#yuta soft hours

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

Random bf!Yuta Texts

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

bored at work and down bad for yuta rn …

hehehe enjoy🤍

[saturnznct]

dad!yuta | insta posts 2

nct masterlist (lnks will be added later)

[ncityprincess]

i wish we could do polls on here but which yuta is the most superior?

black hair yuta

blond yuta

red hair yuta

please provide sources, 12 pt font double spaced

[ligayangdala]

ak lang ba ung nauulol sa husband!dad!yuta 😣😫 LIKE napaka greenflag ni yuta and siguro pag day offs nya sya ung nagaalaga sa bata and will take his wife and his daughter out for a date tas after mapatulog ung baby may alone time na sila ng wifey nya ehehe -💗

yuta made my standards 📈📈 sa totoo lang, tapos ‘yung recent video pa niya na nagddrive siya tas tinanong ni taro if ano daw gagawin niya kapag nakatulog ‘yung girl sa tabi niya habang nagddrive 🥹 wala na iyak na ‘ko kasi alam ko walang yuta na mageexist sa life ko 😔 anyway imagine dad!yuta na soccer player tapos :(( tuturuan niya ‘yung baby niyo magsoccer kasi wala ang cute cute lang ng baby niyo tapos in love na in love si yuta sa kanya kasi ‘di siya makapaniwala na pinaghalong kayo ‘yung nasa iisang baby na ‘yun :((

finally, after two weeks na malayo sa inyong dalawa, makakauwi na si yuta. dalawang linggo rin kasing umalis ng siyudad si yuta para sa training, malapit na ang mga laban nila kaya todo practice ang team ni yuta. bata pa lang ito, gustong gusto na niyang maging professional soccer player, and he never would’ve done it without you—malapit na siyang sumuko nung nakilala ka niya, at hanggang ngayon na halos walong taon na siyang professional soccer player, ikaw pa rin ang kasama niya at ni minsan hindi nag-sisi si yuta ‘dun. four years into his soccer career, he asked you to marry him and the following year after ng kasal, you were blessed with a baby girl named hina. yuta planned this day ahead of time, isang linggo bago pa siya makaalis sa training, sinabi niya na agad sa’yo na gusto niyang ipasyal kayong dalawa ng anak niyo—and he did. alam kasi niyang nawiwili ang one year old niyo sa mga sea animals kaya dinala niya kayong dalawa sa isang oceanarium.

pagod na pagod ang bata kaya pag-uwi niyo, agad na pinalitan ni yuta ng damit pantulog at hinele para siguradong tulog na tulog. pagtapos niya ay binalikan ka niya sa sala, kung saan naghihintay ka. one bottle of wine later, and the two of you are moaning each other’s names.

“fuck, namiss kita, sobra” ungol nito sa tenga mo, “‘wag ka mag-alala kay hina, tulog na tulog na siya” naramdaman mo ang daliri ni yuta sa loob ng suot mong shorts, pinaglalaruan ang namamasa mong puke habang minamarkahan niya ang leeg mo. agad mong pinigilan si yuta dahil may pasok ka bukas at nakakahiya naman kung papasok ka na puro marka ang leeg. “okay, understood—sa boobs na lang?”

“yes” ungol mo, napapapikit ka dahil binibilog ng daliri niya ang tinggil mong nagsisimula na maging sensitibo. “fuck, yuta—malapit na ‘ko... ganyan lang” nararamdaman mong nagkukuyom ang puke mo, alam mong malapit mo nang marating ang hinahabol mong kasarapan kaya napahawak ka sa ulo ng asawa mo habang minamarkahan niya ang balat sa dede mo. when you hit your orgasm, agad mong sinabi kay yuta na alisin muna niya ang kamay niya dahil sensitibo ka na. humiga ito sa tabi mo sa maliit na sofa at ginabayan ka hanggang yakap yakap ka na niya.

“mamaya na natin ituloy, gusto lang kitang yakapin sa ngayon” sabi nito at humalik sa noo mo, patulog palang sana kayo pero narinig niyong umiyak si hina, mukhang ayaw ulit matulog mag-isa sa crib niya. “gising na si madam”

[2jisungs]

OPPOSITES ATTRACT — P.JS

SYNOPSIS; in which Debonair Institute’s popular and bubbly girl Kang Heejin finds herself attracted to shy nerd Park Jisung.

GENRE; smau + written, fluff, humor, s2l, college au, non-idol au

CW; cursing, mentions of drugs, kys jokes [ more tbd ]

SALMA’S NOTES; the impulsive thoughts took over. anyway i’m excited for this!! pls like + rblog for the algorithm <3

TAGLIST; @mellowdyverse [ status : open, send an ask / comment to be added. ]

PROFILES; bimbo club | jisung protection group

CHAPTERS; O1, O2, O3, O4, O4.5, O5, O6, O7, O8, O9, 1O [ more tba ]

© all creds go to 2jisungs : don’t copy, translate or upload any work without permission.

[andysorbit]

Farmer!Yuta brain rot

kinda nsfw fluff w/smut

hates cutting his hair

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

sells strawberries but saves the prettiest ones for you

has a goat that he would absolutely die for

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

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

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

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

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

loves moaning and whining in your ear

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

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

also loves fucking you out in a field during harvest moon

has probably fucked you against every tree on his property

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

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

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

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

handsy man too

will finger you on the porch swing

lowkey doesn't shut up about you

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

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

gives the local teens summer jobs and actually pays them

[writemekpop]

Confession (Part 2) | Jung Jaehyun & Nakamoto Yuta

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader, Yuta x Reader

Summary: Ever since you became pregnant, Jaehyun won't fuck you. You turn to Yuta for a shoulder to cry on... that becomes something more. Jaehyun begs to have you back.

Genre: Husband!Jaehyun, serious angst, bad boy college friend!Yuta

Word Count: 2k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 💋

“Who’s in there?” Jaehyun yelled. 

A fist banged on the door. You saw the bathroom doorknob rattle, and your heart pounded. 

Your voice was thick with tears. “It’s me.” 

The banging on the door stopped. “Y/n? How long have you – been there?” Jaehyun’s voice rose with each word. 

You pulled the door open. Yuta and Jaehyun were staring at you. Yuta shifted awkwardly and Jaehyun looked deathly pale.

Jaehyun lurched towards you. “I’m so sorry-”

“Stop.” You swatted his hand away. “Give me the car keys. Find somewhere else to stay tonight.”

Jaehyun’s shoulders slumped. “Baby, please-”

“KEYS!” you yelled, trembling. 

Jaehyun nodded once and reached into his back pocket.

A fresh wave of tears falling, you ran out and slammed the door in his face. 

