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yuta-nakamots · 1 month ago

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Dreams Come True - N.Yuta

Pairing - Guitarist!Yuta x AFAB Reader

Genre(s) - Fluff, Smut, Band!AU, Established relationship!AU

Warning(s) - making out with Yuta backstage, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, Yuta manhandling you

Summary - At the final show of his band’s tour, Yuta performs a song he wrote just for you, one so personal it moves you to tears. Overwhelmed by love and longing, he confesses his dream of building a future together, one that suddenly feels within reach.

Word Count - 3.0k

Author’s Note - Please pretend like Dreams Come True is a rock song and sounds like Butterfly lol. I haven’t written smut in a while so apologies if I am a bit rusty!

Taglist - @k-vanity @cosyhomenet @neocity-net (join my taglist!)

Written for the Neo Future Collab originally hosted by @/renhyucks (deactivated). Part of my Seven Deadly Sins Collection.

Now playing: Dreams Come True - NCT 127, Butterfly - Yuta

The arena is filled with neon lights and deafening cheers as your boyfriend, Yuta, steps on stage with his band members. Their concert had been highly successful, going on tour to several countries all in the span of a few months, and it was finally drawing to a close tonight.

Yuta stepped forward to his mic, red electric guitar in hand. The crowd roars, and when it finally quiets down, he says, “this one's for someone who makes the world feel beautiful.” The first chord rang out from his guitar, the rest of his bandmates joining in on their cue.

He had written this song just for you, across many nights spent apart in hotel rooms and tour buses. He told you all about the song as it developed and even sent you the first demos and drafts, but nothing could compare to this moment when he finally unveiled the finished product at the last stop of the band’s tour.

Tears well in your eyes because written in the lyrics are things he’s never said aloud. Yuta was never someone for sentimental things, yet when he sang “all your dreams come true, make yourself brand new,” it was like he was singing it just to you. As the final chord fades out, the last line echoes in your ears, “I believe in you…”

The show concluded after the other members led their own personal songs, a personal touch to wrap up the tour. You rush backstage as Yuta steps down, breathless, flushed, and glowing with adrenaline. Staff swarm around him and his bandmates, helping them to take off their equipment. He notices the way your face is twisted with emotion, pulling you into a hug the second his staff gives him the okay. His arms wrapped around you so tightly that you nearly broke down on the spot. “Baby, why are you crying?” He laughs softly, his warm hand rubbing circles on your back.

You shake your head against his chest. “It’s nothing bad…it’s just– your song. It felt like love.”

He smiles into your lips, holding you close to him. “That’s because it was.”

You close the distance between the two of you and kiss him with more fever and passion than you have before. It’s not gentle, nor is it pretty. It’s everything the song was– raw, aching, full of everything he’s buried in the melody and lyrics, now handed to you in a kiss. Your teeth sink into Yuta’s bottom lip as your emotions surge from within, and Yuta inhales sharply against your lips.

His hands slide up your back, one cradling the back of your neck, the other in between your shoulder blades, anchoring you as if he’s terrified you’ll disappear. You tilt your head, deepening the kiss even further, and Yuta groans softly, something inside him set ablaze.

When you finally pull back, breathless, his forehead rests against yours, eyes fluttering shut. “That was the scariest thing I’ve ever written,” he whispered. “But I’ll do it over and over again if you kiss me like that again.”

You reach up to trace his jaw, the pads of your fingers warm from the heat of his skin. “You’re so brave, you know that?”

He grins, that wild, boyish grin that only you get to see up close, then he kisses you again. Slower this time, but just as full of passion.

Later, after the venue clears out and the band gathers in a back room, Yuta stands behind you, leaning against a wall while his arms hold you against him, hands firmly on your hips. He watched one of the other guys play with his daughter, still wearing her tiny earmuffs from being out in the crowd. She’s gnawing on a cracker and reaching for him, completely unaware that her father just performed a sold-out show. For the first time, a feeling of longing rises in Yuta’s chest. Not envy, but not entirely different.

