes you inside in a hurry, his lips smacking on yours and his tongue fighting with yours. he kicks the door shut and quickly removes his leather jacket when feeling you tug on it.

“finally,” he breathes and undoes his belt and jeans. “kids are finally out of the house— fuck, i’ve missed your touch.” he pulls away for a quick second and pulls off the white shirt you wore.

“yuta,” you whine, reaching down and grabbing his bulge. “i know, baby.” he grunts. “i’m gettin’ there, baby.” he kicks off his jeans and brings his lips back onto yours.

he picks you up and brings you upstairs. he tosses the both of you on the bed and eagerly grinds his hips down on your pelvis.

“fuck me, yuta.” you groan, pulling at the hems of his briefs. yuta slips his briefs down to his knees and pushes your panties to the side.

you were wet enough that he slid in real easy. “ooohhh, baby.” you and yuta both groan at the pleasurable feeling.

he grinds and ruts his hips, pushing his dick more into you. you moan and yank at his hair, locking your legs around his waist.

“c—clit! touch my clit.” you demand, breathlessly. yuta reaches down, slipping his hand between yours and his sweaty body and rubbing your clit. you whine, the pressure of his finger making you squirm.

“yuta,” you whine, feeling your orgasm build. “not yet, baby.” he grunts out.

you shake your head. “i sneeze when i pee so, if i want to cum, then i’m cumming!” you protest and yuta chuckles. “go on then, baby.” you cry out and scratch his back as you cum.

yuta arches his back against you and groans. “fuck— squeeze me any longer then i’ll be the one cumming as well.” he groans into your neck and his hips stutter.

“w—want a fourth?” you push at his chest, staring him in the eyes. “yuta, we have a eight year old, a five year old and a three year old. and, you want another?!” he gives one last pound and sighs. “who wouldn’t? i mean, we have the cutest kids so shouldn’t we make another one?”

you bring your hands up to his face and you cup his cheeks. “oh, love. i do.” you moan and toss your head back, more into the pillow as he continues his thrusts.

“look at this pretty bump here.” your eyes lower to where yuta pokes at. his dick was literally stabbing you. “isn’t that so pretty.” he smirks and presses down gently on your abdomen.

a couple more thrusts and he’s shooting his load into you. “oh, yuta.” you sigh, chest heaving as he lays still.

“lets go another round, just for good luck.” he says pulling out and flipping you.

A/N: had to edit lol, totally forgot about the bulge kink part.

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[ligayangdala]

request list,

HELLO! ☺

admins lia & gaia here. we're both thankful sa binibigay niyong feedbacks saming dalawa since we posted our first fic, and we gained followers na hindi namin inexpect!

as of now, july 24th, 2022, CLOSED po ang inbox/ask namin for requests. remember lang guys, that we accept smut, fluff, romance, and angst. please specify the genre na rin! please be reminded na hindi right away mapopost namin 'yun, but rest assured they will be posted! and kung gusto niyo rin na with music 'yung request niyo, add niyo na rin sa ask niyo para malagay namin kapag pinost na.

free rin kayong mag-rant and kausapin lang kami sa inbox/asks! mag-rant lang kayo about sa crush niyo, sa jowa niyo o sa kung sino pa 'yang iniisip niyo, our inbox is always open for you (syempre, kung hanggang saan lang kayo comfortable, dun niyo lang ishare samin hahaha). anonymous asks won't be turned off unless magka-problem.

oh siya, tama na chika. ito 'yung mga nareceive naming requests so far (in no particular order and genre):

bf!jeno na mahilig dumdede, pt 2

bf!renjun, choking kink

clingy bf!jisung

mark breeding kink

mile high club with kun

car sex with jeno

backstage with rakista!jeno

shy, nerdy bf!mark

ml player!chenle

playboy!jaemin

bf!jisung, clingy!reader

dilf!johnny (ph setting)

hs bf!jeno

bff!renjun, corruption kink

secret bf!hendery

ceo, secret lover!doyoung

busy bf!mark

husband!taeyong

soulmate!sungchan

sakristan!jeno

gym shenanigans with sungchan

mafia!yuta

teacher assistant!jeno

somno!hyuck

taguan ng anak with jeno

riding bf!jisung

arranged marriage with doyoung

fuckboy!jaemin with good girl!reader

basketball player!chenle

cyber sex with bf!mark

neighbor!hendery

ex!jeno

pilot!kun, fa!reader

innocent!reader x badboy!jeno (ft. kuya!johnny)

dad!jeno witnessing his baby's milestones

hubby!jaehyun

husband!jeno from a business trip

academic rival!haechan

zoom classes with bf!yangyang

soft, slow, makeup sex with hubby!haechan

college lovers to parents with jeno

jealous!jeno

good girls go bad with jeno

sugar daddy!jeno

bf!jisung with drunk!reader

ie-edit rin namin 'to from time to time, kaya pwede niyong mamonitor kung napost na ba namin 'yung request niyo or hindi pa.

maraming salamat, mga mare!

