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"We're all out of moves."

You and Megumi waited outside the gate for what seemed like hours. Every minute that passed felt like an eternity. Your muscles began to ache from being on high alert for so long. 

You were too smart to be optimistic, besides that wasn't necessarily a trait of yours to begin with. Looking on the bright side was Yuji's thing. Yuji wasn't here right now. Yuji was fighting a monster who could slaughter thousands without trying and he was doing it alone.  

You knew the reason Yuji wanted you away so bad was because he was going to let Sukuna take over. A sick part of you wondered how it felt to share a body and having to constantly fight to keep control of it. Just the thought of it gave you the heebie jeebies. 

"The innate domain is closed off. That means the special grade is dead." Megumi said from beside you. You breathed a sigh of relief, finally releasing the tension from your body. Now all you needed to do was wait for Yuji to come back out and everything would be fine-

"Sorry but he's not coming back." You couldn't breathe. The presence behind you was so overwhelming you had to keep yourself from passing out. You darted your eyes over to look at Megumi who seemed to be going through every stage of grief all at once, just as frozen as you were. 

"Oh don't be scared you two, I'm in a great mood right now. Let's chat for a bit." Sukuna cooed, whispering in your ear. The curse draped his hand over your shoulder, carving his nails into your skin. 

You were so in shock you couldn't even feel the pain. Sukuna chuckled before walking ahead of you. 

"This is what he gets for trying to use me without forming any kind of pact. Poor kids having some trouble switching back it seems. Still though, it was only a matter of time before he failed." Sukuna explained before tearing off Yuji's clothing. 

If he wasn't so evil you'd be drooling over his muscles right now, except the fact of the matter was he was terrifying. 

"So I thought about what I could do right now..." Sukuna snarled, snapping open his claws before digging them into Yuji's chest, ripping out his heart. You choked on a scream. 

"I'm taking this brat hostage." 

You watched in utter horror at the pool of blood that had begun to form at Sukuna's feet. That was Yuji's blood. You hyperventilated looking at the empty space that had once contained Yuji's heart. The heart that was now tossed aside like garbage. 

"I can live without this pesky thing, the brat however can't. If he tries to switch out with me...he dies." You fell to your knees, flashes of your dreams coming back to haunt you.

How could you be so stupid to forget this? 

You could've prevented this

What kind of a genius are you? Can't even save your best friend

You fell to your knees in anguish. Sukuna's face broke out into a shit eating grin as he watched you fall. He walked calmly to your side, grabbing your face with his bloody hand. 

"Don't fret girl, I have so many plans for you now that the brats gone." You couldn't even react as the smell of iron filled your nostrils. Your brain had gone into overdrive trying to think of a way out of this, but you were stumped. 

"He's...he's gonna come back. That's the kind of guy that Itadori is even if it means he'll die." Megumi spoke with conviction, readying himself to battle the king of curses. 

Sukuna arched an eyebrow. "You give him too much credit. The brats just a little tougher and an whole lot denser than other humans. Only a moment ago, he was scared out of his mind as he teetered on the verge of death. All I had to hear about was all his regrets and how he wishes he could've told the girl how he felt about her. I know for a fact he doesn't have the guts to kill himself." Sukuna continued to wipe Yuji's blood all over you. The rain washed the crimson down your face. 

You slowly stood up, startling the king. 

"You know, I'm getting really sick and tired of you talking about Yuji like you know him." Your tone was dead and your aura was downright murderous as you looked at the curse inhabiting your best friends body. 

Sukuna could feel himself grow excited under you gaze, almost feeling giddy at the amount of bloodlust that radiated off of you. As quick as lightning you pulled your pistols from your holsters, firing multiple shots at the curse who took each one like it was nothing. Sukuna did nothing but smile. 

"It feels so good to be outside again. Let's use all this open space shall we?" 

Megumi summoned Nue without a second thought, commanding the shikigami to grab you. This time you allowed the animal to do so, soaring above Sukuna you had better aim for all your shots. 

Megumi stayed close to the ground, throwing his body at the curse, trying to land a solid hit, but it was useless. Sukuna was able to evade every single attack that the boy threw at him. 

Sukuna grabbed Megumi's arm, spinning him around before pulling him up close. 

"Put more curse behind it." He growled, launching a punch of his own, hitting Megumi square in the face. 

You let the shikigami bring you back to the ground as you took Megumi's spot. Sukuna's eyes glowed red as you reentered the battlefield. You continued to shoot your pistols from a safer distance, keeping Megumi behind you as he tried to shake off the hit. 

"You have a plethora of cursed energy you just haven't been able to fully tap into." Sukuna spoke, getting walking closer to you, letting Yuji's body be riddled with bullets that he was quick to heal. 

'come on, just regenerate the heart' you thought manically, continuing to shoot as much as you could, but the distance was quickly being closed off. As Sukuna grew closer, Megumi summoned another shikigami, this time his snake. 

You fell to the ground, catching your breath as you let Megumi take over once again. Orochi pulled Sukuna into the air allowing Nue to pack multiple punches full of cursed energy. 

Megumi knelt down to you, pulling you back on your feet.

"Are you okay?" He asked, you shook your head. 

"I'm running low." You spoke, your legs beginning to wobble and your head beginning to feel like it was full of lead. 

Sukuna, the life ruiner that he is, decided it was the perfect moment to join the two of you once more. The curse decimated the snake shikigami before appearing behind the two of you. 

You could feel the curse grasp the back of your shirt. 

"Like I said, let's use the open space-"Sukuna shouted, throwing you and Megumi into the air. You tore through trees, before stopping midair. Before you could even grasp the full extent of what was going on, Sukuna launched another attack, kicking you into a building. 

You crashed through walls, you could feel pieces of concrete embed themselves into your skin as you soared through the air. When you appeared through the other side, Nue was there to catch you and Megumi. You held onto the bird creature with all that remained of your strength. You tried to breathe but that proved almost impossible under the weight of several broken ribs. 

The king however, was not done with his onslaught of torture, this time aiming an attack for Nue, causing the three of you to crash through another building. You screamed in pain as you landed. Blood soaking through almost every crevice of your body. Your vision clouded up with spots as you bounced between the land of the living and the dead. 

"So I've finally figured out the boys technique. You use shadows to form your shikigami's." Sukuna said almost proudly. 

"Yeah and what's it to you." Megumi replied sarcastically. 

"I just don't get it..why did you run back then? It's almost a waste of your talents." Sukuna questioned. Megumi looked perplexed at the curses curiosity. The boy paused before looking at you, who laid beside him whimpering in pain. Sukuna noticed his line of sight and smiled evilly. 

"Ah so you also feel something for the girl...how interesting." 

Megumi blinked only to find Sukuna right next to you. 

"Now this girl is quite the mystery to me. You know she heard my voice that night I infested the brats body but it's almost like she knew to feed my finger to this idiot instead of herself. It's as if her soul knows me..." Sukuna traced a sharp finger down the side of your neck, releasing another stream of blood. 

Megumi let cursed energy charge through his body as he prepared to unleash his ultimate attack. Sukuna smiled in victory, finally finding the part of Megumi that makes him tick. 

"COME AT ME WITH ALL YOU HAVE MEGUMI FUSHIGURO!" The curse screamed charging at the boy, only for time to stand still. 

"Just so you know, I...I didn't have any logical reason for choosing to save you back then. Even if it was dangerous I just couldn't see a good person like you die. I had no rational reason for sparing you other than my own selfish, emotional reasons. I'm not hero, just a jujutsu sorcerer, and I have never once regretted saving you." Megumi spoke. His revelation causing you to open your eyes fully. You sat up to the best of your ability, nursing your ribs. 

"You really are smart Fushiguro. Take care of everyone for me..."Yuji spoke, his warm brown eyes then drifted towards yours that had begun to fill up with tears, "Y/n..," Yuji coughed up some more blood, his voice growing hoarse as the weight of his injuries had begun to catch up to his mortality.

"Y/n live a long life." The pinkette spoke as he fell forward. You shook your head in disbelief as you gravitated towards the body of your best friend. 

"No..."You choked out, your voice a mix of anger and melancholy. "No." You nearly screamed as you fell beside your friend, tears falling freely down your face. 

The scream you let out as you realized that Yuji was truly gone still plays in Megumi's head like a haunting melody. 

"Live a long life...doesn't mean much when you go and die yourself." Nobara spoke. A silence fell between Nobara and Megumi as they sat in the courtyard. "Is this your first time having a partner die?"

"First one that was my age." Megumi responded, his tone lacking any real emotion. 

"You seem to be taking it well..."

"You too."

"Well I only knew him for two weeks. I'm not the kind of girl to break down over a guy that I-...a guy that I barely knew." Nobara could feel the hot sting of tears. Nobara felt awful and if she felt like this, she couldn't even imagine how you were holding up. 

"It's hot out..." Megumi spoke. 

"Yeah I wonder if it's time for summer uniforms."

"You're looking more glum than usual Megumi, is this a wake or something?" The girl asked, watching the two underclassmen deflate even more. 

"Maki! You aren't aware of why they're so down in the dumps?" 

"What the heck are you talking about?" The girl asked, completely missing the disappointed looks of her peers. 

"Someone really did die yesterday! One of the first year boys." 

You walked around the city, the hoodie you had stolen from Yuji's room last night pulled tightly around you. You tried to cling to the smell, hoping that it would stick to your very being forever. Despite breathing in the fresh air outside, you still felt like you were suffocating. 

You walked through the busy streets, avoiding even the slightest touch from anybody who passed by you. It was like everyone knew that you were having a horrible day because not a single living person so much as looked at you. 

You preferred it that way. Nobody could see you tear streaked face if they weren't looking. You walked until you reached a small movie theater. You glanced disinterestedly at the options until your eyes landed on a specific title, "Human Earthworm 3". A sad smile etched itself on your lips, you remembered starting the series with Sasaki forever ago, mocking how bad it was. 

You went up to the clerk, handing him some money in exchange for the ticket before you dragged yourself inside. 

When you walked in you realized just how empty the theater was, only a few people present for the showing of the movie. You peered through the aisles trying to find the optimum seating before your eyes stopped on a boy your age eating popcorn while intently looking at the screen. You tiptoes towards the seat next to him, hoping and praying he didn't find you weird for choosing to sit by him instead of one of the many empty seats. 

You cleared your throat. 

"Excuse me...is this seat taken?" You questioned in a whisper. You saw the boy jump in his seat before quickly shaking his head no. You smiled softly before sitting down beside him. The boy looked incredibly skittish the whole time which you felt guilty about. 

"I'm Y/n by the way. Figured I might introduce myself since we're going to watch one of the worst movies ever created together." The boy didn't speak for a moment, like he was getting over the shock of you talking to him. 

"I'm Junpei. Junpei Yoshino."

I suck at writing fight scenes

[bigbangclappin]

Baby Daddy Gangster 3

Summary: Ding Dong! Your baby daddy is back and wants in your life and your daughter’s. And with that smile you might as well shove the door wide open.

Paring: Nakamoto YutaXReader(1st Person POV!)

Warnings: Cursing! Baby Daddy themes, mentions of smut, toxic relationships, Mafia/Yakuza themes (It’s not glamorous in real life folks!) 

Word Count: 4.9K

A/N: it's finally here!! Part 3. I hope you all enjoy it! I may do a part 4 based on the response here to part 3!

Tag List: @nonbinarykais-world @angelictypo @stolasisyourparent @ch3rrych3s @marvelahsobx @crazyllamasurfer @sunooluver @ayowhatthefuck563  @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @miinghaosstuff @veryhao @johnbanana

Part 2

“Ms (L/N)?” A sweet but masculine voice called.

Mark was jogging toward me and I felt myself pale in worry, please God tell me my Yuki was alright and that she wasn’t hurt. 

“Yes?” I replied when he reached me on the sidewalk, “What is it? Is Yuki alright?”

“Geez,” He ran a hand through his hair seemingly embarrassed,  “yeah I should have led with that Yuki is just fine! I’m sorry I just had something to ask you if you had a moment?”

I couldn’t help but feel relieved at the thought that my daughter was okay. Lately I was a hop, skip and a jump away from the edge due to her father’s sudden need to be a thorn in my side. I feared he’d try to power play me and kidnap Yuki or something only Yuta would do. 

While it may sound irrational to the regular people passing me by on the street, the fellow mothers, wives, and girlfriends of the underworld know just how true that fear really was. 

Look the wrong way, say the wrong thing, your child could disappear in front of your very eyes. 

In the back of my mind I knew that Yuta wasn’t the same man his father was; thank god. It meant my child wouldn’t be a sadistic means to an end. Thank goodness he took after his Grandfather. 

While his Grandfather ruled with an iron fist where necessary, he knew how to be a real family man to his loved ones. He showered affection and wisdom over Yuta and luckily it took precedence over his father’s harsher borderline neglectful upbringing. 

In the darkest recesses of my mind I knew Yuta wouldn’t use Yuki as a tool to get back at me. It wasn’t who he was; his father though his father was still on the throne then we were in big trouble.

“Ms. (Y/n)?” Mark waved a hand in front of my face with a chuckle, “Are you alright?”

“Hm? Oh yeah I’m fine just a lot of papers to grade and please call me (Y/n)” I waved him off, “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

The man’s brows furrowed and he chewed his bottom lip before speaking trepidatiously, “There was a man here last week during outside play that approached Yuki…don’t be alarmed she was okay. I got there as soon as I saw what was going on. I asked who he was and what he wanted with Yuki and he was super hostile. Like a territorial tiger or something, I thought he was going to knock me out just for picking Yuki up. He did show me a birth certificate claiming he’s Yuki’s father…” He ran his hand through his hair pausing for a breath, “Ms–I mean (Y/n) I know you said Yuki doesn’t have another parent and we will honor that but that man was Nakamoto Yuta, the Nakamoto Yuta the heir– no scratch that the leader of the largest Yakuza family in–”

I snapped before I had the chance to catch myself, “I know who he is!”

I mumbled a sorry as I ran my hands over my face in order to get it together, “That bastard haunts my every waking moment on this godforsaken earth, is what I meant to say. I guess for safety’s sake I should let you know that he is Yuki’s long-lost bio dad who has for some reason or another decided to pop up and become a pain in my ass. Yuki is not to be released to him without my consent. I have sole custody of her and he is not to be anywhere near her during school. He distracts her and is also a child himself.  I understand Yuta and his men can be intimidating, please tell me right away if he causes you any trouble I will take care of it. I know he will give you a hard time, just let him know I told you to tell him ‘Ear’ that’s all you need to say. It’s like tiger repellent.”

“Just the word ear?” Mark asked confused, “You don’t think he’ll threaten the other kids do you?”

“Yep if he has any sense to him he’ll remember what that means and not to push me or others in order to push me,” I shook my head for the other question, “Yuta wouldn’t hurt the other kids. He has some decency to him. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner it slipped my mind with everything going on, if it’s really too much trouble please let me know.”

“It’s no trouble at all I just wanted to be on the same page in case we needed a safety plan for Yuki and yourself.” 

I put a hand on Mark’s shoulder with a laugh, “A safety plan won’t keep Yuta away trust me if that were the case I would have deployed one by now. Just call me if he tries anything stupid.” 

“Will do (Y/n).”

As I walked to work that morning I had an inkling that the bastard was going to be poking his head around soon enough. He had been way too quiet the past week. He couldn’t go without trouble for more than twenty-four hours let alone seven days.

***

“So who can tell me the difference between a metaphor and a simile?” 

I smiled at all of the eager faces with their hands raised ready to answer my question, “Go ahead Binna–”

A knock interrupted my student and I noticed the school secretary disheveled looking as if she were clutching her pearls. “Ms (L/N)? Can you come with me for a moment? It's important.”

I eyed the lady up trying to figure out what it was that made her jog up to the second floor as if her ass was on fire when she couldn’t even be bothered to roll to the otherside of reception half the time. 

“Hana please read the first paragraph and then pick someone to read after you're done and be fair please. No auctioning off snacks for reading rights.” 

I was hardly able to ask what was going on when the secretary offered to watch my kids for me while I handled my ‘husband.’ 