He rests his chin on your shoulder while his fingers reach unconsciously for yours. You play with the rings he wore, twisting them one by one absentmindedly. “You ever think about it?” His voice vibrates from his chest behind you.

You tilt your head, liking the way his breath warmed your skin. “Think about what?”

“That.” He gestured towards the others, a huff of laughter in his breath. “Bringing a kid to soundcheck and getting glitter stuck to your clothes forever.”

You smile. “I mean…sure. Sometimes.”

“Would you ever…want that?” You blink, surprised. “Not now,” he adds. “Not tomorrow, just…someday?”

You turned in his grasp until you were fully facing him. His gaze was soft as you intertwined your fingers with his, resting them between your beating hearts. You know what he’s really asking. “Someday.”

“I think about it more than I probably should.” His grip on your hand tightens, not with pressure but something more like need. “I see them– happy and messy and tired in the best way, and I just…I don’t know. I want that.” Your heart thudded in your chest. “I want it with you,” he added quickly, like the words caught fire and escaped before he could catch them.

Your throat tightens at his words. The conversations dulled around you, fading under the weight of what Yuta just said, and suddenly, the song he sang tonight, his beautiful, aching confession disguised as a love ballad, made even more sense.

“I don’t know when,” Yuta spoke again, his voice quieter now, “but one day…I want to give you everything.” He said it like a vow meant for only you to hear. “I want to make you a mother.”

You don’t respond right away, you simply wrap your arms around his waist and press your forehead to his. “I’d like that.” He holds you in his arms, feeling like he has his whole world right in front of him.

When the two of you finally got home that night, the door clicked shut behind you, a shield from the rest of the world, but the quiet didn’t last long. Yuta’s hands are quick to find your waist, his mouth already grazing your jaw. “I meant what I said,” he murmurs, his voice low and frayed from the show.

Your breath catches as he walks you backward through the apartment, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slowly, deliberately. You raise your arms for him and feel the chill of the room hit your skin just before his warm hands do. Yuta’s mouth presses against your collarbone, dragging down the line of your throat, open-mouthed and slow. “You make me feel like every love song I’ve ever written was for you,” he says against your chest. He cups your breasts through your bra, thumbs brushing over them just enough to make your knees weak.

You fist at his shirt, tugging it over his head. He lets you, eyes hooded, watching your hands rest against his bare chest like he was memorizing the way you touch him. His hands skim your thighs, fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants and underwear, removing them in one smooth pull. He nudges you with his hip, pushing you against the edge of the kitchen counter. He lifted you effortlessly, and you gasped as the cold granite came into contact with your thighs.

Your legs spread for Yuta, allowing him to fit flush against you. He leans in close enough for his breath to fan over your face before he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. His fingers drag against where you need him most, causing you to let out a sultry moan. “So warm already,” he hums. “We only just got home.”

Two fingers slip inside you, curling just the way you like. His other hand grips your thigh as he pumps slowly, steadily, and purposefully. His eyes never leave your face, absolutely loving the way your features contort with pleasure. Your head falls back as you arch into him while gasping his name.

His fingers pause, and he leans in closer. He waits until you face him once more, making sure you’re watching before he sinks to his knees. “You’re so wet already,” he says while running a finger through your wet folds like it’s the most sacred thing in the world. “Need me that badly?”

You nod, your hand gripping the edge of the counter. “You have no idea.”

Yuta hums in approval, the sound deep and low in his throat as he presses a slow kiss to your inner thigh, then another, higher and teasing. You feel his lips part before his tongue licks a slow, confident stripe over you, making your hips jerk into him. He doesn’t stop. He flattens his tongue and licks against, then closes his mouth around your clit and sucks. One hand stays wrapped around your thigh, holding you steady while the other drifts back between your legs, fingers sliding into your warmth with ease.

