#yuta imagine

[epinebleue]

bad at love (m) | nakamoto yuta

Yuta has got morals, of course. He knows that stealing is wrong and that one should help others in times of need. In his defense, he didn’t know you had a boyfriend before having sex with you. Therefore, he hasn’t done anything wrong and he’s not a bad person. Calling you up on Sunday morning does make him a bad person, though.

pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader (female)

genre: cheating!au, mature, angst.

warnings: cheating, explicit sexual context.

who do you love (taeyong’s pov) (coming soon)

The first time Yuta sees you, he’s at a party hosted by a friend of a friend of a friend, a guy he has never met. 

The house’s full of drunk and high strangers unable to hold a proper conversation. Not that he wants to talk, anyway. Yuta leans more toward the introverted side. He prefers to sit back and observe, scanning the room until his orbs fall on you. 

There are five other girls around you, yet you’re the one who catches his attention. Your pink velvet dress is so short that it slides up whenever you move, exposing your thighs a little more each time, and although he knows he should stop looking, he can’t. 

You’re just so freaking attractive. 

“Hey, creep.” His friend, Taeil, says, handing him a cold beer. Yuta doesn’t know whether to drink it or press it to his hot cheeks. “You can go and talk to her instead of staring, you know?” 

“She’s surrounded by an army of girls.” Yuta brings the bottle to his lips. “I don’t stand a chance.” 

“You don’t stand a chance sitting here, that I’m sure of.” 

The conversation ends there. He keeps on drinking until his bladder can’t take it anymore. To go to the bathroom upstairs, he has to walk past your group, something that intimidates him. A second later, he realizes how stupid that sounds. What is this, high school? He’s an adult, and he can go to the bathroom just fine. 

His friends nod when Yuta tells them he’s leaving, even if he’s sure that they haven’t heard a thing. The music is loud enough to drown his words. 

It takes great effort to not look at you on his way to the stairs, but Yuta’s weak, so he gives you a quick look. Shockingly, he catches you doing the same. It lasted a second, but you’ve looked at him. He breaks out in a cold sweat. 

Oh God, you have noticed him. You know he exists. 

He climbs the steps two by two, closing the bathroom door once he’s inside. He empties his bladder for a good minute, then flushes the toilet when he’s done. He walks over to the sink, pressing the pump of the liquid soap twice. 

It smells like apples and makes him wonder what you smell like. For some reason, he thinks you smell of flowers. Or maybe something fruity, like peaches. 

He’s about to dry his hands with the towel below the sink when the door suddenly opens, making him jump. Yuta can’t believe his eyes when you burst into the room, holding your purse with one hand and the door’s handle with the other. 

“Sorry, this is the only bathroom in the whole house. Can you believe it?” You say, your voice sweet as honey, closing behind you. “Keep doing your thing, I just need a retouch.” 

The click of your high heels against the floor tiles as you walk to stand next to him ricochets in the walls of his mind. It takes him a moment to realize he’s looking at you without blinking. 

Taeil’s right, he’s a creep. 

Yuta reaches for the towel even though his hands are almost dry. He just wants an excuse to be near you for a little longer. From the corner of his eye, he watches you grab different containers from your purse. You brush your eyebrows and apply mascara. 

Then, you stop and make eye contact with him through the mirror in front of you. 

“You’re staring.” 

Your words snap him out of his gawking. 

“Huh?” 

“You’re staring.” 

You repeat, slower this time.  

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He leaves the towel on the rack and turns, mortified. 

“It’s fine, you’ve been doing it the whole night.” Your words freeze him in place. 

Fuck, he’s so pathetic. 

“I’m sorry.” He repeats. 

“Stop saying that, I’m not mad.” You point out, closing the zipper of your purse and turning around, leaning on the sink. “Do you think I’m hot?” 

It would be rude to say no, and a lie. But, you’ll think he’s a stalker if he says yes. There’s simply no right answer. He looks into your eyes, which are filled with satisfaction. 

You’re getting off on his suffering.  

“Why would you ask that?” He questions, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his jeans. 

“I think you’re hot.” You reply. Yuta doesn’t know what to do or say anymore. His breath hitches when you take a step forward, then another, and another one until you’re pressing your body against his. Turns out you smell of vanilla. “And I like your tattoo.” 

Placing his hands on your lower back seems just right, so he does it. You round his neck with your arms, and Yuta thinks he might be dreaming when you start kissing him. Your tongue tastes like whisky, but it doesn’t bother him. The flavor is as intoxicating as you. 

With your body, you guide him through the bathroom. The back of his knees touch the toilet and your hands fall on his shoulders, forcing him to break the kiss as you push him down, making him sit on the closed lid. You sit on his boner, and Yuta’s about to faint. 

The hem of your dress hikes up, allowing Yuta to glance at your thighs more closely. He can’t help but touch them, stroking the exposed skin, getting lost in how smooth and warm it is. 

He sighs at the feeling of your lips against his neck, a moan getting stuck in his throat. There’s a silent command in your hands rushing to undo his pants. Yuta’s quick to hook his thumbs on the waistband, pulling down both his jeans and boxers as you stand for a second, leaving him space. 

He thought that the feeling of your core against his hard crotch was amazing, but now that the barrier is thinner, he might simply combust. 

Your sneaky hand closes around his hard dick. Yuta moans against your mouth, looking for your tongue in the dark, biting it as you start moving your hand up and down, using his precum as lube, taking your time to reach the tip, then going back down. It’s torture, a delicious torture. 

Yuta leans his head against the cold surface of the wall, mouth wide open in an attempt to catch a breath. He closes his eyes shut, lost in the pleasure offered by the kind stranger sitting on his lap. 

It hits him then that he doesn’t even know your name. 

Yuta opens his eyes and tries to talk, but you’re quicker. 

“Have you got a condom?” 

He rushes to grab his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans, fishing for the spare condom he always carries around. It’s not often that he finds himself in a bathroom with a stranger, but he likes to be prepared. 

Yuta opens the package and proceeds to unroll the condom down his length with eager hands. He wants to ask if you need help, but the question dies in his throat the moment you lift your hips, aligning his dick with your entrance, your free hand holding your green lacy underwear to the side. 

He holds on to your waist for dear life as you lower down on him, the feeling enough to make you both moan at the same time. 

Yuta has had sex before, but it has never felt this good. 

You start slow, rocking your hips back and forth at a steady pace. He holds you down whenever he can, trying to reach further into you, to hit a point that will have you melting in his arms. 

He forces himself to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss anything: how you frown, how you lick your lips. 

You’re the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. You’re the most beautiful thing to have ever existed. 

There’s a sudden change in the pace that causes him to dig his fingers into your sides as you move your hips roughly. Yuta wishes he could just throw you to the ground and pound into you like a madman. 

He’s close, he’s so fucking close, and yet he doesn’t want this finish. He wants to have you over and over until the end of his days. But your chest is starting to shake and so are your legs, and he’s starting to feel your velvet walls tighten around him. 

It only takes a few more thrusts to have you coming all over him, Yuta following closely. It feels like heaven. Heaven is this bathroom and you’re an angel. 

You press your forehead against his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. Yuta wishes you could stay like this forever, but, carefully, you stand up, and Yuta has no choice. He stands up, too, lifting his underwear and pants at the same time. 

He still doesn’t know your name. 

The chance to ask slips through his fingers, because your phone rings the very moment he opens his mouth. 

“Hey… Yeah, I’m still at the party. I think I’m going to leave, though, I’m pretty tired…” 

Yuta stands there, not sure of what to do. Should he leave? That would be rude. At the same time, isn’t it rude to listen to other people’s conversations? 

He’s not leaving, he wants to know your name. He decides he will fix his hair in the meantime, combing it with his fingers in an attempt to look decent when he goes back with his friends. 

“No, don’t worry, Nahyun will take me home… Okay, baby, sleep well.” 

Wait, baby? 

“I love you.” You hang up, shoving the device inside your purse. “Sorry, my boyfriend wanted to know if I could get home okay.” 

Yuta takes a while to react. He turns around, visibly shocked. 

“Boyfriend?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Boyfriend as in… partner.” 

“Yes, as a partner.” You place a hand on your hip while Yuta looks for any trace of deceit on your face. He doesn’t find any. “What?” 

“We just had sex.” 

“We did.” 

“And you have a boyfriend?” 

“Are you deaf?” He can’t believe it, you’re actually irritated! “Yes, I’m dating someone.” 

How has his angel turned into a devil so quickly? What are you going to do now? Rip his heart out and devour it in front of his dead body? 

“Why would you have sex with me if you have a boyfriend? What if he finds out?” 

“Are you going to tell him?” 

“Obviously not, but-” 

“Then what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Give me your phone.” Yuta doubts for a second, unaware of where he stands in this whole mess. In the end, he complies. He watches you type something before giving his phone back. Your name shines on the screen, your number below it. “This was fun. If you ever want to repeat it, I’m one ring away.” 

You walk past him, brushing his shoulder on your way out, your smell slightly changed. 

Not only do you smell of vanilla, but of his perfume, too.

He spends the following day locked in his apartment, thinking. 

Yuta has got morals, of course. He knows that stealing is wrong and that one should help others in times of need. In his defense, he didn’t know you had a boyfriend before having sex with you. Therefore, he hasn’t done anything wrong and he's not a bad person.

Calling you up on Sunday morning does make him a bad person, though.

You knock on his door hours later, all smiley. 

Yuta feels like he should show you his apartment, and you play along by asking about certain items scattered around. 

You sit on the edge of the bed when you reach his bedroom, the ghost of a smirk in your mouth and a sparkle in your eyes. 

Yuta wants this time to be different, to be slow. You’re a goddess, and he’ll worship you like you deserve.  

You attempt to grab the belt loop of his jeans, but Yuta pushes your hand away, leaning down to kiss you. A day and a half has passed since he tasted those lips, but it feels like years somehow. 

The longing he has for you is out of this world. 

As he forces you to lie down and settles in the spot between your legs, Yuta starts kissing your neck. Your fingers play with his hair, goosebumps appear all over your body. 

His lips move down, reaching your collarbone. He bites the skin, gently, even if the only thing he wants is to mark you. It makes your back arch, pressing your chests together, and Yuta wonders if you can feel how fast his heart is beating. 

Yuta reaches behind his back to take his T-shirt off and you mirror his actions, your lack of bra taking him by surprise. He hovers over your body again, tongue falling flat against a bud. Even his favorite song is nothing compared to the moans you’re letting out. Your pretty lips are parted, red and swollen from all the kissing, the biting. To kiss you becomes a need. 

His hand travels from your hips to your underwear, which is damp where it meets your core. When Yuta trespasses the barrier, he’s amazed by the fact that you’re this wet just from kissing. You gasp as he gently touches your already sensitive folds. 

You beg him to do something, anything. 

So, he pulls one in. You’re a mess underneath him, asking him for more when he hasn’t even started moving. But he listens, adding two more fingers and pumping them in and out, finding satisfaction in your voice filling his room. 

Being able to touch you isn’t enough. He needs to taste you, too. 

Yuta slides down the mattress, the movement of his fingers never ceasing. His tongue falls flat against your folds, licking up and closing his mouth around your clit. You curse, a hand closing in a fist around his hair, the action fueling his need. 

You attempt to close your legs the faster he licks, the further his fingers reach, but you won’t find him complaining. Your feet fall flat against the mattress, and your hips move up, looking for more contact, looking for more anything. 

“Shit, Yuta, yes.” You can already feel the knot in your stomach growing tighter. “Don’t stop, baby, I’m close.” 

Yuta keeps going, his wrist on fire, his mouth closed around your clit, sucking and licking until you’re a mess under him, a loud moan ripping up your throat. 

The boy stands up to take his bottoms off and grabs a condom from the bedside table that he opens and unrolls on his way to bed. 

You’re on him the moment he’s back, tasting yourself when you kiss him, begging him to fuck you into the mattress. You know Yuta can’t say no to you. 

He stands on his knees, grabbing the back of your knees and pulling you in, watching you squirm in excitement as he slides into you. He moves right away, hoping you’ll adjust to his size eventually, because he loves watching your vagina swallow his dick. 

You’re just as fucked up as he is, he notices when you pull him in, wanting to have him as close to you as possible. Your breath hits his mouth whenever he gives a rough thrust, and you bite his lower lip until blood comes out. 

Yuta kneels again, pressing his hand to your belly to keep you in place, then starts pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow, trying to seize the moment as much as he can. He gets lost in the way his name spills from your mouth, in the way you try to follow his lead, looking for more.   

The view is enough to send him over the edge, his pace becoming erratic and messy, his sole purpose being to make you reach a second orgasm before he finishes. You clench around him and close your eyes, seeing colorful sparks as the knot in your stomach explodes. 

Yuta follows closely, his dick prisoner of your tight walls. He falls forward, so not ready to let you go. 

You leave, but at least you promise to come back for more.

There are two unspoken rules when it comes to your weird relationship. 

Number one, Yuta can’t catch feelings. 

Number two, you don’t speak of Taeyong, your boyfriend. 

He was happy with fucking around twice a week if he was lucky, and he sure as hell didn’t want to hear about that other man. Yuta thought it would be easy. 

At least, at first. 

Perhaps it was the guilt starting to weigh up on him, or maybe he was just bitter after seeing all those pictures on your Instagram feed beside him. 

Taeyong’s handsome, Yuta’s not going to lie. He seems cool and laid back. Yuta wonders what you think he’s missing, and at the same time takes pride in that whatever Taeyong is missing, he can provide. 

But if he can provide, why won’t you stay? 

He breaks the second rule on a Tuesday evening. Taeyong is out of town and you have decided to stay for the night. Yuta is so glad because that means sleeping with you after sex. It makes this whole thing feel more intimate, and real. 

Maybe he’s breaking the first rule, too. 

“Do you love him?” 

Yuta expects you to storm out of the room in the blink of an eye, coming at his throat because he dared to ask such a thing. You don’t. 

“I do.” 

Somehow, your answer sinks his heart further. 

