#yuta drabbles

[retrievablememories]

bleed | yuta (m)

pairing: yuta x black reader word count: 2.1k genre: smut, pwp warnings: nosebleed, bloodplay/blood consumption, dirty talk, fingering, public sexual acts, one mention of period cunnilingus a/n: i wrote this back in feb. 2022 when tinashe’s “naturally” came out but i ended up hating it and decided never to post it. however, i just watched “bones and all” and i found the theme of consuming your lover/becoming one a bit similar.....and i’m hoping maybe that movie has primed some of you for the content of this fic? 💀 so i’m giving it a chance now.

if not, let’s pretend this never happened....

please do heed the warnings, this is a little different from the usual fare on this blog. no, yuta is not a vampire in this fic. and this is how i imagine he looks here.

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The air outside is dry and hot, and it surrounds you like a scratchy blanket you just can’t take off. You fan a hand across your face, trying to look unaffected even though you’re burning up. You agreed to go hiking with Yuta to spend some time with him today as he’d been quite busy at the tattoo studio lately, but you didn’t expect it to be quite so hot. Even your sundress isn’t providing the relief you’d like.

“Do you need to rest?”

“Maybe for a few minutes,” you say with a sheepish laugh, adjusting your sun hat on top of your head. You stop to lean against a thick tree trunk, trying your best to stay underneath the shade even with rays of sunlight breaking through the leaves. Yuta stands in front of you, tilting his head at you curiously. It makes his blonde hair flop into his eyes.

“You look like a nature fairy. I should take a picture,” he says.

You shake your head, though you bat your eyes at him playfully. “I look hot and sweaty.” You remain still anyway as you let him take a few pictures of you. He even gets a few laughs from you as he acts like a stunned and eager paparazzo, hitting ridiculous poses to get just the right angle. Afterwards, he comes over to show you the pictures and get your approval before saving them.

You rub your nose to scratch a small itch that’s arisen, but you must’ve done it a bit too roughly, because seconds later you feel that tell-tale rush in one of your nostrils.

When Yuta glances at you, his eyes widen. “Your nose is bleeding,” he says, speaking a little too late. You feel the trickle going down your philtrum and top lip, and you hurriedly lean forward and cup your hand underneath your nose to try to catch some of the blood and keep it from going onto your dress. You aren’t very successful, though; there are already some crimson drops staining the hem of your skirt.

“It must be because of the heat. Damn…my purse, Yuta. There are tissues.”

“Wait. Can I…” Yuta places his hands on your shoulders and turns you to face him.

“What are you doing?” you glance up at him, your eyes sliding up from his tattooed arms to his imploring expression and his parted lips. You give him an incredulous look as your heart beats a little faster. “You can’t be serious. Now?”

“Just a taste?”

You’re quiet for a few moments, the anticipation of what he’s asking of you swirling in your gut. It’s a quiet, out-of-the-way part of the forest, away from the main hiking trail; you doubt anyone will easily find you here. You’re anxious, but doing this in a semi-public place makes your nerves jitter from an emotion you dare to call excitement. “It’s going to ruin my dress, Yuta,” you complain.

“I’ll buy you another one just like it, baby. I promise.”

His tone is soft and promising even as his eyes and mouth are hungry, and something about that juxtaposition gets to you. It makes your core throb even in your current state. So you agree without thinking about it any longer. “...Okay. Just don’t take forever with it.”

Yuta leans his body into yours, one hand on the small of your back, and tilts your head up from its lowered position to draw his tongue across your bloodied lips. The metal of his tongue piercing against your skin makes a tiny shiver travel through you. His nose nudges yours as he licks your lips, and he groans at the taste of your blood. Your bloodied hand falls to your side, and you try to be careful of it touching your dress—not that it really much matters anymore.

His tongue slides up from your chin, and he kisses your philtrum where the blood has pooled in the little divot above your lips. The blood is still trickling down your chin in between the two of you, staining your skin and your clothes. Yuta sucks your top lip and bottom lip successively to clean them of blood, though the flow doesn’t yet stop, continually feeding him with more crimson. Finally, he fits his mouth over yours and fully kisses you, tasting properly like your blood. His hand tightens on your back, and a whimper escapes you.

“Why do you like this so much?” you whisper once you part from each other, trying to breathe steadily in and out of your mouth so you don’t inhale the blood.

“It’s having a part of you inside me,” he mumbles, and you’re actually surprised at his answer. Not that you haven’t asked him before, but he’s never answered it with this much intimacy until now. “Becoming one. Your blood is my blood, too.” His eyes seem to hold all the world’s emotions in them, and if you weren’t already enamored with him, you think you could be convinced into signing away your heart to him forever. “Isn’t that the type of romantic shit you like?” He speaks with his lips mere centimeters from yours, close enough to touch, as if he could breathe you in if he tried just hard enough.

“You are so strange,” you murmur. “I like you.” You both smile then, teeth reddened. He swipes his bloody tongue against yours, and you catch the tip lightly between your teeth before suckling it. Your kiss is a mess of your blood and both of your saliva dripping down your chins, but you adore it, and you tug him closer by his hair to show it. You already feel the beginning of an erection pressing into your stomach.

“Says the masochist,” he says, dragging his blunt nails across the sensitive skin of your nape. Your eyes nearly roll back at the sensation. The blood is starting to coagulate now, your nosebleed slowing, and you feel a bit uncomfortable with the drying, sticky blood on your face and chest and hand. Yuta isn’t finished with you though, proven by him taking his hand from your nape to slide his fingers into his mouth. “Slide your panties to the side for me.”

Your face burns, and your eyes dart around your surroundings. “You sure no one will find us here?”

“I’ve been to this trail and this little spot plenty of times. No one’s gonna find us unless they’re looking to do the same thing we are.”

“Ah, so you bring all your conquests here…? Nice to know.” You shake your head and snicker. Yuta only shrugs with a slight smirk, not bothering to deny your claim. With your clean hand, you reach underneath your dress to pull your underwear down completely, and they come to rest around your ankles. The less hassle for you, the better.

Satisfied with how wet his fingers are, Yuta slips his hand underneath your dress and slowly rubs at your clit, his fingers dipping lower on every other stroke to nudge against your opening. He situates his hand so that your clit slides between his ring and middle finger with every stroke instead of touching the small nub directly; he knows you prefer to be worked up like this. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, and you push your hips closer into his hand, the bark of the tree digging into your back. His tongue sticks out from the side of his lips as he focuses on pleasuring you, a soft and deep groan falling past his lips. “You’re so sticky and wet, and I’ve barely touched you. Guess I’m not the only strange one.”

Yuta does this for a few minutes more before sliding his middle and index fingers knuckle-deep into you, groaning at how your walls squeeze around him and how your face scrunches with the pleasure-pain of the stretch. He lowers his head to lick the drying blood off your chest and your neck as he pumps his fingers into you, his palm rubbing against your clit as he does. You don’t think you’ve ever felt quite so dirty before, which kind of scares you about a man you’ve only met and began dating a couple months ago, but it’s also exciting. You don’t know how anything after this could compare—and you sort of hope there isn’t an after.

He kisses you again, your teeth clicking together with his urgency to have your lips on his. The taste of his sanguine mouth as he twists his fingers inside you and nudges against that spongy spot inside you has your thighs quivering around his hand. “You’re so pretty when you bleed, baby. I’ve never seen such a bloody, pretty thing.” He praises you, his breaths heavy and tone rushed as he speaks against your mouth—into your mouth. “Makes me feel like a wild fucking animal—want to cum all over you, mark you. Or in you. Fill you up ‘til it’s dripping down those thick thighs.”

You chuckle breathlessly, sweat springing up on your body from his actions between your legs and the heat combined. “I-I’m flattered, but you wouldn’t say that if it were that time of the month.”

