#yuta drabble

[suashii]

— 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ౨ৎ

okkotsu yuta x f!reader. 3k wc. ﾉ smut ﾉ nsfw (mdni) ﾉ characters aged 21+ ﾉ oral (f!receiving) ﾉ face sitting :3 ﾉ clothed sex ﾉ subby yuta ﾉ reader is a little mean at moments ﾉ jealousy

you can’t say that you normally time how long it takes yuta to answer his door but you can say that it never takes this long. you add the oddity to your growing mental list titled: “ways yuta has changed since having sex for the first time.” it’s not one you ever saw yourself making but life has a way of throwing curveballs at people and this seems to be the one pitched to you. 

maybe yuta feels a bit different these days, but he’s still yuta. you’re sure you’ll get used to this new version of him soon enough.

a few more long seconds pass before you hear footsteps on the other side of the door and the barrier swings open, revealing yuta in all his glory.

“so you are home,” you comment with a smile upon finally being met with the sight of him. you don’t see him as often these days and the fact makes you sadder than you’d like to admit. so, you soak him in silently—the perpetual dark crescents beneath his eyes, the dark hair that hangs over the left side of his forehead, the way his hand almost unconsciously always finds its way to rest on his neck.

“sorry, sorry,” he apologizes with that familiar, sheepish grin of his. at least some things never change. “come in.”

the way he ushers you in and leads you back to his bedroom leads you to believe that you unintentionally interrupted him. he’s thumbing through the shirts in his closet when you come to stand by his bed and ask, “did i catch you in the middle of something?”

“oh, i’m heading out later so i was just getting ready.” you stop yourself from getting comfortable on his mattress at his response, although, when he turns around with a button up in hand, he uses his other to wave the misunderstanding away. “you can hang out though.”

“where are you going?” you ask him, plopping down on his bed. the scent lingering on his pillowcase and sheets is fresh like he just washed the bedding. however, you can still pick out a hint of the fragrance he wears regularly—warm and just a little woody.

“out for drinks,” he tells you. he’s in the process of trading out the t-shirt he’s been lounging in for the one he just picked out when your silence finally registers. a look over his shoulder at you is enough to tell him that the answer doesn’t satisfy you. the expression you’re wearing is telling—like you know there’s more that he chose not to say. it doesn’t seem like you’re backing down, either. with your silent prompting, he adds, “with a girl.”

“another date?” you have to stop yourself from frowning. “didn’t you go out with some other chick over the weekend?”

this is exactly why you haven’t seen him lately—he’s so busy meeting women and taking them home to fuck that he barely has time to spare for you. you’ve always thought that if he’s happy, you will be, too, but you have to admit that that isn’t the case. it’s worrying—how quickly he went from such a timid guy with no sexual experience to one who’s getting laid every three days.

you aren’t sure if this is coming from a place of concern for the girls crossing paths with him or if the whole fuckboy persona is beginning to become offputting to you, but you find yourself asking, “and they all know this is casual? that you’re seeing other girls two days after you hook up with them?”

“it sounds bad when you put it like that…” he starts, fingers fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. he’s only gotten around to fastening the bottom half of them, leaving the unblemished skin of his chest on display. “but yeah, we’re all on the same page.”

it’s still hard to believe that the shy little yuta you’ve come to know has turned over a promiscuous new leaf. it would be one thing if he simply lost his virginity and settled down with one partner but the extent of his sexual activities has truly surprised you. a question comes to mind—one that you normally wouldn’t ask your other friends but an important one considering yuta only just started sleeping around. “you’re getting tested, right?”

the question doesn’t phase him the way you think it will. you expect his eyes to widen and a furious red to overtake his cheeks and the tips of his ears but neither happens. he simply nods. “yes, of course.”

“and you’re wearing condoms?” you follow up.

“mm-mm.” he shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair, the dark strands falling back into place. “who knows how many women i’ve gotten pregnant by now.”

you can’t hide the disbelief that paints your features—the way your mouth hangs open and your unblinking gaze glued on the man before you. the shock of his words makes it difficult to find your voice and you’re sure it comes out higher than usual when you finally do. “yuta, you cannot—“

“i’m joking!” he exclaims with a wide smile. it shrinks into something smaller when he sees how serious you are. “yes, i am wearing condoms. jeez, what’s with the third degree?”

“it’s nothing, just wanna make sure you’re being safe.” you had planned on sticking around until it was time for him to leave but the thought of staying here while he’s getting ready to see—to fuck—someone else isn’t a pleasant one. you swing your legs over the side of his bed and stand up, making your way to the door. “i’m leaving. have fun fucking your flavor of the day.”

“wait, wait, wait.” yuta reaches out to grab your arm. his calloused grip is warm and firm, though, you’re sure you could pull away if you wanted to—he’s made sure of that much. despite that, you don’t. “you aren’t jealous, are you?”

“wow,” you scoff and turn to face him. there’s a sparkling glint in his eyes, one that has no place being there. “you have seriously let this inflate your ego.”

your comment doesn’t offend him, doesn’t hurt him the way you secretly wished it would. instead, his thumb glides against your wrist, runs over your pulse as he leans down closer to you. his voice comes out just above a whisper. “you aren’t curious? not even a little?”

“not everyone wants you, yuta.” you finally pull your hand back. “someone should really put you in your place.”

your words put a smile on his face. “are you volunteering?”

you have no idea what’s gotten into him, why he’s poking you like a bear and looking for a reaction, but his incessant goading has done its job. reflexively, almost without a thought, your hands come up to shove the broad chest before you. yuta stumbles back and his legs hit the mattress, causing him to fall back against it.

for the first time since you walked in, shock washes over yuta’s face the moment you begin to approach him. you find yourself crawling on the bed and straddling him, your hands pressing into the mattress on either side of his head. his lips are parted now and they only seal when he swallows the lump lodged in his throat.

it’s almost enough to make you laugh—how quickly his tune changed from confident to a bundle of nerves. you guess this has yet to happen to him, not being the one who’s calling the shots, that is. maybe you aren’t quite laughing, but it does make a grin stretch across your lips.

“what happened, yuta?” you ask him, sitting back on your calves. you lift your hand and bring it to his face, letting your finger drag along the curve of his jaw. it may just be your imagination, but you swear you can feel him shiver at your touch. “you were practically begging for this just a second ago. but if you changed your mind, i’ll get up and go.”

“no.” he shakes his head, the hair against his comforter growing frizzy with the careless movement. his hands come up to rest on your hips. “please stay.”

“ah-ah.” you knock his hands away and panic flashes over the man’s face. “no touching. you have to earn that.”

he swallows thickly and gazes up at you with curiosity swimming in his eyes. “h-how?”

“be good for me,” you tell him, the grin apparent in your voice. you brush the stray strands of hair away from his face before leaning down just like yuta had to you only moments earlier. this time, you’re sure that he shivers when your whispered voice tickles him as you ask, “tell me what you want me to do.”

your fingernails graze over his exposed skin—down his neck, over his shoulders, along his collarbone, anywhere you reach. it’s meant to be no more than a way to keep you busy while you wait for a reply from yuta, but he seems to enjoy the touch and the way goosebumps raise following the drag of your nails. although his quiet moans are easy on the ears, it’s a bit boring for your taste. your hand slows on its path in search of an answer. “hmm?”

you’re almost convinced that his voice is stuck in his throat when his request finally fills the air. “k-kiss me, please.”

you waste no time fulfilling his wish, brushing your lips over the same spots your fingers had just been, stopping every now and then to press them down in soft kisses. they grow deeper as you traverse against his smooth skin, love bites marking the once spotless canvas. by the time you make your way up to his lips, your kiss is hungry, almost desperate on your end and his—like the both of you have been silently waiting for this time to come.

as much as you enjoy yuta’s pillowy lips against yours and the way he melts for you when your tongue slips past them, you have a desire for more. you keep that bit to yourself so as not to feed yuta’s existing albeit dormant cockiness, though, you are willing to nudge him in the right direction.

you pull back from the kiss, still close enough that yuta can feel your breath when you speak. “don’t tell me all you want is for me to kiss you. there must be something else…”

there are a lot of things that come to mind, a lot of things yuta has dreamt of doing with you, but one rises above the rest. he can only hope that you’re willing to indulge him. “would you…” his voice trails off as he turns his head to the side, avoiding your gaze.

“go ahead,” you start, grabbing his chin and turning his head so that he’s looking at you, “ask me.”

he’s never felt this hesitant before but none of the women he’s slept with have been you. they’ve never made him ask for what he wants, patiently waited until he verbalized his desires. and he hasn’t wanted that, no, not from them. as foreign as the task is, he’ll do it if that means finally getting a taste of you.

despite the warmth spreading over his cheeks, yuta forces himself to hold your eye. “can you—can you please sit on my face?”

hearing the words pass his lips makes your heart jump in your chest. the goal had been to get him to admit what he craved the most but part of you believed that yuta was still holding onto his old ways, too bashful and shy to come clean about his needs. perhaps you’re holding onto a version of him that he’s left behind for good, though, you want to see for yourself. “you really want me to?”

“god, yes, please.” his fingers dig into the comforter beneath him in an attempt to keep from touching you like you told him even though he’s itching to. he’ll be patient, be good, for you. “i want to taste you so bad.”

shy little yuta really is gone.

but you suppose it isn’t all that bad.

you crawl forward over him to situate yourself. his breath is warm against your bare thighs and it makes your skin prickle. you hike the skirt you’re wearing up your legs so the fabric doesn’t obstruct your view of his face—you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see the show.

“you aren’t going to take off your panties?” yuta asks. he’s only inches away now and he’s sure if he tilted his head up just a little bit, he’d be able to stick his tongue out and reach you.

you shake your head with a smile. “i’ll tell you when you can move them. you can lick me through them for now.”

there’s a complaint ready on the tip of his tongue about how he wants to taste and feel you—only you, but he bites it back, figuring that you’ll revoke your generosity entirely if he seems ungrateful. patience, he reminds himself. if he’s patient, he’ll have all of you soon enough.

he wets his lips before diving in, tongue sloppily licking at the layer of cotton keeping him from you. despite the barrier, he can make out your landmarks—the lips he’s wishing his tongue could slip between and your clit that he desperately wants to suck on. even though it isn’t quite what he was expecting, he eats you out through your panties like a man starved.

the fabric is soaked through now and if it weren’t for the hint of you on his tongue, yuta would wonder whether it was his spit or your arousal leaving a darkened spot on your panties. the thought that he got you wound up enough to soak through your underwear oddly fills him with a sense of pride—feeds the ego you claimed he had earlier. he had brushed it off then but it’s hard to ignore now considering that you’re the woman he’s wanted to do this with for the longest.

yuta is a lot more talented with his tongue than you anticipated he would be. you can’t remember the last time someone drew such satisfied noises from you—sharp gasps that you suck in whenever he happens to brush against your clit and musical moans that fill the room when he finds that magical rhythm. you’re beyond pleased with his performance, but an unwelcome thought nags at the back of your mind as the man eats you out; just how many women did it take him tongue-fucking for it to feel this good? you know you shouldn’t say it, but you voice your thoughts anyway. the question comes out breathy, “did you learn to use your tongue like this on all those other girls?”