“Are you happy?” 

“Do you think I’m not?” 

“You’re having sex with other people behind his back.” 

“Sex is purely physical.” You say, starting to get defensive. “What Taeyong and I have is on another level.” 

Yuta answers before he can even think of the consequences. 

“Bullshit.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“That’s complete bullshit.” 

“Drop it, Yuta, I’m not having this conversation with you.” You get up, grabbing your underwear and pants from the floor and putting them on. “I thought I had made it clear.” 

“I have the right to ask.” He fights back, rushing to put on his underwear, too. His tone grows harsher the more he speaks. “It’s me you’re cheating with. I’m the fucking third wheel in this fucked up game!” 

You look at him as if you’ve just had an epiphany. Or maybe you’re acting. It wouldn’t surprise him at all. You can’t keep playing dumb now that he has admitted his true feelings out loud. 

“Is that why you’re pressed?” You’re wearing his T-shirt, but he doesn’t say a word about it. He has the feeling that it’ll be the only thing tying you to him after this. “Yuta, are you in love with me?” 

His silence is enough to answer your question. He just stands there, looking miserable. 

“We talked about this.” 

“I know, I fucking know!” 

“Look, the sex is amazing.” You start, and he already can tell how this conversation is going to end. “But it’s not enough. Yuta, we don’t even know each other.” 

“We could.” 

God, he must sound pathetic. 

“Yuta, I don’t want to know you.” He doesn’t dare to look at your face. “I have no intention of leaving Taeyong. You should know that already.” 

You grab your sneakers from under his bed and walk out of the room. Yuta finally breathes out the moment he hears the front door close. 

Yuta knew he would see you again. His friends and you moved in similar circles, after all. What he didn’t expect was finding you on your boyfriend’s lap, laughing about something he’s sure it’s not that funny. 

Taeyong’s even more handsome in person. He’s wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans, and his green hair shines under the kaleidoscopic lights of the club. Fuck, he hates the guy. He hates how bubbly you seem around him. He hates that you can display your affection for him in public. 

It makes his blood boil, fantasizes with the idea of going over there and telling Taeyong everything, hopefully ruining your relationship. 

He watches you peck Taeyong’s lips before standing up and making your way toward the bathroom. He waits a few seconds, then follows your steps. 

No one’s in the corridor, so he grabs your arm and shoves you inside the narrow space. It’s awfully lit, yet enough to catch the surprise in your face. He quickly locks the door. 

“Yuta! What the fuck?” Your hand is pressed against your chest, which falls as you let out a sigh. “You almost gave me a heart attack.” 

“What are you doing here?” He sounds so angry that even he’s surprised. “What are you doing here with him?” 

“What am I doing here with my boyfriend, you mean?” 

“You knew I was coming here.” He points a finger at you, the venom in his system begging to come out. “You knew, that’s why you brought him. Are you trying to make me jealous?” 

You scoff, smiling sideways. You can’t believe his words. 

“Are you hearing yourself?” You lean against the bathroom’s wall. “Do you really think I want to hurt you that badly? See what I meant when I said that you don’t know me? This is exactly why we can’t keep this thing going.” 

Your words make him come to his senses for a few seconds. He growls, kicking the metal bin in the corner. It makes you jump in surprise. 

“What the fuck are you?” He asks, turning around. You simply raise an eyebrow. “What have you done to me? You’ve driven me fucking crazy!” 

“Don’t blame me for your jealousy!” You snap, taking a step forward. “It’s not my fault you’re delusional.” 

“Is that so?” Yuta closes the distance between your bodies. You look up, holding his gaze. “Am I being delusional?” 

“Yes, you are. So don’t blame me. Accept we’re over and move on.” 

He pushes you against the wall, his hot breath hitting your breath. It awakens something in you, he can tell by the way you look at him. He presses his body against yours, his hand sneaking under your dress. 

You don’t fight it when he moves the thin fabric of your underwear to the side, collecting your juices with his middle finger. 

The action makes you shiver. 

“Tell me this is over again.” 

“If you’re going to fuck me, do it already.” 

Yuta has never kissed you like this, so violently. His mouth crashes against yours, and his teeth scratch your lips, but there’s pleasure in the pain. You’ve never seen him angry before, and you must admit that it turns you on. 

Before you can register what’s happening, Yuta grabs you by your arms and takes you away from the wall, turning you around to place you in front of the bathroom sink, facing the mirror. 

Behind you, Yuta lifts your dress enough to expose your ass. He touches you from behind, making you arch your back only for him to grab your neck and push you forward, keeping your head low. 

The hand caressing you moves away, and you hear Yuta undoing his belt. Next thing you know, Yuta’s burying himself inside you without warning. You try to fight against the hand holding you down, only to fail. It forces you to press your hands against the mirror, trying to find some sort of support. 

Yuta sets a brutal pace that makes you think he’ll break you in half. You’re pressed against the sink, the edge hurting your abdomen. But you don’t ask him to stop. You don’t want him to stop. 

If you had known that Yuta would react like this upon seeing you beside Taeyong, you would’ve forced an encounter sooner. 

The hand holding your head closes around your hair, grabbing a handful and forcing you to straighten your back. You whine as Yuta presses your back against his chest. 

“What would he say?” He growls in your ear, sucking your earlobe. It makes you moan out loud, close your eyes. “What would Taeyong say if he knew that the love of his life is being fucked stupid in a nasty bathroom?” 

Your lips curve in a wicked smile that makes him shiver. But you don’t answer. 

“You’re a horrible person.” He snaps. “You’re evil.” 

“If I’m so evil,” you manage to say in between whimpers. “Why do you love me so fucking much?” 

Your words cut him like a knife. He has asked himself that same question ever since he met you. He hasn't found an answer yet. 

He finds your eyes in the mirror, reading your face. You're close, and so is he. His movements become erratic, but he doesn’t let go of your hair. 

The rough growl he lets out vibrates through you, his cum filling you up to the brim. You feel it slide down your inner thighs when he pulls out, taking your orgasm away from you. 

You turn around, surprised and offended at equal parts. 

“He can take care of you better than me, can’t he?” He pulls his underwear and pants up. “Let him finish my job. Let him taste me.” 

An ironic chuckle leaves your lips. You arrange your panties and fix your dress. 

“You’re pathetic.” 

Yuta grabs the lock in an attempt to leave, but he can’t bring himself to open the door. 

“Delete my number. I’ll delete yours. If I don’t, I’ll come back. Please, don’t make me come back.” 

You swear you’ve never seen anyone as sad as him. 

“I won’t.” You say, pride taking over your voice. “As far as I’m concerned, you and I have never happened.” 

Yuta nods, finally able to unlock the door, stepping out of the narrow room and into the wide corridor. 

It feels like reaching the surface after being held underwater, being able to breathe after being choked. 

But if he feels so free, why does his chest feel so hollow?

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It's currently way past midnight and Yuta just got in. Usually he would make sure to be home in time for dinner but tonight his schedule held him back. His home was quiet by the time he opened the door, assuming that you were already in bed.

So now he's heating up dinner in the microwave while reading the grocery list you stuck on the fridge door, smiling at the little drawings all around courtesy of your daughter.

He was too engrossed with reading that he didn't notice you coming down the stairs. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you spot your husband smiling at the piece of paper. You also spot the countdown on the microwave about to go off, quickly an quietly you trudge over to turn it off before the count down ends. Yuta having a little scare when he saw you,

"Baby, why are you awake?"

"Your son is kicking my bladder" you tell him, turning to face him and give him a hug. Yuta smiles, kissing the top of your head and hugging you as close as your pregnant tummy would allow him.

"The kids giving you a hard time?"

"Kaori had fun during soccer, she's an active kid. Her coach said she can play for the team next time if she keeps it up. She's only 7 and she's already a protege" you chuckle,

"That's my girl" Yuta says, "How about my boy, you two doing okay?" you feel his hand rest on your bump

"He thinks my inside is the soccer ball, I swear he's kicking in there. Damn you and your genes" you joke.

This made Yuta laugh, leaning down to capture your lips in his. Earlier he was really tired but now it's like he's re-energized. He wish he could spend all day with you and Kaori, but he got to go to work and provide.

It's not like he's being old fashioned and making you stay at home with the kids. Quite the opposite actually. Before you got pregnant with your second, you worked for a big fashion brand.

You were home until Kaori turned 1 then Yuta took the role of being the stay at home dad. And he loved every second of it, he loved being there whenever his little girl needed him.

But now Kaori's 7, your once little baby now a growing girl. The second pregnancy came as a surprise but both of you were very happy about it. This time though you're sick all the time during the first trimester. Then one time during the second trimester your tummy contracted and it gave the two of you slight scare but all is good now. So Yuta made you stay at home for the time being, for your and baby boy's safety.

"You should've woken me up" you tell him when the two of you broke apart

"I can heat my own dinner don't worry about it, you need to rest" he kisses you once more before stepping back to get his dinner from the microwave.

He sits on the bar stool by the kitchen while you pour drinks for the two of you.

"But I missed you, also Kaori was waiting for you she wanted to tell you all about her training today" you tell him, taking the seat beside him. He offers you a bite but you shake your head, not really hungry.

The two of you just talk quitely about how your day went, he cleans up after finishing his dinner while you wait for him.

After he's done he checks all the doors and windows downstairs before going back to you. Taking your hand and leading you upstairs.

"I'll go change and check on Kaori, you go to bed" he tells you.

He changes from his office clothes to his basketball shorts he loves wearing to sleep, leaving the shirt behind. He knows you love to cuddle him shirtless.

Yuta goes and opens his daughter's door, seeing the tuff of dark hair peaking from under the blankets. He smiles, whispering a quiet goodnight before shutting the door and making his way to your bedroom.

You're laying on your side, waiting for him. He shuts the door and the lights before sliding right beside you. Immediately you scoot over so you can hug his arm.

Before you can cuddle him fully, but since your bump is getting bigger and bigger everyday you can't really do that anymore. But he knows you can't sleep without hugging him or having any skin contact so he lets you do whatever you're currently comfortable with.

"Why don't I hug you instead?" he asks, just like he did last night. He already knows the answer but he tries anyways.

"Nooo, then you'll be the big spoon" you grumble. Nuzzling your face on his shoulder while he watches you lovingly.

"Why not? You love it when I'm the big spoon, you love it even better when I-" "Okay I'll stop you there, I like it when I'm not as big as a balloon. But your son is currently growing inside of me so let me be"

He giggles, the man giggles before leaning over to kiss you on the head before setlling back down on the bed.

"Whatever you want, my wife. Now go to sleep" he tells you. He feels you kiss his skin, then you're back to cuddling his arm. In your words that's an I-love-you. After being married for so long he already knows even without the words.

"I love you" he tells you then he's off to dream land too.

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My Roommate Sucks! | Yuta.

Description. Your roommate was weird, but that’s normal. What’s not? The way his room is strictly off limits, the fact that he leaves at three in the morning, and keeps returning covered in blood. (Note: His suspicious hate for garlic) 

Pairings. Yuta Nakamoto x Fem!Reader

Genre.Comedy, Romance, Horror Themes (Vampires)

Warnings. Dark content (Villain Yuta), Smut (Not in this part), Mentions of Death, Fear, Suggestive

Word count. 5.9K

Note: Another NCT fic?! Yup! Please enjoy this one in the spirit of Halloween! :D Feedback is appreciated! 

YOU AND YUTA NAKAMOTO HAD BEEN RENTING THIS APARTMENT FOR THE PAST YEAR. Though you two weren’t particularly close, you knew a good amount about him. Enough to be absolutely certain he is a vampire. 

Though this just prompts Kim Doyoung to just laugh in your face. Clutching his stomach as he leans over. He only stops when he realizes you are in fact, one hundred percent, serious.

“This isn’t funny! Stop laughing.” You stomp, looking away embarrassed. 

“As concerned as I am for your safety,” He pauses to laugh. “I don’t think he’s a vampire.”

“Well explain this then!” You speak, shoving a paper diagram in his face. (Yes you made a diagram, you were quite passionate on the subject) 

It reads as followed.

Reasons Why I Believe I Live With a BloodSucker:

1. He sneaks out at 3 am most days (He thinks I don’t know, but oh, I know)

2. He comes back with red stains everywhere!! (Feeding time)

3. He hates garlic!! 

4. His room is always off limits. (He never even opens the door around me)

Doyoung bursts out laughing once again. “You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious!”  

“These all have explanations.”

“I’m listening.”

“Okay, Yuta is a nurse. He works in a hospital, that means he’s on call. He could be summoned to work at odd hours, like 3 am.”

You shake your head, not buying it for a second. He was always extremely secretive when he left. And he never took his hospital ID with him.

“That also explains the blood on him when he comes back, you don’t know what he deals with at work. Maybe it comes off his scrubs.” Doyoung continues, you remaining unconvinced. “And lots of people don’t like garlic.”

“Yeah but you know who hates it? Vampires!” You muse.

He rolls his eyes and hands your paper back to you. “His room being off limits is normal. I don’t exactly let Taeyong invade my room as he pleases. Maybe the dudes just private about his stuff.” 

“But he’s so weird about it! And he comes into my room all the time to tell me dinners ready and stuff! Like that totally unfair.” 

“Double standards.” Doyoung comments, attention now fully on some video playing on his phone. He always did that when you rambled.

“You’re no help.” You pout. “And now I’m just gonna die at the hands of my supernatural roommate! And you’re going to be at my funeral wishing you had listened to me!”

“If he wanted you dead, don’t you think he would’ve killed you already?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, you are super annoying.” He rolls his eyes. “I would’ve definitely drained you of all life by now.”

You roll your eyes at him, not amused. You don’t know why you expected Doyoung to make any sense anyways.

“What? It’s the only explanation.” He stops suddenly. “Unless he just thinks you’ll taste nasty.”

Scoffing, you turn to point a finger at him. “I think I’d taste great, thank you very much.” 

“Wanna put that to the test?” Your other friend says as he rounds the corner, returning from the bathroom. Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you.