“Handle who’s husband?” I asked confused, “Aren’t you in charge of building security?”

“Your husband is demanding to see you!” She shooed me away down the hallway.

First off how dare she make rude ass gestures like that toward me but second, I was never married and never will be. “I’m not married, you probably mixed me up with on of the other teachers I have to get back to class–”

The secretary grabbed my arm and whispered, “The Nakamoto Yuta is downstairs in the headmaster’s office waiting for you. The headmaster vacated his office for you to have a place to talk. I am not mistaken.”

I just gave a ‘tch’ and made my way toward the administrative office. This man didn’t know the meaning of conspicuous if it punched him in the face. Like I wanted to right now. Boundaries were a big thing when we were together because if I didn’t have any Yuta would’ve steam rolled me into a rice cake. Apparently in our time apart he forgot that work was a no interruption zone. He was part gangster and part Chihuahua. Cute ,loyal, with an adorable face on one hand and on the other a yappy, loud bark with territorial issues over their favorite person.  

As soon as I landed on the bottom floor I saw two of Yuta’s normal security posted outside of the office. When they saw me they bowed and I rolled my eyes at the memories of being called sister-in-law. I’m clearly regarded in the same manner as they held back a male coworker of mine just trying to walk out of the door before me. 

Although he was rude it was still embarrassing to have two large men make a scene over something so small. 

“Johnny,” I sighed at my husband’s right hand who sat just outside of the headmaster’s office in the ‘naughty’ chair, “Long time no see.” 

The man stood up with open arms and a cheeky grin and I couldn’t help myself, “Fine.”

He locked me in a giant bear hug and then tugged on my ponytail, “How’ve you been?”

“Not bad all things considered,” I pat him on the back with a grin, “How are things for you?”

“Things have been interesting.” He laughed and nodded over toward the closed office, “Go on lover boy is all twisted up in there.”

I rolled my eyes, “Maybe if I smack him it’ll right him out.”

“Good luck with that!” Johnny called leaving the small reception area entirely to stand outside with the other men, closing that door behind him too.

Here we go. Again.

I pushed the door open, “Nakamoto Yuta I am working this better be important.”

“Trust me it’s important baby,” He mumbled from his position on top of the desk. Dark hair, shaggy and unkempt, he had run his fingers through it and put some behind his ears. His all black suit covered all of his telling tattoos aside from the large neck piece peeking over his dress shirt collar. 

Worst one of them all might as well have been winking at me. I wish he’d get it covered up or lasered. I didn’t want to constantly see my initials on his left ring finger like we were still together, common-law or not. 

“It should be detrimental if you kicked my boss out of his office just because you felt like it.”

“You look beautiful,” Yuta gave me a smile and went for my hand. I dodged him just in time, “Still smell like peaches and cream too.”

I quirked an eyebrow, “What are you up to?”

“I can’t compliment my woman?” he asked with a little smirk that made my heart race.

“Does she know you are giving other women compliments?” I quipped, taking a whole step back, it felt like he was stalking me around the room like a jungle cat who hadn’t eaten in god knows how long. I’ve been his mouse before I know all of the signs it’s not happening again.

“As if there would ever be anyone else,” he rolled his eyes at me and nearly succeeded in backing me into the corner, if it weren’t for my swift footing. 

“Why are you here right now Yuta? Please, I have to get back to my class.”

“I went to visit Yuki at school today because I presumed you let Mark know that Yuki is in fact my daughter too. As in yours and mine. Did you know he had the balls to tell me that I couldn’t see my daughter?  He told me that he was instructed to tell me that I wasn’t allowed to see her, and that she wasn’t to leave the grounds without your permission–”

“Because she is learning–”

“Because you don’t want me to see her without you,” he snapped back. He ruffled his luscious hair before taking his seat back on the desk, arms crossed like a petulant child. “He said ear.”

I couldn’t hold back my laugh and it all made sense now as to why this couldn’t wait, “You pulled me away from class because you were embarrassed?” 

“I was not embarrassed! I was appalled that you told him about it! A complete stranger!”

I covered my mouth to muffle my laughter, “Yuta I knew you would try to go behind my back because you can’t help yourself. If you had just stuck to the schedule I made for Yuki’s visits with you…”

“I would babe but sometimes our schedules don’t line up. Which is why I try to see her when I can.”

“Try another time when she isn’t at school.Without being sneaky about it too.”

“Who’s being sneaky?” he asked me with a roll of his eyes, “You knew I was trying to take her for lunch. I don’t have a regular nine to five job (Y/n) you know I don’t do the same shit everyday at the same time.”

“So your solution is to be selfish and disrupt her routine?” I asked annoyed, “Pull her out of class because Daddy has to go back to Osaka to oversee the factory? How is that fair to her?”

“Life isn’t always fair baby you and I both know that–”

“Yeah but that isn't an illusion I’m willing to destroy when she’s three Yuta! I mean come on–”

“So what?” He asked his arm flailing out in question his face heating with anger, “Fuck me then? I don’t get to see my little girl for two weeks because you want to keep her in a class where all she does is play with blocks?”

“You’re really starting to piss me off,” I managed to get out through gritted teeth, “These are the consequences of your own actions. I’m not going around in circles with you over your reasons again. Fact of the matter is I built this routine for her without you. Her world can’t suddenly revolve around your busy schedule, that’s what being a parent is all about. Yuki comes first, everything else is second. We sacrifice niceties and our time for her. I gave you options to work with if you want to see her. You can’t impose your will on our daughter.”

I could see his tongue poke the inside of his cheek out of anger and frustration, “It sounds like I can’t impose my will on you–”

“You’ve never been able to, a tradition I’m handing down to Yuki.”

“(Y/n) stop,” Yuta snapped slamming his open palms against the desk, “I’ve done everything right by you and by Yuki! I’m tired of this back and forth. She's my daughter too and if I want to take her out to lunch then I will!”

“No one said you couldn’t take her to lunch!” I snapped in return my blood boiling, “Just that you are going to respect her schedule. She’s the kid, it's not on her to follow your schedule! Kid’s her age need a routine that’s all it comes down to! I didn’t choose your line of work for you, and neither did she!”

“You can’t tell me that when you found out you were pregnant you didn’t factor in how I lived, how I had to make time for you, which I did, how sometimes our time was cut short, and in some way that would boil over in to how it would be when Yuki was born! You’ve always known how it is we’ve been together for ten years!”

I put a hand to my face in exasperation “Alright let me uno reverse you; You can’t tell me that when you left Yuki and I at the hospital that you expected me to know you were going to come back at some point in time and just become wonder dad. I didn’t even know you left one of the nurses told me you bolted!”

“Jesus, I expected you to use your context clues. I went to every appointment with you, every ultrasound.I helped pick out her name! How does that sound like I didn’t want to be in her life?”

“What?” I spat ready to yank at my hair, “Maybe because you said I’m not ready to be a father I’ll pay for you to have it taken care of?”

“Fuck!” He kicked the desk corner so hard it jumped back from the force. “I was scared of losing you! My enemies were closing in on the family and you were the prime target! They needed to believe that you meant nothing to me! Especially since you were pregnant! It’s the biggest target in my world! Kidnap and kill the leader’s woman. I couldn’t risk that happening to you or to our child! I panicked and I made a mistake! I want Yuki; I want you! I did what I thought I had to at the time to protect you both from harm. There isn't a day that goes by where I don’t think of our Yuki and you. She’s the apple of my eye but you’re my entire world (Y/n)--”

“Yuta–”

“No I already know what you’re going to say and I’ve held my tongue long enough,” he snapped rising up from the desk, “I love you! I always have and I always will–” 

“You, you, you! It’s always about you!” I screamed angrily, “Maybe if you had taken a goddamn moment to talk to me about whatever danger was encroaching, things could’ve been different! We may not even be here in this position if you thought about me and Yuki. Instead you kept us out; You’re angry at me for something you broke Yuta. How can I trust you to tell me the truth when it counts? I love you too, clearly I had your fucking kid but none of that matters if I can’t trust you to tell me anything. You lied to keep us safe sure, but you damaged the already fragile relationship we have instead of just talking to me.”

Yuta ran a large hand through his hair again but he wasn’t quick enough to hide his smirk, “You still love me? 

I stayed silent for a moment, chewing on my cheek, “Possibly.”

He chuckled deep, “Nuh uh baby, that’s not how that works.”

I cursed myself for my slip up as I glared at the man who will always be first and foremost a pain in my ass. “Ear Yuta.”

Red flushed his cheeks in embarrassment almost instantly, “Just because emotions haven’t always been your thing baby doesn’t mean you can try and deflect by kink shaming me.”

“I’m not embarrassed that you need your ears stimulated to cum.”

“What did she just say?” I heard Johnny ask from outside the office. The door popped open quickly, “Wait boss is that true?”

“Out Johnny,” Yuta pointed back at the exit at the same time I answered ‘Yes’.

“What the fuck (Y/N)?” he snapped at me, “If you value your life you will never repeat this to anyone…”

Johnny lifted both hands up in a defensive gesture, “Not my story to tell man.”

“Great, now get out and tell everyone they will lose their tongues if they talk!...and walk at least a few rooms down,” He ordered clearly out of sorts. 

Someone was most definitely embarrassed by his own needs. I tried to swallow my chuckle but I let it out anyway finding it too hard to contain. If looks could kill, yikes, this man’s icy stare would’ve caused me to drop dead right then and there. Maybe I went too far this time. 

Putting him in a position of shame in front of his men wasn’t the best idea. Other women in my shoes have been dealt with for less. Not that it justified his behavior. I just knew how things worked amongst the men in this organization and while Yuta had really pushed the envelope as far as progress for women goes, there were some things even he couldn’t let go.

Not with his men overhearing. He had to uphold his honor and reputation now. Unless he wanted to lose face in front of his subordinates, and in this world any sign of weakness will get you dethroned faster than a snap of your fingers.

The tapping of my ex’s fingers against the hard oak of the desk snapped me out of my thoughts and back to the present danger I was in. 

I thought for a moment that he may actually hurt me and that I royally fucked up. 

“You know how easy it is in my position to make things happen (Y/n) I could have marched right into that little nursery school and taken our daughter if I wanted to. I still could, nothing nor anyone could stop me, including you. We both know that, but you know why I haven’t done that?”

I could fathom a few guesses but with him leveraging his power over me, I thought it best to stay quiet and only shake my head in response. I didn’t want him to make good on his threat. He wasn’t wrong that he and Yuki could up and leave without a trace and no hope of me finding her. 

My pride hurt that I wasn’t able to bite back at his arrogance; I startled when he placed his large palm against my cheek. I attempted to squirm out from underneath him but the gentleness behind the touch turned to harsh control as he gripped my chin in his hand so I had no other choice but to look at him.

“I respect you.” He stated solemnly his hold tightened more, “I respect that you’re the mother of my child, unlike you who treats me as if I’m a fucking joke…”

I tapped him on the back of hand, “You’re hurting me Yuta.”

He let out a tch and backed off slightly, “I didn’t expect the warmest of welcomes baby, but I didn’t anticipate the depth of your animosity toward me, rather to the picture of me I had to paint.”

I searched through his dark eyes not exactly sure as to what I was actually looking for, what I did find was sincerity. “Your lie was convincing. The first few months after you left were terrible. I was running on Redbull and a prayer. Yuki wasn’t really fussy so there wasn’t much to distract me from thinking of you. It doesn’t help that she has your eyes and smile. Every Time she let out a little giggle I thought of you and my heart broke all over again. I learned to cope with the idea of being a single mom and doing it all on my own, it took me a while but I finally got there. Then you show up on my doorstep like you didn’t stomp all over my heart and everything was fine…so yeah it’s a little hard to believe otherwise.”

“Let me have the chance to show you how sorry I am for having to walk away from you when you needed me most.” 

He took my hand in his, he intertwined our fingers together and kissed my knuckles gently. His big eyes bore into mine and I had to admit he still knew how to get me to bend. I could never resist when he was being charming and sweet.

“It’s going to take a lot more than a handsome smile, Yuta.” I chided him but found myself unable to pull my hand away from his. 

It’s not that I didn’t want to give him a chance, I really wanted to throw caution to the wind and let the chips fall and land wherever they may but I had Yuki to be concerned for. He needed to prove he wanted to be in her life as her other parent. Which meant less focus on himself and more on our daughter’s needs.

“I don’t expect you to marry me tomorrow,” he said with such nonchalance, “Maybe in a year.”

I scoffed in disbelief, “Maybe never if you don’t start asking for my consent. I can’t believe you, I give you an inch and you took the whole god damn yard stick!”

“Baby you know I’m the only one for you…” he moved in like he was going to kiss me.

“How would I know that?” I pressed my palm to his invading lips, “I’ve only ever been with you.and like one and a half other men.”

 This man easily gives me whiplash one moment he’s being cute laying the overconfidence down thick, and the next his eyes are nearly black and I swear at the mention of other men he was hulking out due to his horrible possessive streak.

“What the hell does that even mean?” He growled, “Who are they?”

“I’m not stupid baby. I remember what happened when a poor unsuspecting sophomore tried to flirt with me,” I cringed at the awful bloody memory, “You nearly killed him.”

Yuta rolled his eyes, “Anyone who didn’t know you were my girl were either blind, gay, or didn’t care that we were together. That bastard was the latter. He got what he had coming to him just like you did when I fucked you in the guys showers afterward.”

I gasped in shock, “I’m at work Christ Yuta what if my boss heard you?”

He shrugged his shoulders with that irritating smirk of his, “Oops slip of the tongue.”

I ran a hand through my hair and put some much needed distance between him and I. “I’ve got to get back to class.”

Just as I pushed the handle down he grabbed my hand, “Oh no you don’t you have two very important names to disclose before I go on a fucking witch hunt. Was it that smug fucker Mark?”

“Nakamoto Yuta,” I sighed angrily while trying to twist my wrist from his grip, “How many times do I have to tell you that there is nothing going on between me and Mark?”

“As many times as it takes unless you willingly give up those two names…”

I swear to God if I could’ve slapped him I would have, I was past my breaking point. My blood was boiling hot, something only he managed to achieve. I’m entirely sure I’ve disclosed those two individuals to him before in the first place. I don’t know why he was being so dramatic.

“You weren’t the one who popped my cherry Yuta, you know that so there’s one…”

He nodded his head but then glared at me expectantly, “And the last one?”

“Seriously he was barely anything but second base–”

I heard his sharp intake of breath, “One base too many for my liking (Y/n), name now.”

“I don’t even remember his name. I was drunk at a party right after we broke up for the first time, I couldn’t even tell you what he looked like to be honest with you.”

“That’s classy babe, just hook up with anyone,” he snarled and aggressively ran his hands through his hair. 

“We weren’t together!” I scoffed, “It’s not like I slept with him, not to mention that this happened years ago! I haven’t been with anyone but you ever since. Including up to now. Your jealousy will be your downfall Yuta. ”

“Loving you is my downfall?” he asked with a sardonic brow raised.

I did not have the strength nor the patience left to have this fight with him again. I’ve tried one too many times to talk to him about this. I wasn’t going to beat my head against the wall again when I had a class of preteens waiting for me. 

“Are we done here?” I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest, “I really need to get back to my class.”

Yuta did that thing with his tongue and nodded his head, “We’re done for now. I’m taking our daughter for lunch and when I come back from Osaka you and I are going to dinner to finish this conversation.”

“Whatever,” I called over my shoulder. 

As I passed Johnny in the hallway I gave him another hug and apologized for putting him in the middle of another one of our notorious arguments. Poor guy probably felt like our third since he knew everything that happened in our relationship. He assured me that it was okay but I still felt awful.

As I walked back to my classroom I had this nagging feeling that Yuta may be a lot harder to put off then I initially thought. I was going to have to try harder and smarter if I wanted to get around Yuta’s constant watch.

I couldn’t have that threat of Yuki being taken from me hanging over my head. I had a lot of planning to do. With Yuta away for some time, I had the perfect opportunity to strike.

[kaneinthefuture]

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[quinnyundertow]

Can anyone recommend me a YutaxReader fic where he isn’t a psycho yandere 😭😭 please I’ll love you forever.