“they–” he starts, licking you once more before continuing, “they were all practice for you.”

the ache between your thighs grows all the stronger with his confession. you don’t doubt the sincerity of his words—if there’s one thing that you know yuta will never abandon, it’s his honesty. you can admit to yourself that you were jealous earlier, jealous of all the women yuta decided to sleep with instead of you. the envy has all but dissipated now that you know you’ve always been the object of his affection.

“push them to the side,” you tell him hurriedly. yuta doesn’t waste a second following your command, hooking a finger on your panties to drag them to the side. your glistening wetness is hypnotizing and if he wasn’t already salivating this sight would surely be enough to have him drooling. he thinks he could stare at your pretty pussy all day but what he really wants is for you to come on his tongue.

before you know it, he’s lapping at you like your arousal is the very water that he needs to survive. there’s saliva running down his chin as he savors the taste of you. the vibration of his moans against you serves as a means to work you up even more, moans and whimpers of your own bubbling up from your chest.

it’s nearly impossible for you not to grind down on him, to ride his face like there’s no tomorrow. yuta doesn’t mind being trapped between your thighs, only being able to breathe in your heavenly scent and taste your honey-like essence. his tongue glides between your folds, teasing your entrance with each up on down.

“ride my tongue,” yuta’s muffled voice sounds from below you. “use me to come.”

and you do, rocking your hips against his face in rhythm with the salacious movement of his tongue. each flick of the muscle is a drop in your cup that’s filled to the brim, threatening to spill over and flood at any moment. all it takes are a few swirls of his tongue around your sensitive pearl for a wave of pleasure to wash over you. your thighs tremble with your orgasm and your back arches as the aftershocks ripple through you all while yuta continues to languidly stroke your cunt.

he hums against you as you come down from your high, leaving a kiss on your clit before telling you, “you taste so good.”

the compliment makes your heart flutter. “you think so?”

he nods, or at least tries to from his place between your legs. “the best i’ve ever had.”

“well then i guess it’s only fair for me to return the favor,” you suggest, letting your head loll to the side. you can practically see the gears turning in yuta’s head but he doesn’t speak up to question you, instead, waiting for your clarification. “what do you say; want me to suck you off?”

thanks for reading! reblogs + comments are greatly appreciated :))

[yuuuhiii]

at the tone...please record your message.

includes: voice messages yuuta would leave you, yuuta okkotsu x reader, fluff, slight angst

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1. Hi baby! Sorry for calling...l know it's probably really late for you. But I had some free time and I really miss you and everyone. Mostly you though. Don't tell Toge that. *laughing* Call me as soon as you wake up! I'll be waiting~ love you!

2. Hey love, Good morning! You're probably busy but I just wanted to check in and tell you l love you so much. Training has been tiring but you keep me motivated. I miss you, call me back!

3. Hi pretty girl! I saw your post about us! I teared up. I miss you so much, I know I'm strong but you're my weakness. Just wait for me lovely, one more month.

4. My love! I saw that the weather in Tokyo is supposed to be good today so go out! I'll send you money so you can have a little shopping spree. Make sure to FaceTime me I wanna see the haul hehe. Love you!

5. *sigh* I'm really tired but I can't fall asleep.Today was a pretty rough day. I wish you answered my call, your voice would have me sleeping in no time. *breathy laugh* Or your hands in my hair. I miss holding you the most though. Goodnight, I love you.

6. Hey lovey~ Toge said you got injured yesterday. Don't lie to me next time ok? I know you don't wanna worry me but l like worrying, I'm your boyfriend after all. I love you! Stay safe.

7. Hi gorgeous! Sorry I missed your call! I've been packing! Three days and I finally get to see you and everyone! I miss you so much, this distance is gonna be the death of me. Ilove you baby!

8. Did you get what I sent you? Right when I saw it reminded me just of you. Miguel said I could get some custom made as well so be on the look out for that too! Let me know if it fits to tight or to loose, love you!

9. I can't sleep! My flight is in a couple hours and I just can't wait to hold you and kiss you again. It's been to long. I'll just sleep the plane ride there hehe. I love you baby see you soon!

10. Sorry for not answering your call! Panda and Toge snatched me before I could properly see you. I'll make it up to you tonight though I promise. We got a whole month, I love you baby!

© yuuuhiii 24 : don’t plagiarize, translate, or post my work on other platforms

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[1:29 pm]

(cw: f!reader, child on a leash)

"Ok look at me," dad!Yuta guides the chubby face in front of him so their eyes are locked, "are you going to run away from daddy outside?"

"Yes," the little voice replies with a nod.

You stifle a laugh as Yuta sighs in frustration, "No, no running away outside."

Your son cocks his head to the side, "from mommy?"

"No running away from mommy or daddy," you reply, crouching down to his eye level.

"But I want to play," your son pouts. His eyes fill with sadness as he turns his gaze to the floor.

"Bub, it's not always safe to play outside. That's why you have to stay close, we want you to be safe, okay?"

The pout intensifies but he nods nonetheless. You finally make your way into the store. You needed some household essentials, your son needed more clothes, and you needed some groceries too. Yuta held your son's hand as you walked through the automatic doors and reached for a cart.

You honestly should have expected it, the colorful displays at the entrance were almost enough to get your attention fully, your son saw the bright colors and bin filled with stuffed animals and shot off. His hand slipped out of Yuta's and went straight for the stuffed bears.

"Bub, we told you not to do that. Come back," Yuta told him softly but firmly. You placed your purse into the cart and rummaged around until you found what you were looking for. The harness, the leash for your son that looked like a monkey.

His eyes caught it and widened, "No, mommy. Please, no."

You strapped it onto him, "Baby, you didn't listen to mommy or daddy. Next time, you're going in the cart and you won't be able to walk. Do you understand?"

He pouted, sad eyes fixed on the floor, "Fine."

You all walked throughout the store, your son trotting off everyone in a while only to be gently tugged back by Yuta. He did fine for the most part and you even considered letting him walk alone, until you passed the toy aisle.

You heard him begging Yuta to let him “just look, no touching. I promise.” Yuta had thankfully said no, you knew your son could spend hours just looking in these aisles if you let him. 

Your son had complied and went walking behind the both of you as you walked by, his little feet dragging, and lips pouted in the hopes that you both might change your mind. Or even just one of you. 

You had almost made it completely through this section when the store had unfortunately placed some of your son’s favorite toys toward the very end. You heard an excited squeal and turned to see your son just inches away from reaching one of the toys and your husband pulling on the handle of the harness. 

You rolled your eyes playfully, moving your purse and the few items you had placed in the seat and grabbed your son to place him in the front seat of the cart. He squirmed and wiggled as much as he could, moving his legs to prevent you from seating him. 

“Mommy! Mommy, just want to look! Please!” He pleaded, softening his gaze since he already knew the puppy dog eyes would sometimes work on you.

You successfully sat him in and connected the seat belt, “You promised me, baby. You didn’t listen, didn’t I tell you this would happen?”

He nodded sadly, giving in and resting his chin atop his hands on the handle of the shopping cart with a soft, little sigh. You could feel yourself giving in, wanting to let him down and just hold his hand as he looked at the toys. He couldn’t help it that he got his dad’s hyperactive genes. It wasn’t his fault.

“Nope! Let’s move!” Yuta interrupted your thoughts, grabbing the cart and moving you all toward the grocery section. “I know your brain works, honey, it wasn’t a good idea,” he told you with a pointed look.

You crossed your arms, “I wasn’t thinking anything.”

“Sure, honey. Here Bub, you hold the eggs and be very gentle, ok?” Yuta replied while shooting you a look from his peripheral and placing the carton of eggs on your son’s lap.

You son nodded excitedly, “gentle,” he repeated. He places a hand in front of and on top of the carton while looking down at it in wonder.

Yuta turns to you, whispering, “Why can’t he be like this all the time? I don’t like walking around with a leash kid, people judge us. I can feel their eyes on us, but he doesn’t listen!”

“I think when they see him running around they understand. Do we have everything we need?” You ask while looking over your list and double checking the cart.

Yuta huffs, pausing to think, “I want something sweet. Let’s go look at the bakery.”

He and your son start moving toward the bakery while your son excitedly chants, “cake!” over and over again. 

Maybe they both needed the monkey harnesses.

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a/n: I have no idea what this is🧍🏻‍♀️(fratboy!Jaehyun tomorrow)

[andysorbit]

Farmer!Yuta brain rot

kinda nsfw fluff w/smut

hates cutting his hair

very much a simple man who loves lying out in the fields with his head in your lap while you braid daisies into his hair

sells strawberries but saves the prettiest ones for you

has a goat that he would absolutely die for

has a special spot in the corner of the upper level of his barnhouse where he prettied it up so he can bring you up there to fuck for hours

always down to have dinner picnics over on the hill behind your farm when the weather is nice

will proceed to eat you out on said hill while you look up at the stars

then will proceed to fuck you from behind in said feel because there's something about fucking you doggy style in the glory that is nature

there's also something about laying you down in the grass and pounding you into the earth beneath you that makes him feral

loves moaning and whining in your ear

420 friendly Farmer who grows the Marijuana you put in your edibles

loves fucking you out on your bedroom balcony when it's harvest moon

also loves fucking you out in a field during harvest moon

has probably fucked you against every tree on his property

heavily encourages your use of farmer's dresses so he can just lift your dress and have his way with you anytime he wants

always thanks you for having dinner ready for him when he comes in after a long day

doesn't go to church with the rest of the farmer families nearby but always bakes with you and sends them something to enjoy

handy man who's lowkey turned on every time you brag about how good he is with his hands

handsy man too

will finger you on the porch swing

lowkey doesn't shut up about you

"my wife dressed this basket. isn't it pretty?"

made a deal with the kids in the area that if they behave themselves and do well in school that they can share your strawberry surplus

gives the local teens summer jobs and actually pays them

[i4oba]

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✰ TAEYONG — street racer!au

you hated that taeyong’s hobby has never changed: it was rather infuriating how he couldn’t have stopped with those stupid street races which he couldn’t even miss once; you had known lee taeyong ever since from elementary school, and you knew all too well how his biggest dream was to take part in formula 1, but a poor boy, living on the countryside can only dream of achieving such heights, he would never be able to reach that. you don’t even know how the two of you got to befriend each other, it might have been that chemistry project where you two were assigned to work together in that old fashioned “the breakfast club” way on saturdays, as you couldn’t properly behave. you two slowly became good friends, and then… something you weren’t able to describe, it was way too confusing, and growing up you two realised that the period of time when you were together, as a couple, was more than just toxic, pretty much unhealthy. you left him for good finally, leaving behind this mess of a relationship when you got accepted to the university of your dreams, after taking one year off of studies because of whatever reason you foolishly came up with. since taeyong’s name was pretty well known by then in the world of street racing, you knew fully well that he wouldn’t just quit for school which he despised anyways. after breaking up, you left everything unsolved between the two of you, leaving behind the memories as well, trying to make it easier for the both of you, after all. you weren’t mean. but that’s the first word in taeyong’s mind when he spotted you standing there at the track: it seemed as if your face became skinnier, your eyes were teary, hair somewhat shorter than what he was used to. you had changed, he decided, when you took a step closer to his car, which he couldn’t bring himself to change up. but he hadn’t changed in your eyes: he was still that little boy filled with enthusiasm, absolutely crazy for race cars, the taste of speed and you. especially you. “please, be careful” you whispered gently, as he drove away way too fast, as soon as the flag fell down. and then he disappeared in the night, loud and swift.

