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adorablele · 2 years

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RUMOR HAS IT ♡ N.YT

anon requested: Could u maybe do a yuta one? Hmm, maybe like a classroom crush type of deal? I’m sorry if its too confusing lol

⇢ pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader ⇢ genre: fluff, highschool!au, classroom!au, classmates!au ⇢ word count: 1700 ⇢ summary: you thought it was another successful day of avoiding Yuta, but he manages to break the streak by trapping you in a classroom. ⇢ a/n: no bby, it wasn’t confusing at all. this turned out longer than I intended, but I hope this is to your liking <3

Just one more minute.

You eyed the clock as the second hand ticked past 30 seconds. You could feel the heat of his gaze on the back of your head, but you did your best to relax your shoulders and resist the urge to turn around. Your leg started to bounce as the hand ticked closer and closer and closer until-

RIIIINGG!!

“Alright, I want the reports by Monday. Have a good weekend!” your teacher announced, though she barely uttered the last word before you bolted out of the classroom.

Sighing in relief you sank in one of the seats in the classroom designated for student body meetings. After catching your breath, you prepared all your notes as the rest of the students started filing in.

“It’s alright, I got it,” you reassured your vice president.

“Are you sure you don’t need help? We’ve done cleaning duty together for the past few weeks,” Taeyong frowned, knowing that you despised having to clean.

Patting him on the shoulder, you smiled, “it’s fine, Tae, I got this.”

“I’m just saying,” he picked up his bag, “it’ll be faster with two people.”

You waved him off, “Go home!”

He gave you a small salute and walked out the open door.

Usually, you’d accept his help considering his words were true about it going by faster, but today, you wanted to be alone. You sighed as you plugged your earbuds into your ears and started to prep all the cleaning supplies that you needed. Humming, you started to lightly groove to the music as you wiped down the desks.

It was another successful day of avoiding him. Your heart starts to feel heavy as you recall the countless times that you’ve walked in the other direction whenever you saw him in the hall, or when you actively engaged in a conversation with another classmate to avoid talking to him, or how you’ve been managing to get someone to cover your tutoring sessions with Yuta.

You straighten your back and start to vigorously rub at the desk in front of you. This was for the best. You just needed some time and space away from him in order for you to move on. So what if it’s been two weeks―about to be three―and you’re still yearning to be in the comfort of his arms, or that you miss the way he would poke at you when he was bored in your tutoring sessions, or the way you constantly find your eyes trailing to him whenever he isn’t looking.

You’ll get over it soon. You nod determinedly at the shiny desk in front of you. It’s just a little crush.

Suddenly, the door behind you loudly shuts causing you to jump and turn around.

Out of all the people standing there, you did not expect to see Yuta Nakamoto. Yet, there he was, standing in all his glory as the rays from the setting sun shot through the windows, creating a beautiful glow around him. You hated that it made your stomach flutter.

“You’re still here,” he says, sharp eyes staring at you.

As if it’s a magnet, you stare back. “Yeah, I’m cleaning today.”

He slowly nodded, taking a moment to gaze around the empty classroom, “You’ve been doing that a lot lately.”

You cleared your throat and took that as an opportunity to throw away the wipe you were using and grab another one. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him make his way over to the teacher’s desk in the front. He picked up a stack of papers and shuffled through them.

“Well, as president, it’s my responsibility to make sure our school is in order.”

He raised a brow at your words, looked up at you, and shot you a look that clearly said he didn’t believe you. He also knew that you hated cleaning up. Mostly from all the times that you would complain to him about all the tasks you needed to do when he would “help” you clean―though his “helping” was more like accompanying since he would sit at the teacher’s desk and go on his phone.

“Mhm,” he hummed, returning his gaze back down to the papers.

Throwing away the wipe you were using, you picked up the bottle of Windex and a roll of paper towels.

“I see you’re alone today,” he comments, “where’s Tae?”

You slightly pause at the nickname he used. Deciding not to comment on the slight mocking tone he had, you replied, “He went home.”

Again, Yuta hums. You hear him place down the papers. He’s walking around, but you can hear his footsteps getting closer to you.

“He’s not helping you today?” he asks, taking the bottle of Windex from the desk you placed it on.

“Nope,” you told him, trashing the used paper towel.

You turned to him expectantly, “Can I get the Windex?”

All Yuta did was stare at you with those deep brown eyes that you loved to get lost in. You almost did, but you focused back on reality when he stepped forward.

“Why have you been avoiding me, y/n?”

“Avoiding you? I’ve just been busy,” you shrugged, reaching for the Windex.

“Busy?” he asks, holding up the Windex out of your reach and glancing at it, “Busy…cleaning?”

You clicked your tongue, jumped up, and grabbed the bottle.

“Yes, I’ve been cleaning,” you said indignantly.

He was silent as you finished cleaning the remaining windows. After tossing the last paper towel in the trash, you went to the teacher’s desk to put the papers back in its place since Yuta rummaged through them.

“Y/N.”

Your name dripped from his tongue like honey causing your knees to weaken.

“Yeah?” you ask, straightening a pile of papers.

“Look at me.” He sounded closer.

You fixed the last pile of papers and took a moment before turning around. He stood barely a foot away from you. You tried to calm your breathing as his eyes locked on yours.

“You never answered my question,” he frowned. You swallowed as he closed the distance between the two of you. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

Just as you opened your mouth to spew out more excuses, he narrowed his eyes, “and don’t try to bullshit me either.”

You closed your mouth and stared at the floor. What were you supposed to tell him? Were you supposed to confess that you were heartbroken at seeing him with some other person at the bookstore when the two of you were supposed to meet up for coffee? Were you supposed to tell the one thing you looked forward to in the morning was him leaning against your locker with messy hair that you’ve given up trying to convince him to fix? Were you supposed to say that you couldn’t face him anymore without wishing that he would look at you as someone more than just a friend?

When you didn’t reply, he sighed, and took another step forward. You yelped when he pulled you up on the desk, heart racing as he placed a hand on either side of you. There were his eyes again, brown pools of warmth that always fooled you into thinking that there was no one else in the universe but you and him.

He lifts one of his hands to brush against your cheek. His touch was light, warm, and comfortable. You leaned in before you could stop yourself.

“You know,” he whispered, thumb rubbing against your cheek, “I’ve missed you.”

You look up at him, his eyes already trained on yours.

“And I heard a rumor,” he continued, “a rumor that you liked me. That’s why I wanted to meet you two weeks ago.”

Your eyes widen and your stomach drops. He was going to tell you that he didn’t see you the same way. You try to move back, but his other hand slides to the small of your back to hold you in place. Your heart ached at the thought that he wouldn’t be able to hold you like this when he got a girlfriend.

“Later on, Doyoung told me he saw you running out of the bookstore crying. He also told me that you liked me.”

“Yuta-” you started to say. He didn’t have to explain anything to you. It’s not like you were dating him or anything.

He cut you off, thumb sliding over your lips.

“I don't know who she is. She just approached me and asked me to get this comic she couldn’t reach. I was struggling to find the book that you’ve been talking about so I asked her to show me and-”

He sighed. He dropped his hands on the desk, arms on either side of you, and leaned back.

“That’s why I was late, but we didn’t do anything. After she showed me where the book was, I immediately bought it and tried to make it as fast as I could to the cafe. I waited there and texted and called, but you never showed up. Next thing I know, you won’t even look at me.”

Guilt tugs at your heart as you start to see cracks in his brown orbs. He hangs his head low.

“I like you, y/n, a lot,” he confesses before looking back up at you “and it’d be a damn shame if the rumor I heard wasn’t true.”

“Yuta,” you call softly. He closes his eyes as your thumb rubs against his cheek. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, “I’m sorry for being stupid and jumping to conclusions.”

“I thought that you stood me up because you were on a date with someone else. I was heartbroken, devastated which was why I avoided you. I couldn’t look at you and be okay with someone else in your arms.”

He opens his eyes and you smile, “That’s because I like you too.”

His entire being lights up before he narrows his eyes and points an accusatory finger at you, “No bullshit?”

You giggle, pushing away his finger, “No bullshit.”

His face breaks out in a grin and he leans his forehead against yours, “Can I kiss you?”

“What are you waiting for?”

#le.request #nct 127 oneshots #nct oneshots #yuta oneshots #yuta scenarios #yuta fluff #nct 127 scenarios #nct scenarios #nct imagines #yuta imagines #nct 127 imagines #nct fluff #nct 127 fluff

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obsessiveimpulses · 4 months

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Sleepless Nights

summary: yuuta cant stop thinking about you

cw: masturbation, somnophilia , choking, pervert yuuta , cumplay?

an: srry if u couldn't tell by now i clearly have a thing for guys masturbating (is that even a thing .. well is now ig)

☆°•

Everyone had always wondered why Yuuta looked so tired all the time. His big puppy eyes were slightly swollen with deep purple bags resting right beneath his lower lashes.

Everyone always wondered... but you knew why. And the reason? It was much more sinister than the simple lie he gave, "Oh... my mind is always racing before bed."

It was late at night, and you were already fast asleep nestled close to Yuuta. His body just grazed yours as the summer heat lingered in the air.

The heat was no bother for Yuuta though - his thoughts were somewhere else. His lie of "too many things to think about to sleep" was sort of true. He just couldn't stop thinking about fucking you.

You laid there so beautiful to him, your mouth was ajar a little bit of drool seeped out. It made him so happy that no one else got to see this cute vulnerable side of you just him, only him. His eyes gazed down your body starting from your soft lips and followed down your neck. Marks from last night claiming your body trailed down your neck and finally ended in your collarbones.

His eyes trailed further following the curve of your back leading right down to your soft plush ass. He sighed. His view was blocked by your soft cotton panties, and his eyes glistened with hunger as he noticed the lace trimming. He imagined himself crawling over on top of you. Slowly peeling your panties down to reveal your bare butt he would massage your shiny skin with his mouth. His wet spit would remain giving you a glossy look.

Before he knew it, he was softly rutting against the mattress. Small moans poured from his lips. His teeth pierced his bottom lip as he tried to keep quiet; a metallic taste filled his mouth.

Trying to not be loud he covered his mouth with his hand. He wouldn't want to wake his princess from her slumber - no matter how much he'd desire to plow down deep into you. He would never want to corrupt you with his perversion. His ruts became rougher as he became more desperate for your touch. He imagined it was your thighs he was rutting into.

How strange it felt craving for your lust when you were right there. But he couldn't ever tell you how much of a pervert he was. How hard his cock got from just looking at your soft thighs. How much precum spilled from his cock just thinking about the way your hair framed your face as you slept. How could he have such perverted thoughts while you slept peacefully next to him?

He rutted against the bed his dark blue briefs covering his pale cock adding a layer of friction between himself and the rough mattress. His face contorted, furrowing his eyebrows in pleasure, if only you could see him now. How lewd he must look with his hand covering his mouth as he grinded himself against the soft mattress.

The thrill of getting caught rushed into his head. If only you opened your eyes now to see the lewd image beside you. How submissive he must look so desperate for you. You'd make him beg, beg for forgiveness, beg for you to fuck him.

As he grew closer to the edge, his ruts became rougher and harder, almost as though he was trying to fuck a hole into the mattress. He wanted his flesh against your flesh like a fucking animal.

The hand covering his mouth stifled his moans. Although it made it hard to breathe, he enjoyed it. The slight dizzy feeling it gave him made him feel euphoric as his orgasm drew closer. He thought to himself; perhaps he should do this to you so you could feel as good as him. He imagined his long cold fingers around your neck, watching as your face turned red in pleasure. The fabric against his cock became too much for him as the warm feeling grew into a tingle going up the spine of his cock.

His cock throbbed with the visceral overwhelming building of pressure. He wanted, no, needed to cum right now as his eyes rested upon your lips. The world dampened around him as recurring jolts of pleasure ran in and out of his cock. His moans became loud despite the muffling of his hand as he cried out for sweet release. His cock twitched as streams of white seeped out; it began staining his briefs. Beautiful whines and moans sang from his lips, only to become muffled by his hand clasping his face. He continued softly humping the bed, riding out his orgasm as his cock softened.

Slowly, he removed his hand from his mouth. Small pants escaped his mouth followed by winces due to his sensitive cock being brushed against the mattress from his movements. He reached down and scooped his cum up onto his fingers. Proudly, he inspected his cum drenched fingers before lifting them up to your mouth. He gently pushed the tips of his fingers into your mouth. Instinctively, you softly sucked his fingers. Fuck... even unconsciously you knew how to please Yuuta.

His cock hardened once again. Fuck no wonder I can't sleep, he thought.

And so with the bed shaking, the bitter taste in your mouth in the mornings, and the constant morning woods Yuuta had, how couldn't you know?

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koishiro · 5 months

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# - 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Yuji Itadori, Nobara Kugisaki, Yuta Okkotsu, Maki Zenin, Satoru Gojo & Toge Inumaki

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Yuji

Yuji downright catches you two making out completely by accident. He borrowed a copy of a certain manga from megumi and planned to return it so when megumi told him just to bring it to his room to return it when he found the time, he not so subtly stumbled upon his two friends. Megumi was sat on his bed, you comfortably on his lap as sucked faces. His hands were rubbing your bad under your shirt, toying with the strap of your bra. Megumi’s hands moved to your hips to grind you on top of him.

