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Rockstar

Pairing: Yuta Nakamoto (NCT) x Fem!Reader; Genre: strangers to lovers?, enemies to lovers?, SMUT; Rating: nsfw, MDNI, 18+; Warnings: mentions of cigarettes, bars/clubs, alcohol, SMUT -> fingering (f receiving), orgasm denial, oral (m receiving), dacryphilia, mentions of safety precautions, rough oral, hints of actual sex, hints of hate sex; Wordcount: 1.750

Summary: You had worked your butt off to get somewhere as a reporter. So when you got offered to interview the famous rockstar Yuta, you immediately agreed, excited to meet someone like him and dig up some dirt.

Event: February Filth Fest - Track 6: Dacryphilia held by @thelargefrye and @sanjoongie

A/N: Had this idea sitting on the back burner for a long time. So I am very glad it has now a time to shine with this fest! Also loosely inspired by Rock of Ages (I wanna know what love is).

You scrunched your nose from the heavy smell of smoke lingering in the air. It actually surprised you that you didn't see grey clouds of it wafting through the bar.

Your gaze wandered over the room, seeing tons of girls, boys, women and men alike standing in the middle of it, screaming their lungs out for one person only.

Yuta Nakamoto.

Renowned Rockstar with a voice of a siren. A voice that captivated everyone who listened to him.

It didn’t surprise you to see him having so many fans, nor did it surprise you to see such a wide range of fans. What actually surprised you was the fact of his clean vest. No rockstar could be that pure and you were there to prove that.

Yuta performed on stage, singing his heart out, flirting with the crowd - simply being effortlessly talented.

As the show neared its end a manager pulled you backstage, guiding you to one of the occupied rooms.

While this establishment usually was a bar with several rooms for pool, dart or any other kind of gaming, those rooms turned into improvised backstage dressing rooms for the star.

The manager asked you to wait in one of these rooms, shortly after leaving you alone again. You turned around your own axis, noticing strewn around clothes, a tray with glasses and a bottle of alcohol, cigarettes and a variety of accessories.

You jumped slightly and clutched the camera you held in one hand tighter when the door behind you opened all of a sudden and the cheers became louder again.

Yuta walked into the room, brushing through his hair with one of his hands. He held a small towel in his other hand, wiping around his neck to get rid of some of the sweat. His skin felt sticky and glistened in the dim lighting of the room. “You must be the reporter”, he grinned and closed the door behind him.

“That I am.”

“I assume you’re here to dig some dirt up. Some dark secrets or a gruesome past I might hide.” Yuta walked around the room, somewhat ignoring your presence as he poured himself some alcohol. He even took of his top and threw it on the ground, rubbing the towel loosely over his upper body.

“Well, is there something you might be hiding?” You questioned him, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge him. You even crossed your arms in front of your chest, disliking the fact he had you figured out so easily.

Yuta chuckled and turned around to look at you. He leaned against a pool table and tilted his head, holding the glass of alcohol in one hand while the other rested besides his body on the table. “Getting straight to the point. I like that.”

Without giving you even a chance to respond he retold his whole life up to the point he was right now - standing in front of you and telling you every detail you would ask for.

You stared at him, feeling somewhat dumbfounded. This was not what you had expected when you were told to interview a rockstar.

“I do not have any secrets, sweetpea.” Yuta chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mirth as he raised the glass to his lips and took a sip of the liquid. “And you must have quite the memory since you’re not taking any notes.”

You opened your mouth about to retort something but closed it again, unable to find anything you could actually say. Like a fish out of water you stood in front of him, stammering nonsense and fiddling with the camera and the little notebook you had pulled out of your pocket.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“More like a butterfly was taking my breath away.” Your eyes momentarily dropped to his hip bone before you quickly composed yourself again, pretending you didn’t just oggle his body.

Yuta smirked and placed the glass down on the table. He tilted his head to the side as his eyes slowly raked over your form.

You wanted to squirm under his intense gaze, feeling as if his stare alone undressed you. “Since you claim to be an open book”, you started, wanting to distract him somehow.

To your dismay though, Yuta only pushed himself away from the pool table. He circled you like a predator circled its prey. He licked over his lips until he finally stopped right behind you, his breath fanning over the expanse of your neck. “Ask right away, sweetpea.”

Your heart hammered inside your ribcage and you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. The temptation to lean into him nearly took over your body. With the last ounce of self control you kept yourself from following your urges - no matter how strong they were and how desperate your body craved for some touches.