[smileyerim]

feeling brand new

rave boyfriend!yutaxreader. suggestive. 1.3k. he shows you something new. 18+ ONLY (as always, but i really really REALLY insist. dni under 18.) warnings: taking molly impulsively and making out

the song (listen to when prompted by “now”)

It’s hot in the pit during this set, and you’re having a hard time trying to convince yourself this is fun. It’s sweaty, the music is choppy and loud, and the $6 bottle of water you bought is empty now.

You’re eyes are trained on a woman dressed in barely a bikini dance and shuffle around to the music nearby you when your attention is taken away by Yuta’s hand leaving your exposed waist.

You turn around and you’re not so surprised to see him dap up a shirtless guy wearing rainbow aviators and what looks like a billion beaded bracelets on his wrist. Yuta’s friends with everyone, he’s well known in the scene and generally in the community. Even you knew his name long before you met him at a concert much more mellow than this music festivals a year ago. No sooner that the man comes by you, he leaves.

“Who was that?” You stand on your tippy toes to speak into Yuta’s ear. You’re practically yelling, the music is loud. It comes with the territory, of course.

“He’s a friend of mine. He’s at every rave.” He yells back into your ear. You lean back to give your boyfriend a frown before leaning back into his ear.

“Why did he leave so fast then if he’s your friend?”

Yuta’s face turns into a sly smirk as he opens his palm and notches his head down to move your attention to show you what was inside.

Now, you’ve been with your boyfriend for a couple months now, and he’s told you everything about his habits and activities every time he goes to a rave. This just happens to be the first time he convinced you to come with him. You knew about the drugs and the partying, but it didn’t necessarily hit you until right now as you stared at the little pink pills in a baggie in his hand.

“Now we wait.” He speaks again into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek and leaning back to give you his signature smirk.

You don’t know what possessed you in that moment to say what you said next. Maybe it was the boredom, maybe it was the fact that you’ve always been curious but never had the opportunity to try such a thing, or maybe you just simply wanted to join your boyfriend in on the fun.

“Can I have one?” And he gives you an absolutely shocked look before smiling a bit.

“You sure?” But he’s already opening the baggy again, placing one in your hand. You nod and before you have the time to think too hard about it, you’re placing the pink tablet on your tongue.

It takes a while for things to kick in, you’re half convinced Yuta had bought sugar pills until it hit you. Hard.

Night has fallen over the fair grounds, but it’s just as bright as morning with all of the colorful accessories people are wearing and the lights from the stage in front of you. Things are brighter, prettier even, and you’re having a difficult time remembering why you were so upset to be here in the first place.

Yuta’s hands on your waist feel electric as you dance to the beat, slightly grinding on him. You hear him giggle and it’s the greatest sound you’ve ever heard.

He leans down to whisper in your ears and it sends another shock of electricity and warmth through you, a flush rising on your cheeks.

“Feeling good?” That makes you giggle, turning and kissing him on the cheek. You really like him. Like really, really, really like him. He smiles at you and you stare into his wide eyes, the color barely visible with his pupils so blown out.

now

You didn’t even realize the artist had changed until the crowd started to cheer. In pure adrenaline you joined in, jumping up and down forcing Yuta to jump with you. The song starts with a fast and easy beat, the blue lights entrancing you as Yuta grabs you by your hips and pulls your ass up against his front, squeezing tighter. You begin to move your hips slightly and close your eyes, enjoying the new beat.

As the trumpet begins to play the crowd is blanketed in pink and you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from the beautiful lights as the beat picks up and Yuta holds you somehow closer. You feel warm, far too warm for the environment but you can’t seem to care.

Soon but not soon enough your racing heartbeat urges you to make a move on the man with the firey hands behind you. You slip, turning around to face him. He’s smirking down at you once you finally make eye contact. Your eyes roll back into your head as you close them to lean in, your lips making contact with his right as the bass drops. It’s a slightly sexy song, the beat thrumming up through your feet and into your heart. You feel euphoric, absolutely in love with the moment and with the man in front of you. You don’t even know how you went so long in your life without him.

Yuta’s hands pull you closer as you move your own arms up to rest on his shoulders. With your eyes closed, the brightest colors dance on the inside of your eyelids and his kisses feel like fireworks. He’s so warm and his kiss is so soft, sensual, and perfect. You can’t explain it, but it’s nothing like you’ve ever felt before and you want to rest here forever with your lips against his.

As you move your lips against his, you open up to allow his tongue to slip in. He tastes bitter, just like your own mouth does. You figure that’s due to your little pink friend you both indulged in. His hands leave a warm trail as they move down to your ass, grabbing a tight handful. You moan into his mouth and you can feel him smirk against you. You want him. More than you’ve ever wanted him, you think. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire. You feel both lazy and like you have the entire world at your disposal. You want to run a mile, or spend that same energy fucking Yuta into the first surface you can find to push him up against. Either or, you’d be happy either way.

He leans back when he feels your arms tighten around his neck a little more, he can read you like a book. He knows you want him but for now, you can’t have him. Not when there’s so many things he’s yet to show you while you’re in this state. You want to frown at the loss of contact but you can’t find it in you to be disappointed at much of anything, you’re just so happy.

He leans back and gives you a kiss on your forehead. You look absolutely gone. Your pupils are wide and your smile is permanent. He gives you another kiss and that leaves you to giggle as the song ends.

Even though you know this won’t last forever, you can feel it in your bones that everything will be alright as long as you have Yuta to kiss you again.

note: I’ve never done molly or gone to a rave (I don’t like edm and I had one bad shrooms experience I will never explain in detail) so don’t get mad at me for realism ok! love and light besties

[kjmsupremacist]

!!!!teaser!!!! WHEN IT WALKS (yuta/reader)

Reader is certain Yuta is the perfect man for her. But when ghosts from his past come back to haunt them, she finds herself reevaluating their relationship, digging deeper and deeper until she isn’t sure what is true anymore.

“This is why people cry at the movies: because everybody’s doomed. No one in a movie can help themselves in any way. Their fate has already staked its claim on them from the moment they appear onscreen.” —John Darnielle

“ORESTES: This was always going to happen. She’s been dead since the beginning.” —Aeschylus, The Oresteia

Characters: Yuta, Female Reader

Genre: horror, angst, ghosts and spirits, mystery

Warnings: discussion of suicide (no graphic depiction), blood, gore, horror, major character death, unhappy ending (kinda), some brief and nongraphic sex scenes, emotional manipulation, mental health issues, murder, violence, emotional and physical abuse, um like spooky shit (japanese onryō myth!)

Rating: Mature; Teen & Up for the teaser

Length: around 15k; 850 for the teaser

Projected Release Date: Saturday, October 30th

i feel like it goes without saying, but please read the warnings. also, obviously this, like all my other works, does not represent how I actually see yuta. I’m just having fun. I hope you will, too. 

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“[Y/N?]” The fortune-teller called from further within the shop, appearing around a corner. “Hello,” they said. “You may call me Aoi. This way, please.”

You followed them down a short hallway to a sitting room. There were beautiful, lush plants everywhere, and they gestured you to a few comfortable-looking armchairs arranged on one side of a small table, sweeping around the other side to sit in the chair opposite.

You picked the one in the middle, scooting it forward as best you could as they got settled. “Now,” they said. “What can I do for you today?”

“I’ve been having strange dreams,” you explained, feeling somewhat silly. “My mother is worried about me, so she told me to come… seek spiritual advice. She just wants to see how my future looks, I think.”

“Certainly. May I have your hand?” Aoi reached out with both of theirs; you extended your dominant hand, and they enveloped it in their own. Their touch was cool, their skin soft. “Ah,” they said after a moment. “You seem to be a very righteous person—worried about fairness, easily affected by injustices—which, given your line of work, unfortunately have not been scarce.” You were a little startled; it was true that you valued fairness and constantly worried over doing what was right. You liked to think it was how you kept yourself honest when you were surrounded by money-hungry crooks. Aoi blinked at you. “You work in a… fast-paced, male-dominated field, do you not?”

You smiled tentatively. “Yes,” you admitted. “Uh, I’m in finance.”

They nodded. “You should unlearn this. No one in your field values righteousness and virtue.” That’s true, you thought to yourself. Almost everyone in finance is corrupt as hell. “It will not serve you in your romantic life, either,” Aoi continued. 

“How?” you asked, curious in spite of yourself.

“It may blind you,” they said simply. “Yes, your romantic life… will be passionate, but tumultuous.” A tremor ran through your body. You were sure Aoi felt it, but they did not comment. “This new love you’ve found—he will be the last love you will ever know.”

“I’m sorry?” you asked. To be fair, you had thought it before—that Yuta checked all your boxes—but you hadn’t wanted to get ahead of yourself. They’re just saying it, you thought to yourself. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything. 

Aoi hummed to themself softly, then gasped and nearly dropped your hand. “I’m sorry,” they said quickly. “Your future is very… cloudy. I can’t see very far—only a few years ahead, and then… Nothing.”

It did make you tense up a little, though you tried to stay calm. “Ah,” you said with a nervous laugh. “Does that mean I’m going to die soon?”

Aoi narrowed their eyes, shaking their head slowly. “Maybe,” they said, which was not reassuring in the slightest. “Maybe not. Sometimes, it simply means there are so many moving pieces now that it’s difficult to tell.”

“Does it happen often—that you cannot see far into someone’s future?” You fought to keep derision and skepticism out of your tone.

Aoi must have detected it, anyway. Their eyes flashed. “No,” they said, somewhat sharply. “It is not common. I do not say this to scare you, or to try to scam you into coming back frequently for more readings or advice. I am simply telling you what I see.”

“Right,” you replied, feeling chastised somehow. “So… okay, then when will I know? Like, where does it cut off—if I do come back, when should I?”

Aoi was silent for a minute. “You will experience great turmoil within the next year. It will last for many months. You will be faced with a difficult decision.” Their voice had gained some odd quality to it that made you listen more intently. “You cannot play both sides. Make your choice quickly, and move on, one way or another. When the past no longer haunts you, when it walks free, your path will be set.”

They released your hand. “I—that’s it?” you asked. 

“That’s all I can see,” Aoi replied.

Feeling shaken, you got to your feet. “Um—is there some kind of… protective, like, talisman or something that could help me?” You felt strange asking for it, but despite your own skepticism, you couldn’t help but worry about what was to come if Aoi was right.

But Aoi shook their head. “There is nothing I can sell you that can protect you from your future,” they said. “You are smart, strong of heart and of will. Those traits will be your best defense.”

“Right,” you said again, not sure how else to reply. They led you to the door. “Um, thank you.” You smiled politely at them as you reached for the handle.

“You’re welcome.” They did not return your smile; instead, they watched you with an intense sort of curiosity. It wasn’t until you got home that you realized they also looked a little sad.

[maybeoneday2121]

Finding Her

YUTA X READER WEREWOLF AU part 2

“Shotaro, can you grab me that cloth?”

“Yes.”

You hear the blurry voice of people around you. You slowly come out of consciousness and feel the dampness of a facecloth on your head.

“Mom?”

You asks as you slowly open your eyes.

“Yes,dear?”

“What happened?”

Groaning in pain as you sit up from your bed.

“Oh you fainted out of shock your fine.”

She replies as she goes to help someone. You take a double look and everything comes back to you.

“WAIT, YOU’RE A WEREWOLF!”

You yell at the boy who was helping your mother in the kitchen.

“Yes.”

He sends you a smile as he turns his back to you.

“Mom, are you not scared?”

“No he’s a sweet boy and having him here is nice.”

She replies as they continue to bake, sugar cookies or something.

You get over the initial shock and go onto the kitchen to actually get to know the wolf in your kitchen.

“So, I didn’t quite catch you name.”

You ask as you come up to the boy.

“Shotaro.”

Sticking his hand out, you return it.

“Well nice to officially meet you.”

“Yeah, thank you for helping me out of the trap.”

“Yeah, no problem it was my trap after all.”

You grimace at that but shotaro just shrugs it off.

“If you don’t mind but I couldn’t help but wonder who was after you that night.”

“No not at all, that’s just my rival pack.”

Telling you calmly as he finishes cleaning up the mess on the counters while you help him clean.

“Oh, just you?”

“No, I have a pack.”

“Then why are you still here, would they be worried about you?”

You ask with nothing but concern.

“I don’t think I should go back right now.”

Sitting down in frustration he looks at his feet. He really did look like a sad puppy dog.

“Oh, I am sure you can go back aren’t packs supposed to be like family.”

You council him on the couch.

“Yeah, but they whole reason that pack wants to get rid of me is-, is-.”

“It’s okay Shotaro, you can trust me you tell the boy with complete honesty.

“My mate, she’s in the pack, but she’s in a arranged marriage with someone else for the strength of their pack.

“Oh, at least you know she won’t be hurt.”

You tell him your heart going out to him loading all of this on you somebody he just met a day ago but he trusted you with this you were going to be with him to help him.

“You know what, we’re going to save your mate.”

You declare jumping up with determination. Nothing really scared you, you always took care of your problems well. Werewolf’s were a daunting thought but you only live once.

“Y/n I don’t think I can do it.”

“No, thoughts like that make you fail.”

“You and your mate are destined to be together, a stupid little marriage isn’t going to get in the way of that.”

“Y/n, are you being serious?”

“Dead.”

Shotaro jumped with a smile just like you.

“We’re going to do it.”

You say with no doubt in your mind.

As the week went on you and Shotaro started to get close and preparing for your so called mission.

“All we want is to get in and get out.”

“Yes, these wolves are deadly and won’t hesitate to kill.”

“Shotaro, are you sure that you can’t ask for any help of your pack?”

You ask as you guys sit down for dinner the last day before you would be taking off.

“No, I have to do this without them.”

Shotaro proudly explains to you.

“You two better not get killed, I like you two very much you know.”

Your mom winks at the both of you in a playful way.

With that you finish dinner and head to sleep for the night. As you lay awake in your bed, the moon shining into your small room. The stars were out, they were beautiful.

Focusing on the log roof above you can’t help but think that something else had to happen for Shotaro to not want to ask for his packs assistants. It concerned you, you hadn’t known him for long but at this point you thought of him as a brother. You thought it was super cute when he was in his wolf from and how he would always play with Jasper and how he helped you with hunting, made things way faster. You hoped that everything in the end would turn out good and Shotaro could find his mate. Slowly drifting into sleep fast without realizing it.

Tweet,tweet

Your waken up by the birds chirping and the sun breaking through your window curtains.

You struggle out of bed like you do everytime.

About after 20 minutes of fighting the comfy bed you trudge downstairs of course Shotaro’s all ready and still eating, a lot, he was a werewolf after all.

“Y/n, are you ready?”

He also excitedly ready to see his mate safe and sound.

“Yep.”

Popping the p you respond to the boy.

After your mom made sure you were absolutely ready and you said your goodbyes the two of you headed out.

It was a day long journey to the packs house, Shotaro lead you while you were up on Jasper. The plan was to just wait until nightfall, sneak in to the packhouse and grab his mate. Simple.

The sun was setting as you and Shotaro set up camp down wind so you guys wouldn’t be found out. Waiting until nightfall you make finally make your way into the packs land. The house it’s self was huge, how you were going to find his mate was a troubling thought.

“Shotaro can you hear her?”

Asking about the whole mate connection that you didn’t really understand but thought it was cool.

“I am getting something, give me a sec.”

“Well we don’t have a many secs to spare. The two of you were sneaking into the back of the house. “She’s downstairs they kept her down there

“Ok let’s go.”

After successfully getting in you continue to venture into the house. Your heart was beating, you knew something was going to happen. Suddenly it just occurred to you, you’re human, what the fuck can I do?”

asking your self in your head your mind becomes filled with dread You had been so hyped to help Shotaro that you failed to think, why did your mother always go along with your crazy ideas.

“Shotaro, I can’t do this.”

You whisper behind you as your panic rises.

“What do you mean, y/n your the strongest person I have actually ever met that’s not a lie.”

“Ok,ok I can do this.”

“Yes we can do this.”