✰ TAEIL — teacher!au

when you applied for a job at the elementary school of the new town you’d moved to, you made a resolution in mind, learning from previous mistakes: you won’t be so forgiving with your students, you won’t let the parents tell you how to do your job and most importantly, you will NOT fall in love with someone at work ever again (it seemed fatal by then, since you had to leave your previous job because of that). you didn’t have that much of experience as a teacher, your diploma was pretty fresh, gathering dust on the drawer, but you would never let that make you feel less: you were enthusiastic, very thoughtful, as you brought cupcakes for your class, for example! i mean, on the previous night, while decorating the cupcakes with that pinkish icing, you wouldn’t have thought this would be the first step of the chain reaction – you fucked up a few times before when it was time for the first impressions, and let’s be real, that’s exactly what happened on your first day too: you clumsily dropped the whole tray of sweet treats in the entrance of the teacher’s lounge, half of the cupcakes actually ending up on one of your colleagues, who you had tons of gossips going around in the hallways following shortly. and you couldn’t even deny the obvious attraction you felt towards moon taeil, who you fell in love with on the first sight. he was a biology teacher which… well, made place for a few inappropriate biological jokes (well, yeah, sex-ed) coming from the sixth graders, or! the silly theories coming from the youngest of students, telling their parents that you are for sure pregnant (which would’ve made you furious if it wasn’t for their undeniable cuteness).

✰ JOHNNY — high school reunion!au

the first high school reunion of yours was arranged by the student who used to be the council president of your class, who even sent out handmade invitations to everyone, hoping that most of the class would go, not holding grudges against each other anymore, no matter how the bond between everyone of you was pretty much terrible. you were not that big of a persona amongst your peers, you were rather quiet, much like an outcast during your high school years, sometimes addressed with the ominous word “weird”, so you weren’t even planning on going, since you knew very well: no one would bother to notice you being there, or your absence either. it was in the last possible moment when your mother persuaded you finally, after a very big fight between the two of you, offering a ride as well, because (whether it’s a shame or not) you failed your traffic exam once again. focusing on this mainly, you were afraid you would come off as a total loser, as you always fail no matter what. but, after not much of thinking, you decided that you can simply lie, since you live very far away from this dusty little town anyways, no one could actually fact check what’s actually true from what you tell. even on the ride to your old school, you were thinking of false fun facts you could say when someone asks something, telling yourself that it’s not that big of a deal, not that big of a lie – as soon as you stepped into the school itself, though, the damn nostalgia reminded you how much of a loser you had always been. plus, the sight of johnny seo made the situation even worse. your throat felt dry, palm sweaty as your courage left your body slowly, evaporating suddenly, as a fully random girl from your class showed something on his phone to you, laughing loudly in your ear, adding something witty too; you were in love with johnny for a long time, and everyone who got to find this out sooner or later, decided to turn it against you as soon as they got the chance, like those mean, little girls in elementary. you never knew how johnny felt about you, since he never actually told you, or brought it up either, because he was simply understanding. well, in the dimly lit bathroom of the school, pressed against the cold tiles, you knew exactly what he might have felt, kissing you messily, like someone who had been starving. you two were cowards to tell the truth to each other, afraid of making steps forward.

✰ YUTA — rockstar!au

it was pretty much a cliché to hear the “i’m with the band” sentence over and over again, but when you started using it… no one could ever stop you. you were proud that your boyfriend reached his goals and his biggest dream, and every time you saw the ever growing audience at their concerts, a certain, really warm feeling appeared in your chest, slowly filling the whole of your body, which, let’s be real, got to your head a few times. the band had been a thing ever since you were high schoolers, really active ever since the first practice in that musty basement, not too intense back then, but really consistent, persistence paying off in the end, resulting in concerts, albums, and whatnot, including interviews – both of your worlds turned upside down, and nakamoto yuta, as the front man of the group became a star, bringing you with himself everywhere they had to go, like a lucky charm. he felt at ease whenever he could spot you in the crowd, maybe in the first row, dancing and singing along to their songs, or at times when you gave an intense, adrenaline driven kiss on his lips before their performances, rewarding him with something more after… somehow it all worked out, since you two were insanely, madly in love with each other. but how long is this going to be the norm? you’re afraid of guessing.

✰ DOYOUNG — royalty!au

it felt a little chaotic as you spent your time in the spacious library of the palace, dressed in your newly made red velvet dress and a crimson coloured mask on your face, far from the ball room, and even further from the musicians, the aristocrats and young men, ready to ask for your hand in marriage. you were only able to stay for one dance, not having the patience to talk to complete strangers, to dance with heirs you didn’t even know of, and to let them get the best of you, waiting for the right time to use you for their own good. no, you’re not suitable for such things, even if it sounded a little selfish at that moment. it bothered you anyway, that you had to look for The One you could marry – you didn’t want to decide during one night only, whether they could enjoy your company for the rest of their lives, or not. to decide who’s the richer man, you could envision yourself with. you sneaked out in a second, when no one actually paid attention to you anymore. you only found the library purely out of accident, but it was such a pleasant accident since you felt like you were home there. it was quiet, the room filled with the scent of old books, and you were left alone with your own feelings and wandering thoughts. or so you thought at first, until someone stormed inside the library, following you shortly (you wanted to guess how much time you spent there, completely lost in the world of books but you lost your sense of time soon after entering). you didn’t even pay attention to the new guest, you simply continued with the intriguing, dusty book in your hands. the newcomer, however, decided to take a seat right next to you, with his own novel he got from one of the closer shelves. he didn’t say a word, but you could feel the smirk playing on his face, angrily closing your book, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. he didn’t have a mask on, which made you recoil a little, your breath hitching at the sight of such handsome young man, turning the pages of his poem anthology with a smile on his face. his gaze met yours when he looked up, winking at you mischievously. and that funny, unfamiliar feeling you felt at that moment, couldn’t have been described in any of those books laying around, although there was at least a thousand of them. only the boy next to you would be able to do so: kim doyoung, the prince of the kingdom, the heir of the throne.

✰ JAEHYUN — forbidden love!au

you hated hearing the word “forbidden”, although you had heard it several times growing up. you’re not a monarch, you bear no wealth and you basically have nothing else either, but the always so kind and warmhearted heir, jaehyun, couldn’t stop spending his precious time with you, since he enjoyed your company to the extent that you were ashamed of it. you had been selling flowers on the street ever since you were a little girl, mind filled with dreams and false hope. jaehyun always made you feel important, never getting in your way of achieving what you’d always been dreaming of. he was always following your steps, much like the shadow of you, not wanting to leave you any time soon. you could’ve thought it was because of the close friendship between the two of you, and you had always been a little oblivious of recognizing such hidden signs. you let him hug you, smile the brightest whenever he looks at you, and you let him waste your time which you were keen on sacrificing for him, not once hesitating whether what you’re doing is right or not. maybe it was a waste of time to spend your time at the flower field together, smelling the sweet scent of flowers, gazing at the sky endlessly. the stupid feelings were so blind and deaf, they couldn’t hear the obvious alarms of “forbidden” being shouted time to time – when he kissed you for the first time, you didn’t feel guilty. you deserved that. guilt only arrived when it was too late already.

✰ JUNGWOO — fake dating!au

you were actually serious about that contract and the paperwork, as an all too practical person you had always been, but jungwoo shook his head, declining your offer every time, saying how stupid it actually was… since you two are friends, right, and this is a one time only thing. it’s just one night, where you can surprise your family, to let them know that you’re not suffering from relationship problems or anything. you got bored of them always bringing it up, and jungwoo had enough of hearing you complaining about it, so he came up with this whole “fake dating” idea. you weren’t too optimistic, especially since your whole family knew about him, which could make you both seem a little suspicious. he calmed you down, though, telling you that you’re just paranoid, and you can say, after a good two or three months, that you two broke up through tears. little did jungwoo know, that you were afraid of a different thing… which involves the feeling of love you had been feeling towards him for years. you didn’t want to let him know about this silly crush you had on him, but you clearly knew that this night will change everything, as you two will have to act like a real couple for the whole night, and you weren’t sure whether you would be able to leave it all behind, once you get used to it. selfish or not, you were afraid that after a night where you two have to hold each other’s hand, kiss each other here and there (in the name of pure acting), you won’t be able to resist the confession. well, it’s such a rookie mistake to forget about the reason why jungwoo offered this whole thing, right?

✰ MARK — childhood friends to lovers!au

ever since you've basically known your name, mark has been the boy next door. there was the cheeky, red letters of "lee" painted on the mailbox, the windows were adorned with the same coloured curtains, and the same doormat has been sitting in front of their door for ages. you have loved mark ever since you two have met. there wasn't a day where you wouldn't think of him, and there hasn't been a day when you haven't loved him. it was like a vicious circle which you couldn't get out of, because those stupid feelings would destroy the oh so precious friendship of yours, and you cannot let that happen, right? i mean, that's what you've thought for far too long, since this friendship meant more to you, than the fragile feeling of love – you didn't want it to get to the point where you would rather spit on each other, than talk it out. maybe that's why you pushed him away from yourself? maybe you just did that because you weren't too sure of your own peace of mind? no matter what, you knew the decision itself was wrong, only to realize it way too late. damaging the friendship and crying yourself to sleep was all your fault, after all, being way too proud and scared, stupid even; when you came back to the town where you two grew up, the least thing you wanted was to meet mark lee, mainly because you wouldn't have been able to look him in the eyes after all these happened. but you had to, so soon you even got a little surprised. it's been a while since the last time you have been home, your bedroom seemed way too unfamiliar at that point, just like the vhs tape placed directly in the middle of your bed. one which you haven't seen yet. it didn't have a title, the white label completely empty as you picked it up. you were a little bit cautious when placing it in the system, waiting for it to play whatever is on it, not having such large imagination to expect anything. it was a home video montage, full of videos of you and mark: playing together, getting ready for the first day of school, going to the movies, the way you two got engaged in middle school as a joke, and the omnious day of prom... you got teary eyed, with one thing on your mind - you have to go and save whatever's left now. maybe you're not too late.