Yuta reached around you, grabbing the notebook and the camera out of your hands. His fingertips purposefully brushed over your skin, making you shiver. He placed the items on a small table next to you, before stepping even closer to your body.

“I could show you a secret of mine”, he whispered into your ear, his lips brushing over your earlobe. “If you let me.”

A violent tremble ran through your whole body. For a moment you even feared your knees would give out underneath you, just from his voice and the sensual thoughts your brain cooked up. “Please.”

In an instant Yuta had his hands on your hips and pulled you back against his chest, pressing your ass against his hardening dick. He rolled his body, pushing his length between your cheeks with the movement.

Your head dropped back on his shoulder while his hand slid down to your front. His long fingers glided into your pants, quickly cupping your heat. “I can’t wait to ruin that little pussy of yours.” He rubbed circles around your clit, making you whimper and squirm until he pressed two fingers past your folds. Yuta fucked his fingers into you, switching with his pace several times.

You only grew wetter by the second - more and more desperate for his touch and for your own release. The knot inside your lower body tightened while your mouth dried up. The tingles sparked throughout your whole system and you only needed one last push from him so that you could cum.

Yet, Yuta pulled his hand out of your pants and almost removed himself completely from you. He stepped back and plopped down on a plush chair behind him, spreading his legs and smirking up to your pouting form.

The sudden change in his tactic made you frustrated and you could feel your eyes welling up by it.

Yuta licked over his lips again, his breath hitching as he silently observed your reactions. Before you could calm yourself though, he beckoned you to come closer.

You didn’t really want to give him the satisfaction of rushing over to him. You wanted to tease him as well, wanted to make him somehow suffer for leaving you all high and dry. Sadly, your own body betrayed you and you found yourself between his legs faster than you could fathom.

“Don’t they say reporters are good with their mouths?” Yuta teased and tapped his thigh, bringing your attention down to his pants.

You pursed your lips, desperately wanting to be defiant but you already dropped down to your knees. Your fingers swiftly opened his pants and pushed them aside, revealing his dick.

To your surprise he wasn’t as hard as you thought he’d be after playing with you already. You didn’t think much of it though, instead wrapping your fingers around his shaft and pumping him leisurely.

“So you’re someone who lets the partner do all the work?” You tried taunting him, looking up at Yuta through half-lidded eyes.

He chuckled softly, his shoulders slightly moving from the amusement. “Not at all, sweetpea. It’s just missing something for me to go all out.”

You raised an eyebrow questioningly. You didn’t ask him the question burning on your tongue. Instead you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick.

“We’re agreeing to having a good time right now, right?” Yuta grinned when you hummed around his dick, before he continued: “If at whatever point it turns to a bad time, you will immediately tell me to stop. If for a specific reason you’re unable to speak, tap on the butterfly. Are we clear?”

You only hummed again but Yuta grabbed the back of your head, his fingers carding through your hair as he pulled you forcefully away from him. “Are we clear?”

“Yes-yes. We’re clear.” Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes from the stinging and you noticed how Yuta’s dick twitched in your hands as he stared at your face.

A suspicion formed in your mind but you couldn’t voice it as Yuta slammed you back on his cock, forcing a rough pace on you with his tight grip. You could only hold onto his thighs, struggling to slacken your jaw and control the gagging while Yuta continued moving your head.

As the first tears streamed down your cheeks and messed up with your makeup, Yuta groaned almost animalistically. His cock hardened even more, growing bigger inside of your mouth.

Yuta pulled you off of his length with a loud pop. He leaned forward and cupped your face, cooing as his thumbs rubbed over your wet cheeks. “You’re so beautiful, sweetpea.”

“Tears”, you rasped out, chest still heaving from wanting more air. “You get off on tears.”

Yuta grinned at you, bobbing the tip of your nose with a finger. “There you have it. Revealed my oh so dark secret. Aren’t you a good reporter, sweetpea.”

You frowned, knowing full well he only mocked you right now. He didn’t make it a secret - not technically. He also knew you couldn’t report about it unless you wanted to reveal having done some sinful things with him, which would compromise your position at your job in the long run. You narrowed your eyes, blinking away the tears of frustration and anger. Yuta had you right where he wanted you to be. “Fuck you.”

“I’d rather fuck you”, he murmured, wiping over your cheeks ever so gently, “if you let me.”

“I definitely won’t leave here without cumming at least once.”

Yuta snickered, the amusement evident in his features. “Feels like a challenge I oh so gladly take on.”

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