You gasp his name, your head falling back, but Yuta pulls away. “Look at me,” he says. When your eyes meet his again, he adds, “I want to see you when you cum.” Only when he’s sure that your eyes are on him does he continue, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue until your thighs twitch around his shoulders. He uses his tongue and fingers simultaneously, sliding into you as deep as he can go. His mouth remained on your clit, sucking gently at first, then harder when your hands wove into his hair, tugging at his dark locks. When you rolled your hips up into him, he groaned into you, proud and hungry, the vibrations sending a jolt through your spine.

“Don’t hold back,” he commanded from between your thighs. “I want everything, all of you.”

Your breathing became ragged, and your arms shook with the effort of holding you upright. Every roll of his tongue was expertly placed, every curl of his fingers knowing exactly what you needed. You felt your orgasm building hot, fast, almost too much. Yuta paused again. Just for a second.

“Look at me.”

He dives back in, mouthing at your clit while his fingers pump into you just right, pushing you over the edge. Your body arches and your voice breaks as you moan his name, falling apart on his fingers and mouth.

You’re still trembling, trying to catch your breath, when Yuta rises to his feet. He doesn’t even spare a second, his hands already under your thighs, dragging you forward to the edge of the counter. He kisses you deep and messy, his tongue sliding over yours, the taste of your release fresh in his mouth.

One hand drops to undo his jeans, the sound of the zipper almost as loud as the pounding in your head. He barely gets his pants down past his hips before he lines himself up, dragging the head of his cock through your slick folds with a groan that borders on a growl. You whimper when he presses against your entrance, still sensitive and fluttering around nothing. He sinks into you in one long, desperate thrust, so deep and thick that it makes your eyes roll back. Your body clenches around him, and your hands scramble for purchase on his shoulders as you adjust to the feeling of him inside you.

“Fuck,” Yuta breathes, stilling for just a moment, forehead pressed to yours. “You feel like you were made for me.”

You feel so full you can’t even speak. All you can do is hold onto him as he pulls out almost entirely and pushes back in, harder this time, knocking a sound from your throat. He doesn’t stop, his hands gripping onto your hips and anchoring you as he drives into you again and again. His lips are on yours, swallowing every sound you make in shallow kisses.

Without warning, his arms cage around you and he pulls you off the counter entirely. You gasp as your legs wrap instinctively around his waist while his cock digs even deeper into you. Yuta presses you up against the refrigerator, the cold surface shocking against your back, while your front resting on him felt like it was on fire. He fucks you there, pinned upright, his mouth brushing your ear as he pants, “your mine, say it.”

“I’m yours,” you manage out between breaths.

He groans at that, his hips stuttering, and he presses his lips to your forehead. “I’m gonna make you mine in every way.” He begins thrusting into you again and does stop, not even when your head knocks back against the fridge. Your lips parted from the overwhelming feeling of his hips slamming into you and his breath heavy against your neck. You don’t know how long he holds you there, pressed between his body and the cold metal of the refrigerator, so very full of him and already dangerously close to another orgasm. Yuta’s movements grow rougher, his pace becoming erratic. He kisses your throat, jaw, cheek, like he can’t choose which part of you he wants more. “I could stay like this forever,” he murmurs, pushing his whole length inside of you with every word. “Just like this. Inside you. With you.”

You moan into his shoulder, your nails digging into his back. Your second orgasm builds, coiling tight and low in your stomach, until he shifts just right and hits a spot inside you. “Yuta,” you gasp, and that’s all it takes. He hears it in your voice and feels it inside you. He growls at the way your body clenches around him before he ruthlessly pounds into you until your walls flutter around him. You go still for a beat as your vision goes white, the grip of your pussy growing impossibly tight around him. Yuta slows until he’s shallowly rutting into you while you come down from your high, and then with that signature glint in his eye, he says, “I’m not done with you.”

He doesn’t pull out, doesn’t even pause for a breath. Instead, he tightens his grip on the backs of your thighs, adjusts his stance, and begins to walk as his dick is still seated deep inside you. You wrap your arms around his neck instinctively, your head falling into the crook of his neck. Each step he took was slow and deliberate, like he wanted you to feel every shift, every movement of him inside you.