Yuta smirks, his eyes hazy with his lust. His expression seems to say if only you knew. “I’d suck your pussy no matter what time of the month it is.” He murmurs it like he’s telling you a nasty, terrible little secret. “I’d stick my tongue deep inside until you bled all over it…suck your clit until that pussy has no choice but to cum for me.” You’d probably be grossed out if this were any other situation—if this were anyone but Yuta—but his words have you whimpering and your walls clenching around his fingers as he thrusts them into you faster. You’re so wet that the slick sound of him pushing his fingers into you is echoing off the trees, and you can only hope he’s right about no one ever coming around here.

“I hope you prove i-it,” you gasp out, your words breaking off when he grinds his palm against your clit just so, and it’s enough to snap the tension in your abdomen.

Your body curls into his when you cum, waves of pleasure rocking you and making you unsteady enough that you have to lean on Yuta for balance. The way he kisses your neck gently—if a bit messily—only to leave a sharp bite after each touch of his lips heightens your pleasure, and you can’t help but moan unabashedly into the hot air of the forest. He doesn’t stop thrusting his fingers into you until you grasp his wrist and cry out his name, and then he’s pulling them out to suck your wetness off.

You look nothing short of a disaster when he’s done with you. Your dress and chest and half of your face stained with blood, your underwear lying around your ankles, your hand bloody and your nails caked with dried crimson. It will take a while to get that completely out from under your nails, you already know, and you’re not thrilled at the prospect of it. Your sunhat lies on the ground next to you, and you’re not even sure when it slipped off.

“...Okay. You’re done, for real this time? Go in my purse for me.”

Yuta does as you tell him. “You have wet wipes too?”

“You have to be prepared for anything in the wilderness,” you say, smelling the metallic scent of blood from your mouth as you speak and scrunching your nose. “And you know how you like to fuck whenever the mood strikes, so…easy cleanup.”

You and Yuta clean yourselves up as much as possible, which ends up in you using the entire small pack of wet wipes. There’s nothing you can do for the stains on your baby blue dress, and they’ll probably be too set in to fix once you return home. You roll your eyes, but you let Yuta pull you into him and lay an apologetic kiss on your lips, one of his hands grasping the curve of your ass. His cock is still stiff between your bodies, and you break the kiss to glance down.

“Do you want me to…?” you suggest, your fingers tracing over the bulge straining his zipper. He makes a sound in his throat that makes you think he wants more of your touch, but then he takes your hand and laces his fingers through yours.

“Later,” he says. “The only place I want to cum is inside you, but I think you’ve had enough of being messy for today.”

You get multiple strange and alarmed looks from other hikers when you get back to the main hiking path. You know it’s because of you walking around with bloodstains on your dress and a stupid smile on your face, but you ignore them all. 

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[kentofication]

🔍︎ — yuuta okkotsu ✰ fem!reader

♯ — falling asleep on yuuta's back.

∎ — 0.5k ✰ fluff (pinch of intimacy offerings).

ⅲ — i love yuuta. please enjoy!

the frequent footsteps growing closer to you shook you out of your reading pace. you look behind you to see yuuta's pretty face gazing at you, with a smile plastering his face. you couldn't help but smile also, he looked so damn adorable. 

"good morning, dandelion." he said, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you hummed at the pet name. "what are you doing up so early?" 

your eyes widened as you looked at the clock placed directly to the left of you. a chuckle left your throat, "reading. couldn't sleep." yuuta's facial expression changed. he didn't like it when you couldn't get enough sleep. 

"want me to help you? we can snuggle while watching a movie. or . . ." as he paused on his sentence he moved his eye to wink twice. you covered your face up with the book, embarrassed at what stunt he just pulled. "yuuta, you horny bastard." he giggled at the title you gave him. 

"we could go to this flower field i found yesterday." he said, pulling out his phone and showing you pictures of the amazing view he saw yesterday. your eyes grew wide as you smiled at each and one of the photos. "wow, where were you yesterday?" you questioned, wondering how he came upon this creation by god. "just happened to stumble upon it." 

you stood up from the couch as you quickly rushed upstairs to get changed into some warm attire to go visit the creation. yuuta was surprised at how you got ready at such speed. 

"ready?" he questioned, intertwining his hand within yours. you nodded as you two began to walk to the destination where the field was located. 

it was a long walk—tiring at most—but yuuta's warm embrace kept you awake, aware that he was always there with you comforting you through the way. 

the sun was setting when you guys were nearly there. you complained about your feet—mostly your heels—so yuuta carried you the whole way. 

he felt you almost fall asleep on his back while attempting to keep yourself up. he felt you slither your hands farther across his neck for more support. he felt the kisses you would leave on his cheek here and there, and occasionally some left on his neck. until you slumped over, unconscious on his back. 

he looked back to see if you were okay, worried about the position and lack of response you were in. worried covered yuuta's face as he set you gently on the concrete. 

"hey," he said, gently brushing the excess hair out of your face and tapping your cheek to get a signal. "you still with me?" 

you murmured, brushing his hand away from your face in your sleepy state. yuuta smiled at your little action and lifted you back on his back. "well sleepy head, let's head back home. yeah?" he asked, not expecting an answer. instead, he received a gentle—slightly agitated—grumble from you. 

yuuta smiled at you. he smiled at everything you do. you just make him so happy. you make him fall in love with you again and again. you just make him so happy.

2022 © originally posted by @k-3nt0. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

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[chicken-fifi]

Artist: Yuta (NCT)

Title: Jet Ski

Prompt: vacation

Requested by: anon

Tagging: @kyuprincess @writingstuffandmore

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you voiced looking at the rather intimidating machine that was being placed into the water. “Do you even know how to drive that thing Yuta?”

The man in question only shrugged his shoulders as he climbed onto the jet ski, “I did pass the boater education course* I needed to take in order to drive this and I was given a chance to operate one during the course under strict supervision.”

You took a deep breath. You had no doubt that he was legally able to operate the ski before you, but he had never operated one or said jet ski before you with another person behind him. Not to mention that you weren’t very keen on going out into deep water with just a life jacket and him operating that death trap.

“Come on, vacations need a little bit of risk,” he reasoned. “I promise I won’t flip it over or do anything dangerous.”

“You on that thing alone is dangerous.”

He stretched out his hand, grabbing your wrist and tugging gently. “It’ll be fun and if you don’t like it I’ll bring you right back and you can continue admiring me from afar.”

You hesitated for a moment before climbing onto the ski, gripping on Yuta’s slim frame for dear utter death threats as he pushed the throttle beginning to ease away from the shoreline before taking off making you scream bloody murder.

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[stopthatnel]

okay hear me out… business man yuta… can’t seem to get his mind out of the gutters while trying to conduct business.

“m’sorry, ms.(l/n). i need to be unprofessional for a moment.”

“what do you mean, mr.okkotsu?”

he swiftly stands up and leans over your desk, placing his large palms flat on the surface, curling his fingers over the edge. his hungry eyes meet yours,

“would you rather me tell you or show you, princess?”

BYYYYEEE IM LITERALLY LIKE A THOUSAND WORDS INTO THIS ENTIRE CONCEPT

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[doiefy]

for old times' sake // nakamoto yuta // osaki shotaro

PART OF DAWN TO DUSK.

Sober and intoxicated reminiscence over the past takes a darker turn in the midnight indigo eyes of a stranger.

genre: modern vampire, crime, angst (i need a new genre called edge because this isn't even angst) pairing: nakamoto yuta x osaki shotaro x gn. reader warnings: alcohol and drugs, implications of sex, compared to other works in this series, this is pretty tame word count: 1.3k

note: This can absolutely be read on its own, and contains no spoilers for any of the other works in the series; though there are definitely a few things that tie back to respice finem. For those who have read respice finem, this blurb takes place at the same time as part vii., while Johnny is at 0 Mile. Canonically, the reader character here is male, but I've kept it pretty ambiguous and neutral for the purposes of being a fucking slave to Tumblr meta. At some point I'll probably update this with a little rundown of that hehe.

YUTA STARED INTO the swirling, amber depths of his drink and tried his best to ignore the chatter.

