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scarletwinterxx · 3 months

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if life is a movie, you're the best part - na yuta imagine

helloooo- before anything, I SAW 127 LAST SUNDAY AND OH MY GOD I think Na Yuta bias wrecked me. I swear he caught my attention the whole night. His stage presence is on a whole another level.... that's why we're here right now.... so i hope you like this one! 💛

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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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yutahoes · 1 year

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Polarity

Teaser -Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six

characters: mafia boss! Yuta Nakamoto x innocent! florist! reader

summary: While running away, you seemed to be moving closer to the man you were avoiding. Are you even heading to the right direction?

chapter word count: 3.6k words

chapter genre: suggestive, fluff(?), angst(?)

chapter warning: mentions of death, mentioned character death, car accident, trauma, hospital, kissing, language, alcohol, Jung fucking Jaehyun

a/n: I am so excited to post this chapter, you have no idea. So without further ado, as requested by many, here is the next chapter. I'm going to dip for a while for suspense. Let me know what you think. 😉

There are a lot of triggers that don't sit well with minors so please keep in mind that some scenes are disturbing and purely fictional. Inspired by Koi to Dangan.

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Everything was black.

Momo’s voice was heard from a distance, crying for your name. There was a sudden faint light then a male voice calling for you and Momo. Those were the things you remembered when your body gave up on you.

Now, when you opened your eyes everything was white. A total contrast. You must be in heaven already.

But a person like you, who can’t even protect a young girl, doesn’t deserve to be in this place. Where are you exactly?

“You’re awake,” If this is heaven, why is Jaehyun here? “How are you feeling, baby?” Again with that pet name.

You groaned as you turned to your side, assessing the surroundings. It was a huge room with a huge window, different machines were beside the bed where you were lying in. And Jaehyun is smiling over you, wearing a white lab gown. “You’re a doctor?” That idea surprised you more than the fact that you’re in a hospital room.

He chuckled then nodded, “I cleaned your wound when you were shot, don’t you remember?” He did. But you never imagined that he was really a doctor. “And I have to take care of you now that you were stabbed.” You groaned at the reminder. The side of your stomach hurts so much. “And you were poisoned. You just hit the trifecta, sweetheart.”

Shot. Stabbed. Poisoned. Your guardian angel might be shaking her head at you now. But why are you in the hospital? What about Momo? “How about Momo? What happened to Momo? Is she hurt?”

Jaehyun shook his head, smiling that his dimple popped from his cheek. “She’s already so talkative. I missed it when she’s quiet.” So what happened isn’t a hallucination? Momo really did say your name. She did talk. But how? “She’s always here asking when you’re going to wake up.” How long were you even out? Jaehyun sat on your bedside and then held your hand, different tubes were attached to the back of your palm. “Honestly Y/N, I wasn’t sure if you’ll live. You lost a lot of blood and there’s so much phosgene in your lungs.” Phosgene? Is it that harmful? “It’s a miracle that you are awake now.”

So it really is your death? And in front of a young child? “Yuta was frantic when he brought you here. He even warned the doctors that if you die, he’ll kill everyone in this hospital.” The side of Jaehyun’s lips curled up. Wait, what? Yuta brought you to the hospital? The voice you heard was his? “Luckily, he had the same blood type as you so we didn’t have any trouble looking for compatible blood donors and if you needed a new lung, he’ll surely donate his.”

Your head is starting to ache at the information Jaehyun is telling you. Are you that severely injured? “Please don’t tell me Yuta donated his lungs.” The guy beside you laughed then shook his head. There are lots of machines beeping next to you, cords and tubes connected to your body. “How long was I here?”

“Two days.” If you were here for a long time, your dad might already be worried. “We already asked Sophie to talk to your dad so you don’t need to worry about it. She reasoned out a flower convention so take your time and heal.”

Jaehyun held your cheek, his eyes warm as he stare at you. “Y/N, you cannot run away from this mafia business anymore. You need to learn to protect yourself first.” He sighed, “I don’t want to see you in this hospital, in that state, ever again. Promise me that.” You nodded. It’s not like you wanted to do but what can you really do when faced with danger?

Maybe Jaehyun is right. You really cannot run away from this anymore. You’re already associated with the mafia. Your life will always be in danger. But what is the worst thing that can happen anymore? You’ve been shot, stabbed, and even poisoned. You’ll probably just have to wait for your death.

The doctors were extra careful with you, checking you from time to time. It’s also a wonder why your room is huge, with a single king-sized bed and an air conditioner. Normal hospital rooms aren’t even like this. What are you going to use to pay for this? Maybe you can just ask Jaehyun to move you to a different, less expensive room since you’re already healing.

You have been sleeping a lot that you were up even before the sunlight can be seen seeping in your window. You missed the flower shop and the bustling sound of the people from the city. Being in a hospital room is so confining. When are you going to heal?

To your surprise, the door of your room opened and a huge array of brightly-colored hydrangeas and tulips was seen. What is with all the flowers? But the person holding the basket, stopped when he spotted you awake. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” You shook your head, watching how he put the basket of flowers on the table. “How are you feeling?”

“In pain.” You said and he smiled, nodding. “Bored.”

“Young lady promises to come by later,” Mark claimed then took a yellow tulip from the bunch, handing it to you. “She has a lot of stories to tell you.”

So Momo is really talking. You can now speak the language as her. But somehow, you don’t want to get closer to her anymore. You put her in danger and you can’t even protect her. “I must have scared her.”

Mark shook his head, pushing his eyeglasses up the bridge of his nose. “The young lady suffered much more traumatic things than that.” Your eyes widened at that. It must really be hard for her to be part of the mafia group. Then it occurred to you, her mother. “Momo used to be really talkative when she was just a toddler,” You could see Mark’s serious face turn into a brighter one at the memory. You also realized that this is the first time you heard Mark say the young girl’s name. “She stopped talking when she saw her parents die.”

Wait, Mark said parents. “She was seated in the backseat when their car hit an upcoming truck.” What? They died in front of her? No wonder she had been traumatized. “We brought her to a lot of doctors to help her talk again but they cannot do anything.” He smiled warmly, “We didn’t expect that she’ll talk again.”

It was the only good thing that came up from this horrible incident. You’re happy that Momo can talk again. And honestly, you can’t wait to see her and hear her voice again.

“Wait,” You claimed upon realizing something, “Momo is not Yuta’s child?”

The younger guy shook his head and then chuckled. “Momo is his niece. The daughter of his older brother, the former mafia boss.” Wait, so Yuta isn’t the real mafia boss? And when his brother died, he took over the mafia group? “Yuta hyung was forced to take on the job so the responsibility wouldn’t fall on the young lady.” That’s why they call Momo young lady. You didn’t know mafia groups work like that. And if Yuta didn’t take on the job, a young child would be the Nakamoto group’s leader. Now, it all makes sense.

It isn’t just difficult for the young child. It also is difficult for Yuta. But if he isn’t a mafia boss, what would he be doing right now? Will you even cross paths with him? That was the thought running through your mind watching Yuta seated on the couch in your hospital room. “...And then I can call you on the phone now,” Momo claimed and you turned to her, returning to your senses. They were right when they said that Momo is now so talkative. She had been talking non-stop.

You smiled then held the back of her head, patting her hair. “I’ll wait for your call and maybe you can tell me the story of the pet rabbit you used to have.”

She grinned, nodding before hugging you. A light groan escaped your lips as she almost hit your wound. “I love it when you pat my head.” She whispered and you gave her a confused look, patting her head. “Mommy used to do it to me when I was young.” She lost her parents yet she’s still this cheerful. She had seen them die yet Momo is just like any kid, bubbly and sweet.

You smiled, gently patting her head. It was as if there were only the two of you in the room, the only two of you in the world. You love seeing her smile.

If it’s possible, you want to stay next to Momo all the time.

But you knew that is only wishful thinking.

You can’t. And it is because of the man watching the two of you. You sighed. Yuta is a dangerous man. He makes you crazy. He makes your heart beat tenfold in your chest. But he is the man that will bring you to danger. He might probably be the reason for your death.

Yuta asked for Mrs. Han, Momo’s nanny, to take her since you needed to take some rest. Pouting, you said goodbye to the younger girl who promised that she’ll come to visit you the next day and even bring you more flowers. You were ready to settle in for the day when Yuta stayed inside the room and just casually sat on the couch, reading his book. “Aren’t you leaving?”

“Do you want me to leave?” Do you want him to? But what is he going to do here? You don’t even know for yourself. Your mind is too messed up to even think about him. From your peripheral vision, you saw him put down his book. “Y/N, why did you do that?” You turned to him in confusion. Do what? “You should have run away."

What? Is he even hearing himself? “I can’t leave Momo alone.” He stood up and you lost all the words you wanted to say. Why is he still having this effect on you? You should be in the hospital psychiatric ward instead.

He sat on your bedside, picking up the petals of the hydrangeas that you and Momo had been playing with earlier. “You shouldn’t have come to the house in the first place.” What? “When I told your father about his debt, you should have run away.” Is that what he meant?

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, “My dad did say not to be involved but I can’t. He’s the only one I had left, I can’t run away and let him suffer alone.”

He brushed his hair up, his face serious. “Then is this your plan all along?” He asked, obviously frustrated. “First, to save my life then Momo’s life? You think we’ll be in debt because of what you did."