“In your dreams.” Is your response, before beginning to poke fun at the male. “What took you so long, Jungwoo?”

“I was taking a shit.” 

“Gross!” You say, scrunching up your nose. You had suspicions but you’d never expect him to admit it. Though, he was never one to think before he speaks anyways.

“It’s a natural part of the human body!” He defends, looking at you like you’re the crazy one. 

“At least you got to miss another conspiracy.” Doyoung says, nodding towards you. 

This was quite a natural occurrence from you. You shudder at the thought of being convinced that this one cafe worker was a zombie. In your defense, he was sickly pale looking, and he did have a thing for Jungwoo. Which definitely meant he had no taste. He had to be undead to like Kim Jungwoo that much.

“What is it this time? You saw Bigfoot or something?”

“No-” 

“Apparently Yuta’s a vampire.” Doyoung states, cutting you off.

You stare at him, “Doyoung! You can’t just tell everyone! What if he finds out I’m onto him?”

“So you really think he’s a vampire?!”

“I think its a possibility!” 

“Really?” Jungwoo quirks a brow. “Well then hes going to be so confused when you’re the one doing the sucking.”

Launching a pillow at him, you gag. The boys always insinuated you and Yuta had more going on. Though everything was literally as it seemed. It was a purely platonic roommate relationship. Barely ever speaking more than just discussing the bills or that rent had gone up. There was nothing there.

Before Jungwoo can open his big mouth again, you can faintly hear the sound of keys unlocking the door. Signaling that this conversation was now over, shushing them to your room. You quickly grab the paper from earlier and crumple it in your pocket. 

“Hey,” Yuta says as he walks into the living room. “I was going to ask if you were hungry. Wanted to order some food.”

You nod your head in understanding, though you decline his offer. “Jungwoo and Doyoung are over, we were gonna go eat together.”

“Oh they’re here?” He asks, not having seen any sign of them. 

“Yeah, they’re in my room.” 

“Oh okay, well if you need to be picked up or anything, you can call me.”

“Thank you,” You say. About to turn when you start to feel guilty. You seemed to always bail on Yuta like this lately. Usually always heading out to meet the boys when he gets home. It wasn’t on purpose, it just had been busy. 

And the boys were always a much needed relief from a day of your boss yelling at you over a printer that you couldn’t fix. 

You had became close with Doyoung during your school years, you two worked at the library. Being around the same age, you two bonded instantly. Talking about books and such until your hangouts gradually began to happen outside of the library as well. You two had met Jungwoo at a cafe. He was always talking about the latest work gossip and how badly he hated his job. From there, you all just started meeting at the cafe to hangout. Eventually growing into the inseparable friendship you had now. 

But Yuta didn’t seem to really have anyone like that. Opting to spend a good chunk of his time alone at the house when you were out. He had friends over a few times, but you’ve never seen one more than once. Except Mark, the only boy who would ever acknowledge you when he came over. But you hadn't seen even him in a while. Yuta must be really busy.

“Would you maybe wanna join us?” You turn around. “I know work was long and such, so if you just want to stay home, no offense taken.” 

“I don’t want to intrude.” He smiles, you understand the feeling but nonetheless, the boys wouldn't mind him at all. 

“You’re not,” You shake your head. “I promise we’d all love to have you.”

He thinks for a minute, looking down to the floor. And you won’t be surprised if he completely rejects your offer. “Okay, let me go get me coat then.” He agrees, heading towards his room, leaving you in shock. That was new.

Rushing to your room, you tell the boys of Yuta joining you at dinner.

“Yay! Now we can we expand our open relationship.” Jungwoo laughs, wiggling his eyebrows at Doyoung.

“We are not dating, Jungwoo!” Doyoung groans, smacking his palm to his forehead.

Jungwoo always joked about all of you being a throuple, and you’re still not even sure what the origin of the joke was. As far as you knew, none of you had ever been interested in each other. It still didn’t stop him though.

He’s even told a few waiters who pried too far, watching their reactions hilariously. And you had to admit, it was kind of funny at times.

Especially when this creep was hitting on you at a club, and suddenly, you had two boyfriends who were willing to beat his ass.

“None of that nonsense tonight,” Rolling your eyes. “I don’t need Yuta telling his hot friends that I’m stuck in a relationship.”

“His vampire friends?” 

“Shut the hell up.” 

“Oh so when we bring it up, its weird?”

You shoot them both a death stare, “Mention my theory to Yuta and I’ll cut your balls clean off.”

“Yeah but to do that you’d have to look at my dick! And trust me, once you see it-” Jungwoo starts but is interrupted as you start fake strangling him, straddling him on your bed.

“Stop! He probably likes it!” Doyoung laughs, eyes growing big. And Jungwoo, being the little freak he was, probably did. You put nothing past him.

“Would it kill you to be quiet for once!” You speak to the boy beneath you, “You’re so annoying!”

Jungwoo, rolls his eyes, then starts loudly fake moaning. This only feeds into you and Doyoungs theory of him being the freakiest little male alive. 

Then, as if on cue, Yuta enters your room. Looking taken aback at the scene before him, he hurries to head back out, closing the door. “Oh sorry, the door was open so I thought-”

You frantically get off Jungwoo, completely embarrassed that Yuta saw you like this. Doyoung just sits stiffly, hoping to be spared the embarrassment. 

“No no, we weren’t doing anything!” You say, opening the door. Waving your hands and laughing awkwardly. Hoping he didn’t see too much.

“Yeah it’s not what it looks like.” Doyoung says, hoping to ease the tension.

Yuta laughs, about to drop the conversation when Jungwoo speaks up. “Yeah I definitely wasn’t humping your roommate while Doyoung watched.”

You wish you could sew a zipper onto his mouth.

“Jungwoo!”

Though Yuta takes it as a joke, chuckling lightly, “We should head out.”

As you all get up you make sure to slap Jungwoo on the arm, making him wince in pain. Pouting and acting like it wasn’t well deserved.

You all decide to take Doyoung’s car, and he insists that Jungwoo sits in the passengers side. Leaving you and Yuta snug in the back of the tiny car. Which is fine, its not like you mind anyways. He just stares out the window the whole time anyways, barely saying anything. 

The car ride is actually mostly quiet, which is unusual for your friends. Because both of them feel too embarrassed (Doyoung) and unsure (Jungwoo) to say anything.

You all had settled on eating dumplings before hand, prompting you to the best dumpling spot in town, which was a hole-in-the-wall place. Yuta looks unaffected by your choice though, following behind the three of you.

You silently hope for this incredibly awkward energy to dissipate. You all had taken your seats in silence, your two friends pretending to be engrossed with the menu choices, as if you hadn't been here a million times before.

You and Yuta sit next to each other, Jungwoo across from you and Doyoung next to him. But no one says a word to anyone else at the table. 

You realize maybe you should have asked them if it was okay to invite Yuta, you figured it wouldn’t be an issue, but they had barely ever talked to him before. Every time they were over, you would all just stay holed up in your room, and Yuta never went out of his way to talk to them either. This would be their first real time hanging out together.

You shuffle in your seat, thinking of something to say to break the silence. 

But Jungwoo beats you to it. 

“So Yuta, do you know what you want to order?” He asks, and you’re unsure where he’s going with it. “They have amazing chicken and garlic dumplings.”

“Ah,” Yuta starts. “Sound great but I don’t like garlic.”

You widen your eyes at Jungwoo, pleading with him silently to stop. Was he going to do this right now? Doyoung notices your expression, and promptly pinches the male beside him.

“Ouch!” Jungwoo exclaims, rubbing his arm. “What was that for?”

“What was what for?” Doyoung asks, playing dumb. Yuta looks between the two of them, genuinely confused. 

“You idiot, you pinched me!” 

“Quit whining!” You speak up. “Hurry up and figure out what you want to drink! We’re not going to wait here for ten minutes like we did last time.”

Jungwoo narrows his eyes at that, “You’re both bullies.”

The waitress comes and takes your orders swiftly, taking the menus and leaving you four to your own devices.

“So,” Yuta begins, and nothing could prepare you for what he said next. “How long have you all been dating?”

Your heart stops for a second, turning to face him in disbelief. “D-dating?”

“For six months,” Jungwoo winks, not missing a beat. “Her and Doyoung were dating first actually-”

“No! We weren’t, he’s lying.” Doyoung interjects sternly, rolling his eyes.

“Okay I lied, actually Doyoung and I were dating first and then-”

It’s you who cuts him off this time. “None of us are dating, Jungwoo just likes to lie to new people. It’s his thing, he likes to see how far he can get with it.”

Yuta looks confused at the prospect. “Wait so you’re not in a poly relationship?”

“No.” You confirm. “Doyoung can’t take a hint and Jungwoo is a slut who can’t commit. I could never date them, it’d never work out.”

Jungwoo’s jaw drops at the statement, “Me?”

And Doyoung’s eyes widen as well, “That’s not true!”

Yuta finds it all amusing as he hides his laughter in his drink. “Sorry, I overheard Jungwoo one day and just assumed it was true.”

You cringe at the thought, “Jungwoo just likes to say shit.”

“You’re right.” Jungwoo explains, looking over at the other male beside him. “Plus, Doyoung has a stick up his ass anyways, he couldn’t handle us.”

“Yeah okay, fuck you too.”

You all laugh at his comment and you’re all reeled into other conversations. The tension that had remained before being eased, no longer feeling an air of uncomfortably here. You just feel into a rhythm with each other, and you regret that this was the first time you’ve all hung out with Yuta, and you hope it happens again. 

The dumplings arrive and you all get to work, you hadn’t even realized how hungry you were, so you attention is drawn solely to your food. Failing to see how Yuta barely eats anything, consistently scooping and putting down his spoon to create the illusion of it. 

But then again, you fail to notice. 

So do Jungwoo and Doyoung, who are pretty drunk already. Doyoung ranting on about this hot girl at the office who he swears like to tease him. Jungwoo replying to say that Doyoung just has no game, prompting another bickering session between them. You laugh on, pouring you all more alcohol from the bottle sitting on your table. The boys pausing their argument to ask for more. 

You all don’t even register how much you’re drinking, the liquid so smooth it goes down almost like water. And the effects barely catching up to you.

You offer Yuta some and he declines, saying someone needed to drive you all home. You nod and thank him, how generous and kind of him, so sweet. 

It get’s late pretty quickly, and Doyoung suggests you all head back to your place, you just agree, ready to climb into your warm bed with lots of water.

It’s not uncommon for the guys to stay the night, they’ve grown accustom to sleeping on your floor and on the tiny chair in your room, it just worked. 

So Yuta drives you all home, stone cold sober and completely aware he was driving around three trashed people in a car that wasn’t even his at midnight. He prayed he didn’t get pulled over.

You’re all able to make it up to your apartment room, Doyoung and Jungwoo hanging off of each other for stability, you being sober enough to stand upright.

They make a beeline for your room as you enter, you stopping in the kitchen to grab some hangover medicine and bottles of water. 

Yuta stands in the kitchen with you, he found it sweet how much you cared for your friends. It was endearing how you always thought of them too.

“Thanks for tonight Yuta, we had fun.” 

“I can tell.” He laughs, raising his eyebrows at you.

You just sleepily nod and head to your room, closing the door behind you.

-

You’re awoken by a throbbing headache, and Jungwoo’s leg strewn over you. How did he even get on the bed? You were sure he was on the floor. But those thoughts are derailed as you feel Doyoung laying sideways at the end of your bed. His light snores indicating he’s still fast asleep. You sigh.

The last thing you want to do is get up, but as you reach for your phone and see the time, you realize you’ve wasted most of your day. So you contemplate continuing to stay in bed or getting up and trying to make the most of the rest of your Saturday. The latter wins, as you achingly remove the sheets off your body. 

Jungwoo stirs from beside you and groans, which wakes Doyoung as he nearly falls off the bed. Jungwoo steadily fights to open his eyes, clearly hungover.

Standing to stretch, you look at the two boys. “You guys look like shit.”

Doyoung laughs, “Right back at you.”

“Should’ve taken the Advil like I said.” You laugh and go to start the shower in your room, glad that you don’t have to step out into the apartment in this state.

That’s when the boys fumble behind you. Doyoung begrudgingly asks for his keys while Jungwoo hangs off his shoulder, and you shrug. You had no idea what Yuta did with them when you guys got back.

“Go knock on his door.” Jungwoo insists, “I want to get home, I need a shower.”

You roll your eyes as you head out of your room, slowly approaching Yuta’s You knock on the door. Once. Twice. No response. “Yuta! Are you home?” 

And you’re met with silence, he must’ve gone to work, his schedule was pretty unpredictable. But its odd, hes usually here in the morning. Well, maybe he had to trade shifts and he’ll back tonight. 

Though this leaves you with a problem, you have no idea where your friends keys are. And if Yuta’s at work, he won’t be anywhere near his phone.

Heading back into your room, you stand at the door. “He’s not here.”

“Call him?”

“I can.” You answer. Though, as expected, you go straight to voicemail.

Doyoung groans, “I’ll look around for the keys, maybe he left them on the counter or something.”

You wave him off. That’s when you think, Yuta probably just left them in his room. Maybe on his desk? But you can’t go into his room. No, he’d hate that.

Is this an invasion of privacy? You think as you stand outside of his door. Truth be told, you were very curious, and Doyoung’s keys sounded like a good excuse to trespass into his room. But Yuta’s always been awkward about his room, and you respected his wishes. Figuring maybe he had something embarrassing in there, you look down. 

You twist the doorknob, and you’re met with a dark room. You can hardly see anything, as the blinds are shut and the lights off. You move to turn the lights on, annoyed with the sight before you.

It was a completely normal room. 

Similar layout to yours, a desk and a chair with a plush full bed in the corner. Nothing was off about the scene before you, and you find that weird. 

But then it hits you.

The smell.

It smelled horrible, almost like a dead animal. And sure, you knew men were filthy, but it smelled like something was straight up rotting in there.

You gag at the stench, clasping your nose to revert the smell away. Moving to enter his room, you notice Doyoung’s keys on the desk. He had likely just thrown them there when he entered and forget they weren’t his. 