Just as you were about to take the lead - “oh shit” stood at the entrance of your boyfriend’s door was non other than Yuji, eyes wide as he took in the position of you both. It took a few seconds of stuttered and jumbled up words only for megumi to grab a pillow and throw it in Yuji direction “piss off! Why don’t you knock next time?!” Narrowly missing the attack, yuji bent down to place the manga on the floor before quickly scurrying off in the furthest direction, “I’m so telling Gojo Sensei!”

Nobara

Nobara can tell straight off the bat just simply from the way you smile. “Why’re you smiling so damn much?” She’d ask, knowing damn well why. “Don’t I always smile this much?” Normally she’d agree until she sees the way your eyes flicker over to the table behind her, already imagining the love-stricken face a certain dark haired boy held. The next clue was the your reaction to a notification sounding on your phone, nearly diving for the device and soon followed by an even wider smile. “You’re practically glowing, you fucked already huh” whipping your head towards your friend you fumble over your words as a hue of pink stains your face - a dead giveaway. “that’s a sex glow if I’ve ever seen one”

Yuta

He is the one who keeps his nose out of everyone's business but even he couldn't help but feel intrigued when he noticed that Megumi had your scent on him one morning. Tasked with training with the first years, he was paired with Megumi. Battling back and forth caused the two to be within close proximity to each other, allowing Yuta to notice the whiff of perfume on Megumi’s uniform. Strange, where had he smelt that before? He’d find it strange how strong the scent was and took it upon himself to find out.

His opportunity arose on his walk through the school’s gardens, nearly knocking heads with you before he caught himself. Yuta didn’t even have time to open his mouth before a certain scent practically punched him in the face. And it certainly didn’t help when he was sat between you both on the field, overwhelmed with the mix of smells. “Do you guys swap deodorant or something?” Megumi just scrunched his eyebrows in frustration, his attention taken away from his book, “what the hell are you talking about now?” The irritation was clear in his voice as Yuta’s eyes flickered between you two. “You two smell like each other, why? You sleeping in the same bed or somethin’?”

Maki

Ohohoho she knew. Maki’s not stupid, she can see the way you both steal glances at each other, the secret smiles in the hallways, the ‘slick’ passing of notes… so when you start making excuses on days you’re due to train together she knew exactly where you’d be. “I’m really sorry but my mum asked me to head into Kyoto later to get something for her” another one of your white lies bled through your teeth. She just raised an eyebrow to your poor excuse. “A-ha, you heading there with your boytoy?” This of course caused you to trip over your words- “wha-I don’t-boyfriend? What’s that?” Only to receive a deadpan face in return.

Not only was that embarrassing enough but you just had to run into her in the hallways of your school - no less holding hands with your ‘boytoy’. “Oi name!” You heard from the other end of the hall, and unfortunately for megumi, causing your instincts to kick in. Quickly snatching your hand from his grasp you shoved him into a nearby classroom (hopefully not currently in use) followed by a crash bang - the tell tale signs of an upcoming injury and whiny boyfriend. “What was that?” Although she knew full well what - or who - that was. “Nothing! You’re seeing things!” You spat out in a panic. “Uh-huh, well tell megumi to come out when he has time, he has training with Gojo Sensei”

Gojo & Toge

Toge, the bastard, even though his speech fails him that doesn’t stop him from becoming the school’s gossip queen. Toge would be the one to tell everyone in the school group chat which of course includes Gojo which also leads the entirety of Japan to find out. And Gojo, oho Gojo, he’d make it his life mission to involve himself as much as possible in Megumi’s life. They’d actually work together; Toge would gather information and pass it on to his Sensei only for Gojo to use it against his son. They’d have their little gossip sesh during class of course, absolutely no shame whatsoever. But the way they found out was unfortunately unforgettable.

Walking into class after hours to get his pencil case that he mistakenly forgotten, Toge only walked in to find you sat on megumi’s desk with the boy sat on his chair with his head on your lap. Megumi had a girlfriend? Toge was almost convinced that he wasn’t into girls seeing as he paid no attention or care to the opposite sex. Oh how wrong he was. Of course he took a picture, what else was he supposed to do? Walk away? “Oh and what’s this?” Behind him of course was non other than the infamous six eyes - also his teacher. “Little Megumi’s not so little anymore huh”. If anyone were to see them they’d surely come off as creeps with Gojo’s tall frame shadowing Toge’s, both peeking through the screen door of the classroom. “Send me that picture won’t you?” Fortunately for them they didn’t make themselves noticeable, unfortunately for you word spread the next day.

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=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : I feel like I’m forgetting someone…

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

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paithology · 3 months

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𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙀𝙓 ☆ ݁ ⋆

- What it's like to wake up next to your loving boyfriend.

Content warnings: Overstimulation, breeding, cnc

Men who appreciate every day they get to wake up to your gorgeous face and just love sharing a bed with you overall. Making sure your pussy is easily accessible to him at all times.

Every morning, the only thought that plagues his mind is your tank top stuck to your skin, exposing your nipples, the flush of your ass against your lacy panties, and the desperate look on your face when you wake up. It gives him a throbbing urge to sink his cock into your pussy.

He’d start with his hands wandering everywhere. from his arms wrapped around your waist to gripping your ass and rubbing you through your panties.

Pulling them to the side to reveal your wet pussy. The feeling of his cock teasing your folds before he slides his cock in makes you whimper.

He can’t help but groan when your juices flow out as he pushes inside of you. You're just so wet. He loves fucking you from the side because it only makes his thrust deeper, hitting your spot every time.

He tries to silence your cries by shoving his tongue down your throat as you babble and whine about how you can't take much more. Your eyes are filling with pleasurable tears, and your mouth is welling with drool from overstimulation from the way the head of his cock hits your sweet spot nonstop.

He rubs small circles onto your clit, ass swaying from the sheer force of his hips. He begins to get so lost in the feeling of your pussy that he fucks you till he can’t stop. Fucking you through your orgasm His head is in the crook of your neck as he groans at the feeling of you clenching down on his overly sensitive tip.

After what feels like hours, you're reaching back to grip his hair, eyes rolled back. Just begging for him to fill you up again.

Suguru Geto , Choso Kamo, Yuta Okkotsu, Aki Hayakawa, Renji Abarai, Reno Sinclar

Work of: Paige, do not copy.

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bxddiebloss · 4 months

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✦ In which Yuta Okkotsu steps in.

✦ Fluff. Tension. Fighting.

⟡ A/N: This is a part two to the part one, but can also be read as a one shot!

⟡ masterlist

Everyone knows that Yuta is a sweet boy, a golden retriever, if you will. That’s why it’s such a shock when he gets up from the table that he and your friends were sitting at and comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, in a protective manner, which also leads onto what is going to happen next.

Looking at the stranger dead in the eyes, he asks you, “Who’s this, babe?” And the guy looks scared out of his mind because who wouldn’t be scared of a 5’9” guy with dark blue eyes and dark hair? He also looks like he’s never gotten sleep in his life! Maybe he’s secretly a murderer, and he’s not completely wrong about that.

“Oh! Uhm, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were taken!” The stranger replies, which is kind stupid because you’ve been telling him the whole time that you had a boyfriend and he just hasn’t been listening. This man’s ego is probably the biggest thing in the world.

“Really? Then why are you all over my girl when she’s clearly told you off?” Yuta says as his voice becomes deeper. Obviously, this excites you, and it also excites your friends as you hear them whistling and howling in laughter, or in embarrassment? You don’t know. But you do know that Yuta is going to make sure that everyone in the bar knows that your his tonight.

“Listen man! I didn’t really know any better! I thought it was just best to have some fun! I really didn’t know she was taken,” he states as he looks you desperately for help. Whether he gets let go or beat up all depends on you. Yuta then leans down and whispers something in your ear, and you see the stranger in front of you start breathing more heavily.

“Baby, do you wanna let him go or do you want me to show him a lesson for messing with my girl, huh?” Yuta whispers while his hands start roaming on the side of your body.

You really try to think about it, you do, but something just gets you excited when you see your boyfriend fight. You do feel sort of sorry for the stranger, maybe he’ll learn a lesson for the next time he goes to a bar, but maybe he might not even step foot into a bar ever again.

“I want you to show him a lesson, please,” you squeal. And a second later, you’re being passed onto Inumaki and Maki while Yuta rolls his sleeves of his white button up.

A crowd is starting to watch, some drunk and egging Yuta on, while others are looking around, hoping for someone to stop them.

The stranger is now terrified. He lifts his foot to turn around and run away until he’s grabbed by the neck, getting punched straight in the face, nose bleeding.

Everyone is now watching the scene unfold in front of them and they’re chanting “Fight! Fight! Fight!” As Yuta is now on top of the stranger, beating him down. The guy does get a few punches in, but it’s not enough.

A few more seconds pass by until Yuta is being held back by the security. He wipes the blood off of his lips and looks at you with a dangerous smile.

Let’s say that your group got kicked out that night, maybe forever.

#yuta oneshot #yuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #jjk okkotsu

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soxcietyy · 3 months

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i have a requesttttt

we take a shower with yuta or while we are taking a shower, he comes in after this it's not just a shower you know what i mean

I'll be very happy if you do thank you from now

Showers

Yuta x reader nsfw

Keeping it short and sweet :p

When you were about to shower all you could think about is how relaxing it is, feeling the water running down your body and cleaning it. It’s something you looked forward to doing everytime you got home from a long day out. You absolutely loved the water and couldn’t quite decide to shower or bathe but you had plans tonight. You make your way into your room and pick up your towel. It was still warm from you taking it out of the dryer not too long ago. Your couldn’t help but putting your face on it to feel the warmth of it.

When making your way to the bathroom you hear the doorbell ring. You sigh wondering who would be visiting you at this time? Walking to the door you open it to see Yuta standing there.

"Hey are you ready for our movie night?" Yuta asks as you let him inside.

You give him a firm nod before you kiss him on the lips. You had invited your boyfriend over for a movie night and told him to come around eight but he decided to show up early. An hour early.

Grabbing your towel from the couch you walk towards the bathroom once again.

"Your going to shower?! Without me?" Yuta frowns.

"You didn’t bring a change of clothes so I guess I am, unless you want to wear my clothes though I doubt it’ll fit." You smirk at him.

"I’ll just take them off and I’ll throw them in the washer while we shower. Then I’ll just relax with you until there completely dry." He hugs you.

"Okay but is it really just a shower? Everytime we shower together it turns into something else." You rest your hand on your hip.

He ignores your last question and strides towards you pushing you into the restroom with him. Luckily you had spare towels in the bathroom. Yuta would always help you take your clothes off. It was his favorite thing to do other than well you know… He made sure to peel every layer off of you as if he was unwrapping a gift. Full of anticipation every time he removed an article of clothes. When he came to his clothes he quickly took them off as you turned the water on to the right temperature. When he took them off he walked out the bathroom and to the laundry room to have clean clothes. He didn’t mind walking around naked but then how would he get home?

While the water warmed up he came and kiss you. Wrapping his arms around you and kissing your shoulders and anywhere else you allowed him to.

You were the first one to step in but when he saw the steaming water his face was full of concern.

"Are you sure it’s even safe to shower in boiling point temperatures." He sticks his hand in the water as you are getting yourself wet in it.

"You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to." You say as you proceed to run your hands through your hair to get it soaked.

He sighs before getting in right behind you. You laugh as he switches spot with you and squeezes his eyes from how hot the water is.

"Temperatures like these should be illegal to shower in." He continues to complain.

"I like it hot and steamy." You shrug as him.

"If that’s the case then let me show you another way to get hot and steamy." He then proceeded to turn the knobs and change it to a reasonable temperature.

You wack his arm to get him to change it back but he ignores you. Turning his attention back to you he pins you against the wall and kisses you. Shoving his tongue deep inside your mouth as he fonddles with your breast. You groan as you started to feel the hot part he mentioned.

Turning you around he smudges you against the glass making your Brest press firmly on the cold surface. In one quick motioned he slipped inside of you. He squeezes you nipples and pulls on them to get a reaction out of you. You moan as he pulls on them harder.

"Yuta, Im supposed to be getting clean, this is the opposite of that!" You moan as he pulls out and shoved himself back in.

"Don’t worry I’ll clean you right after I use you." He said as both of your wet skins began to slap each other repeatedly. His long member slid out of you so easily from how soaked you were. Your knees buckled as he ruined you. You could feel how his arms held you up so you wouldn’t fall.

He was gentle with you but at the same time he made sure to bury himself deep inside of you. You try to get a grip on anything but the humidity of the room made it quite impossible. Grabbing both of your arms he pulled you back and put you under the water. You gasp at the sudden displacement letting out a cry.

"Are you trying to drowned me?" You say.

"I’m just making sure your cleanse, now relax so we can both finish soon." He laughs.

Taking you back out the water he continued to use you. Moving your body up and down his shaft for his pleasure. You knew this wasn’t going to be a normal shower the second he asked to join. Still you let him in and now you were paying the price. He somehow had a way of convincing you to do things.