#🎭 admins #🎨 ligayangdala posts #📣 ligayangdala announcements #📇 request list

[tastyykpop]

more dilf yuta smut please? 👉👈 like semi public pool sex aha ha

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭

Pairings: yuta x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: dilf!yuta, sub!reader, d/s themes, slight degradation, praising, yuta cheating on his wife like the whore he is, public sex, unprotected sex

"We shouldn't do it here." You frantically looked to your left and right to make sure no one- even if it was just you and Mr. Nakamoto in the pool area as of right now - was watching.

He ignored you with a scoff as if saying 'so what'. And maybe you shouldn't care, you are the one who was so desperate in the first place, touching him right in front of his wife, not even trying to hide your desire for him. But who could blame you? Mr. Nakamoto in nothing but his low hanging bathing suit around his waist was a sight to see.

"Someone will see...specifically your wife and son." You whined as his fingers brush over your bikini bottoms, a smirk so evident on his pretty face.

“You didn’t seem to care earlier, acting like such a slut in front of her and my son.”

In a flash your body was pressed against the pools edge, you couldnt be bothered to make a sound, too focused on whatever Mr. Nakamoto would do to you as he grinned at how easily your body responded to his.

He pushed your bathing suit bottoms to the side, letting his fingers gently push inside you in a teasing manner. Slowly, but never pulling out, just letting your arousal coat his slender digits.

Mr. Nakamoto wasn't planning on fingering you in the pool, he knew just how much time he had. Yet with all your fidgeting, just sliding two fingers in wouldn't stretch you enough for his cock and neither would he have enough time for foreplay.

"So tight after all these times I've used your cunt. How cute." He pouted before taking his fingers out, leaving you to feel empty and clenching around nothing but the water from the pool.

You wouldn't be empty for long though, Mr. Nakamoto already had his hard cock out, teasing your entrance before pushing in, almost catching you off guard at the incredible stretch.

His size always surprised you. The pain was intense but the pleasure always pushed it away, and clogged your mind so the only thing you knew was taking his cock. Every moan that fell past your lips reminded you of how risky this was and that someone could hear.

He could tell just from the way you stifled your moans that you were nervous, but even so your body betrayed you in every way. The way your cunt clenched around his thickness was proof to him that you enjoyed the thrill.

“M-Mr. Nakamoto, p-please just a li-little deeper.” You gripped the olders shoulders as your whiny voice pleaded to which he did respond. His hips pushed forward and his cock brushed over your most sensitive area making you cry in pleasure and satisfaction.

“Look how gorgeous my little princess is taking my cock.” Me. Nakamoto bit his lip to cease his own moans as he eyed your beautiful body in the water- the very body he so worshipped in the most intimate of times. “So fucking pretty.”

It felt good. The little spurs of pleasure that erupted throughout your body made you forget about being out in the open, your moans were let out so carelessly as Mr. Nakamoto pounded inside your tight, slick walls. He too wasn’t quiet either. The grunts and splashing of the water didn’t sound like a pair playing in the pool and maybe that’s why a voice called out from the distance.

“Yuta? What’s all the ruckus out here?” Mr. Nakamotos wife called. You both were lucky enough that she wasn’t anywhere nearby, at least from what you could tell.

But Mr. Nakamoto failed to stop and pull out, instead he continued wrecking your pussy, abusing your sensitive clit as well in hopes that you’d reach your climax along with himself before his son and wife arrived.

“Nothing honey. Only playing around with y/n, that is all.” He smirked. If only his wife knew what he meant.

“Mr. Nakamoto we sh-should s-stop before sh-she sees.”

The man leaned just over your ear and whispered, “I’m not stopping until you’re filled with my cum.” His lips grazed over the shell of your ear softly, “Every last drop.”

“B-but she’s-“ His lips made contact with yours to shut you up, each thrust bringing him closer, but the slapping of flip flops and slides on cement was almost at the gate to the pool. “Yuta!”

“Cum. Now.”

“Foods here!! Did you guys have fun while we were gone?” Bags of food were placed on the tables and Mr. Nakamoto was already on the other side of the pool, clean and undisturbed as he smiled at his wife and son like everything was okay.

But you, you were still trying not to spill any of Mr. Nakamotos cum out of you and into the pool.

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