This wasn’t his type of venue. Far from it. The place reeked of beer, piss and sweat, all barely masking the stench of vomit and floor cleaner used to wipe away the mess. His shirt stuck insistently to his skin with sweat, and the legs of his bar stool squeaked against the slimy floor tiles with every subtle shift of his weight. Staying still would certainly help—diminish the sights and noises attacking his senses, keep him from losing his mind so early on and to all this insanity—but he couldn’t help it. So he kept at it: a steady rhythm back and forth, his gaze continuously following the red contours of his drink.

The chimes above the front entrance tinkered with a sinister melody, and he paused his rocking to look. A hot breeze tore through the establishment, carrying the smell of tobacco and car exhaust. He caught a glimpse of a boot, worn leather and rusty buckles, a muddy stain below one’s knee, rips in a plaid shirt. Two men entered and stood illuminated by the neon lights for a brief moment, but Yuta had already turned away. He was waiting for someone else. 

Though quite frankly, he didn’t think it worth waiting any longer. 

“They’re not coming,” he muttered beneath his breath, and quickly summoned the bartender with a demanding hook of his finger. A young vampire with grey skin and blue eyes, all nervous and skittish, scurried over. “Your best whiskey?”

“Ah—” Only a split second of hesitance, but Yuta’s patience had been wearing thin all night. He couldn’t wait a split second. 

“Kirin? Yoichi?”

“Kurayoshi, sir,” the bartender finished in a near-stutter, reaching for something. A glass bottle hit the counter with a resounding thud, and Yuta reeled at the noise. “Would you like—”

“Forget it,” Yuta snapped, and flicked at his half-finished drink in irritation. It was a clear and definitive gesture for the bartender to take the offending liquid away—but the young man only stood in stupor and confusion. Finally, Yuta plucked the stained glass from the table and placed it directly in his hand. He scoffed in annoyance, and the bartender hurried off. 

“Were you expecting Yamazaki?” came an indignant groan from next to him. The voice then continued in a simper: laced with feigned pity, unusually pitched, an artificial sweetness that could rot and blacken teeth. “The poor thing. He did not deserve that.”

“They’re not coming, Shotaro,” Yuta repeated calmly. He’d made himself clear enough the first time and he knew the younger vampire had heard him; the tight repetition was just to expel any murderous thoughts from his head before they spiralled out of control. 

He was normally a patient man, content to scheme over the course of months, years, even decades if needed—but irrational urges came with age. After all, it was in his nature. Borne of night and ancient blood magic, all vampires were inevitably monstrous, suppressed only by their peaceful coexistence with their human counterparts. Yuta was bound by several contracts, bound to humans who couldn’t fathom what horror he really was; so bloodshed in his hometown was no mess he wanted to clean up. 

“Wait a little longer, darling,” Shotaro chided, knocking back the rest of his drink. He grimaced at the taste, but swallowed anyway. Osaki Shotaro was far too particular for warm beer in a glass that someone had likely spit in, but he was also—presently—too high to care. His eyes had darkened with a silent, contemplative pleasure: amber and brassy yellow hues pouring into each other, all glossy like he was on the verge of tears. Empty emotion, despite the boredom, anger and annoyance Yuta often witnessed. “They know what will happen if they do not negotiate with us.”

“No, they don’t,” Yuta snapped. “I don’t even know what I’ll do if they don’t show. I won’t track down and maul people on the street. Not now. The accords, the company, and all the—”

Shotaro looked up at him, confused; the drugs had rendered the concept of time meaningless to him. He stared at him a little longer. “What year is it? 1965?” 

“2016.”

“2016?” The two of them had ceased their drunken, high, lustful adventures with each other in the early 70s. There was no embarrassment, only a short moment of sobriety. Shotaro tilted his head, suddenly noticing the dated accent that had graced his speech. Then his words came out flat and fast, more appropriate for the present day. “Oh. Suppose I had a bit too much to smoke earlier.” 

“You reminisce when you’re high,” Yuta realized. It wasn’t as endearing as it was entertaining—and maybe a little deserving of mockery—but when the reminiscences concerned Yuta himself, he couldn’t help but smile. Just a wry twitch of his lips as his mind went spinning back to a simpler time. 

“I get confused,” Shotaro corrected him, now a bit more sober, and rather abruptly. Such were the benefits of vampire anatomy: being able to indulge, to lose oneself, to drink oneself into stupidity but still resurface from it if necessary. No matter how far gone, they would always come back to their senses for pressing matters. 

And apparently, this was a pressing matter for the younger vampire. 

“I confuse the past with the present. Like I did just now.”

“You got confused with a rather… interesting part of the past,” Yuta mused, as vivid images presented themselves to his mind’s eye: the two of them sprawled out on a barren mattress, entangled in drugs and each other, and maybe another person every now and then. Moonlight spread thin across the sheets, soothing irritated skin and burn marks left by the sun. Drifting, meeting, indulging, leaving, with no complex emotions or obligations. Being regarded as vile and malicious by humans, yet knowing an all-consuming, euphoric freedom.

“Perhaps.” Shotaro gave a coy smile, and leaned closer. His teeth—sharp fangs tucked away so they were more or less harmless—gleamed dangerously beneath the flickering lights of the bar. Closer, a little more, still closer; until Yuta could smell blood on the younger vampire’s breath and see black specks in his eyes. Breath against his ear, a frozen heartbeat, and gentle vibrations when he spoke again. “I think they’re here, Yuta.”

You stood at the entrance, shaking water from your hood and surveying the premises for your contact. Newly-turned but bold, confident, barely phased by the hostile looks sent your directions; the older folk could tell new blood from their own, and didn’t like the stench of turning bodies. You ran a hand through your hair, did another sweep of the room, and then focused in on the two vampires seated at the bar.

“Just one? And new blood?” Yuta questioned, enraged again. “They must be joking.”

“Pretty thing,” Shotaro simpered, now easing himself back into the high and throwing caution to the wind, his voice to irrational thoughts. He reached for Yuta’s hand, trailing careful fingers over his pale skin. “What do you think, darling? If you won’t maul the pretty thing to get your answers, maybe we can have some fun instead?”

“You mean resorting to seduction,” Yuta scoffed, but gave you a once-over anyway. Delicate features, midnight indigo-coloured hair, sparkling indigo eyes that might have once held galaxies and distant seas in their depths when you were still alive. Human maybe a few months ago, a week ago, mere days ago, but you were now pale-skinned and a creature of night—you seemed content with such a reality, embraced it like it had always been a part of you. The crime running rampant in the city, tearing the city to shreds, you ran with it regardless of the consequences. You were just as Shotaro had been when Yuta first found him.

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt,” he murmured, slowly rising from his seat to tower over Shotaro. Across the room, you locked eyes with him, watched as he kissed the corner of his companion’s mouth. An endearing, reminiscent gesture; and even sweeter words whispered while you were still out of earshot: 

“For old times’ sake.”

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[fly-forever-young]

•~𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚

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[sunflowercheol]

Grim Reaper

Yuta x Y/N

Word Count: 186

Warnings: suggestive content

A/N: unedited ;)))

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“It’s time,” he whispers seductively in your ear. 

“To have some fun!” you interrupt, pushing Yuta away from you. 

“Y/N,” he whines, rolling his eyes at you. You laugh and tug him back towards you. 

“Okay, I’m sorry!” you say in between laughter. “I’m serious now. Start over.” 

“No, you killed the mood,” Yuta sighs as he sits on the patio chair. The music from the ongoing party inside the house changes to a slow song. You see couples and people coming together to dance through the glass door. You move towards Yuta and sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Sorry, grim reaper. You can continue,” you whisper in his ear, letting your lips lightly touch his cheek. 

“Mhmm,” he hums and leans back, pulling you with him as he wraps his arms around your waist. “You have to make it up first for me to forgive you.” He places his lips on your neck and sucks softly. 

“I think I know where to start,” you giggle softly, enjoying his lips on you as they start to wander lower.

“Well, I’m waiting.”

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[xxsabitoxx]

Stay Quiet

Yuta x Fem! Reader Smut / characters are 18+

Warnings: semi-public sex, hotel sex, sex with someone else sleeping in the room, titty worship, raw sex, creampies, squirting

A/N: Baby boy is backkkkkk _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): since I feel like I’ve forgotten how to write smut… here is a smut imagine :D

Word count: 1.7k

“Y-yuta~”

Your back is arching into him, hand slapping over your mouth to try and suppress your whimpers. Your boyfriend isn’t listening to your quiet pleas, his head under your shirt, his lips wrapped around one of your nipples.