Only, you didn’t pull your fingers away fast enough, and the door slammed on your right hand. An explosion of pain made you swear. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” 

You cursed. “Jae, just leave me al-“ You stopped mid-sentence, because it wasn’t Jaehyun standing in front of you, it was Yuta.

Yuta eyed your purple fingers, marked with an angry line where the door crushed them. 

“Damn, Y/n, you need an ice pack!” He stepped closer, reaching out as if to inspect your hand. 

“I’m fine,” you croaked. 

You tried to push him away, but your hand was aching so much that you gave in and let Yuta inspect your fingers. With his brow furrowed in concentration, he gently turned them around and inspected the injury. 

Yuta ran to the kitchen and back, and pressed a bag of frozen peas to your hand. 

He cradled your hand in his strong arms, keeping the bag of peas pressed to it. 

“You don’t have to keep holding my hand,” you said, flustered by his kindness. 

Yuta’s face was serious, his eyes completely focused on your hand. “It’s okay. I got you.” 

You finally allowed Yuta to carry the weight of your hand, sighing at the sweet feeling of being held. 

“How’s the pain?” Yuta murmured, searching your face.

“Please, just forget what Jaehyun said,” you said, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. 

Yuta nodded solemnly.

You avoided Jaehyun and drove home.  

---

Two months had passed since the barbeque. You were nearing the end of your pregnancy, and now even walking was a struggle. 

You and Jaehyun had barely spoken since that night. 

He’d just stare at you with these sad puppy eyes. But that only made you angrier, because you knew he was only upset that he’d got caught. 

Jaehyun still thought you were ugly, just because you were carrying his child. How shallow could a person be? What happened to unconditional love? 

You threw yourself into your work, staying out later and later each night. 

It was a Wednesday evening, and you had just come out of the shower. You were sitting on your bed, naked, rubbing cocoa butter onto your baby bump. 

Ever since that night, you’d started changing in the bathroom, to avoid Jaehyun. He didn’t deserve to see you naked. 

Tonight, though, you didn’t bother to hide. Jaehyun wasn’t coming home till late. 

To your surprise, the front door clicked open. 

Jaehyun entered and stared at your naked body shamelessly. 

“What are you doing back so soon?” you snapped, pulling a towel over your body.

Jaehyun said nothing. He simply walked towards you and dropped to his knees in front of you.

He hung his head low, resting it on your knees. His shoulders rose and fell as he let out shaky, ragged breaths. 

You gasped at this show of emotion.

Jaehyun gripped your towel with his fists. 

“I am so sorry,” he said through gritted teeth. “I can’t sleep without you, I can’t eat without you, I- I’m going insane. Do you want me to beg?” 

Jaehyun’s handsome cheeks were hollow, his eyes dark with shadow. It broke your heart to see him reduced to this. “I would do anything to have you back,” he said.   

You brushed your hand through Jaehyun’s soft chestnut hair, sighing. This was the first time you’d touched him in days. You looked at Jaehyun’s lips and thought about kissing him. 

Jaehyun lifted his head, his glistening eyes meeting yours. “Can we just… go back to how we were before?” 

His words made you freeze. He made it sound like it was your fault that your relationship had shattered to pieces. Clearly, he wasn’t sorry. There were light years between you and him.

Slowly, but firmly, you pushed Jaehyun away. 

“I… can’t.” You shrugged tearfully.   

You stood up and walked to the door. 

Jaehyun stayed kneeling, a tear rolling down his sharp jaw. 

What had you two become?

---

Three days later… 

KNOCK KNOCK 

You opened the door and let Yuta inside. Although it was freezing out, Yuta was in a sleeveless T shirt, revealing firm, tattooed biceps. Typical.

“Hey…” he said, wrapping one arm around your shoulder. Since the night of the party, everything had become awkward. 

“How have you… um, been?” he asked. 

You touched your belly. “Only two weeks to go… then I can get my body back.”

Yuta sighed. “Don’t talk like that, Y/n. You’re perfect. You’re a-a-“ He clicked his fingers. “A  MILF!”

You snorted, the awkwardness evaporating. Yuta always knew how to make you laugh.

Yuta went on. “Jaehyun is such an idiot. He doesn’t know how lucky he is to have you.” 

A strange expression flickered across Yuta’s face, but it disappeared before you could figure out what it was.

You cleared your throat. “Thanks for coming over at such short notice… the fridge just went bust and now I’m worried about the food going off.” 

Yuta chuckled. “It pays to have an engineer as a friend, right?” 

You smirked. “Totally.” 

Yuta sauntered into the kitchen. He pulled out the fridge and started tinkering with the wires. You stood at the door, admiring the way his biceps bulged as he worked. 

“Where’s Jaehyun?” Yuta asked, after a while.

Your mood soured at the mention of his name. “He’s visiting his parents for the weekend. So… I’m all alone.”

Yuta cleared his throat. “Oh.” 

The mood shifted, so slightly, that it was almost imperceptible. 

In college, you, Jaehyun and Yuta were inseparable. Truthfully, you had a crush on both of them, but Jaehyun asked you out first, so you went along with it. 

Yuta stood up, stretching his arms above his head. You watched the hem of his T shirt rise, revealing a taut brown abdomen, and a smattering of dark hair. A tattooed butterfly peeked out of the waistband of his boxers. Your throat went dry.

“All done.” Yuta said, patting the fridge door. “Don’t underestimate this fridge. She works like a dream.” 

You smiled and squeezed his hand. “You’re an angel.”

Yuta’s eyes lingered on your joined hands. “I should… probably go.” 

He pulled his hand from yours and walked towards the door. 

“Wait,” you called. 

Yuta stopped in his tracks. 

“Won’t you stay for a drink? It’s been so lonely lately… I- I miss talking to someone.”

Yuta turned round. “Okay.”

---

So that’s how you and Yuta ended up side by side on the couch, him with a whiskey, and you with a soda, reminiscing about your college days. 

Yuta wiped a tear from his eye, still laughing. “I still can’t believe Taeyong did that. And to think he’s a professor now!” 

“Right?” you said, smiling at the memories. 

“Hey,” Yuta said, nudging your shoulder. “Remember that time we hooked up?” 

Your breath caught in your throat. 

Lately, you’d been replaying that memory almost every night. You and Yuta in the back of the library, your hand down his sweatpants, his face between your legs...

You’d shove your hand into your panties and pray that your sleeping husband wouldn’t hear you. For some reason, you couldn’t get Yuta out of your head lately. Especially cocky teenage Yuta, with his tight muscles, tongue piercing and bleached blonde hair.

You tried to play it cool. 

“Oh yeah!” you said, laughing a little too loud. “I totally forgot about that!” 