Is he serious? You only stared at him, not believing what you just heard. You didn’t know Yuta can be this shallow. “Do you think I want to be shot?” You chuckled, “That I want to be stabbed and get killed?”

“I'm not a masochist like you, Yuta. I don’t…"

Your words were cut off by his lips on yours. It was so fast that you weren’t sure if it was another dream. His hand was on the back of your head, holding you roughly. A complete contrast to the softness of his lips. His musky scent filled your senses, making your stomach churn as if butterflies decided to lounge inside. The beating of your heart, drumming in your ears. Your face heated up when he slipped his tongue between your parted lips.

A loud beeping can be heard and he hastily let go of his hold on you as if you’re on fire. This must be a dream. Must be a hallucination. Are you close to death that your mind is conjuring up these thoughts? Why did he kiss you?

The door opened and in came Jaehyun looking really worried. “What happened?” He asked then held your cheeks, urging you to look at him. “Are you hurt somewhere?” You wanted him to pinch you, to hurt you, and confirm if this was a dream or not.

The bed feels light when Yuta stood up. His dark eyes, piercing and deadly, stared at you. “Your debts are now paid. You don’t have to be associated with the mafia anymore.” Then he left, closing the door shut.

You blinked at what was happening. He set you free. The chance to run away. To return to your normal life. But why do you suddenly feel hurt? And if you’re feeling pain like this, then does that mean that the kiss was real?

"You and him,” Jaehyun whispered. “There's definitely something going on between the two of you."

But you only stared at Jaehyun, dumbfounded. This is confusing you.

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It didn’t take too long for you to heal or maybe because you just don't want to stay that long in the hospital. Instead of going home to your dad, you decided to stay at Sophie’s place for a while. She even updates you about your dad whenever she would bring food to your home. You didn’t want to go home in this state just yet. And you still have some matters to take care of.

Now that the debt is paid, you will be returning to the life you once had. The life before you knew the existence of Yuta Nakamoto. You can now focus on working in the flower shop and quit the job as a waitress in the nightclub.

An idea that Mama had a hard time accepting. “And here I am, waiting for you to be a hostess.” You smiled timidly, apologizing to her. "Is this about Yuta?"

It is. But you didn't even tell her why you needed the job in the first place. "Y/N, the world is a dangerous place. No one knows what will happen to us. But do you know what is the most important thing about living?" You shook your head and she smiled, a motherly smile that you always associate with Mama. She placed her hand on your chest, "Follow what your heart wants."

You didn't know why she suddenly said those words to you. And honestly, you still don't know what your heart actually wants. You just wanted to get back to your life. To not be confused by these feelings at all.

"You're leaving?" You nodded at Lexi who was leaning by the door. She still looks majestic in her glittery purple dress. "And I thought I could have some serious competition when you become a hostess." You stared at her in surprise.

"You think of me as competition?"

A smirk appeared on her lips, "Well, you did manage to attract Yuta Nakamoto in a short period of time." She flexed her fingers, staring at her pink nails. "It took me years to finally get his attention and that was when Kyoko left."

"Kyoko?"

"Yuta's first love." His first love used to be a hostess in the nightclub? "Gold digging bitch." She hissed under her breath. "Yuta even proposed to her but she rejected him." Proposal? Then it must be really serious. "The bitch married another leader from a rival mafia gang." What? Lexi rubbed her three fingers together, "Money."

Woah. Someone rejected Yuta over money? Isn't Yuta rich as well? How rich even is that other guy? "You like him." She claimed which made you look at her, wide-eyed. "You like Yuta Nakamoto." You do. But are you really going to confess it to her?

"Yuta cares about you." The statement shocked you. He doesn't. It's not possible. He's a mafia boss and you're just you. "At some point, you're the reason why he's coming here. You're losing a huge opportunity, Y/N." Then she started walking away, her heels creating a distant sound.

No. It really is impossible.

Yuta cannot like you. He always looks at you like he wants to kill you. His eyes are always cold. Deadly.

Your dad owes money from him. You saved him from a gunshot once. And that's the only connection you had with him. Nothing more, nothing less.

Those thoughts were running through your mind as you down another glass of beer. You were never the drinking kind but your mind is so clouded that you just wanted to be drunk. Jaehyun will definitely kill you. You have just undergone surgery and here you are killing yourself with alcohol. Well, he wouldn't get mad if he didn't know.

You realized how hard it is to drink alone on the fifth bottle you finished. You're at your limit, you cannot drink anymore. So you dialed Sophie's number, hoping she isn't too busy to pick up. It was the fifth ring when you stopped hearing the dial tone. “Sophie,” You slurred in your words. “Are you busy?”

“Were you drunk?” Why does her voice sound so low? Must be the effect of alcohol in your system. You hummed in response then asked her if she can pick you up, even stating the name of the bar where you are. She didn’t say anything after and just hang up the call which made you pout. Is she picking you up or not?

You were being a handful, you have to admit that. But there’s a lot running in your mind that this is the only solution you could come up with. You rested your head on the table when someone lightly tapped your cheek, asking you to wake up. Your eyes opened a little and a silhouette of a human was all you can see. “Let’s you go home, Y/N.” The person knows who you are so you just let him or her take you. It must be Sophie, you thought, she’s the only one who knows where you are.

You can just feel the moving of the car as you sleep. Your mind was blank and you were glad that you had a drink tonight. A little quiet time for your thoughts. Maybe you should do this more often. The car stopped and you were brought inside, your feet feeling like jelly as you take staggering steps. “Why did you drink so much?”

You smiled then stood erect to face Sophie. “Do you remember what you told me?” You pointed at her in your drunken state then smirked, “Do not let someone take away my innocence.” You pat her shoulder before laughing, “Yuta Nakamoto did.” Then you stopped, “I’m sorry Sophie, Yuta and I kissed…”

You leaned your head on her shoulder feeling the weight of your words. There’s really no denying that Yuta has this huge impact on you. And now that everything is done, can you even bear not seeing him again? You like him. You’re crazy for him. But it’s all obviously one-sided. “...And I want it to happen again.”

Everything was hazy but you felt as if you were swept by your feet, your back leaning onto something hard. Something soft can be felt dampening on your lips and the smell of musky cologne. It must be a hallucination. Why are you thinking of the kiss so much that your thoughts are once again imagining the images and the feelings? It must be the alcohol.

This is a sign that you wouldn’t drink too much again.

The lights were too bright when you opened your eyes, your lips groaning at the throbbing of your head. There’s nothing good in drinking alcohol and you have to remind yourself that this will be the last time you will drink that much. “You’re finally awake,” Sophie greeted as you approach the living room of her apartment. Why is her voice so loud in the morning? “You look bad.”

“I feel terrible.” You sat down beside her, leaning your head on her shoulder. “I’m sorry I bothered you last night.”

A giggle escaped her lips, “You didn’t.” Then she smiled, a wide smile that made your head hurt more. “I was a little entertained last night.” Wait, what did you do? “I guess you’re really not that innocent anymore.” Is this because you confessed to her that you and Yuta kissed? Or is there something more? “I didn’t know he’ll be that into you.”

“He? What are you talking about?”

“The man who brought you home.”

“You brought me home.” Right?

Sophie raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?” You nodded, even telling her that you called her. “You didn’t.”

You did. Immediately, you reached for your phone that was on the table. You knew you were drunk but you’re not that hammered. You were sure that…

A gasp escaped your lips at the name written on your recently dialed number. He was the one who brought you home? “And it must be a hot, steamy kiss if your lipstick’s smudge like that.” You looked up to see your reflection from the closed television screen, a lipstick stain on the side of your lips.

The kiss wasn’t a hallucination? Your eyes widened in realization. You really were kissed last night. The soft lips and musky cologne is real. But why?

Why would Jung Jaehyun kiss you?

Chapter Seven

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justwritedreams · 2 years

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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 ❤️❤️

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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.”

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rosietaeyongswife · 2 years

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always tought i was hard to love till you made it seem so easy |yuta nakamoto

GENRE: angst, fluff WC: 3416 SUMMARY: you and yuta had to go back together. feeling of lovesick is too much.

month has passed without yuta by your side, and it was one of the hardest times of your life so far. living without yuta was so complicated, and you felt like other part of you was taken away by leaving yuta. by the time you felt only worse, and thinking that pain will go away with time was dumb in your opinion. few days were bad but not the worst, but day after first few were worse day by day. realization hit you when you didn’t have any notifications or no one was checkin up on you. boys tried to contact you but you texted them saying that you can not be in touch with them for a while. they understood, of course they did. jaehyun told them everything, and it felt like punch straight to their heart knowing what had happened. his friend lost his girlfriend, and they lost their close friend almost like sister to them.

yuta also didn’t feel well nor he wanted to see his best friends. he couldn’t describe feeling he had even since you two broke up. it felt like history was repeating again, but this time he felt like worst person out here. he knew it was his fault this time and this time was harsher. sakura cheated on him, and took best part of him away and now he did quite the same. he couldn’t just understand why he felt so drained.

last meal he ate was like two days ago.

last time he drank something was day ago.

last time he talked with someone was a week ago.

he showered three days ago.

life felt empty without you by his side. little sunshine who made his days better. someone who understood or tried to understand him. yuta wasn’t aware how much he needed you by his side or how much he cared for you.