After the little pit stop you guys continue walking down a scary looking hallway.

“I can sense her, she’s here.”

“Nice.”

Sarcastically commented on the situation.

Shotaro brushes past you wanting to see his mate, you run after him not wanting to be left alone. When you get to the room it shocks you. A single cell. A young girl who was obviously Shotaro’s mate was tied to a chair in the centre and looked like she had been tortured for a week. That was strange to you considering that she was supposed to be set up for marriage, why would they hurt her like that. She didn’t look good.she was looking down, looking completely exhausted. The place was damp and gross. Shotaro ran to her and she looked at him with so much happiness her eyes lifted up and shined with love towards him. It was incredibly cute. Shotaro took her in his arms and lifted her up effortlessly.

“Ok let’s move.”

You tell Shotaro as he was still looking at his mate with love.

With that the three of you moved out again but you couldn’t be as smooth as before considering. You made it of the house but you had failed to notice that there was a hunting party coming back. They hadn’t failed to notice you though. You turned your head as you heard howling.

“SHIT.”

You yell out as three large black wolves start to give chase.

You knew you had to think fast Shotaro couldn’t take all three, you had to do something.

“Shotaro run back to camp and drop her off and came back to help me here.”

You tell him.

“You can’t take them all.”

“I can hold them for awhile until you help.”

“I-“

“Do it, I don’t call myself a hunter for nothing.”

You wink as you push him away.

You grab your bow and start to shoot. You didn’t know what you were going to do once they got close. You hit one in the eye taking him out for a minute, the two were getting closer and closer. About two strides away from you know.

“Oh fun.”

You saw their dark eyes and you were frozen.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒕𝒂?

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒇𝒇

Taeyong and Yuta were doing a life night patrol but they had both had been on edge for the entire time they both couldn’t put their fingers on it. Suddenly they picked the scent of Shotaro.

The two start to run to the scent wanting to make sure that he was ok, he had been missing for a week and he cut his mind link from the pack for reasons they both didn’t know. They finally see that Shotaro with a girl around a campsite. Shotaro quickly noticed them and looks away. The two of them come up to see what’s wrong.

"𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐?

"𝒊 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐-."

Yuta suddenly left and booked it, he smelled something so heavenly it called him and moved him like a magnet. Yuta smelled the strong scent of cherries and dark chocolate it was odd. Yuta was like a flash of light in the forest. He knew what it was, it was his mate.

In the moment app you could see the eyes as the animal was about to pounce on you you closed your eyes.

But the attack never came you opened your eyes and saw a beautiful white wolf fighting the wolves with everything he had. Shotaro and another black wolf came soon too.

After that the group of you guys got the heck out of dodge. You and Jasper were surrounded by the three wolves. You held hope on your arms, considering she was unconscious at this point she couldn’t come with Shotaro. You hadn’t spoken to any of them because they hadn’t shifted yet. The white wolf tended to get closer to you, and he constantly looked at you it concerned you. He was so pretty, you couldn’t help be drawn to him. His hair literally looked like it was glowing, he didn’t look like how the typical werewolf’s had been portrayed in the old books. Then again none of the werewolf’s you had met recently filled that role.

Tag: @misschubswrites

[originofjaehyun]

Prelude: After Story | Part 1 | Punch

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Word count: 2,929

Warnings: None

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“Make sure you tell him how you felt.”

The remark only received a giggle from the other party. “I’m not promising anything, Yuta. It will take time.”

Yuta took a final glance. There’s a hint of despair in the way he looked at her. “You packed everything?”

She nods. “I think so. Let me know if I left something. Well, that if you don’t mind. Else, you can throw them away.”

“Alright, I’ll let you know.” He smirked. There’s a pregnant pause before he continues. “I’ll see you when I see you, [Y/N]. Until then, please be well.”

Yuta could see she welled up, holding up her tears. He wished he could hug her and tell her that it will be fine, but that only contradicted the brave front he showed to her.

She finally waves her final goodbye, closing the door. It is a signal for Yuta to finally embrace his sadness. Legs gave in, he immediately crouched down, sighing.

“Damn, who would’ve thought I could fall for someone this much?” Brushing the hair that covers his forehead, he asked himself, with no one to answer.

Yuta walked to his bathroom, thinking that he would cool his head by taking a brisk shower. He took off his shirt, pausing in front of the sink before he entered the shower booth. He stared at his own reflection, blankly. No thoughts, head is empty. He just needs his time to process and to cope with his own heartbreak.

There are few objects that don't belong to him, and by then he noticed that she forgot to visit the bathroom when she cleared her stuff, leaving her toothbrush behind. He curled one side of his lips up, sighing regretfully before throwing the toothbrush to the trash bin nearby.

This is so I can forget about her faster.

Yuta taught to himself, before spotting another foreign item.

A pair of rose gold stud earrings. Yuta knows his pieces of jewelry because he never took off his. The simple design of the earrings is also a bit too plain for his liking, and the owner of them is no other than the person who just left this place.

He grabs it, about to throw them away. But hesitates, gripping the earrings inside his palm. 

Yuta looks at the earring once more.

Maybe, just maybe, this is the only part of you that I could keep?

–

Days pass per normal for Yuta. Except that the people around him notice that he’s anything but it.

“You alright, bro?” Doyoung tapped his shoulder, waking Yuta from his daze.

“What do you mean?” Yuta leans to the wall, inhaling his IQOS.

“I don’t know man, you’re off these days.” Doyoung took a sip of his grapefruit drink. “It seems like you have something on your mind. Have you talked to [Y/N] about it?”

Ah, so she hasn’t told him.

Yuta thought to himself, not responding to Doyoung as he drew out a translucent smoke.

“She might not be the best at giving advice, cause even she had a hard time figuring out herself. But I promise she’s a good listener, I’m sure she'll be able to give you some sort of comfort.”

Yuta just nodded to his statement.

He nodded because he himself knew how comfortable it was to be around her.

–

Yuta holds grudges. It was hard for him to admit it at first, but eventually, he accepts the annoying part of his personality. Fast forward five months after she left, Yuta still refused to go out. This clearly weirded everyone out since Yuta is the social butterfly. For him to reject their offer to visit the bar after office makes the lines on their foreheads more apparent than ever.

Yuta just needs some time, alone. He doesn’t know for how long, but what he knows is that he’s just not in the mood to put on a fake happy smile when his own heart is like a shipwreck.

So he spent another night in at his apartment, opening a bottle of rye whiskey. Truthfully, Yuta prefers sweeter booze –something that is more fruity like his usual Cassis Orange. However these days, those cocktails couldn’t shred his woe. He needs something stronger. He needs to be able to feel the burning sensation on his chest, replacing the pain of his heartache.

He went off to flump into the leather couch, putting down the glass of whiskey. He grabs the remote, browsing through the Netflix catalog. He stops, at one move named Kimi no Na wa.

He probably already watched this for million times. He loves this movie. Not only because of the well-executed animation and storyline, but it also reminds him of home.

And it painfully reminds him of her too. How she loved anime, and how her eyes glimmered every time Yuta told her a fun fact about Japanese culture.

“Did you know there’s a trivia behind her name?”

“Who? Mitsuha?”

Yuta nods, “Her name means three leaves. Funnily enough, it started from her grandmother, Hitoha which means one leaf. And you guessed it, her mother’s name, Futaba, means two leaves and her little sister, Yotsuha, is four leaves.”

“Whoa!” She shrieked excitedly. “That’s cute!”

Yuta laughed at the sight of her getting excited over something simple like this. It’s nothing much for a Japanese man like him, but for her it’s something new and Yuta finds it very adorable.

If she was still here, he would cross his arm over her shoulder. Cuddling her.

But right now, all he could do is to rest his arm on the backrest of his couch. The only warmth that he could feel is from the whiskey.

Unable to focus on the movie, so he diverted his attention to see his phone.

Oh, how he regrets it.

He saw her social. She was with a group of people that Yuta knew from that party. But his finger reactively clicked on one of the tagged name’s profiles.

Just to see him posted a photo of her. It was a candid photo, the person captured in the picture seemingly asked the photographer to stop. Her hands were blurred because she attempted to cover her mouth.

But she wasn’t quick enough to stop the photographer from capturing her smile. A smile so bright Yuta knew he wasn’t able to create. A smile that Yuta definitely misses.

The agony he felt amplified once he read the capture below the photo.

“I was yours, before I knew; and you have always been mine too.”

Yuta rolled his tongue over his front teeth. He knew he shouldn’t feel this way, not when he is the one who let her go. But he is pissed, throwing his phone away. 

He moves his palms to cover his eyes, resting his head. He lets out another sigh, but no matter how much he exhaled, no matter how much alcohol he drank, the rain cloud seems to follow him around.

“Fuck this shit.” He hummed to himself.

He took his phone again, this time opening a different app. It took him a bit longer this time, but at least whatever he was doing, managed to put a smile on Yuta’s face.

He then proceeds to dial a number.

“Hello, Doy? I’ll take a week off. I’m flying to Osaka tomorrow.”

–

“How could you come back home without noticing us?”

Yuta puts down his bag, worn out from the flight, “I can’t even visit my own home now, Nee-san?”

“What I meant was,” His sister crossed his arm. “Last time you visited Osaka, you’d stay at the hotel because you wouldn’t stay long. Mostly due to your business trip. What makes you suddenly miss home?”

“I just feel like taking some days off, Nee-san.” He replied without looking at this sister, busy unpacking his stuff. “Also, Imouto has been texting me, telling me to bring her some signed goods from TVXQ.”

“Well if you said so,”  Her sister knows how stubborn Yuta is, so she decides that she won’t press him further. “Come down when you’re ready. If only you told us you were coming earlier, mom would’ve cooked us Nabe. But we don’t have the ingredients, so you have to settle with curry tonight.”

Yuta finally looked back to smile at his sister, “Curry sounds great, Nee-san.”

–

It’s great to be home, Yuta thought to himself. 

The familiar road. People talking in his mother language. Food that is catered to fit his taste buds. He loves Korea, and everything it has to offer, but nothing could replace home.

“My, Yuta is that you?!” An elderly woman called for him, snapping him from his day daze.

“Oh, Baa-chan!” Yuta subconsciously lets out his signature radiant smile. “How are you? I hope your back is fine now.”

“Oh, you’re as sweet as I could remember, Yuta!” She giggled. “You never visit your home, this Baa-chan misses you a lot, you know? I don’t know how to use… what do they call those these days? Line?”

Yuta laughed. “Yes, Line, Baa-chan.”

“Right, I can’t contact you! You should come home more often. I could write you a letter but I don’t know your address in Korea.”

“I miss you too, Baa-chan. Sorry, I promise to visit again.”

Baa-chan sells taiyaki in his neighborhood. Yuta is her regular customer, and she has witnessed how much Yuta grew from a small boy who aspires to be an Ultraman to a successful businessman he is right now. Yuta settled on the bench in front of Baa-chan’s store, filling her with the missing information pieces where Yuta finally left home for his career.

“Now take this,” She offered him a bag of taiyakis.

“Oh, no Baa-chan. Let me pay,” He rustles his pant pocket, trying to find his wallet.

“My dear Yuta!” She pushes the paper bag to him, “This is a gift from me, as a thank you for visiting this old lady. Next time, bring your friend here so they can pay instead. Baa-chan wants to see your friends, I want to make sure they are good people.”

He lets out a soft chuckle. Baa-chan is always kind, and it touches his heart. Yuta treats her like she’s her own grandmother. “I’ll note that, Baa-chan.”

He waves goodbye to her and marches his way to a nearby park. The park used to be so big for the small Yuta. He used to think it would take forever to catch a ball that flies after his friend kicked it too high. But now that he’s a full-grown man, he even wonders how the hell he was able to play soccer with his friend in this field. 

He sits down at the bench, taking a bite of the fresh taiyaki. Baa-chan’s taiyaki is the best. It might be a biased opinion, but every bite is like a memory lane for Yuta. The irreplaceable taste of childhood.

The dusk is near, and there is no child laughter at these hours since all of them have their curfews. With nothing to keep him entertained, he unlocked his phone, casually browsing through his social before pausing his munching at one post.

“Can’t believe this man asked me to spend the rest of my life with him while I’m about to throw the trash away. I hope your future daughter will experience a much more romantic proposal, you weirdo.”

Involuntarily the red bean paste from his bread squirted out, due to the fact Yuta unconsciously squeezed them. Was it out of anger? Out of disappointment? Or out of regret?

His blood is boiling, and with nobody around, nothing stops him. Yuta is usually calm, but right now he just wants to transfer the excessive anger somewhere. Heck, the tree next to him can be his punching bag.

My mom always told me to finish my meal so you’re not leaving until you eat everything.

But right now, Yuta is unable to take another bite. He even forced whatever he had left on his mouth down to his throat.

Why did I let you go?

He scoffed, mocking his own thought, “Damn, what a pathetic person you are, Yuta.”

-

Your first impression on Yuta is probably how strong his aura is. His gaze is sharp, complemented with a well-chiseled jawline. So you would never think that the same person has a sensitive soul. Ever since his trip to Japan, the Nakamato residence in Seoul is always decorated with fresh flowers, handpicked by Yuta himself. This is his way of finding peace. He always wanted to have a pet, but his busy schedule makes him unable to own one. Instead, he’s been paying more attention to greeneries in his home. He said it was a therapy for him, and having a living plant makes the place alive, so he claims.

The bell on the door jingles after Yuta pushes the door open, cueing the staff who were busy arranging a bouquet to greet him.

“Welcome to Paradise!”

Yuta nods at the staff, telling her to continue with her arrangement and let him browse the flower catalog by himself.

Soon after, the bell jingles once more —only to reveal a young man with a sparkly eyes.

“Sorry, __! Taeyong left his apron behind so I have to make a visit to Kitchen Beat first.”

The person at the counter chuckled, “Don’t sweat it, Mark. We’re not that busy today anyway.”

“Let me put my bag first, then I’ll help to cut the stems of the carnations—“ Mark’s eyes grow bigger once he sees the familiar figure. “Yuta-hyung? Ah, I mean, Sir!”

Yuta turned at the sound of his name. “Oh, if it isn’t Mark!”

“Didn’t expect you to come here, Sir.”

“You can talk to me comfortably, Mark. We’re no strangers.” Yuta smiles. “Fancy seeing you here, too. Are you part-timing here?”

Mark nods. “Other than my job as an English tutor, working here actually calms me down. Maybe the flower gives the peaceful atmosphere?”

Yuta hummed, agreeing with his statement.

“Also, I can rest a bit because working here is not as busy as working at a cafe.” Mark continues, “Though we’re going to be busy pretty soon since Jaehyun-hyung ordered so many orchids for his wedding. Man, not just any orchid! If only he knows how difficult it is to obtain—“

Mark stopped at the sight of Yuta’s awkward face.

“Shit, Mark, how could you forget that he was your Noona’s ex-lover.”

He whispered to himself, but the store was fairly quiet with only faint instrumental song in the background —enabling Yuta to listen to each of his words clearly.

Your noona.

“Mark, go change to your uniform.” A female voice breaks the tension, flinching Mark who reactively gives Yuta a deep bow afterward.

Yuta definitely needs time to process what just happened. Pressing his lips together while occasionally biting the skin.

“A cheerful young boy, isn’t he?”

Yuta woke up from his daydream following her calm voice. “Mark is energetic, and I love how positive his energy is. Though sometimes, that can cause him to be slightly dense, too.”

Yuta couldn’t help but to let a single soft chuckle.

“So please forgive him, yeah? I’m sorry I couldn’t help but to overheard your conversation. Don’t take it to the heart, Mark was probably too excited. He didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know. No offense is taken. I just need some time to digest it.”

“Take your time,” she continued with her bouquet, tying up the ribbon as the final touch. “Though, if I could suggest, I think our daffodils are very pretty today.”

“Daffodils?”

“Yes, the yellow ones on that corner,” she pointed at a bunch of yellow flowers. “I’ll help you with a bunch. It’s on a house, as an apology from making you uncomfortable just now. Are you going to put it on a vase like the usual or are you going to give it to someone?”