His only response is stopping his sucking to bite instead, earning a sharp cry from your lips that you quickly try and smother. Beside you, the bed is rustling as Inumaki tosses and turns in his sleep.

Not even a vacation with long time friends in a shared hotel room with two beds would stop Yuta from having his way with you. So long as you kept quiet…

“Yuta please…” you begging him, tone soft but labored as his hand tightened its grip on your side. Still, he didn’t respond, mouth far too preoccupied to speak.

You could only imagine the mess he was making, littering your skin in bruises and saliva to make you his. He’s always adored your breasts, both in the sexual and non-sexual sense. Sometimes he just needed to hold them, other times he needed to fuck them.

You never complained, not when he worshiped you the way he did… the way he was right now.

You could feel your eyes threatening to roll back, his tongue flicking at the sensitive bud as his thigh pressed further to your covered cunt. You were soaked, Yuta could feel the dampness through your night shorts as they pressed into his bare thigh.

Yuta left your breast alone, kissing the bruises he left before turning his head to the one he had been neglecting. It sent a whole new wave of pleasure through you, hand pressing to your mouth tighter as you couldn’t contain your whine.

He nipped at your skin, just hard enough to leave teeth indents that would turn into pretty bruises.

Your hips jerked as he bite down on your nipple, pain and pleasure making you clench around nothing. Your cunt dragged along his thigh, too many layers separating you to gain any real satisfaction from the friction.

“A-at least fuck me, Yuta.” You begged him, hand slotting back over your mouth as he sucked your neglected nipple. Still, you were left with no response, nothing but his hips jerking against your abdomen told you that he had heard your quiet plea.

You felt him, hard and heavy resting on your abdomen, straining in his briefs. If it weren’t for the sheer amount of body heat from being under the covers, you’d have been able to to feel the wet patch forming on the front of him.

Yuta indulged himself further, practically moaning as his hips rolled against you. “N-not fair.” You breathed, one of your hands coming down to rest on top of his head, not able to reach his hair since he was protected by your shirt. “So hot… Yuta I’m hot…”

You knew it was useless, he wasn’t going to stop anything he was doing until he was good and ready.

You could feel it though, your skin was starting to turn slick with sweat. So was Yuta’s, but that didn’t seem to phase him at all. Not when he was lathering your breast with his tongue and whining as he rut his hips against your abdomen.

So needy yet so controlling.

It was a dizzying mix, being completely at his mercy.

Your hips rolled against his thigh, trying to create some sort of relief since he was purposely ignoring you. Three rolls of your hips and Yuta’s grip was tightened, stopping you from moving all together as he released your nipple with a soft pop.

“So fucking needy.”

He practically seethed, pulling his head out from under your shirt to glare at you. “M-me?” You whisper yelled, face warm from anger and need. “Yes you.” Yuta shot back, the anger on his face didn’t concern you.

Not when you could feel his cock twitching.

“We’re both needy, you’re just mean, Yuta.” Your lip wobbled, head turning to look at the other hotel bed. Inumaki had seemed to settle into a deep sleep, back facing the two of you.

“Eyes on me.”

You shivered involuntarily, head turning back to face Yuta in record time. “If I fuck you, you need to keep quiet.” You nodded eagerly, but Yuta wasn’t satisfied.

“Promise me you’ll stay quiet.” You felt your breathing stop, taking a moment to start again as you quietly whispered “I promise.” Yuta still seemed skeptical.

“I still don’t believe you.” He mumbled as he began pulling down his briefs, just enough for his cock to spring free. “Yuta I mean it.” You whined, hands rushing to yank your sleep shorts and panties off for him.

“You’re never quiet, pretty girl.” Warmth flooded you, causing you to suck your lip between your teeth as your hips raised. Yuta helped you despite scolding you, tossing the two clothing items off to the side.

“If you can’t stay quiet, I’ll stop.”

You nodded, taking your vow to silence literally as his fist wrapped around his cock. Your legs spread further to accommodate him, cunt throbbing with the desire for him to be inside of you.

“Tell me you understand, pretty girl.”

He froze just as he positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you further by prolonging what you needed. “I understand, Yuta.” And he pressed in, watching your mouth fall open as your chest rose and froze.

You were good, holding in the moan that was threatening to burst your lungs as he sunk deep. Your cunt had no resistance, swallowing his cock whole as he bottomed out inside of your tight heat. “Good girl.” He groaned.

Your hands found their way to his biceps, nails digging into his muscles as your legs locked around his hips. You managed to exhale the breath you had been holding, barely making a noise louder than a pant.

Yuta wasted no time, hips drawing back and snapping forward. Your head fell back against the pillow, mouth open as a quiet gasp left you. He was focused, head dipping down to watch where he appeared and disappeared inside of you.

Never mind being mindful of the noises you were making, Yuta had to be mindful of the noises your bodies made. Anything louder than the squelching and bed creaking and he was certain Inumaki would be waking up.

But it was hard to be rational when your cunt was suctioning to him, velvety walls begging to milk him for all he was worth. He’d give it to you, no questions asked.

Every drag of his cock had you arching, scratching at his biceps as sweat dripped down your brow. You couldn’t think straight, breath catching in your lungs every few thrusts as you tried to ignore the urge to scream his name. “K-kiss me.” You managed to choke out.

It certainly wasn’t a whisper, the rustling in the bed over confirmed that. Yuta dropped lower, practically draping his body over you, hips rolling slowly rather than thrusting as he slotted his lips over yours.

Still, he was listening, silently praying Inumaki wouldn’t wake up because dammit he was certain he wouldn’t be able to stop fucking you even if he did.

“Y-Yuta-“ it was muffled, swallowed whole by his tongue slipping past your lips. You gave in, nearly melting into the mattress from his weight settling on you, the close proximity causing his pubic bone to brush your clit.

You felt it then, molten hot arousal pooling in your gut as he offered to the slightest bit of relief.

Yuta pulled away, saliva keeping your lips connected. “You have to be quiet, pretty girl. He almost woke up.” You nodded, eyes so bleary and lips so swollen that he couldn’t bring himself to really scold you.

Yuta found his pace again, hips smacking into yours and creating a soft slap that was just barely muffled by the hotel comforter. He was struggling to contain his own noises as your cunt clenched around him, one of your hands falling away from his bicep to sneak between you.

“Rub your clit for me, pretty girl. Make yourself cum on my cock.” It was a whisper but it seemed to echo off the walls of your skull, rendering you completely speechless.

You did as he asked, hand slipped down to feel your soaked cunt, rubbing your clit in face circles as Yuta’s cock stroked your sweet spot. “Make yourself cum on my cock, please. You know how much I love that.”

You nodded, mouth hanging open as breathless pants slipped past. They were quiet enough to not wake Inumaki but if anyone were to enter the room, it would be painfully obvious what was happening.

Yuta watched you, eyes torn between watching your tits bounce with each thrust and watching where his cock kept disappearing inside of you. It was utterly entrancing, making him gasp as his cock twitched violently within your walls.

“I’m gonna cum, pretty girl. Cum with me please.”

His voice cracked, face sweaty and flushed as he begged you so sweetly. It sent electricity straight down your spine, clit throbbing as your orgasm built. The thrusts got harder, a little sloppier… and louder.

Not that Yuta could care in that moment, he seemed to forget everything he had been drilling in your head as he moaned your name. You whined, eyes widening at the volume of his voice as your walls clenched again.

You were close, fueled by the feeling of his cock twitching deep inside of you. “Cum with me, please.”

Breathless, you nodded, head falling back as you brought yourself over the edge just as Yuta did. His hips stuttering before burying deep, pushing against your cervix as he spilled his load in you.

You had barely registered the warm gush that flooded between your thighs, not until Yuta collapsed on top of you. “Fuck.” You offered weakly, feeling the dampness on the sheets below accompanied by your sweaty skin.