“are you going to spend your whole life like this?” haechan asked his hyung, when he stormed into his house. ��i am not going to tolerate my friend acting like dumbass.”

“why are you here?” yuta’s voice sounds so tired it made haechan worried even more. “i didn’t invite you and taeyong.”

“we don’t need invitation for such a occasions. your whole place is a mess, and you stinks and look like hell. oh my god. ew. “haechan had to look at the the other side. “go take a shower or something. stink.”

“really, i can’t believe he let himself make mess out of his place. i can’t understnd him for shit. he didn’t care for y/n, and now he acts like heartbroken asshole.” taeyong hissed. “oh really, it’s stinks so much here i can’t even think straight.”

“i know right. he just didn’t take care of this place while he is the person who takes care of it so much.” haechan went for some paper to clean. “i think he really is affected by break up.”

“i am surprised he is.” taeyong was wiping the floor. “i tought he doesn’t like her like that. i mean, he really stood her up so many times, and now this. impossible.”

“i wish i knew what was going through his head.”

“yeah me too.”

yuta was busy to care for their words. he showered finaly, and again didn’t know what to do with himself. he wished you were there making some dumb ass, not funny jokes and making him laugh because of your reactions. it was really getting on him - tought of loving you. what if his heart wasn’t empty, but he made himself believe it is? what if he really loved you?

jaehyun was with doyoung talking about their jobs, and suddenly they spotted you buying some cheap ass books. they tried to hide, and watch you from afar. it’s seems like you didn’t care much about your appearance since you have comfy clothes on you, being without makeup and hair were up in ponytail. doyoung just could shake his head.

“she is a mess.”

“i see.” jaehyun nodded. “only if yuta wasn’t so selfish.”

“i think yuta love her.”

“what?”

jaehyun almost choked on his saliva.

“he is living mess right now. right after break up. i think he convinced himself he doesn’t love y/n to not be hurt again. but in the end he fell for her.”

“do you think so?” jaehyun asked with hopes. “i mean, they are made for each other. that’s sure. i guess they are soulmates or something. they are each other’s halfs, but it doesn’t change a thing. the way he treated her is awful.”

“i just point out fact. yuta must have feel horrible. he didn’t contact us at all for a week straight. it’s weird of him. it must be break up that affects him so much.”

as you were looking at books you just bought, someone approach you. it was a girl with a child in a stroller. she was little bit older than you, and was looking very clean. what made it weird, was the fact she was looking directly at you.

“excuse me?” she spoke. “y/n?”

“what?” you turned to look at her. “who are you?”

“i am sakura.”

your heart skipped a beat when you get to know her name. words from boys came to your mind, and suddenly you felt dizzy.

“it’s you.” she nodded. “what do you want?”

“let’s just go grab a coffe, and take a sit. i think it’s going to be kinda long conversation.”

as she said, both of you were sitting in small restaurant in a mall. her child was sleeping in the stroller, and this kid looked so peacful it made you feel calm. she is a mother. she must be a good person or at least be responsible.

“so, may i know why are we here?”

“i am not sure if yuta had even menitoned me.” she looked at you with small smile. “i bet he didn’t.”

“no, he had never menioned any sakura. only his friends.”

“they must tell you i am crazy.” she giggled, and you nodded nervous. “i expected that to be honest. i mean, i am not surpirsed either. i am sakura. min sakura. i am ex girlfriend of yuta.” your eyes widened. “i know why yuta had never told you about me, and i respect that. it’s obious after all the things that happened. i think i need to talk with you to make things clear, and have peace at mind.”

“i have never known yuta had a girlfriend. we were talking a lot but he never told me about you or your child.” you looked at the child again. “is it his?”

sakura just laughed loudly, and excuses herself.

“no, of course no! i am married right now. it’s my husband’s kid. yuta wouldn’t like to child so fast like me right now.” she smiled. “i just wanted to meet you because i feel like i own this to yuta or something. he hates me from the bottom of his heart, but i still see him as a friend. as a person i should check on or take care at least. i have done so many mistakes while being in relationship with him, and i regret all of it. even tho a year or more passed, i still have toughts that are keeping me up at night.”

‘wait, wait. i am a little bit lost. when both of you have dated?”

“year and half ago. for a four years we have been in relationship. i think i should tell you this since yuta is very complicated person, and both of you may had some issues with comunication, and-”

“we broke up. i am no longer his girlfriend.”

she looked at you with surprised face.

“what do you mean?” she asked with curiosity. “don’t you mind to tell me? i think i may help.”

“yuta is very closed person inside. i have never known what was going on through his mind. he is walking question mark. he has never spoke about this feeling or worries which made me sad, because i wanted to try and help him but he never let me.” you looked at your hands while remembering all the tmes with him. “also, he just didn’t care. it felt like i am in relationship with his friends instead. he stood me up a lot of times. he just wasn’t there when i needed him, but i was always next to him while he needed support. i was with him. i tried to do best of me, but apperantly..” few tears appeared in your eyes. “he didn’t love me. he wasn’t sure.of us, and needed space.”

sakura looked at you with real sincerity, and worried expression.

“yuta. it’s not like him.”

“yup, it was yuta. i guess we just weren’t meant to be. he was cold to me, and i guess he was your amazing boyfried.”

“oh y/n.” she tried to smile. “you see i have done so much damage to him i should be burning in hell. yuta was always like this. he had trust issues his whole life as guys told me about him, and his past. he is mysterious person, because had never anyone to vent to. yuta had been alone most of the time when he first came to south korea. you see, his parents are stuck in tokyo and had never made any attempts to come to see his son in korea. he had never told me but it was obvious he missed them, and wanted them to be with him.”

“that’s why he doesn’t speak about his parents.” you admited, and she nodded.

“yeah. it took him awhile to be finaly able to leave here comfortably. ever since i got to know him, he had troubles with showing his emotions, and he had never open up to anyone but to his friends. they are like his brothes. then we started dating, and after a yearr he told me he love me. it took him a whole ass year to say it.”

“you seem like really colected person, and i don’t uderstand why both of you broken up. you seem like his ideal type.”

“oh y/n. i am monster for what i have done. and please listen to me untl the end.” she sighed. “i was cheating on him.” you choked on your saliva. “after two years together i had an affair. for four years of dating, i was seeying another guy. this guy is yoongi, and he is my husband and faher of my son. you see, yuta gave me everything and i appreciated that. he was person i was the closest to but i don’t think this bond was romantic from my side.” she was busy thinking. “i saw him as a friend. best friend. and i realized that after few months of dates with yoongi. i felt so shameful, and disgusted. i am still. me having family now doesn’t erase my past.”

“wow, i have never imagined he was getting cheated on, and you also doesn’t look like a girl who would do it.”

“of course. i know right. i know what i have done was selfish, and bad. but you know now about it, so you might know why there was lack of comunication. i just got his trust, and destroyed it. and i know few things from few people about it, and let me tell you.” she smiled. “i am sure he loves you. he tries to act like he doesn’t but he does. believe me.”

“so you’re telling me he was affected by you and that’s why our relationship looked like that.”

“yes. he didn’t tell you a lot of things, and he still don’t know about trust in you. i guess both of you have to talk.”

“do you really think he loves me? i mean i heard what he said-”

“yuta is person who loves truly. he might not show it, but he does. i am sure. both of you should talk. i know from jungwoo’s sister that yuta is living mess since both of you broken up. he is going through heartbreak. and i guess he noticed he loved you all the way from the beginning.”

“oh my god thank you sakura.” you stood up. “i need to talk with him. thing you have done was really bad, and me as yuta wouldn’t be pleased with you being around but you try to make it up, and it’s awesome. i appreciate that. thank you for advice, and story of his past. thank you!” she smiled, and you were about to leave. “ah and. i hope you, and your husband will have calm lifes with your son. he lookes adorable, and i am sure both of you are happy parents with your kid. thank you once again.”

conversation with sakura gave you a little bit of hope that you, and yuta should just talk with each other.

yuta just ended his shower, and came back to living room to see clear place. they literally cleaned his place and make something to eat. taeyong was showing something on his phone to haechan when yuta took sit next to them on the coach.

“you look instantly better than before.” taeyong praised him. “doesn’t it look good? clean space for you.”

“ah yes. thank you guys.” yuta smiled softly. “you didn’t have to do it at all since it’s my place and i am the one responsible for it.”

“you good dude.” haechan laughed. “but since we were kind enough to clean your area, can we talk about last events?”

yuta was stressed because of this topic even tho he knew this day will come sooner or later. his friends were also your friends and both of you have broken up which gave them right to ask questions. they wanted their best for yuta.

“what do you want to know?” he asked with head down. “i guess jaehyun told you everything.”

“i want to know why you act like you don’t love her. why you convinced yourself to act like heartless boyfriend.”

taeyong was quick to ask his question since it was trapping him for a longest time ever. everyone tought yuta just simply doesn’t have feelings for you but at the end of the day it’s him who goes through it the most. even you had better well being than he.

“because i -” he had to find words. “i don’t know. i don’t have feelings for her, and i will never have, she was justy person in my life and-” he stopped, because it’s seems like he was just trying to convince himself with his own words. “we just didn’t work out. we are done.”

“you yourself doesn’t believe in your own words yuta.�� haechan said annoyed. “i think you should for once be honest with us and yourself.”