“Shame it was only one night though.” Yuta’s eyes were hazy, as if he was watching the memories on a film. His thumb absentmindedly stroked the back of your hand. “Then Jaehyun showed up and well… the rest is history.” 

His face became serious. “Y/n, you deserve a husband who wants you. A husband who fucks you. A husband who understands what a goddamn privilege it is to do that.” 

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. 

The rough, paint-splattered denim of Yuta’s leg rubbed your bare thigh. You noticed the faint stubble on Yuta’s chin, the handsome curve of his brow, his strong, square jaw. Was he always this sexy?

Yuta was staring at you with hungry eyes. It made you feel desired… something you hadn’t felt in months. 

Suddenly, you craved Yuta with an intensity that was almost crippling. The thought of Jaehyun entered your mind, but you pushed it into the corner. 

You wanted to be wanted, and right now, Yuta was looking at you like you were the only woman on the planet. That’s all that mattered. 

Yuta was waiting, muscles tensed, for you to make the first move. 

You gulped. It was now or never. 

You leaned over and kissed Yuta on the mouth. That was all the permission he needed. You led him onto the couch in the living room. 

Yuta pulled you onto him, kissing you with an animalistic intensity. One of his hands squeezed your breast, and the other grasped your hair and pulled, hard. You yelped, Yuta’s moves sensing sparks of pleasure coursing through you. 

Yuta was rough – kissing you firmly, yanking at your clothes. He wasn’t holding back. Ever since you got pregnant, everyone treated you like you were breakable, like you were made of glass. The fact that Yuta wasn’t doing that made you want to scream with happiness. 

Soon you were both naked. You were on top, riding him shamelessly. Yuta’s lips never left your skin. 

Yuta’s groans got louder, and soon he began to curse in Japanese. It didn’t matter that you couldn’t understand him – no words were needed. 

Your high ripped through you with a flash of white heat. It was so intense that when you opened your mouth, no sound came out. 

You rolled off him, exhausted in the best way. Yuta held your hand as you both came down from your highs. 

Soon your heartbeat slowed to normal. 

Then, you felt a blow to your side, making you cry out in pain. It was the baby, kicking you from the inside. In a sickening rush, you were reminded of who you were married to, the fact that you were nine months pregnant with Jaehyun’s chid. 

“You should – go,” you said. 

Yuta’s head snapped in your direction, a flicker of hurt evident in his dark eyes.

“Please,” you said. The post-sex glow was fading fast.  

Yuta stood up and reached for his boxers, grumbling, but obedient. “You deserve better than him.”

Just then, you heard a car pull up to the driveway. Yuta ran to the window. When he turned to you, his face was blank.  

You knew what he was going to say before he said it. 

“It’s Jaehyun.” 

to be continued...

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[flwrshwr-chenji]

Late Nights With 127

(Fluff/Crack)

Taeil

Late nights with Taeil would be relaxing, a movie or quiet music playing as background noise. Simply enjoying each other’s company. Time would drift by just talking about the highs and lows of your day.  The two of you would be laid up under the comforter together, enjoying the closeness as you talked the night away. Taeil would listen to you talk about your day until your words start to jumble. Taeil would simply scoot closer to you until you fall asleep on his shoulder. 

Johnny

Late nights with Johnny could go one of 2 ways. Either the two of you are all cuddled up in bed, or on the couch, watching something. Drinking some wine, chatting the night away, and just overall decompressing… OR… The two of you are up jumping around doing midnight karaoke. Wine is still involved, you might do some just dance. Johnny would challenge you to a dance battle to Circus by Britney Spears (and win). Either way, late nights would be fun with Johnny. 

Taeyong

Late nights with Ty would be VERY late nights. It would get to the point where you’re begging him to go to sleep. The night would start a bit “early” around 11pm you would be sitting in the chair he bought for you to sit next him and watch him do whatever on his computer. You two would watch some videos together for a few hours, until you get tired. Upon you laying down, he claims he’ll be ready for bed soon. Soon turns into 6am, when you’re physically pulling him into bed to go to sleep. 

Yuta

Late nights with Yuta would be enjoyable. OneOkRock playing in the background as the two of you sit on the floor, cracking jokes with each other. At some point in the night you’d end up painting each other’s nails while sitting in such close proximity of each other, it couldn’t possibly be easy to paint nails. The two of you would end up messing up each other’s nails from laughing so much at each other. The two of you would end up calling asleep on the floor while waiting on your finally perfected nails to dry. 

Doyoung 

Late nights with Doyoung would yelling at the tv as the two of you watch a drama or movie together. Looking at each other with the most shocked looks on your faces as you both express how you can’t believe the main character just did what they did. There would be so much dramatics, gasping, crying, and laughing throughout the night as the two of you stay up almost until sunrise to know what happens next. Eventually one of you will grasp for the remote to turn the tv off, as you both succumb to sleep, no longer able to keep your eyes open. He would weakly hold the blanket open for you to crawl in next to him, you both falling asleep almost as soon as the blanket falls on top of you. 

Jaehyun 

Late nights with Jaehyun would be relatively chill. The two of you would spend hours switching between sitting quietly together on the couch while one of his vinyls played in the background, and loud Disney karaoke. It would start with you two sitting quietly, until he sees something High School Musical related, making him jump up, and initiating a ‘Gotta Go My Own Way’ duet. (Forcing you to sing along to Troy’s parts). This back and forth of quiet, and sudden duet would go on well into the night, finally ending with Jaehyun’s rendition of ‘Can’t Back Down’ from Camp Rock 2, before you drag him to bed(not without resistance), telling him he can continue singing Disney songs in the morning. 

Jungwoo

Nights with Jungwoo would be full of board games. It would start with simply card games like Go Fish, and War, then it would escalate to Uno. Where things would get tricky is when he suggests you two play Monopoly. You would hesitantly agree, knowing Monopoly could end relationships. He would set up the game on the dining room table, and the game would begin. As the game gets more intense, so do the emotions. It would get to the point of you both standing on your chairs, in a quiet screaming matching. You’re both claiming the other is cheating, you’re both claiming the other is stealing money, and evading taxes. Eventually after a few hours of intense gameplay, Jungwoo would forfeit, and apologize for putting your relationship at risk by suggesting the game, before you both go to bed. 

Mark 

Late nights with Mark would be so cute, the two of you cozied up together. He’d have his guitar out, telling you all about the newest song he’s writing, his eyes shining with excitement as he plays it for you. He’d teach you how the play the chords of a few of his songs on his guitar, pulling you into his lap so he can teach you ‘properly’, claiming he can show you better that way. Both of you would end up goofing around, trying to see if you could make a new song by saying random words as he plays a random chord progression. The night would end with the two of you laughing at each other, realizing how stupid you are together, before going to sleep.