You quickly grab them, shut off the lights, and click the door behind you. 

As you stand in the hallway, you notice something weird. 

The room was clean, the bed was made, and everything was neat. It was as if no one lived in there, like no one had slept in that bed in years. 

Also, if it was so clean, why did it stink so bad?

You had to write this down on your diagram, where was it anyways? 

You’re derailed from finding it as Doyoung finds you, grabbing the keys from your hands. “Wanna meet up later? After my nap?” 

And you consider it, but you’ve had enough of the boys for a bit, so you shake your head. “I’m tired, probably gonna just chill here.”

Doyoung nods in understanding, before putting on a teasing smile. “Sure you wanna stay in all day with the vampire?”

You narrow your eyes, “He’ll probably sleep all day, work’s tiring.” 

“Fair enough.”

And with protest of Jungwoo, Doyoung exits the house with the younger in tow. Complaining about how you can’t hang and that he hopes Yuta sucks your blood. You sigh, they would never believe you.

And you doubt yourself too, somewhat. But the puzzle pieces are all fitting together suspiciously well. Anyways, you’re just glad you’re alone and that you get to shower peacefully now. 

And it was definitely what you needed, seeing as you’re sure Jungwoo drooled in your hair, but that was a matter for another time. 

Realizing you had yet to eat, you head straight to the kitchen, ready to make yourself something good. (Knowing you’d just probably settle for one of the ramen packets in the pantry.)

Though when you arrive, you’re startled to see Yuta, drinking a glass of water.

“Hey,” You speak up. “I didn’t hear you come in. Or leave this morning..”

“Yeah, they called me last night actually. I was going to tell you, but you were knocked out, and I didn’t want to wake your friends.” He explains.

So it was exactly like you had thought, but this meant he would be home for the rest of the day. Just lazing around the house, with you. Alone.

“I invited some friends over,” He speaks. Oh? That was kind of unusual. “I hope its not a big deal.”

“What? No, wouldn’t it be hypocritical of me to be mad when Doyoung and Jungwoo practically live here?” You laugh. 

“Speaking of them,” He interjects, “Did they get home okay?”

The color drains from your face as you remember earlier. He was onto you. He knew, he definitely knew you went into his room. And he would not be happy.

“Uh yeah, Doyoung’s keys were on the counter so he just took them and left.” You lie, hoping he didn’t suspect you.

And he didn’t seem any the wiser, simply nodding at your statement. He likely didn’t even remember where he left them anyways, as he went straight to work. You hope he was too distracted to recall that where he’d left them.

“Cool,” He places his cup in the sink. “I’m going to nap, but wake me when they get here?” 

You agree and he heads to his room, not sparing you a second glance. You release a breath, glad you didn’t give away that you broke his most important room mate rule. Anyways, now was definitely the time for ramen. 

-

You hadn't even realized how much time had passed since you started watching this show. You spent three hours watching Netflix after devouring your bowl and nursing your favorite juice. You were only awaken from your trance when there was a knock on your apartment door, likely Yuta’s friends.

After jumping off the couch and scrambling to your feet, you go to open the door. Surprised (but not really) to see two unfamiliar faces looking back at you.

One is slender and has soft black eyeliner around his eyes, cute. The taller of the two is more innocent looking, though his smile and good looks tells you he’s likely troublesome. 

You open your mouth to speak but the cute one beats you to it. 

“Is Yuta here?”

“He’s asleep.”

“Well, wake him.” The taller remarks, and you want to hold you breath and hope you die.

You weren’t too good with men in general, but teasingly rude ones? Yeah these definitely weren’t your type of guys.

You just stutter, feet planted to the floor. “Y-yeah I’ll go-” 

The smaller one speaks up, “Don’t mind Jaehyun, he’s moody, hasn't eaten.”

You just nod, smiling awkwardly. The nice thing to do would be to offer to cook, but these were Yuta’s friends and not yours. He’d just have to do it. 

“I’m Taeyong, a friend of Yuta’s.” He extends his hand for you to shake, and you do gladly. “The asshole’s name is Jaehyun.” And the other groans.

“I’m not an asshole.” 

The two begin bickering but Jaehyun’s soon cut off by Taeyong, “Anyways, Yuta didn’t tell us he had such a pretty girlfriend.”

You want to sink into the ground beneath you, shaking your hands, you deny. “Oh no, we just live together.”

“Just live together? You’re not friends?” Jaehyun interrogates.

“Uh..” You trail, not knowing how to respond. Were you guys considered friends? You just decide to change the subject. “Why don’t you guys come in? I’ll go wake Yuta.”

You close the door behind them and show them to the living room, then heading to the hallway where your rooms are located. Stopping in front of Yuta’s door, you knock. No response. So you knock again, to no avail.

“Your friends are here, Yuta!” You yell, and you hear movement in his room.

After a shuffle, you see him pull his door open, just enough for him to slip through and close it behind him. So suspicious, like he was hiding something in there, even though you had known better.

You shrug it off, “I’ll be in my room.”

“Okay.” He says, used to you keeping to yourself, nothing out of the ordinary. 

Turning to head to your room, you’re held back by another voice. “Going to hide?” It’s Jaehyun, appearing in the hallway as he leans against the wall. “Don’t wanna hang around us?

You don’t know what to say, caught off guard by his question.

Good thing Yuta answers for you. “Leave her alone.” 

“My bad, didn’t realize she was an exception.” 

What was that supposed to mean? 

Yuta just looks at you, “Sorry about him.”

You wave him off, “Its okay! You know what? I think I’m going over to Doyoung’s! He asked me to swing by.” Uttering the most convincing excuse you could come up with, but Yuta nods.

“Alright, be safe.”

You just thank him and run to get a sweater and a pair of shoes from your room. Ready to be free of the suffocating atmosphere of this apartment.

You pass Jaehyun on the way out, still in the hallway and he shoots you a look, one that you can’t decipher. But you weren’t going to stick around and find out what it meant anyways.

Taeyong bids you goodbye as you head out, telling you he’d like to visit again.

You wonder if he’ll actually make good on that promise.

Once you’ve made it to your car, you pull your phone and begin rapidly typing for Doyoung’s number. 

He picks up on the first ring. 

“Hello?”

“Doyoung! I’m coming over!”

“Now?

“Yes! Now!”

“But I thought-”

“Yeah that was before Yuta’s friends came over.”

And the other side of the line is silent, Doyoung understanding what you meant. “I’ll order food, but you’re paying when it gets here.”

“Understood.” And you hear the fade out of the call. 

Of course this had to happen on what was supposed to be a relaxing Saturday in. You just sigh and start your car, eager to be away from the three men currently in your apartment.

To your surprise, Jungwoo’s already over when you arrive. He said Doyoung called saying something was wrong and you roll your eyes.

“Doyoung’s being dramatic, I just didn’t wanna stay in there with Yuta and some strangers.”

Jungwoo nods in understanding. “Were they hot?”

You whip your head around to face him, “Are you serious?”

He places his hands up in defeat. “Okay okay, sorry.” 

You just laugh as you enter Doyoung’s kitchen, digging through the cabinet for a snack. Jungwoo reaching over you to grab a cup form the cupboard. 

“You two are just leeches.” Doyoung says, coming to check what the commotion was. 

“Yup, that’s me.” You agree, and he chuckles in response. 

“Are you staying the night?” He nudges. 

“No, I better go home.” And he nods. “

“As long as you take Jungwoo with you.”

“Hell no.” 

“Hey! What’s wrong with me?!” 

“Do you really want us to answer that?”

And as the kitchen erupts in laughter, you wish you could save this moment forever. They really were you best friends, always dependable and always here for you. You’d be lost without them.

These thoughts re-enter your mind as the subpar movie you were all currently watching rolls the end credits. You’re running your hands through Doyoung’s hair as he lays on your lap, Jungwoo fast asleep as he leans on his side.

All these two did was sleep, you think. Moving to check the time, you realize it’s gotten kind of late. You decide to head home, the comfort of your bed being more tempting that your friends couch. 

Helping him up, he groans at being moved. But still see’s you out to his door. “I’m going to dump water on Jungwoo’s head and make him go home.”

“Sure.” You giggle sarcastically. 

“Have a safe trip home.”

“Thank you.”

-

Unlocking the door to your house, you’re met with silence as you open it. 

“Yuta?” You call out, but are given no response. He must’ve went out with the other two. You shrug your shoulders. 

Walking through the hall, you step into the living room to see Yuta. 

He’s just standing there, like he was anticipating your arrival. 

“Oh hey,” You speak, somewhat off. “Did the guys go home?”

“I know,” He interrupts, your blood running cold. He’s dead serious too, which wipes the previous smile off your face.

“What?”

“I know what you think I am.”

You’re ready to deny it, to try and smooth things over. To say that he’s got it all wrong, whatever he’s thinking. You struggle to find the words though.

Until he pulls a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. “Found this under the couch.” 

You recognized it instantly, your diagram.

You wave your hands, “Oh no no, that was a joke! I don’t actually think that.”

Why did you have to do that? You went and ruined a perfectly good living situation with a guy who was respectful and clean. Now he was probably going to throw you out, creeped out by your observations and theories of him. 

He probably hated you now, for thinking something so vile of him. He probably thought you were stupid too, who would think that? 

You’re about to spill out a string of apologies when he motions for you to be quiet. 

“Well,” He says, taking a seat on the couch. “You figured it out.”

And you feel your jaw go slack. 

What did he mean?

He just laughs at your speechless form, “You’re smarter than I thought, the others never caught on.”

And you’re completely confused. “O-others?” 

“Did you ever wonder why I was looking for a room mate?” And he continues when you don’t respond. “Cause I killed the previous one.”

You want to throw up.

“And the one before that, and the one before that.” He continues, as if its all just one big joke. And you hope it is. Maybe he was just messing with you? Because there was no way. No way, right?

Yuta? The Yuta right in front of you, was a vampire? A real, living vampire? 

“What a shame though, I was going to keep you. Until I found out you were snooping in my room. Just as I thought we were becoming friends too.” He laughs out, but not his normal one, no this one is laced with some kind of evil.

How had he found out? He had remembered where he left the keys then.

“I’ve had to stop all my friends from feeding on you,” He speaks, you backing up into the corner. “Jaehyun and Taeyong are the oldest of us, and they came demanding to know why you weren’t dead yet. That’s why they called you the exception.” 

So he was looking out for you? What was he going to do to you now? 

Were you going to die? Fear washes over your body at that, trying to figure out if you could make it out the front door before Yuta could catch you. You deduced that you probably couldn’t, but you should try anyways.

“Nothing to say?” Yuta asks.

And your attention is drawn back to him, “I..” 

“Tell me,” He inquires. “How hard do you think it was to hold back from killing your friends? Knowing they were touching what I claimed. Made me look like an idiot when everyone else could smell them on you. Vampires have a keen sense of smell too, you know?”

Your back hits the wall as he stands up. Why was he telling you this? If he was going to kill you, why was he wasting so much time? 

But after registering his words, you knew you couldn’t let him touch your friends. They didn’t deserve any of that.

“Please don’t do anything to them,” You beg. “Please.” 

He scoffs, “Here you are, about to die at the hands of a supernatural being, and all you’re worried about is Doyoung and Jungwoo.”

You look around nervously, “I’m going to die?” You confirm.

“Not really.”

“What?” You let out meekly, as he approaches you closer.

“I’m going to turn you.”

“No!” You shout. You couldn’t, there’s no way you could live life that way. Much less an eternal life, you’d rather die, here and now. 

You’re barely able to protest before he sinks his teeth into your neck, your breath stilling. You hoped maybe he would miscalculate, that maybe he would just accidentally kill you instead. 

All you can do is stand there and wince in pain as he draws blood from you. At this point, you’re hoping to be dead. 

You don’t want to know what turning into a vampire entails. 

But it looks like you were going to find out.

[nqctar]

✿ yuta nakamoto as your cg !

pairings: cg! yuta nakamoto x little reader. genre: sfw age regression, fluff. warnings: no major warnings apply. brief (non-sexual) usage of "daddy."

유타 / cg!yuta nakamoto x little reader ♡

dni: you sexualize age regression.

requested by anon!

so when you first told yuta about being little he was like

"hmm okay.." and left.

and you had no clue if he was okay with it or not.

but then he came back with like eight stuffies and a colouring book!

as a cg, he's more on the quiet/observant side.

lets you do your thing, and checks in on you if you haven't been yelling or making some other random noise in a while.

this does NOT mean he won't play with you.

yuta will absolutely have a tea party!!

you hand him a tiara to wear during the party & he starts smiling because of how cute you are.

takes the tea party seriously, maybe a bit too seriously.

"don't drink it yet, baby. it's still too hot."

if you're near/next to him, you're 100% gonna be holding hands or pinkies.

also really loves cuddling, sometimes he'll just pick you up no matter what you were doing & hold you.

very calm! doesn't get mad.

you're his baby, why would he get mad at his baby?!

this means you really never end up in time out, though all he has to do is give you 'the daddy glare™' and you're immediately done throwing a fit.

VERY protective of you, makes you hold his hand while you're in public, tells you to stop running even if you're just speed walking.

always has bandaids with him just in case.

did i mention that he loves cuddling?

gets you to slip into little space by being all-

"if only my little baby was here to cuddle me..."

& then you hide your face because of the nickname!!

makes you something before bedtime, usually hot chocolate

WITH EXTRA MARSHMALLOWS!!

if you end up falling asleep on him while you're on the sofa, he's definitely not moving

he doesn't wanna disturb his baby!

so he just wraps his arms around you and whispers an "i love you," while playing with your hair

oh & he always makes sure you have your paci before falling asleep!

thinks it's the cutest thing ever when you wake up with your paci and stuffie. teases you about it the next morning, which makes you blush and hide your face.

"why's my pretty little baby hiding their face, hm?"