Not that you hated this but it was supposed to be a short shower after all. Knowing your boyfriend you were going to get busy after the movie. There isn’t just one round when it came to him.

By the time you were on the edge you were biting your lips and rolling your eyes. Your legs shook as you orgasmed all over him.

"Fuck, why do you have to make the sexiest faces." He said as he slowly dropped you carefully on the ground and began to jerk himself off.

With a few pumps of him member he came all over your face. You moan as you decided to clean his member for him with your mouth. He wiped a bit off of your cheek before kissing your head. He could tell your mind was cloudy right now so he took the advantage to shower. After he was done he turned it back up to your scorching hot temperature and began to clean you up. He loved seeing how he fucked you so dumb that at the end that needed help with the most simplest tasks.

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deathc-re · 3 months

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i've been influenced by the yandere! yūta stans and i've been thinking!

thinking about how yan!yuta sits outside your window, looking in with newly bought binoculars, shamelessly watching you with a painfully hard cock. how he barley even thinkings before fishing it out of his pants and into his warm, soft, hand pumping oh so slowly.

how he loves when you move around your room in barely any clothes, practically naked just for him.

how he quickly replaces his binoculars with a camera to capture how you grope your own chest, deep in thought over whatever you're studying.

how he breathes your name, his fist getting faster as he watches you chew a pen cap, trying to imagine the feeling of your mouth around his length.

he's such a loser, poor baby, he can barely keep him sounds in when he finally cums. his whole body trembles but he refuses to screw his eyes shut, wanting to savor every second he can looking at you be so peaceful.

#[moon's mind]#x reader #yuta okkotsu #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk yuta #yuta smut #yandere yuta #x reader smut #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #yandere smut #jjk headcanons #yuta oneshot #yandere yuta okkktsu #stalker yuta #reader insert

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yuutasdream · 22 days

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how would yuuta be when he realizes hes fallen in love with u ⁉️⁉️

: ̗̀➛𝕬𝖒 𝕴 𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 ꨄ︎

Yuta and you started off as friends, your bond growing stronger with each passing day. You shared laughs, inside jokes, and countless memories, forming a connection that felt unbreakable. Yet, you couldn't shake off the growing feelings you had for Yuta.

One day, unable to contain your emotions any longer, you mustered up the courage to confess your feelings to Yuta. Heart pounding, palms sweating, you poured your heart out, laying bare the depth of your affection. "Yuta, I... I have something to tell you," you stammered, trying to find the right words. "I've developed feelings for you. I really care about you, more than just as a friend." you held out a chocolate as a gesture to show appreciation.

Yuta's expression softened as he listened, his eyes reflecting surprise and perhaps a hint of uncertainty. "I... I appreciate your honesty," he replied, his voice gentle yet conflicted. "But I need some time to think about this. I value our friendship so much, and I don't want to do anything to ruin it."

With those words, Yuta's response hung in the air, leaving you with a mix of hope and trepidation. Though his rejection stung, you respected his need for time to process his feelings. “also... I'm leaving the next week..” yuta noted adding salt on the scar. “oh it's okay... Have fun at your trip” you both parted away each one on his own.

Yet even after all or that yuta kept in touch with you even after what happened not wanting to make things awkward nor break the friendship he loved the most. The friendship between you and him.

As Yuta continued his journey, he couldn't shake off the growing feeling of emptiness without you by his side. He missed the jokes and your vibes. The picturesque landscapes and exciting adventures seemed to lose their luster in your absence. Each passing day felt like a struggle, a constant reminder of how much he longed to share these moments with you.

Then came the fateful day when he received the message from his best friend toge telling him about your broken phone. It hit him like a wave, leaving him feeling stranded and disconnected. Suddenly, the simple act of hearing your voice or seeing your messages became a distant dream, leaving a void in his heart that nothing else could fill.

Days turned into nights filled with restless thoughts of you, of the conversations he could have had, the jokes you could have shared. It was in those moments of solitude that Yuta realized just how much you meant to him, how your presence had become an important part of his life.

Unable to bear the separation any longer, Yuta made a spontaneous decision to cut his trip short and return back to jujutsu high. The place he knew that he'll find you there. The journey back felt like an eternity, each passing mile fueling his determination to see you again.

Arriving at your dorm's door unexpectedly, his heart pounded with a mix of nerves and excitement. When you opened the door, surprise etched across your face, Yuta's breath caught in his throat. But as he looked into your eyes, all his fears melted away, replaced by a sense of purpose.

"I missed you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with raw emotion. “miss me..? It's been only a couple of days” you said flattered not knowing how to express your feelings looking at all of the souvenirs he got you to express his love.

You welcomed him inside, and as you sat together, Yuta poured his heart out. "Being away from you made me realize how much you mean to me," he admitted, his gaze never wavering from yours. "I can't imagine my life without you, and I just had to come back and tell you... I love you." the way the words poured out of his mouth you were still in shock.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his heartfelt words, feeling the weight of his love enveloping you. "I love you too, Yuta," you whispered, a smile breaking through the tears wrapping your arms around him. You were really happy that he finally realized his feelings and got certain about it. “next time I promise to book you a flight with me..” he said giggling, “I want nothing to break us apart”

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of your embrace, Yuta knew that no distance or obstacle could ever diminish the love he felt for you. And as he held you close, he knew that home wasn't a place—it was wherever you were, in your arms.

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hesbambi · 1 year

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bubblegum brat.

❝such a dumb little thing. only thinking with your pussy❞

pairing; yuta x (f) reader

genre/warnings; smut… profanity, sexy business yuta, oral (m) receiving (aka face-fucking), allusions of masochism/sadism, mentions of gum, cum eating, crying from pleasure/frustration, edging (lots of it), reader calls yuta daddy once and yuta loves calling reader a brat (duh)

summary; y/n is bored. why not bother yuta? what y/n didn’t know was that the pink bubblegum she chewed would end up in the trash and her on yuta’s lap.

word count; 1.8k (a Record…!)

authors note; my first long drabble / one-shot in a while. i promised you all something and i hope this makes up for me not being active as much anymore. forgive me angels. hope you enjoy it, please let me know if you do!!!

YUTA HATES BRATS.

at least that's what he wants to believe. because even as much as he says he does, yuta still keeps up with you.

there's something so arousing about him putting you back in your place that makes you go a little dumb. you'd purposely go into his office while he's working and he'd look so sexy on the phone, manspreading and twirling that pen of his. eyebrows furrowed and his jacket disregarded which only left him in a plain white shirt and slacks. yuta is sexy, and he knew it. what he didn't know was that you had made a plan in that little brain of yours to get his attention. yuta surely wouldn’t call it thinking with your brain but instead thinking with your slutty cunt. and sure, he was busy, but you've been alone for so long, misbehaving was the least of your worries.

entering his office as quietly as you could, just sitting on his couch and staring. not affected by your starting, yuta offers a pretty smile and goes back on the phone. then you go on to sighing and tapping your feet, which yuta only gives u a look and tells you to quiet down. frustrated, you left the room, making him believe you had walked out of the office for good, leaving him confused until you came back with nothing more than pink bubble gum in your mouth. yuta knew what you were doing the second you stepped into his office again. he debated holding off his call and putting you in your place or giving you the benefit of the doubt. he chose the latter.

yuta was clearly wrong for doing so since it seemed like your mouth was capable of something else other than talking back and sucking his cock. you start blowing bubbles, and seeing yuta stare at you with such intense irritation, gave you the chills as heat pooled where you needed him most. since he was still on the phone, he managed to call you over with just two of his fingers.

although excited and shameless at first, you started to feel a sense of regret, knowing how harsh yuta can truly get when you don't abide by his rules. he points for you to kneel in front of him as you reach his desk. you follow mindlessly, finding nothing more than satisfaction in seeing him pay attention to you, even if he was angry. yuta still converses with whoever was on the other line. he extends his hands, creating a cupping motion under your chin, expecting you to drop the gum from your mouth onto the palm of his hand. when he doesn't feel any movement, yuta looks back down, rage glosses his eyes, and disbelief at your unrelenting brattiness.

"i'll call you back," yuta exclaims shortly with a huff to the other line. you don't hear him utter another word, not to you or whoever he was calling. yuta only squishes your cheeks together, creating a pout on your face and mouth slightly widened. even if he doesn't say it, you know what he’s waiting for, the pink gum to drop out. but instead of submitting and spitting it out, you close your eyes and whine, trying to make him let go of your cheeks.

“spit it out, you fucking brat.” yuta doesn’t let his hands leave your face. the grip becoming rougher and making your mouth widen. the tighter his grip got and the angrier his features his face started to form, and your heat trembled in want, making you rub your thighs together.

you know you’re pushing him and stretching his limits, it's what you want. you want him to put you in your place, for him to mark you up and make you feel good in places yuta only gets to feel and touch. yuta couldn’t find you any dumber. although he was amused that you let the act go for so long, he’s surprised you think he’ll give in so quickly. he knew you were acting like a brat just to get his attention and make him see red.

he doesn’t give up. instead of smushing your cheeks together, he lets them go and pinches your nose with his thumb and forefinger. shocked, you stare at him, seeing a smirk on his face. yuta knew you weren’t expecting him to get the upper hand. due to the lack of oxygen, you opened your mouth slightly. but even with the smallest movement, yuta takes the chance to bring his other hand in your mouth and take the gum out.

“you’re not so smart, are you baby? such a dumb little thing, only thinking with your pussy, hm?” yuta sneers, bending down to your face, getting at your level. you don’t even see him throw away the pink gum, instead focusing on the heat settling on your lower abdomen, your body perking in excitement from his rough hands gripping the base of your neck and pulling your hair. tilting your head back, your eyes find themselves at the back of your head.

the slightest touch from his hands could make you shiver in need and yearn for him more deeply than before. yuta knows. a man with power in his hands to destroy you, he would know, he has to. yuta doesn’t even need to say it, unzipping his trousers with the hand that is not gripping your hair. your mouth salivates with the idea of having him in your mouth. your senses becoming aware of what's to come as yuta shimmies down his undergarments just briefly to pull out his cock.

yuta is known not to show much emotion even if he was in the most stressful situations. which is why you shouldn’t be so shocked to see him be as turned on as you are. his cock in your line of vision, almost erect with his arousal tempting to drip down his shaft. unconsciously, a whine releases from your throat notifying the man sitting in front of you how desperate you were for him.

“i know baby, i know. you want me to use that pretty mouth of yours, right?” yuta mocks you. although your knees started to hurt and your neck hurt at the angle he has you, you nod. you want to be his pretty whore. “please daddy, jus’ want your cock please,” you whine out, already widening your mouth to be filled up by him. yuta is nothing short of pleased. he doesn’t take much time debating if you deserve it, he knows he’ll punish you sooner than later.

he takes no time filling up your mouth. although you’ve taken him a number of times, his girth and size always seem to amaze you. his tip finds its way through your mouth, suffocating you in the best way possible. eyes tearing up at your gagging and the lack of oxygen. albeit painful, there’s a pleasure to see yuta throw his head back, groan at the way your tongue touched him in the right places, and see him lose control, lifting his hips up into your mouth while gripping your head. he loved face-fucking you, and you couldn’t complain.

his hips seemed to fasten up their pace, groans becoming more recurring as the grip on your hair tightens. usually, yuta was a man of extending pleasure and making you cum first. it shouldn’t have surprised you when he released in your mouth with a long and extended groan of your name. waves of heat and pleasure simmer into your pussy at the sight. you needed him, and you needed him now.

with a sigh, yuta moves your mouth off his cock and demands you to “swallow it all.” unable to fight back against his demand, you do as he said, even showing off your cum-free mouth to show him how good you are. you seem to think he forgot the stunt you pulled a few moments ago, rejoicing at the fact that he starts manhandling you up onto his lap and your upper half on his desk. lifting up the skirt you had on, finding you panty-less and dripping. yuta growls at the sight of your pussy that yearns for his touch. you moan at his subtle touches, whining when you understand he’s purposefully not touching your clit. instead, he delicately goes around your mound, spreading the wetness. you couldn’t take it anymore, surprising yuta with your quick ability to lean forward, wrap your arms around his neck, and kiss him.

he would have never admitted it to your face, but he loved the way your mouth tastes like the pink bubblegum he forcefully took out of your mouth. but he couldn’t let this brat act of yours go for any longer. his pointer and middle finger found their way onto your clit, purposefully circling the nerve harshly making you detach from his mouth to emit whines. he kept going until your legs started shaking, your back arching, and your moans started getting louder and higher-pitched.

your mind started getting fuzzy, body preparing to cum at any moment. until it didn’t. at the sudden stop, you open your eyes to see yuta staring intensely at you with anger, amusement, and lust brimming his eyes. without muttering a word, he starts up again, even thrusting his fingers in your weeping hole just slightly enough to feel something but not get off on. this time, instead of stopping his movements, you feel a harsh slap on your pussy. yuta finds it amusing at the way you let out a gasp of shock, pain, and pleasure. it ruins your orgasm but it feels too good to tell yuta to stop.

and it goes on just like this. yuta teetering the line between bringing you pleasure and diminishing the pleasure with pain. you can’t count the number of times yuta does it, all you can do is whine, scream, and become wetter at the releases you almost have. “please,” you whisper, eyes watering at the pleasure you're gaining from the pain. you don’t have to say another word because yuta understands you, he understands you too well. “no.” he finalizes, shaking his head in amusement as tears bring your eyes at the lack of release on your part.

yuta is the only man who has brought you this much pleasure without cumming. the only person who can destroy you with just his fingers and words, with his stare that makes you weak in the knees. who makes you pliant and yearn for his touch in a second. yuta can break you into pieces and kiss you right after to fix you. a lover who always teetered on pain and pleasure.

his fingers started back up again, plunging into your hole. you shake your head and gargle a whine out of your throat at the fact that you knew him well enough to know he wasn’t done with your punishment. yuta smiles at your state. bringing his mouth closer to yours, a few centimeters away from kissing you, he whispers.