Haechan

Late nights with Haechan would be noisy. He’d beg for you to let him teach you how to play the newest video game he’s been obsessed with lately. Making you sit in his lap, his hands over yours on the keyboard and mouse as he guides you through the games. You’d give up after a while, leaning back against his chest to just let him play. He’d put his headset on, and that’s when things would start to get loud. As he gets really into the game, he’d be yelling into the mic at his opponents, then quickly muting his mic to apologize for yelling in your ear, before going right back to yelling. After a few rounds of him playing, he’d switch to a more relaxed game like Roblox or Minecraft, for the two of you to play together for the rest of the night. 

[neosofthours]

You: Fight me!

Yuta: *From behind you, quietly* Do not touch my sweet cinnamon bun if you ever want to see the light of day again.

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

Just You and Me

Brb, crying, screaming, sliding down the wall...... i really let my delusions write this one for me omggg

Hope y'all enjoy!!

All the love ~ lunar

Pairing: Yuta x fem!reader

Wc: 2.57k

Warnings: Mentions of stress, anxious feelings, overwhelmed feelings, potentially the fluffiest fluff i've ever written

You're new to the world of fame. As exciting as it all is, you have also found it to be very overwhelming. People have been telling you your whole life that you should be a model, and one day you decided to just go for it. What did you have to lose right? When you were accepted by the top modeling agency of Seoul, you felt so many different emotions. Excitement, nerves, even fear, yet you went with it, wanting to see where this life would lead you. 

It's been a month since you have moved to Seoul, and things have been chaotic, to say the least. You have made many friends from all over the world, and that has helped you with the transition, but you often felt that you have no time for yourself. Everyday you wake up, go to the photo shoot that is scheduled for the day, stand in front of cameras, sit in the dressing room changing looks, and when you are up for it, you get dinner with some of the other models. Everyday, the same routine, though you still feel the excitement with the variety of shoots you have been scheduled for. Still, you can't help but feel overwhelmed. Today is the first day you have not had a schedule in a month. What better way to relax than reading in a coffee shop? Lucky for you, you have found one in a rather quiet area, and have made friends with the staff. Walking in, they greet you with a smile, and prepare your coffee for you.

“No schedules today?”

“Nope, not today.” “Good, you deserve some time to relax too. Stay as long as you would like, let us know if you need anything.”

“Thank you so much!”

Walking to a quiet corner of the coffee shop, you settle in and begin reading your book. A psychological thriller. Becoming beyond invested in your book, you fail to hear the group of boys walking, talking and laughing rather loudly. Other customers who are enjoying the peace give them sideways looks, while you keep your nose in your book. With the intensity of your reading, you also fail to notice that you have caught their attention. It’s no secret that you have become well known, and you stick out like a sore thumb as is, being a foreigner. It’s a wonder that the group didn’t notice you sooner. 

Sitting in a different corner of the coffee shop, one of the boys in particular cannot take his eyes off of you. As the rest of the group continues talking and laughing with each other, there he sits, quietly observing you. He knows exactly who you are, yet to the world, the real you is still a mystery. One that he intends to uncover. In fear that he will lose his opportunity, he gets up, leaving the group of boys confused as he walks to you. Eyes wide open, and jaws on the floor, the group watches intently as the man approaches you. 

“Hello, is this seat taken?” He says upon arriving at the table you are seated at, drawing your attention away from the book you are completely engrossed in. 

“It's all yours.” You reply with a gentle smile, hoping your excitement is contained enough not to make the man uncomfortable.

If there is one thing that the world knows about you, it's that you have an immense sense of confidence. Not that you think you are better than anyone else, more so that you know your worth, and know that you work hard for the accomplishments you have received thus far. However, being caught off guard by someone you have admired for years, has your confidence slipping a little bit. 

“You're y/n right? The recent model sensation?”

“And you're Yuta, K-Pop sensation?” You reply with your own question that you clearly know the answer to.

“So you do know me?”

“Yeah, big fan actually.”

“I'm honored that someone as beautiful as you is a fan of mine.”

“I could say the same about you.”

It's beginning to become a battle of confidence between the two of you, trying to see who will crack first. Everyone knows of Yuta’s confidence in himself. He knows he's attractive, and now, as much confidence you show to the world, Yuta himself is finding out just how unintimidated you are. Little does he know, you are actually screaming on the inside, though that is something that you refuse to show him. 

After some time conversing with him, he must return to his schedules. Leaving you with a smirk, and his phone number, you feel like you are finally able to breathe. Adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you decide to head home for the evening, hoping that your flustered state will stay at bay until you are in the comfort of your apartment. 

Immediately after closing the door, you happily dance all of the nerves out of your body. Still in shock from talking to THE Yuta Nakamoto, you sit on your couch and attempt to process what happened. Looking at the phone number, you debate on messaging him, thinking it could be too soon, but also thinking, what do you have to lose?

“Is this THE Yuta Nakamoto?” you message, making your joking sarcasm evident enough.

“No way, is this the y/n?” He replies, making you smile as he returns your energy.

The rest of the night is spent on and off messaging him, as he can only text when he has a break with his schedule. Giggles fill your apartment, and the feeling of butterflies is something that you can't contain. Little did you know, Yuta has the same feelings as you. Constantly smiling at his phone, and an immense feeling of butterflies in his stomach. This feeling for him is new. It's rare when he finds someone that he wants to constantly talk to, but he knows that this is the case when he feels the frustration of having to leave the conversation for his schedule. All he wants to do is talk to you. He likes your confidence, and witty comments. He finds it refreshing that someone can match his humor and return it just as well as he can. Both of you can already tell, this is the start of an amazing friendship, maybe even something more. 

3 months later

It's now been four months of living in Seoul, and things are just as chaotic as ever. Though you have gotten used to the schedules and constant cameras, you find the most peace when you are with Yuta. Being that you have met all of NCT at this point, most, if not all, of your free time is spent with them. They have become your family, and slowly but surely, Yuta has become your home away from home. Many nights are spent in comfortable silence with him, the two of you doing your own things, simply enjoying each other's presence.

Upcoming events include more photo shoots, as well as your first invite to an award show. The show itself is for K-Pop, though you have been invited as well, being that you are one of the most well known individuals in all of South Korea at this point. Having you there is huge for publicity, being that you have been able to make friendships with many K-Pop idols. Plus, you want to go to show your support for your friends. 