Yuta widened his eyes, quickly shook his head, “Oh please no need, I’m not offended by all means.”

“As the owner of this shop, I insist, Sir.”

Yuta hesitates, but eventually gives in. “The usual. Actually, a single bloom is fine. I would feel bad, you know, if you're going to give me a bunch. Business is still business after all.”

His remarks only caused the other party to scoff, “Our business is doing well, Sir. So please don’t fret on it. Anyway, it would mean a different thing if I don’t give you in a bunch.”

“Different thing?”

“Ah,” She closes her mouth with her hand. “Don’t mind too much on it.”

-

After spending the whole day outside, all Yuta needs is a refreshing shower to wash down his sweat. He placed his new floral arrangement on his dining table, before taking his shirt off when he walked towards the bathroom. He threw his shirt to the laundry bag, and unlocked his phone, ready to play his shower playlist.

Bunch of daffodils?

He suddenly remembered how the florist mentioned the different meaning of daffodils. He quickly changed the tab, typing the question on Google.

Smirk appeared on his face, after so many days shied away from the surface.

“Rebirth and new beginnings, huh?” He said to himself. “How cheeky.”

He puts down his phone on the countertop, resting his arms at the sink before looking at himself in the mirror.

Yuta is determined.

He picks up his phone once more, dialing a number.

“Doyoung, do you know the best hair salon here?”

A/N: We’re back with this!! I’m so so excited to continue this hehe~ To be honest... continuing this series gives me a lot of anxiety. What if the audience don’t like it? What if the one who loves Interlude won’t like my approach on continuing the story in Yuta’s POV? At some point it was difficult for me to write this, but as I persistently write this, it became more and more enjoyable and eventually those thoughts don’t appear as much!

Another thing to note, to prevent any confusion, the reader for Prelude will be ___ instead of the usual [Y/N]. [Y/N] belongs to Interlude! So think of her as another character for Prelude!

Also again, I’d like to remind you guys again since there’s only three additional songs, this would be a mini-series instead of a full series like Interlude. But hopefully, you would still give Prelude tons of love too!

[pedocolorsofamazing]

I just published "What are we?" of my story "Twisted Love-Struck (Jaehyun X Reader X Yuta)". https://my.w.tt/mRrQXHCH2M

[dejuncullen]

Marido exemplar - Yuta (NCT)

—: marido e esposa, yutaxreader, oral (f), sexo sem proteção, finger sucking, dirty talk, breeding. Acho que é isso. Rs

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— Shhhh... Quietinha. — Yuta soprou as palavras para a esposa diante de si.

Estavam na cozinha, numa espécie de abraço ou troca de carícia. Não sabiam explicar o que era aquilo, só sabiam que o que faziam era bom.

A mulher de fato não esperava a carícia repentina, estava lavando os pratos até que o esposo surgiu de surpresa., encaixando os corpos e fazendo-a sentir a intensidade do seu desejo por ela.

As mãos masculinas vagavam de um lado a outro, apalpando os seios, alisando a barriga, apertando a cintura e carnes do quadril, dedilhando o ventre coberto e rodeando os dedos no nervo inchado até que ela liberasse os seus primeiros suspiros de prazer.

Porém, foi quando a dureza do seu homem roçou contra as suas nádegas que ela não conseguiu conter o gemido alto e desesperado. Apoiou-se na pia, as mãos espalmadas próximo ao escorredor, o rosto suado e febril, com os fios grudando na própria testa. A boca abriu-se de tal maneira que nenhuma palavra saiu com clareza, apenas os barulhos que o japonês desejava ouvir, ecoando pela cozinha e vazando pela janela, para que toda a vizinhança soubessem o que faziam ali.

Os lábios cheios fizeram questão de beijar a pele do pescoço, subindo para trás da orelha e descendo novamente até que pudesse morder de leve um dos ombros.

— Gosta quando eu faço isso, querida? — o quadril foi de encontro ás nádegas mais uma vez, fazendo-a cambalear e se debruçar ainda mais na pia. Os olhos se fecharam, tentando se concentrar no membro que se esmagava de tal forma contra as suas carnes, quente, duro e tão viril. — Eu estava louco para te ver. — mais um beijo seguido de uma mordida leve na bochecha. Dois dedos subiram até os lábios da esposa, afundando e fazendo ela sugá-los como de costume — Louco para ter minha esposa só para mim. Você sentiu minha falta?

— Hmm... Uhum... — grunhiu, dado que os dedos a impediam de falar corretamente. O Nakamoto intensificou as carícia, pressionando o corpo ainda mais e aprofundando os dedos até que ela desse os primeiros indícios de engasgo.

— Calma! Você consegue chupar meu pau sem se engasgar, então não quero vê-la assim somente com os meus dedos. — com a mão livre ele deslizou o botão pela casa, desceu o zíper e libertou o membro de dentro da cueca, resvalando a glande babada em uma das bandas avermelhadas devido aos tapinhas, nada leves, do homem. — Esta vendo como me deixa? Louco por você. O dia inteiro. — mais um tapa forte e o corpo feminino saltou com o susto. — Não teve um só momento em que eu não pensei em você. Em como minha esposa é boa comigo, cuida tão bem de mim. Porém, também lembrei como você é safada e necessitada. Como praticamente implora para eu te comer todas as vezes que chego do trabalho. E sabe de uma coisa? Eu adoro saber que você depende de mim, e que nem mesmo os seus dedinhos são capazes de acabar com todo esse seu fogo. — o Nakamoto estalou a língua de forma zombeteira, apoiando o queixo próximo a orelha dela e sussurrando — Você se tocou hoje, hm?

Ainda com os dedos em sua boca, ela não consigo seguiu responder e só balançou a cabeça em discordância. Por outro lado, o homem não acreditou em suas palavras e decidiu questionar mais uma vez.

— Você tem certeza que não se tocou? Ah, minha querida, eu sei que fez isso sim.

— Eu juro que não... — com muito esforço ela se livrou dos dedos somente para falar metade da frase.

— Shhhh.... Não mandei parar de chupar. — os dedos voltaram a cavidade e ela acatou a ordem — Eu te conheço bem, estamos casados faz dois anos. — riu escarnioso, descendo a outra mão até a calcinha para checar a umidade — E durante todo esse tempo não teve um só dia em que eu não te encontrasse com as perninhas abertas e os dedos teimosos tentando acalmar toda essa libído absurda que você tem. Mas não pense que acho isso ruim. Não mesmo. Acho incrível, pois dessa forma eu posso te comer o dia todo e ainda assim você vai pedir por mais, mais e mais, até não sobrar mais forças e ter que ir dormir para recuperar as energias perdidas. — o indicador afundou na calcinha, recolheu um pouco da lubrificação, levou até a própria boca e em seguida sugou tudo — Tem certeza que ainda vai mentir para mim, querida?

Ainda sem poder responder, a garota decidiu balançar os quadris de um lado a outro enquanto a coluna vergava mais para frente de forma que ela já estava deitada na pia, pouco se importando com a frieza do local.

Yuta retirou os dedos que ainda estavam na boca da mulher e decidiu ser um pouco selvagem com a garota. Se um dia aquele lindo vestido floral fora o seu favorito, agora não passava de velhos trapos. Com um puxão, ele conseguiu rasgar o chiffon em três pedaços, deixando-a somente com a lingerie bege. Aproveitando-se da quase liberdade, ele apalpou os seios da mulher outra vez, fazendo questão de puxar o sutiã para baixo só para revelar os mamilos já enrijecidos.

— Vira para mim, quero te chupar um pouco. — obediente como era, ela virou. Os olhos marejados, a boca inchada e algumas regiões do torso avermelhadas por conta das mordidas nada decentes.

Um sorriso orgulhoso surgiu nos lábios do homem que admirava a mulher como se ela fosse a própria Afrodite em sua frente. Os olhos brilhavam em devoção, as mãos deslizaram pela carne exposta a fim de memorizar cada detalhe visto, a língua lubrificava os lábios com constância e a respiração se desregulava a cada instante.

Ele abaixou até que estivesse de joelhos, posicionou uma das pernas da mulher em seu ombro e mergulhou em seu centro. Primeiro inalou e esfregou o nariz pelo tecido rendado que o impedia de seguir em frente, sentiu o calor abraçar o seu rosto, acalentando-o e o incentivando a desejar mais. A ponta do nariz prosseguiu com a carícia, no entanto, foi mais ousado ao direcionar até a fenda coberta e forçar sutilmente.

As pernas em volta do seu rosto fecharam por impulso, mas ele fora mais rápido em afastá-las novamente para que tivesse espaço para fazer o que desejava.

A língua serpenteou pela virilha, sentindo o sabor da lubrificação que já escapava por ali e pela calcinha, pois tamanha era a excitação da esposa. Os olhos se fecharam para aproveitar o momento e Yuta prosseguiu lambendo até não conseguir mais se conter só com aquilo.

Da mesma forma que rasgou o vestido, ele também fez o mesmo com a calcinha. Observou atentamente o centro molhado e o pontinho inchado, a boca salivou ao vê-la tão de perto, quente e necessitada.

— Quer que eu te toque aqui, amor? — perguntou com a voz mais doce que poderia ter.

— Sim, por favor! — a mulher suplicou em meio a tortura que era sentir a respiração alheia contra a sua região mais sensível.

— Você é tão linda! — dito isso, o japonês deslizou a língua devagar do início até a entrada — E saborosa.

— A-amor.... — gemeu sôfrega, as pernas vacilando por um instante enquanto ele a olhava com zombaria, sorrindo de lado.

— O que foi? Não me quer aqui? — a sobrancelha se arqueoou em uma falsa dúvida e ele lambeu os lábios sujos, retirando qualquer resquício dela dali — Mas está tão gostoso. Prometo que se me deixar te chupar, será recompensada. O que me diz, hum?

— A-amor, não.... Eu....

— Você o quê? — o rosto voltou ao centro, roçando a ponta do nariz contra o clitóris seguindo dos lábios que se fecharam no mesmo local, sugando de leve e fazendo a mulher perder o rumo mais uma vez. — Se não me disser com clareza o que está pensando eu não vou saber o que fazer. Vamos lá! Quero ser um bom esposo e dedicado, um marido exemplar como sua mãe me chama.

— Não para. Só.... Continua.

— Continuar com o quê? Com isso aqui? — a pergunta se tornou retórica a partir do momento em que o japonês se dedicou à sucção, recolhendo os fluídos e se afundando entre as carnes. Praticamente todo o seu rosto estava melado, desde o queixo, as bochechas e o nariz em sua boa parte.

— ISSO! NÃO PARA, POR FAVOR!

— Seu pedido é uma ordem, minha querida. — e como ordenado ele fez. As palmas agarraram as coxas com certa possessividade enquanto o rosto se afundava cada vez mais em busca do prazer de sua mulher. Ele sentia o pau fisgar mesmo já liberto, mas estava disposto a resolver aquilo quando terminasse de devorá-la.

Se existia uma coisa no mundo em que Yuta amava era se afundar e chupar a esposa até que ela esquecesse o seu próprio nome. Para ele, dar a ela o melhor orgasmo era sinal de honra. E se fosse necessário passaria horas a fio no meio de suas pernas só para que ela gritasse por ele até que não tivesse mais voz.

— Eu quero você.

— Hm? — se fingiu de sonso, intensificando a sucção e a puxando mais para si.

— Por favor! Yuta! Por favor!

Convencido de que já era a hora de prosseguir, ele se livrou das roupas e voltou a erguer a perna dela até que estivesse na altura do seu quadril. A glande roçou calmamente pelas carnes, rodeando e fingindo penetrar a entrada que o aguardava em ansiedade. Ele prosseguiu naquela brincadeira, já que queria vê-la implorando mais uma vez.

Com a canhota, ele puxou um punhado de fios até que ela pendesse a cabeça para trás. Os olhos se fecharam e os lábios se abriram, cenário perfeito para que ele fizesse algo costumeiro.

Concentrou uma certa quantidade de saliva e cuspiu na boca abaixo de si, repetiu mais duas vezes, mas em locais diferentes do rosto feminino para que ficasse completamente babada e destruída. Com a língua esticada, ele recolheu o próprio fluido que molhava o queixo e bochecha, e assim que terminou, foi em direção à boca inchada para iniciar um beijo profundo.

A destra que insistia no resvalar da glande, aproveitou para penetrar o membro de fato. Sentiu-se acolhido pela pulsação e calor que emanava daquelas carnes, o canal parecia cada vez mais estreito para si, o esmagava o obrigava a sair. Porém, o Nakamoto era insistente e não desistiria tão fácil, era sua missão alargar a sua esposa, deixá-la completamente abertinha para si.

E assim ele prosseguiu, cada vez mais fundo, bruto e teimoso. Os corpos colados mesclavam o suor um do outro, as línguas ainda se enroscavam num beijo afoito, e a canhota prosseguia puxando um punhado do cabelo para trás.

Os quadris se encaixavam com maestria e nem mesmo a televisão ligada fora capaz de ocultar os barulhos nada sutis dos corpos se chocando em tamanho prazer e luxúria. As bocas se separaram só para que Yuta pudesse repetir a brincadeira molhada, cuspindo na língua dela até que não sobrasse mais espaço no músculo e escorresse pelos cantos da boca.

Uma das mãos elevou a perna ainda mais, posicionado-a agora em seu ombro e lhe dando mais profundidade para que pudesse socá-la com mais afinco. Permaneceram assim até que ele sentisse o canal dar seus primeiros sinais do orgasmo, fechando-se contra seu pau e lhe causando um aperto inebriante, praticamente celestial.

— Vem, amor. Vem para mim!

— Amor.... Amor... — por mais que tentasse ela não conseguia formular uma frase sequer, estava imersa naquele prazer insano.

E após mais algumas investidas chegou em seu ápice, sendo tomada por espasmos e arrepios constantes. Os olhos se reviraram e os dedos se contorceram, assim como as mãos que obrigaram o marido a continuar as estocadas.

Yuta continuou, esforçou-se para prolongar o seu orgasmo, e quando sentiu que não poderia segurar mais foi aí que se desmanchou dentro dela, permanecendo ali até que a última gota tivesse sido expelida.

O japonês sorriu, olhou para o teto ainda sem rumo, a respiração falhada e o quadril ainda estocando, cada vez mais devagar. A mulher parecia cansada, destruída e cheia, completamente cheia. O corpo agora estava deitado no balcão, mas ainda conectado ao homem. As mãos cobriam os seios, o olhar vagava perdido em algum ponto da cozinha e as pernas estavam esparramadas. Ela sorriu assim como ele, e buscando findar tudo aquilo, o homem se retirou de dentro dela e a roubou um beijo mais uma vez.

— Gostou?

— Sim, eu amei. — respondeu de forma sincera, enrolando os fios do marido em um dos dedos — E espero repetir isso mais tarde.

— Você não se cansa, garota? — ela discordou em silêncio, e ele precisou morder a pele da barriga dela para arrancar uma risada — Tudo bem, eu faço isso por você. Mas por enquanto, — levou o médio até a fenda que liberava o líquido esbranquiçado, forçando o sêmen a entrar novamente — eu quero que você fique bem cheinha, pois nem só de sexo vive um casal. Eu quero filhos, para brincarmos pela casa e para assar biscoitos durante a tarde, tal qual nós dois fazemos.

— Você não acha que eles irão atrapalhar nossa vida sexual? Sabe, muitas das minhas amigas falaram que depois da maternidade sexo virou um evento histórico.

— Eu tenho meus métodos, não se preocupe quanto a isso. — a ajudou a descer do balcão e agarrou as nádegas com as duas mãos, apertando e fincando os dedos ao ponto das carnes saltarem pelo vão das falanges — Porém, enquanto ainda não temos um mini ser humano nessa casa, que tal tomarmos um banho?

— Só um banho mesmo? Todas as vezes você fala isso e nunca é só isso Nayu.

— Ah! Depende da minha amada, hm? — em um impulso, ele a colocou nos braços e caminhou até o banheiro — Se prometer não me atiçar como estava fazendo na cozinha eu tomo só um banho, mas se não....