“that’s what you get for being a brat.”

#nct yuta #nct 127 #yuta nakamoto #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct yuta smut #yuta smut #nct oneshot #nct drabbles #nakamoto yuta smut #wormythoughtswithh #grins i had this in my drafts for too long #literally since october

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yeoosaangg · 6 months

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No Friendship || Kinktober - Day 27

pairing ▸ nakamoto yuta × f!reader

now playing ▸ okay - chase atlantic

⤷ ❝don't wanna mess this up, there's too much on the line.❞

genre ▸ college au, bsf!yuta, fwb, smut

warnings ▸ thigh fucking, choking, marking, quick sex

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You were having fun at a random frat boy's birthday bash, dancing with some guy your roommate introduced to you.

You've had a couple drinks and smoked half a blunt, but had more than enough energy to last the entire night.

The guy gets a little handsy, but you don't mind since your goal was to hopefully get laid.

Your best friend wasn't having it, though.

Yuta: That's enough for you. Come with me.

The guy was going to tell Yuta off, but his icy glare makes him back off.

Y/n: Yuyu! Where've you been?

Your words are slightly slurred, but it's still coherent enough to understand.

Yuta: Was talking with Johnny about a job opportunity. What were you doing?

Y/n: Dancing!

Yuta: Uh huh... Let's get you some water and I'll take you upstairs.

You giggle, not minding being dragged up the stairs and into someone else's bedroom.

Y/n: Are you gonna fuck me, Yuta?

He rolls his eyes and hands you a water bottle.

He forgets just how horny you get when you've partied too hard. He remembers you begging to suck him off at the last party so he let you have your fun.

But you weren't as far gone as you are now.

Yuta: I'm not fucking you.

You whine, sitting up and pulling him closer by his belt loop. You takes his fingers into your mouth and suck on them while maintaining eye contact.

Y/n: I'll be a very good girl.

Yuta: Still not fucking you, so drop it.

Y/n: Then I'll go find someone who will!

You push passed him and open the door, but Yuta slams it shut.

Yuta: Stop being a fucking brat. You're cross-faded. That's why I'm not gonna fuck you.

You wrap your arms around his neck and jump on him. Your legs sit perfectly on his hips, his hands holding your ass so you don't fall.

Y/n: I thought we had a talk about this when we started fucking. It's even on paper.

Yeah, but it doesn't make it right.

Y/n: You don't even have to stick it in.

Yuta: I don't?

You shake your head and kiss all over his face.

Y/n: Why don't we just have intercrural sex?

Say what?

Yuta: What the fuck is that?

Y/n: You know, like if you were to fuck my tits but it's my thighs instead.

Oh.

Well, it's certainly a better option.

Yuta: Are you sure?

You nod, catches his lips in a gentle kiss.

Yuta: Fine. Hop off and get naked.

You do as you're told and help him out of his clothes.

You lock the door before crawling into the stranger's bed. You apologize in advance for your dirty actions, but you're not really sorry.

Yuta lays behind you, cock slotting between your thighs.

The friction was dry for the most part until his cock slid against your folds for a few seconds.

Y/n: Oh, fuck.

Yuta: Be good and I might just fuck you.

Y/n: Yes, Sir.

He repositions himself in your thighs and ruts his hips against your ass.

The way his cock sends tingles up your legs has you melting in his arms. His hand tightens around your throat as he kisses the nape of your neck.

His leaking tip gives him more than enough lubricant for his cock to slide effortlessly between your thighs.

You moan, choking a bit due to his fingers pressing lightly on the sides of your neck. He honestly didn't expect to get this aroused, but he likes it.

Y/n: You gonna cum for me, Sir?

Yuta: Where do you want my cum, baby?

Y/n: Inside me.

Yuta: Yeah? Think you deserve it?

Y/n: Yes. I deserve to be filled like a slut.

Yuta: Not like a slut, like my slut.

You gasp in surprise when his cock "accidentally" slips passed your entrance and hits your most desired spot.

He switches positions, kneeling right behind you. He pushes your head deep into the pillows to muffle your screams of pleasure.

You desperately grab at the sheets, walls clenching around him. Goosebumps decorate your entire body right before your vision blurs.

He pounds into your aching cunt, cum spilling deep inside you.

He pulls out and cleans your pussy with his tongue. He even lets you get a taste with a deep kiss.

Yuta: Feeling better, baby?

Y/n: Much better. Can we rest before going back out?

Yuta: Sure. Just don't make it obvious that we fucked. This is Jaehyun's room.

That sobers you up.

There's no fucking way.

Y/n: My brother?!

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a/n: LMAO, i'm insane. also, this is probably the shortest thing i've ever written ო̤̫ oh well!! thanks for reading ‹𝟹

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luvyutae · 1 year

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under his spell| lee jeno

Pairing; playboy jeno x nerdy reader

WARNING; smut!

Jeno pounded into you harder as you moaned his name. You had never felt anything like this before in your life, and you were so close to cumming that you could feel it running down the inside of your thighs as he fucked you. He was so big inside of you, you couldn't believe how good it felt.

Jeno was your average playboy in school and you, you were nothing but study a freak who fell for his charms. What was supposed to be ‘tutoring jeno with math studies’ turned into ‘corrupted and fucked by THE Lee Jeno’.

He was literally fucking you so hard that your glasses fell off your face

"oh fuck! Jeno ... fuck me harder" you screamed out as you were getting closer to your first orgasm. Your legs shook from the sudden rush of pleasure and you grabbed onto him tightly.

You came all over his dick, spraying him with your juices as he continued pounding into you.

Jeno pulled out, letting his cum spill out of your pussy.

“I want more” and just like that jeno had you wrapped around his finger.

Jeno chuckled “look at you, all fuck out and breathless” he caressed your cheek. “Please jeno”

You were a begging mess. But as you wished, jeno fucked you more.

That night he fucked you until you were screaming and begging for mercy.

#jeno fanfic #jeno smut #jeno oneshot #jeno imagines #nct smut #wayv smut #nct127 smut #nct #nctdream smut #johnny smut #yuta smut #haechan smut #jaehyun smut

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kairiscorner · 4 months

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while you were sleeping . . .

🍰 genre: fluff ~

💭 summary: at a late phone call session with your best friend yuuta okkotsu, you both admit to something that changes the world you both live in–it changes him, and he couldn't even begin to express how happy it makes him, how whole you make him.

🎧 song inspo: while you were sleeping by laufey

the young boy's evening routine of calling you every night for you before lights out at the dorms had a slight change in the air to it, maybe it was just another humid afternoon for him, or maybe it was just another chilly night for you.

either way, there was something enchanting about the minute you opened your camera and smiled, greeting him sleepily as the pull of fatigue from the day's events came to bring you to a world of slumber. yuuta grinned himself seeing you curled up under the covers, with you staring back at him with a bashful smile drawn on your face.

"is it cold there?" he asked you as you chuckled lightly under your breath, slowly nodding. "it's december already, so..." you mentioned in a gentle whisper that could barely be heard, but to yuuta, it was a firm reminder of how long he had been away from his home, from his friends, from... you.

his smile faltered a bit, and he looked away from your face when you pointed that out. "true, true. but, hey, it won't be long now; i'll come back before you know it, and, maybe then i can help you warm up. i'll buy you something, a nice coat, perhaps?" he mused, not exactly asking you, but picturing in his mind's eye what kinds of colors you'd like, were he to gift you a coat or a scarf, if you ever needed one.

you pressed your lips together and knitted your eyebrows, pouting at his notion of gifting you something. "not that i don't like gifts from you, i just... want you to know that, y'know, you coking home is enough, yuu," you mutter out that last bit, your eyes a bit downcast as yuuta, in turn, looks at you through the screen–a tint of red across his cheeks. he was always easy to fluster, despite his now aloof appearance.

"you think so?"

"i know so," you asserted, looking back to see his now flushed face, giggling in response. "yuu, what's wrong? is it warm over there?" "it... kinda got warm after what you said," he mumbled out, stumbling over his words as all he could think of right now was how excited you probably were to see him in person once more.

your eyes remained focused on him, and his eyes remained glued onto you–there was a palpable tension in the air between you two, but what yuuta was grateful for the most was that you thought of him, remembered him, noticed him an ocean away.

"yuuta," you whispered, the dark haired boy immediately turning to look at you, giving you his undivided attention. "yeah?" he asked, his eyes wide and his cheeks pink. you smiled wider as the heat in your cheeks worsened; how could your past self ever believe you were finally going to say this?

with a deep breath, you uttered, "...i've loved you for the longest time," and then, silence followed those words. those words suddenly parted the world that you two shared, the world that once marked your friendship, your camaraderie–but then, it changed it into something greater.

those words not only shifted what was once normal for you two, but also built a bridge between you both. your confession changed everything, and... for the first time in your life, you had no second thoughts, no regrets, and nothing else you wanted to keep hidden from him.

yuuta's mouth went dry and agape, his eyes widened once more, and the blush on his face reached up to the tips of his ears, down to the base of his neck. "r-really...?" he stammered out in a soft voice. only a person truly special to the boy would be capable of making him, a special grade sorcerer, embarrassed and flustered beyond all recognition. and it made you even shier, how sweet.

you nodded and covered your lips, a smile breaking out as you felt all giddy at his reaction. his open mouth slowly curved into a grin, then, into a full blown smile. he ran his mouth for a little while, asking you all sorts of questions in a matter of seconds.

why? when? how? he wanted to know... everything, and everything, he wanted to give you. yuuta had never been able to fully articulate it before, it was just so hard, to put a label on these sensations he felt whenever you talked to him, walked with him, or slept on call with him... it always felt different, but he could never really name it, until that morning for you–3:30 AM, while you slowly drifted to sleep, yuuta okkotsu had been enlightened.

yuuta okkotsu was in love with you.

yuuta loved you.

"th-this is... amazing! i-i can't, i can't believe it, i-i... i love you, t-too," he muttered, a dorky smile on his face. he didn't care if anyone saw him, looking like an idiot, grinning as he talked on the phone, all lovestruck and smitten for you. however, your response to him was an involuntary snore.

yuuta looked at the screen, and saw that... you slept. maybe talking at half past 3 in the morning wasn't a good idea, but hey, at least the whole world was yours for the night; and he loved it, every single second of you two being the only people in the world, even for a few minutes.

"...good night, dearest... i love you, okay?" he whispered as he smiled, beaming as he looked at your sleeping figure. he admired you every time you looked like this, wishing he could kiss you goodnight or tuck you in.

he swears, when he gets home, he'll treat you like the lover he wants to be; the lover you deserve, if you're willing to make it official and go the extra mile with him, hand in hand with him–because, while you were sleeping, yuuta had fallen head over heels for you once more.

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 4 months

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■●○Shojou Pain○●■

“I want to have a connection with someone. I want to be needed by someone. I want the confidence to feel like it’s okay to live.”

Jujutsu Kaisen / reader

■First Years MEET Yuta Okkotsu!■

"Eh~? That's THEE Okkotsu?" Kugisaki mumbled boredly, crossing her arms as she watched from below the classroom window. Lightly glaring at the dark-haired sorcerer that came up to Maki and the other second-years as they were training.

"What? Lemme' see!" Yuji says in suprise, trying to take a peek as he scoots over to Nobara. You follow as well, excited at the idea of seeing him. The girl growls angerily, closing the window quickly. "Hmph, he's not that interesting. He looks a bit eerie to me."

Yuji flinched and stumbled back a bit due to her outburst. While you smile awkwardly, glancing at Megumi as he tried to look disinterested. You go to his side as Kugisaki rants to Itadori.

"Fushiguro, aren't you a bit curious?" You ask softly, shrugging as he shook his head. "I actually know of Okkotsu-Senpai." He pauses, noticing that Yuji and Nobara went quiet, listening in on the conversation.

You also gaze at him innocently, wanting him to continue.

Fushiguro sighs, rolling his eyes. "He's a special grade, and he's close with the second-years. He's been abroad, training." He stated plainly.

"Huh? That's it??" Itadori asks, still curious.

Fushiguro eye twitches at the comment. "If you want to know more, ask him yourself."