He pushes open the bedroom door, the warm lighting bathing the two of you. Yuta walks you straight to the bed, still buried impossibly deep, only stopping when he stands at the edge of the mattress. You open your mouth to say something, maybe to tell him how much you love him, maybe to beg for more, but he doesn’t give you the chance.

He throws you on the pillows, not rough, but so sure of his actions it makes your breath catch. You hit the mattress with a bounce, stunned, eyes wide, and heart stuttering. Without a second of hesitation, Yuta’s crawling up over you, still achingly hard, his cock glowing with the slick of your combined juices and want. Your legs wrap around his waist, and he slides back inside you like it’s where he’s always meant to be. You arch into him, your fingers desperately clutching his shoulders. He catches your mouth in a kiss as he rolls his hips. Every thrust is heavier now, like he’s solidifying the promise he made earlier with every movement. Deep, messy, overwhelming.

“I meant it,” he pants against your lips. “I want to make you mine. All the way.” You shiver under him, the weight of his words cutting deeper than any kiss.

He presses his forehead to yours, one hand gripping your thigh, the other planted firmly next to your head as he pushes into you harder. “You’d look so perfect carrying my baby,” he groans, the confession ripping straight from his chest. “I want to see you full of me. I want to know I did that.”

You cry out when his tip finds that sensitive spot in you. Wrecked, raw, completely his.

“Say you want it,” he demands, voice shaking, and body trembling with restraint as he slows his hips. “Say you want me, say you want this.”

“I do,” you breathe, your voice cracking. “I want you, I want all of this.”

That was all he needed.

Yuta growls your name like it’s a prayer and a promise, then loses himself in you completely. Every thrust was desperate and unrelenting, like he was trying to memorize you from the inside out. Heat spiraled outward from the pit of your stomach, your breath growing faster with every grind of his hips. He fucks you harder when he feels how close you are, like he wants to chase you off the edge.

“Yuta,” you choke out, hands tangling in his hair. “I’m-”

“I know, baby,” he groans. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”

You broke with a cry, back arching as your body clenches around him, tight, pulsing, pulling him even deeper. Your vision blurs and all you can feel is him, the weight of his body, the drag of his cock, the raw burn of release crashing through your veins. He’s right there with you, thrusting deeper with a strangled moan as your walls milk him. His movements stutter, muscles locking as he sinks all the way in and stays. He lets go with a groan that resembles your name, spilling inside you in long, hot waves. You feel it, every pulse, every flood of warmth, every drop he gives you.

He buries his face in your chest as he empties himself, his hand releasing your thigh and snaking down to where your bodies connect. “Mine,” he dazedly whispered, feeling your combined wetness. “Ours.”

His hand drifts, fingers brushing over the softness of your stomach, possessive and tender. “Can’t wait for all of this. All of you.”

Yuta stays there, pressed into you, buried inside, as if the act of leaving would starve him. His breath evens slowly, but his hands don't still. They roam your body, memorizing every curve, every line, every dip and claiming it as his. The two of you lay together, skin to skin, heartbeaths thumping in time, and Yuta knows one trust more than anything else. No matter how much he has you, he will always want more because his sin is gluttony.

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leonw4nter · 1 year ago

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Lovebirds (of Prey)

Husband!DI!Leon x F!Reader

Here you are, quietly hanging out in the darker corners of an old-money party and waiting for Leon to arrive. Parties were never your scene and though you’d avoid being in one, duty calls and now you find yourself being dragged to one. You weren’t just assigned to be someone lurking in the darkness and carefully waiting for the time, no; you were assigned to be a bellhop and gather people’s coats and valuables before they entered the party proper. Unfortunately for you, you and Leon wouldn’t be able to come in as a couple to read people and the room for the neo Umbrella bioweapon trader you’re assigned to take into custody. You protested to your boss about this arrangement, especially that you and Leon are literally married. Just like you did, he also protested against this but you two had no choice but to accept this arrangement.