"could it be... no! you aren't feeling shy, are you?"

you giggle and tell him to stop

as for titles you call him, he's fine with daddy. sometimes it's yuyu.

no matter what, you're his pretty baby :(( <3

[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

[blu-joons]

When The Boys Tease Him About A Hickey ~ NCT 127 Reaction

Taeil:

His head shook as soon as Taeil noticed Dongyoung walking around, unable to control the smile that was on his face as he watched Taeil in the chair.

“I can’t believe you gave our hard-working makeup artists more work to do by getting a hickey,” he scolded, shaking his head back at Taeil.

“Haven’t you got something better to do?” Taeil sighed, having been teased back and forth between all of the members all morning for what he’d done whilst with you.

Dongyoung continued to shake his head, “I’m quit enjoying being here and keeping you company.”

Taeil shot a glare back to him through the mirror, “can you call security to come and get you out of here?” Taeil asked, but still Dongyoung remained exactly where he was.

“Watching this is the most fun I’ve had in a long time,” he replied, knowing how good of a job he was doing of winding Taeil up.”

“When I get out of this makeup chair, you better run,” Taeil told him, “I’ll remind you exactly who the eldest is between the two of you then.”

“You might be there a while; you still look a little red.”

Johnny:

He looked around in confusion as Johnny walked into the studio to notice several of the boys looking across at him with smiles on their faces.

“Looks like we don’t even need to ask how your night was,” Yuta spoke up first, pointing across to the mark that he spotted on Johnny.

“I thought I’d managed to hide it,” Johnny admitted as he sat down, bringing a chorus of laughs from around the room as several of the boys chuckled in disbelief.

Yuta’s head shook back across at him, “what were you thinking? You’ve not hidden that at all.”

Johnny threw his head back in frustration, “I was rushed and could only use what I could find around Y/N’s apartment, I thought I’d at least try and make it less obvious.”

“If anything, you’ve made it worse,” Yuta corrected, “we can see the makeup lines around it where you’ve tried to cover it.”

“Really?” Johnny panicked, starting to wipe over the mark, “I really thought that using a bit of makeup would be good enough to hide it.”

“You could not have been more wrong about that.”

Taeyong:

His head hung low as Taeyong walked in late to the studio, knowing that it would be inevitable for the boys to all laugh as soon as they saw his neck.

“Bring it on,” he frowned as he sat down on one of the benches, keeping his eyes looking low as several comments were made by them all.

“What were you thinking?” Yoonoh laughed, surprisingly the loudest of all the boys, “we know you were happy to be with Y/N, but were you really as happy as this?”

Taeyong glanced across at him, “do you think I meant for this to happen last night with Y/N?”

Yoonoh shrugged back in reply, “you never know,” he sniggered, only to worsen the glare on Taeyong’s face that was fixated on Yoonoh across the room.

“One day when you all get partners you might find yourself in this situation,” Taeyong warned them all, “I’ll make plenty of jokes.”

“We’ll be more careful than you,” Yoonoh assured you, “you’re doing what leaders do, showing us all what not to do in the future Taeyong.”

“That’s it, use me as a lesson to learn for you all.”

Yuta:

A hand against his chest caused Yuta to stop what he was doing, bringing his shirt back up to wonder why Jungwoo had stopped him getting changed.

“Have you looked in the mirror this morning?” Jungwoo enquired, shaking his head as he studied the mark that was on Yuta’s neck clearly.

“No,” Yuta dismissed, feeling a hand rest into his back to guide him across to a mirror, where Jungwoo gladly tapped against the mark that he had caught on his neck.

Yuta’s eyes went wide straight away, “please tell me that that’s a stain that’s on the mirror.”

A laugh came from Jungwoo as Yuta desperately looked across at him, “I hate to say it, but I think that stain is actually the proud work of Y/N from your evening together.”

“What do I do?” Yuta fretted, looking to Jungwoo for help, “please don’t leave me to sort this out before, I’ve never had this before.”

“What can I do?” Jungwoo innocently laughed, “it’s going to take more than just a bit of makeup to be able to cover that thing up for you.”

“I’m really stuck in a big hole now Jungwoo.”

Doyoung:

A shiver ran down Dongyoung’s spine as a hand brushed against his neck, looking across to see Mark walk past and take a seat down beside him.

“Busy night?” Mark teased as soon as he met Dongyoung’s eyes, “you seem to have a little bit of a memory to hold onto from your night together?”

“Please don’t start,” Dongyoung pleaded with him, “do you know how many hickey jokes I’ve had to listen to? Not just from the boys too but loads of staff members as well.”

Mark shrugged back at him, “you know the rules, were you expecting not to get teased today?”

Dongyoung’s head shook in reply, “I didn’t think it would be this bad, everywhere I go I know that people are looking at me, I mean it’s not as if the mark is that bad, right?”

“Well,” Mark began, trailing off momentarily as he thought about his words, “it’s not exactly the best thing in the world.”

“That’s not helping,” Dongyoung yelled, jabbing against Mark’s arm, “out of everyone I thought you’d be the one to reassure me about this.”

“I really want to help you, but this is just too funny.”

Jaehyun:

The loud giggle that came from Donghyuck as Yoonoh walked past him immediately stopped him in his tracks, looking to Donghyuck with intrigue.

“What happened to you last night?” Donghyuck asked him, pointing to the mark that he had spotted on Yoonoh’s neck, “did you enjoy yourself?”

“What are you on about?” Yoonoh asked, as Donghyuck spun him around to be able to show him his reflection in the mirror, and the thing that had caught his attention.

Another laugh came from Donghyuck as the expression on Yoonoh’s face dropped, “now you see?”

Yoonoh was frozen as he stared, making sure that what he saw was real. “What am I going to do? We’ve got a shoot today, how are they going to be able to cover this up?”

“It’s not my problem,” Donghyuck joked, holding his hands up innocently, “looks like you’ve got yourself in a bit of a pickle.”

“They’re going to kill me,” Yoonoh fretted, finally moving again, “I was already late to make up once this week, and now this, it never ends.”

“You’re in for a scolding, and I for one, can’t wait to see it.”

Jungwoo:

His brows knitted together as soon as Taeyong pulled down his shirt, spotting the mark that he had failed to see whilst getting ready for work.

“How did you not see that the moment you looked in the mirror this morning?” Taeyong scoffed, struggling to believe what he was seeing.

“I was in a rush,” Jungwoo fretted in reply to him, “I overslept and rushed to get dressed, I don’t even remember looking in the mirror before I left the apartment.”

A roll of the eyes came from Taeyong, “I can definitely see where you were a little occupied.”

Jungwoo’s shoulders dropped as the reality of what had happened sunk in, “how am I going to get through the day without anyone seeing that? It’s so obvious Taeyong.”

“You could wear a jumper?” He jokingly suggested, sniggering when a worried sigh came from Jungwoo in response.

“It’s the middle of summer,” Jungwoo reminded him, “unless I paint the rest of my body purple and red, I’m fighting a losing battle here.”

“I hate to say it, but I think you might be right.”

Mark:

The look on Taeil’s face immediately had Mark worried as he sat down, feeling a scolding coming, he had a feeling that he knew what was up.

“Suddenly the reason why I was kept up for so long makes sense,” Taeil spoke, pulling Mark’s collar down to see the mark on his neck.

“We weren’t that loud,” Mark tried to defend, but Taeil’s head shook straight away, having spent most of the night trying to block out the sound from Mark’s room.

Taeil shot a glare at him, “I knew you were up to something, I just hoped that it wasn’t what it was.”

Mark didn’t know what to do as he sunk down in his seat, “I’m sorry,” he weakly smiled, “we really didn’t intend to get as loud as we did, we just ran away with ourselves.”

“It seems that way,” Taeil groaned, pulling Mark’s collar back up again, “I shouldn’t the one that you’re worried about being with.”

“I know, I’m just going to try and hide it from management for as long as I can,” Mark informed him, “do you think I’ll get through today with it?”

“No way, have you seen the colour of that thing?”

Haechan:

He stumbled back as Johnny grabbed onto Donghyuck’s shoulders with a proud smile on his face, unable to look anywhere else but Donghyuck’s neck.

“What were you thinking?” Johnny asked, with Donghyuck knowing straight away what had caught his attention and made him smile.

“I wasn’t thinking,” Donghyuck whispered, not wanting any of the boys to hear, “I’m just hoping that some makeup in the dressing room will help me to cover this up.”

Johnny’s eyes went wide in reply, “have you seen it? You think makeup will cover that thing up.”

A sigh came from Donghyuck as Johnny crushed his dreams of hiding his secret. “You’ve got to help me Johnny, there’s got to be a way to hide that from the others.”

“Sorry,” Johnny sniggered, enjoying teasing him, “I think if you want anyone’s help then I think you should be asking Y/N for it.”

“She doesn’t know,” Donghyuck frowned, dreading letting you see what you’d done to him, “do you know how bad she’ll feel about it?”

“Oh, please let me be the one to tell her about it.”

---

Masterlist

[neoculturetravesty]

let’s make an adult film (preview)

Pairing: Yuta x Her Genre: smut Warnings: mature, strong language, oral (male receiving), penetrative sex

Word Count: 2k

Summary: The first thought Yuta had when he saw her on the dancefloor was not that he should ask for her number, rather that she’d be great to make a porno with.

A/N: From my editing floor. I don’t know if I am ever going to complete this, but I wanted to post the preview to get over some blocks! 

The first thought Yuta had when he saw her on the dancefloor was not that he should ask for her number, rather that she’d be great to make a porno with.

It wasn’t just that she had a gorgeous body. No, he’d probably find several with gorgeous bodies and pretty faces in this damned plastic town. He had long stopped being moved by such calculated perfection. Everyone and everything was so disgustingly perfect these days that it gave him no arousal. And arousal was all an artist could ask for.

Maybe it was that what he saw couldn’t be explained or contained. She had a face unlike any he had ever seen. He had been so numbed by perfect beauties with perfectly painted faces, that a visual like hers was refreshing to the eye. She moved her body like she knew she had captivated the attention of everyone in the room, though the set of her mouth said that she didn’t want to care for it. In fact, she seemed like she hadn’t a care in the world. She danced like she hadn’t a care in the world; like she grabbed time by the balls and commanded it to slow so she could move in luxurious waves through her body. Yuta felt more inspired than he had been in a good, fat while.

He hadn’t realized how fucking easy it was going to be; asking a perfect stranger to film a porno together.

Because although men, women and everyone in between swarmed her like honey to bees, it was him that she left with that night. Perhaps, like him, she wanted a taste of intrigue rather than gratification that night.

Yuta only grew more inspired whilst he talked to her over a glass of red wine in his apartment. His eyes wandered to the delectable dip below her throat where her collarbones met. In the warm light of his apartment, that dip harbored the gentlest of shadows that acted as a natural contour. Yuta had a great proclivity for things like these in his own art forms. He couldn’t help but notice how she kept one shoulder raised slightly higher than the other so her body created sensual angles at all times. He felt his blood rush any time she’d savor the wine by pressing her jaw to that raised shoulder. Her eyes would close and her lashes would caress her cheekbones. Yuta saw a frame in every movement, because she swayed like each moment was a painting. Above all, Yuta looked at her not man to woman, but artist to muse. He wanted to frame that fucking painting.

It was intriguing; Yuta had never witnessed body confidence as alluring as hers. She was sound in her sexuality, and why the fuck not? She had every right to be. Everything about her was interesting. Yuta wasn’t sure whether it was artistic intrigue tinting his perception or his habitual fetishist tendencies, but earlier, she had seemed ever more interested in the attention of women rather than men. Then again, all he had witnessed was her stirring her index round a woman’s bare shoulder. Perhaps he was already viewing her as the picture he wanted to paint when all she did was be. He was hard from how inspired he was.

And when an artist is as inspired as was he, there isn’t much room for lies. There must be honesty in art and truth between artists. That is the way it must be or the art is forever tainted. So, it wasn’t long into the conversation that Yuta had brought up the following fact,

“I’m a filmmaker. But lately, I’ve been meaning to create more adult content,” he spoke matter-of-factly. It was almost expected that she hadn’t blinked an eye.

“I do some nude modeling every now and then. Let me know if something comes up, I’d love to be a part of your project,” she had smiled. 

And the proverbial ice had melted. Yuta could speak as openly about the vision he had for his project as openly as she talked about her craft.

“Honestly, I’ve always wanted to do something like it, but I haven’t really met someone who had an idea that is fully realized? Like, unless you’re a big name in the industry, nude modeling doesn’t really get the editorial treatment. And the porn out there is so fucking vulgar. I hate that pornographic films don’t get artistic treatment,” she scrunched her nose ever so slightly in distaste. Yuta found himself sitting up in his seat because finally, someone fucking understood.

“So much vile, unpalatable content. I hate it with all my heart, too. I keep searching the ends of the earth for something that would hit me just right and it’s always so fucking frustrating when I just don’t find it, you know? That’s when my wife made me realized that I’m a fucking filmmaker. If I can’t find it, I’d just have to create it,” Yuta explained.

“That’s fucking amazing. You know, not a lot of people think like that,” she appreciated and Yuta felt a surge through his blood that he was sure was more than just the alcohol.

“I mean, I’m sure we’re not the first ones to think like that,” Yuta said humbly, “But it’s just that… why can’t porn be interesting? Why can’t porn be tasteful and artful?”

“So, what was it that you were looking for?” she asked curiously as she dug around into her purse without looking. She extracted what Yuta was sure was a spliff and added, “Do you mind?”

Yuta waved his hand as he continued, “Well, there is a lot I have in mind, but for starters? Something that is more tastefully shot. I fucking hate the cinematography in porn. It’s so fucking non-existent. I’ve seen YouTube videos from bloody toy channels that have better camera work than porn,” he said and she laughed in earnest. He continued, “I especially hate the lighting in mainstream porn. I fucking hate it. Why is it so fucking bright? Why do they use so many fucking florescent lights? They’re not fucking surgeons. I mean I’m sure the audience would be able to tell a cock from a pussy even without the flood lights,” the absolute distaste on his tongue made him want to have a smoke of his own, just as a chaser. He smoked a regular cigarette, though, and she leaned in to light it for him with a craftsman’s lighter. 