You frown, "Fushiguro's right... BUT-" The male groans as you smile cheerily. "At least ONE MORE fact about him, please?" You said, leaning on his desk as you give puppy-eyes, Yuji following after.

"...Fine, just stop doing that. It's gross." Megumi mumbles, glancing away with a disgruntled expression.

You and Yuji stop, laughing as you high-five one another in triumph!

"I think Gojo once mentioned that he was related to him..." He said, getting up from his desk. Norbara's face scrunched up in disgust. "No wonder hearing about him gets on my nerves.." She mumbles under her breath with a huff.

You stare off into space, gazing at the shoujo manga held delicately in your hands. Eyes brighter than shooting stars as they look for answer in the book.

Eyes almost bursting from your skull, you read each phrase and scene as the heroine sees the love interest. Hoping for something to aid you in your... Problem.

The Heroine drawn adoringly in a typical school girl, seifuku. Hair styled in a unique way to make her stand out to the viewer. Eyes sparkling in a glassy-eyed manner as her plump lips frown.

"First years!" Gojo said happily. "Let me introduce you... This is Yuta Okkotsu! Your senior! Treat him well!" Gojo does an excited gesture as the supposed "Yuta Okkotsu" smiles timidly.

Your eyes widen when taking in his appearance.

Dark blue eyes with hints of dark circles under his eyelids. His skin was a bit sun-kissed, yet still a creamy white. A loose white uniform jacket with sleeves that stop at his forearms. Dressed in slender blue jeans that tuck into white sneakers that match his jacket. A katana case was strapped to his back as his large frame was almost tall as your teacher.

You could only gaze at him, head in the clouds as your heart started to burst like a shaken can of soda! Fizziness and warmth pop in your veins all at once!

What was going on with you-!?

The Heroine, drawn to the mystery Male Lead. Asks for his name.

"Introductions!" Gojo clapped as Fushiguro stood up first, bowing politely in acknowledgment to his senior.

"Fushiguro Megumi."

Nobara stood as well, begrudgingly. "Kugisaki Nobara."

"Yuji Itadori! I like girls that look like Jennifer Lawrence!"

Fushiguro and Nobara deadpan at the introduction their fellow first-year gave. Finding it utterly embarrassing and a bit stupid. Yuji smiles politely, glancing at you. Expecting you to go next, but you were silent?

Your friends and teacher glance at your frozen form. Before blinking and getting up as well.

Okkotsu turns his attention solely on you. His dark irises cause your heart to stutter as you clumsily stand.

"Uh...- (Y/N) (L/N)." You state more seriously than intended. Face becoming a darker color as you sit back down.

The Heroine shyly glances away as the male lead leaves her side, going off into the night dramatically.

You dropped the book on your lap, a soft sigh leaving you as you lean back. Head falling back on Yujis bed. Your friend laughs at your expression.

"You doing alright?"

You groan in response, eyes still shining as your head remaind in the clouds of your imagination.

Yuji sighs, picking up the manga. Skimming through it curiously, before going to his shelf. Finding one if his shonen manga, then comparing the two in silence.

"So... What I'm understanding is that-"

"I think I like him, Yuji." You blurt out softly, the revelation overcoming you with a sticky-sweet sensation in your stomach.

Your roommate blinks, laughing a bit. Before becoming quiet.

"...You' serious?"

You slowly lift your body up, sitting on your knees. Gazing at Yuji determinedly as you nod, lips quivering between a smile and a frown.

"O...Okay.."

He breathes out, your gaze strong. Filled with sincerity, almost as if you were mimicking the protagonist from the manga he held.

"So... You gonna' confess-?"

"WAIT HOLD UP!"

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Business or Pleasure - Okkotsu Yuuta

-`ღ´- tags: 18+, fem reader, pet name usage, sex worker, pwp, dub-con (just to be safe), transactional sex, cum shot, choking, shoe licking, fingering, alcohol consumption, oral sex (male receiving), praise, slapping, shoving, tw: assault, scummy yuuta

-`ღ´- wc: 5.6K

-`ღ´- a/n: ya know - I totally skipped over one Yuuta project to flesh this out, but here’s to hoping the other one comes soon as well. also this is my first time trying something like this so hopefully it came out well! if you have any request or comments, my inbox is open ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_

-`ღ´- synopsis: You receive an odd request as a sex worker from a mysterious client. When a large sum of money is provided for your services, you decide to play along, even when things aren’t in your favor.

It was uncomfortable. You felt uncomfortable. There was something different about this meeting. You were used to sex work and selling yourself. It all came easier to you than the rat race others put themselves through. There were people miserable from working a 9-5, going home to their empty homes, and barely living their useless lives. You didn’t want that. You adjusted your dress and rocked your feet in your high heels, looking up at the elevator numbers change.

Top floor, penthouse level. You knew the man must be professional from the way he requested you. First, you were sent an NDA before you were even given access to who the client was. You were still allowed to decline if you decided to forgo seeing the client. Once you sent your signature back, which had to be approved by a notary, you received a care package and an invitation to meet your new client along with some instructions.

Hair must be styled, fresh professional makeup, waxed, shaved, oiled, and moisturized skin. You were to wear a clean-scented perfume, a fresh set of nails, and a tight black dress with red bottom heels. You accessorized with pearls, a black clutch, and a long wool coat. Everything else before this felt like practice. The attempts to look pretty, finding the most flattering dresses, saving up for pretty shoes, and soothing yourself by taking care of your body.

As the number got closer to the top floor, you pressed your shoulders down and back, then straightened up your posture. You chewed at your bottom lip slightly before the door opened. There was an older gentleman standing before you. He wore a suit and had perfect posture. His hair was greying and his skin was loose, letting you get a read that he must be in his late 60s.

You began to wonder if this was the person who you’d soon be working for. Not that you haven’t done it before, but you’d rather not sleep with older men again. There were too many awkward silences as they rutted a softening cock against your entrance.

“Right this way ma’am.” He spoke, leading the way down a lit hallway. You both stopped at a door and he placed his arm out. You looked at him inquisitively before realizing you were still wrapped in your coat. You smiled and thanked him, taking off the material. You felt a chill fall on your exposed back which lacked the warmth from your black dress. He stood in the same position and looked down at your clutch purse. You closed your eyes, smiling one more time; rather more at your stupidity than his kindness, and gave him your bag as well.

“Please enter the room and wait for the head of the house and me to return.” He departed before you could acknowledge what he said. You walked into the room with the release of a tight sigh. You immediately took in your surroundings in order to become more acclimated. There was a large table with two chairs, one on each end. There was low lighting and no apparent area of the lightbulbs location. You grabbed a seat and raised your eyebrows as you sunk in. The level of comfort it provided made you want to slouch and drape yourself over the material. How does one make wood feel soft?

Minutes ticked by and you grew bored of the room you were kept in. That thought of slouching from earlier became more delightful as time passed. Your head drifted as you sat. What might you have for dinner tonight? When was your nail tech available again? Maybe you should finish that book on your nightstand that seems to be collecting dust bunnies from neglect. Your mind drifted to worse places. Although the wait was long, it couldn't be worse than some of your previous clients.

Worst case scenario, you were about to be brutally murdered. Though, with this line of work consisting of mostly male clients, that meant there was always the possibility of assault, rape, or worse. Neutral scenario, the client might be into some shady stuff and just wants to have some fun on the side. Best case scenario? Maybe retiring for life and never having to look at your bank account again. Yeah. That sounds pretty good.

Your daydreaming was cut short by the rustling of the doorknob. You sat up again, back erect, shoulders back, neck straight, with your chest perked up. Your hands remained on your lap instead of the table and you sucked in a slow easy breath. Your eyes glossed over as you got ready to perform.

“My Apologies, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for long.” You looked over to see…a young man in front of the elder gentleman from before. If you were shocked, you didn’t show it. He was handsome with an almost playful and youthful flare to him. He wore a suit as well with the tie slightly undone. A few buttons were already opened up and his hair was out of place.

He walked over and eased a hand over his hairline, pushing it back and fixing his side part - almost as if he could feel you analyzing him.

“No need to apologize. I assure you, it wasn’t long at all.” You were intentional with your words. Although it wasn’t long, it was still a wait.

As he got closer his scent hit you. Warm and sweet. Something with an amber flare that danced across your senses. His natural scent still came through. It entered your nasal cavity and spread through you like a shot of whiskey. You could almost taste him even from his professional proximity. You stood as he reached his hand out to shake yours. You made sure to apply the same pressure and he gave you a charming smile.

“Yes, well then. Thank you for your patience.” You knew he was trying to get a read on you as well. His eyes quickly did a once-over. The only thing that caught his attention was the mess up of your lipsticks. A mark from your restless teeth during your arrival. Nerves getting the best of you took away from the prestige you tried to showcase for him.

“Is there anything I can get you?” He questioned as he moved to take his seat “Perhaps a drink?” He sat down and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table as he interlaced his fingers. His pace was smooth and his voice soft. Yet his presence was still demanding. It left a sense of unease in the room.

“No, thank you.” You spoke. He nodded at you but spoke his next words to the older gentleman standing by the door.

“Glenlivet Winchester, neat, please.” He moved after acknowledging the young man’s words, “Oh, and water, please. Just in case she’s parched during our meeting.” The older gentlemen paused.

“Yes, right away Sir.”

He left the room and all the attention was back on you.

The man smiled again, “My apologies, I never gave you my name. Okkotsu Yuuta. Although I’m sure you read the paperwork, you know what to address me by right?” He paused and gave you a moment to prove him right. You did read the paperwork. You memorized every line to secure the opportunity in front of you.

“Yes, Sir. That is correct.” He wanted a clean woman who was obedient in every sense of the word. He wanted you to listen to him. It wasn’t uncommon for CEOs, presidents, lawyers, doctors. They all either really liked control or being under control.

He sighed with relief, sitting back. He seemed happy. Pleased with himself to have you across from him. His hands smoothed across his thighs, fixing any wrinkles in the material of his slacks. His leg bounced slightly with excitement. You didn’t say a word, waiting for him to break the silence.

“I’m sorry if I seem improper. I’m just so…” His eyes landed on you again and it felt different this time. His gaze darkened, the polite smile before becoming a condescending smirk. Saliva pooled in his mouth at the thought of what was about to become a reality. Yes, he did his research to find the right type of woman for this. He was happy to see your polished and pristine appearance. Not a hair out of place on your head. But more so, he admired how vigorous you seemed. Your body language, your handshake, hell even your tone was unassailable.

Yuuta loved money. Very much. But if there was anything he loved more, it was seeing what money did to people. How powerless they became over it. How powerless would you become for it?

“...So excited,” He finished.

The older gentlemen from before came back in with various items. There were fat cigars, a straight cutter, an ashtray, a gold-encrusted liter, two glasses, and a pitcher of water.

He moves to open the bottle of scotch but your client stops him.

“Have you served before?” You nod your head, knowing what must be coming next. Yuuta gave the older man a look of dismissal, leading him to walk out the door.

“C’mere,” He smiles, beckoning you towards him, “Pour me a drink, Sweetheart.” You stood up and walked over to him. He didn’t pay you any mind, opting to cut open one end of his cigar. Your hands smoothed over the bottle and then you twisted the top off. You grabbed the old-fashioned glass as you listened to the wheel of his liter spin. Once. twice. Then a flame sparked on the third attempt.

Pulling a few puffs through, he relaxed in his seat, leaning back and letting his head fall over the top of the chair. His neck, long and elegant, strained as he pressed the smoke out of his lungs, letting it dissipate above him. He hummed in contentment before pulling his gaze back up to you. You poured him a perfect serving. Two fingers worth. You held it out to him. He gripped your wrist, making you jump slightly from his speed and strength. Your skin burned under his hold.

He kept his eyes on you as he brought your hand to his mouth.

You knew better than to look away. His gaze told you everything you needed to know. Keep. Your eyes. On. Him. He sipped from the glass, once, twice before releasing your hand. You shifted your weight on your heels, holding the glass closer to you as your joints ached. He sits properly on his throne and offers to take your hand. You set the glass down and place your hand in his. He spreads his legs a little bit.

“Take a seat for me,” You didn’t have to guess that this show of dominance and your submission did something to him. You could tell from the strain of his pants that he liked playing this game with you. You liked playing games too.

You stood between his legs as the start of his little competition began. You opt to sit on one leg and drape your legs across the other, knowing it wasn’t exactly what he wanted. You crossed your legs and rested one hand on his chest, the other draped across his shoulders. He grabbed at your waist whilst holding his cigar in his mouth. The expensive smell of his cologne was washed out by thick ringlets of smoke. He removed his smoke for a second.

“Grab the glass for me, baby.”

You did as you were told, leaning over, slightly out of his embrace. When you returned he took another sip, making you hold the glass for him. Although you knew he was somewhat fit, the seat you took changed your perception of him completely. While you saw a skinny man, his suit worked well to hide the heavy expanse of muscle underneath it. His fingers skimmed across your hip, making your body trust his touch.

“You listen very well.” He starts to talk. “I like that about you.”