✰ HAECHAN — rivals to lovers!au

lee donghyuck's name rushed through the hallways of your music academy just as quietly as a whisper, and you never knew why was it all like that ever since you've stepped foot into the school. you couldn't even hide the way too obvious rolls of your eyes every time you heard it. lee donghyuck was one of the biggest prodigies at the academy, no one could even be considered as a rival for him, this is mainly why he was such a big living legend amongst the students - you couldn't even hide how annoyed this made you, especially because he made sure you knew this ever since you two were little. music played a huge part in both of your lives, and somehow, you two always seemed to be at each other's throat, the first place at being the best always changing between the two of you. you could never get rid of each other either; your dad, always being so positive, once said, on your way to the academy sometime between sophomore and junior year, that the only reason behind this is that you two are equally good at what you're doing. you were pretty much skeptic for the longest of time, and felt as if you were destined to be the forever second next to him. you've had enough of always bumping into walls, since hyuck was the one who could stand at the first place ever so proudly. in kindergarten, in middle school, and even in high school, every. god damn. time. and that infuriating smile was plastered all upon his face even when you two were asked to not perform alone on the annual charity gala of your academy - you two had to perform something phenomenal, putting the childish jarring aside, growing out of the silly phase of hating each other, which was all made up by you, and you only, pushing the poor boy away from you. the boy who had always been so obsessed with you, utterly and completely. he won this time again, isn't it right?

[yukittywrites]

I Want to Feel You Near~

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warnings: dom reader and sub taeyong, dom reader and sub yuta, toys, exhibitionism, semi-public sex (im talking in the dorms but in front of the members), mild masochistic yuta, a little bit of degradation but its mild!

word count: 3k Read the full story (12.7k) here!

a/n: this is my first time ever converting a story into y/n im sorry if its a little stilted i usually write mlm! also reader is gender neutral, no mention of their genitals whatsoever to make sure people arent uncomfy. also no mention of skin tone/identifying features.

You loved all the 127 boys, they were all perfect in their own rights, whether you were fucking them or getting fucked by them, whether they were a sub or dom, kinky or not, you loved them all.

Of course, you treated them all differently accordingly, and the person you were always the most hesitant with was Yuta. It was no secret amongst all of you that he was constantly switching between dominant and submissive, topping or bottoming, even his interest in sex at all would wax and wane.

So you always made sure you could cater to his current needs—and that he felt comfortable with sex at all—before you ever engaged in anything with him.

But, when Yuta was in the mood, after that initial conversation, you could go as crazy with him as you wanted. Yuta was down for it all, anything you could give, he would take it gladly, and his desire to please alongside his obvious kinkiness was so perfect for you that you could never help yourself.

Taeyong, contrastly, was always a set constant. He was a sub, he loved pleasing you but he wasn't nearly as kinky. Taeyong needed praises and sweet words even alongside cruel actions, and you could provide that for him, but Yuta wanted anger. He wanted to be treated so cruelly that he sobbed, that he felt every ounce of his stress get forcibly yanked from his body.

Like you said, different but perfect all the same.

Taeyong and you together were originally thought to be the most vanilla couple within the main 127 dorm, but the boys quickly discovered through waltzing into your bedroom unannounced more than once that it was not the case.

While you could never get as kinky with him as with Yuta, Taeyong certainly was in his own right.

And those two dynamics led you to the current moment, Taeyong's lower body and your own covered under the blanket in 127's living room, both pretending to watch the movie that had been turned on, when, in reality, both of you were more focused on each other than the screen.

Your own eyes continued to watch with no problem, but Taeyong's continuously flitted around nervously, slipping closed momentarily only to reopen when your hand, slowly jerking him off up under the sheets, reaches a particularly good spot.

Taeyong risks a glance at you, and you don't even glance back at him, continuing to watch whatever was going on. It must've been the genuine indifference to his plight—or maybe the way you sped up the hand on his cock—but Taeyong's head lolls, his eyes rolling backward a little.

At that moment, Yuta laughs.

And you don't think anything of it. Honestly, maybe whatever was on screen was funny, or maybe the boys said something funny. Who knows. You weren't really paying attention.

But you see Taeyong's head snap over to look at Yuta, even through whatever pleasure he's experiencing. Whatever Yuta does in reply makes his hips cant forward, enough to be noticeable even under the blanket.

Taeyong's head comes closer to your own, and he whispers. "Yuta k-knows."

Yuta knows, and Taeyong loves it. He loves the feeling of being caught, the dirty sub that he is.

And you love the way it makes Taeyong feel, you love the power it gives you.

So, you turn your body, enough to look like repositioning, but really just turning so you can stare Yuta dead in the face as you continue your ministrations.

"You're doing so well, my pretty boy." you murmur into Taeyong's ear, and it sends his eyes rolling in his skull again.

Your hand slowly jerks at Taeyong's hard cock, looking at him directly as if to challenge him. As if to say 'do something about it, you won't.'

And Yuta won't.

He can't help the shiver that runs up his body as he looks at you and feels your dominating aura focusing on solely him. He can't believe that you're doing this, not that you're having public sex with Taeyong—honestly that's a pretty normal occurrence—but that you'd flaunt it so boldly in front of him.

He'd been in a bit of a domming period for a while, so it was strang ethat you would challenge him like this, but he couldn't lie and say that he didn't want to see what happened next, that he wanted to fight back against you.

Taeyong's head is slumped over, his body imperceptibly rocking as he undoubtedly begins to lose control, his face flushed red with arousal, embarrassment and heat.

Your hand stops on him. Yuta can tell because Taeyong's eyes fly open, his hips twitching again, silently looking at you with a plea to let him cum.

But you don't think about that right now. No, now you're thinking about Yuta. You have two boys pliant for you to toy with them, and you're going to use the situation to the fullest of your advantage.

Your lidded eyes trail down to Yuta's prominent bulge, and then back up to his eyes, which have been watching you and Taeyong ever since he caught onto your little game.

You continue to stare at him, making it clear that your goal is to make Yuta as wrecked as Taeyong is under your hands, even if you can't touch him.

You all have been watching this movie for at least an hour, and Taeyong is certainly reaching the final stages of remaining subtle while getting a handjob and being edged repeatedly. His hips keep bucking into the sheets, only lightly stopped by the leg that you've thrown over his and a sharp glare that keeps his lips parted.

But, you decide that he's had enough of a grace period. So you bring your hand back onto him. Taeyong's teeth clamp down on his lip in an effort to keep from moaning out loud, his head falling back down as he continues to get pumped in their shared living room, in front of nine different sets of eyes.

You jut your head at Yuta for Taeyong to follow the motion, and Yuta's tongue prods at his cheek in reaction to Taeyong's ruined expression.

You can't say that you don't feel the same, but you hide it better.

Taeyong's usually large bright eyes are lidded and nearly black with arousal, his cheeks redder than any blush could make them, his mind and body both crumbling.

Yuta can't stop staring at him, as though he was entranced by the scene playing out in front of him, and as if on command, you make direct eye contact with him again and you lean down into Taeyong's ear again.

"Such a patient boy for me. You can go ahead and cum, you earned it."

The second the words fall from your mouth do Taeyong's eyes roll back to fully reveal the white.

"Oh, fuck!" He whines, his voice loud and high-pitched.

You watch as Yuta bites down on a gasp, and you tear the blanket off Taeyong's legs at the same time the rest of the members turn to stare.

Taeyong's hard, red, dripping cock shoots cum all over his clothed stomach, his hips bucking wildly in the air as he gasps, breathless, seemingly losing all control of his body when he was allowed to cum.

Yuta himself can't stop staring at Taeyong's face, the wantonity of his expression, the way his mouth hangs open as he gasps, the way his eyes roll back and flutter closed.

It makes him shiver, muscles clenched to avoid cumming in his pants like a teenager at the scene.

The aftershocks of the orgasm leave Taeyong twitching and nobody dares to speak for a moment or two while Taeyong collapses into your lap, exhausted and out of breath. 

"Dude... that's what they were doing? I thought Taeyong was just feeling bad," Mark says. A hum of agreeance from the rest of the group rings out.

"Pause the drama," you grin.

"Yongie wants you to watch us play today, and enjoy the view for a few minutes while I get something."

"It's too much!" Taeyong whines, grabbing at your shirt, and the breathiness in his tone makes Yuta's hard cock twitch in his pants. 

Your hands grip Taeyong's face, "Colour?" you question.

Taeyong's 'green' is breathless. 

"Then you'll fucking take it."

Right before you leave the living room to get your things, you looks pointedly at Yuta.

"And nobody touch what's mine while I'm gone."

But Yuta doesn't, still reeling from what he just watched.

Taeyong will use the time as a reprieve, to catch his breath from his rushing orgasm and Yuta will try to use it to psych himself up for whatever is in store when you get back, knowing he won't be able to.

The boys have all quickly abandoned the drama for the promise of a scene they'll get to watch, and Yuta had stopped paying attention twenty minutes prior.

You come back with two vibrators and lube, quickly uncapping it and pouring some onto your hand.

"I had to jerk him off dry, but my pretty slut was so horny he couldn't stop dripping, so the slide wasn't too bad." 

Taeyong chokes on his spit as you wrap a lube covered hand around his sensitive cock.

"Isn't that right, Yongie? You were so turned on that they could figure out your dirty little secret at any time that you couldn't help but leak everywhere?"

"Yeah! Couldn't help it, y/n, you make me- ah! Crazy," Taeyong whines, hips rolling. 

"Oh baby, I know I do." 

Your hands land on the magic wand vibrator that you brought, turning it on the first setting and pressing it to the base of Taeyong's cock. 

Taeyong's body jolts with the vibrations, whining loudly.

"Aw, Yongie, you're already dripping again," you tsk.

"Sorry, 'm sorry, y/n. It just feels so good!" Taeyong babbles, his hand gripping onto your arm. 

"Oh no, baby, don't apologise to me, apologise to them." You say, gesturing around.

"Just look at what you've done to poor Mark" 

Taeyong glances around to find Mark, only to catch him with his head tilted back, Johnny's hand languidly stroking him under his pants.

"Jaehyun too." he smirks.

Jaehyun who's got his hand down his own pants. 

And now, your chance to toy with your other boy.

"Of course, let's not forget about you, Yuta. Your cock has been hard in your pants for the better part of thirty minutes. You just sat there hard, watching me play with my pretty boy without saying anything like a good bitch."

Yuta scoffs in reply, but it comes out weaker than he intended for it to.

"Look, Yongie, you made him so hard." you murmur, wand still pressed to Taeyong's cock, who lolls his head over and smiles. "'m glad, glad to please you, Yuta."

Yuta smirks, the same one he does when he's domming, but you won't let him gain back his confidence in those abilities so quickly.

"Or maybe it was me, hmm? Me staring at you as I jerked Yongie off because I knew you wouldn't dare say anything?"

"Don't flatter yourself." Yuta bites back, unconvincing to his own ears. 

"I don't need to flatter myself, I know it's true. You think we don't know your tells by now? You think that we can't tell when you want to dom and when you want to sub? You may be a good actor, Yuta, but you aren't that good."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe instead of antagonising me, you could put that focus on your slut. He looks like he's about to pass out." Yuta replies back, a pretty desperate attempt to avoid the conversation.