“So, what’s your style? What kind of things do you film?” She smoked heavily.

“I’ve never done porn before. But I used to make a lot of film noirs. Honestly, my work is pretty focused on tone and stylization. Set and lighting is so fucking important to me. Every film that I made, I spent hours upon fucking hours just sourcing the right kind of lighting equipment. And then I would stay up for weeks in post, just editing each fucking frame till I got the style I wanted. Films should be made with this sort of vision. And that’s the kind of shit I want to see in my porn. Instead, I get terrible harsh fucking white light, and don’t fucking get me started on the dialogue,” Yuta took another deep drag at the end of his passionate outburst.

Her eyes were listening intently and Yuta didn’t need more confirmation beyond it that this was a perfect union. All the elements were on his side. He had her concentration, but it was the room clouding with smoke that was inspiring him even more. The smoke traveled from his lips and hers and surrounded her body in the perfect grayish haze that was Yuta’s favorite in film. It was setting the scene for him just right. It made her look even more elegant, and Yuta decided right then that if this were to work out, this was going to be his opening shot. 

He noticed that she had beautiful thighs, especially with how she crossed them against the satin of her dress. She held the spliff between her fingers, soft yet assured. She sat in a diagonal; legs crossed to the left, spliff held in the air to the right. Yuta was already visualizing the pan of the camera against her stance. He’d add perhaps some vertical shadows to her face and a Victorian style chester upon which she would lounge, exactly like she was right now. He’d start panning from the right and he would have the best fucking opening scene. Fuck, he was inspired. 

“You know, I fuck with style like yours. I literally worshiped Lady in the Lake growing up. And fuck, you’re right. I haven’t seen any porn in styles like that. And I’ve never wondered why,” she took a healthy drag from her spliff, and it made her voice deepen attractively, “And to be honest, it’s the same in my line of work. I don’t like anyone’s artistic approach. It doesn’t feel like art at all. I take my fucking top off, but it’s like they want to sell my body rather than the art my body is creating. Then again, I’m not a big time model. I’m not famous enough to get the Frederic Monceau type of projects.”

“But that’s the death of this fucking industry, isn’t it? You have to suck the devil’s cock to get fame or good opportunities, and those that don’t won’t ever get their films on the big fucking screen. I made good fucking films,” he used his cigarette to stab at every word he said; his eyebrows soared to his forehead in defense. Perhaps the secondhand weed smoke or the alcohol was making him more impassioned, driving the blood to his cock and balls and infusing him with testosterone. “But I wanted to stay fucking authentic, so I didn’t sell out to these big fucking studios. And you know what? I don’t regret it for a single moment. Fuck capitalism,” he held his glass up.

“Fuck capitalism!” said she. Both got up and clinked their glasses. And perhaps it wasn’t just him. She was feeling the blood, too. They were both a little high and a little drunk, because in all honesty, they’d both happily suck the devil’s cock given the chance, if that meant more people would buy their art. But the euphoria in their veins from finding another that would form this cult for two was simmering and giving both delusions of grandeur.

It was his cock she sucked later that night, not the devil’s. Yuta hadn’t even been particularly horny. He didn’t want to taint his muse, so to speak. He wanted to keep the authenticity of his art and preserve it for the masterpiece he would create. But the two of them had clinked glasses and sealed the commencement of this collaboration with a mature French kiss, and when the heat built, he let her suck him. And though he kept telling himself that their first fuck should be one for the records, he had caught sight of the perfect plump of her cunt and he decided that he wasn’t the kind of filmmaker to do first time scenes. He was an artist and she was an artist and they both celebrated sexuality as mature people do. So he fucked her too, right there on the couch of his loft apartment with the curtains fully drawn. Why would they close them? They were about to have an audience much larger than any passerby that might lift their lashes to their window.

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[justwinwin]

Im her boyfriend | Nakamoto Yuta

Pairing: Yuta x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Description: You garner unwanted attention from the waiter, and with obvious discomfort, Yuta steps in to protect you. 

Word Count: 1864

“Hi, we have a booking for y/n” you speak to the woman standing by entrance of the restaurant. Once a month, your friends (the boys from NCT127) planned a dinner, where every month a new restaurant was chosen. This happened to be the month that you were assigned to pick the place to eat at as well as booking the reservations. You had been eyeing the Italian restaurant in the city and knew that the boys would also agree with the choice. 

After a long day in the building; dance practice, video shoots, photo shoots and interviews. You all could not wait any longer to be stuffing your faces with carbs on carbs on carbs. 

You weren’t a part of the NCT127 group but you were their assistant, which transitioned to also being one of their closest friend. You were there for almost everything, organising meetings, interviews, promotional material, you name it, you had to do it. It was a tough and demanding job, but the boys made it worth every second. 

Especially Yuta. Your bond with Yuta was different to the other boys, he could read you like a book, knowing when you were almost burnt out, knowing what made you giddy and knowing what made you tick. He was undeniably an observant friend, selfless and caring; Yuta had the characteristics to be the perfect boyfriend but also the bestest best friend. 

While those characteristics were always a favourable trait, it made your feelings towards him rather confusing. You wanted to be friends but then he also treated you almost like you were dating. And seeing the way he treated other people, it also seemed like it was just a part of his personality; being touchy, flirty, and caring. Making it all the more confusing as to whether he may also be feeling something towards you. 

“Oh yes, follow me miss, I’ll guide you to your table for tonight,” the woman smiled warmly and turned around. The boys and you followed the woman whilst admiring the dimly lit, fancy Italian restaurant. The place looked expensive, but with a touch of a homey vibe. There was quite a lot of people in tonight, but with such a large vicinity, everybody was spaced out enough that walking in between the tables went smoothly. 

As you found yourselves towards the back of the restaurant, everybody took their seats. Yuta pulled out your seat and a blush crept up your cheeks. The looks that the boys passed around the table did not go unnoticed by you. It was no surprise that many of the boys thought Yuta and you had something going on, although you two were just friends. 

You take a seat and thanked Yuta for being kind. As you place your purse on your lap, the young waiter, presumably your age, arrived at your table with a notepad. 

“Good evening, ladies and gentleman, my name is Dowoon and I will be your waiter for the night. May I offer you some sparkling or still water to start?” the waiter’s eyes roamed the circular table, all eyes were on him. Which was no surprise, he was a handsome young man. 

We looked around the table, half of the boys asking for still water and the rest wanting sparkling. You look back up at the waiter with humorous smile. 

“I’ll bring back a jug of both still and sparkling then,” he smiled before his eyes landed on me, “were you after anything special my lady?”

A few of the boys snickered and you could see Yuta stiffen beside you, you look away from the waiter in embarrassment, not being one to like the attention. 

“Uh, just still thank you,” you reply back kindly. 

“Coming right up,” he gave a wink before rushing off to the kitchen. 

“Not gonna lie that was cringy,” Johnny spoke which earned him a few nods of agreements and laughter. 

For the next few minutes you and the boys found yourselves engrossed in a serious conversation of how many cheesy garlic breads needed to be ordered. The waiter returned with the waters.

Yuta repeats the orders to the waiter. 

“....and three bowls of spaghetti Bolognese, and a bottle of red wine?” the waiter repeats back. We all nod, our excitement rising. We were all extremely hungry. 

“Just to let you know, that red dress looks amazing on your figure,” the waiter winks once again before heading back to the kitchen. Red stains your cheeks once again from embarrassment. More laughter could be heard from the boys around you. You take a look at Yuta who sits beside you with a straight face. It was hard to decipher what he was feeling sometimes. 

“That was so corny,” Taeil says in between laughs.

As the night goes on, laughter fills the air as the you and the boys fall into your usual pattern of conversation. Although, throughout the dinner, you found the waiter often staring at you, and even taking a visit to your table to ask if anybody had needed anything else. You could tell everybody else was growing tired of having to say no. 

The way he stared at you gave you the chills, and not in the good way either. Not in the Yuta made your skin feel all tingly when he brushed his arm against yours accidently. Or the way you’d feel an eruption of butterflies as he complimented your outfit of the day. 

The feeling the waiter was giving you was discomfort and unease. Surely enough, Yuta could sense something was not right. 

Once everybody had finished and the bill had been taken care of, you announce to the boys that you needed to visit the bathroom before heading out. 

On your way, you could feel the tense stare of the waiter by the kitchen door. You look in his direction and as you make eye contact, his smile widens, in almost a creepy way. You could see him start to move. You quicken your pace and make it to the bathroom without being interrupted by him. 

After finishing your business, in a rush to make it back to the table as you didn’t want the boys waiting too long for you, you almost knock into a sturdy chest whilst leaving the bathroom. You hear a low chuckle and the uncomfortable chills erupted throughout your body. 

“Damn, you falling for me already?” the waiter asks amused, he’s got his hands tightly wrapped around your elbows to hold you up, and you pull them back to create some space between the both of you. 

“Sorry, I gotta get back to the table,” you try to manoeuvre around him, but he side steps in your way. 

“Not so fast, surely I can get your number before you leave?” he tries once again. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes, with the way they made you feel so small and inferior. 

“No, I’m not interested,” you reject him, which was clearly not what he was wanting to hear. 

“Oh, cmon, I can tell you’re attracted to me, and I think you’re hot, surely give me your number,” he holds on to your elbow again and you grimace. 

“Get the fuck away from her,” your body relaxes as you hear a familiar voice. The waiter’s body stiffens, and he turns around to face Yuta. You look behind him, to see the boys getting up from the table and watching the situation from across the room with wary eyes. 

“And why should I?” he challenges, taking a step towards Yuta. He was only a few inches taller than Yuta, but Yuta made him look smaller with the fierce look he was wearing. Jaw clenched and furious eyes, Yuta was not be messed with when he was mad. Your heart fluttered at the thought of him doing this for you. 

“Because I’m her boyfriend,” Yuta admits with a low tone. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, making you feel giddy to hear those words even though you knew they were not true, he was just trying to protect you. “So you better get the fuck away from her before I make you regret ever coming near her.”

The waiter scoffs and reluctantly walks away, mumbling a fuck you under his breath as he brush passes Yuta. 

Yuta walks closer towards you, concern written all over his face.

“Are you okay?” he examines your body, searching for any possible signs of injury. Your face heats up again but this time from feeling shy under his eyes. Yuta never made you feel uncomfortable the way the waiter did. Seeing the way he had stepped up to protect you, getting aggravated and defensive over you made you realise just how much you liked him. 

“Thank you so much, Yuta, you have no idea how much he’s been getting on my nerves this whole dinner,” you confess, patting down your dress to fix any wrinkles. 

“He was getting on everybody’s nerves, come one let’s go meet the boys outside,” he holds out his elbow for you to hold. You take it and the both of you walk out of the store. You could see the boys not too far up, already halfway towards the two cars that was brought tonight. 

“Can I say something?” Yuta asks once again. You couldn’t help but think of the way he had called himself your boyfriend. The thought making you feel weak at the knees. 

“Sure.”

“I really liked the way I said I was your boyfriend,” Yuta rushes out in a flurry of stutters and a low voice, almost making it inaudible. 

You needed to double check to make sure you heard correctly, “come again?”

“I really liked the way I said I was your boyfriend,” he repeats but with more confidence. You feel yourself almost give way at the knees, this being the last thing you’d expected from Yuta. But hearing it felt magical. 

“You know what, I really like the thought of being your girlfriend,” you respond back, looking up at his handsome face. The streetlights capturing his defined features, almost casting him as an angel. He was breath-taking. 

“So, does that mean we’re together now?” he questions, looking back into your eyes. A lightning of feelings could be captured between the two of you. Electricity bouncing back and forth, a rush of desire filling your bodies. Wanting to have each other but never really knowing if the other felt the same. But tonight, it was all coming together. Your feelings and emotions laid out in front of you, with nothing to hide. This was the moment that changed your relationship with Yuta. He was everything you ever needed and wanted. And you were the only one in his eyes. 

“I think it does,” you whisper before Yuta raises his hand towards your face, the both of you now stopped in the middle of the empty walkway, the boys already sat in the cars waiting for the two of you. 

“Can I kiss you?” Yuta asked, and all you could do was nod your head. 

He leans down and finally, as the missing piece to your puzzle, Yuta closes the gap. 

[justwritedreams]

Highway to heaven | Yuta

Yuta x Reader, university au!

Word count: 2143 Genre: Kinda fluff, suggestive. Warning: mentions of make out, yuta getting hard. That’s I think. Author: Maari Note: Thanks sammy for the tips for this one 🤭 love you bro Request: I'm taking my chances here again with another song request 🥹 maybe you could do something inspired by Highway To Heaven with Yuta? like maybe ya'll are in that phase of *something*, like the flirting more than friends and getting there kinda phase, ya'll in a party making eyes and hidden smiles until the clashing moment because y'all are just too addicted to each other, did I make sense? lol always thank you you are so so good to us ❤️❤️

⪢ NCT Masterlist  

Y/N kept her thumb between her teeth as she tried to hide the mischievous smile that her lips insisted on keeping when looking across the room she was in. She couldn't contain the excitement when noticed that the intense eyes like an eagle didn't leave her for a minute. Her mind raced through the memories of the past few weeks that made her thighs tremble, memories that those same eyes dominated. “Y/N!” She was brought back by her best friend's loud voice and quickly undid the exchange of glances. “Huh?” she asked confused, feeling that she was being watched. “Did you hear what I said?” the friend asked suspiciously. “Yes, about Taeyong.” she replied, with an obvious tone and saw her friend smile. "I know I shouldn't look at him like that, considering he's the RA for college but I can't help it." "You and half of the other students." Y/N laughed, turning her head to look for the same eyes and ended up seeing that Taeyong was approaching who she had been watching for a while. An idea popped into her head and she smiled widely. "He just arrived, you should talk to him." she suggested and her friend looked in surprise. "Don't you think-" Y/N rolled her eyes as she got up from the couch and pushed her friend towards where he and the other friends were. "Go on and act natural." Y/N replied, smiling as they approached. "You're asking too much." The friend said, forcing a smile. "Hi guys!"