You remained silent following his cues for another sip of alcohol. His hand came up to toy with the shoulder strap of your dress. This moment felt slow, as though you both were moving through molasses. His eyes ran over you, and he took a tentative touch to your collarbone. He pulled you in a bit closer and you did your best to remain still. Sitting pretty. Like a well-trained dog.

He dragged his nose across your neck, inhaling your scent and groaning in approval. The sound he made caused you to press your thighs together. Thoughts of eliciting that noise out of him again cluttered your mind.

Yuuta felt hungry. His hand dropped to your hip, palming it with excitement. You smelled raw and sweet. It was like a mix of vanilla and brandy. He couldn’t help but press his lips against your neck in a wet kiss, moving up slightly to nip at your jawline. You felt a wave of desire run through you, causing your hands to become unsteady. You retaliate by tightening your hold around the glass and adjusting yourself to press against his erection.

“Mmm, you taste damn good,” He groans against your skin. You could feel his arousal, heavy against you. You arched your back, enjoying the compliment, and quickly discovered the accumulation of arousal in between your thighs. His hands felt rougher, the drink in your hand rippled as he hitched the fabric of your dress up. Your panties were already damp from his light teasing and he was soon to find that out if he kept inching his fingers up.

“Too bad you’re just some trashy prostitute.”

Your rushed hands slammed against his chest, and you quickly moved out of his lap in the process. The scotch fell from your hands, spilling over the rim and onto your client. His cigar ashed out from the process, falling onto his expensive slacks. You swallowed hard as he stared down at the mess you made on him. The glass remained on the floor beneath the two of you. Cracked - just like the facade between you both.

The room is suffocating in silence and time seems frozen.

His eyes stayed down for a minute.

Or a few.

Right as you open your mouth, he takes a stand and tsks in disapproval. The cigar drops into the ashtray and he swipes across his slacks to get rid of the ash. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t come out of the fabric well. Yuuta grabbed at your elbow to position you well. He takes one large deep breath.

A sting spreads across your face. His large hands push roughly at your shoulders, forcing you down so fast that your knees slam against the floor. The sharp pain makes you cry as you hunch over trying to comfort yourself quickly. Yuuta smooths his hair back once more before taking a seat again. He sighs out of exhaustion before taking a look at you. You’re still bowed over, registering the fact that he struck you.

“Hey,” He says plainly.

You look up at him with disdain. No. Disgust.

He tilts his head at the look and then gives a sweet laugh. He views your pout as comical. Sort of like when a child throws a tantrum or a dog is upset at its owner. He leans towards you and his finger slides under your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze.

“I paid a lot of money for you. I know you’ve been in this line of work for a while and you promote yourself well.” He tilts your head to look at the red mark across your cheek. He whistles at the sight, thinking maybe he was a little too heavy-handed on his brand-new toy. He still wanted you to look presentable after all. “You’re a good businesswoman, right? You come up with your end of the deal typically and men, like me, find that admirable. Girls like you work really hard don’t they?” He forced you to nod before letting go of your chin.

He sits back up, creating distance between the two of you.

“You can always leave if you want,” He takes his eyes off of you, looking unamused with the thought. He gives you a moment as if it was the respectable thing to do. As if you could pass up a payout like this. While tears brimmed your eyes, you mentally reminded yourself of that.

“Or,” He drags his eyes back to you and smiles politely. He knows your answer already. It was apparent in the sick look on his face. “Can you be a respectable partner? Do you want another chance to be my good girl?” He leans in a bit, resting his forearms against his thighs.

You knew what he was thinking.

And that's what made you feel so pathetic when you said -

“Yes, Sir.” In a broken tone.

His smile grows before he sits up. He grabbed your face with the same brute strength he used before. Although it hurt, he smoothed his hand over the mark on your cheek, gently touching the skin and leaving a burning sensation in its wake. The look in his eyes was tender, endearing, and loving.

His touch didn’t stop. He slipped a hand under your chin again, holding you in place. The other moved to your mouth, where he pressed his thumb against the seam of your lips. You slowly opened up, allowing him to violate the new expanse of skin. He didn’t have a look of arousal on his face. It was more inquisitive. Like he was examining you with care.

He dragged his fingers across your gums and against your teeth. He stretched your mouth out before he slid his fingers down your throat. You tensed as you suspend your gag, curious if he would prefer for you to fight the intrusion a little instead. He doesn’t switch his body language up to showcase what he wants. Instead, he runs his thumb across your lips once more, impressed that your lipstick doesn’t smudge.

“Stand for me,” You didn’t bother verbally responding, only raising up on shaky legs in front of him. He warms up to your obedient nature, leaning back a little as he pulls you forward just a step.

“That’s my good girl, you’re being so sweet for me.” He sucks at the finger that was just inside your mouth, sending a chill down your exposed spine.

“Strip for me. Keep your undergarments on.” He sat back more and started to relax in the chair. He didn’t bother watching as you stripped. The dress fell smoothly off your skin as he decided to glance at his wristwatch.

He put his hand up, curling his fingers towards him in a beckoning motion. You step out of the dress, moving towards him. You notice that he grabs at his cock, possibly to adjust himself or maybe to alleviate his erection. He tightened his jaw as he concentrated on your form. You were beautiful. Warm skin and a voluptuous body. Prim and proper. Sweet and ripe for his taking. His eyes glazed over in admiration of such a woman. He could jerk himself off in a matter of seconds from watching you. The thought entertains him, but Yuuta was never greedy. He could hold out for something better.

He grabs at your waist, pulling you towards him. His hands skimmed over the thin fabric of your underwear, skimming over your sex. His fingers dragged down your thighs and took in the expanse of your skin. He put some weight against one palm, and lightened the other, making you turn in his hold.

Your back faced him. You wish you could see him but you elected to keep your posture facing away from him. Again his hands skimmed and examined your frame. Light touches pressed against your skin as he felt your spine. He skimmed at the dip of your back, petting over the area as images of you bent over, struggling to take him filled his mind.

You felt his face come near, the hair from his head slightly tickling your lower back. His hands found their familiar place on your hips once more. He couldn’t control himself.

There was no verbal instruction. Instead, you felt his hands bend your forward. You made sure to fold your body over for him, sticking out your ass, waiting to feel his hands explore your frame once more. But he found what he was looking for. You're soaked. The fabric stuck to your cunt, a silhouette of it forming through beautiful threads of fabric.

His touch didn’t come.

He cleared his throat, unable to look away from the sight in front of him.

“Stand up straight for me,” He instructs, leaning back. You slowly raise and you peak at him over your shoulder. He’s covering the bottom part of his face, his unnerving smile gone, and his eyes flit over your frame, landing on your expensive pussy covered by a pathetic excuse for underwear. His mind is still on the place between your thighs.

“Drop to your knees for me,” He says, rubbing his hands together, working to soothe himself. You do as you are told. You drop down and look back at him, giving slow blinks to him. He wraps a hand around the back of your head. You follow his lead as he pulls you forward. You brace yourself against his knees but continue to follow his motion.

Your cheek meets his upper thigh, laying against his hard-on. You can feel how big the mass is through the thick fabric of his dress pants. You take a deep breath as he reaches over you, dragging his fingers from the bottom of your spine upwards.

Once they catch over the latch of your bra, he lightly prods at the fabric. You exhale as he undoes the garment. The lacey piece falls from your skin, your breast chilled from the air in the room. Yuuta pulls the piece off the rest of the way before allowing you to lean back.

You sat pretty for him.

He smiled at you. You smiled gently back this time. Possibly from his warmth.

Possibly from his uneasy nature.

He lifts his shoe towards you. You look down, noticing an amber liquid lightly spread across the leather of his dress shoes. He doesn’t bother playing into your confused nature. Instead, he places the shoe across the warmth of your chest, right over your sternum, and presses in slightly.

“Be a good girl and clean up the mess you made.”

Silence filled the room once more.

You didn’t have to do this. You could get up and leave. You looked over to the table to see if any napkins were present. There weren’t. You assumed he wouldn’t be happy if you used your dress or bra to wipe his shoes clean. You looked up at him once more, uncertain.

He frowned, tilting his head to the side.

“C'mon, lick it up.” You felt frozen in time. That's disgusting. Foul. You don’t know where his feet have been this whole time or how long he’s worn these shoes. You stare at the amber liquid once more and he gets impatient. He grinds the balls of his feet into your chest, annoyed.

You grip at his ankle to alleviate the pressure. If you thought his hands felt heavy, the weight of his foot was unfathomable. It felt like he was crushing your ribs. You had to press into the ground just to stay upright underneath his dirty shoe.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and exhale through your nose. The money. That large sum of money could easily keep you from doing work like this again for a while. Plus, you supposed you’ve licked worse…

Yuuta smiled as you pulled his shoe closer to your mouth. You ran your tongue across the rich leather, the scotch mixing with the unique earthy flavor. You made sure to suck it up, just as you did your ego. You gazed up at your client, his eyes were hazy and his mouth hung open slightly. You noticed a slight movement from his hand and dropped your eyes to see him palming himself.

After sucking up each drop of scotch, the man leaned over. You held the liquid in your mouth as he pulled your head closer from the nape of your neck.

“Don’t swallow yet,” He instructs and you listen. You brace your hands on your thighs, intimidated by his lustful gaze. He leans in more and pulls you in as well. His lips press against yours with hunger and urgency. You moan into the kiss, opening yourself up to him. His tongue pursues yours, and he suckles around it, taking the scotch and grime off his shoe into his mouth. You expect that to be it. Just a kiss for his game. He didn’t relent. His mouth was bruising and demanding. It was a message. You wouldn’t win against him.

You gasp as he pulls away, seeing such a serious look on his face.

He hums in approval. His thumb slides across your spit-slicked lips for a moment before he grasps at your chin. He pulls you closer and you follow his lead. Your face is close to his again.

“Can you be a smart girl for me?” He asks before leaning back. He doesn’t bother waiting for your response. Only one glance down at his erection and you understood what he meant. Your hands slide up the expanse of his thighs, skimming over his cock. He jumps lightly at the touch, forcing his gaze back to you. You meet his eyes, expert hands undoing his belt without a single glance away. He chuckles lightly at that and grabs at the cigar on the table.

You ease your hands into his slacks. Gentle touches, slow moves, teasing in every sense of the word. You tug his pants down just enough for the outline of his cock to no longer be trapped beneath it. There’s a slight light coming from the cherry of his cigar, helping you see the precum that's left a wet mark on his briefs.

Before removing his underwear you lean over him and press your lips right against his covered tip. He stalls, watching you with his interest piqued. You suck gently at his leaky tip, savoring the taste of him. You had to admit… it tasted better than most of the cum you’ve swallowed down. He pulls gently at your hair and you come up only to take his underwear off.

His cock slapped against his button-up, his swollen head leaving a bead of cum on the expensive cotton. He watched intently as you took him in. His cock was pretty in every sense of the word. It was flushed pink at the tip, with a base a bit more tan than his milky skin tone. The veins running down his shaft were thick and continued around his pelvis. He curved upwards slightly and once you grabbed at it, it felt warm and heavy in your hands. Most importantly, it was big.

You got into a proper position, letting your back arch as you leaned forward. One hand braced yourself in between your folded legs and the other led his tip against your lips. He didn’t bother speaking, but you could tell he was excited from the way he scooted his hips forward in his chair. You pressed open-mouth kisses to the underside of his tip, getting the sensitive area wet.

You can hear him inhale the smoke right as you open your mouth more, letting the head of his cock slip in. Both hands rested against the ground now as you leaned forward, taking more of him inside of you. You suckled around the skin, moaning slightly as you pulled back. Soft breaths fell from his lips as you got into a rhythm. He felt heavy on your tongue. Your jaw ached from the weight and stretch of trying to accommodate him.

You persisted in taking all of him, flattening your tongue and sucking more of him down. It hurts. A lot. Your nose finally touched the hairs against his pelvis. You purposely clenched your throat around his shaft causing him to grip at your hair. A broken moan fell from his lips that made your arousal feel heavy. The cigar was long forgotten as he used both hands to lead you up and down his dick.

You kept the pace he set, only breaking it to hold all of him inside you again. Once more, you tightened your throat while licking at his balls. His moans were broken by a slight laugh. He dropped his hands and allowed you to play with him as you pleased. You moved back to his tip, sucking harshly before licking his full length and mouthing at his base.

You couldn’t help but feel smug at the look on his face. He was ruined. His hair was a mess, the shirt he wore had more buttons undone. And the drunk look on his face told you everything you needed to know. You brought one of your hands up to stroke him and sucked at the under seam of his tip. He shut his eyes, restraining himself. It was too much. Feeling the pressure you forced out of him along with seeing your angelic figure pleasuring it. It made you happy to see him working so hard against you.

You tightened the grip on your stroke and sucked just a little harder causing his hips to stutter. You moved to take his whole cock in again but he moved faster. He grabs at your shoulder and forces you back. Your grip was replaced by his and you watched as he rutted his cock into his hand. More moans fell from his sweet lips as he watched you.

Swollen lips and tear-brimmed eyes. Your chest heaved and your skin was wet from his precum and your drool. He liked seeing you ruined beneath him. He liked the mark he left on you. He liked seeing you be his mess. The thought of having you again and again and again plagued him. The images flashed before him as his cum shot out across your tits.