“I’m sorry baby. I know this will be slightly awkward for us both but it’s just for a mission right? I promise that this is the first and last time we’ll have something like this,” Leon reassures you as he drives you both home.

“Yeah. Don’t tell this to the kids, they’ll think we’re separating,” you softly respond. With a soft sigh, you unbutton the topmost button and lean against the window as you mindlessly stare at the cars speeding past.

“Yeah,” Leon responds. He puts a large hand on your thigh, giving you a comforting squeeze even if he keeps his eyes trained on the road and the other hand on the wheel. “I love you honey. You know that?”

“Yeah, I love you too.”

A few hours later, you two send the kids over to your parents’ house before suiting up for the mission: Leon in a sharp suit and you in your bellhop uniform. You fitted all straps and subtle holsters, making sure they were secure and well-concealed in the clothing you guys wore. Leon handed you the earpieces and cuff mics, making sure they were also well-hidden. Since Leon will be entering the party via the main entrance where everyone else is required to enter through, he will enter unarmed but with connections to the expertly placed agents throughout the party he’ll be able to arm himself while looking for the target, a neo Umbrella genetic engineer named Svetlana Noble. You two left separately, sharing a kiss and words of good luck before leaving the door and heading for your destinations.

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A few hours later, you’re lugging around dense fur coats and several car keys as you head to the storeroom of the guests’ belongings. You haven’t seen Svetlana yet and Hunnigan hasn’t given her a signal yet so you safely assumed that she isn’t around yet although you reminded the other agents planted around the scene to stay sharp. A sleek black Aston Martin DB9 Carbon Black pulls up into the driveway, which catches your attention but you don’t pay it much attention. That is, until you heard Leon’s voice.

“My lady,” he says in a low voice, though his words are not meant for you. You turn your head and see another lady, a fellow agent, take his hand and exit from her side of the car. She looks beautiful: her glossy hair that fell until her tailbone straightened, elegant glitter makeup highlighting her features, and a matching black dress with gemstones sewn in. She giggled at Leon’s voice a little too hard, making you seethe and glare at them from a distance. You know that this is all for a mission and the appearance of a woman in love with the man she came in with is necessary to throw off suspicions. Before another bellhop can accommodate them, you step in and put on a well-mastered fake smile.

“Good evening, esteemed guests.” you greet. You meet Leon’s eyes and he almost chokes on his own spit, his ears slightly going red but maintaining a composed appearance despite this.

“Good evening,” he greets you back before handing you the keys to the car. Since the lady didn’t have a coat, there was nothing to carry back to the storage room and as the pair of them left, you couldn’t help but burn holes into that perfect hair of hers. Y/N calm down, this is just a mission and they’re just faking it. They’re just faking it.

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Now that all the guests have arrived, you move from your post at the entrance and towards a darker corner of the party while lugging around cases filled with guns and other weapons to send to the other agents stationed around; some agents had partners like Leon, others went alone. Some were like you, assigned to a hotel staff role. It was hard to keep your eye on the target while Leon and the younger agent were dancing, a well-manicured hand on his shoulder as he sways them. If Leon is truly amazing at putting on a pleased facial expression then he’s doing damn too well of a job at keeping up that facade, the insecurity pushed to the front of your mind and threatening to take full rein of your decision-making yet you fought for control again, knowing that you can’t fuck this mission up. Leon leans in to her and whispers against her ear and suddenly you feel as if steam could start pouring out your ears. Luckily for you, you managed to spot Svetlana and another man taking a seat and have a discussion amongst yourselves. You inform all the agents in the area, giving them the details of the location the target is currently in. Svetlana takes a small metal briefcase out, showcasing several tubes and vials of a strain of the C Virus before promptly closing it and handing the case back to her guards. The guards, now in possession of the case, nod to her before moving somewhere. Given the go signal, you quietly follow them from a safe distance and start moving, a combat knife hidden on the inside of your black uniform. After a few minutes of following them and making sure they’re far from the party, you plunge the knife into one man before kicking on the other, making sure that you go for the kill as swift and noiseless as possible. You manage to do the job, taking the case and opening it up to make sure that you have the real thing and not just a copy.