You passively glance back over at Taeyong, moving the vibrator up and down his shaft, revelling in his gorgeous moans.

"Oh please, he's perfectly fine. He's taken worse, and I'm a good multi-tasker."

"Shut up, y/n." Yuta dismisses, looking to dodge whatever you're plotting to yank him full force into the subspace that he's been oscillating in and out of. 

"Is that the Nakamoto Yuta backing down from a challenge?" You grin, moving the vibrator closer to the head of Taeyong's cock. 

"Y/n!" Taeyong damn near squeals, and it makes Yuta's breath noticeably hitch.

"You're only backing down because you know you'll lose if you keep going, isn't that right, Yuta?" you ask.

He scoffs again, rolling his eyes, "Maybe I'm backing down because I want to watch the show in peace and enjoy myself?"

"Yeah, just like you were when the movie was playing? When you kept locking eyes with me and practically withering under my gaze from across the room? Just like the way you tried so hard to maintain eye contact earlier and broke it because you couldn't?"

Yuta feels breathless, out of his element. He wasn't prepared for you to get deep enough in his headspace to call him out like this, he wasn't really prepared to start feeling subby when he caught the two of them under the blanket. He's been hard for too long and he wants to touch himself like the rest of the members are doing but he knows that the second he touches himself he'll lose the already slipping control of the situation.

The vibrator reaches Taeyong's cockhead and within a second he's already stuttering. "Y/n! Can't— I-I'm close, going— need-"

"It's fine, go ahead and cum for me, love." You permit, watching as Taeyong's legs lock up and begin to spasm, pretty cries falling from his lips with pleasure, blending in with Jaehyun's groan as he cums simultaneously. 

He looks so pretty, so wrecked between the two intense orgasms he had, seeming now as if he's half floating with pleasure and it makes Yuta long for that same feeling.

You and him are the only ones who haven't touched yourselves since this whole thing started and you can tell that Yuta wants nothing more to feel the same sort of ecstasy that is crashing through Taeyong's body, the feeling that comes from being toyed with for so long and finally getting to experience that ear ringing orgasm.

He gulps and clenches his fist into the side of his sweatpants.

When Taeyong is done, you click the vibrator off.

"Can I take care of Yuta for a moment, baby?" you question him lowly, always ready to give the option of immediate aftercare to Taeyong, Yuta be damned, but he nods, and then slumps again to catch his breath.

With that, your unwavering attention is back on Yuta, walking closer to his spot on the couch adjacent to you. 

"You're lying to me, Yuta. Just admit it, just say that you're slipping into subspace, that you don't want to challenge me."

"I'm not admitting shit, because it's not true." 

"Yuta, for someone who's an actor, you're really shitty at it right now." you lean in closer, placing your hands on the couch between Yuta's head, caging him in. 

You tower over top of him in this position, you standing and Yuta sitting, his body caged in and trapped.

If he tried to stand up, it'd be so easy for you to push him back down, to keep going as though Yuta never tried to protest in the first place and god is that incredibly arousing for the both of you.

He gulps, eyes flickering all over your amused face. His cock feels rock solid in his pants, and Yuta wonders if you would jerk him off or put the vibrator on him if he caved. 

"Just admit it, Yuta. You've slipped. You're not domming anyone and you know that you don't want to. You want to be toyed with until you cry you want to be fucked stupid. You're horny and you want relief, and you know what the easiest way to do that is?" You lean in far enough that your mouth is right beside Yuta's ear, and you dig your tongue into the sweet spot right below it, the one that makes Yuta clamp down on his mouth to suppress a sound which would surely spill out as a whimper or higher moan.

Then, you simply whisper, "Admitting that you want nothing more than to be a good little slut for your dom, because everyone knows that's what you are."

With that, the moan mixed whimper that Yuta worked so hard to bite back spills from his mouth, and you pull back with a grin.

"There we go, Yuta. Isn't it better now that you've admitted what you want? Now say it."

Yuta wouldn't, not to everyone. Not when he'd fought back with you so much about not feeling like a sub, not when he'd outright denied it so many times. It would be embarrassing and humiliating to give in to what you told him he was with such ease and— fuck, all of that sounded incredibly hot. Curse his humiliation kink.

You roll your eyes, grabbing Yuta's chin between your tumb and pointer fingers and pull him up from the couch, bringing your faces close. 

"Say. It." You demand. 

The words spill from Yuta's mouth unwillingly, "I want to be good."

You weaken the grip on his chin, but hum nonetheless, clearly prompting him to say it louder.

Well, it was obvious that he'd cracked anyways, Yuta reasons.

So louder, loud enough for the room to hear, he repeats "I want to be a good sub for you, y/n."

His voice comes out whiny, though it's only a bit higher than usual.

"That's a good boy," you smile, and you push Yuta with both of your hands back onto the couch. 

"I'll ruin you just like I did Taeyong, you slut." You coo, and Yuta whimpers, eyes casting around the room.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time, even tonight that the other boys had gotten a great view, and he would be the best show.

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[gojotenshi]

Yuta Okkotsu

I absolutely adore Yuta, like I still can't believe how someone went from babygirl to Daddy in a matter of a year, but I'm here for it. I like my Yuta insidious, I like the gentle smiles and soft gestures. I like the slow insertion into your life, the way that he will make sure to be so deep entrenched into every single aspect of your day to day that soon you won't be able to know how it was like without him. He likes you dependent. Likes when he's the only one that you think about, breathe about, live for. He wants to be yours but above it all, he wants you to be his. Wholly. Undoubtedly. Forever. His.

[suzakisbbygirl]

11:22 pm

Pairing: Yuta x fem!reader

Wc: 541

Genre: fluff

You have been waiting for your boyfriend, Yuta, to get home from the studio. As many times as Yuta has told you not to wait up for him, it doesn't feel right going to bed without him anymore. Most nights you are successful with staying awake till he gets home, but tonight was a little different. You’ve been texting him all day about the things that have been happening at your work, to which he has been very supportive in listening to your rants. You always feel bad complaining about your job, knowing how intense it is, but he makes it known that he wants to hear about everything and anything that you have to tell him. Throughout the day, he has been calling and texting you as much as he possibly can, even offering to leave the studio early, but you know how important his job is to him, so you told him to stay and that you would see him at home. Feeling defeated from the stress of the day, you find it harder and harder to stay awake. When Yuta walks through the door, he hears the tv playing an anime that the two of you have watched together. Confused as to why you would be watching it again, he sets his bag down and takes his shoes off before entering the living room. As soon as he sees you curled up on the couch in one of his sweatshirts, holding the plushie that he bought you in Japan, his heart begins to flutter. He swears that there is nothing more precious in the world than you, and seeing you curled up like this confirms that for him. Quietly walking over, he sits in front of you, and simply admires your beauty for a moment, before he pushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His gentle touch just barely wakes you up, you finally open your eyes, and see him looking at you with pure admiration.

“Hi my love.” He says in his usual calm voice.

“Yuta? When did you get home?”

“Just now, why don't we go to bed? I think you’ll be much more comfortable there.”

Before you can answer, he has you in his arms, bridal style, as he effortlessly carries you to your shared bed. Gently placing you down, he leaves you with a kiss on your forehead, and goes to get himself cleaned up after a hard day of dancing and recording. When he returns, you immediately open your arms to him, and he gives you a sweet smile. He knows that his presence is one of the best ways to cheer you up, and he loves it. He loves that something as simple as him just being there can keep you so happy, because it's the same for him. Holding you calms him down, and being held by him calms you down. Crawling into bed, he pulls you as close to him as he possibly can. As he gently runs his fingers through your hair, he's humming one of your favorite songs. Drifting off to sleep again, you nuzzle your head into his chest, taking in his warmth.

“Yuta?”

“Yes my love?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too baby.”

[springseasonie]

need u 2 write smthn with yuta x reader plus another member srsly..ur smut is top tier 😭

Limo | NMY + KDY (M)

Summary: porn with no plot. Just a threesome in a limo with your 2 boyfriends.

Warnings: sexual content, oral(male+fem receiving), car/limo sex, semi public, snowballing, clothed sex

Word count: 1,5k

A/N: hope you like the pairing kekeke

There's nothing like going to important events with your 2 boyfriends, especially when they can’t keep their hands off of you. You told them you wanted to show up pretty for the cameras and they agreed to calm down for the ride. But you should've known better than to believe their word.

Now you're sitting in the limo with your dress pushed to your waist and your panties to your ankles. Yuta is slurping you up between your legs and Doyoung is kissing you like he won't see you the next day. Your legs are pushed apart, Yuta holding one and Doyoung holding the other.

Yuta's tongue is licking at your core relentlessly, tongue constantly flicking your clit drowning in the taste of you. Doyoung moves from your mouth, kissing down your neck to the top of your breast cupping your clothed chest in his hand.

"You have to be quiet Y/N. You don't want the driver to get distracted do you?" Doyoung's voice sent shivers down your spine as he whispered in your ear. He licked his lips staring at your face contorting in pleasure.

Your hands tangled in Yuta's perfect hair, head rolling back against the seat. Doyoung's thumb rubbed your inner thigh slowly watching you begin to fall apart on yuta's tongue. "Yuta I'm cumming," you whined breathlessly.

His brows furrowed as you pulled his face closer to your cunt, sticking his tongue inside of you deeper as you grinded on his mouth. You came hard on his tongue moaning softly as he lapped up your cum and arousal. "Good girl," Doyoung cooed in your ear. "How does his tongue feel, hm?"

"So fucking good." Your hip continued to grind on his tongue desperate to cum again. Doyoung grabbed your chin softly, turning you to face him. He kissed you softly, smirking against your lips as you moaned in his mouth. Taking one hand off yuta's hair, you grabbed and squeezed the strained erection in Doyoung's suit.

"You want it?"

You nodded fast, fingers fumbling with his belt. Doyoung laughed, replacing your hand with his, kissing you as he unbuckled his belt. Just as he was about to pull himself out his slacks, the driver spoke.

"We will be there in 20 minutes," he said, tone rigid, trying not to let the events behind him affect him whatsoever.

"Thank you." Yuta's voice was loud and normal, but muffled between your legs. The driver rolled the partition back up with a loud sigh. Yuta chuckled softly, separating his mouth from your core. Just then he began to see the paparazzi line up on the sidewalk, heading towards the venue. "We gotta make this quick."

"I want you in my mouth," you spoke against Doyoung's lips with desperation. "Let me suck you off." You let Doyoung lean on the curved end of the corner of the seat, watching him pull his length out. Without a second thought you lower your head, stroking his shaft as you sucked his sensitive tip.

Just then, Yuta pats your hip, urging you to get in position on the tiny seat. "C'mon baby, you know what to do." With one leg in the seat and the other on the floor of the car, you toot your hips up ready to take Yuta.

Doyoung's hand makes it to your head, brushing your hair out your face as you bob your head on his hard length. "Your eyes are so pretty, baby. You look so pretty tonight."