“how the fuck? i don’t know. i just.” yuta was lost in his words. “i am just scared of this feelings, and love or whatever. i didn’t want to get hurt again so i tought ignoring her would be the best for us, me.” taeyong just sighed. “i know it sounds so fucked but i am honest. i was sure i don’t like her in that way, and now i am stuck in here. feels like i am lovesick.”

“you are lovesick, and you’re the dumbest person i have ever met nakamoto yuta.” taeyong could only stare at him blankly. “be honest. do you miss her?”

“of course. it feels like part of me was taken away. i still check if she text me or something.”

“would you like to talk with her? spend time with her?”

“my wish. i’d like to talk.”

“do you love her?”

“i-”

doors of his flat was open, and you just run to his living room. out of breath, tired and excited. yuta could look at you, and his friends smiled warmly when they saw you.

“yuta. stop.” you said. “we should talk a little bit.”

“i think you’re right y/n.”

haechan and taeyong got up, and left.

“sit please.” yuta said so you did. “i also wanted to talk with you about our break up and mess i’ve caused.”

“i met sakura.”

yuta tought he heard wrong. so many toughts gathered in his head, and it felt like dream. it was impossible how could you do it.

“what the fuck?” he said angrily. “how did she find you? what this bitch wanted from you? tell me and i will handle things well. did she blackmail you or was rude, you can tell me so i-”

“she wasn’t. she was actually very nice, and put together. she gave me few advices about us, and tell me things you have never tried-”

“my past is just very complicated to me, and i didn’t feel like you have to know.”

“but i wanted to know. i wanted to be by your side and support you with everyhting. that’s what i hate about you. gosh. why couldn’t you talk with me? i trusted you and i told you everything while you were holding it in yourself. i was ready for anything. i wish you could told me about your parents or sakura.”

“these topics brings only pain to me, and i didn’t want you to see me as sensitive asshole or something.”

“i would never see you like this. i really put my all into our relationship when you gave least of you. i wish you could see me as real girlfriend. you have no idea what you put me trough thinking you’d protect me.” yuta couldn’t hold eye contact because of this words. “i know sakura really fucked up, and cheating is the worst thing in a relationship but i was there for you. i had hoped you see me as a lover. i know i was wrong, and you don’t or never will see me as one which is fine. i am not even your type considering sakura, and type of girls you must like.” you laughed. “gosh, it’s seems like i don’t know you at all.”

yuta could feel like his heart was breaking in half. he had no idea it’s what you felt whole time.

“what the fuck? i saw you as lover, and i still do, i swear. no one is better than you, and you are my type. of course you are. and god, the things you know about me not other know. even guys doesn’t know what you do or sakura. you’re the one who was the closest to me. i fucked up. i really did, because i was scared i fell for you hard but i guess it was destiny.” he giggled. “life without you simply sucks. my body aches for you, and i miss you. i want to have you in my arms, and treat you good. i want to kiss you, and talk about some nonsens. please y/n.”

“i am not sure of what you’re talking. past few months you weren’t the nicest, and-”

“it was my mistake. i didn’t appreciate the woman i have besides me. please come back. i will never do such a things. i will be the most amazing boyfriend you could ever have. i do everything to make you the happiest. just come back.” he said almost crying. “my bedroom feels empty withouth you, and space here is too much just for me.”

yuta’s hands was now on your face.

“i don’t know. you were really upsetting me majority of time, and-”

you didn’t get to end what you were about to say since yuta kissed you hard. suddenly you forget about all the surrending, and only thing that matters was yuta kissing you. all the emotions went through this kiss, and it was the best feeling ever. as if someone brought your other half to you. part of you were found in this kiss.

“please. i can’t go on this long without you.” yuta was holding your face. “i love you. i love you y/n, and i wish to spend rest of my life next to you.”

“i think i love you too.”

you couldn’t look at yuta, but he touched your chin to look at him.

“don’t be shy. we will work things out. we are good, right?” you nodded. “god how much i missed you. i feel full finally.”

“me too. like part of me is back.”

“exactly. i am so thanful to you.”

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blu-joons · 2 years

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BEST FRIEND NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Yuta Nakamoto

A ⇴ ATTENTION

He was incredibly attentive towards you more than anything else, Yuta liked to keep an eye on you because he liked to know that you were safe, and most of all that you were smiling wherever you were too.

B ⇴ BICKER

You definitely had your moments when the two of you would bicker, if Yuta pushed you far enough then you definitely wouldn’t be afraid to bite back at him. He wouldn’t be able to let you have your moment when you did want to bicker with him too, and so he’d start bickering back at you and try to beat you.

C ⇴ COMFORT

He was always there whenever you needed him, Yuta never let you comfort yourself, he did it for you instead. He didn’t care how long it took to cheer you up, or how big of a problem that you were facing either, Yuta would stick with you until he was able to see your smile again and know that you were alright.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

You could probably count on one hand all of the disagreements that you’d had with Yuta over the years, that was how few you’d had together. Yuta especially never let an argument happen, even if it sometimes meant having to just walk out of your apartment and give you a bit of space for a little while. He would wait too until you messaged him and realised exactly why Yuta had decided to walk out.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

It almost felt as if you didn’t have much of a choice but to get along with Yuta when you first met him, both of you were well and truly thrown in at the deep end as you moved around the world and met in Korea. Neither of you knew what to expect, but as two of the foreigners in the new batch of trainees, you found yourself bonding over how lost you felt and how overwhelmed you were by what was going on.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Yuta’s family loved to find out about you, as they never really felt like they really knew you well enough. Despite what Yuta had told them, and the couple of times that you’d met them, they wanted to learn more about the person that Yuta called his best friend. If Yuta mentioned something about you, they pushed him about it and wanted to learn more so that they could get to know you even from afar.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

If the two of you wanted to go out and hang out somewhere, you’d never let anything get in your way. Yuta especially was more than happy to stand his ground if someone took a photo of you guys or approached you both, the only thing he wanted was to make sure that the two of you had a good time together.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of messing around and laughing until your sides hurt as you never quite knew when to stop. It would only be when one of you ended up roaring in pain from a stitch that you’d realise that you were both rolling around on the floor and struggling for breath in between laughter.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

Between the two of you, you had plenty of inside jokes as you often found yourselves just observing the things around you. Even just watching Yuta sometimes and the way that he behaved gave you an inside joke to try and remember as he humiliated himself, and you refused to let him forget it after it happened too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Whilst he had plenty of time for your friends and getting to know them, if any of them ever tried to overshadow him or make a claim to being your best friend, the smile on Yuta’s face would very quickly drop. It would only be a little change, but something that as his best friend you could always pick up on, there would be a slight bitter tone to his voice as he tried his best not to feel envious of anyone.

K ⇴ KICKS

Yuta got a kick out of seeing you do well, he was by far your biggest fan and always cheered for you no matter what it was that you were doing. If there was ever anything going on for you then Yuta would try his best to be there, but if he couldn’t be, he’d still let you know that he was cheering you from afar.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved how easy it was to be your best friend, it never felt like a job or effort for Yuta, he just loved being around you and spending time with you. Everything felt a lot simpler when you were around for Yuta, if he didn’t have the answers, than you would, or if he was struggling to make sense of something, you’d be able to solve it easily for him and help him out, just like how he would for you too.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met when you were trainees, as you were both foreigners you naturally just seemed to gravitate towards one another to try and make sense of everything that was going on. You soon bonded over your moments of confusion as you tried to navigate your way in your new worlds.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

If there was one person that Yuta knew that he could definitely relax around, it was definitely you. He never worried with you as he knew that you would only ever just see him as him and nothing else.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Yuta was obsessed with how kind your heart was and how you always had his best interests at heart. He knew more than anything else that you always looked out for him, and that you always had his back too.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

Nothing meant more to Yuta than being able to see you with his family as it was something that didn’t happen all too often too. Seeing you getting along, and most of all seeing everyone bond with one another too was the most important thing to Yuta, he just wished that it could happen more often than it did.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

The inquisitive part of Yuta was often asking you questions as he always wanted to find out more about you, as your best friend he knew that there was always something new to learn further down the line.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

One of Yuta’s favourite things to do was share photos and videos of you with the fans, usually embarrassing ones, in the hope that it would make them connect with you. You never minded as you wanted to try and get along with all of Yuta’s fans too, even if there were the odd couple that didn’t quite get behind you.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

The luxury of working at the same company meant that you often got to see each other either at work or at events that you were doing. Whoever performed second usually found that the other stayed behind to watch their performance, or when you were at work, you’d hide at the studio to watch and support.

T ⇴ TRIPS

It was always a debate as to whose home country you went to whenever you had some time to go on a trip. You tried your best to take it in turns so that you could see your families or be welcomed by the other’s.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

Since day one you had been there for Yuta and that was always something that he valued incredibly highly from you.

V ⇴ VISITS

Whenever it seemed like you were going through a tricky time, Yuta would be there. No matter how many times you’d tell him that you’d want to be alone, he wouldn’t listen, knowing that you were always lying.

W ⇴ WISDOM

He worked hard to give you good advice, Yuta tried his best to make himself helpful so that you’d continue to rely on him.