“We made a mess.” Yuta’s tone was sheepish, vibrating your neck as he spoke into it. “It definitely reeks of sex in here too…” you felt your face burning, realizing there wasn’t any windows open to allow ventilation.

“He’ll figure it out regardless.” Yuta sounded defeated but you could feel a smile on his face. “I’ll take the blame… since I’m the one who can’t resist your breasts.”

“You better.”

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[todorokies]

yuuta who likes his girlfriends a little mean. girls who will scoff and roll their pretty eyes at him for his attempts at keeping your attitude in check. girls who will spit venom and give him a challenge. girls who like to push his buttons to see how long it’ll take for their boyfriend, who has the patience of a saint, to finally snap.

but all yuuta can do for the moment is send a soft smile your way and gently press a chaste kiss on your forehead, “what am i ever gonna do with you?” he’ll ask rhetorically.

he likes when you push him around a bit just to ruff him up, y’know? his knees turn into jelly whenever you firmly grab onto his strong bicep and drag him in the direction you need him the most or when you tightly squeeze on the collar of his shirt just for him to trail behind you like a puppy with stumbling feet.

his sweet and calming nature has you almost regretting starting something you know you couldn’t finish, but yuuta isn’t one to mind, in fact, he encourages your behaviour just to get a kick out of it.

when an argument arises with another person and you’re clearly in the wrong, yuuta will be ten toes down to defend you whilst trying to defuse the situation at hand in a cordial manner. however, you can’t ignore the subtle pinches caused by him on your upper thigh meaning you’re in for an earful behind closed doors.

but just like any other human, yuuta has his limits. he can only tolerate your bratty attitude to a certain degree. once that line of patience finally withers away with your cheeks tightly squished together by his cold hand as he sends you a deathly glare that makes your heart skip a beat or two, you know you’ve ultimately worn him down.

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[yuuuhiii]

wanna go for a ride ?

minors this is not for you!

includes : riding Yuuta’s washboard abs :P, 1.2k words, little overstimulation, making out and just smut in general;D , Yuuta’s a little tease mwhahaha and kinda sub reader

Yuuta was more of a giver than reciever. He adored giving you gifts and affection.

But his favorite thing in the world was pleasuring you.

He just loved your fucked out look when he’d be blowing your back out or even better, eating you out. The way your eyes would cross or roll back was always a sight for sore eyes.

Your orgasms and the noises he pulled from you were all he needed to pleasure himself. Giving that Yuuta was like this, he always fed into your fantasies.

You wanted to try something new in the bedroom? He was all for it. If it meant you’d be happy and well taken care of he’d do anything for you.

Even though Yuuta has never judged you for your new ways to spice things up in the bedroom it was still embarrassing to mention things to him.

Like the time you mentioned to sit on his face was definitely a night to remember. Not just because of how fucked out he left you but the whole conversation before hand.

Your boyfriend was just so sweet you almost feel like you’re tainting his bashful and pure personality with your lewd desires.

However he was just as filthy as you.

You sat in your living room in boredom as you waited for him to get home. He had gone to train with Inumaki and Panda, letting you know that he was on his way back.

Although throughout his time there you playfully asked for a picture of him. You were sent a picture of your boyfriend with no shirt on, chasing around panda who had stolen said shirt, as Inumaki took a selfie.

He texted, ‘your boyfriend is a little busy.’ You would be laughing it off but when you zoom in you softly gasp at the sight of Yuuta.

He’s drenched in sweat, his toned body on full display. Maybe it’s the lighting or the sweat but his abs looked so rough, so sturdy.

Absentmindedly your thighs clench, chewing on your lip at the sight. Your thoughts were blowing through a mile a minute.

It’s not like you never saw his bare body before, your hands would always find his abs when he was on top of you or you were sucking him off. And they were hard, whenever they clenched beneath your fingertips.

You squirm in your panties, already feeling yourself growing wet at the all these thoughts. You let out a shuddering breath and your boyfriend walks in through the door, causing you to quickly exit out of the picture. God only knows how long you’ve been staring at it.

“Hi baby!” He quips walking over to you and planting a kiss on your temple.

“I’m gonna shower, then we can watch our tv show ok?”

You nod, blinking at the tv in front of you. Yuuta comes out of the shower soon enough and you haven’t been paying attention to the show in front of you at all. You were definitely going to have to watch back.

“Babe?” You snap out of it, gazing up at your boyfriend as his face laces with concern. His big hand drapes over your thigh, rubbing it comfortingly.

“Are you okay?” He tilts his head and you gulp.

You avert your eyes, already growing embarrassed. Yuuta always found your flushed state cute. The way your cheeks turned pink and your cheeks puffed out just a little. He grabs your chin, tilting it up to face him.

“What’s wrong hm?” His big blue eyes blinking at you. You wanted to voice your new idea, but you felt bad that he had already took a shower, not wanting to dirty your boyfriend.

“Nothing s’fine Yuu.” You smile, turning back to the tv.

He narrows his eyes, his lips teasingly moving to your neck, placing a playful chomp on your skin. You squeal your hands shooting up to his shoulders.

“Dont lie to me.” He says almost as a warning and he can feel your whole body exceeding with heat.

“Um I was just thinking about something.” You mumble and his elbows move to rest on the sides of your hips, his lips placing kisses down your stomach. You squirm and he smirks, peeking his head from under your shirt to look back at you.

“What were you thinking about?” He says a little too innocently, you whine, staring at the ceiling.

“Come on tell me please?” You cave at his words, with a shaky sigh you tell him.

“I-I wanna ride your abs.” You cover your face and he perks up.

“L-Like you know when you made me grind on your thigh? I wanna do that with your abs.” You ramble out and fuck.

He’s already growing hard at the thought of you on top of him.

“We can do that.” He smiles, standing up and reaching for your hand. You shyly take it as he leads you to the bedroom.

He walks backwards as his legs hit the edge of the bed, sitting down. He pulls you on top of him but not without connecting your lips first.

They moved together so perfectly, he knew you were made just for him. His hands glide down your body, his hand rubbing you through your already soaked panties.

You moan, your hands digging into his shoulders.

“Yuu.” You whine and he smirks against your neck. Sucking and biting, claiming you as his.

“You’re so wet honey. Have you been thinking about this the whole time?” You nod dumbly, already grinding down against his hand.

“My poor baby, look at you hump my hand. Thought you wanted to get off on my abs?” He teases and you whine.

“I do!”

Your hands move to rip off his t-shirt, and moves to pull your panties down. He’s laid against the bed now, big hands sliding along your waist, guiding you up and over his abdomen.

Your eyes are lidded with lust, your chest heaving. Your hands shoot out on his chest, gliding your folds right against his toned stomach.

You gasp, juices coating his whole stomach. Yuuta watches you closely, you’re already shaking, small whines and moans leaving you as you get off on him.

“God you’re so pretty, so warm too.” He praises and you whine.

“Yuu help me please.” You pout as your thighs begin to burn.

“Of course baby.” He grins sitting up, you gasp at how much harder they felt, giving your clit the perfect pressure.

“O-Oh my god!” You moan loudly, shoving your face in his neck. You lick and suck and he hisses, almost growling as he moves you faster against him.

“Y-Yuu so close..” You moan in his ear.

“That’s good, cum for me like the good girl you are yea?” He whispers in your ear and when the words leave his mouth he’s flexing his abs. You’re thrashing in his arms as he grinds you down harder and faster.

“F-Fuck!” You squeal your high washing over you in an instant.

Your juices shoot out and everywhere on his stomach, coating the bed and his pants. Yuuta is overstimulating you at this point, feeling your clit spasm against his stomach. You drool against his shoulder, going limp in his arms.

He pulls you off of him, setting you up on the bed. Your eyes are almost closed and he grinds his hard on against your thigh.

“You can go for one more round right baby?” He whispers in your ear, kissing and nibbling it.

Yuuta loved pleasuring you a little too much.

Can you blame him though?

He just wants to make his sweet girl feel good♡.