Warm cum dripped across your collarbones and breast. It mixed in with the previous mess you made from sucking his cock. The sight was absolutely vile and yet, both of you couldn’t get enough.

Your break was short-lived.

Yuuta immediately grabs at you before laying you across the table. You try to sit up on your elbows at the very least, but he pushes you back down, shaking all the materials on the surface from his force.

“Fucking hell,” He grunts, laying his still-hard cock across your pantie-clad cunt.

“Look at what you do to me,” You don't have to look through. You can feel him. You can feel the heavy weight of his cock prodding at your lower lips. You can feel the sticky drip of his cum still easing out his tip. You can feel how slick he is against your pelvis. And you wanted to feel him more.

While you’re anticipating the thought of what that delicious stretch inside you would feel like, Yuuta collects some of the cum across your breast and rushes to press it in your mouth. You don’t hesitate to take his offer. You slide your tongue across his digits as he pumps them in and out of your mouth. His cock jumps at the feeling, tensing with the need to be inside you.

You’re being so good for him. You take every drop he gives you and you’re looking up at him like you're thankful to be here with him. Thankful to have his cum on your lips.

And he smiles.

It touches his eyes for once.

“Atta girl.” His eyes drop, taking in your naked frame once more. He ruts his cock against your slick-covered folds one last time, squeezing at your hip to control himself. “Thank you for this.” He leans back, tucking himself away.

He helps you sit up and slowly move off the table.

“Get dressed, then please help yourself to any refreshments.”

He then walks out without a word to you.

You slowly get dressed and the moment you straighten yourself up completely there was a knock at the door. You didn’t bother saying come in, instead, the older gentlemen from before walked in. He doesn’t say a word to you. He holds out your coat, purse, and a special envelope. Once placed in your hands you could tell it was filled with unmarked dollar bills.

You’re led back to the elevator and descend to your normal life.

A few weeks pass by. Life was good. There was no need to schedule new appointments due to the surplus of money Yuuta provided you. You lay across your couch wondering what you could possibly do with your day. There was a new café in town you could try. Or maybe you could hit the farmers market and take a walk into the city. Just go with the ebb and flow of life for a little while. A knock interrupts your daydreaming forcing you to sit up.

You didn’t dare to answer the door right away since you weren’t expecting any guests. A chill ran over your body as you thought of who it might possibly be. You slowly moved towards your door and listened to hear if anyone was out there. Once the coast was clear you creaked open the door slightly. You look around, not seeing anything until you gaze downward. There stood a letter. In the same envelope.

The same type of special envelope you recalled receiving from your last client.

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How I Met Your Mother

Pairing: husband!Yuta x wife!reader

AU: non-idol au

Word Count: 4.9k

Summary: An innocent question from your eight-year-old son takes you and your husband on a trip down memory lane, nearly a decade ago. You both recount the story of how you first met, where Yuta heroically rescued you from an attempted abduction.

A/N: Based on a dream I had of Yuta, I just knew I had to write about it.

MAIN MASTERLIST

"Mama, papa, how exactly did the two of you first meet?"

Your son, Yuki, was going through an old photo album mainly filled with photos of you and your husband before he was born.

Seeing the younger versions of his parents suddenly piqued his curiosity, making him realise that neither you nor Yuta had ever shared the story of how you initially crossed paths.

Yuta beamed, pulling you closer as you both fondly watched your son flip through the carefully curated album, his eyes sparkling with intrigue. It must have been fascinating for him to catch a glimpse of his parents' lives before his existence.

As memories of your first encounter flooded your thoughts, you couldn't help scrunching up your face, earning a chuckle from your husband as he planted an affectionate kiss on the side of your head.

The way you and he first met wasn't exactly a pleasant memory for you, despite Yuta occasionally bringing it up to brag and tease you about being your knight in shining armour.

It was an unforgettable experience, to say the least.

Although it had been borderline traumatic for you, it was the spark that ignited Yuta's protective instincts whenever it came to you.

You rolled your eyes, a small smile gracing your lips, while your husband cleared his throat eagerly, excited to finally share the story of the beginning of your love story with your son.

"Yuki, my boy, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to grow up enough to ask about this."

Your son burst into laughter at his dad's dramatic tone, the exchanged knowing glances between his parents only fueling his curiosity about the story.

"Oh boy, here we go again." You joked but leaned in closer, snuggling into your husband's shoulder, your heart fluttering as he instinctively tightened his hold around you.

"Alright, let's see... It all began one night about ten years ago..."

Your heart thudded loudly in your chest as you continued to distance yourself from the unfamiliar man who had been suspiciously following you for what felt like hours.

It took a while before you realised what was happening.

Perhaps it was your own fault for choosing to go stock up on groceries all alone at this time of the night. Sure, your neighbourhood wasn't necessarily the safest, but at least there hadn't been any crazy crime stories from around the area as of yet.

Well, it looks like I might be the first one.

Clutching your shopping bags tightly, you opted for yet another detour, determined not to lead this stranger back to your home, where he could potentially abduct you or worse, have his way with you, without anyone ever finding out.

A million thoughts raced through your mind, as you imagined all the horrifying scenarios that might unfold tonight. Panic coursed through your veins and you couldn't afford to waste another minute.

Hastily, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and dialled your housemate's number, praying for a lifeline. The ringing felt like an eternity, but it was met with frustrating silence.

Shit, she's not picking up.

You cursed under your breath, clutching your phone tighter, and decided to try other coworkers you knew living around the area. The calls all ended up going to voicemail or, in the best-case scenario, were met with an endless ring.

It was a weeknight, and everyone must be sound asleep.

Your trembling hands struggled to maintain a steady grip on your phone as you felt the stranger drawing closer from behind. The footsteps echoed ominously in the deserted night.

Desperation took over, and you tried dialling another number, your best friend's, hoping he might miraculously be awake. The harsh reality was that everyone seemed to be lost in deep slumber, oblivious to your perilous situation.

Fear gripped your heart as you finally accepted your fate. The stranger's presence loomed closer, sending a shiver down your spine.

It was almost as if god finally heard your prayers.

As you turned a corner, you stumbled upon a man who appeared to be stepping out of his apartment to throw out the trash. He was now on his way back, his back turned to you as he approached the entrance. Your eyes widened in alarm at the sight of this opportunity, and you knew you had to seize it.

With your heart lurching in your chest, you sprinted towards the man, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The sound of footsteps behind you grew louder, and you knew the stranger was chasing you.

You reached the man, your trembling hand gripping his arm, and he snapped to look at you in surprise, "Babe! I called you like a million times, why didn't you answer any of my calls?" You cried out, desperately hoping he'd play along.

Confusion crossed his face.

Much to your chagrin, he began to protest that he didn't know you. But it only took a moment for his gaze to shift from your panicked expression to the strange man skidding to a stop just a few feet behind you.

Seeing the menace in your pursuer's eyes, you whispered shakily, "P-please... please help me. He's been following me for a while now."

The urgency in your voice and the fear in your eyes conveyed the gravity of the situation, and the man's protective instincts kicked in. Without hesitation, he nodded and took a step closer to you.

He smiled reassuringly at you, giving your arm a supportive squeeze, "I'm Yuta. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you." He whispered into your ear, his words providing a small semblance of comfort. You nodded appreciatively, grateful for his intervention.

Yuta immediately stepped into the role you assigned him, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I must've left my phone on mute again." He said, loud enough for the stranger to hear as he pushed you protectively behind him.

Turning to the stranger, he raised a questioning brow and confronted him with a calm but assertive tone, "How may I help you, sir?" Yuta's stance conveyed his readiness to protect you.

You expected the stranger to take the hint, to leave you alone now that your supposed "boyfriend" was around.

But what happened next was unexpected.

The creep didn't appear to be intimidated; instead, he smirked in disbelief, "Don't kid yourself," He sneered, "I know she's not your girlfriend. Just mind your business, step aside, and no one has to get hurt."

Your heart raced in your chest as you gasped, fear grasping at your every nerve, and you clutched the back of Yuta's shirt.

Your breaths were becoming increasingly erratic as the stranger refused to buy into the charade, and dread was taking hold of your every thought. You feared not only for your own safety but also for poor Yuta's. The grip of your fingers on the back of his shirt was almost painful as you held on desperately.

Feeling your distress, Yuta reached behind him to hold your hand, his touch a source of comfort amidst the chaos. He squeezed your hand reassuringly, silently urging you to stay as calm as possible.

Yuta narrowed his brows dangerously in response to the stranger's claim, "Huh, what an odd thing to say," He retorted with a firm tone, "And how, pray tell, do you know she's not my girlfriend?" Yuta's voice carried a subtle edge of menace, and he was prepared to stand his ground.

The stranger, undeterred, took a step closer.

"I suggest you be careful with your every action because we have surveillance cameras installed all over this neighbourhood." Yuta's words were meant to intimidate, but they also served as a warning.

The creep couldn't help tensing up at the threat.

Unbeknownst to you and your stalker, Yuta wasn't alone in this situation. He knew he needed backup and immediately sent a quick text to Mark, his housemate who was a police officer, asking for help using their secret emergency code. As he did so, he continued to hold his ground, doing his best to stall for time, hoping that help would arrive before things escalated any further.

The tension in the air thickened as Yuta and the stranger exchanged veiled threats, each trying to assert their dominance in the standoff. The atmosphere crackled with danger, and it seemed like things could take a nasty turn at any moment.

But then, relief washed over you as Mark, Yuta's housemate, appeared from the apartment gate with wide eyes. Yuta immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulder, his expression shifting from assertive to reassuring.

"Hey Mark," Yuta greeted him calmly, "This guy's been following my girlfriend around the neighbourhood. You're a cop; think you can do something about that?"

Mark understood the situation instantly.

He stepped forward, pulling out his police badge and addressing the stranger with a stern tone, "Sir, is that true?"

Sensing the gravity of the situation and realising that he was now dealing with a police officer, the stranger knew it was in his best interest to give up the charade. He decided to play dumb, attempting to salvage whatever dignity remained.

"Oh, I apologise," He stammered, feigning innocence, "It's just a misunderstanding. I thought she was someone I knew. Now that we have that cleared up, I'll be taking my leave then."

With that, the stranger briskly retreated, vanishing from the scene before you could fully process what just happened. The relief was palpable as the danger lifted, and you were left with the protection of Yuta and the support of Mark, who had come to your rescue.

The moment the stranger was out of sight, the adrenaline that kept you going suddenly drained from your body, leaving your legs weak and unsteady. You felt like your knees were about to give way, and you would have fallen to the ground if it hadn't been for Yuta holding onto you.

"Are you alright, miss?" Mark asked, his concern evident.

You didn't want to do this, but you couldn't help it. You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you broke down in front of your saviours, "Oh my god," You sobbed, your voice trembling, "Th-thank you so much for helping me. Lord knows what he wanted with me."

Yuta held you close, providing a comforting embrace as you tried to collect yourself. Mark stepped in with practical advice, his voice gentle and reassuring, "It's okay," He said, "But I strongly recommend you make a police report about this. It's essential to prevent such incidents from happening to someone else in the future."

You nodded through your tears, thankful for their support.

Relieved by the support and protection Yuta and Mark offered, you agreed to let them walk you home. The companionship and their unwavering presence were comforting as you made your way back.

Along the walk, you introduced yourself and shared the details of what transpired, explaining how the stranger had been tailing you for quite some time before you noticed Yuta when he was throwing out the trash.

Yuta listened attentively, guilt gnawing at him for initially considering turning away from you before realising the danger you were in. He couldn't bear to imagine what might have happened if he had left you to fend for yourself. He vowed silently to always be there for you in times of need.

Mark, on the other hand, made a mental note to keep an eye out for the stranger around the neighbourhood from now on. The incident raised concerns, and he understood the importance of ensuring the safety of everyone in the community.

Upon arriving at your doorstep, Yuta exchanged a silent look with Mark, wordlessly asking his friend for some privacy. Mark nodded knowingly and bid you both farewell before making his way outside, leaving you alone with Yuta.

Looking up at him more closely now, you finally realised how good-looking Yuta was, and before you knew it, your heart began racing for an entirely different reason. He stood before you, nervously biting his lower lip, and you wondered what he wanted to talk to you about.

Minutes felt like hours as you waited for him to speak.

Finally, his cheeks flushed with a slight blush, and he cleared his throat, his voice trembling, "I-it was really nice to meet you, and, umm... now that you know where I live, you can always come to me for help. Oh— uhh... here's my number, you know, just in case..."

You chuckled at his shyness and nodded, taking the name card he held out. Your fingers brushed against his briefly, sending a spark of electricity through you, "Thank you, Yuta," You replied with a smile, "I really appreciate what you did for me tonight. And, it was nice to meet you too."

The tension that filled the air throughout the night seemed to dissipate, leaving a sense of connection and gratitude between you. You knew that you would remember this night not only for the terrifying ordeal but also for the newfound friend who had come to your rescue.

"And that, son, is how I met your mother."

If you thought your son's curiosity would end there, you were wrong. He proceeded with his next question, "Okay, so what happened next? How did you two fall in love?"