"Girls!" Taeyong smiled widely and her friend approached to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, Y/N went the opposite way and started with Yuta feeling her legs tremble as he analyzed her intensely. As usual. "Your ass looks delicious in that skirt." he spoke quietly so only Y/N could hear. She felt her cheeks heat up as Yuta's lips touched the red-hot skin. "You're a pervert." she replied, her voice weaker than it should have sounded and she tried to hide a shy smile, in vain of course. It wasn't like she had any control over her body thanks to Yuta's feline eyes. She went on to greet the other boys, Johnny, Taeil, Jungwoo and Taeyong as she felt Yuta's eyes watching her again. When she finished, stopped by Yuta's side as her friend was too mesmerized by Taeyong. But she didn't even care, she had created the opportunity for her friend so she started talking to the guys. Y/N started biting the skin of her lower lip while Yuta watched her with a smile playing in the corner of his mouth, he wasn't even touching her and it already made her sigh. Not that it was new, it wasn't the first time they'd done that and although they could call each other friends, there was a flame there that didn't go unnoticed by anyone. Yuta loved to flirt with Y/N, watching her cheeks turn red was fun and even though she tried to respond in the same tone, he could see how much it affected her. And Y/N couldn't deny it, she liked that little game. Even though she'd never had anything like that with anyone before, having Yuta's attention fully focused on her every time they were in the same room was enough for her self-esteem, her ego screamed as much as her body when his eyes locked on hers. The scenes from last night flooded her mind again, Yuta's hands roaming every inch of her body as his lips sought hers thirstily and pressed her against the locker of the men's bathroom at the end of the college athletes training. Her eyes dropped to Yuta's hands and she bit her lip when saw the veins popping out of his arm, she didn't know why but it made her much more excited than should have. And just remembering the way those same wide, strong hands had touched her body the night before… "...Y/N?" she heard Johnny's voice and turned to face him, confused. "Huh?" she saw the boys discreetly laugh at her. "What do you think of the competition this year, do you think our team has a chance?" Johnny asked, apparently, for the second time and she raised her eyebrow, coming back to reality. "Well, considering you all have a great…" she looked at the guys and her eyes found Yuta again. "Physical bearing.” she swallowed hard when she saw Yuta run his tongue between his lips and looked back at Johnny, feeling her body temperature rise. "You bet." "Hell yeah!" Taeil spoke excitedly and held out his hand for her to high five with him, Y/N did so with a laugh. "We have the best crowd too." Yuta replied and received Y/N's attention again, and gave her the wide smile that took the poor girl's breath away. Unable to contain it, she mimicked the smile and the rest of the world didn't even seem to matter at that moment. In fact, the bodies now more than ever felt like magnets that no force seemed to be enough to keep them away. Well, except for Johnny and the forced cough to bring them both back to Earth. Y/N lowered her head, smiling shyly and Taeil brought up another subject, when she looked back at the circle of friends she saw Jungwoo raise his eyebrow as if he understood what was happening between them. In fact, everyone knew. It was clear the way they both looked at each other, even if so far no one knew they were making out in the college hallways. Y/N even tried to pay attention to the conversation, because now her friend and Taeyong also participated, but even though she looked at Taeil talking, her head was elsewhere because Yuta was still looking at her. Even though she was wearing a skirt and a tank top, she felt an unusual heat all over her body. "I'll be right back." Yuta announced before stepping behind Y/N and giving her a light slap on the ass, who clenched the jaw so as not to show any reaction. Discreetly, or so she thought, she followed Yuta with her gaze and saw that he nodded for her to follow him. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, not because she was in any doubt whether she should or not, but because she was mentally counting time so it wouldn't seem too obvious. And when she saw that everyone was too busy talking about how boring Johnny's course teacher was, she slipped away. She already felt her heart beating against her ear and rubbed the sweaty hands on her skirt as she went to the place where she knew Yuta was, the bathroom. She gave three taps, the signal that only the two of them recognized and the door was open, and before she could smile at Yuta he pulled her inside, almost knocking her off balance. "Are you crazy?" she asked, laughing as brushed back the hair that had fallen out of her face and heard him lock the door. "Since I saw you coming in wearing that skirt, yes." he replied and without holding that space any longer, he pulled her by the waist against his own body. "I thought you liked my legs." she raised an eyebrow, feigning an innocent look. "You know I do but it's a low blow for you to swing around like that, you know?" Y/N laughed in response and Yuta grabbed her chin, making her stare into his eyes. "Bad girl." "You didn't complain last night." He smiled mischievously and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "And who said I'm complaining?" he replied, and lowered his head to place a wet kiss on her neck. Y/N rolled her eyes before closing them completely, a surge of electricity surging from Yuta's lips and stopping at the specific point where she started to pulse for him. But it didn't seem like enough for him, so started to distribute more kisses in the area and his tongue followed, tasting Y/N's skin like she was the tastiest candy. When Yuta's teeth followed the movement of his mouth, Y/N brought her hands to his shoulder and squeezed the region, stifling a moan biting her lip. "This is torture." She complained softly and felt him chuckle against her skin. "Are you sure?" He asked before pushing her against the wall and putting one leg between Y/N's, the heat emanating from Yuta's thigh was so appealing that Y/N's hips didn't respond to her brain's orders and rubbed against his tight jeans. "Yuta." she tried not to moan too soon but the friction made the job impossible. He had his leg where she needed it most, and even then it wasn't nearly enough. "Tell me what you want." he teased and she huffed, opening her eyes and forcing her hands against his shoulder, glaring at him angrily. "You are a-" "Watch your mouth." he warned, eyebrows rising and he rubbed his leg more precisely, drawing a sigh from Y/N. "You." she replied impatiently and Yuta just smiled teasingly. Y/N was even used to it, it was always the answer she got from him and it always worked to leave her breathless. Yuta held her by the back of her neck tightly and pressed their lips together, she just had time to sigh and close her eyes as he hugged her tighter. She almost laughed when realized she wasn't the only one impatient there, Yuta's lips moved in a desperate and thirsty way, the hand that was on the back of her neck made her move her head to the side and the kiss became deeper, his tongue ready to meet hers and drive her crazy. And that's what happened, the kiss became faster and fiercer, causing Y/N to bring her hands up to his long hair and grab the strands as if her life depended on it as she felt a shiver run through the back of her neck that Yuta still held. Yuta's lips were sweet and tasted like peach, but the hands that were on Y/N's body were the opposite, bordering on exasperation and the contrast made her pull the strands of his hair. She managed to get a grunt out of him and that fueled even more the desire he wanted to externalize, so the teeth tugged at Y/N's bottom lip as if retaliating for what she'd done with him and she pressed their foreheads together, trying to draw air back into her lungs, keeping her eyes closed. But not for long, as she could feel Yuta staring at her. When she opened her eyes, she felt her legs get even weaker. He had the power to look so deep into her eyes that he seemed to find her soul. Yuta smiled once more and without letting even the slightest space be imposed between them, he kept Y/N’s back against the wall, she was ready to climb her leg to his waist when the hand that was on the back of her neck went to the waist and he pulled away completely. Allowing an emptiness and a cold to settle in Y/N's body, who, unable to speak, just looked at him confused. Yuta laughed and headed for the door. “Wait, where are you going?” she asked in disbelief, her voice as weak as she was. "Up. I have to take care of a… certain thing.” he looked down and she followed him, her eyes stopping on his hip and widening when she saw the volume. Y/N bit her bottom lip and felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, she scratched her head trying to hide it. "You can accompany me if you want." he suggested and Y/N's mouth opened slightly, forming a perfect O. She blinked a few times to make sure she had heard him right but Yuta didn't have any hints of taking back and she had to confess, all that confidence was very sexy. "Huh." it sounded more like a moan than an answer and she cleared her throat. "Fine." Yuta raised his eyebrow and extended his hand to Y/N, she wet her lips with her own tongue before accepting, Yuta's palm was as hot as her body. But to her surprise, when Yuta waited for her to go first, imagining that he would wait for her to go and would stay there for a minute, he hugged her from behind and sent another shiver through her body as she felt how much he wanted her. Yuta rested his chin on her shoulder and turned his face towards her ear. “We'll take the highway to heaven, baby.”

[pcyshi]

someone help me

does anyone know where that yuta x reader fic is where yuta is a football/soccer player and reader's brother is a famous player and yuta found out while they were watching the game? i think it was a friends/enemies to lovers but not entirely sure. there was more to that story but i cant remember hahaha PLEASE i read it 4 times before but i can't find it now

[epinebleue]

for him (m) | nakamoto yuta

after a year abroad, you think summer back home can’t get any better. then, a charming ginger boy catches your eye.

pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader (female)

genre: rich kids!au, fluff, angst, mature.

warnings: specified in each chapter.

status: ongoing

chapter index:

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11

No reposting or translations allowed.

© epinebleue 2023

[scarletwinterxx]

better when I’m with you - yuta oneshot

hi!! it's been a while since i wrote a scenario for yuta, got this idea from a clip on tiktok i think it was keshi and his fiancé during a radio intervie. it was such a cute conversation i just had to do it. hope you like it! 💛

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

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(gif not mine, credits to rightful owner)

There's only one person Yuta would drop everything for, doesn't matter if he's in the middle of the most important meeting or about to sign a multi-million dollar contract. He'd put the world on pause if he has to, all for you.

Luckily when your call came in, he just wrapped another long meeting and was just reviewing contracts and other paperwork's. Seeing your name flash on the screen of his phone, he didn't even wait for the first ring to finish. Picking it up immediately.

"Hi, lovely. What do you need?"

"Hey, is it a good time or are you busy?" you say from the other side of the phone. Yuta chuckles, leaning back on his chair before turning to the side to look out the window. It's a beautiful day, a shame he can't take the day off and take you out on a date.

"Never, what's up?" he asks, already feeling relaxed when he heard your voice. All of the stress from today's work washed away. A kind of magic only you possess.

"So a package arrived here at your apartment, I wanted to get it so you don't have to do it later but the people at the lobby won't let me since technically we don't have the same last name"

Yet, he thinks.

Just thinking about finally calling you his wife puts a smile on Yuta's face, but right now he also thinks you're the most precious thing in his world. "Is that your way of saying I should've married you sooner?" he teases you, earning a few giggles from you.

Like a boost of energy, Yuta feels his body buzz with happiness hearing you laugh. "Yeah, totally the point of what I'm trying to say here. Such a hassle I'm not a Nakamoto yet" you know exactly how to keep him on his toes.

"Okay, baby. I'll call concierge, tell them what's mine is yours"

"Be careful, I might just runaway with your money"

"Yeah yeah, you already know the code to my safety box. That's more of a commitment than anything else right?"

"That's cause you're crazy, Mr. Nakamoto. Who proposes like that? Only you my love would put half of his assets under my name as a proposal" you tell him, recalling how exactly he proposed to you. It wasn't your typical getting down on one knee, Nakamoto Yuta has a tendency to one up himself when it comes to impressing you. Him proposing with a piece of paper stating that a home is to be built under your name and his. A home for your future family.

"That's because I can only see my future with you"

"Okay Mr. Romantic, text me when I can go pick up your package. Drive home safely" you tell him, always reminding him to come home safely to you.

"Will do, wifey. Save some kisses for me"

[kimbappykidding]

You were not the type of girl anyone would expect Yuta, the ice prince himself to have fallen for. If you asked him he'd even tell you how he never meant for this to happen and was still kind of confused about how it did.

When he'd first noticed you he wasn't sure why you caught his attention. He usually liked edgy girls, with short hair and piercings who were unconventionally pretty and scoffed at the idea of traditional beauty. 

You weren't that person at all. Due to your big eyes you were always given cute concepts in your group Twice and were never allowed to cut your hair which was typically placed in pigtails as your signature stage look. You weren't the youngest member either, you were 2 years older than Tzuyu but you just really suited those concepts and your company capitalised on it, dressing you in pastel colours and cute tops with matching skirts. So when you walked into a show after-party in a powder blue dress with white faux fur on the edges, your long hair falling around you, Yuta shouldn't have even glanced over but he did and he also did a double take. You hadn't seen him and were laughing with Mina, chatting away happily. He'd seen your group around before but had never got a good look at you until now. Something about you intrigued him and he kept watching you throughout the night. Once he'd drank a little more he began to get ideas and he smiled leaning into the guys "okay who wants to see me go talk to the bubblegum princess y/n over there?". "Y/n?" Haechan asked "why would you talk to her? She's actually wearing a bright colour!". “Or any colour” Doyoung added making the members smile. "Not to mention she's not got a tattoo or piercing in sight" Johnny added grinning. Yuta shrugged with alcohol courage "well I'm going to go talk to her" and stood up.

You were once again at the bar with Mina and she paused mid-conversation as she focused on something behind you. You turned to find Yuta from NCT walking towards you. He smiled when he saw you watching him but not a big friendly smile more of a hot half-smile where he used his eyes. It was a smile that told you exactly what type of visit this was. "Hey" he said in greeting "you're Y/n right?". Mina patted your arm to let you know she was leaving and you nodded telling her it was okay. You looked at Yuta and smiled "yep and you're Yuta the dancer". "Ahh you've seen me dance?" he asked and you shrugged "yeah, it's not like we work in the same industry or anything". Yuta was shocked by your sarcasm and very amused by it. "That we do" he smiled "I like your dress, it's very cute". You smiled "thanks! Anything in particular you like about it?". Yuta paused trying to think of an appropriate answer and he glanced at your dress. When you could see him struggling you smiled "the colour or texture? Or maybe the design?". Yuta nodded "yes the silhouette is very nice". You nodded amused "yeah it is. I'm surprised you noticed that because most guys just like it because it's short and tight". Yuta blinked "hmm really?". You nodded "crazy right? But not you huh?" you asked and he smiled "there aren't a lot of guys like me". You laughed at his line which wasn't the reaction Yuta usually got or wanted. "I'm sure there isn't" you said looking him up and down "so what can I do for you Yuta?". This wasn't going as he expected but he never backed down. "It's more what I can i do for you, let me buy you a drink". You smiled "buy me a drink? Why?". "So I have an excuse to keep talking to you" he said with a smirk. You narrowed your eyes assessing him before nodding "okay" and headed off to the bar. Yuta rushed to follow you and then pretended like he didn't have a care in the world.