X ⇴ XXXX

The two of you are well known for how affectionate you are as friends, although at times your other friends like to tease the two of you for it, neither of you ever mind, you just enjoy how you are and know you’re just friends.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his rock, whenever Yuta needed someone, you were there for him.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Most of the time you invite Yuta to stay at your place rather than stay at the dorm, giving him somewhere to rest for a while that’s quiet and where he can sleep without a manager disturbing him to get up.

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mokitariau · 2 years

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one last summerㅣseventeen.

“greece, my heart is yours”.

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one last summer masterlist.

#yuta nakamoto #yuta #yuta nct #nct #social media au #yuta social media au #yuta imagine #yuta scenario #yuta fanfiction

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todorokies · 4 months

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yuuta who likes his girlfriends a little mean. girls who will scoff and roll their pretty eyes at him for his attempts at keeping your attitude in check. girls who will spit venom and give him a challenge. girls who like to push his buttons to see how long it’ll take for their boyfriend, who has the patience of a saint, to finally snap.

but all yuuta can do for the moment is send a soft smile your way and gently press a chaste kiss on your forehead, “what am i ever gonna do with you?” he’ll ask rhetorically.

he likes when you push him around a bit just to ruff him up, y’know? his knees turn into jelly whenever you firmly grab onto his strong bicep and drag him in the direction you need him the most or when you tightly squeeze on the collar of his shirt just for him to trail behind you like a puppy with stumbling feet.

his sweet and calming nature has you almost regretting starting something you know you couldn’t finish, but yuuta isn’t one to mind, in fact, he encourages your behaviour just to get a kick out of it.

when an argument arises with another person and you’re clearly in the wrong, yuuta will be ten toes down to defend you whilst trying to defuse the situation at hand in a cordial manner. however, you can’t ignore the subtle pinches caused by him on your upper thigh meaning you’re in for an earful behind closed doors.

but just like any other human, yuuta has his limits. he can only tolerate your bratty attitude to a certain degree. once that line of patience finally withers away with your cheeks tightly squished together by his cold hand as he sends you a deathly glare that makes your heart skip a beat or two, you know you’ve ultimately worn him down.

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xxsabitoxx · 3 months

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Yuta is sick of you getting injured, so he decides to take matters into his own hands…

Yuta, fucking you with the intent of getting you pregnant so you have to stop being a sorcerer for a long while. All because he can’t stand to see you keep getting injured because of your strenuous curse technique.

Yuta who has you nearly bent in half, hands gripping the back of your knees with such ferocity that you’re sure there will be nail indents left behind.

Yuta who has your knees nearly touching your chest, his full body weight on top of you as his hips piston in and out of your sopping cunt.

Yuta who is babbling nearly incoherently about how this will keep you safe, that you’ll be such a good mommy, that you’ll never have to worry about getting injured ever again.

Yuta, who only whimpers in return when you babble the same sort of nonsense, begging him to make you a mommy.

Yuta, who’s coming inside of you in record time, not daring to pull out after and not even thinking about setting your legs down. Mumbling about how he needs to make sure all of it stays inside.

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yuwuta · 5 months

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AFTERGLOW. — JJK BOYS + JEALOUSY

❝tell me that you’re still mine, tell me that we’ll be just fine, even when i've lost my mind

featuring. gojo, inumaki, nanami, okkotsu

content. a character study in jealousy, no content warnings, no smut in this version, fem reader

word count. 2.8k

SATORU GOJO You’re attempting to finish getting ready for the evening and Satoru has taken his favorite activity: filing through every crevice of your room like he’d been hired as a private investigator. Even though he knows that you know that he’s nothing more than a nosy idiot, Satoru claims that it’s an important and intimate routine that he should know the ins and outs of your living space just as well as you know his—“You know exactly where I keep my boxers, and I don’t even think I’ve seen the inside of your closet—oh, hey, this is cute,” he grins, sticking out his impossibly long arm to shake a thin, lacy bodysuit on a hanger, “How come you’ve never shown me this, huh? Maybe you should wear this instead, it seems easier to take—ouch.”

He groans at the impact of your hairbrush against his shoulder, then swiftly proceeds to pout and whine about how mean you are to him when you return to ignoring him in favor of applying the final touches to your makeup. Your closet seems to be of little interest to him after that, as Satoru crosses the room to hover around you at your vanity instead. He leans in too closely, as if watching you apply bronzer was a novel sight to him. You flip your brush quickly, barely tapping at his nose and laughing at his scrunched reaction.

“Your reflexes aren’t so sharp today,” you tease. You’re prepared for a witty response, and when you glance, there’s a familiar mischief shimmering in your boyfriend’s eyes; but, then his gaze ventures slightly past you, and all signs of playfulness drain from his face. Instead of getting revenge, or annoying you further, Satoru reaches over your body and into a shallow jewelry dish to pick up the bracelet he’d spotted. It’s a dainty little thing, thin gold with a small heart in the middle glittering with shiny stones, that he threads along his fingers with scrutiny before standing up straight to dangle it in front his face for further inspection, “This is new to me.”

Perhaps you’d spoken too soon, because only Satoru would spot that one piece of jewelry amongst the others swimming the tray. His eyes flutter between the bracelet and you, and you can practically hear the gears turning in his head, and the accusation he won’t say outloud—did you buy yourself heart-shaped jewelry, or is there something else going on here?

You sigh and keep your expression and voice neutral, your attention seemingly still focused on the finishing touches of your makeup, “It’s new to you because I haven’t worn it in years,” you tell him, “My ex gave it to me.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you occupy yourself with your mascara, before Satoru speaks, “That makes sense, it doesn’t look all that promising. What is it—barely gold plated?” he taunts, sweeping away his air of concern with one of mockery, standing up straight to twirl the bracelet around his index finger, “Figures your ex boy toy had no taste for the finer things in life. You’re worth more than this, my darling.”

You shake your head with light laughter, patting in the remnants of your setting spray before standing. Satoru continues on, rambling about the poor construction of your commercially produced bracelet—holds it between his index finger and thumb like it’ll poison him if he exposes it to too much of his skin, and you can’t help but smile as you reach for the lapel of his blazer to pull him down for a kiss. He has no words of objection to this, pulling you in by the waist for another and another and another, before you finally pull away, “Come, let’s go. I don’t feel like getting lectured by Utahime for your tardiness again.”

You’re too preoccupied for the rest of the evening to notice the item missing from your jewelry dish. What you do notice, two afternoons later, shortly after Satoru has left to pick up Nanami from the airport, is a blue velvet box with your name written in pretty, gold cursive along the top—and inside, a gold tennis bracelet, glittering with diamonds, with a necklace to match. You have no doubt they’re legitimate, if not for the way the sparkle, then by the text that rings through on your phone after you question Satoru:

from: satoruwu 🫧🩵 — only the best for my baby <33

TOGE INUMAKI

Toge knows that the price of coffee has gotten way out of hand, but what bothers him more is the decreasing pace of said coffee getting made and the increase of crazy, caffeine addicted people who feel the need to be loud around him while he’s waiting for his drinks. You, however, seem to take pleasure in his suffering, as you always thank him and coo, saying he looks cute despite his grumbly demeanor, “You always look like you fought a war for two cups of coffee, Toge.”

He rolls his eyes as he steps into your apartment, not minding the sound of your giggling behind him. He sets the drinks on your island, and pulls out a stool to sit on. You round the marble, reaching him just as he’s pulled down his mask for a thank you kiss to his cheek. He wants to make you suffer for longer, but when you lean against him, he can’t help but to return the hug and kiss your forehead—you’re welcome, always.

Still, he pokes at your head, waits until you dig your head out of his shoulder with curious eyes, before he points to the Keurig sitting in the corner of one the wall-mounted counters, and moves his hands to sign, “Why keep that if you spend all my money on coffee?”

“Rude. I offer to pay all the time,” you chide, poking at his collar bone and standing straight. You make your way back to the opposite side of the counter, and reach to a drawer to fetch a straw, before shrugging, “My ex left it here when we broke up. I keep it for the aesthetic—I’m not even sure if it works.”

A myriad of thoughts runs through Toge’s mind—most importantly: had your ex left other things here, and how quickly could he get rid of them?

“Besides,” you break his murderous train of thought, “None of the pods make good espresso. Couldn’t even make my hot girl latte if it worked.”

“Your ‘hot girl latte’ is iced,” Toge signs.

Under normal circumstances, a comment like that would earn him a flick to the forehead, but you can tell that behind the sarcasm, Toge is actually upset. So, in lieu of teasing him, you walk back over to him; settling yourself behind his stool to give him a back hug. You lean your cheek against his shoulder and press a small kiss there, “You’re cute.”

Toge huffs, shaking his shoulders for dramatic effect. You laugh, leaning up to give him another kiss on the cheek. “You’re cute and you have nothing to worry about. It’s an old coffee machine.”

He hums, taking another sip of his coffee before turning, barely bumping the top of your forehead, so you can see his raised eyebrow. You lean up to press a kiss to his lips, “You’re cute, and you have nothing to worry about, and I love you.”

He finally smiles again, content, and grants you another kiss to your forehead. With his mood back to normal, the two of you finish your coffee and carry on with your scheduled study session as normal (normal being Toge leaving you alone for all of twenty-seven minutes, before he starts taking videos of you with various outrages Snapchat filters on).