With only a few days till the award show, on the outside you are as confident as ever. But internally, you are completely overwhelmed, which is something that Yuta is not blind to. He knows you better than anyone else. He knows that you struggle in large crowds, but you refuse to show it. He knows that this will be the first large event you have ever attended, and your stubbornness refuses to let you show your nerves. What makes you the most nervous, is that you and Yuta are already being swarmed with dating rumors. You know how deeply that can affect not only your career, but his moreso. The rumors flying around have had you on edge for weeks, and though Yuta does a great job of calming you down when he is with you, all of those same anxious feelings are persistent. 

You have hid the fact that you want to be with Yuta well, at least you thought you have. Even the photographs that have been taken of the two of you have shown nothing but a platonic relationship, refusing to so much as brush hands with him in public. Even in the privacy of your apartment, or his dorm, the only physical contact is a hug when he knows that you are not okay. Nothing more, nothing less. You have it set in your mind that he wants nothing more than a friendship with you, because as good as you are at hiding your feelings, he's just slightly better at it. 

The day of the award show arrives, and you wake up nauseous, unable to keep any food down from the anxious feeling you have. You are put in the most beautiful black dress you have ever seen. Long, and form fitting, with a hint of sparkle. Diamonds drape across your neck, and hang from your ears, with a stunning makeup look done by your artists. It is easily the most elegant you have ever looked, and you are hoping that you will be able to make it through the award show without ruining the look. 

Getting into the car, you take as many deep breaths as you can before arriving at the venue. Your style team is riding with you, doing their best to calm you down, yet the only person who you want to be with is him. Doing your best to control your anxiety, you are taken back by the sight you are greeted with when you arrive. 

All of NCT has cleared a path, waiting patiently for you to arrive, with none other than Yuta standing at the end, waiting to escort you to your seat, which he has also made sure is right next to him. Getting out of the car, all of the guys begin to whistle at the sight of you looking like true royalty, while Yuta looks at you as if you yourself hung the stars in the sky. He is left speechless, as he extends his hand to you. Reaching for him, he can feel you shaking, yet your eyes never leave his. 

“You look stunning, y/n.” He says with a starstruck expression.

“Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself.” You say, returning the compliment with a gentle smile. 

“You know, these dating rumors are only going to get worse with all of this right?” You say with an uneasy tone, trying to avoid eye contact with the swarm of paparazzi around you.

“Let them. I want the world to know that the most beautiful woman in the world is mine.”

Finally, after months, you are left speechless. His words take your typical confidence, and leave you at a loss for words. Of course, he notices, and flashes you that smirk that makes your knees weak. After months of a battle of confidence, you are the one who breaks. You are the one left flustered, and he is enjoying not only your dress now, but your speechless state. As if that would be the end of it, you are led to an extremely crowded room. Pausing at the door, you feel a hand on the small of your back, with Yuta in your ear.

“Don't worry pretty girl, I'm not letting go.”

With that you take a deep breath, and start walking again. Your confidence is something Yuta has always admired, but your brave heart is what captured his. No matter how nervous you are, you always continue forward. He's mesmerized by you in every way possible, and he is making it known to the world. Finally reaching your seats, people are looking at the two of you with curious eyes. Yuta, taking notice of you looking around the room, places his hand on your leg, capturing your attention.

“Don't look at them, look at me. It's just you and me.” His words calm your wandering mind, and he sees you relax slightly, which brings a smile to his lips. Throughout the night, Yuta would say things like this when he notices you tense up. “You're doing good, pretty girl, confident as ever.” Though he knows your confidence is faltering. He keeps a hand on you at all times, knowing that you find solace in him being around. For the first time in your life, you find yourself enjoying the chaps of a crowded room, filled with wandering eyes, and cheers, and slowly, you begin to release the tension that you are feeling, which puts Yuta at ease as well. The night is filled with laughter, cheers and applause, and light hearted jokes, and you wouldn't want to spend it with anyone else by your side. 

As things wind to an end, you are escorted back to your car by Yuta, who leaves you with a kiss on your knuckles. A bashful smile plastered on your lips, you look at him as if he is the only one in the world, and in that moment, he is. Getting into the car, he closes the door, and rushes to the driver, whispering something in their ear. Curiosity sparks in your mind, as he looks back at you and sends you a wink. Driving home, you can't help but wonder what he said, until you finally realize that the driver has taken the route to Yuta’s dorm, where he is waiting for you. 

Walking up to him yet again, he takes you inside, and gives you some more comfortable clothes to change into. After throwing on his tee shirt and sweats that he handed you, you meet him in the living room, where he takes you by the hand, and swoops you off your feet, literally. 

“The night’s not over, pretty girl.” Carrying you outside, to see a tarp hung in the trees, a bluetooth projector, fairy lights, and candles, he somehow managed to have your own private after party set up before you got there, rendering you speechless, yet again. Setting you back down on your feet, you look at the sight in front of you in awe, but Yuta is only looking at you. He takes you to sit down, before grabbing your hand again.

“Welcome to the after party.” 

“Yuta, this is stunning! How did you manage all of this?” 

“I had some help.”

“ I love it.”

“I meant what I said earlier, about the prettiest girl in the world being mine, but you didn't say anything back.” he says, letting his own nerves finally surface. Something you catch onto quickly. Before he can say anything else, you pull him into a gentle, yet passionate kiss. 

“I wouldn't want to be with anyone else. I'm all yours.” You say, looking deep into his eyes, as he is now speechless. Pulling you into another kiss, the two of you spend the night watching movies, laughing at the terrible jokes being made, and simply enjoying quality time together. The perfect ending to a day that is now engraved in your mind. 

[saeyoungchips]

[00:22]

knowing that you've been having trouble to sleep, boyfriend!yuta is more than relieved to see you resting so peacefully in your bed.

suddenly, the popcorn freshly out of the microwave and the movie waiting to be played matter no more. the only thing he cares about now is you and only you.

a smile comes across his face as he carefully, to not wake you up, takes the hair out of your face to give you a forehead kiss.

"goodnight (y/n)"

[theficblog]

FORELSKET

NAKAMOTO YUTA

Prologue: Yuta has been your biggest rival on the field, in your perception at least, but a childhood playmate wouldn’t leave you crying alone.

Genre: Fluff + Enemies to lovers

Wordcount: 1,545

Warnings: Injury + Blood + Language

You were panting. It could’ve made it hard for even your Apple Watch to track your heart rate and blood oxygen levels by now. Beads of sweat now adorned your forehead and flicks of hair, running mindlessly to any place they could find. Your silky hair refused to be tied down into a ponytail, making it harder for you. You were not bothered by your appearance, though; you were just happy you made it on time to the ground.

It was the last day of school right before it shut for the summer, which meant the last day of your football game before a two-month halt. Football, at this point, was the only thing you felt like putting an effort into. It had been your longest companion, ever since primary school. You were not the best at academics to begin with, but using sports as your advantage key to university admission was clever of you.