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[chicken-fifi]

Day 18: Yuta (NCT) - This Christmas

Requested by anon: 1st christmas after a tragedy

Warnings: implied death, implied miscarriage, loss of pregnancy, grief, pregnancy

Word Count: 403 words

The continuous sighs that left your mouth were beginning to worry Yuta. He wasn’t surprised by them, in fact, he suspected that it would be a fairly difficult and trying time - after the loss of a child, born or not, is no easy feat. Much less so when you had made plans to reveal the happy news to everyone when those dreams were shattered in the blink of an eye. It was rough. Especially when you were faced with having to deliver a new future around the same time you had lost your first.

Another sigh left you from where you sat on the couch, staring out the window at the falling snow.

“Yuta,” you called out gently, getting his full attention in an instant. “What if something-”

“I promise you nothing is going to happen,” he reassured, kneeling beside you and taking your hand in his, the other going to rest on your bump. “The doctors all said everything was looking good and that you were well on your way to a healthy delivery.”

Your gaze went back to the falling snow, “I know, but we were told everything was fine last time too. I heard that heartbeat Yuta…and then it was-” you choked on your words as you remembered the year before. It had been so hard getting through the holidays pretending everything was okay and listening to everyone ask when the babies would make an entrance into your family - if only they knew.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, comforting you as he too shed a few tears remembering the pain you had both gone through. He’d been just as excited as you and had been equally as heartbroken, even more so knowing that he couldn’t take the pain away from you. He’d hated the way you had looked at yourself in the mirror for weeks after. He’d hated how you were constantly worried over every little thing during this pregnancy not allowing yourself a moment of rest out of fear of failing again. He hated that you felt like you’d failed him.

“It’ll be different this Christmas,” he whispered, kissing your hair. “We’ve made it this far and I just know it’ll be different. And if anything happens, I will still love you all the same and be right beside you every step of the way.” It would be different this Christmas. It had to be different this Christmas.

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[yutafrita]

hii i was wondering if u could write about yuta who brings you to japan because you wanna know his place and he even teaches you japanese and shows you every place that he thinks u would love, i would appreciate if it’s so fluffy, thank u so much

You nervously fidgeted with the sleeves of your sweater, staring out of the window from the fast moving train. Yuta had brought you along with him on a trip to Japan, and while you were excited to see and learn more about your boyfriend's home, the hustle and bustle of Tokyo last night had you feeling drained.

"Can you tell me where we're going yet?" you hummed, turning to your left.

"You have one guess left," he reminded. He was excited since the morning, teasing you about the surprise he had planned since you arrived in Osaka last night from Tokyo. You had guessed Dotonbori in the morning before getting to the train station, and then guessed the Osaka Aquarium. After getting a giggle and a head shake, you decided to save your final guess.

While you were in the process of learning Japanese, you were still struggling to read Kanji, so all you could gauge from the signs was that you were still in Osaka.

Clicking your tongue, you looked back over to your boyfriend. "Can I get a little hint?" you pouted, jutting your bottom lip out obnoxiously.

"Fine... hm..." his nose scrunched up as he thought, and he just looked so adorable- although, he had been like that this whole trip. The way his eyes lit up as he showed you everything he thought you'd like, and the patience he had whenever he was helping you piece together his native tongue- it all made you wish you could freeze time in this moment forever.

The train stopped before Yuta could offer anything, and he excitedly grabbed your hand to guide you through the crowd and into the station. Squinting up, you noted that you were at the Nishikujo station, squealing as you realized exactly where you were.

"Oh my god, no way?" You nearly shouted, earning you a few irritated looks from onlookers and Yuta beamed your way. Following him down the short walk, your suspicions were confirmed as you approached Universal Studios Japan.

"We both have been dying to go to Super Nintendo World," he explained, bouncing on his toes. That was a bit of an understatement- he knew you had been scrolling through their website for weeks as well as dropping several hints that you wanted to go to the park. Smiling, you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you, Yuta. Not just for this but for everything."

"Don't thank me just yet- it's your turn to pay for lunch today."

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[yuwuta]

AFTERGLOW. — JJK BOYS + JEALOUSY

❝tell me that you’re still mine, tell me that we’ll be just fine, even when i've lost my mind  

featuring. gojo, inumaki, nanami, okkotsu

content. a character study in jealousy, no content warnings, no smut in this version, fem reader

word count. 2.8k

SATORU GOJO You’re attempting to finish getting ready for the evening and Satoru has taken his favorite activity: filing through every crevice of your room like he’d been hired as a private investigator. Even though he knows that you know that he’s nothing more than a nosy idiot, Satoru claims that it’s an important and intimate routine that he should know the ins and outs of your living space just as well as you know his—“You know exactly where I keep my boxers, and I don’t even think I’ve seen the inside of your closet—oh, hey, this is cute,” he grins, sticking out his impossibly long arm to shake a thin, lacy bodysuit on a hanger, “How come you’ve never shown me this, huh? Maybe you should wear this instead, it seems easier to take—ouch.”

He groans at the impact of your hairbrush against his shoulder, then swiftly proceeds to pout and whine about how mean you are to him when you return to ignoring him in favor of applying the final touches to your makeup. Your closet seems to be of little interest to him after that, as Satoru crosses the room to hover around you at your vanity instead. He leans in too closely, as if watching you apply bronzer was a novel sight to him. You flip your brush quickly, barely tapping at his nose and laughing at his scrunched reaction.

“Your reflexes aren’t so sharp today,” you tease. You’re prepared for a witty response, and when you glance, there’s a familiar mischief shimmering in your boyfriend’s eyes; but, then his gaze ventures slightly past you, and all signs of playfulness drain from his face. Instead of getting revenge, or annoying you further, Satoru reaches over your body and into a shallow jewelry dish to pick up the bracelet he’d spotted. It’s a dainty little thing, thin gold with a small heart in the middle glittering with shiny stones, that he threads along his fingers with scrutiny before standing up straight to dangle it in front his face for further inspection, “This is new to me.”

Perhaps you’d spoken too soon, because only Satoru would spot that one piece of jewelry amongst the others swimming the tray. His eyes flutter between the bracelet and you, and you can practically hear the gears turning in his head, and the accusation he won’t say outloud—did you buy yourself heart-shaped jewelry, or is there something else going on here?

You sigh and keep your expression and voice neutral, your attention seemingly still focused on the finishing touches of your makeup, “It’s new to you because I haven’t worn it in years,” you tell him, “My ex gave it to me.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you occupy yourself with your mascara, before Satoru speaks, “That makes sense, it doesn’t look all that promising. What is it—barely gold plated?” he taunts, sweeping away his air of concern with one of mockery, standing up straight to twirl the bracelet around his index finger, “Figures your ex boy toy had no taste for the finer things in life. You’re worth more than this, my darling.”

You shake your head with light laughter, patting in the remnants of your setting spray before standing. Satoru continues on, rambling about the poor construction of your commercially produced bracelet—holds it between his index finger and thumb like it’ll poison him if he exposes it to too much of his skin, and you can’t help but smile as you reach for the lapel of his blazer to pull him down for a kiss. He has no words of objection to this, pulling you in by the waist for another and another and another, before you finally pull away, “Come, let’s go. I don’t feel like getting lectured by Utahime for your tardiness again.”

You’re too preoccupied for the rest of the evening to notice the item missing from your jewelry dish. What you do notice, two afternoons later, shortly after Satoru has left to pick up Nanami from the airport, is a blue velvet box with your name written in pretty, gold cursive along the top—and inside, a gold tennis bracelet, glittering with diamonds, with a necklace to match. You have no doubt they’re legitimate, if not for the way the sparkle, then by the text that rings through on your phone after you question Satoru:

from: satoruwu 🫧🩵 — only the best for my baby <33

TOGE INUMAKI

Toge knows that the price of coffee has gotten way out of hand, but what bothers him more is the decreasing pace of said coffee getting made and the increase of crazy, caffeine addicted people who feel the need to be loud around him while he’s waiting for his drinks. You, however, seem to take pleasure in his suffering, as you always thank him and coo, saying he looks cute despite his grumbly demeanor, “You always look like you fought a war for two cups of coffee, Toge.” 