However, the following day when you return from your classes, there’s four new items on your kitchen counter: a silver espresso machine, a reusable Starbucks cup (already filled with your usual drink), a neatly folded apron decorated with cartoon Shiba Inus, and a small card with Toge’s bubbly handwriting on it: “Don’t worry, I’ll still pay for you $6 pink drinks, but if you wanted to thank me by making coffee in just the apron, then I wouldn’t complain ;)”

KENTO NANAMI Kento is a rational man; he favors using logic to carry out decisive actions, rather than letting his emotions get the best of him. So, the rational part of him knows that it’s not a big deal that the lunch bag and bento-style tupperware you bring to work was a gift from your ex-girlfriend; but there’s a small, ugly, green part of him overrun with jealousy and another bitter-tasting feeling he can’t quite name.

Because it’s not that important. It makes sense that you keep using them—the lunch bag is nice, leather, sleek, and insulated, and the tupperware is sturdy and functional. The whole system is sustainable, practical. It was a good present, one that objectively serves a good purpose whether or not it was given by an ex or not.

Maybe that’s what he hates so much. That this person still has room in your life, even though you haven’t spoken to them since you’ve met him. Kento doesn’t like that reminder—that there are people out there who might be a good fit for you, a better one than him. Those ugly feelings aside, there’s a sour taste in his mouth when he packs your lunch now; knowing that the food he cooked for the two of you—the meal you’re both going to indulge in—sits in a container gifted to you by an ex-lover.

Irrational to the point of being unfocused, he doesn’t realize how close the glass is to the edge of the counter, and when he turns to scoop more rice, he accidentally knocks it over with his elbow. It breaks into tiny pieces on the ground, the small portion of rice and chicken spilling onto the ground. The sound draws you out of your bedroom, mascara wand in hand and robe still on to call for him, “Kento? Everything okay?”

“I… it was an accident,” he explains, setting the spoon down in favor of reaching for a napkin, dropping to his knee with a light sigh, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break it.”

Your laughter surprises him, prompts him to look up at you with broken glass shards pooled in his palm, “You don’t have to worry so much! It happens, we have a million more.”

There’s something about the way you don’t seem to acknowledge it being special to you in any way—Kento’s not even sure if you recognize what broke—that reassures him. Because it really was an accident, but Kento doesn’t mind that he managed to break this particular plate.

When he shoos you back to getting dressed, he finishes picking up the broken glass shards. There’s a certain lightness to his actions now, petty as it may be, he’s happy. Spends extra time writing a note for you to see when you unpack your food before he retires to the bathroom to start getting ready himself.

Maybe he could do something about that lunchbox next. You don’t seem to mind.

YUUTA OKKOTSU Thursdays are Yuuta’s favorite day of the week because on Thursdays, you two meet up at your spot, which is really just a set of twin benches in the west quad, but it’s your place and Yuuta loves it. You will have reserved a study room in your favorite library, and Yuuta will buy snacks for your study session before you both head to the library in an attempt to finish up your work for the week in order to keep your Friday evenings free.

Yuuta usually gets to the bench before you, a combination of the engineering building being a little bit closer, and his legs being a lot longer. He doesn’t mind waiting for you, as it’s usually his first time seeing you in two days (your Tuesdays are too packed for anything other than a shared coffee break between lectures, and Wednesdays are his hell days), and spotting you through the crowd of dissipating students always brings a smile to his face.

You look cute today, an oversized sweater enveloping your frame that Yuuta can imagine you cozying into and nearly dozing off in your dreaded microbiology lecture. He laughs to himself at the mental image, just as you stop in front of him to ponder, “Something funny?”

Yuuta shakes his head, leaning down to kiss your forehead with a proper greeting. “Nothing,” he reassures you, reaching around to pull your backpack off of your shoulders, and slings it over one of his, “You look cute. Did you mean to buy a sweater big enough to double as a blanket?”

“The oversized look is in,” you scrunch your nose and roll your eyes, letting Yuuta take your hand in his despite his teasing, “I don’t even think I bought this, honestly. It might be Todo’s? Or Toge’s—it might even be Maki’s at this point.”

Yuuta freezes. He feels the world stop and a million different emotions surge through him at once, but the most prevalent of them all is something ugly and green. He could deal with Toge, though he doubts he’s the culprit. While you two shared a penchant for oversized clothing, Toge was more often than not the thief, rather than the lender, and he’s pretty good at keeping his collection of stolen goods under lock and key. Maki was out of the question, too, because you shared a class with Nobara earlier today, and there’s no way you’d have made it out of there wearing her girlfriend’s sweater.

So it probably was Todo’s. And Yuuta had said you looked cute. Though he wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole, his moment of self-pity is waning, and overcast by something steely, something too-hot bubbling in his chest. The question of why you have it goes over his head—he’s not concerned with that, nor will he fault you for it—the matter at hand is that you’re wearing it. And, sure, Yuuta thought you looked good in it before, but he could name sixteen other things you’d look better in at this very moment.

You’ve gone on to ramble about something that happened earlier, but Yuuta’s not listening. He drops your hand first, then both of your backpacks on the bench behind him, before tapping at your wrists. You don’t seem to understand him, cocking your head to the side with a pensive expression, but Yuuta only taps at your wrists again with a simple command, “Up.”

It doesn’t seem like you understand, but you follow anyway, and Yuuta is pulling the sweater up and off of your body before you can question him. He tosses it onto the bench with little care, then removes his white jacket and places it atop your backpacks. “What are—” you don’t have time to finish before he’s pulled his own hoodie off his body, and slid it over your head.

Yuuta smooths out the fabric under his palms with a satisfied grin on his face. Much better.

“Aw, Yuuta!” you bring a hand to tug at the strings of the hood, a wicked smile replacing your dazed blinking, “I didn’t know you were so possessive.”

You tease him until he’s red up to his ears, embarrassed and borderline bashful, a complete 180 from the looming jealousy that took over him moments before as he shimmies on his jacket again and picks up your back backs. He huffs, as you tease him, circling an arm around his as you begin to walk to the student center. He doesn’t know if he agrees with your declarations of him being a possessive boyfriend, but he does know that he’s your boyfriend, and your boyfriend only.

“So, you think I look cute, still?” you question, picking up a pack of gummy worms. Yuuta lets out a breath of laughter, pressing another kiss to your forehead, “Even cuter than before.”

(Two days later, Todo can be found screaming wildly to Itadori when he comes across a familiar hoodie strewn across a random bench on campus—who considers visiting the Student Health Clinic to make sure an eardrum wasn’t ruptured—because, “Bro, what the hell? I swear I fucking lost this thing!”)

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hayakaki · 4 months

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BF! yuta and his girlfriend playing genshin !!

pairing: yuta x f!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

↓ WHEN YOURE HIGHER AR THAN HIM ↓

bf! yuta who downloaded genshin after he saw you play it

bf! yuta who deleted half of his photos (not the ones where youre in) and apps so he had enough storage to get it

bf! yuta who patiently stared at the loading screen for two hours waiting for it to finally let him get in

bf! yuta who told you he downloaded genshin the minute he got loaded in

bf! yuta who got upset the minute you told him he had to be ar 16+ in order for you to play with him

bf! yuta who grinded his ass staying up till 2am till he was ar 16

bf! yuta who always asks for your help and yours only

bf! yuta who has his signature as ‘i have a girlfriend’ or ‘i love my girlfriend<3’

bf! yuta who declines anyone that tries to join him

bf! yuta who always compliments your dmg

bf! yuta who doesnt do his ascension quest cause he always wants you to help him and he doesnt want to be able to do it by himself; whats the point of having an ar 50+ gf if youre ar 50 yourself too? thats why hes been ar 35 for more than five months. (the first time he didnt know so he did it by accident)

bf! yuta who pretends he doesnt know how to do puzzles just so you can join him and help

bf! yuta who finds out who your favorite genshin character is so he saves up so he can be your favorite irl and in game <3

bf! yuta who would buy you crystals cause he loves you

bf! yuta who’s friendlist is only 1 and thats you

↓ WHEN HES HIGHER AR THAN YOU ↓

bf! yuta who got excited when he found out you started playing genshin

bf! yuta who definitely mains kazuha

bf! yuta who would join you even if you dont need any help

bf! yuta who would offer to log into your account to help with exploration, quests, etc..

bf! yuta who gets jealous upset when he sees that someone else is helping you instead of him

bf! yuta who would kill any enemies in the way so you dont have to fight any

bf! yuta who is a simp for you irl and in game

bf! yuta who would always know the answer to puzzles

bf! yuta who would build a special place in his teapot for you and him

bf! yuta who would bring you to heart places

bf! yuta who would use genshin stickers 24/7

masterlist !

©hayakaki - pls do not repost/copy my work !

pls correct me if i have any grammer mistakes!

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yuuuhiii · 3 months

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bf texts w/ yuuta !

includes : sexual jokes , crack , fluff

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 4 - Yandere!Gang Leader!Yuta + Knife & Body Worship

Anonymous Said: for kinktober: yandere (if possible gang member) yuta + knife/blood + body worship

A/n: Gang Leader!Yuta is thriving ehehehehehe - this one isn’t as spicy as the rest, but still pretty intense imo hehehe

Word Count: 855

Kinktober 2022 Mini Masterlist

It’s not often that you see your boyfriend worked up. Yes, he can get pissed off at times, and a little moody when certain things happen, but this? This is something completely new. Something that makes your heart race in excitement.