FWEET!! The coach took to the whistle, ordering you and your teammates to put yourselves together. Today was no ordinary day, after all. Your school was playing the rival school, and maybe it was the legacy that the seniors set up, but rivalries like these were taken with much seriousness.

Without wasting much time, you all gathered, dressed in red shirts and shorts. The numbers on your backs, sweatbands, and fancy tight socks, along with the expensive cleats, the spikes, added to the dangerous and fiery overall look. The team soon started with their usual warmup before the game.

You excused yourself to the side. The scorching summer heat worsened your parched throat. You took the ice packs and frozen water. This was a little moment of calm. Your brain could not even register when, all of a sudden and out of nowhere, a football came piercing through the air, as if a bullet had been fired from a revolver. Maybe you counted your lucky stars, you were blessed enough to be shielded from the ball hitting you right in the face, or worse, causing embarrassment in front of a dozen people.

You rolled your eyes as your gaze fell to the source of all this.

"Yo! What the fuck?! That could have hit me!" You raged. There was no way you could afford any sort of injury at this crucial stage. Your eyebrows furrowed as you started spitting out the fire.

"That was kinda the point." That was what you were reverted with. No, he did not care at all. At this rate, it seemed more like a pass time for him to agitate and irritate you for no reason. The boy rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek, followed by a smirk. Gosh! Yuta really knew how to get on your nerves.

He wasn’t from the opposite team, but he sure was your biggest rival. He was an absolute ace. The only other center-forward on your team besides you. Football suited him. His long black locks, sometimes tied back in a ponytail, complemented his face as he ran across the field. The shorts he wore exposed his perfectly built and buff thighs. His tackling and positioning were beyond accurate, as he rarely missed a goal. Yeah, sometimes he put his arrogance in front of him and did not pass you the ball. You wish you could punch him in the face at times like that.

Back in the good old and younger days, you two were inseparable. You still remember the time you both initially started with the game. "Y/N You pass the ball to me and then I return it to you!" Little Yuta of six suggested. Two little enthusiastic kids, all they looked forward to were the ice cream treats after the evening practice when your mothers picked you up from the playground.

Things do not always remain the same, though; people change. You were not little kids of five anymore but rude and ruthless teens. Whatever it might have been, it was what it was.

Back to the moment, you would have normally rolled your eyes dramatically or just ignored that boy, but there was this little thing that made your blood boil even more. The pretty girls, whom you assumed to be the cheerleaders and who a ninety nine percent wanted to get Yuta’s attention, saw you. Yes, Yuta had always been a hot topic amongst the girls- and even boys.

They sat in a group of three. For some reason, the dumb and mean ones always flocked in a group of threes. They let out a chuckle and started with their counterfeit empathy towards you. "Ohh! Y/N! Are you okay? Was it too fast for you to comprehend?" ,"Yuta deserves to be the team captain! Look at how cool is he!" They were making fun of you - something that anyone would naturally hate. You, too, hated it. You had an image and were very particular about maintaining it.

Your eyes met Yuta’s. There appeared to be a reflection of regret in his eyes but you couldn’t care less. You’ve had enough, just as you were about to throw hands.. PHWEET!! The whistle blew again. Oh Shit! The game was starting. Why is there always an interruption at the most anticipated moments.

The game turned out to be in your team’s favour, a 5-2 win. All the runnings, pantings and crampings had paid off at the end. You sure were happy your side was the victorious one, but beating Yuta whist being in the same team made you inflate with pride. You contributed three out of five goals, whereas on the other hand, he could secure none. You see, hurting his pride was way better than embedding a punch bruise on his handsome face.

You noticed him sprinting towards you. Was he going to apologize for what he did before? Nah, he wasn’t that type. He sat himself on his ankles as he bent down, placing his sweaty palms on your knee. "Are you alright?" He inquired. "Of course, why would-" You halted suddenly as you took notice of your joint, which was ceaselessly bleeding. All the resentful emotions in your head made you so numb you couldn’t even care to take a notice of it.

"Mmm, it’s going to be okay, Y/N. This is probably from when you slid on the grass." He said as he placed your foot on his thigh, so as to take a closer look. "Stop it, Yuta! You’re going to get me ridiculed by the pretty ones, again!" You fumed at him. This wasn’t the first time that one of you treated the other’s wound. Twelve years of sports together brought incidences like these quite more than often, however, this time wasn’t it. You put force to your leg, trying to get it out of Yuta’s hold.

"You’re not the Y/N who would bother to think of all that shit, you’re the Y/N I know since we were babies." Yuta voiced, without letting go of your leg, as he now started to blow his breath on the damaged spot, which was being disinfected by the antiseptic. You stood there like an animated character that had not yet been assigned a facial expression.

"Y/N, I’m sorry. Did that really hurt you?" He queried, still devoting all his attention to your knee. "Come on! What am I? Seven? That’s just a cut, quite deep but yeah, I’ll be fine." You explained. This was the uniqueness of your and his relationship; it could be bitter like poison, but that did not mean an absence of communication-it could be swearing, taunting, occasional jokes, but it never stopped.

"Not this dumbo! I’m sorry for what I did earlier." This much was enough to get the tears to start rolling down your cheeks.

Emotionally, you were a mess.

"Hey hey hey, Y/N! No! I’m sorry, please, stop crying! Whatever it is, I’m sorry, look it’s so much better than dying, right?" So much better than dying- his signature words, of course, most of the times, things were very much better than losing life. Yuta was panicking, trying everything he could to make you stop crying- but you were nowhere near it.

He rose up, holding your face with his hands, which were now coloured red with your blood. His thumbs positioned themselves on your cheek as they swept away the tears. He was looking at you right in the eyes. "Stop crying, Y/N. Hmm?" He hummed sweetly in his deep, manly voice. You nodded, trying to get back to normal.

A grin took over his face, like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the room. You reciprocated it. By now, you were much more calm. He tilted your head a bit more, punching his lips ever so softly on your sweaty forehead.

The sun was bidding its daily farewell as the sky gradually changed its colours. Orange, then a darker purple with a pinch of tint. The jet streams from the airplane margined the two shades. The birds were on their way home, and so were the daily commuters. It had been a tough day for everyone.

You took a glance at Yuta’s eyes, shining and sparkling like the moon that would soon embellish the night sky.

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[struggling-intuit]

nakamoto yuta

a headcanon || of his people-driven nostalgia

wc || 0.4k

iu || epilogue

Everything about him rings of nostalgia to me. This isn’t my personal nostalgia, but a pillar of him that drives the way that he moves throughout the world, however nonchalant he seems at times. There’s something very soft about a man like Yuta, a man who thinks like Yuta, who feels like him. That bright-eyed sentimentality bleeds into the way he experiences people long gone… and ones on the way out.