He rolls his eyes as he steps into your apartment, not minding the sound of your giggling behind him. He sets the drinks on your island, and pulls out a stool to sit on. You round the marble, reaching him just as he’s pulled down his mask for a thank you kiss to his cheek. He wants to make you suffer for longer, but when you lean against him, he can’t help but to return the hug and kiss your forehead—you’re welcome, always.

Still, he pokes at your head, waits until you dig your head out of his shoulder with curious eyes, before he points to the Keurig sitting in the corner of one the wall-mounted counters, and moves his hands to sign, “Why keep that if you spend all my money on coffee?”

“Rude. I offer to pay all the time,” you chide, poking at his collar bone and standing straight. You make your way back to the opposite side of the counter, and reach to a drawer to fetch a straw, before shrugging, “My ex left it here when we broke up. I keep it for the aesthetic—I’m not even sure if it works.”

A myriad of thoughts runs through Toge’s mind—most importantly: had your ex left other things here, and how quickly could he get rid of them?

“Besides,” you break his murderous train of thought, “None of the pods make good espresso. Couldn’t even make my hot girl latte if it worked.”

“Your ‘hot girl latte’ is iced,” Toge signs.

Under normal circumstances, a comment like that would earn him a flick to the forehead, but you can tell that behind the sarcasm, Toge is actually upset. So, in lieu of teasing him, you walk back over to him; settling yourself behind his stool to give him a back hug. You lean your cheek against his shoulder and press a small kiss there, “You’re cute.” 

Toge huffs, shaking his shoulders for dramatic effect. You laugh, leaning up to give him another kiss on the cheek. “You’re cute and you have nothing to worry about. It’s an old coffee machine.” 

He hums, taking another sip of his coffee before turning, barely bumping the top of your forehead, so you can see his raised eyebrow. You lean up to press a kiss to his lips, “You’re cute, and you have nothing to worry about, and I love you.” 

He finally smiles again, content, and grants you another kiss to your forehead. With his mood back to normal, the two of you finish your coffee and carry on with your scheduled study session as normal (normal being Toge leaving you alone for all of twenty-seven minutes, before he starts taking videos of you with various outrages Snapchat filters on).

However, the following day when you return from your classes, there’s four new items on your kitchen counter: a silver espresso machine, a reusable Starbucks cup (already filled with your usual drink), a neatly folded apron decorated with cartoon Shiba Inus, and a small card with Toge’s bubbly handwriting on it: “Don’t worry, I’ll still pay for you $6 pink drinks, but if you wanted to thank me by making coffee in just the apron, then I wouldn’t complain ;)”

KENTO NANAMI Kento is a rational man; he favors using logic to carry out decisive actions, rather than letting his emotions get the best of him. So, the rational part of him knows that it’s not a big deal that the lunch bag and bento-style tupperware you bring to work was a gift from your ex-girlfriend; but there’s a small, ugly, green part of him overrun with jealousy and another bitter-tasting feeling he can’t quite name.

Because it’s not that important. It makes sense that you keep using them—the lunch bag is nice, leather, sleek, and insulated, and the tupperware is sturdy and functional. The whole system is sustainable, practical. It was a good present, one that objectively serves a good purpose whether or not it was given by an ex or not.

Maybe that’s what he hates so much. That this person still has room in your life, even though you haven’t spoken to them since you’ve met him. Kento doesn’t like that reminder—that there are people out there who might be a good fit for you, a better one than him. Those ugly feelings aside, there’s a sour taste in his mouth when he packs your lunch now; knowing that the food he cooked for the two of you—the meal you’re both going to indulge in—sits in a container gifted to you by an ex-lover.

Irrational to the point of being unfocused, he doesn’t realize how close the glass is to the edge of the counter, and when he turns to scoop more rice, he accidentally knocks it over with his elbow. It breaks into tiny pieces on the ground, the small portion of rice and chicken spilling onto the ground. The sound draws you out of your bedroom, mascara wand in hand and robe still on to call for him, “Kento? Everything okay?”

“I… it was an accident,” he explains, setting the spoon down in favor of reaching for a napkin, dropping to his knee with a light sigh, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break it.”

Your laughter surprises him, prompts him to look up at you with broken glass shards pooled in his palm, “You don’t have to worry so much! It happens, we have a million more.”

There’s something about the way you don’t seem to acknowledge it being special to you in any way—Kento’s not even sure if you recognize what broke—that reassures him. Because it really was an accident, but Kento doesn’t mind that he managed to break this particular plate. 

When he shoos you back to getting dressed, he finishes picking up the broken glass shards. There’s a certain lightness to his actions now, petty as it may be, he’s happy. Spends extra time writing a note for you to see when you unpack your food before he retires to the bathroom to start getting ready himself. 

Maybe he could do something about that lunchbox next. You don’t seem to mind.

YUUTA OKKOTSU Thursdays are Yuuta’s favorite day of the week because on Thursdays, you two meet up at your spot, which is really just a set of twin benches in the west quad, but it’s your place and Yuuta loves it. You will have reserved a study room in your favorite library, and Yuuta will buy snacks for your study session before you both head to the library in an attempt to finish up your work for the week in order to keep your Friday evenings free.

Yuuta usually gets to the bench before you, a combination of the engineering building being a little bit closer, and his legs being a lot longer. He doesn’t mind waiting for you, as it’s usually his first time seeing you in two days (your Tuesdays are too packed for anything other than a shared coffee break between lectures, and Wednesdays are his hell days), and spotting you through the crowd of dissipating students always brings a smile to his face.

You look cute today, an oversized sweater enveloping your frame that Yuuta can imagine you cozying into and nearly dozing off in your dreaded microbiology lecture. He laughs to himself at the mental image, just as you stop in front of him to ponder, “Something funny?”

Yuuta shakes his head, leaning down to kiss your forehead with a proper greeting. “Nothing,” he reassures you, reaching around to pull your backpack off of your shoulders, and slings it over one of his, “You look cute. Did you mean to buy a sweater big enough to double as a blanket?”

“The oversized look is in,” you scrunch your nose and roll your eyes, letting Yuuta take your hand in his despite his teasing, “I don’t even think I bought this, honestly. It might be Todo’s? Or Toge’s—it might even be Maki’s at this point.”

Yuuta freezes. He feels the world stop and a million different emotions surge through him at once, but the most prevalent of them all is something ugly and green. He could deal with Toge, though he doubts he’s the culprit. While you two shared a penchant for oversized clothing, Toge was more often than not the thief, rather than the lender, and he’s pretty good at keeping his collection of stolen goods under lock and key. Maki was out of the question, too, because you shared a class with Nobara earlier today, and there’s no way you’d have made it out of there wearing her girlfriend’s sweater.

So it probably was Todo’s. And Yuuta had said you looked cute. Though he wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole, his moment of self-pity is waning, and overcast by something steely, something too-hot bubbling in his chest. The question of why you have it goes over his head—he’s not concerned with that, nor will he fault you for it—the matter at hand is that you’re wearing it. And, sure, Yuuta thought you looked good in it before, but he could name sixteen other things you’d look better in at this very moment.

You’ve gone on to ramble about something that happened earlier, but Yuuta’s not listening. He drops your hand first, then both of your backpacks on the bench behind him, before tapping at your wrists. You don’t seem to understand him, cocking your head to the side with a pensive expression, but Yuuta only taps at your wrists again with a simple command, “Up.”

It doesn’t seem like you understand, but you follow anyway, and Yuuta is pulling the sweater up and off of your body before you can question him. He tosses it onto the bench with little care, then removes his white jacket and places it atop your backpacks. “What are—” you don’t have time to finish before he’s pulled his own hoodie off his body, and slid it over your head.

Yuuta smooths out the fabric under his palms with a satisfied grin on his face. Much better.

“Aw, Yuuta!” you bring a hand to tug at the strings of the hood, a wicked smile replacing your dazed blinking, “I didn’t know you were so possessive.”