You take him out your mouth, looking at him through your lashes as you lick up his shaft. You hadn't even realized Yuta pulled his dick out until you felt his tip poking at your entrance. "God you're so wet Y/N," he mumbled, smirking on his lips.

"Fuck me Yuta, I need you," you moaned softly. Yuta entered you with ease, your wet cunt sucking him in with urgency. Your wrap your mouth around Doyoung's tip again, moaning around him as Yuta fucked you from behind. You bobbed your head, batting your lashes at the man above you.

Doyoung watches you, gazing at your pretty face with a hazy expression. He bites his lip, holding your hair as you did your thing. You pulled off of him, stroking him to keep the pleasure going as you let out a choked whimper. Yuta was slamming into you, cock hitting you in all the right places as he held your hips roughly.

"Give it to me," you groaned. "Just like that, fuck."

He slammed his hips into you, making you cry out his name. "Like that?"

"Yes like that fuck," you whined. You stuck your tongue out, licking the precum dripping down Doyoung's cock, tongue digging into his slit.

"Fuck baby," he groaned softly, brows knitting.

"Fuck my mouth Doie," you said between pants.

"Baby you're makeup.."

"I don't care, just use me Doie. I need you."

Doyoung gripped your hair roughly, biting his lip as he guided your mouth back to his length. You opened your mouth, jaw dropping immediately as you looked up at him. Doyoung pushed you all the way down, tip hitting the back of your throat. He thrusted into your mouth slowly, taking in the feeling of you moaning around him.

Yuta's brows furrowed, the feeling of you bouncing on him at the same time of his thrust driving him crazy. He completely tuned out the sound of people and cameras clicking outside the limo, eyes rolling back every time you clenched around him. Holding your body up with one hand you snuck the other between your legs, rubbing your clit fast to reach your orgasm.

"Fuck, your mouth is so good" Doyoung grunts, thrusting faster. "Want me to cum in your mouth?"

You moaned around him, knitting your brows at the thought of his cum running down your throat, especially at a time like this. Doyoung kept going, starting to feel his orgasm creeping in. Something about the feeling of them both taking you in such a compromising way made you feel like you were going insane.

“Shit what are you thinking about that has you clenching around me so tightly hmm?” The way Yuta held that knowing tone in his voice made it all the more hotter. They both knew what they did to you, how to make you come undone in the best ways in any given situation.

As Yuta slammed into you, Doyoung began to weigh down heavier on your tongue. He was close, and you both knew it.

“Y/N i’m so close” you looked at him with teary eyes as you trailed your tongue up until you reached the sensitive spot of him just before his tip. The whimper that flew past his lips was almost foreign to your ears. “I can’t take it anymore” you loved seeing him like this. It was almost your favorite Doyoung aside from the kind lover who didn’t even want you walking to your car alone.

“Cum with me babygirl” Doyoung’s eyes fluttered shut as he pushed you all the way back down his length. A chilled shiver traveled down your spine as you felt him still in your mouth. Letting every single drop of his cum flow into your mouth. “Don’t swallow it”, the breathiness in Yuta’s voice as he pushed so deep inside of you it triggered your own orgasm was downright disgusting. Your lover stilled his hips as the three of you went over the edge together, becoming more than a moaning mess. You’d definitely have to apologize to the driver at a later time.

But for right now you were focused on the two men who you loved more than words could ever express. The men who could make you laugh at the most unfunny joke you’d ever heard. And who could also make you scream to the highest heavens. “Cmere”

Doyoung pulled out of your mouth as Yuta turned your head towards him for a deep kiss.

You went to pull back trying to tell him your mouth was in fact filled with Doyoung’s cum, but he didn’t care at all. Your tongue’s swirled around each other sharing what you held in your mouth as Doyoung stared at the two of you with fire in his eyes. “That’s way hotter than it should be” he ran a hand through his hair as Yuta pulled away from you, panting with a playful smile on his face.

“Aren’t you happy we didn’t leave you untouched Y/N?” You took your thumb wiping the smeared lipstick off of your mouth before holding it in between the two of them. “We have 6 minutes before we step out of this car…Fix me now.”

The three of you begin moving around and fixing each of your appearances as the driver pulls up to the venue. You could see all of the flashing camera’s flashing outside of the Limo. “Y/N stop fussing, you look beautiful.” You couldn’t help go over every detail of the fixed look you were before sighing. “You two better be lucky I love you” stepping out of the Limo you smiled at the paparazzi as they shouted for you to look in each direction.

As your two boyfriend’s hooked their arms around yours, you couldn’t help the laugh you let out. In everyone’s eyes it was an innocent laugh with having your lovers by your side. But it in fact was for a very different reason. A reason that would keep you energetic the whole night.

[starrynctzen]

[7:54 pm]

"you didn't have to you know," you say to your boyfriend, yuta, who sets a tray of food down in between you both.

"as if i would let you skip a meal," he smiles from across the table at you, "besides, what if i just wanted to spend some time with you? what if i just missed your beautiful face?"

he said those words jokingly but he wholeheartedly meant it. he was making sure you wouldn't skip a meal, and in return he got to be in your presence.

that was enough for him.

[ethereal-engene]

war with heaven | yuta

pairing: bf!yuta x gn!reader

genre: slice-of-life, angst, and fluff  // warnings: mentions of death (no character death) and drinking 

summary: A small conversation while drinking with Yuta // word count: 544

note: inspired by Keshi’s song War With Heaven. I forgot how much I love this song, enjoy this drabble

Tonight was another one of those nights where it was filled with drinking with Yuta and talking about anything. It was nice to have deep talks with him because hearing his perspective was always enlightening and refreshing.

It was without a doubt that he loved you. From the way, he would take any chance to talk about you to his members when the opportunity came or listening to you talk about your day even when he’s tired. Similarly, anyone could tell from a mile away that you were smitten for him as well. Especially when he was around you, with the way your eyes just shine brighter when you look at him.

It was also the small things like him bringing souvenirs or trinkets because they reminded him of you. Or sending encouraging messages when you were feeling out of it. Neither of you couldn’t imagine your life without each other. It would simply be a tragedy if it were to happen.

For some reason, your buzzed state was curious to hear about if that were ever to happen though. What would Yuta do if you died? It’s a morbid and dark and deep topic, but that doesn’t stop you from asking.

When he hears you ask, his eyes widen but then soften. Actually hearing it from you made his heart ache at the thought of it and sober ups. He walks over to you to hold you in his arms. A long drawn out hum vibrates from him as he lets it out.

“Well, I would hate to think about it but I would wage war with heaven for keepin' me away from you. 'Cause I don't know what else I'd do if I was away from you, so long.” He adamantly states it while looking at you. His eyes tell no lie.

Hearing his answer sobers you up. “Wage war with heaven, huh?” You can’t help but look back at him with love. Out of all the possible answers that he could have answered with, none of them could have predicted that. But then again, we’re talking about the one and only Yuta here.

The man who would go to hell and back for you. The man who doesn’t give up on his dreams even when chasing them hurts sometimes. The man who loves to give love to his members and you whenever and wherever. The man who makes sure you know that you’re loved and cared for. The man who on end would do anything to make you happy and take care of you. The man who always grabs and holds your hand tightly whenever you guys are in public. The man who simply would not let go of you unless you truly ask him to.

“Yes of course, what else would there be to do?” He lands a kiss on your forehead before going in for a kiss on your lips. Hoping that not only does his answer satisfy you but solidify just how seriously in love he is with you. Also as a silent prayer that nothing ever bad happens to you where heaven does take you away from him before he gets to chance to do all the things he wants to do with you in this life.

this was going to be longer but maybe in the future I’ll revisit this, for now I like how it is.

LET THIS BE A REMINDER TO NEVER SETTLE FOR LESS THAN YOU DESERVE !! and also please reblog this with your thoughts/feedback in the tags, or dm or send an ask to me! they mean the world to me :)

take care and signing off with love

- ash

[ncityavenue]

「 𝟗:𝟑𝟎𝐩𝐦」

You and Yuta were having a innocent movie night until you felt curious hands roam your body, your back was up against his chest with your knees up to your chest. Yuta's hands brushed across your nipples as they traveled down to your abdomen, he squeezed ever so lightly before resting them on the top of your shorts.

"Yuta what are you doing?" You said.

"Just trying to find a comfortable position for my hands." Yuta said in response, you can almost hear the smirk plastering on his face.

You knew that's not what he was actually doing, he played with the little bow on your shorts before confidently shoving his hand down there.

At this point you let him think he was being sneaky, he grabbed your jaw to lead you to kiss him. You gave in passionately kissing him, he rubbed your clothed clit in little circles. You thought your shorts were getting in the way so you pulled them off so yuta could have easier access. He smirked into the kiss before he started pecking kisses all over your neck and nipping at your ear.

His fingers entered your panties playing with your clit, he slowly lifted your shirt freeing your tits. He toyed with your nipples while the other hand got busy on your cunt. His middle and ring finger teased your bud before entering your pussy, his slow teasing thrusts made you whine for more.

"Now now don't be so needy, I could deny you of cumming if you get greedy." Yuta whispered in your ear causing you to jerk forward. After a few of his slow thrusts he sped up the process, your legs were underneath his to keep from closing them.

He cupped your breasts harshly before slapping it around making you moan, his slender fingers hits your g spot repeatedly. Your pussy clenched around him gushing out more of your slick.

"Oh fuck right there!" You whimpered, your stomach tightened by yuta swift movements over your clit. His fingers swirled around your sensitive bud, you start squirting little spurts onto your panties ruining then completely.

You gripped his thighs for support, he watched you squirm around which he couldn't get enough of. He entered your cunt against jerking his fingers up and down aggressively while his pointer and pinky finger rested on the lips of your pussy. You started squirting again this time heavier, your body arched as you came undone in Yuta's embrace.

Your moans got louder as he continued until your high rides out, his fingers went slower and slower until he came to a halt.

"Hmm you did so good for me pretty girl." Yuta praised dragging his fingers to his mouth tasting you, sharing the taste with you by making out with you shortly after.

"This was suppose to be a innocent movie night, mr.nakamoto" You panted.

"I don't see your pussy complaining, mrs.nakamoto." Yuta grinned at you peppering more kisses on your neck.

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[thru-the-grapevine]

[11:21 PM] “It’s late,” Yuta mumbled against your mouth.

You pulled him in close again, shutting him up with another long kiss. You knew it was getting late; the sun had already set when Yuta had arrived at your apartment, and you’d made it through about four episodes of your favorite show by now. But this was the first time you'd finally worked up the courage to kiss him, and you didn’t want it to end yet.

Yuta’s mouth curled into a smile against yours as he pulled back just enough to speak again. “I probably need to go.”

“No, not yet,” you objected, curling your fingers tighter in his collar. “Please?”

He laughed. “Another five minutes, then.”

“Good,” you murmured, leaning back in and kissing him without any resistance on his end. Yuta was rather good at this, and you thought that maybe, just maybe, you could do this for the next hour without getting tired.