You shook your head in amusement as you noticed the excitement building in your husband, ready to delve deeper into the early stages of your love story, "Are you sure you want to find out, Yuki? Once you hear this, no other love story will ever compare to ours."

A laugh bubbled out of your lips, and you playfully smacked Yuta on the chest, "Oh honey, don't listen to your papa. He's being ridiculous," Your husband gasped dramatically, feigning disbelief as he held your hand against his chest, "How dare you? Are you saying our love story isn't the greatest in the world?"

"It's not the greatest love story in the world," You began, snickering at Yuta's pout, "But it is the greatest love story in my heart." Your husband cooed at your words, showering your face with kisses.

Yuki crossed his arms over his chest like the sassy little eight-year-old he is, "Umm, papa? So, are you telling me the story or not?" Yuta pulled away slightly from you, containing his laughter at his son's exasperated expression.

Your husband's penchant for public displays of affection wasn't new, but Yuki still felt a bit embarrassed whenever he witnessed his parents being lovey-dovey around him, "Okay, okay, sheesh. I know you're dying to hear about it, so here we go..."

The following day after the incident, your housemate, Giselle, nearly had a heart attack when she discovered a slew of missed calls from you. Relieved to see you safely asleep in your bed, she couldn't resist checking in on you. And as you recounted the previous night's ordeal, her emotions fluctuated from shock to sly amusement.

After hearing about Yuta and seeing the name card you received, her eyes practically sparkled with excitement, "Ooh, Nakamoto Yuta, huh? Sounds like your next boyfriend to me." She said with a grin.

You chuckled as you playfully threw a pillow at her face, "I swear, you say that about every new guy I meet."

She laughed and shrugged, "Well, maybe this one will be different."

As you contemplated the events of the previous night and the unexpected connection with Yuta, you couldn't help but wonder if Giselle might be onto something.

Your best friend, Jaehyun, finally returned your call after seeing the missed call from the previous night. You recounted the entire incident to him, much like you had with Giselle. Unlike your housemate, his concern was predominantly focused on your well-being rather than the newfound acquaintance, Yuta.

Jaehyun didn't waste any time.

He decided to accompany you to the police station that afternoon during his lunch break from work.

Your best friend blamed himself for not being there for you when you needed him the most, even though it was completely understandable. He was determined to make sure everything was handled properly and that you received the support you needed.

You hadn't expected to run into Yuta again so soon, but it was that very night when you crossed paths while walking back home from the convenience store with your housemate. Ignoring her teasing smirks, you introduced the two to each other, "Oh hi, Yuta! This is my housemate, Giselle. And Giselle, this is Yuta, the kind soul who saved me last night."

Giselle quickly expressed her gratitude, "Gosh, it's so nice to meet you. I can't thank you enough for coming to her rescue!"

Yuta was humble in his response, "Please, don't mention it! It was simply the right thing to do."

His modesty made you feel like perhaps he really was just being a genuinely decent person, and there was nothing more to his kindness. You knew Giselle had a tendency to get carried away with her imagination, always getting you hyped up with false hope.

You exchanged a tight smile with Yuta as you bid your goodbyes. This time, when he offered to walk you home, you politely declined, feeling a sense of independence and confidence that you could handle the walk with your housemate by your side.

It was about a week later that you felt a wave of relief when the police update came in, the stranger who had been following you that fateful night had been arrested for further questioning. It turned out he made multiple attempts to approach other girls in the neighbourhood as well. You hoped this marked the end of that distressing chapter, thinking you might not have a reason to see Yuta again.

Except you were sorely mistaken.

Nakamoto Yuta started showing up almost everywhere.

You saw him at the convenience store, passed him on your way to work and back home, encountered him at the nearby Chinese restaurant, and even spotted him at the library. The first few times felt like mere coincidences, but you gradually began to suspect that he was intentionally crossing paths with you.

One evening, when you decided to go for a jog at the recreational park, you discovered it wasn't just a coincidence.

There he was, running in your direction, his eyes lighting up with recognition as he approached you. It was then that you realised Yuta's appearances in your life weren't accidental; he was actively seeking out opportunities to be around you.

At the recreational park during your jog, you decided to be brave and address the elephant in the room, "Yuta," You began, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension, "I've noticed we've been running into each other a lot lately. Is there a reason for that?"

His cheeks turned a faint shade of pink, and he looked down shyly before meeting your gaze.

"Well, the truth is," He began, "I've been trying to find ways to talk to you." He paused for a moment, searching for the right words, and then he finally mustered the courage to continue, "I've... I've been attracted to you, and I wanted to get to know you better."

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you tried to process this revelation. Yuta, the kind and handsome Nakamoto Yuta, was interested in you? It felt like a dream come true, and your heart fluttered at the thought. You didn't know what to say, but your smile spoke volumes about your feelings, as you felt your own attraction to him growing with each passing moment.

Yuta's nerves seemed to get the best of him as he mistook your initial silence for rejection. In a quick, slightly frantic ramble, he stumbled over his words, saying, "I mean, it's okay if you don't feel the same way, or if you already have a boyfriend. I completely understand."

But you didn't let him finish his self-doubting monologue. You grabbed his trembling hands with a warm smile, putting his anxieties to rest, "Yuta," You said, "I don't have a boyfriend, and I feel the same way. I'm just as attracted to you."

His eyes widened at your words, and a look of pure surprise washed over his face. Your giggles escaped uncontrollably as you found him utterly adorable when flustered. You felt him tighten his hold on your hand, and he took a step closer to you, closing the gap between you two, a mix of excitement and relief in his eyes.

"Well, if that's the case, will you go out on a date with me?" He seized the perfect opportunity to ask you out, and you didn't hesitate for a moment before agreeing, "I thought you'd never ask." The prospect of spending more time with him filled you with excitement and anticipation.

Later that night, you would meet Yuta for dinner.

Giselle couldn't resist teasing you endlessly as she helped you pick out the perfect outfit, offering fashion advice and supportive comments that made you blush and laugh.

Her closet was a whirlwind of options as she held up dresses, skirts, and tops, "How about this one? It'll look amazing on you!"

You chuckled, sorting through the outfits, "Gigi, it's just dinner. I don't need to overdress."

She winked mischievously, "It's not overdressing if it makes you feel confident!"

Meanwhile, Jaehyun, who came over to check on you, couldn't help expressing his concern, "You know, I trust your judgment, but please be careful, okay? I don't want anything to happen to you."

You sighed, understanding his protective nature, "Jae, I promise, Yuta is a great guy. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Besides, are you forgetting the fact that he was the one who saved me that night?"

The reassuring words didn't fully alleviate his worry, but he nodded, accepting your choice, "How can I possibly forget when you keep mentioning it every five minutes? Just promise me to keep your phone on, and let me know if you need anything."

With your housemate's guidance and your best friend's cautionary reminders, you headed out for your date with Yuta, heart fluttering with excitement.

The date with him turned out to be more than perfect. Yuta's caring and attentive gestures made your heart melt throughout the night.

As you dined at a cosy restaurant, he pulled your chair out for you, ensuring you were comfortable. He listened intently as you spoke, asking questions and showing genuine interest in your thoughts and feelings. When you shivered slightly, he casually draped his jacket over your shoulders, ensuring you stayed warm.

After dinner, you took a leisurely stroll through the city park. Yuta held your hand as you walked, fingers interlaced. He pointed out constellations in the night sky and shared anecdotes about his life. His warmth and presence made the conversation flow effortlessly, and it felt as if you had known each other for much longer.

The date ended with him walking you to your doorstep. Before saying goodnight, he leaned in to press a gentle, respectful kiss on your cheek. It was a sweet, soft gesture that left you with a smile on your face as you entered your home.

His kindness, consideration, and charming nature truly made it an unforgettable evening, setting the tone for many more wonderful moments together.

The weeks and months passed in a whirlwind of dates and shared experiences. You got to know each other so well that it became clear you were both ready for a deeper commitment. Yuta had always been serious about the relationship, making it known that he was not interested in anything casual. He reassured you time and time again that he would never do anything to hurt you.

He's been waiting for the perfect moment to finally ask you to officially be his girlfriend.

The moment Yuta had been waiting for eventually arrived, and it was like a scene from a K-drama; unexpected and dramatic. You were walking side by side down the bustling streets of Hongdae one night after watching a movie together.

The city's neon lights created a surreal backdrop. The vibrant energy of Seoul's nightlife buzzed around you, and you were enjoying the company of the person you've grown to care deeply for.

Suddenly, amidst the excitement, someone's touch became too intimate. Panic washed over you as you felt a stranger's hand on your waist, and it moved lower, sending a jolt of alarm through your body. Your eyes widened as you tried to figure out what was happening in this crowded, chaotic scene.

Yuta was quick to pick up on your distress.

His gaze followed your wide-eyed stare, and his expression morphed from curiosity to fierce determination when he saw the inappropriate situation unfolding.

With a surge of protective rage, he moved swiftly, his hand reaching for yours as he pulled you away from the unwelcome intruder. In search of comfort, you pressed closer to him. His face was a mask of fury as he confronted the person who dared to harm you, "Excuse me, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

The stranger's face paled as he realised the gravity of his actions, "I... I didn't mean to..."

Yuta's voice was firm, cutting through the chaos of the street, "It doesn't matter what you meant. You crossed a line you shouldn't have, and that's not acceptable."

The crowd that gathered began to murmur, and the stranger, feeling the weight of the public gaze, backed away, muttering apologies and excuses.

Yuta, standing his ground, continued, "Remember this lesson, and never let it happen again. We all deserve to be treated with respect."

As the stranger retreated into the crowd, Yuta's focus returned to you, making sure you were okay. The fierce protector had shown his dedication to your safety in no uncertain terms.

In that tense and unexpected moment, his eyes met yours, and he seized the opportunity to ask the question that had been lingering between you for so long.

"This is it," He began, "I can't go on like this any longer. Will you let me be the one to always protect you from now on?" He paused, his gaze locked onto yours, a mix of hope and anticipation in his eyes, "Will you... be my girlfriend?"

The crowd around you erupted into cheers and applause, chanting for you to say yes to Yuta. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn't help smiling at their exuberance.

With a shy yet delighted grin, you nodded, "Of course, I'll be your girlfriend, silly. I've waited too long for you to ask."

His face lit up, his joy evident, and he wasted no time in pulling you into a warm and loving embrace. The crowd's cheers only grew louder as they congratulated the two of you, celebrating the official beginning of your journey together as a couple.

As he walked you home later that night, the atmosphere was charged with emotion. With a mix of excitement and anticipation, he leaned in to kiss you on the lips for the first time. The world around you seemed to fade away as your lips met, and for a moment, it was just the two of you in perfect harmony.

Before the kiss could deepen and become more passionate, the romantic moment was abruptly interrupted by your housemate, who swung your front door open and shouted, "Finally!"

Her sudden entrance startled both of you, and you laughed as you pulled away from the kiss.

Giselle's enthusiastic interruption added a dose of humour to the scene, and Yuta joined in the laughter, your hearts brimming with happiness and the promise of a wonderful future together.

Your son's face was the epitome of adorable scepticism as he tilted his head, looking at his father's dramatic storytelling, "Papa, are you sure that isn't a scene from a drama?" Yuta scoffed playfully, "Of course not! I'm telling you the truth!"

Yuki, with his round eyes, turned to you, seeking confirmation, "Is it really true that's how you and papa fell in love, mama?"

You softened and leaned down to kiss his head, reassuring him, "It's true, honey."

To your surprise, your son's expression turned more serious, "That would mean it's true you've almost gotten hurt twice if papa hadn't been there to save you."

You nodded, touched by your son's concern, and Yuki continued, "Don't worry, mama. I'm here now; I'll protect you too."

Your heart melted at his words, and Yuta cooed with pride, coming over to shower your son's face with playful kisses. Yuki shrieked in ticklish delight, and you stared at the two of them with a fond smile.

You may have nearly gotten hurt in order to meet Yuta, but you wouldn't change your fate for anything in the world. You were incredibly happy with your little family, and your heart was full of love and gratitude for the way things have turned out.

In the midst of this warm family moment, Yuki's curious nature was in full swing. With an innocent yet cheeky smile, he suddenly asked, "So, how did you two have me then?"

Your face turned a shade of red that rivalled a tomato, and you cleared your throat nervously. Beside you, Yuta stammered, his words coming out in a rush, "Whoa, whoa, that's enough questions for today, young man!"

Yuki's eyes sparkled with amusement as he sensed he hit a nerve. Despite the initial flustered reactions, you burst out laughing, unable to contain your mirth.

It seemed like the story of your love, your family, and your son's inquisitiveness would continue to be a delightful adventure.

I've only been writing for ATEEZ so far since they're my current ult, but NCT and I go way back HAHA. I've been the biggest simp for Yuta, y'all don't wanna know about it, I swear.

Anyway, this is me trying out writing for other groups. I have another story featuring I.N from Stray Kids coming up soon as well. My fellow STAYs can look forward to that one.

As always, I'd love to hear all your thoughts, reviews, and feedback, so feel free to leave as many replies as you want! Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! <3

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