— Poxa, então acredito que não conseguirei ficar quieta. — a língua passeou pela ponta dos dentes superiores e o homem precisou se segurar para não deitá-la no chão e foder com ela ali mesmo — Vejamos o que irá acontecer, não é mesmo?

— É sim. — gargalhou e selou brevemente os lábios — Agora vamos logo com isso, já estou começando a querer te comer novamente.

— Então coma.

— Garota, não brinca com fogo!

— Ué?! Não falei nada demais. Mas se não quiser....

— Eu nem preciso te responder. Agora vem logo para o chuveiro que eu te mostro tudo o que quero. — puxei o corpo parda junto do seu e ligou o registro — Só promete que vai ser mais silenciosa, porque dessa vez eu não vou poupar tapas todas as vezes que você ousar gritar. Espero que tenha ficado claro.

[wrapmeinatortilla]

"Your mama should've gotten her tubes tied."

You shivered at the cold rain drops that pelted at you from above. The sky was a deathly kind of grey, which didn't help the bad feeling that had already settled low in your stomach. You tried to focus on Ijichi's words, but the pain grew worse and worse the more you looked at the Detention Center. 

"Definitely a curse womb. Our window verified that about three hours ago. They were able to evacuate about 90 percent of the occupants as well as all citizens within a 500 meter radius. The center has been sealed off while we work." Ijichi spoke. 

You and Yuji raised your hands simultaneously. Ijichi called on Yuji first which made you shoot a glare at him. 

"What is a window?" 

"It's a term for those who can see curses but they aren't sorcerers." Ijichi then turned to you. 

"So what is this cursed womb thingy?" You asked. 

"It's exactly what it sounds like. A cursed womb is simply the fetal stage of a curse that will normally end up being a special grade." The term special grade made you freeze up, you could tell that Nobara and Megumi were feeling the weight of that term too. That made you come to the conclusion quickly that a special grade was nothing to sneeze at. 

"Um so I'm not really grasping the whole 'special grade' thing..." Yuji admitted with a confused look on his face. Megumi and Nobara sighed, but you tried to listen and shake off the horrible feeling building in your gut. 

Ijichi then suddenly appeared with a powerpoint and a pointer. You went to open your mouth and question it but Megumi gave you a silencing nod. 

"Allow me to explain at idiot level," You took offense to that as someone who also didn't know, "First there is Grade 4, a good attack with a wooden bat is enough for them. Grade 3, if you have a handgun you can rest easy. Grade 2, its a close call with a shotgun. Grade 1, a tank could be insufficient. Special grade...well you might be on even footing if you carpet bomb it with cluster bombs." You choked back bile that had risen to your mouth. 

Megumi finally spoke up beside you, "Normally a sorcerer who is on par with the cursed spirit would handle this and that person would be Gojo...but he's away on business." Of course that white haired bastard is. 

Ijichi sighed almost melancholic, "Unfortunately we are a short-handed business and you will often have to undertake missions beyond your expertise. However, this case is a urgent and abnormal one so no matter what, do not fight. Run if you encounter the curse or die. You are only being dispatched for the verification and rescue of survivors. Listen to your fears and stay alive." 

Just as Ijichi had finished his words of wisdom, you could hear commotion coming from the gate. 

"Excuse me sir! Tell me where my son is! Where's Tadashi? I need to know if my Tadashi is alright?!" The woman cried. The man guarding the gate tried to keep her back, keep her cries low. 

You grabbed at your stomach, dread coursing through your veins, replacing the blood that normally flowed steadily. Yuji noticed your drastic shift and grabbed your hand that was resting on your side. 

"Y/n no matter what happens, I'm gonna keep you safe." He brushed his fingers comfortingly across your knuckles. You stared at him, visions of your best friend covered in blood flashing across your eyes. You gulped, nodding steadily. 

"Y/n, Fushiguro, Kusgisaki...We'll save them, alright?" Yuji then said with the most conviction you had ever heard from him. 

You all hummed in agreement, but you knew in your soul that the vows made were fruitless. You fiddled with the holsters that were strapped to each thigh, toying with the handles of the pistols you had begged Gojo to replace the pom poms for. Your heart skipped beats at the thought of using them. 

This wasn't going to turn out well.

"Be careful, I will now put up my veil. Emerge from the darkness, blacker still. Purify that which is impure." Ijichi uttered. You watched as pitch black consumed the area above, concealing you all in a shield of void. 

"Woah, day is turning into night!" You would've smiled at Yuji's comment if you weren't so incredibly nervous. 

"That's part of the veil, it will keep us hidden from outsiders." Megumi explained before summoning his demon dog.

This caused you to squeal. You launched at the animal with snow white fur. 

"Awww what a little cutie!" You baby talked, brushing through the animals fur causing the dog to wag his tail. Nobara and Yuji were quick to also show the dog affection. 

A dog head plastered into the side of the wall oozing blood

You jolted away from the dog as if struck by lightning. The dog stared at you worriedly letting out a whine as your loss of contact. You reached out a shaky hand to entangle itself back into the dogs fur. 

"I'm gonna protect you buddy." You whispered as Megumi opened the block door. The dog ran ahead but you stayed close behind. If your vision was correct than he wasn't gonna make it and you were going to be damned if that happened. 

As you entered you could feel yourself wanting to puke all over again. The building that was supposed to only be two stories seemed like an endless maze. 

"The door!" Megumi shout shook you from your thoughts. 

"Hey its gone!" Yuji spoke. You drifted towards the black haired male as Yuji and Nobara started to walk in a circle chanting. 

"What do we do? What do we do? It's a major problem!' They singsonged. You had the urge to join their antics but your body felt like lead. 

"It'll be fine, the dog remembers the scent of the entrance." Megumi said. You let out a breath of relief. Yuji and Nobara began to fond over the dog once again which made you smile. 

"You're pretty awesome Fushiguro." You said softly causing the boy to glance at you surprisedly. He grunted a response before walking forward. 

"Let's keep moving." 

The four of you continued to walk through the detention center, each creak that released from the metal overhead caused your skin you crawl. 

However, as you entered another room, you all froze. There propped against the wall, was three bodies, two of which who no longer looked human, the third who was missing half of his body. 

You looked away as Yuji approached the dead, kneeling to the ground and throwing up the contents of your stomach. Nobara came up from behind you, placing a comforting hand of your shoulder. She whispered sweet nothings trying to get you to calm down enough to stand back up. 

You wiped your mouth, uttering a thank you before abandoning your puke corner to join the others. 

"Let's take his body back with us, it's that womans son. His face isn't too mangled." Yuji said lowly. You went to oppose but Megumi beat you too it, dragging Yuji away from Tadashi's body. 

"We still have to find and verify two more bodies. Leave this one behind." 

"That makes no sense, as soon as we leave it'll all be gone and we won't be able to come back later-"

"I never said we would come back. I said to leave it behind!" Megumi yelled, stunning you into silence. 

"What-"

"I'm not about to risk my own life for someone I had no intention of saving in the first place so forget it!" The silence was so loud it was suffocating. Yuji grabbed at Megumi's collar. 

"Yu had no intention of saving him? Are you kidding?" Yuji screamed in Megumi's face. You walked forward trying to calm Yuji down. 

"Yeah, its a juvie detention center. I had access to information about this guy. He hit and killed a little girl on her way home from school while driving without a license and that wasn't even his first offense." Megumi screamed back but he wasn't quite finished. "I know you've been on this whole saving people and giving them proper deaths kick, but tell me how are you going to feel when someone you save goes on to kill someone else later? Huh?!" 

"Fushiguro, Yuji that's enough-" You started to say before getting cut off by your pink haired friend. 

"So why'd you bother save me then?"

"You both need to cut it off! What the hell is up with you both? This is hardly the time or the place to be acting like..." Nobara spoke before disappearing into the ground. 

"Kugisaki!" You screamed, running over to where she had disappeared, only to feel solid ground beneath you. 

"Itadori! L/n! We have to run, we will find her later but right now-" Megumi stopped mid sentence. The energy in the room shifted suddenly, You looked at the wall next to you to find the head of Megumi's dog molded with the concrete. You bit back a sob as you thought about your promise to keep him safe earlier.

You then turned around, only to come face to face with the curse from your dream between Yuji and Megumi, staring directly at you. 

You could feel tears start to pool in your eyes as you were forced to peer directly at it. Megumi and Yuji couldn't move either.

Yuji abruptly reached for his knife which you internally cheered for. 

However, you were forced to watch the severance of your best friends arm in shock, watching as blood began to pool from the loss of the limb. 

"Oh fuck me." You muttered. 

Yuji wrapped his stub to try and stop the bleeding to the best of his ability. 

"Hey Sukuna, if I die here that means you die too right? So you have to help me out." Yuji spoke trying to control the bleeding. You walked up slowly behind your friend, as to not aggravate the curse who was oh so patiently waiting. 

"Not true in the slightest. Even if the parts of me that are inside you die, there are 18 other fragments of my soul that continue living. Though it is irritating that I don't have control of the body. So if you want to switch go ahead and switch, but once you do I will kill this punk sorcerer before the cursed spirit can." As if Sukuna could sense you coming from behind Yuji he spoke about you as well. 

"Then I will have my way with your friend here and I'll make your punk ass watch as I breed her with my heir. I'll have my way with the other woman as well, she's a lively one." You shook in disgust at his words. 

"I'm not gonna let you do that." Yuji said firmly. Sukuna shrugged his hypothetical shoulders. 

"Oh is that right? But if you get so focused on me then everyone here is going to die." Yuji grunted, turning to Megumi just as the finger bearer shot pure cursed energy into the ground. 

Yuji used his free hand to push you forward into Megumi's arms. 

"Take Y/n and go find Kugisaki and get out of here. I will stay here and keep this guy occupied while you get to safety."

"No!" You screamed instantly, catching the two boys off guard. 

"Y/n this isn't up for discussion-"

"I am not leaving you, absolutely not." 

"Y/n you have to please." Yuji begged, but you continued to disagree. Yuji looked into Megumi's eyes, pleading. Megumi nodded slightly trying to hide just how unhappy he was about this arrangement as well. 

Megumi grabbed you, firmly pressing you to his side, he tried to ignore your screams at him to stop as he summoned Nue to carry you away. But your voice was haunting as your screams echoed against the walls of the facility. 

As soon as Megumi thought you were safe, he landed, still holding you. As soon as your feet touched solid ground you were quick to throw yourself at Megumi, punching him square in the jaw. 

"You idiot! You should have let me stay and help him, if he switches with Sukuna he will die!" You screamed at the boy, your throat raw. 

"L/n-" Megumi began, only to be silenced by the sight of you pulling your twin pistols on him. 

"Let me through Fushiguro I have to get back to Yuji." You cried. Megumi shook his head no, calmly approaching you. 

"L/n you know I can't do that." 

"I will shoot-"

"No you won't. Listen, we will find Kugisaki and get her to safety and then we can both come back and help. But we are of no use to anyone if we are dead." Megumi calmly stated, taking a deep breath as he watched you lower your pistols in shame. 

"I'm sorry-" "It's fine let's just find Kugisaki." 

You watched for the second time as Megumi summoned his demon dog this time giving a different order, to find Nobara. You followed behind the hound as fast as you could. 

You finally had your head on straight and with every step you felt more and more guilty for threatening your classmate who in reality had done nothing wrong. 

The demon dog stopped suddenly, barking at a room. You and Megumi ran in as quickly as you could, the room revealed Nobara being held up to a curses mouth. The mushroom with arms and legs started to lower the girl into his mouth ever so slightly. 

You ran, channeling cursed energy into your feet to launch yourself above the curse. You fired your pistols off simultaneously, killing the curse almost instantly. The other curses around you were quick to move in but were quickly dealt with by Megumi's serpent. 

Nobara was caught by Megumi's frog who held the injured girl safely in his mouth. 

"We're out of here!" You shouted, shooting your pistols at the curses who refused to die. 

"You know I really hate frogs." Nobara whined. 

"That's too damn bad!" Megumi responded. 

You pet Megumi's remaining demon dog as it let out a howl to alert Yuji the three of you made it out. 

"L/n and I will wait for Itadori." Megumi said to Ijichi. Ijichi nodded. 

"Okay, I will bring Kugisaki to the hospital and then return for you." 

"Honestly that wouldn't be the most helpful in this situation, what you could do is send a Grade 1 Sorcerer or higher."

If this goes south...if the worst case happens...

It will be my responsibility to end him

Megumi watched as you tried to calm yourself down as you prepared to reenter the death trap. You had begun to fiddle with your fingers, the demon dog standing protectively at your feet.

And to keep her safe. 

A/n: It broke my heart to keep the white demon dog dead

[bigbangclappin]

Baby Daddy Gangster 2

Summary: Ding Dong! Your baby daddy is back and wants in your life and your daughter’s. And with that smile you might as well shove the door wide open.

Paring: Nakamoto YutaXReader(1st Person POV!)

Warnings: Cursing! Baby Daddy themes, mentions of smut, toxic relationships, Mafia/Yakuza themes (It’s not glamorous in real life folks!) 

Word Count: 2,382

A/N: GUYS IT'S FINALLY HERE! PART TWO! I hope it's enjoyable! I loved writing it! Let me know if we want a part three!

Tag List: @iveivory @champagne-n-yachts @dilfjohhny @junglewoos

Part one

Unknown number: Is Yuki wearing a 3T or a 4T?

You: Who is this?

Unknown number: Really baby?

I shook my head in exasperation, throwing my phone into my back pocket.  The man was relentless to say the least, he did earn that title fair and square. 

What could I have possibly been thinking back then? 

Clearly sexual gratification was worth more to me than my hypothetical child’s future, because now here I am. Stuck with a gangster for a baby daddy who didn’t understand the phrase get lost. 

I shrugged my shoulders, well there was nothing I could do to change who Yuki’s dad is now. I just had to live with the consequences of my actions. 

Which wasn't all that bad considering my daughter was healthy and happy, I grinned as she played with her dolls on the floor. She did resemble her father, with her pretty smile and expressive eyes, she received all the best qualities of Yuta it seemed.

“Mommy?” Her sweet little voice asked from where she sat on the floor.

“Hmm?”

“Guess what?”

I giggled because she loved to play guessing games ever since she could speak in almost full sentences. I never had the heart to discourage her playful chatter despite her daycare teacher’s warning about how it was becoming disruptive in class. 

“What?” I replied casually, taking a sip from my drink.

“I met Daddy today.”

My entire mouthful of beverage was spewed across the room and on to my daughter who whines. 

“Mommy ew!” She cried, wiping her little arms in disgust.

“Oh Yuki I’m so sorry sugar,” I snagged some paper towels from the kitchen and began cleaning her off. 

“But what did you mean by you met Daddy?” I asked keeping my tone as even as possible. “You don’t have a Daddy, remember?”

She shook her head defiantly, her dark hair flying every which way, “I do have a Daddy mommy! And he’s pretty! And look he gived me a present!!”

My heart was racing as she flew to her small panda backpack. She rummaged through it for a moment before wobbling her way back to me with something in her tiny hand. 

When the gold glinted in the light I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, he really went behind my back. I shouldn’t have been surprised, I shouldn’t have felt hurt either. Yuta was resourceful and clearly he used those resources to his advantage to find Yuki’s school.

The tiger bracelet in my daughter’s hand mocked me; after everything I had done to keep that God damned insignia out of her life he literally just dropped it in her hand like nothing. 

Once a fucking bastard always a bastard. 

It took all I had in me to not snatch the piece of gaudy jewelry out of Yuki’s hand and melt it in my fireplace. I took a very, long and deep breath in. 

“Yuki, how did you get this?” 

“I told you Mama,” She exasperated, “Daddy gived it to me”

“It’s gave love,” I corrected, “Where did he give it to you?”

 She put her finger to her lips in thought, “Mr. Lee tooked us outside to play and dis really big car was dere. Den a big scary man got out, he was not nice Mommy, but den Daddy got out and yelled my name–”

“Yuki, that's dangerous, we've talked about not speaking to strangers!” I scolded her, literally stunned. My daughter was so trusting she basically ran into her father’s arms without question. 