Normally, whenever Yuta sees members of his gang flirting with you, he brushes them off. He knows you can handle yourself well enough, and put people in their place if you have to. It’s one of the main reasons he loves you so much. It’s when rivals of his, pieces of shit who think they can even stand in the presence of his goddess, and dare to flirt with her, that makes him go insane.

Which is exactly why when he saw you leaning casually against the wall, seemingly flirting with Johnny of all people, Yuta saw red.

“Tell me who you belong to.” His voice growls out right by your ear as he presses you further into the wall once you get back to the compound.

Your lips part in mild surprise, “Yuta-“

“Who do you belong to?” A crazed look is in his eyes as he pulls a blade to your throat.

Your eyes flash, a pleasant shiver running down your spine as you wrap your arms around his waist, “the same person who belongs to me.”

“Who?” He demands, breathing coming in jagged pants as he needs to hear you say it. He needs that confirmation; the reassurance that you’ll always love him, that you’ll always want him as badly as he needs you.

“You, Yuta,” you breathe out, meeting his intense gaze with one of your own.

“Louder.” He growls into the side of your neck, nipping at the skin there as the blade is momentarily forgotten about. “Say it louder.”

“I’m yours, Yuta,” you cry out as he bites down on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. Your fingers dig into the skin of his lower back as you pull him closer, “and you’re mine.”

“Damn straight,” the grin he wears is nothing short of smug as he pulls away to look into your eyes.

Out of the corner of your vision, you see something glint in the light before the sound of tearing fabric reaches your ears. Looking down, you see that Yuta has completely shredded your shirt with the knife in his hand, exposing you to his lustful stare as he licks his lips.

Tenderly, he cups your face, actions juxtaposing the dark look in his eyes.

“These tender lips are mine,” he places his own back on yours in a searing kiss, as if to prove his point.

Parting from your lips, he’s quick to drag his tongue down the column of your neck, nipping at the skin yet again as he murmurs, “this beautiful neck is mine.”

His hands slide up your sides, moving to cup your breasts through the material of your bra. You can feel the cool press of the metal from the blade against your heated skin, causing you to shiver.

“These,” he gives them an appreciative squeeze, humming in approval as a soft gasp escapes you in response, “are mine.”

Sliding his one hand down, Yuta cups you over your leggings, fingers teasingly pressing into your core and loving the way he can already feel a bit of wetness dampening the material. All for him, and him alone.

“This gorgeous cunt,” he grins, caressing his fingers over your clothed slit yet again, “is mine.”

“Yuta,” his name escapes you no more than a whisper, a desperate plea for him to stop teasing you already.

“Fuck, I love everything about you, Darling,” he leans back into you, pressing his forehead gently against yours as he stares deeply into your eyes. “There is nothing about you that I can say that I don’t like.”

“I can say the same for you, Darling,” the way you drawl out his own name for you back to him has a pleasant shiver running down his spine.

He smirks.

“More than all of that, though,” he continues, pressing you further into the wall, and you can feel just how hard he’s become for you. “I love the fact that you’re mine. Mind, body, and soul.”

“Yours,” you confirm with a groan, loving the way he grinds himself into you as your one hand comes up to tangle in his hair. “And you’re mine.”

His eyes flash, and the knife is suddenly back at your throat. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

“Again.”

“I’m yours, and you’re mine!”

“Again!” The knife is pressed firmer into your skin, yet not enough to draw blood. Just enough to have your heart racing in excitement at the threat it can pose, but you know Yuta would never dare to hurt you.

“Yuta!” You pull on his hair, eliciting a moan from deep within his throat.

“Get used to it, Darling,” he groans, loving the way you tilt his head back in order to begin placing kisses along his own neck. “By the time I’m done with you, the whole world is going to know who we belong to.”

#yandere yuta #yuta scenario #yandere nct #nct scenario #gang au #kpop au #kpop scenario #kpop smut #yuta smut #nct smut #kinktober #yandere kpop

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unorthodoxfaithxx · 3 months

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Yandere JJK - Yuta Okkotsu

When you leave for a month long mission without telling your close friend and maybe crush, Yuuta. You come back and he’s cracked.

It’d been two months since you left on a mission, only now being able to return back to Japan. When you arrived home to your shared apartment, you had expected a warm welcome from your kind and courteous friend, Yuuta. You imagined he’d tell you, “Welcome home,” ask how your trip was, and offer to make dinner like he usually did on days he felt adventurous enough to cook. The two of you lived pretty harmoniously together, both being capable sorcerers with similar demeanors and all.

What you didn’t expect was to be shoved against the wall of the flat’s narrow hallway kabedon style, body pressed flush against your roommate’s, who had a look on his face like he hadn’t been sleeping for weeks and just found out the cure to his insomnia was something ridiculously simple, bordering on relief and hysteria.

“Where. Have you been.” He practically growled, your heart beating at an odd pace since he was barely an inch away from your face.

“Uhnn, on a mission. But great news-I’m back home and won’t be working for a bit, aha?” You broke eye contact, unable to withstand the cold intensity of his dark eyes.

“And you left without telling me? Without telling anyone?”

“Well, to be fair it was a secret mission! It wasn’t to be disclosed and even then I knew it’d only make you worry and you’d probably end up trying to tag along somehow. I didn’t want to distract you from your work, Yu.”

Your explanation didn’t do much to help calm his nerves. You could tell he was obviously worked up, he was breathing hard, his arms were shaking, and his newfound grip on your shoulders was soul crushing. You knew your friend was strong, but the fact that you couldn’t move at all from your position was impressive.

“So you just up and left? That’s not fair,” His languid voice spoke with quiet rage. He was never one to raise his voice, not even now. “You don’t get to decide that. What if you had died? What if something happened and nobody from home knew anything about it? Would you be okay with leaving everyone behind? Leaving me?”

“No…I mean…I wouldn’t want that. I mean hey, I’m here! We’re good now, right? I’m fine! We’re fine.” You said this last part with no confidence, “…Are we?”

Yuuta took a step back, staring at the wall next to you because he couldn’t stand to look at you. “No. We’re not.”

He let you go, moving to turn back to his room. You grabbed his shoulder. “Hey-wait! I know you’re upset. I would be too. But please, don’t ignore me. I was so lonely on my own, now that I’m back I…well, is it too selfish to say I want you by my side? I missed you a lot.” Your abandonment issues were about to be the death of you.

“You trampled on my feelings, completely disregarding how I’d feel, and now you want pity?”

You deflated. “No. Just. I just want you. I’m sorry for hurting you, Yuta. I didn’t mean it, really.”

A minute of silence passed you both. You felt like you were about to cry. You sniffled. “I really am sorry.”

He stared at the ground, muttering a soft curse before looking back at you, slowly opening his arms. He sighed. “I can never stay mad at you. I missed you too. C’mere.”

And you nearly leapt into his arms, hugging him tightly. His scowl broke, turning into an ever so slight smile.

Coming home wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

You thought the two of you were cool and were about to offer to order take-out when he threw you over his shoulder, went to his room, and threw you on the bed, locking the door promptly behind him.

“Uhhhh, Yuuta?” You asked. “Watcha doing?”

He chuckled darkly. “You confessed to me before your mission, right? And then you bolted before I could even respond. Well, I’ve had a lot of time to think about how I should reply in the past months you were gone. And this is my response.”

Your face grew red. How could you have forgotten about that?

He crawled on the bed after you, leering over you like a tiger would its prey.

“I love you. More than anything in the world. And when I noticed you left and had no idea when you’d be back, or if you’d come back at all? I thought I’d go crazy. It took everything in me to not kill the elites that ordered you on the mission and drag you back home myself.” He had you caged between his arms again, voice dropping to something thick and heavy at his next words, “I decided that when you came back, if you ever came back, I wouldn’t let you go anymore. I want you by my side forever. And even then forever’s no where near enough.”

“Quite the romantic, are you big guy?”

He smirked at that. “I’ve had enough time to study up on the type of guys you like.” You shivered when you felt his lips glide across your neck, a rough hand slowly sneaking up your stomach, beneath your clothes.

“You’re mine tonight. And forever.”

Tonight was going to be a loooooooong night.

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Runaway with me | Yuta

Yuta x Reader Word count: 2262 Genre: fluff Warning: I mean reader is horny but nothing really happens 🤣 Author: Maari Note: Summer it’s killing me right now 😫 it's been a shitty month so i needed to come here and write to pass the time. Sorry if there’s any mistake guys 💚 it's part 2 but you don't necessarily need to read the first one Requests: can you make a part two of Yuta Highway To Heaven but based on Runaway With Me by Carly Rae Jepsen? I get soooo much Yuta vibes from it Part one

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Y/N was helping Jaehyun take the bags out of the car when a hand reached for the handle she was holding, she didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. The scent as it filled her nostrils gave it away and it wasn't as if she could so easily forget the hand that now helping her.

She smiled before she even turned around.

“Let me help you.” Yuta's soft voice pierced Y/N's ears and went straight to her heart, making it beat faster in anticipation.

She let go of the bag but not before Yuta touched her skin lightly, a shiver ran through her body and she turned to face him at the same moment. Yuta was close to her but he wasn't touching her as she wanted, although she felt his body heat so close that it was intoxicating.