I’m not sure he believes leaving to be a bad thing. He might think it a feature of life, a simple ending stage to most all relationships and sometimes, if he’s lucky, the beginning stage to reunion. Either way, it’s the leaving that gives him true appreciation for all the things he might’ve missed when they were there. The tiny things. The mundane shit he no doubt shrugged off in the moment.

I’ll think about it later.

And he does. 

When it’s dark out and quiet in, he leans back, looks up, and the ceiling becomes the backdrop for memories so hazy they’re akin to dreams: the saccharine saturation of his first love’s cheeks when they bumped into each other amid snowflakes, the initial throb of adrenaline after he scored (once) in a rushed game of soccer on the street, the resounding thump of his teammates’ hands on his back right after and again later when they lost, disappointed yet undeterred. Thank god he remembered.

Yuta’s nostalgia is not sad, not weepy, never depressed or dejected. He relishes the joys of his past. Soaking in these memories seems only to motivate him for a future equally as painted in meaning and sentiment. It’s from there that his Jupiterian bow and arrow take aim.

Many years from now, I can see Yuta bringing his small, emerging family to a gathering, possibly a birthday or holiday cookout. Friends old and new bunch together, barely enough space to breathe but they find a way. They crowd around beer and laughter and stories doubling as tall tales for the kids (“Now let me tell you how your uncle got that scar –”), and Yuta throws his head back at all the wild bits, leans in when the suspense grows, looks down and smiles to himself, fiddling with the neck of an empty bottle…

One day he’ll find himself in a moment like this – a picture-perfect scene out of a movie – and his heart will bloom, realizing that his nostalgia has finally caught up with him.

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[ligayangdala]

HELLO kanino sa nct kaya bagay yung line na “passion? puro ka passion. hindi tayo mapapakain ng passion na yan!” AHHSHSJAAH

after a very long chikahan with admin l kanina, eto na talaga HAHAHSHDHD IN THE UNIVERSE OF THE HOWS OF US

mark

in the universe of thou, mark would pursue writing books kasi diba his original dream is to be an author? kahit walang nabili or hindi sumisikat 'yung books na pinapublish niya, he'll never let that dream of his go. dahil passionate siya sa ginagawa niya, he'd secretly write a story based on your love story. he will probably only let that go kapag walang wala na, parang si primo, pero there's always a hint of regret kasi hindi lang 'yung passion niya 'yung ni let go niya, pati ikaw kinailangan niyang i-let go (TABGINA NALULUNGKOT AKO DITO KASALANAN MO 'TO ADMIN L PAKYU)

taeyong/ten/renjun/yuta

nakita niyo na ba 'yung artworks nilang apat? like mark, very passionate sa ginagawa nila. alam niyo 'yung ending scene sa thou wherein nakita ni george 'yung vinyl na regalo sakanya ni primo? ayun shshshsh these four men would give you their paintings instead of buying you a gift dahil medyo short sila sa pera and would try their best to sell their paintings kahit sobrang hirap ibenta and pakawalan nito para sakanila dahil may sentimental value 'yun for them.

wala na malungkot na ko gusto ko tuloy magsulat ng story based sa thou pero parang hindi kakayanin ng puso ko maya 'wag nalang whahshshsjsj xd

[woozten-x]

#. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐨 | 𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚

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[ M.List including other Neos! ] ─ Pairing: Delinquent!Yuta x Reader

─ Genre: Scenario/Drabble(?), angst (if you squint), fluff/wholesome 

─ Content Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, cursing (probably like one curse word tho)

─ Disclaimer: this is NOT about ryo suzaki (the character that yuta will be acting as in High & Low) ; this is just me rambling about yuta as a delinquent overall! ─ Concepts: third POV, indirect address of the reader, the reader is addressed by ‘someone’ / ‘person’ or they/them pronouns, yuta meeting a special someone despite his reputation, mention of student AU (not exactly specified), lowercase intended ─ Count of Words: 900

❒  a/n: i have no idea what to put this as? a scenario or drabble? regardless, this is me having some concept with delinquent Yuta, inspired by his upcoming movie role in High & Low! I may write this as an actual full story soon... eventually... maybe when i’m not distracted with other writing projects smh. regardless, please enjoy! <3 

delinquent Yuta roaming the streets of Tokyo and probably being one of the most dangerous fighters??? has this mysterious yet intimidating aura to him because he got this cold exterior that doesn’t seem to melt or crack. he doesn’t lead anyone nor is he led by anyone, he is on his own in this city without much purpose(?) or maybe he is just bored - regardless, he is THE Yuta Nakamoto with a horrid reputation.

known for his merciless nature, if someone was to ever challenge or cross him, he has the intention of proving that he is not here to be messed with or for petty ass reasons. he WILL put anyone in their place with his tiger-like determination and bloodthirst. He always returns home looking like shit, but there is royalty to his name - he is the winner and the king that no one can bypass or even defeat.

no one really knows him. it’s sad but maybe it should be that way - especially for someone like Yuta, who seems to carry a lot of burden on his shoulders for being the most feared and respected. maybe it’s so difficult to understand him, or maybe it was the people who are never willing to give effort in trying to understand why he is the way he is. what is behind his cold expression? what is behind his violent nature?

he’s quiet and he likes to be alone. he’s a loner at heart, but who exactly knows if he ever feels lonely once in awhile...of course, the strongest or the ones at the top are meant to be left alone like a trophy behind secured glass. he is not meant to be understood or get close with.

however, one encounter has led to him meeting someone who is a complete opposite to him. someone who isn’t afraid of him, but lured in by his mystery and stand-offish attitude; this particular ‘someone’ has an intention of solving the walking enigma. supposedly, they ignored every red flag apparent, as they loved the idea of “ignorance is bliss” especially when it’s Yuta Nakamoto.

at first, it annoyed yuta. but, he isn’t one to lash out without any good reason - in fact, he has a sense of dignity to not beat up an ordinary person who is far from living his type of world. his world of violence, blood, power and...to him, an ordinary person would never be part of his world nor would they share the same perspective(s). 

once this ordinary person clung onto him without giving him a good reason/explaination of why, he eventually got used to the company. The cold, merciless delinquent is finding some amusement in the other person’s presence, especially when they are completely opposite to his own personality - somehow, he unknowingly finds solace. Regardless, of his unspoken nature, the person next to him will speak endlessly about things that yuta found no interest in. 

suddenly, those same things remind him of the person whenever he is alone and roaming around the streets of tokyo. Gradually, his world is intertwined with this stranger that he unexpectedly grew close to - the very same person who isn’t afraid of him or not bothered by his quiet nature, eventually saw something warmer within the cold exterior of yuta’s. 