"So we've both been in this industry a while, why buy me a drink tonight?" you asked once you were sick of the polite small talk. Yuta shrugged "I guess I just wanted to get to know you better princess". You raised an eye "princess?". Yuta smirked "don't like it? I can call you whatever you like. Usually that's a popular one". "With all the girls clamouring for your affection" you said dramatically "I can see why". "You know you're not what i expected" Yuta admitted and you smiled. "What were you expecting? Some naive bashful girl who blushes every time you look at her? A princess?" you asked pointedly. Yuta laughed "well yeah". "That's why you don't judge a book by its cover" you said finishing your drink and setting your glass down with a satisfying clink. "Night Yuta, thanks for the drink" and with a wink you walked away. Yuta watched you go, admiring everything about you and then you looked back and caught him. You smirked and kept going which drove him crazy. "So how did it go?" Taeil asked when Yuta got back to the table and Yuta shook his head "she's gonna be mine" making all the boys smile. When Yuta wanted something he always got it so this would be entertaining. Yuta started by going some research. Apparently there had been rumours about you and Seventeen's Jeonghan but there was no proof you had ever dated. You were friends with all the female idols but never really got involved with the males and after your conversation, Yuta understood why. You weren't afraid to roast them or shoot them down with your wit. He also watched your interviews and found some dance practices where you were free of your cute concept and you looked so hot. There was one where you smiled right at the camera and he actually shivered. He was typically the dominant confident one so this was really interesting to him. One useful thing his members did know about you was you frequently visited a nearby beach. Jaehyun jogged there regularly and said he'd spotted you often. So Yuta started jogging there too and finally spotted you one day sat reading with a Tzuyu. He patted Jaehyun telling him he was going to go over to you and decided to go for it. So he took his shirt off, ran in the ocean so his chest was wet and then *happened* to be jogging past you. He paused when he saw you and pretended he'd only just seen you. "Y/n?" he called and you looked up at him and paused which he took as a good sign. "Yuta...hey" you said trying not to glance at his body which was on full display. Yuta knew people liked his tattoos and he got why. That was half the appeal of getting them. He saw you lose the battle, glancing at them before looking away and he smiled. He carried on chatting with you pretending he wasn't aware of the look on your face. He stretched a little giving you a better angle at his tattoos and chest. You were still checking him out and he realised you thought he couldn't see because you were wearing sunglasses. "Well I have to run but just so you know my eyes are up here y/n" he said "those sunglasses don't hide those beautiful roaming eyes" and he winked. You blushed and Yuta grinned "later" and carried on running. Yuta kept it up. At every award show he'd find some subtle way to flirt with 'you. He'd catch your eye and smile or manoeuvre himself so he was near you. At the afterparty, he'd come up and flirt with you and he kept the beach jogs going to flaunt himself a little. He could tell you wanted him so one day he just went for it. You'd agreed to let him buy you another drink and kept checking him out. He was wearing a tight black outfit which he'd worn just for you. He could feel the tension in the air so just rolled up his sleeves and leaned closer. "Why don't we just end all of this cat and mouse stuff and go back to mine?" Yuta asked "I know you find me hot. I can see it in your eyes". "What makes you think just because I think you're hot that I'll sleep with you?" you asked leaning in closer too. Yuta just smiled "because I know you want to and you'll enjoy it so much...so just give in". You paused smiling "will I?". He nodded "I'll make sure of it" and went to kiss you but you turned away. "See...guys can give lots of big promises and then in the moment they can't deliver. How do I know you're not like that?" you asked and smiled. That smile killed Yuta. It told him you knew exactly what you were doing to him and were enjoying this. You were playing with him. "Y/n look at me" he said and you did. "It won’t be over until we're both a mess for each other and you’re completely satisfied in every single possible way. That's a guarantee because I'm not letting you go anywhere until that pretty smile is a tired one". You raised an eyebrow "big talk...let's see if you can live up to it". Yuta didn't need telling twice, he took your hand and tugged you upright. The crowds seemed to part sensing his urgency and there were several stops before you made it to his place. He first kissed you in the car and it took him 5 minutes before he remembered he was meant to be driving. Then on the way upstairs you broke off again and even outside his door. When you finally reached his bedroom Yuta was practically at breaking point but you just sauntered in and took a seat on his bed as if you had no urgency in the world. You purposefully took your time taking your shoes and jacket off and Yuta watched you entranced. "So are you coming or what?" you asked suddenly looking up at him and Yuta knew this was going to be a long night. The next morning When Yuta came downstairs mid-morning all the members looked at him. "What?" he asked and they laughed. "You were so loud!" Mark complained. "Poor Jungwoo is traumatised!" Haechan said. Yuta smiled "well just be grateful we actually made it to my room. Y/n and I had a bet that i wasn't about to lose". "So you won?" Taeyong asked and Yuta looked down "not this time" making all the members explode in laughter. After that Yuta was even more desperate for you. He'd been disappointed when he woke up to find you gone and one night wasn't enough of you. Of course he didn't give any of that away and played it cool in front of you but he wasn't. He watched you perform on stage and couldn't believe that innocent stage character was the girl who'd driven him further than anyone else. You were so good at playing these different characters it was impressive and more than a little hot. He wanted you again but you seemed so hard to reach and he had no idea if he had even had any effect on you. His members all found it hilarious. Typically he was the one dodging girls' calls or avoiding them but this time it was him. "She still hasn't called!" he said a week later and the members exchanged smiles. "Well have you called her?" Taeil asked. "No" Yuta said and he smirked "then she's the same as you". "Plus you did lose the bet" Johnny said with a smirk "seems like she knows you'll...come to her first as it were". The guys all laughed and Yuta shook his head determined not to...atleast this time. Your members also found it amusing because you and Yuta were so obviously interested in one another without either of you wanting to admit it. "So how are things with Yuta?" Jeongyeon. You shrugged "fine, I'm just having some fun playing with him". The girls laughed and Jihyo smiled "well it's definitely working, he's like putty in your hands". "Yeah cut him some slack soon y/n or you're going to kill him!" Daehyun commented. You smiled "he thought I was some naive pillow princess who would be so obliging and compliant...so I've got a duty to completely destroy that notion and make him work for it". Your members laughed in agreement "but y/n isn't it hard?" Chaeyoung asked "he is pretty hot". You shrugged when Momo carried on "and those tattoos! Tell me they're not impossible to lose it over". You paused and they all began to smile at your reaction. They all started laughing and you broke "I'll admit his tattoos and body in general are very good...i didn't initially plan on sleeping with him until I saw them". Your members all laughed at your confession and assured you they'd do the same. "He's hot but you're hotter" Jihyo said and you smiled "well he certainly seems to think so and I'm not going to disagree with him". At the next kpop afterparty, you still hadn't contacted him and somehow Yuta had managed to hold out too. However Yuta sighed as you walked through the door because you looked just as amazing as always. Jaehyun looked up when he heard Yuta sigh and smirked realising why as he spotted you. "Just go up to her". Yuta shook his head "no I need to be smarter, get some information on her...and I know exactly how" as he saw Seventeen walk in. Yuta waited for Jeonghan to go to the bar and appeared beside him. He nodded to Jeonghan which the boy returned and then started his mission. "I heard a rumour you were dating Y/n from the group Hestia" Yuta said. Jeonghan raised an eyebrow "really?". Yuta nodded "is it true?". Jeonghan shrugged "who knows" and walked away with his drink which wasn't the response Yuta wanted. He was expecting Jeonghan to reassure him they'd never been together. Now he was wondering if you were seeing him too! You saw Yuta the moment you walked into the bar but pretended you hadn't. He seemed to be doing the same to you but when Jeonghan told you what had happened at the bar you couldn't resist going over. Yuta was sat guarding the table texting when he felt someone behind him. "I heard you've been asking about me?" Yuta heard a voice say and turned to see you stood there. You were dressed in red, one of Yuta's favourite colours and it looked even better up close. Yuta paused "have I?". You smiled and took a seat next to him "Jeonghan and I have a deal. We always tell the other if anyone asks If we're together. It's a good heads up". Yuta nodded "so you are together then?". You shrugged "would that bother you if it were true?". Yuta paused "I guess that depends...if your boyfriend was happy for us to do what we did a few weeks ago then I'd have no problems with it". You smiled "and if he wasn't". "Then it's a little late I guess" Yuta joked and you laughed. "Good job he's not my boyfriend then huh?". Yuta looked at you "he's not?". "Nope" you said and Yuta smiled before trying to hide it "cool...good to know". "We did date for a while though" you said and Yuta looked up "you did?" feeling a little jealous. You nodded "yep, he was my first proper boyfriend and I learned a lot from him. See Jeonghan and I are very similar, we were very good together". "So why is he over there and I'm the person you're going home with tonight?" Yuta asked. You raised an eyebrow at Yuta's statement but didn't comment. "It just didn't work out for us...but we're still very good friends and are quite protective over one another". Yuta shrugged growing less and less fond of Jeonghan by the second. "Well I guess I'll just have to make you forget all about him then" he said placing a hand on your knee. "You think you can?" you asked "Jeonghan's pretty memorable you know" you smiled teasingly. Yuta shook his head "after I'm done you won't even remember your own name let alone his". He was inches away from you and with just a look from you he would be leading you out of here and back to his place. He stared at you desperately waiting for you to grant him that but you just smiled and gently placed a hand on his chest. "I'll call you when I want you" and walked away.

Yuta practically collapsed back into his seat and watched you go with a frustrated sigh. To make things worse, minutes later he saw you with Jeonghan and the boy actually smirked at him. Jeonghan made eye contact with Yuta and then led you away into the night with him. Yuta was more determined than ever that you’d be his. Protective ex boyfriends be damned. 

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Yuta’s butterfly tattoos are the hottest thing in SM along with Chanyeol’s abs and everything about Kai and that’s a fact...atleast for me 😂

Part 2 is now up and can be found here! 

[rosietaeyongswife]

stars | yuta nakamoto

genre: fluff, bit of angst wc: synopsis: never let the lost girl become friends with older guys. never. especially if they're friends with yuta nakamoto. an: quick piece of rubbish. rant maybe, idk. lmao i had to write bcs felt like it. admire my yuta nakamoto. i love him.

how much does it take to someone to finaly be able to listen to you? just once. you've always been there for your closest people. did anyone had issues? you were there to help. of course you were, because why not. you're here for it. you did all your best. but where were they when you needed them? nowhere to be seen.

it's always like you were the one to call. one to rant to. whatever. you did your best. never talks about you, but always listen and help others. when you've tried, topic lasted for a minute. next thing was their issue. isn't it unfair? even your own family. you just want to be listened which was near to impossible.

until you met new friends. until you and yuta crushed. most beautiful human being ever to exist. being around yuta felt like you're not just alive but you're actually living. he had never expected anything from you.

"i care." yuta shurgged, while holding you close. "i don't care about all your friends, nor family. knowing enough is enough, y/n. if you want to talk, do it. i'm there for you."

suddenly all you could feel was knot in your stomach. view in front of you was glossy, and tears went down your cheeks. it's bare minimum, you had never recived.

"yuta, i'd like you to hold me. let's just chill together, and stay in a moment. i don't know how much should i be grateful for you. i love you so much."

"don't say obvious things." yuta chuckled, and you could only stare into his pretty eyes. "one day, i want you with me. i want us to go back to japan. i want to spend my best times with you. i want to show you what you deserve. i love you always. you're stars in my dark universe."

yuta was always proud of you. smallest thing you've done, never failed to make him smile. yuta nakamoto is well aware of you. of your feelings. people you've met made you empty inside, and he's willing to do whatever to make you feel as happy as ever.

"you're doing great sweetie." he shows you thumbs up. "i'm recording it."

"yuta, stop."

both of you were in his kitchen. one cigarette in yuta's left hand, phone in his other hand filming how you were baking cupcakes for both of you. it felt embarrassing to be watched. yuta is crazily in love with you.

"i won't, duh. you're all pretty doing it all for us. i made five cupcakes, and here you are doing another ten. you're amazing, darling."

"yuta-" you stopped because he was in your face with phone. "please, you're can't be for real."

"smile for camera. one day, i'll show our kids these videos, you hate." yuta turned his phone, so back camera can film both of you. yuta with cigarrete in between his lips, and you awkwardly smiling at him. "to my future kids. here's your sweetest mother. she's still a bit embarrassed, because she's all new to affection and being someone's number one, but don't worry. daddy's taking care of her."

"yuta, why are you talking about kids?" you chuckled. "it's like, future? like too much to be talked about."

"i can promise you, it's true."

"whatever. hello our future kids. we're doing cupcakes because yuta said it's amazing idea. as you can see, he isn't the best authority to follow. bad influence for kids." you rolled you eyes. "why don't you throw this off."

"i won't. your dad is fuckin amazing, kids."

"he is." both of you were laughing. "yuta nakamoto is the best person i have ever met. i can promise you, everyone loves him so will you. your parents are fuckin best."

yuta ended video, and was laughing. "i love that my y/n is finaly letting herself be. i love you, darling."

"love you, yuta. forever."

maybe there's finaly person who wants to listen to you :)

[neochan]

please i cant stop thinking about a threesome w jeno and yuta.

for some reason i think there would be an air of jealousy surrounding these two. some kind of unspoken competition of who can please you more, and you get caught in the crossfire, getting pulled this way and that, yutas hands brushing over your throat and nipples, jeno's stuck between your thighs, thumbing your clit and grazing your g-spot. scowls beings thrown, growled commands as they let the other know just what they want. jeno wants to take you from behind but yuta thinks a sweet girl like you should have your pussy ate first, but when it comes down to it, you won't get the final say.