“Osprey to Roost, I’ve obtained the case. Took two guys down, Noble’s men,” you radio back while getting your shoes back and trying to look as subtle as possible.

“Osprey, get out of there. I’ll request extraction for everyone. Noble’s looking for the guys,” Hunnigan responds. With a nod and a look back, you make your way out of the hotel. Entering an elevator, you expertly block the cameras and swiftly remove the top of your uniform and stay in the gray shirt you were underneath. You didn’t bother changing out of your skirt because that was all you had and without the uniform’s top, it looked just like any other pencil skirt. Swiftly walking to your red Ducati Panigale V2, you put on your black helmet and put the visor down before turning it on and getting the hell out of that place. All was well until a bullet barely even grazed your shoulder, causing you to almost lose balance and crash on the road.

“Shit!” You exclaimed. You switched lanes, making sure to get as far from whoever was shooting you. You swiftly looked back to look for the case that you had; it was still there luckily but you prayed that the vials were still inside and unshattered. It wasn’t like you could take out your own gun and start shooting since you carelessly forgot to take the firearms of the men you took down. When all seemed lost, you saw a familiar black Aston Martin near you with an agent hanging from an open window and shooting at the enemy car shooting at you. Taking advantage of the distraction, you speed away and into the meet up point right behind a port.

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Now that the mission briefing is over and the adrenaline from last night died down, exhaustion and jealousy settled in your body.

“Baby, I know you’re jealous,” Leon softly says as he sits down beside you, handing you a cup of coffee.

You take the cup, taking a cautious sip since it’s still steaming. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Leon laughs, taking your free hand and nuzzling it against his stubbly cheek while he shoots you puppy eyes.

“Saw you loud and clear last night, you were practically shooting lasers out of your eyes,” Leon recalled. “Even when I wasn’t directly looking at you, I could still feel the unfiltered jealousy seeping from your eyes.”

You rolled your eyes, gently withdrawing your hand from Leon.

“I was not jealous. Just making sure she didn’t canoodle up to my man.”

“So you were jealous?”

“I wasn’t.”

“Sure. Whatever you say but I find it endearing. It means you want me the same way I want you,” Leon rasps out.

You finish your small cup of coffee, getting up to throw the paper cup into the bin before sitting back beside him.

“She was looking at you with the goo-goo eyes, it’s my duty as your wife to make sure only I can give you those eyes,” you retorted with a suggestive lilt to your voice.

“I especially love those eyes from you when they’re below me,” he whispers.

“I can make those eyes for you again when we get back home,” you suggest with a wink.

Before you can say another thing, Leon drags you up and with a hand around your wrist he leads you two to an empty janitor’s closet and seals you two inside.

“Why wait until we can get home when we can do it now. Think of this as a teaser for the real thing later,” he breathily mutters as his hands roam every inch of your skin.

"Let me show you just how loyal I can be from down here."

NOTE - I'm finally done with my Valentine's Day series!!! This was really fun to do and I never thought I'd be able to accomplish this but here I am!!!! I know Valentine's Day was like a week ago but I still srsly hope you had a fun time :) I literally ended up rushing this bc I had no ideas at first 😭😭Um something interesting that happened in my day was that my teacher said that the class will get a buzzcut if I get a buzzcut (as a joke ofc) and the fact that me and my friend are forever known as the students obsessed with fictional men bc we screamed when we got Gallagher from HSR leaks on twt (I don't play HSR but my friend does, I just find the characters attractive). I also found out I don't have a gag reflex (milked so much dirty jokes from this fact). Anyways, TYSMM for keeping up with my Valentine's Day fics and I <33333 UUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!

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