She recoiled at my tone and began playing with the little trinket on the bracelet out of nervousness, “But Daddy isn’t a stranger…”

I didn’t mean to scoff at my child but she had never met her father once, I know Yuki was sweet and that she was young but I couldn’t understand why she went against what I taught her for a man who is a complete stranger to her. 

“Yuki,” I sighed, “You don’t have a daddy Sugar.”

Her cheeks turned red with a huff, “I do too!”

I put a hand to my forehead ready to end the man I had loved for most of my life. This is exactly why I wanted to keep him out of her life. 

“Where was Mr. Lee?” I decided to change my questioning to keep her from getting any more upset.

“He came over after Daddy gived-gave me my present.” 

“Did he say anything to…Daddy?” I literally had to swallow the bile rising in my throat.

It took Yuki a moment to respond before she said, “Mr. Lee picked me up and asked Daddy who he was.”

“Anything else?” I pushed knowing it was a little unfair to expect her to remember everything the men said or did but my three year old was my only witness.

“Ummmm yeah!” she said excitedly, “Daddy asked Mr. Lee why are you holding my daughter? And then Mr. Lee said dat I don’t have a daddy. But den Daddy showed Mr. Lee a piece of paper and Daddy told me that he would see me and mommy later and got in the big car again. ”

Oh Jesus Christ. He never changes. Over possessive asshole and what the hell did he show Yuki’s teacher? Such a jerk off move to use my kid as a way to exert some weirdo caveman claim on me. 

This was a mess I did not agree to and it was stressing me out. I had no immediate fix to remedy Yuta throwing himself into Yuki’s life. I didn’t even have a clue on where to begin to unravel everything my baby daddy put into her head.

“Thanks baby,” I patted her head, “Go wash your hands, dinner is almost ready.”

“Okay mommy.” she scooted off as I made off for the kitchen.

I never quite made it there because there was a knock on the front door. I sighed I didn’t want to deal with any door-to-door missionaries or salesmen. I went to check the peephole and saw my worst nightmare standing there.

Looking more delicious than the last time I had seen him. Tight ass tshirt hugging his pecs and abs. His organization’s tattoos were covered by the jacket he wore all but the ones on his neck. That same damn tiger he gave to Yuki was peeking over his shirt collar like a damn slap to my face.

Against my better judgment I opened the door. I had a bone to pick with him about going behind my back.

“So you’re a stalker now?” I asked with a strong bite.

He flashed his panty dropping smile at me as he smashed the cigarette he was smoking out under his fancy loafers.

“Only for you baby,” he poked at me with that cheeky tone, “And of course our beautiful Yuki.”

I frowned in anger instantly, “You had no right to go to her school Yuta.”

He tsked, “Why not? Because you said so? Last time I checked I never signed over my parental rights.”

“Are you serious right now?” I gasped in shock, “You abandoned us not an hour after she took her first breath! You never came out of the shadows to do anything with her! As far as I am concerned you did sign off on any kind of rights or relationship.”

His cheeks flushed red which meant he was starting to lose his temper. A real shocker.

“You have no idea the threats I was facing at work, I abandoned our family so that you and our daughter wouldn’t get hurt or worse.”

“Why weren’t you honest with me then? I would’ve understood if it came down to her safety—”

“You’re full of it babe you gave me a hard time whenever I uttered a single word about the family. If I had told you the truth at the time you would’ve ran and I would have never been able to keep tabs on you and Yuki like I’ve been able to since she was born. At least this way I could be with you during your pregnancy and keep you both safe even if that meant I couldn’t be with you after you gave birth to her.”

My head was spinning and I felt like I was being gaslighted, “When I told you I was pregnant you told me to get an abortion.”

He let out a hum, “And when you slapped me across my face that was the end of it. I knew how serious you were about wanting her. I never said another word about it.”

“You’re literally insane…” I mumbled running an entirely confused hand through my hair.

“No doubt about that babe you knew that when we got together back in school. Now that we’ve cleared the air may I please come in and see our daughter? I brought gifts…and since you chose to be petty and ignore me about what size she is I also brought gift receipts.”

I finally noticed the large men standing off to the side with armfuls of gift bags, large, small, medium, mostly girly in prints and pinks. Oh my god he’s bribing my kid, he’s seriously bribing my daughter. 

“Yuta do you realize how confusing this must be for her? Like you were nonexistent in her three years of life and just want to pop in with presents and pretend like you were always there? That’s not fair to her, just because you’re her biological father doesn't automatically mean you have a relationship with her. And while we’re on the subject, what the hell did you show to Mark?”

Yuta ticked his jaw to the side and licked his lips; he was angry for sure.

“Who the fuck is Mark?” He snapped at me some of his cool demeanor flying out the window. 

Jealous. Again. Over someone who watches Yuki. Utterly ridiculous.

“Yuki’s teacher, remember?” I bit back, “You shoved something in his face, what was it?”

“Her fucking birth certificate,” he said with a clenched jaw, “So you’re on a first name basis with all of her teachers then?”

“Nakamoto Yuta,” I spat, “Enough with your petty jealousy it’s irritating and irrational and also unwarranted.”

“Apparently it isn’t if you’re on a first name basis with her teacher.”

I was 1000% over his childish attitude. This wasn’t the first time we argued over his tendency to get jealous. 

“Have a lovely evening Yuta,” I started to close the door but one of the beefy men blocked me from slamming it in my baby daddy’s face.

Yuta snapped at the man in Japanese but looked back to me, “Let me in to see our daughter (Y/n).”

“I didn’t bow to you three years ago and I’m certainly not doing it now,” I growled at him, “You can’t snap your fingers and expect me to jump for you like a dog.”

He ran a hand through his dark shaggy hair in anger, “I expect you to let me have a relationship with our daughter.”

I folded my arms across my chest in means of frustration and protection, “What’s your endgame here Yuta?”

“There’s no endgame here (Y/n) but wanting a relationship with Yuki.”  

“Why now though Yuta?” I questioned him with my head tilted.

He opened his mouth to answer when a small cry came from behind me. “Daddy!”

I blocked my daughter’s view by placing my legs in front of the small slot made by the door, “Look what you’ve done. How am I supposed to explain to her that you left when you inevitably leave again?”

The look on his face was a mixture of anger and hurt with his jaw clenched he said, “What I did to keep you and Yuki safe should not be what you hold against me (Y/n), I’ve done a lot of things to warrant your resentment but this is not one of them I promise. You chose me too, you know? It takes two people to have a baby.”

“It’s not my fault the condom broke Yuta…” I growled quietly and my eyes shifted toward my elderly neighbor who was out walking her Poodle. Apparently I wasn’t quiet enough since she gave us an affronted look on her way by.

“It’s your fault you weren’t taking the pill babe,” he said just as angry, “We can point fingers all we want but it’s a little late for the blame game don’t you think? All I want is to see our daughter. Regardless of our past, Yuki has the right to a father.”

My daughter began swatting my legs so she could get to Yuta, “Mommy I wanna see Daddy. Move please!”

I scoffed at how rude my daughter was, “Yuki, that's not how we ask to get by, telling someone to move is impolite.”

“Sorry Mommy but Daddy’s here!”

“Sugar I’ve already told you that you do not have a–”

“(Y/n) don’t you dare finish that sentence. You’re the one that’s going to confuse her. Come here my baby girl, I brought you something!”

My blood boiled as I watched my baby daddy pick my little girl up and kiss her cheek while letting her peek into one of the large gift bags. I couldn’t resist the little smile that poked through at her excited squeal, her happiness was contagious.

My stomach may have done a flip when I noticed the soft look on my ex’s face as he helped Yuki rifle through the clothes he had bought her. It was probably just wishful thinking on my part, but seeing him hold my child just felt natural.

I awkwardly made eye contact with another neighbor who lived across the way and even with the distance I could see the judgmental look on his face. I sighed, finally relenting to let the men in. I didn’t want anyone to report me to the landlord on suspicious activity.

I pushed the door aside and motioned to Yuta, “Come inside, people are staring.”

He gave me that gorgeous smile that got me pregnant in the first place, “Thanks baby.”

As I allowed his guards inside I knew I was going to live to regret my decision but what could one visit hurt?

A lot.

It could hurt a lot.

[lustbile-archive]

Hey, Bartender!

YutaxReader

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary/Warnings: The usual for this series. Smut Yuta and Reader are complete strangers. Sharp object play, blood play, and semi public. Yuta just being generally suspicious at times.

This is a part of my Club X series. The other works can be found in the masterlist Here

(I recommend reading the other works to get a better idea of how club x works)

Maybe it wasn’t in your best interest to wander over to this side of town in the first place.

It definitely wasn’t in your best interest to willingly walk into the messy apartment of a man you had only been messaging since the night before, but he seemed nice enough and you needed something of a distraction. Plus he promised you a few free drinks and a nice movie, so why not take a chance and lean back into his old worn couch?

You weren’t surprised when he made a move on you. Yeah you had explicitly told him you weren’t looking for a hookup tonight, but he was still some random guy from a dating app that you were really only using for some attention and free alcohol so you couldn’t even feign shock when his rough fingers landed far too close to the hem of your dress.

Luckily, you were only a few drinks in, and his stuff was cheap and watered down, so you simply brushed him off and walked out of his door and back into the dark and unfamiliar street.

Not many people would walk out of an unsuccessful tinder date and immediately stumble into a shady club, but tonight you weren’t in the same mindset as many people. In your eyes, your judgment was already a little off tonight, so what was the harm of adding to it?

The blaring white of the neon sign almost felt hypnotic when you passed it on the way to the bus stop. Was it there when you walked by earlier? You didn’t remember seeing it, but maybe they just hadn’t opened yet. It was as if your feet moved on their own, moving you to walk through the cramped doors, the fact that there was no waiting line to enter the building completely ignored by you.

The deep bass that shook the floor pecked at your head like a sculptor trying to carve a likeness from the marble of your skull, the red lights making you feel like you stepped directly into an unknown hell. The air smelled strangely sweet and it was as if it clung to your skin the second you stepped in. Sweaty bodies filled every space of the room, the amount of energy pumping into the atmosphere made you feel lightheaded and overwhelmed. The small voice in the back of your mind repeating that you should leave was slowly being suffocated by a sudden urge to move.

You stumbled over your own feet, shoulders of people rushing past shoving and pushing you around. Though the roughness of their bodies were drowned out when you saw the bar stools lined up one by one.

A drink. That’s why you came in. That’s what you convinced yourself of as you crawled into one of the seats at the end of the bar, the vinyl of the seat was split and cracked exposing the foam underneath.

Once you're seated, it’s like a crash after a sugar rush. You're sleepier than you were on your way through the crowd, but the small buzz of energy was still there. Your forehead meets the palms of your hands as you lean on the worn wood of the bar, it takes strong will to ignore the sticky substance that your elbow had landed in as you try to even your breathing.

“Someone needs a drink,” mean spirited sarcasm dripped from the voice in front of you, a small laugh punctuating the words of what you assumed was the bartender. How’d he get over so quickly?

“You could say that again,” you slowly lift your head, your skull feeling like it was filled with sludge.

When your eyes meet the ones of the boy in front of you, you can’t help but notice the shift that happens behind his eyes. He’s still amused by your misery, but there’s something there that almost reads as recognition, as a knowing. It seemed like the devious grin he wore twitched down to a concerned frown, but only for a moment. Or maybe you were letting your need for normal human interaction mess with your head. Either way you ignore it for more important matters.

“You wouldn’t happen to have wine back there would you?” the small smile he offers has a tinge of pity that makes you cringe.

“I’ll see what I can find,” you try not to flinch when his hand meets your arm in what was meant to be a comforting tap, “are you partial to red or white?” he’s already turned to look at the bottles lined behind him, turning momentarily to add, “or something tells me you might be a rosé type hm?”

“I’m not really in a position to be picky right now,” you offer a tight lipped smile at his assumption, as no amount of time that you’ve spent talking to this boy warrants him making assumptions about you.

You turn in your seat, letting your eyes fall over the crowd of people around you. You can’t help but notice that there’s an unspoken perimeter surrounding the bar that hinders the club goers from crowding too close. From what you can tell from the types of people that chose this place as their place of the night, you’d assume there’d be a group of party girls taking shots or a handful of boys with weak relationships with their masculinity placing bets on who could chug a beer faster, but it was nothing like that.

There were a few other people seated at the bar, but none close to you, and even then they seemed to be in a similar situation as you. Even from the long length of the bar, you could see a few people slowly sipping drinks with their heads dipped low, one man even having his face pressed flat against the wood seemingly passed out.

A cold glass touching your arm pulls you from your thoughts and makes you jump. You turn faster than you planned making you feel dizzy as it feels like your brain has started to freely float in your head. The presence of the bartender was confusing as you had thought he would leave after giving you your drink.

“Here,” he smiles in a way that should read as nice, but there’s something behind his wide eyes that makes you shiver as your fingers wrap around the glass, “I hope you like it, it’s a good one.”

The liquid swirling in the glass is a cool lilac. It swirls with blues and whites and almost looks like it glitters below the low lights. You look up at the boy in front of you warily, your teeth gnawing on your bottom lip before you bring the glass to your lips.

It’s cool as it slides past your drying lips, the taste almost like candy as the alcohol bleeds into your veins. There was nothing you could compare it to, as it was a flavor you’ve never had in your life. With only one swallow in your system, you already feel your muscles relaxing, the nerves that bit at you calming as your mind was set into slow motion.

“It’s really good,” you smile up at him in a way that can only be described as gooey, but you can’t suppress the warm feeling that floods you regardless of the temperature of the drink.

“I’m glad you like it, it’s a favorite of mine,” the underlying meaning of his words pass completely over your head as he reaches for a glass a few feet away and begins to wipe it with the rag on his hip. Was that glass there when you sat down?

“So,” he starts, he leans against the bar as he twirls the glass between his fingers, “what brings you to a club like this? You don’t seem like the type to be in here.”

“Bad week,” you shrug as you bring the glass back to your lips momentarily, “bad life.”

You only quietly mutter the last part into the rim of your glass, but he seems to hear it regardless. You always assumed spilling your guts to a bartender wasn’t something that actually happened, or at least happened to people much more inebriated than you, but the response fell from your lips so naturally there was no holding them back.

“That’s what I figured,” he shakes his head slowly, before lifting the glass to inspect it for any spots. Once he’s content with the cleanliness, he places it down and looks at you again, “but I guess it’s my job to help.”

“Help?” your head tilts as you speak, a dry laugh coming out as an exhale from your nose, “aside from keeping my glass full I don’t know if there’s much you can do.”

“Of course there is,” his eyes squint as he assesses you, the smile he offers makes his teeth look too sharp for his mouth, is this what it’s like to be hunted by a shark? “Like I said it’s my job.”

“Your job to keep random club goers happy?”

His head shakes again, and you nearly jump from your skin when the tips of his fingers brush the back of your hand, “not club goers. You.”

The look he holds in his eyes suddenly shifts with the single word. The stare he gives you is hard and almost unnerving, but you can’t force yourself to look away. It’s as if he’s trapped you frozen in your seat.

“And how are you going to do that?” you wanted to sound doubtful, maybe accusatory, but your voice comes out small and curious.

“You look smart,” he pinches the skin on the back of your hand, before he turns it over to pet at the sensitive skin of your wrist, “I think you can figure it out.”

“We’re supposed to do that in a crowded club?” you play along, your fingers returning the favor as you brush them against the length of his arm. The offer didn’t sound unappealing, he was gorgeous. Enough that you questioned why he had chosen being a bartender in a shady club as his profession, and if he wasn’t working and he offered to take you home you wouldn’t say no. But in the middle of a club?

He shrugs before he wears a devious smile, “everyone else is.”

Your chin juts forward and you eyes widen in confusion, before you turn slightly to face the crowd. You’re not sure why you made sure not to turn enough to lose his touch.

What he said was true. Maybe you were too eager to get a drink when you first walked in, or maybe you just chose to ignore it, but he was right. The crowd that once seemed like it was only filled with dancing bodies, takes on a new monstrous form as you look at it now. There’s still people dancing, but as you look closer you begin to notice greedy hands and desperate mouths moving without a care of who could see. Skirts push up and underwear pushed to the side as random couples, and even a few groups, enjoy the pleasures of one another.