You tease him until he’s red up to his ears, embarrassed and borderline bashful, a complete 180 from the looming jealousy that took over him moments before as he shimmies on his jacket again and picks up your back backs. He huffs, as you tease him, circling an arm around his as you begin to walk to the student center. He doesn’t know if he agrees with your declarations of him being a possessive boyfriend, but he does know that he’s your boyfriend, and your boyfriend only.

“So, you think I look cute, still?” you question, picking up a pack of gummy worms. Yuuta lets out a breath of laughter, pressing another kiss to your forehead, “Even cuter than before.”

(Two days later, Todo can be found screaming wildly to Itadori when he comes across a familiar hoodie strewn across a random bench on campus—who considers visiting the Student Health Clinic to make sure an eardrum wasn’t ruptured—because, “Bro, what the hell? I swear I fucking lost this thing!”)

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 . . (𝒪𝒦𝒦𝒪𝒯𝒮𝒰 𝒴𝒰𝒰𝒯𝒜)

okkotsu yūta x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex / raw sex ﾉ spitting in ur mouth ﾉ slight yandere ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ praise kink ﾉ hair pulling ﾉ slight choking ﾉ possessiveness ﾉ mdom + fsub ﾉ not proofread ! ૮꒰ྀི ᴗ͈ ˕ ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀིა

wanted 2 write 4 my sweetheart, yūta . . i cant believe i havent even written 4 him yet or even gushed about him, he is my babyboy ive missed him s' much . . shame on u miss athena, u forgot about yūta ! ! ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

Yuuta's eyes fluttered shut as he relished, savored the feeling of being inside you. He could never get enough of the pleasurable, heavenly sensation of your velvety walls wrapping tightly around him, your warm heat greedily swallowing his throbbing cock. No matter how many time's you had called him a pervert, teased him, Yuuta knew you were just as bad. Because after all, there was no way anyone could be so needy, so insatiable. Not without the sinful desires that plagued the both of you. You were both hopeless, desperate for each other. The more he thought about it, the more he realized the both of you were completely and utterly lost to each other, completely helpless in the throes of passion.

Foggy and delirious with pleasure, Yuuta could barely keep his eyes open. The only thing keeping him grounded was the feeling of his cock being buried to the hilt inside of you, the tip of his head bumping up against the very end of you. A shudder went down his spine, the sound of his balls smacking against your plump ass filling his ears. His head lolled to the side, his cheek resting against the side of your breast, his nose buried in the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent of your skin, his tongue darting out, licking the salty sweat that had accumulated on your flesh. He let out a pleased hum, the hand resting on your hip reaching up, cupping the side of your face. His long, slender fingers traced the outline of your cheekbone, his thumb gently brushing across the top of your skin. He could feel the way his own skin stuck to yours, his chest pressed flush up against yours. With every thrust of his hips, he could feel the way your breasts bounced, the hardened buds rubbing against his own nipples. A shiver travelled down his spine, the tip of his tongue sliding over the side of your jaw.

"A-ah.. Fuck.." He gasped, his breath fanning across the side of your face. The hand resting on the side of your face reached around, gripping the back of your neck. His fingers tangled in the loose strands of your hair, tugging at the roots. Your eyes squeezed shut, a loud moan escaping your lips. He groaned as he felt the way you clenched around him, the languid, leisurely pace of his thrusts slowly picking up. "Ca-Can't get enough of y-you.. Never.. Enough.." He whispered, his teeth nipping at the shell of your ear. "F-feels so fucking g-good.. God, I-I can't.. can't think straight.." He continued, his words spilling out incoherently. He was intoxicated, drowning in the blissful sensations that only you could give him. "Y-you make me feel.. So fucking good.. So g-good.. Such a g-good girl.." He mumbled, his hot breath fanning over the side of your face, his words sending a wave of euphoria straight to your core. A shaky whimper escaped your lips, your back arching into him, the mounds of your chest pressing further into his own. Yuuta's grip on the back of your neck tightened, his hand sliding down to your throat. His thumb rubbed across the column of your neck, then traced the outline of your collarbones.

"You're a-all mine.." He whispered, his words coming out slurred, his thrusts speeding up, his cock throbbing inside you. "A-all mine.. Nobody else can.. Can fuck you like me.. I-I'll fucking kill any man who touches you.." He groaned, his forehead resting on your shoulder. His breath was hot and heavy against the side of your neck, his hips rocking into you. "Fuck, baby.. I-I don't know what I'd do without you.." He mumbled, his voice trailing off, his thoughts a jumbled mess of lust and love. "I-I just want you to be mine forever.. Forever.. Just want you to stay by my side.. Fuck, baby, 'm gonna lose it.." He stammered, his thrusts growing erratic, his cock twitching inside you. "P-please.. Please tell me.. Tell me you're mine.. Only mine.." He whined, his grip on the back of your neck tightening. You could feel the way your lungs struggled to fill with oxygen, the air in the room thin. His words were like honey, sweet and intoxicating, flowing through your veins. It was as if your bodies were one, melting together into a heated, burning pool of sex. Every thrust of his hips had you spiraling closer and closer to the edge, his cock hitting all the right spots. His words, his pleas, his desperate, pathetic moans, had you falling deeper and deeper into the pit of pleasure, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

"O-only yours, Y-yuuta.. 'm all yours, sweetie.. I'm all yours.." You managed to choke out, your vision blurry. A soft whimper escaped your lips, a strangled moan escaping his own. He let out a shaky sigh of relief, his doughy lips pressing against yours, his tongue darting out, sliding across the seam of your mouth, forcing its way inside. He moaned as his tongue explored the warm cavern of your mouth, his hips snapping forward, the tip of his head slamming into the entrance of your cervix. He pulled away from the heated kiss for a moment, his hand moving to the bottom of your chin, his fingers gripping the underside of your jaw, keeping your mouth open. You watched him through glazed eyes, his tongue sticking out, a trail of saliva oozing out, drooling into the open space of your mouth. You felt the warmth of his spit hit the back of your throat, a small amount dribbling down the corner of your lips, a whimper eliciting from you as you swallowed the substance. "Mine.." He mumbled, his eyes glued to the side of your face. "F-fuck.."

His thrusts grew sloppier, his movements stuttering, his impending release growing nearer and nearer, his high begging to overcome him. "Fuck.. I-I'm gonna cum.. I'm gonna.. F-fuck.. Y-you want it? You want my cum, baby?" Muffled moans spilled from your mouth, your body moving on its own accord, your hips grinding against his own, desperately seeking the release that was so close for you too. "Y-yes! Pleasepleaseplease.. Yuuta.. Please, please fill me up.." You begged, your silky cunt clenching around his pulsating cock. "G-gonna cum, baby.." He breathed out, his forehead resting on the crook of your neck. "Gonna give my baby what she wants.." His fingers trembled, the muscles in his arms tensing as he held you in place, the hand wrapped around your throat slowly making its way upwards. He placed two fingers on the top of your head, pushing your head back into the mattress. He moved his hips forward, his length reaching the very end of you, his cock twitching as it spurted thick, creamy ropes of his seed inside you. Your eyes rolled back, a pornographic moan escaping your lips, your mouth agape. Your legs shook as you felt his warm, milky liquid fill you to the brim, his hips lazily moving back and forth, milking himself dry, syncing his movements with the way your pussy spasmed around him, your orgasm overtaking you.

"F-fuck.. Yuuta.." You cried, his lips pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck. He let out a soft groan, the feeling of his seed overflowing inside you, seeping out from where the both of you were connected. Your thighs twitched as you felt the mixture of your fluids leaking from your hole, his cum spilling out, oozing down the backs of your legs, soaking the sheets below. "That's a good girl.." He murmured, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged. "So full.." He whispered, his cock pulsating inside you. "Full of my essence.. Now no one can have you.. No one can take you from me.. Not when you're dripping with my seed.." His hand slid down the front of your body, his palm pressing against the soft flesh of your lower abdomen, a small, satisfied hum escaping his lips as he felt the way his semen was trapped deep inside you. "Now you have no choice.. No choice but to stay by my side.."

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