By the time you broke apart again, you were both breathless, lips swollen. You gazed at his lips, deciding this swollen color was really pretty. God, it made you want to kiss him more.

You decided to head off any protests by nipping in first.

“Please,” you said, pouting a little. “I know I’ve kissed you, like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

Yuta groaned, resting his forehead against yours. “You’re kind of dangerous, you know that?”

“Me? Dangerous?” You smiled, biting your lip. “That doesn’t sound right.”

“Flirt,” Yuta muttered darkly before leaning in and kissing you again, gently pressing you to lay back on the couch.

Maybe not just one hour, you decided. You could go for hours and hours, kissing Nakamoto Yuta like this.

[andysorbit]

Yuta as an older woman's boyfriend drabble (M)

Daddy!Yuta x fem!reader

"Yu- Yu- Yuta, oh fuck!"

He holds you tighter and throttles you against the wall behind the church where your best friend just got married. It's wild and spontaneous but it's amazing.

He's so handsome in his suit.

He's also pissed.

He pushes your dress higher up around your waist. "Are you gonna stop calling me a friend like people don't already fucking know?" He grunts.

"Yuta, please."

"Please what?"

"I can't."

He stills himself inside of you and pulls back to stare you down. You squirm and try to move to relieve yourself in some way but he's too strong.

"Daddy, please. Oh my God- please," You beg helplessly hoping that he'll get lost in the softness of your voice.

He doesn't.

"I can't," He replies sarcastically.

You feel like crying, "I need you... please," You plead.

He thrusts into you once and stills himself again, "And I need you to stop being embarrassed about my age," he shoots back.

You try again to move against him to form any kind of friction but it's all in vain, "I'm not embarrassed," You lie.

"Bullshit." he seethes.

You sob, "Yuta, I-"

He presses a hand over your mouth, "Shut up. You're getting too loud and you're not really saying anything worth listening to anyway," he says.

You sob silently and wriggle desperately.

"I'm gonna move my hand and when I do, you'd better say something that's not gonna piss me off- got it?" he demands.

You nod eagerly and he moves his hand from your mouth to your neck, "Start fucking talking," he says roughly.

"I'm sorry. Please... I'm just scared of what people are gonna say. I'll stop it though. Please, I'll stop it- just please fuck me," You whimper.

"Tell me you love me," he demands as he fucks into you.

"I love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you," You moan softly.

"Prove it and tell people I'm your man," he says as he pounds you,

"They already know I'm the one fucking you the way you like it."

[todoroki-waifu]

Megumi x Reader x Yuta (Separate)

Warning: Female reader. For Megumi’s part, has a dash of reader x Itadori. 

Scenario: They can’t seem to get you off their mind even in their sleep.

Genre: A tiny, tiny bit of angst, but not really angst? Fluff

Word Count: 1,173

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Yuta's eyes shoot open as a gasp leaves his lips. He immediately throws his blanket off his body, feeling a wave of heat suffocate him. He sits up, burying his rosey face into his hands.

It was the third night in a row that he had a heated dream about you. He knew it was impossible for you to reciprocate his feelings, but he still felt horrible for dreaming about you like that. Even if some of his dreams weren't as heated as last night's, he still felt as if he was…violating you.

Yuta has been too scared to openly admit his feelings for you and felt it was much safer to maintain your current friendship. It has been more difficult lately for Yuta to not stutter and keep his heart from leaping out of his chest. 

So, in order to keep his feelings hidden, he decided to avoid you. It was terrible, but his feelings were becoming hard to control. Especially since he can't seem to get you off his mind.

He thought he was being discreet, but turns out that the rest of his friends had noticed.

Especially you.

He was on his way to help Inumaki water the garden, but was stopped by you. You seemed concerned, but Yuta's too busy trying to find a way to escape from you. His heart was pounding again and he felt like he couldn't produce proper sentences. How could he even be of help to you?

"H-hi, Yuta-kun." You briefly looked at him before directing your gaze downwards. "I was wonderin-" 

"I...I gotta go! I forgot something!" Yuta turns around quickly to take shelter in his room. Before he gets too far, his path is blocked again, but this time by Maki and Panda.

"Oh? Where do you think you're going?" Maki slams the end of her spear on the floor with a hard stare. Panda is behind her, arms outstretched to further obstruct his way.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Ikura." Inumaki joins the conversation, coming up from behind you.

"I'm-I'm not avoiding her! I just have a lot of things to do."

"Idiot! You think we're stupid?" Maki smacks Yuta on the back of the head. "We all know that's not the case. Now, hurry up and explain yourself."

Yuta feels the end of her staff push him towards you. Maki hates seeing you upset and all this conflict could be resolved if only Yuta wasn't so scared to talk to you. But she knew it also fell on you as well. You both were too frightened to address the issue so the three of them decided to initiate an intervention.

"Hurry up!" You hear Maki yell at you both after a moment of awkward silence.

"Ummm..." Yuta didn't know how to begin.

"I...uhh..I.." And neither did you.

More silence settles and Inumaki lets out a loud sigh. He pushes you a bit closer to Yuta and looks at both of you. When no words are exchanged, he lets out an annoyed grunt and pulls down his collar.

"Speak."

You both feel a quick jolt down your back and suddenly the first thing that comes to your minds starts pouring out.

"Do you hate me?"

"I love you!"

You didn't mean for your question to come out like that, but you ended up receiving the answer anyway.

"I could never hate you! It's the opposite!" Yuta says in a panicked tone, not intending for his actions to reflect in that way. He immediately holds both your hands, closing the space even more between you both as he starts to properly express his feelings.

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A sigh leaves Megumi's lips as he walks around the school campus, being conscious of accidentally bumping into you. He wasn't ready to face you yet, even though he's already admitted to himself how much he likes you.

Initially, he ignored the first two dreams about you, blaming the back to back missions and training sessions you two had together. Then you started invading his mind even when he wasn't asleep. Megumi hated and questioned why he acted differently around you.

The rapid pulse, increased work of breathing, stomach pains, the lack of focus. It took him a while to find out why, but he knew it was time to stop being in denial. Now for the difficult part:

Asking you out.

While he ponders on how to ask you out on a date, he hears a noise that was his least favorite. Megumi recognizes the sound, walking closer to the source. He finds himself outside, seeing you and Itadori sitting on the steps of the front dorm entrance.

You're crying softly into your hands with Itadori laying a comforting arm over your shoulders. The pink haired boy wears a deep frown while attempting to soothe you. Megumi tries to quell the jealous pang in his heart, knowing it wasn't appropriate to question why Sukuna's vessel was so damn close to you. He puts his rational thinking first and goes to investigate the cause of your distress. Itadori is then alerted by approaching footsteps and his eyes make contact with Megumi's blue ones.

"You're so mean, Megumi!" Yuji shouts suddenly, shooting the dark haired boy a glare.

"Hah?" Megumi responds with a confused look.

"Why aren't you being nice to __(y/n)?"

"Itadori, it's okay." You say softly, gently tugging on his sleeve as you feel him leave your side to stand up.

"What are you talking about?" Megumi steps closer to the two of you.

"I heard you've been ignoring __(y/n). You've been avoiding her for a couple weeks now. Don't you see that you're hurting her?"

"It-it's not on purpose! My intentions weren't meant to hurt her." Megumi lands his gaze on you.

"Then what's the reason? I thought you liked her?" Yuji noticed the way Megumi would react to you whenever you were near him. He's caught him blushing and stuttering more around you than with anyone else.

"You like me?" You stood up slowly, staring at your secret crush with wide __(e/c) eyes.

"D-don't say such embarrassing stuff." Megumi looks away, trying to hide his red face in his uniform collar. He wanted to clear this misunderstanding, but not in front of Itadori. He felt like it should be private, with just you and him.

“How could you say that admitting you like ___(y/n) is embarrassing?” Itadori stands tall, pointing a thumb to his chest with determination in his eyes.

“If you don’t want to be her boyfriend, then I will!”

Bonus

"Ah, just the three I wanted!"  You see your white haired teacher wave as he walks towards your small group, interrupting Itadori’s proclamation.

"Sensei? What's up? Thought it was our day off today?" Itadori directs his attention to their quirky teacher.

"Well, yes and no. You have a new mission."

"Me? Okay, sure. What is it?"

"All three of you." Gojo corrects his pink haired student. "And you leave tonight."

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Author's Note: I wonder if I should make a Megumi x Reader x Itadori love triangle thingy? >.>  

[yukittywrites]

Just Let Me Whisper in Your Ear~

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warnings: dom reader and sub yuta, toys (vibrators), face slapping (once), cock slapping (once), degradation, overstimulation and masochism

word count: 2.9k Read the full story (12.7k) here!

a/n: do you KNOW how hard it is to remove two more people from a scene and turn bxb into y/n all simultaneously and add in the world-building from a 13k story all at once??? you guys are so lucky i do this for you! reader is gender neutral, no mentions of your genitals/race/majorly identifying features. it is implied that you and 127 are in a giant poly relationship but it's not really plot necessary!

Yuta has been a little bitch as of recent, a teasing mess who has been pretending that he's the hardest dom ever, when both you and the entirety of the 127 members know that Yuta hardly doms at all.

Sure, perhaps when he's in a particular mood he'll dom, and it's true that he's pretty mean about it—you're never on the receiving end of it, but you've watched him with some of the other members and he's definitely a hard dom—but he's far more of a sub leaning switch than anything else.

So it's obviously laughable that he's been posturing like he has, but you have no tolerance for the obnoxious way he's been doing it.

The rest of NCT may let him get away with it, after all, he'd eventually give up when he decides he wants to get railed within an inch of his life.

So, it's no matter when you drag him away and throw him into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him and shoving your lips against his.

Yuta kisses back eagerly, desperately, because that's what he is. Beneath grandeur, he's a desperate slut, eager to please, filled with dirty kinks and desire to be fucked.

"Strip and get on the bed, slut." You hiss, no tolerance, because you've had plenty up until this point.

Yuta's grin glints with mischievousness. "Make me."

"Ah, careful slut, you don't know what you're getting into." 

Yuta giggles, "Hmm, are you sure?"

In fact, you were sure, and you were right, because Yuta is now two orgasms in with the promise of more on the way, absolutely incapable of understanding whatever was said.

Well, blame his own little dirty kinks.

He loves the idea of being spoken to entirely in English, finds the language incredibly sexy and always prefers when you use it while you fuck him, even if at times he barely understands it.

He certainly doesn't understand much of it now, his brain leaking out of his ears and coated in arousal with each orgasm he's lost to. He's been in Japan as of recent and so he's been refreshed in his native language, of course with still good Korean.

His English did not benefit from this stint, and so honestly, anything past the word "colour" is lost on him. He, however, doesn't want to admit it out loud and make you go back to speaking Korean, not when English was so much sexier, even unintelligible to him.

"What do I do with a bitch like you?" You ask rhetorically. 