"Thanks."

“It was a good trip, wasn’t it?” He grinned and Y/N had to bite her bottom lip to contain the way her body wanted to mirror his reaction.

Y/N, Yuta and Mark had taken the backseat while Jaehyun and Taeyong had taken the front seat. Mark was sleeping on the other side of the window and Yuta was in the middle between her and his friend, his long legs were touching her the whole time and it's not like she would think it was bad. Her heart racing, anxiety coursing through her veins every time his knee brushed against her leg… it all felt too good to stop.

And even when Yuta held her hand in the car, lacing their fingers together as she felt his intense gaze on her, if there was any barrier for her to resist, it had fallen like dust.

“Yeah, it was.” she lowered her gaze for a few seconds, shy.

There was no reason to be shy, it wasn't like Yuta was a stranger, quite the opposite. If there was anyone she was seeing more often, it was him.

The championship was approaching and she watched all the team's practices, of her own free will and because she couldn't stop making out with Yuta under the bleachers.

It was Taeyong's idea to go away for the weekend for the boys on the team to have fun, relaxing a bit before the competition would help with the pressure of winning.

Johnny's parents' beach house was the perfect place and there they were, the 3 cars that brought the rest of their friends parked in the driveway.

They were walking side by side into the house when Yuta took two steps back and approached Y/N from behind who felt her whole body shiver when his breath was against her ear.

“I can't wait to get away from the beach with you.” he whispered and she closed her eyes for a few seconds so that the sensation of hearing him so close would linger.

When she opened her eyes again, Yuta was already back beside her with the same smile and she just laughed, walking again.

She didn't even need to say anything, Yuta knew her by the look and knew that she was feeling the same thing as him.

Arriving inside the house there was already a discussion about who would stay in which room and after much talking, it was decided that the girls would sleep in one room and the boys in another. An idea that was very much defended by Mark and Taeyong.

After taking their bags to their rooms and getting ready, they ran to the beach.

To take advantage of the good weather, they took food and even the guitar, the expectation was to spend as much time as possible on the beach.

"Are you going to the sea already?" Jaehyun asked the girls including Y/N who took off their beach cover ups.

They nodded in agreement.

"And the pretty ones aren't going to put on sunscreen?" Taeil joked, drawing laughter as Yuta walked over to them and threw his arm around Y/N's shoulder, who smiled.

"We already did, in the house." She answered.

"Why do you think it took us so long?" Another girl completed and the boys agreed.

Y/N looked at Yuta who was now lifting the sunscreen he was holding, he was staring at her with pleading eyes.

She pretended to frown but took the sunscreen willingly, she wouldn't deny that, he then kissed her cheek so fast but so good that she didn't react for a few seconds, until Yuta hit the sand for her to follow him.

Laughing, Y/N knelt down behind Yuta and shifted the sunscreen from her hands to place on his back.

She smiled proudly when she saw that he shivered when she touched his shoulder, it was fair after all seeing his tattoo had done the same thing to her. Yuta wasn't extremely strong, he was slender but still had nice shoulders that begged Y/N to apply a little more strength, when she realized what her body had done Yuta's neck snapped back and he looked at her intently, as he always did.

Y/N could never control her heart palpitations when she had his eyes totally drawn to her and how she liked the way he looked at her.

As if she were the only woman in the world.

He smiled sideways and she did the same, but moved her hands to his back, where she spread the rest of the sunscreen.

"Thanks for the massage." He winked with one eye and she shook her head.

Even when he was kind and polite, his tone sounded flirtatious.

"Anytime." she replied before getting up and taking off the dress she was wearing right there, with Yuta so close that if he wanted to pull her close he would be able to.

She noticed the way he scanned her body up and down and bit down on his bottom lip, making her legs start to wobble.

She was wearing a black bikini, she knew he loved it when she wore that color and she had done it on purpose.

Y/N heard her friends scream her name into the sea and it was her turn to wink at Yuta before running out into them, feeling Yuta's eyes into her the entire way.

That didn't go unnoticed by anyone and prompted some jokes which Y/N responded with just a laugh.

As she swam, feeling Yuta's piercing eyes on her, she felt as if every inch of her body was calling to him. It was so much stronger than the waves she was having to fight against, the difference was, she didn't want to fight the way he made her feel.

It had all started with no intention of getting attached but Yuta was addictive and without even realizing it, he was already stuck not only in her head but also in her body that she couldn't stay away from him for long.

Using the fact that she was hungry as an excuse, Y/N walked back to the sand where her spot was saved next to him. Yuta had Mark's guitar and strummed a few notes while their friends chatted happily.

As soon as he arrived, Yuta paused for a bit just to pick up the towel and hand it to Y/N, who smiled in thanks and started drying her hair as she sat next to him.

“Are you learning to play the guitar?” she asked, interested, her eyes getting lost in the way Yuta's fingers strummed the guitar.

“Yeah, I have to know what to do with my fingers.” Y/N looked up at Yuta's face upon hearing him respond and she felt her cheeks start to burn.

His eyes were filled with a sparkle she knew and loved, they got that way when he started flirting with her.

“Yeah, I can tell.” she smiled, seeing him raise an eyebrow but not taking his eyes off her. “I mean, not literally!”

Y/N tried to keep her attention focused on her friends' conversation but it was so hard when all she wanted was to be in Yuta's arms again, she didn't understand why she felt like she was in withdrawal but it was exactly what she needed at that moment. Him holding her and not letting go.

She wanted to be discreet, not stare at the boy like she was a maniac, but it was practically impossible. Especially when his long, windblown hair was attracting her attention, it wasn't fair for a person to have a jaw as well shaped as his.

Or how his lips puckered up every time he spoke, Y/N couldn't help but get lost in that movement and when Yuta turned to face her as if questioning something, she realized she was too far away to know what he said.

"What do you think?" he asked and she blinked a few times, glancing at her friends who seemed to be waiting for her answer.

"Huh?"

“Jaehyun said he forgot his camera at the house and you said you were going to get a sweatshirt, I can go with you.” Yuta spoke with such confidence that Y/N was left searching in her own mind when it was that she had said that.

Of course, it was getting colder as the night wore on but she hadn't said anything about going back to the house.

However, when she saw that Yuta was looking at her suggestively, she understood what he was trying to do.

Ah, of course, the beach getaway.

"Yes! I said." she nodded and Yuta's smile widened.

"Then we'll be right back." he warned their friends and held out his hands to help Y/N up, she looked at them first, finding them laughing and shook her head before grabbing Yuta's hands and being pulled up.

We'll be back in two hours, was what she wanted to say, but by the way their friends were silent she knew they were probably suspicious.

Y/N felt her whole body tremble with anxiety and expected Yuta to grab her right there on the street, because that was exactly what she wanted, but to her surprise and also frustration, he just walked beside her, arms brushing against each other sometimes.

When they arrived at the house, she sighed softly, apparently the only one who was horny there was her. Yuta gave her space to go ahead and she did, dejectedly.

However, even before she could go to the bedroom to get the sweatshirt, Yuta's hand quickly went to the back of her neck bringing her closer and in a quick movement their lips were glued together.

Y/N felt her whole body give in to Yuta's thirsty mouth who didn't wait to deepen the kiss, opening enough for his tongue to touch Y/N's lips. She sighed, bringing her hands to his face, and gave herself completely satiating her will as well as his.

His large hand was still firmly gripping her neck and Y/N felt every hair on her body rise from the warm palm.

“I've waited a long time to do this.” he spoke against her lips, and she smiled widely.

“And why did you take so long?” she questioned but before he could answer, his other hand went to her waist and pulled her against his chest.

Now there was no longer any distance separating the bodies and a faster kiss started the fire that rose all over Y/N's skin, making her take one of her hands to Yuta's long strands and holding it firmly.

As the tongues danced in a single rhythm, sensual and fast, Yuta walked forward and he directed Y/N, who didn't care where he took her. She didn't want to lose her attention over small details, all she wanted was to keep kissing him until she lost her breath completely.

And that's what she did, when they reached the couch, Yuta directed his kisses to Y/N's cheek and neck, making her continue stroking his hair. When he bit down lightly on her skin, Y/N put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him to sit on the couch.

He did, smiling widely as he saw her position herself to sit on his lap, his hands went to her waist and Y/N brought hers to his face to resume another kiss.

They kissed passionately, as if they'd gone months and months without physical contact, but that's how they felt. As if it had been a decade before they were in each other's arms.

Yuta's hands found the end of Y/N's dress and began to move up Y/N's thighs, and she parted her lips to moan softly.

"Be mine." he asked and she opened her eyes, finding an intensity even greater than she'd ever known.

Although she wanted to reply that she was already his, she didn't know what to say, so she caressed his cheek.

"What are you trying to say?"

“No more parties, no more making out in corners. Be mine, officially.”

Y/N felt her heart beat even faster, as if Yuta's kisses weren't enough his words would make her faint, so he held her by the waist with one hand and caressed her so softly that it made her soften even more .

She stared into his eyes, trying to see any signs of doubt but finding none.

“I would run away with you anywhere.” she replied and Yuta smiled again, making her heart warm. “You just take me there.”

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# - 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

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

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Yuji

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

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

Nobara

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

Yuta

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

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

Maki

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

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

Gojo & Toge

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

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

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

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

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