“Oh my god,” you turn back to face the grinning man in front of you, your fingers wrapping around his arm in an attempt to ground yourself, “what kind of club is this?”

“Oh come on,” he sounds unimpressed at your shock, his nails now gently scratching at your skin, “you’re grown, don’t act like you’ve never seen it before.”

“But I- I don’t know what…” you stutter over your words. The sight was a shock, and you can’t help but feel a bit scandalized, but there’s no way for you to ignore the warmth that settles in the seat of your underwear at what you saw and what he’s suggesting.

“But I’m still technically on the clock so we’d have to be quick,” he ignores your rambling as he pulls away from your skin to untie the small black apron he had wrapped around his hips.

“You want to have sex with me in, not only a crowed club, but a crowded club that you work at?” your fingers grip at the edge of the bar as you lose his arm to hold to, your body all but vibrating as he scans the space at the side of the bar for something, or someone. There’s no ignoring the way your heart begins to rapidly beat in your chest.

“You won’t believe me if I tell you why it’s okay for this to happen,” his casualty to the situation makes you curl into yourself, “but there’s a reason you're here, so there’s no point in acting like you don’t want it to happen.”

Your mouth closes tightly at his accusation, but you have no points to argue. He was something of a charmer, you wouldn’t be surprised if he could convince you to help him rob a bank at this point. You’d be ashamed to admit out loud that the idea of this is getting you excited.

He waves a younger guy over, before turning back to you, “you want it. It’s impossible for you not to,” he clicks his tongue as his eyes travel your body. You lift slightly from your seat in anticipation, your legs shaking in response, “but you still seem apprehensive, so what do you say we go somewhere quick and private?”

You wordlessly nod as your nails dig into the old wood of the bar. The guy he motioned over is now leaning over the bar with eyebrows raised in curiosity, as the bartender leans to whisper something about covering for him while he’s gone. The knowing smile the guy offers in response makes your hair stand on end in embarrassment at the idea of someone else knowing what you were about to do.

Your embarrassment fades slightly as you watch the man begin to round the corner of the bar to reach you. Your heartbeat reaches your throat as the situation you’ve found yourself in begins feeling too real.

The younger guy presses himself against the bar, patiently waiting for the man to pass. All he offers is a teasing, ‘we told you someone would come’ earning him an irritated swat on the shoulder.

The grip around your wrist is tighter than you would have expected as he begins to pull you along his side. When you glance back at the boy left at the bar in curiosity, all you’re offered is a sly wink.

The trek through the sweaty bodies on the dance floor is nothing like the one you took earlier. It was as if people were purposefully moving out of the way of the cold man you trailed behind. You would have thought that was exactly what was happening too, if it wasn’t for the fact that no one spared you two a glance.

You can’t hide the cringe that hits your nerves when the bathroom sign comes into view, you hesitant steps only making him tug you harder behind you. Was this really his idea of somewhere private?

The door of the men’s restroom creaks loudly as he swings it open, a loud bang ringing out in the space when it hits the graffitied wall. Surprisingly, it’s empty when you enter, and for a restroom there doesn’t seem to be any strong smells. Your curious eyes dancing around the room are interrupted as he shoves you into one of the bigger stalls, a small yelp sounding from your chest as you shoulder bumps against the door frame.

When you turn his back is facing you as he tries to latch the door, giving you an opportunity to admire his form. His shoulders shifting under the shirt and the short sleeves allows you to see the muscle of his back moving. He’s almost gaunt in his slouching stance but that does nothing to erase how much he intimidates you.

You anxiously swallow your saliva when he turns to face you, the smile he shows different than any he had given you at the bar. If people could be evil incarnate, it would be the man in front of you. You shrink into yourself as he devours you with his eyes.

“Remember I said we gotta be quick,” he grabs your waists tightly in callused fingers making you squeak, before he roughly turns you to press your front into the wall, his chest immediately meeting your back, “there you go.”

You hear the sharp metallic sound of your dress’ zipper being shoved down roughly, you can only pray that he didn’t break it when the fabric pools around your ankles. You aren’t given the opportunity to check, before he’s pressing you tighter against the wall, your face pressed flat against the tiled walls, and one of his rough hands grabs the back of your neck while the other falls between your legs. The motions happening to fast for your mind to keep up, your life being set to fast forward.

He pets at the dampening fabric of your underwear, barely ghosting the tips of his fingers over your core. You pant in impatience as your hips begin to roll in search of friction.

“I thought we had to be quick?” you attempt to ask innocently, but the question comes out more demanding then you had intended, your thighs softly clinching desperately. You don’t remember the thought forming in your mind before it escaped your mouth, but you’ll be glad if it makes him pick up the pace.

There’s a dry laugh from the man behind you before he shifts to dig the heel of his hand into your aching clit. You whine loudly in response seemingly forgetting someone could walk in at any time as his fingers dig harshly into the back of your neck.

“Just wanted to get you ready, but you’re already wet aren’t you?” he shoves the fabric to the side, his fingers quickly dipping into where your arousal drips out of you, a pleased groan rattling his chest, “of course you are. I knew you’d be.”

“Please,” you plead, your hips rolling faster when he dips two fingers into you, pushing and pulling you apart.

“You’ve been dripping for me the moment I gave you that drink haven’t you?” his hips press forward into you back, digging his erection into the flesh of your ass. You desperately rut into it the best you can as he kicks at your feet making you spread your legs further.

“You’re right though,” he hums at the quiet noise you make as he pulls his fingers away. He wipes them on the skin of your thigh, before he moves to mess with the fabric and zipper of his jeans, “gotta fuck you quick hm?”

Even with his hand away from your skin and his hips away from yours, your hips still twitch and dip in search for pleasure. Your hands lay flat on the grimy wall, your nails gently scratching lines into the chipping paint.

You gasp when his wet and sticky tip hits the inside of your thigh, the way it spreads his arousal against your skin telling you that he slowly running his hand up the length.

“You good?” he mutters into the air as he moves to press against your entrance, not moving to enter you until you answer him.

“Please I need it so bad,” you huff in frustration as your walls begin to flutter in anticipation, “please, please, please.”

Your rambling is cut off with a deep groan when he fills you in once thrust. Being filled so suddenly melts your brain as your nails claw at the wall. You feel yourself clench a few times around him, but his stillness and lack of verbal response tells you he’s not as affected as you.

He shushes and coos at you as both hands find a place on your hips, his thumbs rubbing comforting circles into your skin.

Once you’ve gone quiet, he slowly leans back, only slipping a few inches out of you. You hear him adjust his stance before he starts roughly thrusting into you. His thrusts are slow and short, pulling against every hypersensitive nerve inside you as he never fully leaves your body. He uses his hands that grip your hips to pull you to rock back and meet his thrusts at an equal pace.

Your legs shake as you try to hold yourself up, his hips knocking you into the wall in front of you. With your fingers curling desperately in search for something to hold, you reach behind you. A sigh of content slips from your mouth when you find his wrist, your fingers wrapping around it as he knocks into you making a content growl fall from his mouth.

Mentally you’ve left the bathroom you're in, you mind slipping into a space where only you and this man you barely know are existing. Not even the sharp coolness of the wall biting at your nipples through your thin bralette is enough to break your facade as one of his hands slowly runs up the dip of your spine. With only one hand gripping your hip, he’s thrown slightly off balance, forcing your body to slam flat against the wall with his unrelenting pace.

“It will only hurt for a second,” his promise is muddled in your brain, the words making no sense to you as your body is wracked with pleasure. You only begin to understand what he said when you begin to feel it.

A small bite of pain, the warning of a bee sting telling you it’s about to get worse. His fingers press flat against your shoulder blade as something, what you assume is a ring you didn’t notice him wearing, begins to slowly cut open the skin.

You quietly sob into the air as the pain mixing with your unnatural amount of pleasure floods your veins. Tears slip down your face suddenly as he stops cutting into you to wrap his arm around your waist and his fingers search for the space between your legs.

“What did you do?” you want to ask in curiosity as the pain subsides momentarily, but the words die on your tongue. At the exact moment his greedy fingers find your buzzing clit, his tongue flattens against the fresh cut on your back as he lets your blood spread on his taste buds.

A quiet muffled, ‘I knew you’d taste sweet,’ is all you hear before his lips wrap fully around the wound. He harshly sucks at the tender skin as his fingers rub rough tight circles into your bundle of nerves making new tears slip from your eyes.

The pain in your shoulder, mixed with the blooming pleasure between your thighs, makes your whole body shutter against his. The beginning promises of an orgasm crawling across your skin.

If it wasn’t for the cut he created on your skin, you probably would have been more concerned with how your nails dig harshly into the skin of his wrist. Your eyes roll back and loud moans rip from your chest as the tip of his tongue presses into your cut at the same time you begin to come.

He’s teeth dig into the tender skin next to the wound as your walls clamp tightly around him. Another growl is pulled from him and his hips still as he begins to come as well. The feeling of his come spilling deep inside of you and his still moving fingers, flooding your system with another wave of pleasure.

You feared your eyes would fall out from how far they roll back into your skull, your orgasm ripping you apart at the seams as you become completely consumed by it. His hot panting breath now hitting your neck as he tries to sooth you with soft kisses to the space below your jaw.

His fingers relent, moving instead to pet at your stomach, as he slowly pulls his softening length out of your shivering body. With your forehead pressed against the cool wall, he begins to gather your dress from the floor.

With careful fingers, he adjusts your underwear to hide where he’s made a mess of you, the fabric of your dress joining to cling to your sweaty skin.

He pulls you to rest against his chest as he begins to rock you back and forth. If your mind was clear you’d be aware enough to suppress the dopey smile that graces your features. The damp air that surrounds you is thick, and would have been suffocating if it wasn’t for your mind being too delirious to register the feeling. You’re in his arms for what feels like decades as your breathing evens and your legs gain strength. The fact that you stand in a restroom is completely ignored as you think you could comfortably stay here forever.

Once he feels you’re coherent enough, he speaks, “you need to get out of here,” you only hum in content and confusion before he continues, “you need to get home sweetheart. The last bus leaves soon.”

You petulantly whine as you turn in his arms. Your own circle around his neck as you tiredly press your nose into the space of his shoulder. He laughs at your sudden clinginess. He was told it would happen once you’ve met, but he never thought it would be as immediate as the other boys had made it seem.

“You’ll be fine,” he pulls you away slightly, enough to look into your eyes and bump his nose against yours, “if you get on the bus you’ll be safe until you get home.”

“You?” you whisper, your proximity making your lips brush against his, the small contact making your heart leap. The word alone doesn’t make much sense to even you, but he seems to understand as he offers a warm smile.

“Next time you come I’ll be here, and if I’m not at the bar ask for Yuta,” his fingers brush against your back where he left his mark, now protected and slowly healing under the fabric of your dress, “but I should know that you're coming before you get here.”

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WRITING MASTERLIST:

UPDATED AS OF: 9/01/23

FICS:

✖ CLOSE TO YOU (24.1k words) Angst/Smut  — YutaxReader — Royal!AU + Prince!Yuta

You had met him when you were seven, but you fell in love with him when you were seventeen. He had been everything you'd hoped a loved one should be; until he left. Now that you've reached your twenty-first birthday, you're thrown into a deal that your parents had made when you were just a kid — and that deal involved marrying the same man who had broken your heart so long ago.

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After a run in with one of Johnny's fellow frat brothers, you had thought he had just been after one thing. But when, not only Johnny himself, but with the help of your friends, they helped you realize that you had made some very misguided judgments. // “What tastes better than it smells?” [PART OF THIS COLLAB]

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✖ DAYLIGHT // 01 || 02 Fluff/Smut – CEO!WonwooxAsisstant!Reader

Between the endless flirty banter or secret looks of longing, the line between you and your boss had always been slightly blurred. But when a night out with friends has you and your boss meeting for the first time outside of the workplace, that line starts to become nonexistent as mutual feelings are brought to light.

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✖ CONSTELLATIONS (10.2k words) Angst/Fluff/Smut  — NamjoonxReader — College!AU

He was the president of one of the most notorious fraternities on campus. You had expected him to be the same as his other brothers — a sex-crazed, binge drinking maniac; But the truth ended up surprising you — in more ways than one.

✖ FOOLS (9.8k) Angst/Smut  — TaehyungxReader— College!AU + Friends → Lovers!AU

Harbored feelings over the years start to build up. Both you and Taehyung are so obviously in love with each other — well at least it was obvious to everyone except the two of you — and the world (aka Park Jimin) has made it its mission to get the two of you to realize the feelings are mutual.

✖ MAKE ME PROUD (5.6k words) Smut/PWP  — YoongixReader — Idol!Verse + Idol!Reader

With the release of his second mixtape and her album, the public are eating up the so-called chart rivalry between (Y/N) and Yoongi, desperately wanting to see one succeed over the other. But what they don’t know is that the two are happily together and are happily basking in each other’s success – both literally and figuratively.

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✖ SKETCH (9.6k words) Fluff/Smut  — JungkookxReader — Soulmate!AU + Artist!Jungkook

After sixteen years of dreaming about the same unknown beautiful girl, Jungkook finally gets to put a name to the face — and she’s so much more than what he’s dreamt of.

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Wip folder game

Hello lovelies~ i was tagged by @jae-canikeepyou thanks bb 💛

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. then, people can send asks with the title that most intrigues/interests them and you’ll post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

Fics:

Lay All Your Love On Me (Mamma Mia AU)

Kiss, Marry, Kill (jaeminxreader)(highschool au)

Shooting Star (sichengxreader)

Stranger Danger (yutaxreader)

Plum Season (taeyongxreader)

Dr Hyuck (haechanxreader)

Series:

Once Again (johnnyxreader) (historical au)

Longed and Loved (yutaxreader)

Stone Cold (doyoungxreader)(fantasy au)

Developing Something (johnnyxreader) (teacherxstudent)

That's all for now! Currently Once Again is the only story I'm working on. Hopefully I'll be able to come back soon. If you're interested to know a bit more about any of these stories, please dont hesitate to ask :))

Tagging: @fairielightsss and whoever wants to do it, just say i tagged you ♡

[onesmallbunny]

✧: *✧ Master List ✧*:✧

★ Scenarios (Member x Reader)

✧ Taeil

✼ “A date at the aquarium with Taeil” [...]

✧ Taeyong

✼ “could you do a scenario were Taeyong is jealous of your collaboration/friendship with Taemin [...]”

✼ “fluffy scenario where Taeyong keeps being secretive but it’s for the purpose of surprising you [...]

✧ Yuta

✼ “could you do a YutaxReader scenario where he says something jokingly that offends her and causes the reader to overreact [...]”

✼ “angst scenario where the reader is fed up with Yuta’s attitude and he blurts that he doesn’t love her anymore [...]”

✼ “imagine where Yuta finds out that his s/o smokes [...]”

✧ Doyoung

✼ “could I request an NCT scenario where the main character is cold to strangers [...]”

✧ Jaehyun

✼ “scenario where Jaehyun and Y/N are introverted [...]”

✧ Jungwoo

✼ “angsty to fluffy soulmate scenario [...]”

✧ Lucas

✼ “an imagine where the reader is 2 years younger than Lucas please? [...]”

✧ Mark

✼ “mark and y/n being his best friend but their friendship start falling apart after mark have a girlfriend” [...]

✼ “Mark x trans masculin person” [...]

✼ “Y/N is the new SM staff and Mark and Y/N fall in love with each other” [...]

✧ Haechan

 ✼ “could you write an imagine where Y/N is very sad at the moment and her boyfriend Haechan is pretty worried about her and tries to cheer her up [...]

 ✼ “imagine where you want to break up with him cuz he has been treating you very meanly and in the end you make up [...]”

✼ “haechan falling in love w another apocalypse survivor [...]”

✼ “imagine about Haechan doing the readers make up [...]”

✧ Renjun

✼ “some husband! Renjun scenario? :(” [...]

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