"You're such a whore that you'd let all of NCT fuck you at once, and it still wouldn't be enough for you. You're nothing more than a kinky little slut for all of us to use whenever you decide you want to be fucked stupid. You could never get enough of our dicks, even if we kept you on one at every moment of the day."

Yuta just shudders, hips rolling on the bed.

"I'm going to make you cum so many times you plead with me to stop, Yuta." You tell him, purposefully saying it in Korean just so that Yuta can moan again at the words, just so he can fully understand.

And he does, and he swears that you are intent on murdering him in cold blood during sex.

You could talk to him dirty for an hour and without even touching his dick once—in English or Korean—and Yuta could cum from it, he knows it, and you do too. Hell, you've tried it with minimal stimulation before and Yuta did cum.

You are just like the rest of the doms, using all the clues you have about Yuta and the way his body works to make him lose his mind with need, and it was fucking working.

You've made him cum from your fingers twice, once opening him up and another by simply finger-fucking him and shoving a vibrator in him, which has sat idly in him until now, until your hand ghosts back over the remote control while Yuta is distracted, and you finally touch that little power button.

Suddenly Yuta's body was racked with vibrations.

Though the pattern was lower than anything it's usually set on, with the added overstimulation of two orgasms behind him, it feels so much more intense even at a lesser volume. 

Yuta's limbs twitch, jerking in your loose hold of him, a high whimper slipping from his throat. He knew even though it'd only been seconds with the vibrations going that he probably wouldn't last long—maybe not even through whatever you were intending to do with him.

"Ngh~ fuck, gah—" he chokes, and he was rapidly realising that his vocabulary was incredibly limited in Korean; he needed to use too much thought to formulate a sentence of coherence.

"Yeah, it's a lot, isn't it?" You coo, and Yuta may not really understand what was said, but he knows that you're pretending to seem sympathetic from just the tone used. 

You may have a soft dom side that you show to your other subs; he's pretty sure that Mark is on the receiving end of it quite frequently, but that type of care is never reserved for Yuta.

No, whenever you dom Yuta it's with cruel words and even crueller actions, not with soft praises blending with mild degradation and soft demands. 

When you were with Yuta, you both preferred it to be mean, to leave Yuta completely satiated by ripping out all of his stress in tears and sore throats. 

Yuta knows your tone is fake and it's only confirmed to him when he feels a sharp slap against his cheek. 

The burn leaves Yuta feeling heady with whiplash, a brutal moan getting forced out of him as though he'd been punched, shame swirling around in his stomach for enjoying something as dirty as being slapped in bed. 

"Fuck, Fuck, Yuta you're so hot, you're so fucking pretty." You gasp, slipping out of your persona, only for a mere moment, your voice displaying the pure want that you keep hidden for the scene.

Yuta's moaning too at the words as though it was himself in awe.

Yuta lolls his tongue out, you're almost sure that it's subconscious, that he doesn't even realise it, but you're simultaneously focused on the way his abs tense and release every few seconds, the way Yuta's legs keep rustling on the sheets as the vibrator goes to town on him. 

You are staring, eyes lidded at the sight of him, and you mess with the vibration movement to change it to a setting that feels more like Yuta is getting fucked, rather than  just a simple vibration, and now Yuta is openly sobbing.

He cries out again, "please, please, please!" and he's not sure if he's pleading for you to keep going, to stop or to cum, but he's past the point of really thinking how to say more. 

He doesn't need to, because you fully understand what he wants.

"What a little slut, you want to cum that bad do you? I knew you were desperate but you always seem to surprise me with how much you'd willingly debase yourself just for dick."

You actually slap his cock. Not nearly as hard as you did his face, since the skin is so much more sensitive there, but it makes Yuta scream.

The pain contrasts so harshly with every other feeling rushing through his body and it's overwhelming, as Yuta begins to break again.

He feels as though he could cum at any moment, humiliating because it can't have been that long since his last orgasm before the vibrator started, but he can't control himself anymore.

Yuta's entire body really is shaking now, unable to contain his pleasure when he feels so good, so wanted; making you so aroused and being the reason why you're so flushed, even with the dom persona alongside it. Not to mention the tone of voice you have and the words that he can barely process, all of which are adding up to be an incredibly intense experience. 

You do what Yuta does frequently (if only because he knows how sexy it is in general, but also because all of 127 get off so much on the idea of cum eating, which is something else entirely) and drag your hand through his previous release that was coated on his stomach, with one hand you pry open Yuta's mouth and with the other you gather up the cum on Yuta's abs, shoving your fingers deep into his open mouth.

Yuta's eyes are rolling in his skull, tongue swirling around your long fingers, and when you start to fuck them deep into his mouth, into his throat, it once again feels like Yuta's last straw. 

His borderline screaming moans don't sound like anything, not Japanese or Korean around the fingers inside of his mouth and he's not even sure what they would be even unobstructed. He actually feels as though his orgasm is bordering on more painful than pleasurous as he body twists on the bed. He hasn't managed to leave your reach but it feels as though his limbs have all left his control as he cums so hard it hits his neck and chin.

The vibrator cuts off and Yuta looks up to see your chest heaving and you staring as though you want nothing more than to take him and fuck him stupid. 

He opens his mouth to say anything, whether it be smart or not, but nothing comes out as he goes to express himself in Korean. 

He tries to think of what he was trying to say but his brain feels coated in syrup and his tongue feels as heavy as lead in his mouth. 

You speak for him, however. 

"Good slut. You're almost done, but you can take a little more, can't you?" You asks, but it's English and all Yuta can do is stare at you with dumb eyes, empty of recognition. 

You tsk, "Poor slut, you really don't have a brain of your own. That's okay, it's a good thing you don't have to think, all good little whores have to do is open their legs whenever they're needed."

You say it in Korean, and Yuta can barely understand that, but the utterly broken moan that falls from his lips is worth breaking the English rule established. 

"Give me a colour, Yuta. Can you take one more?" You ask. 

"Green!" the sub squeals, and you groan lowly in response before replying with, "I need it in Korean, Yu." Genuine softness comes from the tone for the first time since their scene began and it makes Yuta realise that he'd said his answer in Japanese. 

Korean, because you don't speak Japanese, but Korean is your second language, and you have to make sure that he's okay still.

"Green." Yuta replies, accent poor and word slurred but (barely) comprehensible nonetheless and you press a light kiss to his cheek before falling into character again. 

"Remember, you said you could take one more."

This time, Yuta is as prepared as he could be for the vibrator to start up again, and braced himself accordingly.

It still didn't feel like enough, and Yuta was almost sure that nothing he did to prepare could've been.

"Oh! Uhnng~ Shit— ah!" It spilled out as gibberish, moans as his hips bucked.

One more orgasm felt so easy and yet so difficult to him, his cock felt absolutely spent and he was really overwhelmed by his arousal even after having cum so many times. He felt like his body was really at his limit but if you wanted him to do more, then he would.

He would be a good boy. He wanted it more than anything. 

"That's it, Yuta. Focus on the feeling of that little toy inside you, I bet it feels good. It will never be as good as I would be, my body splitting you open and fucking you in every position I could think of, but I know it feels good and I know it can make you scream." 

Yuta's not listening anymore, how can he be when he can barely even think. 

His poor body is really at it's limit, his hips uncontrollably twisting in the air as if he could escape the assault on his prostate, his throat forcing out moans so high they might as well use them for the background high adlibs in one of their songs. 

Yuta isn't going to last more than four minutes at the maximum and it's evident from the way he keeps fisting the sheets and convulsing.

He's trying too hard to not cum in seconds flat to think about what you are doing on top of him—though, if he should know anything from hooking up with you, it should be to never let you catch him off guard—that the feeling of lube dripping over top of his semi-hard erection makes him jolt in shock.

Why are you pouring lube on him? You can't surely expect Yuta to stay hard enough to fuck anybody and he can't take much more than what he's at right now. 

"Yuta, can't wait to watch you wail and beg me to stop." 

You are simply speaking Korean now, seemingly discovering that English was a lost cause when Korean itself poses the same difficulty that English did for him at the beginning of their scene. 

Yuta can't process what was said before he hears a louder buzzing, and he can't process the sound before he feels a bullet vibrator touching his shaft. 

And boy, does Yuta scream.

It's louder than any of them have ever made him before, a combination of shock and finally reaching a point beyond overstimulation really forcing it out. 

"Y/n! Stop, fuck— I can't— AH!" Yuta babbles, finally in Japanese and even still unable to formulate a proper sentence. 

You start to drag the bullet up and down, and Yuta really feels like he's losing his mind. 

His body is fully convulsing now, hysterical sobs and his hands flailing around as though he was in search for his already flying body. 

"Pretty." Is all you have to say, drinking in the sight of Yuta so far gone by your hands—by all of your collective efforts on him.

"Y/n! Stop, stop, too much! Too much, god— can't take it, please!" Yuta wails, his head flopping from side to side, fragments of Japanese that he can't manage to fully get out constantly spilling from his mouth. 

Yuta can't bite back a single one of his noises, stop one of his movements, his body has entirely left his control. 

"So good! It's too much— fuck, God!"

Yuta no longer can focus on anything at all, even you. All he can feel is the two vibrators brutally going against him, just his body and the feelings against it.

The bullet shifts, moving from his shaft to press against his cockhead and the moment it does, Yuta feels whatever rubber band inside of him snap.

"Gonna cum—Y/n, I'm cumming! Cumming! Fuck, fu-ck!"

Each word is a scream, and even after he wails out that final fuck, his mouth still hangs open in an unintelligible scream. Yuta's body writhes against the sheets so violently that you lose control of him, his body twisting in what feels like hundreds of different directions. His back arches so hard it looks as though it is about to snap in the middle and then he twists all the way over until he's flipped from his back to the bed to his stomach. 

Yuta's brown irises aren't even visible, fully white with pleasure and Yuta is the pinnacle of someone who is entirely lost to their orgasm, consumed by it fully and overwhelmed entirely. 

Yuta's orgasm goes on for what must be at least a minute, and you are nothing more than enraptured by the sight even after all you can see is Yuta's unblemished back.

Yuta screams, his cock shooting white all over his stomach and chest, few drops even hitting his neck, and he shakes until the end of his orgasm, when he goes entirely limp.

Yuta remains unmoving on the bed after his orgasm has passed through and you have the mind to roll him back over into his back and check to see if he passed out.

Yuta hadn't, however. He was still awake, though staring at the ceiling and reeling from what he just experienced. 

You felt a little bit of relief at that, grateful to see that Yuta was still awake, even entirely distant, and you crawl onto the bed beside Yuta, ignoring the mess—you're definitely laying on Yuta's cum right now—to hold Yuta in your arms and begin the physical touch portion of the aftercare process.

Mark says something about getting some towels, water and some energy bars for them, and with that slips out of the room.

"I love you, Yuyu." you say, pressing a kiss to Yuta's lips that's barely reciprocated because he's so tired he's borderline asleep curled up against you.

"You're such a good boy, so perfect for me, so pretty." You murmur, raking your hands through his hair.

He hums, gravelly, and buries his head in your hair.

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