overtime, bits of ice melted away and for once this very someone curious of yuta nakamoto realized he was human like anyone else. A human who was possibly wronged in the past or carried the scars of past mistakes. A human who seems to hold a smile of untold stories, a flicker of warmth resolving his cold eyes - the very someone had learned that yuta is softer than anyone had anticipated. 

yuta the delinquent enjoys small moments, the memory of the pretty sunset or winning some rigged game in the arcade - he lightens up like the moon had found its own vibrancy within the night. 

yuta the delinquent remembers the smallest of details, always remembering what this special person’s likes/interests, always lending an attentive ear whenever they spoke endlessly until the day comes to an end. 

sometimes, he never wants the day to end.

yuta the delinquent willing to put the special person’s safety before his own, and he would always ensure that the happiness of that person is protected.

those wounds of previous fights stop hurting once he sees his special person’s concerned expression, letting the person’s fingers lightly tend his wounds; every touch heals every ounce of pain he had before.

the very odd encounter with the ordinary person had made him realize what his world consisted of - violence, blood, power and…loneliness. not once has he ever met anybody willing to put so much effort for him, but this person was willing to reveal a different side of him.

someone who isn’t cold nor damaged, but someone who is strong and warm.

Yuta the delinquent carries that very same reputation, but only for others who will never understand him - only a particular person will ever understand him.

the idea of his world shared with another’s, he forgets the aching adrenaline filled memories and replace them with the memories shared with this special person. he cherishes every single one, as every one of them is fragile and sacred in his heart. 

memories of acceptance become his own solace.

this special person’s world became his very own.

[writemekpop]

Blow Me | Nakamoto Yuta

Summary: Ever since you had a baby, sex with Yuta just hasn’t been the same...

Genre: New parents AU, husband!Yuta, angst to smut 

Word Count: 1k

You were sprawled out on the mattress, legs spread wide. Yuta’s face was buried between your thighs.  

You had strands of Yuta’s silky black hair between your fingers, you could feel the warmth of his breath on your core, but all you could focus on was your son Mizu, who was asleep in his cot at the end of the bed.  

Your limbs were stiff. You stared anxiously at the ceiling, seeing nothing. 

“Baby,” Yuta said, grazing your inner thigh with his teeth. “Are you even enjoying this? Do you want me to stop?” 

You tore your eyes from the cot and towards your husband. His mouth was gleaming, and his hair was in disarray all over his face. 

“Do you think he’s watching us? I feel like he’s watching us.” You said, gnawing at your bottom lip.

Yuta sat up on his muscled forearms. “Who, Mizu? Nah, the kid’s fast asleep.”

You sighed. “Maybe he can’t see us… but he can definitely hear us. Yuta, you know how loud you get.”

“If it makes you uncomfortable, we could just bang in the kitchen instead.” Yuta smirked, a sparkle flashing across his dark eyes. “You know, like we used to.”

“I’m sorry, Yuta. I just don’t feel sexy right now.”

You ignored the look of disappointment that flashed across Yuta’s face.  

Yuta’s jaw clenched. “You know, mother and father intimacy is super important for a child’s emotional development.” 

You shook your head, chuckling. “Yuta! You can’t believe everything those parenting books tell you.”

Yuta grinned. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a hug. “I’m serious, Y/n. I miss you. We've barely done it since Mizu was born.” 

You huffed and tried to squirm out of his grip, but he wouldn’t let you budge. You said, “Yuta, I’m just not in the mood.” 

“Come on, mommy. Loosen up a little.” Yuta whispered, touching his lips to your neck. “No,” you grumbled, your voice growing louder. 

Your head hurt and your breasts ached from Mizu's half-finished dinner. You saw red. 

You shoved Yuta off you. "I said no!”  

Your voice must have startled the baby, because Mizu sniffed once and then started to wail. 

"Well done," Yuta snapped. "You’ve fucked up his sleep schedule now."

Yuta got off the bed and rushed to the cot. He picked up the baby, who fit snugly in the crook of his muscled arm. 

Yuta rocked the baby, singing a lullaby under his breath. But Mizu wouldn't stop crying. Yuta rocked him harder, dabbed his tears, but the baby still screamed. 

You watched from the bed, unable to find the energy to move. 

Yuta sighed. "I'm gonna go drive him around, he only falls asleep in the car seat anyway."

"W-why don't I take him?" The guilt of waking up your son and disappointing your husband all in one go weighed on your chest. 

Through gritted teeth, Yuta said, "You've done enough." 

You sucked in a breath, tears pricking at your eyes. Yuta was never this cruel. 

Yuta saw your expression. His face softened. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm just tired. I'll take him, you sleep."

---

The next morning, you wandered into the kitchen to find Yuta and Mizu already awake.  

Yuta was munching on cereal, his long floppy hair falling over his eyes. 

He was in a black tank top,  his muscled arms were bare. You eyed the curve of his biceps, the stubble forming on his chin. There were dark bags under his eyes from the baby keeping him up all night, but to you, he looked as sexy as the day you first met him. 

You were leaning against the kitchen counter, watching him. 

You picked up a frosted cupcake that was lying on the counter and twirled your finger in the blue icing. You let out a long sigh. 

Yuta looked up at you. 

"Y/n, what are you doing?" He said, lightly amused. 

"Am I not allowed to stare at my handsome husband?" 

Yuta smirked slightly. He kissed the top of Mizu's head, and then turned the highchair around, so that the baby was facing away.  

Then he got up and walked towards you, eyes darkening. 

He pushed you till your back was pressing against the counter. Then, he gripped your hand. Slowly, he pulled your finger away from the cupcake and up to his lips. 

Yuta put your finger into his mouth, and sucked slowly. His black eyes never left yours. 

Yuta licked the frosting from your finger, moaning in satisfaction. 

Unable to resist any longer, you squeezed your mouth onto his in a passionate kiss.  

Yuta threaded his hands against your hair. His hips pressed against yours, making your back dig into the counter. But you didn't care about that. All you could focus on was Yuta. Insatiable, sexy, rough-around-the-edges Yuta. All yours.  

When you pulled away, you were breathless. 

Yuta leant his forehead against yours and allowed his eyes to fall shut. 

"I'm sorry about last night, Y/n. I shouldn't have pushed you… like that in front of the baby.”

“I’m also sorry.” You whispered. “I’m gonna make more time for us to… connect.”

A naughty grin spread across Yuta’s face. He leant towards your ear, his lips brushing your skin.

“Mizu’s gonna go down for his morning nap soon… could we connect then?”

You smirked. “Baby, you just read my mind.” 

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